WFPW MATCH: Astrid Ostberg vs. Lydia Donelle

[Bare]

Lydia was like a predator that had eyes on its prey. A dangerous prey mind you, but prey nonetheless, and Lydia was ready to strike. Astrid was already proving why she was a championship level fighter, her awareness to not only notice but also catch Lydia's sucker punch was impressive, but Lydia was no one trick pony and came prepared accordingly. Now she had Astrid down and reeling from a head but and the older woman was eager to make the absolute most of that situation as she dashed forward, intending to knock Astrid right back down with a clothesline to hopefully cement her advantage in the match going forward.

Unfortunately Astrid proved once again why defeating her would no easy task. Just as Lydia got within striking distance of the blonde she would disappear from Lydia's line of sight, making her eyes widen in shock before her waist was grabbed and immediately all of her danger senses went off, but there was nothing she could do! "Gahhh!" Yelling in pain as her shoulders and back hit the canvas Lydia would instinctively buck her hips to use her falling body weight to break free of Astrid's grip and fall onto the math. It wasn't much, but she needed to at least insure Astrid couldn't bridge for a pin or roll over into another suplex, but to say the move had done a decent bit of damage would not be a understatement.

[CaptainL]

Lydia was coming in quick. In just moments, she would be within range to land a hard-hitting blow right across the Norsewoman's chest - but Astrid wasn't going to let her get that far! She knew she would have to think fast, but she was ready to turn the veteran's own momentum against her, as she ducked down to get out of the way of the incoming clothesline before she threw her arms around her and hurled her overhead! With just seconds to spare, Astrid had managed to counter Lydia's advances, and as she took her down with the sound of a thud, the crowd burst out into cheers!

But even before the move had fully landed, Lydia was out to prove she wouldn't go down without a fight. She kicked out with her legs, and Astrid fell forward, dropping to her knees. The canvas shook not only from Lydia's impact with the mat, but from Astrid's as she came down seconds later. Lydia had been a wrestler for some time, and she knew her way around the ring. She knew the ins and outs of many a situation she could expect to find herself in - and she already knew that she didn't want to give Astrid the chance to claim any dominant position on her. She was out to nip that in the bud before it even started!

The Norsewoman panted a few times to catch her breath, shaking herself out and brushing some hair away from her eyes. She looked back over her shoulder, and when her eyes settled on Lydia, her teeth clenched, her body growing tense. She was definitely going to keep her on her toes, and she would need to do everything she could to keep herself from falling into a vulnerable position. Now she was out to deny Lydia a chance to follow up as soon as she could - as her eyes narrowed into a glare, she pushed off the mat and threw her feet out behind her, trying to hit Lydia with a mule kick to keep her stunned while she got to her feet!

[Bare]

Taking a German suplex was never a good thing, but especially at Lydia's age. But a German suplex from someone like Astrid? Significantly worse. 'Damn brat.' Lydia thought to herself after rolling away from Astrid following the suplex. Intent on not letting the move lead to her being pinned or pulled into another suplex. Despite the current positioning though Lydia found the match to be going about as expected. Astrid had a bit of knowledge on Lydia's tricks, and Lydia knew a fair bit about how Astrid competed. If left the two in a rather even front where the one to take the lead would come down to a slim margin.

Rolling over Lydia would gasp softly as she looked up, knowing that Astrid would waste no time in wanting to press the offense. Sure enough just as Lydia had expected Astrid was quick to lash out even before the two could get back up with a mule kick! Luckily Lydia was into a kneeling position already and had been watching her opponent... So even as the kick came in Lydia was able to react fast enough to reach up and catch Astrid's legs by the ankles! "Hmph. Nice try." Lydia purred out as she looked to get up and pull Astrid by the legs towards the center of the ring.

If she was successful in doing this than Lydia would turn and step over Astrid's body before dropping her weight down on the blonde's back. Then if uninterrupted Lydia would tuck Astrid's legs under her arms and pull back, trying to lock the norsewoman in a boston crab! "Its probably been a while since you've been in one of these huh?" Lydia would ask mockingly while leaning back if successful in locking the submission in.

