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

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She should have been prepared for this. What she knew about Emaline was more than enough to expect that this match would not be fair, especially considering that there were no rules between them today. However, the champion definitely did not expect such dastardly tricks to begin at the very beginning of the match. Still struggling with the pain both in her crotch and in her abdomen, the Golden Dragon did not even notice how Emaline swiftly approached her.

When the pink-haired woman swung her leg, Astrid quickly realized from the angle that this kick was aimed at her head. Relaxing her legs, she let her knees bend to lower her head and dodge the kick. It seemed to work, but then it became clear that her opponent had shown a truly fox-like cunning. Stopping her foot exactly above Astrid's head, she brought it down sharply, kicking the champion on the top of her head.

“Guummhhh!!!”

For a moment, a white veil covered Astrid's eyes and she dropped to one knee. Emaline was undoubtedly pleased with the vulnerable state of the champion and to demonstrate her dominance, she pressed her boot against the stomach of the descendant of the great Vikings, causing new pain sensations.

This was the first mistake of the contender.

Throwing her head up, Astrid looked at the Japanese-Italian woman with undisguised fury. Biting her lip to distract herself from all the other pain, Astrid intended to grab her opponent's foot with a death grip. Wasting no time, she was about to get to her feet, at the same time throwing Emaline's leg to the side.

In such a simple but very effective way, she wanted to force the pink-haired woman to turn her back on her. And if successful, the Golden Dragon would not disdain to immediately wrap her arms around her opponent's waist in order to lean back in a moment and send Emaline's body into the turnbuckles with the help of a German suplex!

[Kreydos]

"Such obstinance, truly you have earned the belt by your own merit." Emaline paired her cruelly rubbing her boot onto Astrid's belly with a backhanded compliment. "I must confess excite-eh?.." In the midst of the former's pretentious gloating however, she felt her foot getting tightly grasped by the latter. "Wah?.." Before Emaline knew it, Astrid tossed the Viper's leg aside, forcing her to spin about in the process. Next thing she knew, a pair of powerful arms clamped around her waist and swiftly hurled her backwards.

"Geeek!" She let out a pained squeal when she crashed back first into the turnbuckles. Although she managed to land on her feet, the way her legs turned into jelly compelled her to grab onto the ropes. She winced in clear discomfort and rubbed the small of her back as she stumbled away with the help of the ropes. Despite the very really pain she experienced, her pitiful appearing retreat was once again just a show. She pricked her ears and prepared to greet the Dragon with a vigorous albeit blind mule kick should she try her luck and advance too closely.

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Emaline more than fully deserved her alias, her every word was like poison. But as long as there is a fire burning in Astrid's soul, she will not allow this poison to overshadow her mind. Interrupting the contender's speech, the Golden Dragon sent Emaline's body into the turnbuckles using a hard suplex. And at the moment when the loud sound of a collision rolled through the arena, the audience let out an enthusiastic roar.

Still breathing heavily, Astrid didn't stay on the mat, instead quickly rolling over onto her stomach and getting up on one knee. To her surprise, the pink-haired woman coped with the consequences of the suplex quite stoutly. With painful groans, but she retained the ability to move. Emaline was able to get to her feet, but immediately after that she staggered to the side, using the ropes as a support.

“Hmm...” Astrid made a barely audible sound.

Straightening up to her full height, she walked towards the contender as if she was sure that Emaline would not be able to do anything against her further actions. However, at the same second that the Japanese-Italian woman threw her leg back and up, the Golden Dragon threw both hands down, grabbing her opponent's foot.

Due to the fact that Astrid was well known for her truly wild strength and fiery temperament, many people forgot that she also had a well-developed tactical mindset in addition to this. If the only thing she could do was go straight ahead like a ram, then she would never be able to become a champion. And the time she had spent with Emaline since the bell rang was enough for the Golden Dragon to draw some conclusions about her opponent's tactics and skills. So if the pink-haired woman had cast a glance at the descendant of the great Vikings, she would have been able to see a smile appear on Astrid's face, which did not bode well for her.

“Got you!” Astrid would say with undisguised pleasure.

Without further delay, she intended to yank Emaline's leg up, lifting it higher into the air. But only in order to then direct as much force as possible into the arms and pull this leg down. Thus, the Golden Dragon wanted to literally crush the contender's knee, smashing it against the mat at high speed with the help of a knee crusher!

