[Last Woman Standing Match] Astrid Arvidsson vs Diana Accera - For abs, booba and the Openweight Title (Apex Match)

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Diana Accera had fought across half of Tokyo, yet still she had not been forced to draw blood in her defense of the LAWLESS belt. She had been thrown down stairs, struggled through a tool shop, and even crushed within a furniture store. Yet it had not been before said title run that Diana had been forced to spill blood. Hell, she wasn't even sure she'd been forced to within LAW.

Until today.

With the steel chair meeting her forehead square on - with the added benefit of additional ridges hitting her shoulders, neck and torso - Diana could feel a few beads of blood drip past her cheeks. This was no blood bath, nor even an encounter worthy of the referee even getting close to examine Diana's condition. But there was a cut all the same, and not one that could be hidden from the audience.

And it was all thanks to Astrid.

A single finger would tickle across her scalp as she lay in the mess Astrid had driven her into, with Diana confirming she had indeed been cut open. No further chance would be given for her to examine her own wound needless to say, as Astrid took to yanking the hand in front of her behind her head, with the other arm of the Italian following suite.

To her peril - not that Diana showed concern, thanks purely in part to the daze thrust upon her by the blonde - Diana's legs would soon be restrained, as Astrid looked to finally earn her vengeance for the torture rack the Italian had forced upon her before.

With a single powerful hoist and no doubt a loud grunt from the more powerful blonde, Diana went from being flat to her back to her figure being held to the sky. As if she were a prize Astrid was showing off!

With the pain in her limbs firing off all at once, in a manner that brutally brought Diana back to reality. The fog would clear from her mind and be replaced by pings from near enough every pain receptor she had, as Astrid saw fit to try and stretch every limb out of its socket! A motion that when done with a woman of her strength, could surely earn only one reaction from Diana.

A never ending scream!

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Of course, Astrid's incredible strength was a good help. However, it still wasn't easy for her. Diana left too many bruises on the blonde's body. In addition the match did not start a minute ago, so she spent a lot of effort. Therefore, when the Golden Dragon lifted her opponent over the mat, she immediately felt how much her arms and legs were straining.

But although she had to grit her teeth in order for her grip to remain strong, the result exceeded all her expectations. The wild pressure on all kinds of Diana's joints forced the brunette to make a long cry, which was even louder than the excited cheers of the audience.

A few drops of blood fell on Astrid's face. Due to the fact that she did not have time to watch at Diana, she did not immediately realize that her previous attack had caused the former champion to bleed. Well. An eye for an eye, right? The descendant of the great Vikings knew from the very beginning that there would be blood in this match. Despite all the comedy that accompanied this story, in the end they were both outstanding fighters. And it would be silly to think that in this match, instead of blood, there will be rainbows and unicorns.

While sounds of agony were coming out of Diana's mouth, the referee decided to come closer. Yes, even if Diana had admitted defeat with tears in her eyes, the match would not have come to an end. However, one of the tasks of the referee was to make sure that no one got too serious injuries. And she wasn't sure Astrid would be cool enough about this.

This assumption was not far from the truth. The Golden Dragon really had a great desire to start bending and unbending both her arms and legs. If she had done so, then because of such sudden movements, Diana's joints would certainly have received much more damage.

But, fortunately for Diana, the blonde was not one of those who adhere to such methods. She didn't see the need to injure the Italian woman. Besides, Astrid felt that fatigue was beginning to overcome her. She won't be able to hold the brunette for too long. But before she lets her go...

"You used to be stronger..." Astrid said.

Before releasing the former champion, the Golden Dragon filled her lungs with air with a whistle, and then directed all her available strength into her arms and legs. And even though it would only last a few seconds, she wanted to make sure that Diana's body would get as much pain as possible.

Yes, Astrid could not get a victory with the help of this submission hold, but who said that after that Diana would be able to quickly get back on her feet? That's exactly what Astrid was going to check out. Leaning to the side, she intended to relax her arms and legs in order to release Diana. And although Astrid herself would have liked to lie on the mat for at least a few moments, she took a few deep breaths, and then got to her feet to see if Diana would stay down, which in turn would force the referee to start counting.

