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

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When Astrid tried to get to her feet, she received unexpected help in the person of Isabella. The German-Swedish woman grabbed the champion by the hair and pulled her up. Although Astrid grabbed her opponent's wrist, she was still forced to obey and get to her feet.

Once upright, she even tried to push the other blonde away, but due to the fact that she was still in a dazed state, she couldn't act fast enough. Isabella in her turn had enough time to swing her right arm and slam her forearm into Astrid's face.

"Guuh!"

This blow caused the Golden Dragon's eyes to fog up again, and the headache seemed to disable her ability to think straight. Isabella made literally perfect preparations, depriving the descendant of the great Vikings to defend herself. In the next second, to the delight of the crowd, Isabella put the champion on her shoulders in the fireman's carry position.

Astrid tried to force herself to hit her opponent in the head, but unfortunately she couldn't do it, she was too stunned at that moment. So that nothing stopped the German-Swedish woman from using the massive poker table nearby to enhance her signature movement.

"GAAAAHHHH!" Astrid screamed as her body passed through the wood.

Splinters from the massive table, poker cards and casino chips flew in all directions, while Astrid herself found herself lying among the debris of the table right under her opponent. The champion's eyes were closed, there was agony on her face, and her ample breasts was heaving up and down. This hardcore move from her opponent certainly dampened the Golden Dragon's ardor.

[Devastated]

There was no mercy in the way Isabella fought, especially against a foe like Astrid. She had no qualms about laying it into the Dragon. After all, what knight would turn down the chance to slay a dragon in front of a sold out crowd. She started out by blasting Astrid in the head with that missile dropkick...and true to it's name she came in like a missile and knocked the senses of the fellow blonde for a loop.

Her chances of taking charge only increased now...Isabella was feeling it, the rush of control. The chance to be the dominant one again, she had to admit that she loved that sensation and it only felt better the stronger her foe was. At this point, it was even pushing her to take such a risk to show off with a powerful move against this bigger foe of hers.

Isabella pulled Astrid up onto her shoulders, her eyes had already locked onto the poker table. Astrid had been so kind as to drive her through one of the guests tables. So it seemed only fitting in Isabella's mind that she would one up this powerful blonde. Truth be told, she might have had a difficult time to close that meter of distance to the table, if she hadn't developed such strong legs. She marched her way to the poker table and the players quickly scrambled once they realized what was up. Isabella then threw Astrid up and drove her down with that mighty finisher of hers. Balmung...the sword which Siegfried had used to slay the dragon Fafnir in the Nibelungenlied! A most fitting way to bring the Golden Dragon down in The Tyrant's eyes.

The table had cracked in half, splinters had flown up and chips had spread out all over the floor. Isabella had her chance now, a mighty move like that through the poker table should have taken some of the fight out of her opponent. The smaller of the blondes pushed forward, taking a firm seat on Astrid's voluptuous chest, straddling her shoulders and chest area, as she leaned forward to grab a hold of one of Astrid's legs, hooking it and leaning backwards to secure a leg-hook reverse straddle pin!

The referee had been scrambling after the two of them to the best of their ability, and dove down to go for the pin count.

"ONE!...."

Unlike Astrid though, she had no intention of letting up after the two count, Isabella's goal right now was to one up the Golden Dragon a little.

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As sad as it is to admit, in a way Isabella has managed to outplay Astrid at her own game. Astrid's German suplex using the restaurant table certainly looked impressive, not to mention the amount of damage that this movement brought with it. But…

Isabella's finisher move across the poker table was much more impressive. In addition, don't forget about the preparations that the German-Swedish woman had done before. By first smashing that beer bottle over Astrid's head, and then adding that damn explosive dropkick to it, Isabella certainly got the advantage she wanted so much.

When the champion's body passed through the poker table, the audience gathered in the underground casino roared like a herd of wild animals. Watching the match closely, it was not difficult for them to understand that in fact Astrid had received many times more damage than her opponent and now the scales were significantly tilted towards the Tyrant.