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"Eh?.." Emaline breathed out fearfully when she felt something catch her leg mid-kick. "Wai-wah!.." Before she could even start pleading, Astrid raised the Viper's leg up high and crudely bashed it against the canvas. "Ack!.. Grrrk!.." She couldn't help hissing in agony through gritted teeth and clutching her knee, her face contorting and grimacing in a pitiful display. Seeing how things turned for the worst, she immediately resorted to a retreat; she rolled to the side and slipped under the ropes, landing awkwardly on her feet. She staggered her way to the barricades and hurriedly scampered away from the Dragon.

Although Emaline tried to make as much distance as possible, she was aware that such an endeavour could only end in failure and already planned a countermeasure. Should Astrid close the distance, the pinkette would turn around and raise her hands in surrender. "P-please!.. Have mercy!" Halfway through her begging, she lurched forwards and tried to clasp onto the blonde's hair. From there, Emaline screamed out a less than elegant "eat this!" and yanked Astrid's hair downwards in an attempt to slam her skull onto the barricades.

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Goosebumps ran down Astrid's back the moment Emaline's knee hit the mat. The painful groans of the pink-haired woman and the grimace of pain on her face became music to the ears and delight to the eyes of the champion. Without letting go of her opponent's ankle, the Golden Dragon intended to repeat the same trick, and then maybe a few more times to literally destroy the challenger's kneecap. But the Emerald Viper had other plans, with a sharp movement she freed her foot from the grip of the Norwegian woman, and then hurriedly left the ring.

“You're not going away!" Astrid growled.

Even if she hesitated for a second, she quickly lay down on the mat and rolled under the bottom rope. Limping because of her knee, Emaline tried to create a distance between them, but when she reached the barricades, there was nowhere else to retreat. When the contender begged, asking the Golden Dragon to stop, the descendant of the great Vikings did not believe a single word, her fists were clenched and she was ready for anything.

For anything, except that Emaline, like a rabid cat, would clutch at her hair.

“KIIAA!” Screamed the blonde, who sincerely hated when an opponent grabs her hair during a match.

But the worst was yet to come. The brief moment when the pain at the roots of her hair stunned her was enough for Emaline to pull Astrid's head down, causing her forehead to collide with the metal barricade. The champion's legs gave way and she began to sink to the concrete floor, only her instincts prompted her to grab the top edge of the barricade in order to maintain a more or less vertical position on one knee.

“Gggghhhh...” she groaned painfully, trying to cope with her dizziness. “Bitch...”

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Much to Emaline's glee, her desperate ploy paid off and now she had her opponent practically kneeling before her. Her lips once again curled into an insidious smirk as she spun about and swung her leg, seamlessly executing a spinning heel kick that would not only strike Astrid's temple but also smash her head against the barricades. And while she found herself reeling from such a brutal blow, the Viper daintily sauntered around the Dragon to place her in-between the barricades and Emaline.

Without further fanfare, she unleashed her repertoire of piston-action kicks; thrust kicks, back kicks, even superkicks, a variety of manoeuvres intended to plant her boot onto Astrid's midsection and slam her body against the barricades. Such was the speed and fluidity of heel's movements that she appeared almost supernatural to the naked eye. Each kick flowed seamlessly into the other, a ceaseless onslaught that left little if any openings. Moreover, she put her all into every single kick, her thighs tensing and slick with sweat as she exerted all the power her legs could possible muster.

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The collision of her forehead with the metal clearly did not benefit her health. And if at first it seemed that Astrid was able to cope with this because she was able to maintain an upright position, then after a heel kick many changed their minds. Emaline's heel crashed into the blonde's temple, which in itself was damn tough, but after that the champion's head crashed into the metal barricade with a terrible sound.

“Guuummhhh!!”

An annoying squeak appeared in the Golden Dragon's ears like after a grenade explosion. She knew well what that meant, she was severely stunned. She did not even notice that a thin stream of blood began to run down her cheek, because after Emaline's kick a small wound opened on her temple. Astrid's vision was blurry, and her vestibular apparatus was impaired. It was only when Emaline was in front of her that a very simple thought sounded in a corner of her mind. The worst was yet to come.

