[Hell-Bound Train Match] Astrid Arvidsson (c) vs Piper Sherwood for the LAW World Openweight Championship

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It was a truly cinematic moment. When Piper threw the tablecloth aside, her eyes widened at what she saw. Astrid was covered with bruises and wounds, and her costume had lost some pieces in many places, but this did not stop her from pushing off the floor with brutal force, leaping towards her rival.

The Golden Dragon's shoulder ruthlessly slammed into Piper's bare stomach, causing the contender to scream. Considering the difference in weight, for the other blonde it was probably comparable to a collision with a truck. However, her problems didn't end there, as the descendant of the great Vikings lifted Piper's body into the air, and then brought it down right on the table.

The sounds of cracking wood, clanking metal, and shattering glass filled the carriage. A moment later, both women were on the floor, surrounded by splinters of the table, fragments of plates and glasses, as well as numerous cutlery. The only difference was that Piper was on the bottom, while the champion was on top of her opponent.

“Pha...phaa...phaaa...” Astrid panted, feeling all the consequences of this truly insane match.

If she had the opportunity to pin her opponent, it would certainly be the moment when she would try to get the victory. But she couldn't win this match that way, instead she had to make sure Piper didn't leave this train and stop her from taking the title belt from the pedestal.

“Grrrhh...”

Gritting her teeth, the Golden Dragon placed her palms on the floor and got up on all fours. Without wasting any time, she grabbed Piper by the throat with her right hand and grabbed the other blonde's right elbow with her left hand. Still breathing heavily, she intended to get to her feet to make preparations for the move, which would be Piper's last.

By pulling her opponent up, the Norwegian woman intended to force Piper to her feet, after which she would take a few steps to the side, approaching the next table. She hoped that her spear was enough to make it impossible for the challenger to breathe and resist, because in that case, nothing would prevent the Golden Dragon from climbing onto this table with Piper.

“Die, bitch...” Astrid muttered in a burst of emotion.

She might not have been serious about it, but she wasn't used to holding back her emotions, especially in a tough match like this. In any case, she intended to shove Piper's head between her sweaty thighs and then wrap her arms around the other blonde's waist. The champion's body ached with pain and fatigue, so she first intended to take a deep breath and then pull Piper up, turning her over and placing her on the right shoulder in a Canadian rack position. If she had succeeded, the last thing she had to do was jump up and spread her legs apart, then pull Piper down as sharply as possible and fall into a sitting position, thereby ramming the table with the contender's head with her new finisher, which many would call a jumping Canadian rack piledriver, but which she called the journey to Vinland!

[Bare]

Piper literally had no idea what had happened. Getting folded in half from the spear by Astrid and laid out in the wreckage of the table that she had been standing in front of beforehand.

Groaning softly in the wreckage Piper wouldn't even be able to stir or try to get out of it, the wood surrounding and digging into her body along with Astrid's own body weight, not to mention the sheer stunned state of pain she was in from the aftermath of the attack.

"Mhmmm...." Piper moaned softly into Astrid's body as the woman started to stir above her, almost like a pair of lovers waking up after a wild night. Only Astrid and Piper were no where near that close nor was this such an intimate and peaceful situation.

It was war and Astrid seemed about ready to drop a bomb. "Guh..." Piper gagged out as she was dragged out of the remains of the table and onto her feet. Grabbing and clawing at Astrid's wrist weakly with her free hand Piper tried to resist and defy the woman but she was too weak from the spear.

As a result the lightweight was dragged across the floor towards the next nearest table. 'Shit! No! No!' Piper thought to herself, actually thinking Astrid's whispered threat could actually be serious as she was pushed down between the woman's thighs before getting hauled through the air onto the woman's shoulders!

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Piper thought to herself as she was then flung threw the air and spiked through another table head first! "GYAHHHHH!" Piper shrieked out in a bloodcurdling scream, once again laying in the wreckage of the table, lower half folded over her while her eyes were half lidded with a glazed over expression, seemingly half conscious from the momentous impact!

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If this match had been held in the arena, surely at this moment the roar of the audience could have been heard even outside the arena. All of Astrid's finishers were truly impressive, and the new one was no exception. She was in pain, and fatigue was already beginning to overwhelm her, but the flame in her soul could not be extinguished, which she demonstrated by first dragging Piper onto the table and then placing the contender on her shoulder.