[CaptainL]

The German suplex was a favorite of Astrid's. It was a mainstay of any power wrestler, but she - and the rest of her family - had trained it to a science, and she knew exactly how to make sure it landed with incredible force. So when Lydia was able to so quickly counter it, that too was an impressive accomplishment! Even Astrid herself had been surprised, letting out a gasp as the veteran kicked her away to make her land on her face. But just as quickly, she shook that surprise out of her head. It wouldn't do her any good to sit there in shock and wonder how things had ended up this way - not when Lydia was still on the loose, and not when she was more than capable of putting the Norsewoman in a bad position the moment she saw any signs of weakness in her. It was all the more important that Astrid stay on the move, and to be ready to defend herself for anything that might come her way. When she pushed herself back up, throwing a mule kick back at Lydia, it was one part her attempt to defend herself - and one part a show of defiance, to prove she wouldn't let Lydia hold this one over her. No matter what happened, she couldn't let Lydia take the pleasure of knowing she had kept her down and left her humbled.

Unfortunately for Astrid, that would backfire! In striking out at Lydia, she had just given the veteran something to counter - and before her feet could hit their mark, Astrid found them halted in place! She barely had a moment to gasp in shock before Lydia dragged her back to the center of the ring, causing the Norwegian to collapse face-first into the canvas as her balance was swept out from under her. She clawed at the mat, doing her best to fight back against her opponent's attempts to control her motion, but it was no use. Soon, she was in the center of the ring - and with Lydia cranking back at her into a Boston crab, she soon felt her spine buckling inward, as her legs were folded over her back!

Astrid threw her head back. Her face was contorted in pain, and her screams split the air. Almost immediately, she shuddered with regret - she knew full well that Lydia was going to enjoy the knowledge she had made her scream. Still, she couldn't stop now. She couldn't let her get away with that satisfaction for long! Her eyelid twitching and her teeth clenched, Astrid turned her head enough to lock a glare back at Lydia out of the corner of her eye. Then, she once again tried to force her weight forward, in a desperate attempt to crawl at least a little closer to the ropes. Her hand reached out in front of her, grabbing for anything she could hold onto. Every inch she moved sent another ache down her back, and she whined and gasped, shuddering against the pain. But she couldn't stop now. She had to resist - her own dignity depended on it.

[Bare]

Despite Astrid being of a high enough skill level to see through some of Lydia's deceptions the snake wasn't so easily overwhelmed. Besides while it may have been more narrow compared to other matches, Lydia still held an experience advantage of Astrid. One that was now coming into play in a big way as the woman turned the blonde over onto her stomach and pulled back into a tight and painful boston crab hold! One that actually drew a scream of pain from her opponent. Something that made Lydia smile in devilish delight as she continued to pull back and bend the blonde, even as the woman hushed herself up a bit. But that one quick scream was all Lydia needed to work with.

Looking over her shoulder to meet the glare from Astrid only made things feel even more perfect for her needs as the woman chuckled, even as the caught Norwegian began dragging herself towards the ropes. But that was just fine with her. "My oh my Astrid. This isn't exactly a normal occurance for you anymore now is it?" Lydia asked smugly over her shoulder, waiting a moment to see if Astrid offered a response before continuing. "Caught and helpless in pain, showed off in quite the compromising position... in fact.." Lydia said as if she had gotten a brilliant idea before dropping one of Astrid's legs and then leaning further back, bending until Astrid's foot nearly touched the back of her head as Lydia stretched the blonde to her limits in a single leg boston crab!

