Astrid Ostberg vs. Drasna Selinofoto

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Astrid had begun to crawl her way to the ropes, but when she was still reeling from the blow she'd taken, her response time was lagging behind - and that created a window Drasna was able to swoop in and take advantage of. As the Norsewoman clawed at the mats, Drasna would reach out and grab another handful of Astrid's leotard, pulling her back toward her! Astrid hissed, feeling the fabric of her gear hug tightly against her skin. She knew she was going to have to make a choice between preserving her modesty and resisting the force Drasna was putting on her, and she hated that she was actually having to take the time to consider that. Ordinarily, Astrid wouldn't have given this a second thought - she just needed to concentrate on winning the match. But Drasna had planted the thought in her head that no one believed in her athletic prowess any more; that they all just cared about her body. And that made her hesitate for just a moment about doing anything that would make her leotard ride up any further.

In any case, it wouldn't matter for long - Drasna was soon able to secure her waist, pulling Astrid up and into her embrace! The Norwegian only had a moment to gasp before she found herself free-falling backward, and then her head and shoulders met the mat with a hard thud as Drasna landed a suplex! Astrid's legs kicked in the air before the slack began to set into her body. Groaning, her arms fell limp around her, and she sank lower against the mat.