When Piper's body smashed through the table, she let out a scream so piercing that goosebumps ran down the Golden Dragon's spine. However, that was the last sound that escaped her lips. For several seconds, Astrid remained in a sitting position, gasping for air, at that moment her body seemed to be in chains. She knew the limits of her endurance, but in such a tough match any limits become vague.

Suddenly, the champion felt a wild pain in her chest area. This caused her to release Piper's waist, after which the Golden Dragon leaned back, taking a lying position. As a result, Piper's upper body ended up on the lower body of the descendant of the great Vikings. Perhaps she should have thrown off the contender, but at that moment Astrid did not have enough strength for that. At that moment, both women, lying in a shapeless heap on the floor among the fragments of the table, seemed completely exhausted.

"Fuck..." Astrid muttered, wiping the sweat and blood from her face with her shaking hand.

It was a truly strange feeling. She was exhausted, but at the same time, she felt more alive than ever. It was definitely one of the things she loved about pro wrestling. Every time she overcame another obstacle in her path, the Golden Dragon felt a real pleasure. If she had pinned Piper right now, it was unlikely that the lightweight would have been able to break the pin. After thinking about it, Astrid even wanted to try it out of curiosity, but…

“The train is arriving at the last station!”

A voice from the speakers brought the champion back to reality. That's right, she doesn't have time to test any theories. None of this is important. To win, she must not to pin Piper, but get off the train and take her title belt from the pedestal. That's the only really important thing.

The contender was still lying on top of her without any movements, so, gritting her teeth, Astrid sat up and took Piper by the shoulder. With a painful groan, the blonde pulled her rival aside, causing Piper to roll off her. Still breathing heavily, the descendant of the great Vikings grabbed the back of the nearest chair and only then rose to one knee.

The Golden Dragon glanced at her opponent. It was worth paying tribute to her, this bitch was damn strong and gave the champion a really good match. For a brief second, Astrid put her hand on her opponent's shoulder, as if paying her respects, and then she got to her feet.

The muscles of her body began to turn to stone, not to mention the incessant pain, so when Astrid took a step forward, she staggered so much that she was forced to put her palms on the nearest table. It seems she underestimated to some extent how much damage she took in this match. Then she felt the train begin to slow down gradually. Astrid looked out the nearest window and quickly realized that they would arrive at the station in just a minute.

“Come on...” she said to herself.

Pushing off from the table, the Golden Dragon headed for the door leading from the carriage to the vestibule. With each step, she continued to stagger violently, but the most important thing was that she continued to walk forward. All she had to do was get off the train and get her belt, nothing else mattered. Even the fact that she no longer had the lasso of truth on her hip, she had apparently dropped it at some point.

[Bare]

Everything was hurting. That was the only possible way to remotely describe what Piper was experiencing right now and even that felt like an understatement that didn't truly capture the amount of absolutely horrid agony that coursed throughout every fiber of her being.

That pile driver or whatever the hell Astrid had used THROUGH a table after putting the smaller blonde through ANOTHER table before hand was absolutely brutal for the lithe wrestler body to take and as a result all she could do was dimly reach around for anything and everything, thinking that if she could grab onto and focus on any one thing it might help with her rapidly dwindling ability to stay awake.

Luckily though Piper was laying across Astrid's muscular lap and after a moment of her twitching fingers reaching around the woman's waist they would grab onto something course and not quite solid, but enough to grab onto, using the slight burning sensation in her palm from grabbing so tight to keep herself awake, reminding herself of her mission tonight. Beat Astrid. Grab that belt. Become open weight champion.

Rinse repeat. Beat Astrid. Grab that belt. Become. Open. Weight. Champion. It's all that mattered and like a command in code running through a machine it was the only thing that was going through Piper's mind until the announcement came that they were at the last stop. No time to rest, no time to formulate a plan.

The title would only be a short distance away now and if she allowed Astrid the chance she would retrieve it no problem. Luckily she had a chance but she'd have to be careful, time it correctly and make the most of it, otherwise all would be lost.

