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

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Even when Astrid was in the ring, her opponent didn't attack, as if enjoying this pause. But as soon as the Golden Dragon headed towards Emaline, the pink-haired woman rushed forward, rapidly closing the distance. The descendant of the great Vikings partially adapted to her rival's style, and so she began to sway on her toes.

Her guess turned out to be correct, because when there were no more than two steps left between them, the contender placed her foot on the line of the other foot. Thanks to countless sparring sessions with Charlotte, whom Astrid considered the best at kicks, she realized what would happen next. Spinning around, Emaline swung her leg, trying to send a powerful kick to the champion's head.

Lavender eyes sparkled and Astrid bent her legs, so that Emaline's foot passed over her head, however, even so she felt a powerful gust of wind. This was a great moment for her own attack, but suddenly the Japanese-Italian woman took advantage of this unsuccessful kick to make another one, also aimed at Astrid's head.

“Damn it!” The blonde cursed mentally.

It was only thanks to her reaction honed over many years that she managed to throw both hands up, covering the right left of her head. When Emaline's foot slammed into her forearms, the Norwegian woman let out a strangled cry. Even with the block, she had to move her right leg to the side to resist the power of that kick. She felt such a great pain that for a moment she felt as if her bones had cracked. She gritted her teeth, realizing at the same time that she shouldn't let the contender continue to swing her legs.

Therefore, despite the wild pain in her hands, she forced herself to grab Emaline's ankle with a death grip. She intended to bend this leg at the knee, and then take a step forward to press her front side against the pink-haired woman's back, as a result of which the Emaline's leg would be trapped between them. Wasting no time, the Golden Dragon was going to wrap her arms around Emaline's waist and then lean back to slam her body into the mat with a leg hook german suplex!

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"Hmph." Emaline grunted in mild amusement when Astrid expertly avoided the first kick and then blocked the next one. However, before the Japanese wrestler could retract her leg to continue the onslaught, her opponent caught her ankle, trapping her in place. The next thing she knew, her body was yanked closer towards Astrid's loving arms. Emaline's eyes opened wide as she reached down towards the arms cinched tightly around her waist but it all soon proved to be in vain.

"Eeeh!.." A dismayed yelp escaped her throat as her boots left the ground and her world turned upside down, ending in a painful landing on her back. "Agh!.." She flopped listlessly onto her front with a dull thud. And then she moaned and whimpered pitifully while caressing her newly aching upper back. Yet she wasn't completely out of it yet. She hastily scampered across the ring, literally dragging herself across the canvas towards the ropes where she can haul herself back onto her feet.

Yet that pathetic display was only half genuine. She kept a wary eye out for the Blonde's movements. Should she approach too closely to the pinkette, she would pivot her weight onto her shoulder and angle her body diagonally upwards. She aimed her boot towards Astrid's face before sharply extending a leg outwards, attempting to catch her off-guard via a grounded thrust kick.

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As a result of Astrid's maneuver, both women ended up on the mat, the only difference was that the landing was much more painful for Emaline. However, Astrid herself was not as enthusiastic as she was at the beginning of the match. Putting her left hand on the mat to get up, she involuntarily winced at the pain. Damn, maybe she underestimated the strength of the contender's legs, maybe there really was a crack in her radius bone after the kick.

Nevertheless, the champion gritted her teeth and got to her feet. Emaline wanted to do it too, but she definitely needed some help, so the first thing she did was crawl to the ropes. Of course, Astrid could have given her opponent the opportunity to get to her feet, taking advantage of this time to catch her breath. But instead, she decided that a few consecutive attacks would give her the opportunity to end the match right now.

So the champion went after Emaline. She wanted to catch the moment when the pink-haired woman would be in an upright position to wrap her arms around Emaline's waist again. Perhaps a good German suplex will cool down the contender's ardor. But it seems that it's Astrid's ardor needed to be cooled down, because as soon as she approached Emaline, she abruptly threw her leg up.

“Guuhhh!!!”

Another kick in the face. The Golden Dragon staggered back a few steps, after which her body gave away and she fell to one knee. There were enough wounds on her face from the previous attacks of the contender, some of them had reopened, and new ones had been added to them. Astrid automatically threw her right hand to the side, grabbing the middle rope to keep at least some semblance of balance. At the same time, she covered her face with her left hand while large drops of blood were dripping on the mat.

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"Heh..." Emaline scoffed when her surprise thrust kick caught Astrid off-guard, sending her staggering to the ropes. Yet the Viper couldn't find it in her to immediately press her advantage and instead laid flat on her back, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she heaved for air. After a short moment of recovery, she gracefully spun her body around the canvas and planted her boots on the floor before she languidly rose onto her feet.

"What a piteous sight to behold." She remarked aloud while staring directly at the Viking's eyes. "I prefer to avoid bloodshed, the red soils my outfit and sticks to my perfect skin." Emaline haughtily monologued as she strutted closer. "You ought not to have resisted as obstinately as you had. It would have been more enjoyable for the both us, that way." However, during while monologuing, her keen eye also spotted a weakness.

