Main Event: Astrid Arvidsson (c) vs Astrid Ostberg for the LAW World Openweight Championship

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Given that both blondes had outstanding muscle mass, each of them could use this to exhaust the other. But it was Ostberg who was in an advantageous position at the moment when she twisted the Golden Dragon's left arm. Astrid could hear the former champion snuffling in an attempt to keep her in place. Of course, it was not an easy walk for her either, but no one had any doubt that the descendant of the great Vikings was spending much more energy at that moment.

Astrid herself understood this better than anyone. The longer Ostberg presses her to the mat, the more strength she loses. And so she had to hurry to get free. The Golden Dragon was barely able to restrain her tense groans at the moment when she felt every pound of her rival's weight. Despite the fact that she was proud of the physical strength she had achieved through exhausting workouts, it was still not easy to work with such a significant weight as Ostberg's.

However, Astrid knew from the very beginning that she would have to give her rival every last drop. She simply would not be able to respect herself if she showed at least a little less than her maximum in this match. And she was convinced that the other Astrid felt the same way. Therefore, the champion, overcoming the tension due to the weight of her opponent, first rose above the mat, and then abruptly turned over on her back.

When there was a free space between them, the Golden Dragon immediately jumped at this opportunity. Her right hand shot up, and then there was the sound of bones colliding. Astrid's knuckles slammed into Ostberg's jaw with such force that it literally forced the contender to first get to her feet and then stagger back.

Acting almost instinctively, Astrid pushed off the mat and got up on one knee. Several large drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead, which better than anything showed how intense the pace of this match was. The Golden Dragon would love to spend at least a few seconds to catch her breath. However, her opponent recoiled from her so significantly that the chain between them stretched again.

The champion's lavender eyes sparkled. The little time she spent with Ostberg in the ring was enough for her to understand what would happen next. And she was right. In the next second, the other Astrid forcefully pulled on the chain, thereby trying to make the Golden Dragon fall forward. The blonde's instincts literally screamed for her to use her strength in order to resist. As she herself has said many times, she prefers not to run away from problems, but to solve them, and in most cases radically.

But if the Golden Dragon has learned anything along the way to this day, it's that sometimes you need to suppress your instincts. Sometimes, instead of using pure physical strength, you need to use your brain. So Astrid didn't strain her left arm. Instead, she pushed off the mat, straightening up to her full height and taking a step forward at the same time as Ostberg pulled on the chain.

Thus, the champion wanted to use the challenger's impulse against her like a surfer riding a wave. Astrid wanted to use her opponent's impulse to turn it into speed and add it to her own speed in order to close the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

"GRAAA!!!" She would roar like a wild animal.

At the third step, the champion intended to raise her right leg bent at the knee up. Astrid intended to channel all the speed she got into her leg, and then straighten it right into her opponent's face! Someone would probably think that she wanted to literally take off the other Astrid's head. And it wasn't far from the truth, considering that it was a truly monstrous big boot kick!

[CaptainL]

Both champion and challenger had boasted of their incredible strength. For both of them, it was a point of pride, and a cornerstone of their respective arsenals; an asset they had built their fighting styles around. And from both Astrids, it would be on display now in this clash - even if it manifested in different ways. Arvidsson was able to use that strength on the offensive when she struck out toward Ostberg, landing a blow with enough force to lift even a heavyweight like her off her feet and send her stumbling aside. But just as quickly, Ostberg was able to reclaim her ground. She dug her heels into the mat to steady herself, her muscles growing tense as she froze in place. She too would be able to use her strength - this time, on the defensive, yanking back at the champion to use her as a counterweight with which to halt her own momentum. And so too, she would try and yank Arvidsson a little closer, pulling her along by the chain to try and unseat her balance!

The intensity of their pitched struggle had drawn the attention of the whole arena, and the cheers were louder than ever. At every turn, the two women were proving in no uncertain terms that they were each willing to use every bit of strength they had in them in order to make a case for themselves as the worthy Openweight Champion. Every motion they made and every action they took was a grab for power, and as soon as one seemed to gain leverage on the other, the other just as quickly took charge of the momentum. It was a constant back-and-forth, and the fans feared that if they looked away even for a moment, they could miss something key! In fact, even as Ostberg tried to throw her weight over to the side, Arvidsson was able to stake out a claim for herself. She might have been pulled off-balance, and her stance might have been compromised, but she didn't fall. Instead, she would take advantage of the momentum of her opponent's act - and come charging in toward Ostberg to throw her next strike!