Surely Isabella herself understood this too, and that's why she decided to earn some extra points. Provocatively sitting on Astrid's ample breasts, the other blonde hooked the champion's leg. This view caused the audience around to whistle loudly, they clearly liked what they saw. The referee, in her turn, didn't hesitate and after a moment she lay down next to the fighters.

“ONE!” Astrid heard through the wild pain in her head.

The Norwegian woman forced herself to open her eyes slightly, but at that moment she was so dizzy that even the dim light of the casino hall made her feel nausea. She might have outstanding damage resistance, but Isabella had dealt her a truly colossal amount of damage in too short a time.

“TWO!” Echoed through the casino.

Astrid gritted her teeth and forced herself to take a deep breath. To some extent it helped her to start feeling her body again. However, there was one problem. As sad as it was to admit, she was still too weak. She desperately needed a few more seconds of rest. And that in turn meant…

“THREE!!”

If it had been a standard match, it would have been the end for the champion. The very thought of it was like a knife in the heart. She made the mistake of giving her opponent too much freedom. And she paid for it not even with two, but with three points at once. She won't make that mistake again. When the referee raised her hand for the fourth time and prepared to slap the floor, the Golden Dragon took a deep breath and held her breath.

“FO!!...”

However, before the referee could touch the floor with her palm, the Golden Dragon forcefully straightened her hooked leg, at the same time turning sharply to the side in order not only to break the pin, but also to throw off Isabella. She jerked so hard that she involuntarily rolled over onto her stomach. Breathing heavily, she forced herself to tense her arms and legs, thereby rising to all fours.

The referee rose to her feet, at the same time sticking out three fingers, thereby showing that the pin was interrupted before the fourth count. Astrid turned her head to the side and, trying to focus her eyes, looked at the big screen.

Isabella Brandt - 5 Astrid Arvidsson - 2

“Ggggrrrrr!!!..." The blonde growled angrily through gritted teeth, clearly unhappy with the situation she had allowed to happen.

[Devastated]

Isabella had a soft panting breath as she took her seat on top of her rival, pinning her down as she sat upon Astrid's chest with that leg of the bigger blonde firmly hooked up. A provocative but secure pin, as she didn't want Astrid to kick out too soon from this hold...hell, she even felt good enough about the way she had nailed the Golden Dragon with her finisher that she had some level of confidence she could pick up more than just a couple points off of this.

The finisher had been such a commotion from the crowd that Isabella couldn't even hear any of the groans or grunts from her foe. She barely even heard the referee drop down next to them, but when that first count hit the sound of the crowd died down a little. They too seemed as eager to hear how far this count would go as Isabella did. They even joined in on the count after the first one had hit.

She tightened her hold on Astrid's leg, as the count rose to a two...she had now evened their score. Yet, Isabella had no intention of stopping there. She wanted this moment to cement herself into a firm lead. When the third count came, many of the crowd went wild. They would cheer and call out loudly, though in this match it meant very little...the fact remained, that for what a three count normally meant this was a big deal.

The Tyrant perhaps should have released Astrid here, let the golden dragon up or go on the offensive. However, part of her wondered how far she could take this pin, how many more points could she get. She leaned back slightly more to try to secure the pin just an extra little bit...as the referee moved their hand down for that fourth count...which ended up not coming!

Before they could slap their hand down firmly on the floor, Astrid's body jolted with life. That hooked leg was pulled roughly out of Isabella's arms and she was shove off, thrown to the side as she rolled with the throw up onto her knees a couple feet away from the fellow blonde. The referee signaled that Isabella had earned herself three points and that she was now in the lead.