Once again, she ran towards Astrid, the pinkette's powerful legs propelling her across the ring. She leapt into the air mid-stride and shifted her body to be parallel for a dropkick. Although she seemed aim to kick the blonde's upper body, that was yet another feint. A beat later, Emaline re-directed her trajectory to dropkick right onto Astrid's exposed knee instead.

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The champion's situation clearly left much to be desired. She lost count of how many times she got hit in the head today. Emaline's last kick was clearly not good for her health. Holding onto the rope, the blonde tried her best to concentrate, but the pain and dizziness were too strong.

This gave the contender time not only to get to her feet, but also to throw another batch of caustic comments in the direction of the Golden Dragon. More than anything, Astrid wanted to tear this woman apart, but unfortunately at that second it was Emaline who dictated the course of this match.

The Japanese-Italian woman rushed to the descendant of the great Vikings, and then forcefully pushed off the mat. Experience told Astrid what kind of move it would be, and although she was still in a bad state, she put both hands in front of her face to avoid getting hit again. But although she was right about what kind of movement it would be, she was wrong about the target of this movement.

“Aaaahhhh!!”

Emaline's feet crashed into the Golden Dragon's knee, causing the champion to fall face down. However, a moment later she rolled over onto her back, at the same time clutching her knee. Even though she was famous for her self-control, at that moment she was groaning through clenched teeth because the pain was so intense that she might have been injured.

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Astrid yet again blessed Emaline's ears via pained screams, prompting her sadistic grin to widen as she performed a kip-up and landed back on her feet. The sight of her opponent writhing in agony was almost enough to drown out all the dull aches plaguing her own body, especially her beautiful but now bruised face. Feeling even more motivated to dole out more punishment, she nonchalantly stepped onto Astrid's recently injured knee.

Of course, the Viper didn't stop there. She lifted her other leg up and balanced on one foot, essentially placing all of her weight onto the Viking's knee. "I do sincerely hope that you are comfortable down there." Emaline continued monologuing in that overtly polite manner of hers. "Since this shall be our respective positions going forward. I, triumphant and ascended, standing over the broken remains of a former champion." She punctuated her arrogant words with another aristocratic giggle.

Naturally, she already had a precaution in mind should Astrid attempt to buck the pinkette off or anything of that sort. She would simply jump up, using the blonde's knee as a springboard before stomping down via the other boot onto her tummy. From there, Emaline would carry on balancing on one leg, stepping on Astrid's body and savouring the look on her face.

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Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Complaining about things is the lot of losers, so Astrid never allowed herself to do that. But now the situation was really deplorable. Most of her body was covered with steel muscles, which gave her some protection. But in fact, there are no muscles in the kneecap, it's just a defenseless joint, which her opponent took advantage of.

Enjoying every second of her leadership position, Emaline got to her feet and decided to make things worse for the champion. Without giving the Golden Dragon a second to recover, she stepped on her knee, lifting her free leg at the same time, as a result of which the entire weight of the Emerald Viper fell on the blonde's knee.

“AAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The pain was so intense that Astrid literally froze for a few seconds. But then her instincts kicked in. She prepared to jerk violently to the side, because that would be more than enough to upset Emaline's balance. However, the pink-haired woman clearly foresaw this. In the same second, she jumped up and then landed her other foot on Astrid's already bruised stomach, nailing the champion to the mat.

“GGGGMMMMHHHHH!!!!”

And, of course, she kept talking. Perhaps it really could be called a unique skill. Emaline was capable of causing pain not only physically, but also mentally. Her words involuntarily made Astrid imagine this picture. Beaten up, she lies on the mat, unable to move, while Emaline stands proudly with the openweight championship, raising it over her head. A lump rose in Astrid's throat at the very thought. There was something in her heart that she had never felt before during a fight. Despair.

“No... no... no...” sounded in her head at that moment.

When she was entrusted with this title, she swore that the day she lost, she would not regret anything. Astrid hated making oaths, but at that moment she felt like she just couldn't do anything else. So would she regret losing today? Yes. It will haunt her for the rest of her days. All the title defenses she's gone through will cease to matter. All her efforts that she has put into making this championship prestigious will sink into oblivion. And she will be remembered not as the first openweight champion, but as the one who covered this title with shame. Astrid closed her eyes.

“No!” This time Astrid said it out loud, not just in her head. “Over my dead body!”

When she opened her eyes, the spotlights made it seem as if they had turned from lavender to red. And if there was a place for special effects, flames would start dancing around her, shooting straight out of her soul. Someday she will have to lose. Someday her title will pass to someone else. But not today. And definitely not to Emaline.

Biting her lower lip to somehow suppress the pain, Astrid intended to throw both hands forward to grab the contender's foot in a death grip. It might hurt, but she wasn't going to give her opponent the opportunity to back off and thereby protect herself.

Astrid was determined to give the Emerald Viper a taste of her own medicine, and therefore, if successful, she would throw both legs up to wrap them around the Japanese-Italian woman's leg. Jerking both legs down, she wanted to make Emaline fall flat on the mat face down. And in that case, it would be easier to understand what exactly the champion was up to. Using her legs wrapped around Emaline's leg, as well as the pink-haired woman's foot in her hands, Astrid intended to bend the contender's leg at such an unnatural angle that with this kneebar hold that Emaline's knee joint would feel all the agony that Astrid herself had to go through.