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Flexed arms and pulling thighs would do little to save Diana here in the hold of Astrid’s - which was expected, given how the submission hold was applied. The Romero hold had the drawback of being rather difficult and complex to apply initially, with plenty of chances given to the victim to wiggle or outright resist, but once it was applied it was nigh unbreakable. Only Astrid would have a say in when and how the hold was to end.

The hold itself was beyond patronizing for Diana Accera, and not simply for how dominating and painful it was. But for the fact that soon enough Astrid willingly released it, letting the Italian slump to the canvas in a heap.

Said act was something of an act of mercy, arguably, which was what made the moment all the worse for Diana. Diana’s torture rack was applied with intent to hold onto Astrid’s stacked frame for as long as physically possible.

Astrid herself looked only to apply apt damage, before willingly letting Diana hit the canvas free of her grip.

And that was baring in mind the fact that Astrid’s Romero hold was a lot more encompassing and difficult to escape from than a torture rack!

Her blood would boil as Astrid settled her down close to the stack of chairs her forehead had already been introduced to - not that she could do anything about said frustration. Her hand came to once more tend to the wound upon her forehead, which had been allowed to flow a little freely in Astrid’s brief submission hold. She was still far from being covered in a crimson mask, but Diana’s forehead was near enough completely covered.

Said raising of her hand was the only show of life Diana gave as the referee began to scream on, with the Italian’s heavy exhales audible even amidst the crowd and the official. She’d rise, if eventually, but for the moment she’d stay flat to her front with subtle jiggles of her limbs given in some vague attempt to stretch them out and alleviate the pain.

All the whilst the curtains to the gorilla position at the top of the entrance ramp began to shuffle. As Diana’s next ‘trick’ was prepared...

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It seems that Astrid's submission hold carried enough pain to the brunette, at least this was clearly indicated by the fact that Diana was really in no hurry to get to her feet. So the referee decided to give her a little extra motivation. The striped shirt approached the Italian woman and then started counting.

"ONE! TWO!"

Astrid had her fair doubts that Diana would stay down. Despite the fact that the former champion had stated many times that she had nothing to prove, the Golden Dragon was sure that Diana still wanted to win. This also prompted Astrid to think that maybe she should grab a chair and hit the brunette on the head several times while she was still weak. A good plan. Reliable. But no.

"THREE!!"

Placing her palms on her knees, the descendant of the great Vikings tried to regain her breath. Although it was practically useless at this stage of the match. Feeling the pain in her muscles and joints, Astrid realized that even the most even breathing would not help her. As soon as Diana gets to her feet, they will start the last round. A round that will end only when one of them has no strength left to continue.

"FOUR!!"

Suddenly Astrid heard some indistinct hubbub from the audience. The blonde turned around to check what was going on. Raising her left eyebrow, she looked at the audience to see what exactly attracted their attention. Some of them pointed to the top of the ramp and only after looking closely the Golden Dragon noticed that the curtains were twitching strangely. There was definitely someone there.

"Don't even think about stopping counting!" She told the referee without turning her head.

"FIVE!!!"

Astrid herself rolled under the bottom rope, leaving the ring. So far, Diana posed no immediate danger to her. But if the brunette had prepared another surprise, then Astrid wanted to be ready for it. Clenching her fists, she stared at the ramp. After all that had happened, she no longer had any assumptions about what Diana could come up with. No matter how much effort the Golden Dragon exerted in order to dig a real fighter out of her opponent, she did not achieve any success. Well. Apparently, she just needs to survive this match. As they say, a hunchback can be straightened only in the tomb.

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The referee did as instructed - hell, she was doing so without Astrid’s demand, yet she even found her attention snagged by Diana’s next ‘tactic.’ One the Italian was seemingly oblivious to if at first what with her figure front-first against the canvas, with only one hand beginning to slide underneath her chest to support a pushup. Though as a slightly cooler breeze washed over her, she’d slowly recall what was next in her extensive list of interruptions.

