Astrid Arvidsson (c) vs Isabella Brandt — Blackjack Match for the LAW World Openweight Title

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Passion was still burning brightly in Astrid's soul towards Isabella, but during the match the champion was always focused on only one thing, namely victory. Therefore, no matter how much she liked this cheeky blonde, the Golden Dragon intended to make sure that today Isabella would leave this casino in defeat.

Building up the pressure on her rival, the descendant of the great Vikings kicked Isabella in the stomach. Although the other blonde's body was certainly muscular, she had almost no chance of withstanding the wild might of the champion. The result of the hard kick was that Isabella doubled over with a painful wheeze, giving Astrid carte blanche for further action.

Without changing her plan, Astrid grabbed the contender's head, and then with a sharp movement sent Isabella into a short flight, which ended with the German-Swedish woman's butt landing hard on the mat. Isabella was exactly in the position Astrid wanted her to be.

The Golden Dragon couldn't help but smile the moment she rushed forward. The champion intended to run past her opponent in order to get to the far ropes as quickly as possible. At the last step, the blonde was going to turn around abruptly in order to fall back on the ropes and thereby bounce off them.

Taking extra speed, Astrid headed straight to Isabella in order to then abruptly put her right knee forward and ram the contender's face with a running knee strike! Considering the speed at which the Golden Dragon was moving, she was sure that after such an impact, she would surely be able to take a point or two and thus open the score in the match.

[Devastated]

Landing squarely on her tailbone, as the impact reverberated all the way up her spine, through her ribs and neck and set a half-ways sickening feeling coursing through her head following the snapmare. Isabella had fought bigger wrestlers before, and stronger wrestlers. Though so far Astrid was really making her case for being at the very top of that list...she hissed from the pain. Shaking her head slightly to try and shake off the feeling.

The piercing red eyes of Isabella caught a glimpse of Astrid taking to running at the ropes! She saw her bounce back....part of her wondered if she should roll out of the way. Should she retreat from this physically imposing woman? She could probably drop and roll out of the way, escape the ring and catch a breather. That was the safe and smart option, to reset. Isabella though...she had no desire for it.

Clicking her tongue, she would wait..as Astrid rushed towards her with that extra speed added to her thanks to her rebounding off the ropes. Isabella slightly shifted, her legs getting into position...at the final moment she would try to tilt, lean and just slightly roll out of the way of the knee! Making it just barely miss her! Then with a fluid motion she slipped in behind Astrid as she sought to grab the other leg and yank backwards on Astrid as she tried to throw her onto her back and go for a roll up pin! Folding Astrid in half and draping her weight over those legs in the process for a pin attempt!

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The start of the match was very promising, at least for Astrid. The champion was able to take the first step on the path to leadership and she was not going to jump off this wave. Acting prudently and confidently, she intended to take full control of the match with her next move.

As she bounced off the ropes, she became even more confident in her plan as Isabella still remained in place. Perhaps this was what should have given rise to some grain of doubt in the heart of the Golden Dragon, but at that moment she was too caught up in the match to think about it.

Approaching the other blonde, the champion threw her right leg up, aiming her knee at Isabella's face. It might have seemed that nothing could save the contender, but literally a split second before the hard collision, she leaned to the side, thereby avoiding contact with Astrid's knee.

“Wa???...” Involuntarily escaped from the lips of the descendant of the great Vikings.

The reason for Astrid's surprise was not that Isabella managed to dodge her attack, but the fact that immediately after that, the Golden Dragon felt as if her legs were wrapped in vines. Before she could react in any way, she was on the mat, folded in half, while Isabella pressed her weight against her legs. Even before the champion blinked, the referee quickly lay down next to them and began rapidly slapping the mat.

“ONE! TWO!!”

From the realization of what had happened, Astrid's heart began to beat at breakneck speed. Adrenaline coursed through her veins so fast that she felt dizzy. The champion jerked her whole body violently, breaking the pin and throwing Isabella aside. As soon as the Norwegian woman took a more or less vertical position, she looked at the screen on which the current score was displayed.

Isabella Brandt - 2 Astrid Arviddson - 0

“Smart bitch...” Astrid muttered, half annoyed, half admiring her rival's resourcefulness.

[Devastated]

Many others might have flinched as the terrifying beauty that was Astrid Arvidsson came charging at them, with the intention of taking your head off no less. Some might have grown cowardly and ducked or dodged out of the way earlier. However, Isabella was a knight. The Tyrant had nerves of steel, especially when facing down a dragon! She waited, her muscles coiling with anticipation as she knew that this was a split second decision action that could backfire massively. If she was too slow then she would have her bell rung, and if she was too fast then she probably would have a harder time to get one over on Astrid. The risk and reward of this was not being weighed though, it was a decision that Isabella had already made.

