The Primal Challenge - Promo Segment

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Time has been allotted for World Openweight Champion Astrid Arvidsson to give a promo in the last leg of this major PPV Event

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"You know, I still think you should have taken at least a short break..." Victoria muttered, shivering from the cold.

Astrid didn't respond to her manager's words right away, instead she just grinned. Even though they were standing in the waiting room, it was still cold here. And unlike the descendant of the great Vikings, who did not seem to feel this cold at all, the Englishwoman shivered like an aspen leaf in the wind due to unusual and unpleasant sensations. The blonde turned her head to her manager and winked mischievously at her, as if to make it clear that she had nothing to worry about.

"I thought you knew me well enough, huh!" Astrid ran her hand over the gold belt at her waist. "Remember, Victoria, a viking can only earn a place in Valhalla via battle, and a viking who died in bed will only earn a place in Helheim!" The blonde grinned when she saw her manager roll her eyes. "Too vague a metaphor for your British taste, huh?" This time, Victoria's eyes flashed fiercely. "I'll explain it more simply, I just have no right to miss the opportunity to fight a worthy challenger in such wild conditions!"

Victoria sighed heavily, but then smiled. Lately, she has often had to make difficult decisions. If Astrid was just a profitable client for her, she would have no qualms trying to stick her in any match that could potentially bring both money and ratings. But instead, she remained human and so she was just worried about her ward. Even Clara decided to skip this PPV in order to recover from their tough match. She gave the same advice to the Norwegian woman. But... here they are.

"Well, then go ahead!" Adjusting her glasses, she said.

Astrid did not answer because she understood without any words what Victoria's words really meant. They had once agreed to trust each other unconditionally. And the trust shown by her manager was more precious to Astrid than any gold. So she just nodded, and then took a confident step forward, disappearing behind the curtains.

Entrance Music

Attire

A few seconds of increasing tempo, and then the speakers literally exploded with the dynamic music of the Golden Dragon. With the first chords, flames burst out at the top of the ramp. Whether it was special effects or not, the confrontation of flames with ice and snow filled the space around with thick steam, which, thanks to the negative air temperature, sparkled brightly in the rays of light. It was in such an unusual atmosphere that the inaugural openweight champion came out from behind the curtains to loud applause from the audience.

Standing at the top of the ramp surrounded by steam and flames, the Golden Dragon joined her hands above her head and majestically joined them in the manner of a crown. At the same moment, two huge dragon wings appeared on the screen behind her, and the flames became much higher and wider, literally covering the champion who arrived at the ice arena. Not wanting to keep the audience waiting, the champion began to walk down the pump.

At each step, she was accompanied by flames rising from the sides of the Norwegian woman. And as she approached the ring, the noise grew louder. The reason for this was simple. In a burst of emotion, the audience did not immediately notice something special. Yes, that's right. Today, the Golden Dragon decided to show them a new attire. She had been waiting for the right opportunity for a long time and today was the day. After two really tough defenses, she dispelled any doubts about whether she deserved to own the federation's most significant title. And now, without any remorse, she decided to show everyone her champion attire.

After coming down from the ramp, Astrid stopped to high-five those who were reaching out to her. She was always happy to pay attention to her fans. In a way, she had gotten used to it. However, even now she found something that genuinely surprised her. Her gaze fell on a little girl wrapped in the cape. The same cape that Astrid gave away before the start of her match against Clara. The champion blinked several times in surprise. Damn. It was that girl. This young fan and her father traveled all the way to Austria. It seemed incredible to Astrid. She even regretted a little that this time she had nothing to give to such a devoted fan except a bright selfie. Thanking the girl for her support, the champion went to the commentators' table and took the microphone.

Given the announcement, it was more than obvious that the Golden Dragon intended to make an important statement and, given her status, there was no doubt that it would concern her title. Not wanting to bore the audience with waiting, Astrid rolled under the bottom rope and quickly got to her feet. When she reached the center of the ring, she enjoyed the warm greetings a little more before bringing the microphone to her lips.

"Hello, Austria!" She said loudly and with sincere cordiality, which was met with another wave of noise. "Damn, I hope that so many amazing matches didn't take all your strength away!" Oh, here Astrid was as sincere as possible because the card of the current PPV was truly impressive.

After taking a look at both the ice arena and the audience, the champion took a deep breath. It was obvious that the audience was very excited. Knowing Astrid's fiery temperament, they were clearly preparing to hear something very significant. She could see it on their faces. Therefore, the descendant of the great Vikings hastened to begin.

