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

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Every muscle in Diana’s body was burning, and they were only aching all the more as she continued with her shoulder thrusts. She was willingly targeting the strongest part of her muscular foe, with Astrid’s abs still holding fast despite all punishment the blonde's frame had taken. Was it because of such a fact that Diana had now committed herself to folding those abs in?

It certainly looked like it as she squeezed down on the middle ropes with either hand - with one of her legs repeatedly coming up behind her as she thrust in and out.

Though all good things must come to an end, with Diana briefly sagging against Astrid’s midsection as the heavy chest of her foe covered her back. Panting deeply, with the fatigue of such a lively assault now apparent, Diana moved slowly and precariously to a stand whilst propping up Astrid against the corner again in the process. She would lean in, cheek briefly grazing boob yet again, as she sought to have her frame completely upright whilst having the back of Astrid’s head against the top turnbuckle.

Though despite her loss of speed, Diana would still not cease moving entirely.

Not as she made it apparent that she was about to go for her biggest move of the match thus far, what with her hands again coming around Astrid’s thighs to briefly squeeze them in a lift. One that would see her prop Astrid’s plentiful rear upon the top turnbuckle!

WIth a good many in the audience rising from their seats given the monstrous move that was undoubtedly on its way, Diana wouldn’t look to disappoint them as she raised her legs one at a time to have her feet on either of the middle ropes. Holding the top ropes and then Astrid herself as she began to climb, the right arm of Diana was already coming over and around her foes head and hair before she was even fully upright. With her other arm raised to force Astrid’s own arm above and over Dana’s head!

She was now in a textbook position to perform a vertical suplex, with only a brief inhale taken before she’d commit to pulling and lifting back. Though in this position it wouldn’t be a vertical suplex by name at all. But rather the more appropriately named variant - a superplex!

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After such a huge number of collisions of Diana's shoulder with Astrid's abs, spots of very different colors appeared on the blonde's core. From red to dark purple. Yes, the Golden Dragon had no qualms about being proud of her abs, but even her body wasn't made of pure metal. Diana clearly intended to compare in reputation with one more than famous woman who loved to destroy abs of her rivals more than anything else in the world.

And it was worth admitting that the brunette clearly succeeded in this. When Astrid bent and pressed her chest against her opponent's back, she felt a terrible lump in her throat. The pain in her stomach was so intense that for a moment she thought she was going to vomit. Her body just couldn't handle so much damage. Because of this, her mind was clouded. And although the blonde was aware of absolutely everything that was happening around her, her muscles refused to obey her.

That's why Astrid did absolutely nothing when Diana straightened up to her full height, kindly wiping a little sweat from the blonde's breasts with her cheek. The Golden Dragon was once again in an upright position, pressed against the corner, but it was easy to see that if Diana hadn't held her, she would certainly have fallen on her ass.

Even at the moment when the former champion again clasped the Golden Dragon's hips, the descendant of the great Vikings only had enough strength to put her hands on her opponent's shoulders. Due to the fog in her mind, she was barely able to control her movements. Yes, Astrid tried to push Diana away, but she might as well have tried to move the train car. She was too weak at that moment.

Diana, on the other hand, seemed full of energy. Yeah, her breathing was heavy, which clearly indicated that she had to put a lot of effort into keeping up the pace. However, this did not stop her. The brunette, in one sharp movement, first lifted Astrid over the mat, and then put her on the top turnbuckle.

When the Italian woman put her feet on the middle ropes, the audience began to increase the noise. There was no doubt that the brunette was up to something very big. It might even be fair to assume that she was up to something that could end this match. And there was only one way to check it.

Wrapping her arm around Astrid's head, Diana grabbed the top hem of the Golden Dragon's pants. Showing off the full power of her muscles, the Italian woman lifted the Golden Dragon into the air, turning her upside down. At that moment, Diana received a truly deafening reaction from the audience because not everyone was able to do something like this with Astrid. Besides... the worst was still to come.

"Not bad... Diana..." sounded in Astrid's head at the moment when her rival leaned back.

Her golden hair began to rustle due to the gusts of air. Accompanied by the screams of the audience, Astrid crashed into the mat from such a great height that some rightly wondered if the human body could withstand something like this at all? The answer was almost obvious.

A discharge of pain so unbearable passed through Astrid that an expression of true agony froze on her face for a moment. A strangled groan escaped through her gritted teeth, and then her eyes rolled back. Lying on the mat with her arms and legs spread wide, the descendant of the great Vikings was absolutely motionless, even her chest rose and fell only barely noticeably. The best thing anyone could say about her at that moment was that she was broken.