Pushed and rolled off of of Astrid's waist and down onto the floor Piper had made sure to pull her arm under her as she did so, aiming to hide the rope that she had grabbed from Astrid's waist. Ironically meant to be the lasso of truth, but now thanks to a small act of deceit it would be used as part of its master's dismantling.

Feeling a pat on her shoulder nearly made Piper seize up but she remained still and limp to maintain her facade which admittedly wasn't particularly difficult given the state of absolute physical hell her body was in. 'The fuck was that?' Piper thought to herself, not understanding the intended act of respect from Astrid but in the moment she didn't care. Gritting her teeth Piper would push herself up, as soon as Astrid exited the car and got into the vestibule.

'Move damn it move!' Piper thought to herself as she dragged herself across the floor, trying to avoid the pieces of broken glass and wood that littered the car, slowly but surely picking herself back up first to her hands and knees, crawling along the floor to the vestibule entrance, her vision swimming in doubles of everything but her course was rock set and gradually things would even out as she managed to get one leg under her and then the other, managing to get up to her feet, albeit nearly stumbling and falling in the process but she caught herself without making a sound.

Stealth would be imperative as she made her way over to the vestibule entrance, panting softly for a moment and keeping her head down to not be seen through the window, panting for a bit and catching her breath as she unfurled the lasso and held it in both hands, gritting her teeth and looking up with a furious gaze.

'Time... to end this.' Piper thought as she then swung the vestibule door opens and jumped up as high as she could, wrapping the rope around Astrid's neck while curling her legs around Astrid's waist in the process, trying to choke the champ out while screaming bloody murder on the literal last stop of this hellish match!

"GRAHHHHH DIE BITCH DIE THAT TITLE IS MINE!" Piper screamed right into the taller blonde's ear, pulling the rope as tightly around Astrid's neck as she could to try and choke the woman out!

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Step. Another step. One more step. It was well known to those who followed Astrid's career closely that she loved hardcore. Not because it gives her the opportunity to break the rules, but because it was the best way for her to reach all imaginable limits. The smell of blood and sweat in the air is the best indication that you and your opponent are fighting to the maximum of your capabilities. However, now it looked like the champion had really decided to take too big a bite.

Her beautiful golden hair was stained with both blood and other liquids, including that incomprehensible shit from the pot. Some parts of her costume just fell off, while the costume itself was torn in many places. There were bruises and open wounds all over the Golden Dragon's body, even blood was still flowing down her exhausted face. Hell-Bound Train Match... yeah, true, no doubt.

Nevertheless, she passed that challenge. She was still on her feet. Even though she was staggering a lot, she continued walking towards the door between the carriage and the vestibule. Her breathing was heavy, and there was agony in every cell of her body. It was hard, but she knew it was worth it. All she had to do was get off the train, walk a little ahead and pick up her title belt from the pedestal. Nothing can stop her.

At least that's what she thought.

The moment Astrid reached for the door handle, something thin wrapped around her neck. Instantly, the blonde lost the ability to breathe, but that wasn't all. She felt as if her waist was being squeezed by two pythons, while a heavy weight was being hung on her back. And then... then, right next to her ear, came the deafening scream of her rival wishing the Golden Dragon would die.

“UUGGUUURRRRHHHH!!!!! The Norwegian woman groaned in a strangled voice.

Instantly, she threw her hands to her neck. That was exactly the moment when she realized that to try to strangle her Piper had used nothing else but the lasso of truth that Astrid had brought with her. Shit. The Golden Dragon couldn't believe what was happening, she was sure that no one would be able to survive her new finisher. But Piper was right on her back and was trying to strangle the champion with her own weapon.

“Fuck you, bitch!" The blonde croaked, unwilling to leave her rival's words unanswered even in such a pernicious situation.

She quickly realized that she would not be able to loosen the rope around her neck, the only way out for her was to force Piper to let her go. But how exactly should she do it? The simplest solution would be to lean back as sharply as possible to drive her opponent's body into the floor. It sounds simple and reliable, but what if this crazy bitch can handle it too? If there was one thing Astrid was sure of, it was that she wouldn't be able to get back on her feet after that. So she had to get rid of Piper somehow while standing up.