Her favorite one, needless to say, as a huge grin came across her face before it turned into an outright chuckle. One that she released with pain apparent on her face, yet she continued her jovial laugh all the same!

For she could only imagine the look on her face as yet another mob - albeit smaller than the previous one - made its way down the ramp. Though it wasn’t so much the group itself that was interesting. Nay, they were simply acting as a human barrier to what was being carried dead center of the posse.

A familiar looking mammal!

“Aren’t you gonna cheer?” Diana had crawled to the ropes nearest Astrid, with her figure poised enough against them to stop the referee's count. Though she’d done that all the same the moment her eyes had been laid on the figure in the middle.

A figure that was soon to hold its contents high - as if re-enacting the opening scene to the Lion King!

Albeit instead of a lion, lay an aardvark!

Aardvark Arvidsson to be specific! With the legendary mammal soon ringside, with the handler and attached crowd a mere meter or so away from Astrid. If the blonde hadn’t interrupted their descent yet of course!

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It didn't take long. Almost immediately after Astrid left the ring, a small group of people came out from behind the curtains. The blonde frowned slightly and even tilted her head. It was definitely another pack of actors that Diana hired. However, it was not entirely clear for her what prompted them to make another attempt to get in her way, because literally five minutes ago she beat the shit out of their colleagues.

Yet... everything became clear soon enough. When they began to descend the ramp, the whole arena was filled with such a loud cheer, as if every title of this federation had changed its owner at the same time before their eyes. Astrid finally understood what was going on. In the very center of the crowd approaching her was a mammal.

Aardvark. The same aardvark who got the role of Astrid during her funeral. The blonde clenched her teeth so hard that her face turned pale and even the blood on her face could not hide it. The situation was further aggravated by Diana, who reached the ropes behind Astrid, as a result of which the referee stopped counting. Hearing the words of her rival, the Norwegian woman turned around, looking at the brunette.

And while Astrid's face was as sour as possible, Diana's face was almost ecstatic. The Italian woman clearly enjoyed the fact that her antics attracted so much attention. But surely she was even more pleased that Astrid could not remain calm to these antics. Looking her rival in the eyes, the Golden Dragon sighed heavily.

"Maybe this aardvark should have fought instead of you?" She asked in a relatively calm voice, in which there were still notes indicating the cowardice of the former champion. "Is there really nothing left that you can do yourself?"

Astrid spread her hands to the sides, involuntarily pursing her lips. Someone could have taken such a question as an insult. But what kind of insult could there be if it was just the truth? However, the Golden Dragon wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer. Diana stubbornly continued to increase the disappointment of the Norwegian woman.

Turning away from Diana, Astrid took a confident step to the group of people who had already gotten close to her. The blonde stopped right in front of the aardvark holder. The Golden Dragon just stared at the mammal for a few seconds. And despite the insanely annoying situation, the corners of her lips lifted a little.

"Put aardvark Arvidsson down."

With a slightly surprised face, the holder complied with Astrid's request. And although the blonde's voice was still quite calm, the group of actors exchanged glances with each other. Astrid's smile became even wider and for some reason it seemed to them something sinister.

"What's your name?" Astrid asked the one who brought the aardvark here.

"Stan..." the guy replied after a second delay.

"Stan..." Astrid repeated, turning around for a moment to look at Diana.

And then the Golden Dragon abruptly raised her left leg bent at the knee. For a split second, all sounds seemed to fade away, and then... the click that came at the moment when she hit the guy in the face with a superkick echoed through the arena, mixing with the screams of the audience. It seems that recently many people have begun to show problems with memory. Astrid made it clear that she would not tolerate further interference in her dealings with Diana. But apparently not everyone has understood it yet. Well. Take and sign.

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The pain in Diana's frame was screaming at the Italian to take this fight seriously. There was no longer a time for joyous laughter or cocky comments. If Diana wasn't going to reign her attitude and confidence in, Astrid would whittle her down size before putting her down for the ten count. This moment should have been purely taken by the Italian to catch her breath, or perhaps even launch an assault at Astrid.