But although it was fair to assume that after such an incredible action, the referee should surely start counting, the striped shirt only crossed her arms under her chest. This time the referee was in no hurry to do her job because she was already a little tired of straining her vocal cords into the empty. She just looked at Diana, as if waiting for permission to start counting. In the end, there was no guarantee that the brunette thought that was enough...

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Diana couldn't believe it.

A motion like this was almost begging for Astrid to turn it back around upon her. And yet somehow, against the odds Diana had fully hoisted Astrid before letting gravity do the rest. It was true that her thorough striking and chopping at the blonde before hand had most certainly set her up to be in the position she was now - vulnerable and all. But desperation was a powerful thing, and Diana would not have been surprised had Astrid come alive in an effort to save herself from disaster. She'd of course do her best to prevent it, but Diana was no fool. Astrid would need very little to force disaster on Diana instead, given their precarious positioning.

Instead Diana found nothing but success albeit at the cost of further back ache. Wincing the moment she hit the canvas with her body briefly sitting upright, Diana wouldn't even be wise to the fact that the referee was glancing her way. Instead, the official simply began to count.

And given that Diana was flat alongside the bigger blonde, she would be counted alongside her!

"ONE..."

The call ran through Diana's mind though she did not stir immediately. She felt she could rise, almost instantly if she so chose to. But what would have been the point of that, save for giving the audience more of a show?

No, like a boxer knocked to the canvas, Diana would make use of the count to catch her breath. Chest rising and falling with her head tilting, Diana was confident that the lack of motion on Astrid's side wasn't due to the same reason - she didn't believe Astrid was tactically resting, but rather that she simply could not rise if she chose to!

"TWO..."

The next call from the official would force Diana up to a sit-up, with her hands over her knees as she continued to breathe deeply. She was showing all the capability that she could continue in rising further had she chosen to, but the referee would still continue her job in counting both of the women out. Even if all concern was directed by the audience to Astrid, as Diana slowly began to clamber to an upright posture - showcasing that she herself was very much still in this match!

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"By Odin's beard..." the blonde thought. "Hurts..."

Even though she was still conscious, she felt about like a broken crystal glass. The throbbing pain all over her body became her kind of prison. Her personal cage. And, of course, at that moment, the back and core were the biggest problems for the Golden Dragon, because these were the places where Diana's latest attacks were aimed. Truly devastating attacks.

Could Astrid move? Yes, she could. Her bones weren't broken, and her muscles weren't torn. So why did she stay motionless? Because every time she just took a breath, she had to restrain painful groans. Even the very thought of moving made her feel real agony. Her body took too much damage this time.

No one had any problems seeing how bad the Norwegian woman's condition was. And even the referee, who at first was in no hurry to do her job because of Diana's previous actions, quickly realized that it was time for her to start counting. That's exactly what she started doing.

But if after the second count Diana started to take an upright position, then Astrid was still on the mat. She was fully aware that time was not on her side. She was on the verge of defeat. Had she overestimated her strength? Astrid wouldn't say that. She knew that Diana was strong. Very strong. She knew this because she always wanted to fight only the best. Although the Golden Dragon was an infinitely proud woman, she also knew that it was impossible to win every match. When you fight with the best, you have to be prepared for defeat. Her matches with Aurora and Katherine were proof of that.

"THREE!!"

She has come a very difficult way to be here. Even without taking into account everything that happened between her and Diana. Her Apex began with the match against the Belly Queen, at that time Astrid realized for the first time that even her outstanding abs are vulnerable. The match against Kanata was a huge step forward for her, because thanks to this Japanese woman, the Golden Dragon was able to go beyond her capabilities. And the match against Miranda showed her better than anything that she is not invulnerable, the lightweight was almost able to snatch victory from her hands.

"FOUR!!"

Thanks to these matches, Astrid has become stronger. But, remembering all this right now, she wondered. Has she really reached the limits of her capabilities again? Was she really not strong enough to defeat Diana? Thinking about it, the blonde felt a prick in the heart area. Yes, that's right. She had already wondered this question. In the match against Kanata. It seemed to her that their match would never end because Kanata responded to each of her attacks with an even stronger attack. At some point Astrid was really sure that she couldn't win. But then she was able to overcome the pain. She was able to force herself to continue fighting despite all the pain her body was filled with. And thanks to her unwavering fortitude, she was able to earn truly priceless words from her rival.