The blonde would rise, her eyes shifted to the screen to see the scoreboard before it went back to Astrid who was on all fours. Marching towards her rival, Isabella would attempt to move in behind her. Isabella sought to grab at Astrid's arm and guide it so her other hand could come in and snatch that wrist, then the initial arm would attempt to snake in under the armpit of the golden dragon and attempt to clasp that hand of hers against the back of Astrid's neck. Pulling back on Astrid's arm with her own, as she attempted to wrap the taller blonde's own arm around her own neck and head. The Tyrant sought to trap the Golden Dragon in a tight Cobra Clutch submission hold, and in the process try to pull Astrid up to her feet. Pressing her generous chest against the strong back of Astrid's, as she aimed to get her foe locked into a tight submission hold...!

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While the audience rejoiced at the rapid success of her rival, Astrid was busy trying to recover as quickly as possible. Of course, her tanks were still full, but she couldn't deny the fact that her body had taken too much damage. She was still feeling the effects of the contender's series of attacks, which prevented her from both moving and thinking normally.

Realizing that trying to get to her feet right away would be another mistake on her part, she decided to stay on all fours and take a few extra deep breaths. Besides... she had a plan. Yes, she hardly looked like a genius planner because she was mostly guided by instincts, but if she hadn't been able to learn from her mistakes and the successes of her rivals, she would never have become the first openweight champion.

Astrid's eyesight was still not in order, but even without that she was able to hear Isabella begin to approach her. The descendant of the great Vikings, still on all fours, bent all ten fingers. She had to start breathing more slowly in order to focus not on her loud breathing, but on the approaching footsteps of the German-Swedish woman.

Closer. Closer.

And finally Isabella was right behind the Golden Dragon.

“Now...” the champion told herself mentally, instinctively feeling that Isabella was reaching out to her.

Even before the contender's hands touched her, Astrid abruptly turned to face the other blonde. Lavender eyes glittered ominously and then she threw both hands forward, straightening out her fingers at the same time. Unfortunately, there were completely sober people sitting at the poker table that Isabella had recently used, and therefore none of them had a bottle of beer or something like that. However, after Isabella's imressive move, the entire floor was littered with poker chips and small wooden splinters.

That's exactly what Astrid threw at her opponent right in the face, hoping not only to interrupt her attack, but also to deprive her of her sight. Usually the Golden Dragon very clearly separated hardcore from just mean moves, but this time she decided that giving Isabella a taste of her own medicine was more than a justified decision.

Realizing that even this was unlikely to delay her opponent for long, the champion pushed herself off the floor with both hands with a furious roar, literally jumping to her feet and taking a step towards her opponent.

The dragon-slaying knight.

What a beautiful story.

The only problem with all such fearless knights is that they often forget about how dangerous an angry dragon can be.

“GRAAA!!!”

Throwing up her right leg, bent at the knee, Astrid intended to straighten this leg with wild power in order to send a hard front kick in the beautiful blonde's lower part of her stomach, right under the navel. In this way she wanted to knock out Isabella's breath and make her bend in half.

And if it really worked, then the German-Swedish woman would be in exactly the position Astrid wanted her to be. As if charged with rage, the descendant of the great Vikings would have tightly wrapped her left arm around Isabella's neck, thereby closing the contender in a classic front facelock hold. Keeping her grip strong, Astrid intended to reach down and grab the hem of her rival's bunny costume.

Ignoring her own pain, Astrid intended to strain her entire body in order to stand up to her full height and lift Isabella upside down into the air. It might seem like the perfect time for a suplex, but no. Puffing and snuffing, Astrid intended to let the blood rush to her rival's head. Besides, Isabella's red face would surely have been liked by the audience.

One second. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Okay, it's time.

Exhaling loudly like a real dragon, Astrid intended to lean back and throw Isabella's body directly onto the poker chips and the remnants of the poker table with the help of a delayed vertical suplex! If both of them were going to play hardball, then the Golden Dragon saw no problem letting Isabella feel in all her glory that the champion was also ready to make the most brutal moves in this match!