Instead, Diana hung her shoulders and head on the bottom rope nearest the side that the interaction was taking place at. As she laughed all the while with a joyous smile plastered atop her face!

For some reason, the mere sight of Astrid addressing the aardvark by its 'name' would be the kicker, as Diana found her torso falling off the rope with how hard she was laughing. Now would have been the perfect moment for her to outright lunge out of the ring and smash Astrid off her feet.

Instead, she was busy wiping the happy tears from her eyes.

Tears that would grow all the further as the handler revealed his name - something that Diana herself did not even bother to learn. She didn't need a crystal ball to see what would happen next, as Stan would be greeted with a kick clean to her jaw simply for doing his job.

Albeit, he should have learnt from last time that Diana was not simply hiring his services in hopes of running a petting zoo.

With aardvark Arvidsson carefully attended to by the masses that had followed Stan down to the ring, Diana would finally bring her mitts about her enough to push to her feet.

Ideally in tandem with Astrid's attention being brought back to the ring, as Diana looked to squat with all of her weight pressed on the top rope via her clutching hands. Before she'd use that springboard like motion to bring her figure into the air entirely!

With arms then releasing said ropes as she raised her limbs wide and far. In an effort to land fully atop of Astrid, and splash her into the thin mats of the outside!

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Stan shouldn't have come here. The aardvark had nothing to do with it. But we are responsible for those who have been tamed. And since Stan decided that it was a good idea to show up here today, then he has obvious problems with his head. And these problems must have worsened the moment the Golden Dragon's boot crashed into his jaw without any mercy!

Laughter and shouts filled the arena at that moment, as if the viewers had returned to a few weeks ago. Yes, at the notorious funeral events developed in a similar way. Perhaps the only difference was that this time Diana could not leave the arena comfortably sitting in the coffin. Speaking of Diana...

As soon as Astrid put her foot back on the floor, the remaining actors surrounded the aardvark from all sides, completely forgetting about Stan. Despite the fact that nothing threatened this mammal, they rightly thought that perhaps Astrid would not want to stop only at Stan. However, this was not part of the blonde's plans. Instead, she smiled once more, and then turned around.

It's time to end it all. She hoped that this was the last trump card in the Italian woman's sleeve. Therefore, the descendant of the great Vikings turned to the ring in order to check whether her opponent could find the strength to at least get to her feet. Needless to say, as soon as Astrid saw that Diana was not only on her feet, but also grabbed the top rope, her eyes widened.

Literally at the same second when they were face to face, the brunette soared into the air. And before Astrid could do anything, Diana's body crashed into her. Perhaps Astrid had more muscle mass, but it should not be forgotten that Diana was by no means a little girl. Damn, despite the different weight categories, they had the same height and almost the same weight!

"GHHHAA!!!" Astrid breathed out painfully.

Diana crashed right into the Golden Dragon's chest and even her huge treasure wasn't enough to soften this collision. The upper part of Astrid's body leaned back, and a moment later there was a crash, because she fell right to the floor. At that moment, it seemed to her that her lungs had collapsed. The descendant of the great Vikings had a painful expression on her face while she was unable to take a normal breath due to the sudden attack of the former champion.

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Diana performed her springboard-like move with a grin to her face, but she really shouldn't have been smiling. Had she missed, that would have been that. Forget all of the strength she had just recovered against the canvas - falling that distance in this stage of the match would have put her outright out of it. Astrid would have had to have done very little to end things - if at all. For Diana may have hit the canvas in such a manner that she simply couldn't rise again even without outside intervention.

Luckily, she landed.

If barely.

Hitting Astrid full on all the same, Diana's figure rolled across Astrid's top half with her hefty bosom briefly smothering Astrid before Diana was free of her frame. Sitting up with surprising gusto, the fact that Astrid had cushioned her landing entirely was apparent. For the Italian looked energized - as if that high flying drop hadn't fazed her in the slightest!

"Stan!" Diana roared, looking in the direction of the animal handler, before turning her attention back to Astrid. Her hands would be to the blondes shoulders to begin forcing her up, with her head still turned to the downed individual behind her.