[CaptainL]

Even at her age, Lydia was more than capable of demonstrating why she had attained the reputation she did. She was still a force to be reckoned with, and, as she leaned back further to apply even more pressure against Astrid's spine, steadily folding the Norwegian in half, Astrid could feel every bit of force bearing down on her - her body trembled with each spark of pain that shot down her spine, and her teeth were clenched in a grimace, her face contorted into a scowl and her fingers buried into the mat as she tensed every muscle to try and keep herself from screaming. But it wasn't the pain that was the worst part. It hurt, yes - but Astrid was convinced that the pain wasn't the only thing Lydia was concerned with. No, this was also, in its own way, a taunt. She had Astrid at her mercy, only able to writhe and moan beneath her, and to a hold that most wrestlers should have been able to overcome by the peak of their careers. It was her own way of claiming dominance over the Norsewoman, and of throwing shame on her entire career. And from the malice in her voice, Astrid could tell she was loving every second of it.

In defiance, Astrid tried to shake her head, but her whole body rocked from side to side every time she threw her weight over - which would only cause her spine to bend even further, leaving her sinking back into the canvas with a shudder as the pain in her back was reawakened. And when Lydia released one leg, only to tighten the pressure on the other even harder, Astrid could barely withstand it! She couldn't help it any more - she threw back her head, letting out a scream that caused many in the crowd to shudder. This shouldn't have been happening. Astrid should have been better than this - she'd dealt with worse, the match had only begun, and she was determined to prove herself in front of a new crowd! But Lydia wasn't going to budge!

But then, that would only give Astrid the extra push. She grit her teeth, and her body firmed up with a sense of purpose. She couldn't let Lydia get away with this - she wanted her to answer to her reprehensible ways. If she was going to try and humble Astrid, then Astrid couldn't give her what she was after - she would have to keep fighting, just to prevent Lydia from claiming her pride! She would have to fight her way through the pain, and that would be no easy task; even the thought of pushing herself back up an inch when Lydia was exerting such pressure on her spine was a daunting one. But she couldn't let her win. And if Lydia had let go of one leg, than Astrid had that one leg to work with. She would have to use that to her advantage!

As she hissed through her clenched teeth, Astrid tried to roll over to one side, getting her free hip and knee beneath her. She would then try to get that knee underneath her, enough to push it up from the ground and force her way up, bridging her back and hopefully shaking her opponent in the process! She would be forcing more effort on her back, and that would surely inflict some damage of its own, but Astrid could live with that if it meant getting Lydia off of her!

[Bare]

Lydia smiled in sadistic glee as she pulled on Astrid's leg, amplifying the pain of the single legged boston crab as much as possible. So much so that even the mighty Astrid, who had done everything in her power to keep her reaction while in the submission in check, finally gave in and screamed in agony. 'Oh yes.' Astrid thought to herself as the screaming only made the woman double down in her efforts on pulling against Astrid's leg. Yes the single leg crab was painful, but it was also humiliating. Partially because of the way it exposed a wrestler, but also because of the the overall simplicity and basic nature of the hold, any wrestler worth their salt could get out of it, which is why when it was used to such extent on an experienced woman, it was all the more embarrassing for them.

Unfortunately just as the scream was vindication for Lydia, it would also no doubt serve as motivation for Astrid as well. The pain and shame of the hold no doubt making the woman want to do anything possible to escape. "Ngh... damn." Lydia growled softly to herself as she felt Astrid turn under her, using that newly freed leg of hers to push herself over, and in turn forcing Lydia to step back over. 'Gotta act now.' Lydia thought to herself, dropping Astrid's leg before the woman could launch a counter. But just because Astrid had ended the submission and gotten her freedom... didn't mean that Lydia in turn couldn't inflict one last bit of shade to Astrid. With the blonde woman under her still Lydia would take a step forward before Astrid could react, looking to place her foot on the woman's stomach and literally walk over her to the woman's side before taking a few steps further away to a safe distance, knowing Astrid would want to retaliate quickly, especially if she had managed to literally walk over her.

