Astrid Arvidsson (C) vs Emaline — No Disqualification Match for the LAW Openweight Title

[skip-stop]

“Not... good...” sounded the conclusion in Astrid's head.

Of course, anything can go wrong during the match, but the Norwegian woman did not expect to be under such powerful pressure from her opponent. Of course, the very fact that Emaline was in this match said that she was a top-class fighter and that she probably had talents that she did not show every day. But few expected that the pink-haired woman would be able to press the champion so effectively.

Listening to her rival's vile voice, the Golden Dragon could gnash her teeth. She tried to put her palms on the floor to get up, but at the same moment Emaline kicked her in the ribs. This caused the blonde to let out another painful scream and roll over on her stomach. And her problems didn't end there.

The contender landed on Astrid's back and wrapped her legs around Astrid's, thereby limiting the champion's ability to move. And of course that was just the beginning. The Japanese-Italian woman grabbed Astrid's arm, applying a simple but very effective hold. The Golden Dragon had to bite her lower lip to silence herself. The situation was getting worse by the second. It seemed that Emaline did not make mistakes. But…

The pink-haired woman's next action was nothing but a mistake. When she brought her face close to Astrid's, blowing hot breath over the blonde's ear, the champion saw a chance. Her options were severely limited, but she still had one limb free. Therefore, as soon as Emaline's head was close enough, Astrid intended to throw her free hand to her rival's hair.

Completely unconcerned about morals and other things, the Golden Dragon intended to use all her rage and grab Emaline by the hair. If successful, she was going to pull her head to the side with such force that in the worst case, she would simply throw her opponent off herself, and in the best case, she would slam Emaline's head right into the concrete floor.

[Kreydos]

Emaline snuggled close to Astrid and fully intend to indulge in her suffering. Unfortunately for the sadistic heel, the champion had other plans; she snatched Emaline's hair and tugged her face towards the concrete. "Auck!.." A shrill shriek escaped her lips as she completely dropped the chickening and instead focused on her newfound throbbing headache, clasping her forehead with both hands. She dropped her guard utterly and forgot to detangle her legs from Astrid, let alone retreat from her. Instead, the Viper appeared content to sob quietly to herself while laying limply atop the Dragon and for once, it wasn't an act.

[skip-stop]

They say that music sounds different to all people. Perhaps this is true because at the moment when Emaline's head crashed into the concrete, the sounds of her suffering seemed to Astrid the most beautiful music possible. Her right arm was free, and although Emaline was still lying on the back of the Golden Dragon, the pink-haired woman now posed no threat to her.

Throwing her right hand to her opponent's head, the champion intended to strengthen her grip on the Japanese-Italian woman's hair. Pulling Emaline in the opposite direction, Astrid was about to throw off the Emerald Viper, at the same time turning her on her back.

If successful, the blonde would hurry to throw her leg over Emaline, and then land her butt on the upper part of the contender's stomach, at the same time pinning the Viper's arm to the floor with the help of her knees. As Astrid said at their first meeting, when attacking someone, she prefers to look them in the eye. And now, when she was sitting on her opponent, a smile appeared on the bloodied face of the Golden Dragon, which did not bode well for Emaline.

If flames had appeared on the titantron behind Astrid at that moment, that would have been great. But even without that, the champion intended to clench her fists and then bring down a hail of punches on her opponent's head, the sole purpose of which was to beat the shit out of this woman. There was little grace in the ground and pound tactics, but it was very effective. Emaline was the first to draw blood in this match, but now the Golden Dragon intended to even the score.

[Kreydos]

"Eek!.." Emaline squealed when Astrid roughly threw the pinkette aside, though that soon proved to be all the resistance she could muster. She merely whimpered pitifully and looked away when the blonde went about mounting Emaline and keeping her limbs pinned down. Of course, her inaction did little to stop the incoming pain. "Auck!.. Eerg!.. Keek!.." As the fists collided with her skull, she squealed some more and frantically squirmed beneath Astrid, legs and arms flailing about but utterly failing to dislodge her. "Ah, please!" Once again, the Viper resorted to pleading. "I-I can't take this, please!"

[skip-stop]

It was hard for Astrid to remember the last time she had used this tactic. Maybe it was her first match against Karen... or maybe even her debut match against Alison. But it didn't really matter, because every time her fist crashed into Emaline's head, the champion felt like she was taking a sip of wonderful nectar.

Soon, the contender began to squirm, trying to use both her arms and legs to free herself from under the Golden Dragon. However, it soon became apparent that Astrid's position was too secure, which forced her rival to turn to pleading. It might have seemed funny to someone, because a minute ago Emaline considered herself the mistress of the arena, and now she looked like a pathetic slug. But her rival's pleas caused Astrid nothing but annoyance.

“Shut up!" Astrid said harshly, not wanting to hear something like that from Emaline's mouth.

And to give the pink-haired woman motivation to do what she said, the descendant of the great Vikings waved her right hand to send the last, much more powerful punch into the left cheek of the contender. Thus, she wanted to stun her opponent, because she knew perfectly well that for something more serious, she first needed to make sure that Emaline would not be able to stop her.