As she felt the train begin to slow down even more, Astrid realized that she had to act right now. She didn't have time to just try to get Piper off her back, instead she needed determination. The Golden Dragon backed up a few steps, reaching the nearest table. However, instead of using it in any way, she intended to throw it aside in one motion. It might seem like it didn't make any sense, but…

“You'll regret it...” she croaked, turning ninety degrees to the left.

Without any further warning, she intended to abruptly start moving backwards. Yes, she had a maximum of three steps, but she was going to use each of them in order to gain as much speed as possible. For what purpose exactly? In order to smash Piper's back straight into the train window! It's unlikely that this will be enough to literally throw off the contender onto the rails, but Astrid hoped that her opponent would not be too happy to feel the glass pass over the skin of her back!

[Bare]

Jumping from the shadows onto the back of the Open weight champion Piper wasted not even a single solitary second of the advantage she had carved out for herself. After all she really didn't have much strength left, the total amount of damage and scale of injuries she had taken wold leave her unable to fight back if for whatever reason she let go, as such she had to hold on no matter what! Unfortunately however Astrid was God damn stubborn and even a Piper pulled the rope further and further across the woman's neck like a garrote she just wouldn't fall down!

'If only I could get her down to the floor! then this would be over, I could choke her out, and just stroll up to the podium when the train gets to the station!' Piper thought to herself as she desperately tugged and pulled on the rope in her hands. "Grrrrr... Fuck you too! Now go down!" Piper roared right back at the champion, not realizing that Astrid was starting to walk backward, no instead she was focused on choking this woman out, especially as she felt the train slowing down.

'Damn it fall just fall, fall for fucks sake!' Piper thought to herself as she tugged, barely even aware of the fact that Astrid flipped a table over, attributing it to the woman throwing a tantrum that she was on the cusp of losing. That was until Astrid took off, like a powerful, untamed stallion, striding across the shattered wood and glass, backwards of all things! Going until she practically plowed Piper back first into the window of the train!

"GAHHHHHH!!!" Piper screamed out in agony, the window actually cracking from the force of her bodies impact on the glass, a few fragments actually breaking off and embedding or scratching into the lightweight's already severely damaged back! On instinct Piper's legs fell from around Astrid's waist, and for a moment her arms also slackened and had it not been for her grip on the rope around Astrid's neck being iron clad she may have fallen off of the larger blonde's back. But she didn't.

Still gasping and huffing in agony from the impact Piper would grit her teeth and pull the rope tight again while scrambling her legs back up the woman's back and hips, trying to curl them around the champion's waist again, at least enough to keep herself anchored in place. "Ngh... you... seriously think... that's enough.... to beat me!?" Piper demanded with a growl right into Astrid's ear while tugging tighter on the ropes until her palms burned.

"I'm... going to be the open weight champion!" Piper yelled as she then took things a step further opening her mouth as wide as she could and making like a creature of the night as she then sank her teeth into the side of Astrid's face, biting down as hard as she could, hoping the sheer amount of pain out of nowhere would make her finally fall over!

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Perhaps the most hardcore match in her life until today was the match that took place exactly one year ago. That Halloween night, she fought Clara in a truly insane match, where they both pushed each other to the limit using the most sophisticated means. But perhaps now the Golden Dragon was ready to admit that her match with Clara had shifted to second place. This crazy bitch was damn strong, not to mention her talent for using everything around her as a weapon.

Being in a really desperate situation, the champion was ready to do anything to get rid of Piper on her back. Fortunately, the contender did not attach much importance to the actions of the descendant of the great Vikings, probably believing that all this was nothing more than hysteria. But, as it turned out, it was her mistake, because Astrid was not one of those who panic even in such a difficult situation.

Staggering back forcefully, the Golden Dragon forced Piper's back into the train window. A heart-rending scream of the lightweight rolled through the carriage, which for Astrid was music. Probably because of the pain, the contender's legs slipped off the blonde's waist, even the grip on her neck loosened. Thanks to this, Astrid was able to take a step forward and even take a deep breath, which seemed to her to be true bliss. She managed to free herself. As they say, perseverance always bears fruit. But... Astrid forgot that this statement just works not only for her.