As Astrid closed in, Isabella ducked to the side and entangled herself with her foe! The quick roll up worked like a charm as she ended up on top of Astrid and pinned her to the mat! The referee counted and before the golden dragon could buck her off, Isabella had earned herself a two count! Thrown aside by Astrid, Isabella rose up to one knee, a slight smirk on her face as she released a huff of air. She placed one hand on her knee and the other she raised to show two fingers. Then...forcing herself up, Isabella decided to waste no time at all!

When Astrid's eyes glanced at the screen, Isabella would charge! Not giving any leeway to the Golden Dragon! She came running in at full speed as she then sought to deliver a low dropkick! Aimed square at Astrid's right knee. Trying to cut her down at the base as it were!

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Astrid was certainly impressed by what happened. Although she initially knew that this match would not be easy, she had no idea that her opponent had nerves of steel. Turning the situation in her favor, Isabella earned the first points and thus gained the lead in the match.

Well, it seems the champion had better be on her guard.

As soon as the blonde thought about it, she heard rushing footsteps. And before she could even turn her head to the side, she already guessed what it was. Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Isabella launched an attack, and by the time Astrid had barely regained her upright position, she was already in the air.

The Golden Dragon tried to push off the mat, but it was already too late. With the help of a low dropkick, the contender rammed Astrid's knee, thereby knocking the ground out from under her feet.

“GAAAAHH!!!” The descendant of the great Vikings screamed.

It hurt like hell. Astrid collapsed face down, which in itself was very unpleasant. But after a moment it became obvious that this fall was not the worst for her. Lying partly on her stomach and partly on her side, the Golden Dragon clutched her damaged knee. Her teeth were clenched, but even so she could be heard making painful groans due to the agony in her knee.

[Devastated]

There was nothing more encapsulating of knightly stories and artworks as that of a brave armoured warrior charging in at a snarling beastly dragon! The epitome of chivalric iconography, the heroism it took to face such a frightening creature had captured the hearts of many a young souls, it had brought inspirations of bravery, of courage and determination. That was what Isabella was attempting to retell here and now with her wrestling, she would claim the dragon's hoard or die trying!

Starting with she would clip those wings! She rushed in and dove in with that low drop kick, cutting out the mobility for the Golden Dragon was the first act she had to take. She sent her fellow blonde foe crashing to the canvas in an unpleasant way as the bunny dressed knight jumped back up to her feet, spry and with energy the speedy Italian bounced once on her feet!

She wasn't about to slow down now that she had Astrid down, in fact she chose to enact a bit of cruelty on her draconic opponent! As the Tyrant wanted to show some of her mean streak. Stepping in she tried to grab at that hurting leg of Astrid's, aiming to jerk it away from the grip of the Golden Dragon's own arms and stretch it out, where she would then try to swing herself down and drive her elbow down for a standing elbow drop right onto the joints of her knee!

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There was hardly a single naive person in this underground casino who would try to deny that Astrid was not doing very well. First, she let her opponent open the score in their match, and right now she is lying on the mat with a wild pain in her knee.

However, no matter how bad things are, never say that it can't be worse. Because it can. It always can. After the fall, the champion was still dizzy, so she did not manage to orient herself in time, which gave Isabella a great opportunity to grab Astrid's already injured leg.

“What are y?...”

However, she realized what the other blonde was up to even before she finished. The Golden Dragon's eyes widened at the same moment that Isabella directed her elbow downwards. A second later, such pain passed through Astrid's knee joint that the descendant of the great Vikings let out a truly heart-rending scream.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

The champion's agonized scream made the visitors of the underground casino wince, while Astrid's eyes involuntarily filled with tears. Continuing to make short painful groans, she clutched her knee again. It seems that this match will be even tougher than she expected.

[Devastated]

There was a reason why Isabella was known as the Tyrant. She was often quite ruthless in the ring, willing to do whatever it took without breaking the rules to tear her opponent down. It had earned her a somewhat mixed but still more positive than negative reception with the crowd. The cutthroat style which would take advantage of whatever weakness she spotted and work over whatever weak-spot she found was simply her way of combat.

It was the champion who was now on the opposite end of the merciless style of the Tyrant. Isabella hammered her elbow into that knee, having found a solid target to make use off. Isabella would watch as Astrid clutched her knee, a cocky smirk on the face of the Italian-German beauty betrayed her joy at the sight. Perhaps there was a hint of sadism living within Isabella's soul.

"Let me add to your anguish, oh fearsome dragon." Isabella spoke in a confident tone as she aimed to grab at Astrid's leg again, attempting to jerk it free from the bigger blonde's clutches as she would try to tuck the ankle of Astrid in under her armpit and then try to wrap her legs around Astrid's thigh, her goal was to hyper-extend that knee and go for a cruel kneebar submission hold!