"Next time we meet you better rock a belt..." sounded in Astrid's head as if Kanata was right there.

"FIVE!!!"

The descendant of the great Vikings opened her eyes. A belt. Yes. In this match, the chance to become the first openweight champion was at stake. But was that really what mattered to her? Astrid was sure that gold would look great on her waist. But in fact, something else was important to her. It's not about belts and titles. It's only about her desires and the hopes that those who believe in her have placed on her. She didn't want to beat Diana for the belt. She wanted to beat Diana to prove to herself that she deserved to be among the best.

Gritting her teeth, the blonde slowly rolled onto her stomach. Despite all her attempts, a groan so loud escaped through her teeth that no one had any problems understanding how much it hurt her at that moment. Her whole body was trembling, her breathing was ragged. And although Astrid was able to pull her knees up to her chest and slightly raise herself, using her forearms as support, after that she stopped. To much pain...

"SIX!!!"

Clenching her fists, Astrid raised the right one, and then hit the mat. Immediately after that, she raised the left one and hit the mat again. With each new collision of her fist in the ring surface, she felt more and more pain. But at the same time, her desire to overcome it became greater and greater. Sweat dripped from her face, and groans continued to come out of her mouth.

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"GGGUUMMMHHHH!!!!"

"SEVEN!!!!"

No. She couldn't give up just because of the pain. Not after everything she had to go through to get here. No. She has not yet demonstrated everything she is capable of. Diana deserved a real fight. And the descendant of the great Vikings intended to give it to her. Even if for this she will have to go beyond her limits again. So, pushing off the mat with her fists and moving her right leg forward, Astrid rose to one knee.

"EIGHT!!!!"

Her head was lowered and she was gasping for air. How long does this match last? Astrid didn't look at time, but it feels like forever. Due to exhaustion, her body began to work on credit. And Astrid didn't know how much longer she would last. But she knew one thing for sure. She will fight to the last drop of sweat. As always.

"I wanted to see the real Diana..." she said, lifting her head and looking at her rival. "And I'm grateful you let me."

Yes, it was true. Some might think it was completely stupid, but Astrid came here to fight with the best. Only matches with really strong and strong-willed women pushed her forward. Without all the matches she went through, she would have remained standing still. Perhaps not everyone was ready to agree with this, but Astrid knew that she continues to get stronger and stronger not because of the gym, but because of the great women she continues to challenge.

"But now it's time for you..." the corners of her lips lifted, and a fire ran through her lavender eyes. "To see not the Golden Dragon, but the real Astrid Arvidsson."

"NINE!!!!!"

Filling her lungs with air to the maximum in order to drown out the pain for at least a second, Astrid directed the force into her legs and rose to her feet, accompanied by loud screams from the audience. The blonde clenched her fists and raised them to chin level. It wasn't hard to see that she felt pain in literally every cell of her body. However, even so, there was fire in her lavender eyes. No. It's not over yet. She intended to give Diana the biggest fight of her life. Nothing else.

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Diana looked ready to fall to her knees any minute - perhaps a part of her was confident that Astrid wouldn't make the count, meaning Diana would be free to fall and rest the moment the count reached ten. At least for now, she'd refrain from the desire to let her feet give way - by instead propping up her rear side against the corner turnbuckle to take most of the pressure off.

Though as she found Astrid rising to her feet, she so too found strength returning to her legs. A lesser woman might have quelled and given at the fact Astrid was surely forcing herself back into this encounter, with a vicious beating of the canvas to boot. She was pumping herself up to get the blood flowing again, whilst Diana herself would stay against the corner. She'd of loved to have stepped in at any moment and delivered a hard boot against her foe, but doing so would have reset the count all the same. Though a bigger part of Diana refrained from the desire if only out of curiosity.

Curiosity over where this fight would go from here on in, what with evidently both women effectively unleashed. No longer would either women be withheld by desire to maintain their health or refrain from causing themselves bodily harm. And neither would Diana allow her ego to work her mouth over her muscles. Had the match been this way from the outset, there would surely have been bloodshed to an outright heinous degree by now.

"Whatever..." Diana thought. "There would still be time for that."

Though her next thoughts came out in verbal fashion, albeit at a volume far too low for Astrid to hear even if she were to try and do so carefully.

"If you can take this...You big fucker..."

Like a horse out of the gate, Diana would rush to Astrid the moment the blonde was somewhat upright - her hands reaching for her waist if only to wobble Astrid further, allowing Diana to find the position she wanted.

Behind her.