As soon as she raised her hands to remove the rope from her neck, Piper attacked her again. The contender's legs closed around the Golden Dragon's waist again, and the rope around her neck tightened again. Astrid gritted her teeth, unable to believe that Piper could still act so decisively after all this.

“Ggggguuuhhhhh...”

When Piper said it wasn't enough to beat her, Astrid prepared to repeat what she had just done. She was going to step back again and this time make sure that Piper's back wouldn't just make the window crack, but that the fucking bitch would actually fall out of the train and onto the rails!

However, plans do not always have something in common with reality.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” The champion's heart-rending screech rang through the carriage.

And the reason for this was that Piper, like a rabid animal, leaned her head forward and bit into Astrid's right cheek with her teeth. The pain was simply indescribable. Instead of move back as she had planned, the Golden Dragon involuntarily took a step forward, and then she fell to one knee. The one breath she managed to take didn't matter anymore. The image in front of her eyes began to blur, and her already bloody face began to flow with her several streams of blood due to Piper's teeth, which had sunk into her skin.

Astrid's vision was already blurry, but now what little she could see was beginning to shroud in a dark pall. This and the burning pain in her lungs made it clear to her that she was on the verge of losing consciousness. And it was at this moment that the train began to move even slower. Even with the blurry image in her eyes, Astrid could see that a platform had started outside the window. They had almost arrived at the last station, which meant that in just ten seconds the train would stop and the doors leading to her title belt would open.

“No...” she croaked in response to Piper's last words. “You're going to burn up in the flames of the Golden Dragon!”

She didn't go through all this shit to lose like that. Astrid was ready to die, but she wasn't ready to be strangled by a lightweight. She reached for her opponent's head to grab her hair hard by the roots. Even though the bitch's teeth were still biting into her cheek, Astrid intended to pull Piper's head forward so that at least a small part of the contender's head would end up in front of the descendant of the great Vikings' head.

There were certainly many women in this federation who deserved the title of champion. In fact, Astrid joined LAW for this very reason. She could sign a contract with the most famous MMA promotion and become fabulously rich. But that wasn't what she needed. She always wanted to know where the limits of what she was capable of lay. She always wanted to fight with the strongest women in this world. That's why she joined LAW. Yes, many people here deserved a title, it was she who became the first openweight champion. And now she was going to show Piper why.

Through the pain in her muscles and the darkness in her vision, Astrid rose from one knee and straightened to her full height. They say that every fighter has doubts in their soul, but Astrid was not one of them. She always saw clearly what she lived for, what she was born for. And that's why she never doubted herself. She was always ready to move forward, even if her body refused to obey. She was the kind of person who strives to turn the impossible into reality every day. That's why she's the first openweight champion. That was why she intended to win today.

Rising to her feet, Astrid turned towards the doors leading to the vestibule of the carriage, and then rushed forward. Every step seemed like a mile to her. Her mind was treacherously trying to make her fall asleep. But she didn't stop. Holding her opponent's head in a death grip, she continued to gain speed so that she could push off from the floor with force on the last step. Putting all the power she possessed into it, she intended to leap forward to ram the doors between the carriage and the carriage vestibule with Piper's head.

If she had succeeded, then surely her might would have been enough to blow these doors off their hinges. However, even in this case, the Golden Dragon would hardly have known about her success, because at the very moment when she jumped, her body was completely deprived of oxygen and her consciousness was completely enveloped in darkness. Even if she had managed to ram the doors with Piper's head, she would have collapsed to the floor, unconscious. And perhaps the funniest thing about it was that at that very second the train stopped, while a voice came from the speakers...

“Kyoto Station, last stop. Please, leave the train. Please, don't leave your belongings behind.”

[Bare]

Piper had almost been forced to let go after getting bashed into the window, and quite frankly if she took another impact of that level she didn't know if she'd be able to keep her hold on Astrid going and if she fell off.. then that would be it, she'd lose. Naturally Piper couldn't let that happen by any means necessary.

So naturally the smaller blonde didn't hesitate to reach forward, biting down on Astrid's face like a zombie or vampire, looking to take a pound of flesh from the Open weight Champion the hard way even if it bloodied her up in the process! In fact that's how she'd prefer it! The Open weight title was the pinnacle of LAW and Piper had started out at the bottom of the company, a jobber, a worthless, egotistical brat that didn't know how to fight let alone do whatever it took to win.

