[Standard Match] Astrid Arvidsson (D) vs Alison Seong - The furious beginning

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Her body was literally burning because of all the pain it was filled with. And her every move only made the situation worse. Astrid felt that her reserves were empty. Her body was working on credit. The Golden Dragon didn't know how much longer she could hold out. But before the light in her eyes would fade, she intended to make sure that her rival would regret treating her with such disdain.

Driven by pain, the descendant of the great Vikings put so much force into her signature move that for one brief moment Alison literally turned upside down. The air around them was filled with splashes of sweat from the body of the American-Korean woman. And then there was such a loud bang in the arena that some of the spectators grimaced. It was the brunette who collapsed on the mat and remained lying there without any movements.

But she wasn't the only one who fell. Despite the fact that with this lariat Astrid gave her opponent all the momentum she gained, she could not stand on her feet. Her sense of balance left her and she fell on all fours after her opponent. She was surrounded by the screams of the audience, who really enjoyed such a tense match. But she barely heard them. At that moment, there were only white spots in front of her eyes, and there was an annoying squeak in her ears, signaling that she had reached her limit.

"Phaaaa... phaaaa... phaaaa..." her heavy breathing sounded.

Fuck. She wasn't expecting this. Yes, she knew that in LAW she would have to face much stronger opponents than those with whom she had fought before. But even though Alison didn't cause her anything but hatred, Astrid still couldn't believe that even her first opponent was so strong. If even her first match is so difficult, then what awaits her next? Most people in Astrid's place would have shuddered at the thought. But instead, she felt only anticipation. Why? Because that's exactly what she wanted.

But before she would step into tomorrow, she intended to make sure that her today would be ended properly. And so the Golden Dragon gritted her teeth. Perhaps many people did not notice this, but after her signature move, she did not let go of Alison's hand. Her fingers were still tightly gripping the brunette's wrist.

Exhausted, the descendant of the great Vikings pushed off from the mat, first rising to one knee, and then rising to her feet. The sweat and blood on her body mixed into an unnaturally thick mass, making even her hair look like she had just gotten out of the slaughterhouse. But even though every cell of her body was filled with agony, her determination was as strong as ever.

She intended to pull her opponent up once more. This time, she wasn't going to force Alison to get fully on her feet. This time it would be enough for her to simply force the brunette to take a more or less vertical position. Why? Because that would be more than enough for Astrid to be able to lean forward, pressing her shoulders against the front side of her opponent, while wrapping her arm around Alison's leg at the hip area.

It seemed that her next actions were obvious. But just for a moment Astrid hesitated. Fatigue began to overcome her. And she wasn't sure she could lift Alison on her shoulders. Her legs trembled and along with it Astrid let out a growl filled with despair.

But then she heard something that was like a spear going through her head. Name. The audience chanted her name. Louder and louder. The blonde's heart began to beat faster. It was the first time she felt what their support was. And here, in the LAW ring, it became the source of her strength. The Golden Dragon's muscles tensed. Her eyes widened. She took a deep breath.

"GRAAAAA!!!!!" She let out a roar accompanied by chants from the audience.

Straightening up to her full height, she intended to lift Alison onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry position. At such a moment, no one would blame her for wanting to enjoy a little more of the support she received. But she just didn't have the strength to stand still with Alison on her shoulders.

And therefore, if the brunette had not resisted, the Golden Dragon was going to show the audience how she used to solve any problems. Radically. Astrid intended to throw Alison's legs back, while putting her last strength into her own legs in order to make a jump up. No one should forget this moment. Throwing both legs forward, Astrid was going to grab the head of the American-Korean woman with both hands. Gravity would do most of the rest of the work. But the fact remained. The Golden Dragon was going to fall on her back and thereby smash Alison's head in the mat with an attempt to win this grueling match. Yes, that's right. It was her finisher! And she called it the the Jormungandr's mouth!

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Alison was left staring up at the ceiling lights with blurred vision from that violent hit Astrid left her in. A blow in the Heavyweight division was always going to hit hard and violent, but that was on another level as if she had been hit by a truck with a full payload and was left wondering where and what she was doing. Her eyes trailed, unable to focus on anything as she tried to move where she then realized that her body was like it was made out of sandbags with how heavy they were.