A series of clubbing blows would be to follow as she reared elbow after elbow into Astrid's back - with her other arm pulling at the Golden Dragon's hip to make sure she'd never be sent stumbling far. Before one particular pull would see Diana's head tucked underneath Astrid's flailing arms, with both hands now gripped to the hips of the woman.

The shit-eating grin upon Diana's face, not to mention the precise and certain positioning of the two of them, brought many yet again off their feet - as if they were about to bare witness to another suplerplex. Though this particular move would not only be physical agony, but outright psychological.

For it was not Diana's move at all.

The Italian had once told Astrid upon first meeting that she knew just who the blonde was - and why she was there at the time. The latter mattered not here and now, but the former was about to proven to Astrid and the onlookers that she did not lie. Diana had done her research. Why else would she now be hoisting Astrid precariously off her feet, with the blondes frame high to the sky...with her legs already motioning as if to prepare for a sudden fall.

It was a move that Diana had yet to use outside of the gym - and even then, it was done so in extremely seldom fashion.

But had Astrid been performing the move? Well, Diana could practically hear the commentators and fans alike scream their lungs out with the name of the move

As she sought to hit Astrid Arvidsson with the Road To Valhalla

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Astrid couldn't help herself and grinned at her rival's last words. It seems that the recent successes of the Italian woman have given her confidence that everything will now be under her control. Well. Astrid was ready to check it out. So as soon as Diana took a step towards her, the blonde did the same. Considering how tired they both were, she had no doubt that it would be over soon anyway, and now she intended to give it her all.

She was ready to send a punch in the face of the brunette, but Diana, once again showing incredible speed, literally dived under the arm of the Golden Dragon. The former champion not only evaded Astrid's punch, but also with one lightning step appeared behind the Norwegian woman's back!

Growling, the blonde was about to turn around, throwing back her right elbow. Yes, Diana was nimble, but even she can't dodge everything. However, it soon became clear that the brunette was not even going to dodge it. Instead, she stabbed Astrid in the back several times with her own elbow, clearly to disorient her. And, unfortunately, she succeeded because the Golden Dragon couldn't block and dodge the blows aimed at her back.

And then something happened that made absolutely everyone present in the arena gasp in surprise. Placing her head under Astrid's arm, the brunette wrapped her right arm around the waist of the descendant of the great Vikings and then grabbed Astrid's hip with her left hand. Yes, of course, it was possible to use several throws from this position. But everyone, without exception and including Astrid, knew exactly what the former champion wanted to use. Diana intended to use nothing less than Astrid's strongest finisher, the Road to Valhalla.

"Ah you insolent bitch!!!" Sounded in the blonde's head.

Of course, she had no idea what exactly prompted Diana to master this move, but for Astrid it became something like a fucking red rag. She had no copyright on this move, so she was not the owner of it. However, that wasn't the point. The most important thing is that Astrid used it only under certain circumstances. This move was the greatest honor she could bestow on her rivals. So far, only two women have been awarded this honor. Kyoko Akan and Kanata Yamamoto. For her, it was a way to show maximum respect to her opponent. And something told her that Diana didn't mean it the same way.

However, this was not the only feature of this movement. No less important condition under which Astrid usually used it was absolute confidence in the success of it. This movement was very difficult to execute, so the Golden Dragon kept in her arsenal no less destructive, but much simpler moves to use.

The moment Diana started lifting her in the air, Astrid experienced such a surge of anger that her body reacted almost instantly. As if she had completely forgotten about the pain, the blonde jerked her legs forward with wild force, hoping that this would be enough for Diana's hand to slip off her hip. What was it for? Well, if successful, gravity would have done her job. If Diana's hand had slipped off Astrid's hip, the blonde would have started to fall down and her weight would certainly have pulled Diana down too. All that remained for the descendant of the great Vikings to do was to strain the arm that was still wrapped around the brunette's head in order to direct Diana's face right into the mat with an improvised bulldog!

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To say Diana had mastered this move would have been a great overstatement. Had Diana been facing anyone else, the chances of her using the lumbar check would have been slim to none. And had she done so, it would have been simply under that name as 'lumbar check' - with any reference or relation to Astrid a non factor. It would have been the same way she used the spear, power bomb or any other move for that matter. To her, it was just a move. To others, it would have been a finisher.

Though here and now, the variant she was using was very much the 'Road To Valhalla,' purely from the fact it was Astrid's move. Astrid's finishing move specifically. More so, the very same move she had used to claim victory over Kyoko Akan - a victory which was arguably one of Astrid's most prominent in the company to day. To beat the woman with the same motion would have earned Diana eternal bragging rights.