Emaline mercilessly brought down a real hail of kicks on Astrid. Perhaps this woman could compete in skill with Charlotte, the best Astrid knew when it came to kicks. The champion tried to cover her torso with her hands, but she just couldn't protect herself from it, after a few seconds she sank down on her butt, pressing her back against the barricade.

“Ghh!! Grrhh!!! Grrrmmmm!!”

With another kick, the barricade collapsed to the floor and Astrid fell with it. Lying face up, her upper body was on the barricade, while her lower body remained on the concrete floor. The entire middle section of the champion's body was covered with bruises, while Astrid herself, with pain on her face, greedily gulped air, trying to cope with her current condition.

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When the last of Emaline's kicks rendered Astrid a limp heap, the Viper left her leg suspended in the air for a bit of stylistic flair. With lethargic grace, she retracted her leg and stood up at her full height. She felt exhaustion settle into her bones after such an intense work-out but her poise and conditioning ensured she revealed none of it; she only breathed steadily through her nose and avoided heaving her chest too much, all with that smug slight smile plastered on her face. Slowly, sensually, she combed back her hair using both hands, ending with a dramatic hair flick that threw any errant strands behind her shoulders.

Hair Flick Reference

"~Ohohoho, my~" She giggled haughtily, placed her hands behind her back, and stomped on the Dragon's belly, rubbing the sole all over her bruises. "You have my genuine gratitude." Like always, Emaline spoke in a sincere and polite manner, with no speck of deceit or malice to be found in her voice. "I so very rarely find the opportunity to exert myself like that, your obstinance and endurance makes you—for lack of a better term—an exceptional ragdoll." She giggled again as she reached for the Astrid's ankles and ignominiously dragged her away from the barricades.

The pinkette left her opponent laying before the ring apron before she slid back into the ring. She squatted and performed a standing leap that saw her perched atop the top ropes. From there, she crossed her arms and tightroped across the ropes until she stood across from the blonde. Emaline didn't even bother to jump; she simply walked forwards and let gravity send her plummeting onto Astrid's sternum for a devastating double foot stomp.

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While Astrid was suffering, lying on the metal barricade, it was time for Emaline to show off. She pointedly pushed her pink hair back, and then took a step towards Astrid. More precisely, she took a step on Astrid. The Japanese-Italian woman put her foot on the blonde's bare stomach, intensifying the already painful sensations.

But all this pain was nothing compared to the pain that the champion felt in her heart. Emaline's words infuriated her, but at that moment she was so weak that she simply couldn't do anything about it. That was the cruelest joke. She wanted to shove those words back down the contender's throat and make her choke, but she couldn't.

Grabbing the Golden Dragon by the ankles, Emaline dragged her to the ring. The Norwegian woman hissed painfully because the friction on the concrete floor was clearly not pleasant for her skin. But at least she was gradually coming to her senses. As a fighter, she was used to pain to some extent, so her main problem was dizziness after her head collided with the barricade. And now this dizziness has gradually begun to dissipate.

“Why... is it so noisy?” Astrid asked herself mentally, noticing that the audience had become much louder.

Suddenly, an answer came to her. While she was lying on the floor trying to recover, Emaline wasted no time, but instead climbed onto the top ropes. The moment she stepped forward, Astrid's eyes widened and then both of the contender's feet crashed into the blonde's chest.

“AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!” She cried out in pain.

Wrapping her arms around her chest, the Golden Dragon turned on her left side, coughing loudly. Because of such strong painful sensations, she even stamped her foot on the floor several times. Every time she tried to take a breath, it was as if flames were burning her lungs. The sad consequences of the mistakes made.

[Kreydos]

Upon stomping on Astrid's chest, Emaline gingerly hopped off the champion's body and smilingly looked down on her. The challenger very much enjoyed silently watching Astrid writhe and wallow in agony and self-pity, though Emaline remained wary not to give too much breathing room. "That woeful cry of yours when I introduced your sternum to my boots was quite the exquisite tune." She commented nonchalantly before she punted Astrid's ribs, forcefully flipping her onto her front.

"I kindly request to hear more of your beautiful voice." The Viper continued as she squatted down behind the dragon and mounted her back. Emaline's entangled her legs with Astrid's legs and restrained them while simultaneously grabbing her right arm and twisting it behind her back for a chickenwing. Moreover, the pinkette brought her face close to the blonde and affectionately leaned onto her head, like how one would lean onto a partner or a lover.