"When I joined LAW, everyone thought I was a cheeky upstart," she began, which caused a real shock on the faces of the audience. "That's why I had to go a long way..." shock began to give way to disappointment. "Proving over and over again that..." disappointment began to give way to anger. "BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!!!!!" The eyes of the audience widened so much that Astrid just couldn't help but grin. "Fuck the long promos about the path traveled, about achievements, about ups and downs!” She declared, accompanied by a welcoming noise. "I'm Astrid Arvidsson and I came here not to tell stories!" The descendant of the great Vikings took off the golden belt from her waist with one hand. "I came here to show that I speak only one language, the language of the fists!" She held her title above her head so that everyone could see it. "That's why I'm making an open challenge for the openweight title!" Her voice has become much louder. "To those who are brave enough to do this, I suggest fighting in an uncompromising two out of three falls count anywhere match right here and right now, among the cold wind and ice figures!"

Enjoying the reaction of the audience, who at first really believed that the Golden Dragon would launch into a long monologue and all sorts of nonsense, the champion turned to the ramp. No, she only came here for another match. Astrid intended to leave the bragging and other shit to others. She was well aware that many more first-class fighters had arrived in Austria than had been announced in the card. Some just wanted to be spectators, but some of them were probably waiting for a good chance. Well. This was the chance for those who longed to throw the Golden Dragon off her perch at the top of LAW.

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Theatricality was not in the nature of Karen Starring.

But given the premise - given the opportunity; the predicament at hand - she simply could not resist.

For rumor had it behind the gorilla position at LAW that one Astrid Arvidsson was going to be present in week one of this years Fight the LAW. And given the blonde vikings demeanor, it was not to announce a new range of branded winter mittens.

Jumping at the opportunity the moment it arouse, Karen put mouth to phone in an effort to call up just about every favor she had amongst the backstage populace of LAW. Which unsurprisingly given her nature, were few and far between.

Envisioning the grandest of spectacles in which she'd make not only her pay-per-view debut, but in which she'd claim the most prestigious title in LAW, Karen had left it very much within the hands of those whom had designed her rather infamous boob-windowed-bodysuit to design something...special. With a close deadline barely, and grueling adhered to, Karen had but a single fitting before deeming the outfit she had made for this imagined match to be perfect.

Perfectly feral, dare she say.

Now, all Karen had to do was answer the challenge to be held not a day after said fitting. God help anyone who dared to even consider the possibility of beating her to the punch...

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With said moment arriving in next to no time for the excited powerhouse, and the gorilla position rendered still through the encompassing glare of the amazon as to ensure no-one would push their luck and answer Astrid's challenge before her, it was time.

Time not only to take what was hers.

But time to ruin Astrid Arvidsson's life.

With the arena lights dimming as far as they would go, it was not to be Karen's usual entrance music that began to blare, no. With a special theme to mind for such a special occasion, the audience would find themselves faced with a cover of Metallica's 'For Whom The Bell Tolls.' Lights set to flicker with the signature hums of the Metallica riff, Karen's form would be at the top of the ramp albeit effectively blinded from view, courtesy of both strobe and smoke.

Holding her posture for dramatic effect, with her figure still obscured, goosebumps would fill Karen's lower back and biceps in response to the imagined scene of claiming yet another victory over Astrid. With her arms shaken off and each thigh jiggled but once, Karen only began to pace into clear view upon the entrance ramp when the songs lyrics began to hit. She thought this choice of music was rather fitting, given that for Astrid Arvidsson, the bell had very much tolled.

Soon enough in clear view with her curvy form barely restrained behind that new attire of hers, Karen looked upon Astrid with so much confidence it would be hard to register if the challenger even knew what the concept of doubt was. Whilst Karen always went into her matches with zero intention to lose, Karen had built herself up mentally for this moment in an even more exaggerated fashion. There was no imagined defeat in Karen's mind. Hell, right now, she could barely comprehend Astrid even landing a move upon her. She felt simply godly.

Figure upon the apron with her right hand around the top rope as Karen's ego carried her upwards, Karen and Astrid would lock eyes for what felt to be an eternity before the amazon slid her figure into the ring.

With the usual dislike of the concept of personal space needless to say, as she cut the distance between herself and Astrid until there was literally none.