Had she hit it, of course.

Having used the move itself a time numbering in the thousands, it would be a given that Astrid knew how to prevent it. Or even better yet, case and point here and now, outright counter it.

For with a forceful buck of her huge thighs forward, Diana's balance was put completely off as she found herself stumbling forward with her big foe still in her grip. Had the Italian carried on as she were with Astrid doing naught else, she could have turned the slam into a rather ineffective sit-out throw. It wouldn't be much, but it would leave Astrid on her ass, prone to whatever move the raven haired woman conjured next.

Needless to say Astrid had little intention of simply bucking and throwing Diana's stance off, as she hooked her arm around the head of Diana to ensure the fall against the canvas was more painful for her than she. With head wrapped, Diana would find her skull hitting the canvas in tandem with Astrid's rear! With the impact naturally leaving Diana flat out - face down with a groan and her arms outstretched!

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Yes, there was probably only one reason why Diana decided to use Astrid's finisher. But surely for the Italian woman this one reason was more than enough. If she could defeat the Golden Dragon with her own finisher, it's unlikely that anyone would be able to forget it in the next few years. And surely in this case Astrid would have to roll up every time listening to another reminder that she was defeated by her toughest move.

Fortunately for her, they won't know how events would have developed if Diana's attack had been successful.

Using her anger, Astrid abruptly jerked forward with her legs and Diana's hand slipped off her hip. For the blonde, a free fall began, and for Diana, a fall into Hell began. The reason for this was that no matter how strong the former champion was, the weight of the Golden Dragon just dragged her down. Astrid strained her arm wrapped around Diana's head and, to the loud cheers of the audience, the descendant of the great Vikings landed on her ass.

But the same could not be said of Diana. She didn't land on her ass, but right on her face. And judging by her painful groan, she clearly didn't like this landing. The last moments of the match were really under her control. The brunette seemed to have opened a second wind and each of her attacks was successful. It's hard to say how much it inspired her, but now this streak of success was over. And if Diana had forgotten what pain was, then Astrid was happy to remind her.

Usually Astrid tried not to grab her rivals by the hair. She didn't think it was the right thing to do. However, at the same time, she was confident that she had every right to use everything that her rivals used against her. Therefore, her conscience was absolutely clear at the moment when she grabbed the brunette by the hair on top of her head.

Getting to her feet, the Golden Dragon roughly yanked Diana up, forcing her to get to her feet too. Astrid hoped that after such a fall, her rival would have bells ringing in her head, because in this case it is unlikely that Diana will be able to prevent her from carrying out her plans. What exactly? To win of course. And so, as soon as the former champion was in a more or less vertical position, Astrid intended to lean and then press her shoulders to the front side of her opponent, while simultaneously wrapping her right leg.

"Pf... pf..."

Yes, Astrid was breathing heavily, and the sweat on her skin became so thick that it seemed that she was covered with oil. However, she wasn't going to stop. She felt Diana's desire to win. And so she simply had no right not to show her rival the same courtesy. No, if Diana wanted to win and perpetuate her name, then she would have to pay a very high price.

The Golden Dragon intended to hold her breath and then straighten up to her full height, thereby lifting Diana onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry position. At this point, the arena would surely be filled with screams. Well. They had a reason for it. And that reason was because they knew for sure that it was the preparation for the finisher that brought the Golden Dragon most of her victories.

And they were right. Smiling at the reaction of the audience, Astrid intended to throw her opponent's legs back, and then jump up as high as her current condition allowed. She wanted to make sure that Diana wouldn't be able to get up after that. Therefore, she was going to not only throw her own legs forward, but also grab the brunette's head with both hands. Falling on the mat, the descendant of the great Vikings intended to smash her opponent's head into the hard surface with such force that the light would surely have dimmed for her! Yes, that's right, it was nothing but the Jormungandr's mouth!

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Diana was flat, her heavy chest pushing against the canvas with her arms flailing in weak fashion. She was heavily stunned by the bulldog but she had life to her yet. Albeit life that would take a good while to summon, given the daze forced upon her by the head-first impact. In the state she was in she would have a moment to ponder whether she had made the right decision in trying to usurp Astrid through use of her own motion. With the move having failed, and Diana left on her front with a world of ache upon her, it was easy to declare the Italian's intent a foolish endeavor.