But she changed. She didn't want to stay like that, she could do better, she KNEW she could. Not only did she put the work in, avoid being crowned the loser champ, gradually climbed the rankings to be middle of the pack... But she also made connections.

Ayane Yamamoto, the former empress of wrestling saw something in her and took her under her wing, she worked and got close with Angie, the second in command of the company, helped insure the survival of the loser title and in doing so earned favor, now after so long, so many obstacles, and so much blood, sweat and tears, what was a little bit more? Piper would do anything to finally finish her climb, to finally hold the gold that she felt she deserved.

If it meant Astrid had to spend the rest of her life with a hole in her face then Piper was more than willing to make that sacrifice. Thankfully it seemed as though it was working, she could feel themselves lowering which meant Astrid had dropped to one knee, and while she couldn't see with Astrid's face and a mix of their hard in her vision Piper could feel that the train was slowing down more and more.

Good. Even if Astrid didn't fully lose consciousness Piper was confident that she'd be down and out long enough for her to get to the title. At least she hoped. However all of Piper's would be hopes would soon be dashed when she felt Astrid rise up and a sudden, searing pain in Piper's hair from Astrid's hands grabbing her by the god damn roots!

"Aghhhhhh! God damn you!" Piper shrieked out, trying to look up even as she was pulled up by her hair, coincidentally, causing her arms to fall loose around Astrid's neck eliminating the choke, but it was too late. Already they were moving and through her blood soaked locks and the side of Astrid's muscular forearms Piper could see what their destination was.

"ARE YOU IN- " *BOOM*

Piper was cut off mid sentence as the two crashed into the door of the train, blowing it off its hinges with the sheer force of impact Astrid had hit it with. Piper however wouldn't be aware of this in the slightest. Having been the focal point of the impact and taking it skull first and in the state she was already in Piper was almost instantly knocked unconscious from the impact. Fresh blood now draining from the crown of Piper's skull as well from the sheer force of the crash.

The disembarkation announcement of the train being heard by positively no one as Piper merely collapsed next to Astrid afterward, laying side by side with one leg still managing to lay lazily over the taller blonde, an arm also remaining draped lazily over Astrid's chest, Piper's face laying along Astrid's own blonde tresses in a position that by anyone else could be mistaken as something a bit more... intimate rather than the aftermath of the blood soaked mayhem the two had created on the train ride here.

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Waking up in the early sunny morning in a warm bed with a sexy woman after a stormy night filled with alcohol and sex. Surely, after such an awakening, any person will have a smile on their face. Only one more sex and perhaps a delicious breakfast with fragrant coffee can make such an awakening even better. There would hardly be anyone who would not appreciate such an awakening.

Astrid's awakening was different.

As soon as consciousness began to return to her, the first thing she felt was pain in every cell of her body. Unable to control her thoughts, she first thought that she had gotten very drunk yesterday, and then she was hit by a car. It was only after a few moments that she began to remember what exactly had brought her to her current deplorable state.

Right…

Match. Title. Crazy bitch. Bite on the cheek. Leap. Doors. Darkness.

At that moment, even opening her eyes seemed like an impossible task. However, Astrid found herself thinking that she had no idea what had happened after she jumped in an attempt to ram her rival's head through the doors between the carriage and the carriage vestibule. If Piper somehow managed to avoid the collision, then surely Astrid was the only one who lost consciousness. And this in turn means that there is a possibility that when she opens her eyes, she will see Piper standing on the platform with the title belt raised above her head.

It was the last thing Astrid wanted to see, but for the same reason she had to open her eyes. If you're afraid to look at reality, then you can't call yourself a fighter, much less a warrior. Therefore, even with some effort, the Golden Dragon opened her eyes.

The bright light blinded her, even though her vision was blurry as hell even without it. She needed to blink a few times, and only then did at least some kind of picture begin to appear in her eyes. Through the pulsating haze, the Norwegian woman saw the open doors of the carriage, immediately behind which there was the platform, on both sides of which there were a lot of people. Right. Just like at the very first station, where fans saw the fighters off, there were even more fans waiting for them at the last station to greet them.