[CaptainL]

Without even a word on Lydia's part, Astrid already knew every bit of the veteran's intentions. Though she was only now confronting this woman in the flesh, she had witnessed enough of her matches to know how she thought - and even those few fleeting moments of company they had shared told Astrid everything she needed to know. Lydia wanted Astrid not just broken but humiliated - tearing down the prestige and power she had built for herself. The thought of forcing Astrid to submit this early, and to such a simplistic move, would have been an insult to everything Astrid had become. It would make her look helpless, as though she couldn't possibly have deserved all her victories and all her accomplishments. Lydia, no doubt, knew that Astrid had her pride - how grateful she was to all the people who had made her stellar career possible, for all the opportunities she had to prove herself, and for what she had managed to achieve. It was that pride that Lydia was specifically going after, trying to break Astrid down in the very same show that had seen her reach out to new fans across the globe - all of whom would witness her ignoble defeat as their first impressions of her, if Lydia had her way.

But Astrid wasn't going to stand by that! Just thinking of Lydia's schemes made her eyes narrow in a glare. Her brow furrowed and her teeth clenched in a snarl as she reflected on what Lydia wanted to do to her. How she was taking pleasure not just in besting her in a physical contest, but in casting shame on her entire career. It was enough to make Astrid feel sick. And that was enough to tell Astrid she couldn't let it happen! This all meant too much to her, and there was too much on the line to let herself down. No matter what, she needed to fight back with everything she had, just to prevent Lydia's goals from becoming a reality. She would sooner die before she let herself be dishonored, and she was going to fight all the harder for it!

Astrid knew it was going to hurt. In forcing herself to move, she was putting even more strain on her already sore and aching back, causing it to bow even lower beneath the weight of Lydia's body. Getting the knee beneath her would only deepen the painful angle her body had been locked into. But if failing this meant letting Lydia win, Astrid could put up with anything! Her teeth clenched tightly, and her fingers dug deep into the mat to try and stabilize herself. But at last, Astrid flipped herself over - and Lydia was forced to let go, sending Astrid tumbling aside!

Just because Astrid had gotten out of the hold didn't mean she was out of the woods, of course. She shuddered and winced, grabbing at her aching back as her eyes bubbled with tears of pain. But she clamped those eyes tight and shook her head. She didn't want to show any signs of weakness to Lydia - she knew that was exactly what she would've wanted from her. But now, every nerve in her body felt like it was crying out in pain, and she had to use all her effort to keep those tears back. When Lydia stormed closer to Astrid, the Norwegian's eyes narrowed into a piercing stare - the very thought that she was down on the mat while she stood tall above her felt shameful, like she was giving the Viper the opportunity to claim any sort of dominance over her. She knew she had to fight back in any way she could. But when Lydia walked across the fallen Norsewoman to return to her corner, that was a wound that cut even deeper into Astrid's pride.

Gasping as Lydia's boot drove the air out of her lungs, Astrid dropped to her back, sputtering and grabbing at her stomach. She would need a moment before she was ready to right herself, and she panted to try and draw enough air back into her lungs - but the mere thought that she had been left in such a state only left her shuddering. Still, she pushed herself a little further, rolling up onto her hands and knees. There, she lifted her head, shaking some sweaty and disheveled hair out of her eyes, and when her eyes narrowed in on Lydia, it was with a glare of pure hatred.

"Don't think...you've won so soon," Astrid growled. She slowly pushed herself back up to her feet. Her stance wavered and her muscles trembled; she had to clutch at her side to dull an ache that shot through her. She wasn't in any position to throw herself back into the fray just yet - for now, she would keep her distance, watching Lydia to stay on guard for any move she might make while she tried to catch her breath. There was one thing Astrid knew, though. She couldn't let Lydia win, no matter the cost!

[Bare]

Lydia would chuckle slightly after walking over Astrid's body, just knowing that the act of disrespect would be eating at the blonde's mental state while only building her frustration. Both things that would only aid Lydia the longer the match went on. Holding her hands out to her sides she would take the time Astrid was using to try and get back up to play to the crowd a bit. Naturally many were booing and jeering her, but surprisingly there was a decent amount of cheers as well. Maybe she really did have a fanbase here, or maybe India just had a inclination towards heels. Either way it was a welcome change for Lydia as she turned around to focus back on Astrid who had just gotten back to her feet, and didn't look to keen on being the one to go on the offensive. Something that made Lydia's smirk even wider.