And yet, given the chance to relive the moment, Diana would have tried Astrid's own finish again all the same - through the simple fact that the benefits would have outweighed the agony she now felt! To have brought the blonde down low through her own finisher - the one she had defeated Kyoko Akan with? Diana wouldn't have been a hundred percent sure that Astrid would have been rendered completely out of it from the move, but it certainly would have set her up for a finisher of Diana's own possession to ensure said fact, in what would have been a combination talked about for years to come! Cemented in the highlight package of the Italian for the rest of her career!

Such imagined scenes were all that kept Diana grinning as she was brought up again, with Astrid seeking to deliver an apt reward for Diana's efforts. Hoisted upon the blondes shoulders, arms and legs alike would dangle without life as Astrid took to parading her around the ring. Once she had found perfect spot dead center of the ring, Astrid began to move no doubt with desire to bring about an end to Diana's struggles. She had found the ideal place alright - with her own figure poised before the masses as if to display her might, before driving down the woman upon her shoulders into the canvas a great deal away from the ropes. What sorry state Diana would have been left in would have found the rise all the harder to accomplish without the aid of them.

Had the move hit, that is!

For Diana sprung and kicked in the air in obscure fashion - if only to bring her head out past Astrid's grip! The blonde would be left pulling at her head to drag it down to earth, only for Diana to slip her skull free of her grip. And land if awkwardly upon her own feet!

Stumbling purely from the state she was in, Astrid would be given time to rectify what would have been a fruitless fall if only to find herself rising into Diana's strike - a European uppercut that was more bicep than knuckle, as she swung her right arm up into Astrid's features! It would be a strike filled with more desperation and verbal outcry than power, as Diana tried to seize control even with the focus lost in her eyes!

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There was nothing to hide here, Astrid really intended to finish the match. Despite the fact that her opponent had kept the match under tight control for the last five minutes, the Golden Dragon was sure that Diana's reserves were almost completely empty. Especially after her unsuccessful attempt to repeat the finisher of the descendant of the great Vikings. The blonde lifted the former champion onto her shoulders without any problems. There was only one thing left for her to do. Yes, this finisher was not as destructive as the one Diana wanted to use, but she was sure that after that the referee would finally be able to count to ten.

Gasping for air, the Golden Dragon threw her opponent's legs back, simultaneously making a jump. The audience let out a loud shout, anticipating the end of the match. However, you should never rejoice ahead of time. Despite the fact that their path to the mat would hardly have lasted longer than a second or two, they did not fall. More precisely, Diana did not fall. Instead, while in the air, the brunette jerked so hard that her head literally slipped out of Astrid's grip. As a result, only the Golden Dragon found herself on the mat.

"GGGGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!" Came out through her teeth.

At that moment, rage momentarily blinded her so much that Astrid, in a fit of emotion, hit the mat several times with her fist. What exactly made her so angry? Well, sooner or later, of course, it had to happen. But, nevertheless, this was the first time she failed to implement her finisher. It was the first fucking time. Yes, just a minute ago Astrid did the same thing with Diana. But that wasn't what she was going to think about right now.

She intended to correct this unfortunate oversight. Literally ignoring the pain in her body, the Golden Dragon pushed off from the mat, first quickly taking a sitting position, and then getting to her feet. Clenching her fists, she was going to turn around and hit Diana so hard that after that the brunette had no desire to continue to resist.

Needless to say, Astrid was able to fulfill only the first point of her plan? Yes, she was really able to turn around to face her opponent. But at the same moment, as if out of nowhere, a European uppercut from the former champion crashed into her face. Astrid's head jerked to the side so violently that her whole body staggered. Her mouth opened and saliva mixed with blood flew out. It was only because she instinctively put her right leg to the side that she was able to stay upright.

"Gggghhhh..." she groaned.

Tilting her head, she ran the outside of her palm over her lips. Yes, that's right, her lower lip was definitely torn in several places. An annoying squeak stuck in her ears, clearly signaling that it was a strong blow. Yes, it may not have been the strongest blow that Diana was capable of, but due to the fact that they were both tired, even this blow was more than strong. It was at that moment that Astrid realized what it meant. No more games. It's either her or Diana. Wanna guess what choice she made?

"GRAAAAA!!!!" She roared, straightening up to her full height and throwing back her golden hair.

Astrid intended to throw her left hand forward. But not to hit the Italian woman. She wanted to use that hand to grab her opponent by the back of the head. And only if successful she would throw her right arm forward and to the left while trying to pull Diana's head towards her. In such a simple way, she wanted to make sure that her right elbow strike, aimed at the face of the former champion, would be no less, and possibly more powerful, than Diana's last attack!