But that wasn't the most important thing. Trying to focus, the Golden Dragon fixed her gaze into the distance. And only then did she see what she wanted. About fifty meters away from the carriage was a pedestal on which lay her title belt. There was no one near it or on the way to it. And that meant only one thing. Before she lost consciousness, the descendant of the great Vikings managed to carry out her plan.

It was an incredible relief to her.

Now she could focus on other things, especially considering that the other feelings were gradually returning to her. Her hearing returned to normal and now she could hear the roar of the fans on the platform. And now, besides the pain, she began to feel other things. For example, something in the area of her chest and left leg. Slightly lowering her head, Astrid was surprised to discover that it was Piper's arm and leg. In a way, her rival was literally hugging Astrid, as if they had actually woken up together in a warm bed.

Although the fans could follow the match thanks to the numerous cameras inside the train, it was difficult to imagine their reaction when the train arrived. They probably expected that after opening the doors, either Astrid or Piper would come out of the carriage with the intention of taking the title belt. Instead, they saw two women lying in a compromising position, and only their countless bruises, wounds, and traces of blood indicated that they were not having sex, but beating the shit out of each other.

In another situation, the blonde would have allowed herself to smile, but now she had more important things to do. Well. Only one, but the most important thing. Get to the pedestal and take what rightfully belongs to her. She was about to remove Piper's arm from her chest, but as soon as she moved her own hand, a bolt of pain shot through her like lightning. Even the smallest movement was agony.

“Fucking shit...” she muttered, barely moving her lips.

She had to grit her teeth in order to somehow suppress the pain, and only then she removed Piper's hand from her chest. Not forgetting the reason that had brought her to unconsciousness, she also unwound the rope around her neck, then threw the lasso of truth aside, mentally appreciating how skillfully Piper had turned Astrid's own weapon against her.

It was only after these small preparations were completed that she began to get to her feet. But only to discover almost immediately that she can't. Her will was strong, but her wounded body literally refused to obey her. Instead of getting to her feet, the Golden Dragon fell to all fours. She still hadn't come to her senses after being so severely strangled by the contender. Her consciousness was still trying to escape from her, so she was forced to greedily take deep breaths while sweat and blood flowed down her face.

The Golden Dragon took a look forward. There were fifty meters between her and her title. And those fifty meters seemed like a marathon distance to her. How can you overcome this distance if you can't even walk normally?

Doesn't matter.

Even if she didn't have arms and legs, she would have started biting into the concrete to get to the pedestal. Fortunately, the situation wasn't that bad because she still had both arms and legs. Resisting the pain, Astrid began to crawl forward, slowly but surely approaching the title belt. At the same time, she did not give up trying to get to her feet, and although so far these attempts have been completely unsuccessful, the Golden Dragon did not give up trying to find at least some reserves in her body.

[Bare]

Darkness and silence. That's all that Piper was aware of for the time being as she lay tangled with the World Champion in the wreckage of the door that their bodies had crashed through. As she was pushed off of the bigger blonde's body however that piece of motion would be enough to finally stir the lightweight, like a spark being cast into the girl's subconscious, reminding her body of the stakes at hand.

Eyes fluttering open as she laid on the floor Piper would first be greeted by the sight of raucous crowd that had gathered to witness the end of this match, the sounds coming in muffled and far away at first... only to gradually pick up in volume and clarity, becoming all too clear what was happening and reminding Piper exactly where she was and what was happening causing her green eyes to widen in shocked realization.

'Shit! Where!? Astrid!? Did I lose!?' Piper thought to herself in a panic as she looked around, not needing to do so long before finding the larger form of Astrid only a few feet from her, but she was already moving! 'Damn it!' Piper thought knowing it was bad that the woman had a head start on her. Pushing her palms on the tiles Piper would start to drag herself across the floor, desperately trying to catch up to Astrid!

"That title... is mine!" Piper declared, throwing caution and stealth to the win, reaching out as she neared Astrid, trying to drive her hand down and dig her nails into the back of the champion's knee. The idea was't for any long term move or attack however, just to inflict pain and hopefully make Astrid pause for a moment to try and give Piper the chance to try and crawl past Astrid, desperately to reach the podium first!