[Kreydos]

"Plea-guak!" Astrid answered Emaline's quailing via a fist to the face, the sheer impact whipping her face rightwards. She went limp after that. "Mmm..." The only signs of life visible from her body was her quiet moaning and sobbing plus her eyes crossing slightly. Droplets of drool dripped from her lips and her arms sporadically twitched but nothing that threatened the blonde. Slowly, the pinkette came too. "Please..." However, she could only muster more begging. "I-I... I'm sorry..."

[skip-stop]

With the last punch, Astrid seemed to have achieved what she wanted. Emaline went limp. Well, or at least she stopped active resistance. The pink-haired woman was still conscious, because despite the rather clear order of the Golden Dragon, she did not stop talking.

The Emerald Viper said she was sorry.

Just for one second, but the blonde's heart seemed to tremble. This had never happened to her before. There have been both unremarkable and bloody matches in her career. But none of her opponents had ever said anything like that during the match. Even some viewers believed in Emaline's sincerity. What about Astrid? Well…

“Really?" She asked. “Then let's see how sorry you are...”

With these words, she intended to get up from Emaline, at the same time grabbing her shoulder to turn her over on her stomach. After a brief glance to the side, the blonde noticed that the referee was quite close to them. Good. The champion will probably need her services soon.

Leaning down, the Golden Dragon intended to wrap her arms around her opponent's waist, and then straighten up to her full height, thereby lifting Emaline's body into the air parallel to the floor. At this point, the audience would probably start to increase the noise because they knew well what the descendant of the great Vikings was up to.

Taking a step forward, Astrid intended to pull Emaline up with a sharp movement, thereby turning the contender over and putting the pink-haired woman on her shoulders. But only to pull her down violently at the same second. Spreading her legs to the sides, the Golden Dragon intended to fall into a sitting position and smash the Emerald Viper's body into the metal steps of the ring with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb or, as it was known, her signature move, the victim for the dragon!

[Kreydos]

"Wait... please..." Emaline whimpered as her body was hauled off the ground and Astrid's shoulders. A look of abject horror dawned on the heel's eyes for split second shortly before her opponent powerbombed her on the steel stairs. "Eeeeyoowww!" An almost comedic screech ripped its way out of her throat upon impact, her body recoiling off the stairs and rolling onto the concrete.

Her face scrunched in agony, her nervous system overwhelmed by stinging pain. She arched her back and clutched her spine with both hands, sobbing all the while. "Owhowhow..." She didn't even spare much thought to Astrid, let alone pay attention to what she had planned next. Should Emaline be allowed a frankly generous amount of time to recover however, she would use the opportunity to push herself onto her feet with the help of the ringside steps before attempting to escape into the ring.

[skip-stop]

Astrid's doubts were rather moral, because she had no trust left in Emaline. To her, this woman was a wolf in sheep's clothing. When the advantage was in the hands of the pink-haired woman, she was beating Astrid without any mercy, adding venomous insults on top. But as soon as she lost the advantage, the pleas for mercy began. No, this performance won't work anymore, at least not with Astrid.

Without any regrets, the Golden Dragon used one of her most famous moves to drive the contender's body into the metal steps. When Emaline let out a deafening cry of pain, some viewers winced because the combination of Astrid's strength and metal is clearly not something that benefited the Japanese-Italian woman who fell to the floor and rolled on the concrete.

Seeing that her opponent was literally incapable of anything right now, the descendant of the great Vikings looked away, namely at the part of the ring that was hidden by the fabric. She usually preferred to use her body as a weapon, but this time she was willing to make an exception. She flipped the fabric up and reached for the first nearest object.

“That's not it...” she muttered when she had a chair in her hands.

She threw the chair aside and tried again, this time she had a kendo stick in her hands, which the blonde also threw aside. The third item turned out to be a bag of push pins, which she threw on the ring, and the fourth item turned out to be a folded ladder, which was already beginning to annoy her a little. Astrid threw the ladder on the ring and decided to try her luck again.

“You're fucking kidding me...” she said, pulling out a folded table.

When she threw the table aside, she noticed that Emaline got to her feet and headed towards the ring, clearly trying to distance herself from the Golden Dragon. A flame flashed in lavender eyes and the champion grabbed the metal chair from the floor. Swinging wide, she intended to hit her opponent on the back before she could make it into the ring.

“Going somewhere?!”

[Kreydos]

Holding onto the metal steps for support, Emaline hobbled her way to the ring. Unfortunately for her, Astrid had other ideas. "Gieee!.." The Viper yelped aloud. She stumbled awkwardly before she crumpled onto her knees, a portrait of agony still very much etched onto her face. However, by fortunate circumstance, she collapsed near the pile items her opponent had been rummaging through.

Fueled by desperation, she practically threw her body at the kendo stick and seized it with both hands. "Back off!" She shrieked as she spun around and swung her newfound weapon in the same motion, hoping to at least ward away Astrid even if the attack missed. From there, Emaline hurriedly dragged herself across the ground in retreat while pointing the stick at the Viking in a vague implication of a threat.