Though for the moment, albeit with great restraint, she'd resist the urge to ram her massive bust and tout abs into the blondes own. There would be plenty of time for that...

Spoiler

"So...Two nothing?"

Hummed the first woman in LAW with a victory over the current Openweight champion...

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The fact that the lights of the arena dimmed almost immediately after Astrid's words was proof that she was right. Someone was clearly ready to accept her challenge. This in itself was worthy of respect in the opinion of the Golden Dragon. She respected those who knew exactly what they wanted. That's exactly what she told Clara when the British woman interrupted Astrid's meeting with journalists and said that she would be the one the blonde would meet in the second title defense. Someone in Astrid's place would have taken it as an insult. But she knew the truth. No one will give you what you want, you have to take it yourself. But it takes courage.

This was precisely the quality possessed by the woman who appeared at the top of the ramp in order to accept the challenge of the champion. In addition, the Golden Dragon appreciated the music chosen by her future rival in all its glory. In Astrid's memory, no one from the federation had used this music on a regular basis, so she had no doubt that it was supposed to symbolize the end of the reign of the descendant of the great Vikings. This thought made her smile.

However, despite the fact that the Norwegian woman had a smile on her lips, she still could not figure out who exactly appeared at the top of the ramp. Staying in the shadows, this woman did not allow her face to be seen, although the shadows did not prevent the Golden Dragon from seeing a damn impressive physique. It was certainly intriguing, but at the same time it became a test for the patience of the champion. She even involuntarily clenched her fist several times as she couldn't wait to find out who had the courage to make such a loud statement through such symbolic music. And then, when the woman finally came out of the shadows…

"Oh fuck..." she muttered, after which her smile turned into a real grin. "What a lucky day!"

Karen Starring herself. Just looking at this woman was enough to make Astrid's heart start beating faster. The blonde felt like fire was running through her veins. Moreover, it was reflected visually. She got so hot that steam started coming off her skin. Yes, she just couldn't imagine a more suitable opponent. The first woman to defeat her. The first woman who made her feel something more than just the contact of muscular bodies.

And of course Astrid couldn't help but appreciate the blue-haired woman's new costume. Yes, there was no point in denying it, this costume was damn impressive. Karen managed to highlight both her outstanding musculature and her best body part. It turns out that today both women pleased the audience.

When the blue-haired woman climbed to the edge of the ring, their gazes crossed. At that moment, the Golden Dragon did not hear the cheering of the crowd, which was already in incredible anticipation. At that moment, she was only thinking about how fortunate the circumstances were. Despite the fact that after their match they had the chance to meet several times, Astrid never had the opportunity to take a rematch for her defeat. But now that Karen was standing right in front of her and there was not even a shadow of doubt in her gaze... ugh... the Golden Dragon's soul began to tremble. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. Given the circumstances, this phrase certainly played with new colors.

After exchanging glances, Karen finally slipped between the ropes and, not surprisingly, walked straight towards Astrid. After stopping, the American woman left almost no space between them. And while the Golden Dragon got the opportunity to look at her rival's costume in all its glory, the audience made a loud wave of noise. When the two curvaceous women came face to face, they felt as if the air had become several times heavier. Astrid felt it too, especially after the "greeting" that came out of Karen's mouth.

"I see you haven't lost your love of chatter, huh!" She said, keeping the grin on her face.

Finishing work for Karen, Astrid took a step forward, violating her rival's personal space. If anyone thought this would happen later, then they should have thought again. Astrid's breasts pressed into her opponent's, while she tilted her head forward, almost touching Karen's forehead with her own. Her lavender eyes were directed into the blue eyes of the American woman. No, she wasn't going to try to scare her rival. Pointless. On the contrary, the descendant of the great Vikings was grateful to her for accepting the challenge.

"But one win is not a pattern," although Astrid was not going to deny that she had lost in their last meeting, it did not change anything for her. "So..."

Astrid handed the referee her golden belt, thereby making it clear that she was not going to reject Karen's candidacy for this match. Given the story between her and the woman in front of her, the stakes were higher than ever. Of course, the openweight title itself was more than a significant bet in this match. However, for Astrid, everything was much more important than the title. Karen was the first one to beat her. The Norwegian woman lost a match that she had no right to lose. But now she has an opportunity to even the score. On the other hand... she was well aware that if she suffered another setback today, it would be the end not only of her reign, but also possibly of her career. Was she scared because of that? No. For her, such high stakes were the fuel that inflames the coming fight.