She could barely lift her shoulder up off of the mat as she tried to turn with all of her mass as she finally managed to get her arm off of the mat. Only thing was, it wasn’t by her power.

Astrid was still holding onto her wrist, not letting go with its almost death grip.

Even with this knowledge, the amount of pulling that Alison was able to generate was not anything of value as her dulled hearing could barely hear the crowd around them, chanting for the Golden Dragon as she was hauled off of the mat in all of her deadweight as Astrid was ready to make sure that there was absolutely nothing left out to chance against her.

Alison left the mat once again, this time up on Astrid’s shoulders in a great display of strength and resolve at this stage in the physically taxing match as Astrid stumbled with Alison’s deadweight with no way for Alison to support herself as she was left to the design of the Golden Dragon. Forced upwards legs first, Alison was brought down with destruction on the mind as she was planted into the mat by Jormungadr’s Mouth!

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Even considering that Astrid practically didn't feel any resistance from Alison, it wasn't easy. The blonde lost almost all her strength and at that moment she was standing on her feet only thanks to two things. Her willpower and the support of the audience. This was more than enough. Listening to them chant her name, the Golden Dragon felt as if she could do anything. Therefore, it helped her not to break. It helped her lift Alison onto her shoulders.

Without any pity, the descendant of the great Vikings threw the brunette's legs back, simultaneously making a jump. Wrapping her arms around Alison's head, she could only hope that it would be enough. It was one of her heaviest moves, but even that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that Astrid knew that she simply would not be able to offer her rival something more in the case if even this would not force Alison to stay down.

When both women collapsed on the mat and the head of the American-Korean woman met the hard surface, the whole ring shuddered. It showed better than anything what happens when two heavyweights come together in a fight. Lying on her back, Astrid closed her eyes and gasped for air. It seemed to her that if she stopped even for a second, she would immediately lose consciousness.

The Golden Dragon felt that her muscles were burning with hellfire and no matter how much she filled her lungs with oxygen, this pain was not going to go away. She was completely exhausted by this match, which turned out to be ten times tougher than she had imagined. And yet, when she forced herself to turn her head to the side and open her eyes, a smile appeared on her tired face. Alison was lying face down on the mat and Astrid did not notice the slightest signs of movement.

"Gggghhhhh!!!"

With a groan that vividly showed how tired she was, Astrid forced herself to roll over on her stomach first, and then get up on all fours. Barely finding the strength to move her arms, she intended to grab Alison by the shoulder and turn her onto her back in one motion.

Even though she continued to breathe heavily, Astrid felt a terrible heaviness in her head. Every time she blinked, she didn't want to open her eyes again. Her mind was literally demanding rest, her mind was trying to get her to fall asleep. But instead of succumbing to this desire, the Golden Dragon was going to do something else.

Hooking Alison's far leg with both hands, Astrid intended to press her back against the lush breasts of her rival. Exerting pressure with her weight on the upper body of the American-Korean woman, the blonde at the same time was going to use the last crumbs of her strength in order to pull up Alison's leg and thereby lift her lower body above the mat. It was not difficult for the referee to understand what Astrid wanted. And so the striped shirt quickly lay down next to the women and, making sure that Alison's shoulder blades were tightly pressed to the mat, slapped the hard surface.

"ONE!" Spread through the arena thanks to the audience.

[TheManVan]

Traveling quickly from the top of Astrid’s shoulders and being planted into the mat, Alison was quickly sent to the dark realm of unconsciousness with her vision soon snapping to black with all of her body weight being diverted to her head. Her body recoiled off of the mat with the force the Golden Dragon drove her down with the extra momentum granted with her leap before her crumpled body flattened out on the mat.

Her body splayed out on the mat, arms and legs laying out on the mat with her eyes closed almost lifelessly, the only movement was coming from Alison’s chest with her heavy breathing. There was no connecting between Alison and her body as she floated weightlessly as she laid in the middle of the ring, the center of the crowd as Astrid hauled herself towards her, making the difficult journey while Alison showed no signs of movement.

Taking the leg, her opponent laid on top of her with all of her weight splayed out across of her and forcing her to meld into the mat, responding in no way when the referee counted!

“TWO!”