"Stan...Stan the man...You don't get a fucking bonus for that..." She'd laugh, her hearty chuckle plastered across her face as she looked to bring Astrid fully back to her feet.

From there, the smile would stay upon her as she fired off a simple hook - one aimed square at the abs of her massive foe simply as a means to keep her gasping. Before her other hand latched to those golden locks, in an effort to turn Astrid and push her back into the ring. Diana's pace was a little hastened as she joined her, with her figure upon the ring apron with a hearty jump before she clambered her figure through the ropes. Her fists were raised as her grin grew more confident, with her eyes locked upon the blonde who was prone against the mat.

It was time to finish this.

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This fall was not good for her health. Considering the amount of bruising on her body, she was lucky she didn't pass out. But she was no doubt close to it. Fortunately, the momentum was so great that the inertia pulled Diana further. And although for a short moment the fleshy chest of the brunette completely covered the Golden Dragon's face, soon the former champion completely rolled off Astrid's body.

It was hard not to notice that, for some unknown reason, Diana seemed to have perked up. Perhaps she understood that thanks to the success of her last attack, she took a big step forward on the way to victory and, accordingly, the openweight title. At that moment, it was as if the roles were reversed and while the Golden Dragon looked completely broken, her opponent looked as if the match had started five minutes ago.

Being in a great mood, the former champion grabbed Astrid by the shoulders and pulled her up. The descendant of the great Vikings, who still saw only white spots in front of her eyes, was forced to obey. She needed at least a few deep breaths. She hoped to do it while Diana was distracted by Stan. Poor Stan...

"GHA!! KHAA!! KHA!!"

What happened? Before Astrid could take even one deep breath, Diana punched her in the relaxed abs. The Golden Dragon's legs trembled and it was only thanks to her opponent's grip that she was able to stay on her feet. It was unexpected. Something has changed. No. Not something. Someone. Namely Diana. Fifteen minutes ago she would have focused all her attention on Stan, but now she seemed to understand that if she treats Astrid lightly, then nothing awaits her in this match except drooling until the count of ten.

Having made it clear that she absolutely does not appreciate the injuries that the actors received because of her, the brunette took a step aside and threw Astrid into the ring. The sluggish body of the Norwegian woman rolled under the bottom rope and stopped almost in the center of the ring. Even though her teeth were clenched, the Golden Dragon was groaning. Diana's last two attacks knocked her breath out again. She felt tingling in her fingertips due to fatigue and lack of oxygen in her blood.

Turning her head to the side, Astrid saw that Diana had climbed into the ring. But the most amazing thing was something else. The brunette had a smile on her face and her fists were raised. Is this exactly the same Diana who behaved like a jerk from the first minute they met? Astrid wasn't sure about that. It was hard for her to believe after all the shit she had to go through because of this woman. But now...

"What a smile, Diana?" Astrid croaked.

She wasn't sure she was going to get an honest answer. Maybe she just made a mistake once again. Every time it seemed to her that Diana was close to becoming serious and showing everything she was capable of, the former champion broke Astrid's hopes like a crystal vase. But even if Astrid was wrong...

The Golden Dragon forced herself to take a deep breath, despite the terrible pain in her lungs and abdominal muscles. And as soon as some of the white spots disappeared from her eyes, she put her palms on the mat. Overcoming the rust in her joints, she pushed off the mat, rising first to one knee and then to her feet. Pushing back her golden hair, she clenched her fists and raised them to the level of her chin. Last round. Yes. But before it started, she was going to make one last attempt. These words should be spoken for the last time.

"I'm going to be the first world champion," she said, looking into Diana's eyes, after which the corners of her lips lifted. "And LAWLESS Diana Aссera won't stop me, only the real Diana could try. So which Diana is standing in front of me now? A cowardly bitch or a woman worthy of the gold on her waist?"

With these words, she intended to take a step towards her rival in order to get an answer to this question even in the case of the brunette's silence. As she has said many times, in most cases fists speak much louder than any words.