Chuckling slightly as she began to circle Astrid the seducing serpent would overlook the battle worn woman over with a devilish glint. "I wouldn't be so sure, after all, not many can boast about so greatly humiliating you so quickly. That alone is a victory my dear." Lydia said with a pleasant smile. One that betrayed the sudden dash she made towards her opponent! "Which is why when I do beat you it'll be all the better!" Lydia said aloud, her grin turning far more malicious as she came towards Astrid, one arm up in preparation for a clothesline. Only Lydia would be looking to use it as a diversion tactic so that she could instead try and make a move to slip behind Astrid and, if successful move to try and lock the blonde woman in an abdominal stretch!

[CaptainL]

Astrid could hear the cheers for Lydia - and when she did, she glanced back up with a grimace, her eye twitching as her body went stiff. A shiver went through her spine. That alone was eating at Astrid's resolve. In Lydia, she saw the embodiment of everything she felt was wrong with professional wrestling. She had no respect for honor or integrity, and she cared nothing about wrestling as a sport - only how she could use it for self-aggrandizement. She was willing to bend the rules as much as she needed to if it would help propel herself to stardom, and if anything, she was bragging about it the whole time. And yet, there were plenty out there who thought what she did was worthy of celebration. It made Astrid's eyelid twitch as she looked at her with a grimace, and her fist clenched tighter at her side. If Lydia was to determine the future wrestling would take, that wasn't a future Astrid wanted to live in. She couldn't bear the thought of her being the one to decide what would and wouldn't fly.

And if that wasn't bad enough...what came out of Lydia's mouth next would only twist the knife in deeper, when she boasted that she had already scored a victory in eliciting such a reaction from the Norsewoman! At the very thought, Astrid's jaw dropped in a silent gasp. She knew, in the depths of her heart, that Lydia couldn't win - that she owed it to wrestling as a whole to take whatever means were necessary to keep her from reaching her goals. If Lydia had even made a single victory, that was a thought that left the hairs standing up along the back of Astrid's neck. That meant she'd failed.

Just as quickly, though, Astrid shook that thought out of her head. She couldn't dwell on that for long! This match wasn't over yet, and Astrid still had the chance to prove to Lydia that her deeds wouldn't be tolerated - that Astrid would still stand up for what was right! If she could strike back at Lydia, if she could even just once deal her back punishment for her insolence, then her efforts wouldn't be for naught! When she looked up, she saw Lydia coming charging toward her. Astrid had waited to catch her breath, and to make sure she was ready to rejoin the fight before she made her next move. But now, she saw she had no choice. She needed to strike now. She threw her head back and bellowed out a battle cry - one of conviction, of her dedication to strike back, and to silence Lydia. Even if she was coming at her fast, Astrid would just come at her faster - and she went sprinting forward, throwing back her arm to attempt a lariat in order to cut the Serpent off!

Except Astrid skidded to a stop - and that lariat only hit the air. It didn't work. Astrid was so worked up and fueled with rage that she had let it blind her. She had, in that moment, forgotten about all of Lydia's tricks and cheats - but it was exactly that deviousness that made her so deadly. Astrid would only have a few scant seconds to ponder her predicament, now that she was left open. But Lydia had already gotten behind her - and seconds later, Astrid felt herself bent over to the side, as the veteran twisted her into an abdominal stretch!

Folded over in half, Astrid could feel every nerve along her back exploding in pain the further Lydia stretched her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her teeth gnashed as she tried in vain to hold back a wail of agony, but in the end she couldn't keep it down. The abdominal stretch was wreaking havoc on her spine, and what was even worse was the knoweldge that she had, once again, lost to Lydia - with every blow the veteran got on her, Astrid was letting her cause down. But there was still hope. Every failure would remind Astrid all the more of what she was fighting for, and why she couldn't fail, strengthening her resolve! There was still a possibility Astrid could turn this around, if she could just fight back! That was something she reminded herself of as, with a bestial growl, she swung an elbow behind her, aimed for Lydia's ribs!