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Astrid didn't relax even after the referee slapped the mat for the second time. It seemed that Alison didn't show any signs of life at all, her body was completely limp. However, for the Golden Dragon, this was no reason to believe that victory was already in her pocket. Considering how much damage they had done to each other in this match, there was only one thing that could make Astrid believe that she had finally defeated this woman.

"THREE!!!"

Ding-Ding-Ding.

Yes, that was exactly that thing. Hearing the third clap and the ringing of the bell, Astrid, unable to restrain herself, exhaled with relief. She let go of her opponent's leg, letting it fall to the mat. However, she was in no hurry to get to her feet, continuing to lie on the brunette's chest. A wide smile appeared on the tired face of the descendant of the great Vikings. At that moment, she was just enjoying the fact that the audience was chanting her name, hailing her as the winner.

Now the blonde just wanted to take a shower and get some rest, she clearly deserved it after such a tense match. However, she deserved something else no less. And Astrid wasn't going to give it up. Therefore, despite the pain and fatigue, she first took a sitting position, and then rose to her feet.

For a moment she had to bend down and put her hands on her knees because she had no strength left and she could barely stand on her feet. However, after taking a few deep breaths, she straightened up to her full height. The referee approached the Golden Dragon and took her by the left wrist, clearly intending to raise her hand and officially recognize her as the winner.

However, before that happened, Astrid looked down at Alison. This woman said a lot of words today and did no less things, each of which was aimed at demonstrating her attitude towards Astrid. Alison believed that the Golden Dragon had no place in the same ring with her. She managed to convey this idea thanks to her words and her actions. And now it's Astrid's turn to convey her thoughts about where Alison belongs.

The referee raised Astrid's left hand and at the same moment the blonde put her foot on her opponent's chest in a victory pose. Bending her right arm at the elbow, the descendant of the great Vikings pointed at herself with her thumb without any remorse. It was her message. Not just for Alison, but for everyone else. She is here to fight with the best of the best, overcoming any difficulties on her way. And although she knows how to respect her rivals, those who will look down on her will face the same as Alison.

When the striped shirt released her hand, the blonde removed her foot from her rival's chest. In fact, Astrid was not one of those who likes to amuse her ego with such things. However, she couldn't deny that it felt damn good. At that moment, she felt like a true winner. This feeling was so strong that it even dulled the pain. The moment of her victory over such a strong woman as Alison was sweeter than fresh mead.

"Still not worthy to be in the same ring with you, huh?" She asked, taking another look at her rival.

However, she didn't need an answer for her. She won. Today she took the first step. And that was the only answer she needed. Therefore, the descendant of the great Vikings went to the ropes and, rolling under them, left the ring, leaving her rival there.

Enjoying the loud reaction of the audience, Astrid began to climb the ramp, stopping only at the very top. Without turning around, she raised her right fist above her head, informing everyone that her journey had just begun. And after that, the Golden Dragon disappeared behind the curtains. Now she could really spend some time resting.

[TheManVan]

The world felt numb to Alison, the sting of defeat felt as if she had detached from her body and now was floating in an endless void. Or perhaps that was the sequence of moves that could have very well been classified as soul rending as Alison continued to lay motionless on the mat as the weight had lifted off of her when Astrid rose as the victor.

Her chest rose up and down with each heavy breaths, her eyes slowly cracking open as the sight she was greeted to was the blonde standing over her with her arm raised the victor. She gritted her teeth, looking with disdain mixed in with shock at how she was raided and pillaged by the MMA Outsider. She had no words except for the boiling pit of spite and anger, leaving it the only thing she could feel with the numbing sensation plaguing her body, barely able to twist slightly to the side and roll onto her shoulder.

She kept her eyes locked on the blonde Viking, conveying her disdain and fury of being beaten by someone she thought wasn't worthy to be in the same ring as her. But she had been wrong, the blonde had plenty of fight, not only dishing out the violence but also taking all that Alison had to throw at her and still managing to weather the storm.

The silent fury stare remained as she watched Astrid leave the ring, leaving her to mull and simmer in her own devices, slowly rising up to a seated position with her pained body, slowly recovering from the beating she took.

WINNER: ASTRID ARVIDSSON VIA JORMUNGANDR'S MOUTH