As she watched her foe coming streaking closer, Ostberg's jaw dropped in a gasp. But she barely even knew what hit her a moment later - when Arvidsson kicked up her foot, driving it straight into her fellow Norwegian's face! Letting out a scream, Ostberg's head was flung back in an arc, and she doubled over backward at the waist, moved by the sheer force with which Arvidsson had thrown the blow. As her feet drifted apart and her knees buckled, she took one step back, then another - but then, unable to keep herself up any longer, her footing at last gave way, and she dropped down to the mat in a seated position. There, Ostberg panted and groaned, her chest heaving as she tried to draw in breath. She brought her free hand up to rub at her temples, trying to dull the lingering pain. But her eyes still narrowed in a glare on Arvidsson. No matter what happened, and no matter how much she hurt, Astrid Ostberg knew she had to keep up the fight!

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Louder than Astrid's roar at the moment when she rushed to her rival, was only the roar of the crowd. The audience sincerely welcomed the tension that reigned in the ring. Ostberg was deservedly considered a living legend who went through many tough matches. The Golden Dragon, on the other hand, burst into LAW like a firestorm, starting from the first day to go to the top on the heads of the best of the best. And now, when these two women confronted each other, no one dared to take eyes off them.

The descendant of the great Vikings' boot crashed into Ostberg's head with such force that many spectators grimaced. The former champion's head jerked to the side, and her whole body followed. At some point, a wave of noise filled with surprise swept through the arena. Despite the fact that Ostberg took first one step back, and then the second, some thought that she would be able to stand on her feet.

However, in the next second, Ostberg's legs gave way and she sank to a sitting position on the mat. The other Astrid, unable to restrain painful groans, reached for her head with her hand in an attempt to calm the pain. The Golden Dragon's surprise attack was successful, but everything was as far from completion as possible.

This attack only gave the champion an opportunity that she was going to take advantage of. The Golden Dragon wasted no time in taking a step towards her opponent, simultaneously grabbing the chain with both hands so that she had a meter-long piece of chain in her hands. By the time she approached Ostberg, the contender, despite her condition, raised her head, casting a hawkish look at Astrid. And in that look she saw nothing but confidence. If she had the time, she would have responded to this look with a respectful smile.

But instead, the Golden Dragon hurried to take a step behind her opponent. She hoped that the bells were still ringing in Ostberg's head and that this would give her time to wrap the chain around the contender's neck. If she had succeeded, then surely many would have thought that Astrid decided to simply strangle her rival. It was partly true, but only partly.

Directing the force into her arms, the champion intended to sharply pull Ostberg up. Thus, she wanted not only to block her access to oxygen, but also to force her to get to her feet with one movement. She hoped the pain from the chain around her neck would confuse her for at least a second. Just one second. That's all Astrid needed.

And if she got that second, she would immediately turn around on her axis, pressing her back to her opponent's back. Lightning flashed in her lavender eyes, and her lips stretched into a smile for a moment. No, she wasn't going to just strangle the contender. Instead, the Golden Dragon was going to forcefully push off the mat and throw both legs forward. Gravity would do the rest.

Astrid was going to fall on the mat, pulling Ostberg with her in order to make her go through real agony. Even in the classic version, it was a tough move, but because of the chain around Ostberg's neck, she was sure that her opponent would experience a whole bunch of new sensations, because she wanted to drive the contender's head and neck into the mat with a steel chain neckbreaker slam!

[CaptainL]

With no disqualifications being enforced, and the steel chain literally at hand for both women at every moment, it was only a matter of time before someone decided to use it as a weapon. So far, it had mostly served to keep the two heavyweights in a constant tug of war, with each of them attempting to use the chain in order to gain leverage on each other and to control their motion and momentum. But that was about to change. Now that Ostberg had at last been taken down, she was more vulnerable than ever - and Arvidsson saw her chance to make her move.

More than a few fans in the crowd let out a gasp at the sight of the champion's tactics - how she circled behind her opponent, pulling the chain taut against her throat! As the cold steel sank into the flesh of her neck, Ostberg's face contorted in a wince, and she coughed and wheezed as the air was squeezed out of her windpipe, causing her body to buckle and double over forward. The tension on the chain was starting to color her face red; her eyes squeezed shut, and her teeth locked together both to hold the air in her lungs and to keep herself from screaming from the sheer pressure that was bearing down on her. With trembling hands, Ostberg reached up to grab the chain, yanking and pulling at it with all her might in a desperate attempt to keep it from sinking any further into place. But no matter how much she struggled, or how much her body twisted and turned, she couldn't stop Arvidsson from hauling up on the chain and yanking her up to her feet. A hoarse wheeze was wrung out of her lungs as she was dragged back up to her full height in one solid jerk, the former champion trapped in the coils of the chain like a dog on a leash. She threw her head back over her shoulder, and she hacked and coughed even louder than before as the chain squeezed tighter still. And Arvidsson still wasn't done. What would happen next would only make Ostberg wish she'd stopped at merely choking her.

With Astrid Ostberg more secured than ever, Arvidsson prepared to throw herself off her feet - to drag her opponent straight down with her! With the two women pressed back to back, Ostberg could feel every motion her opponent made, and every ripple that went through the tight muscles of the champion's body. She could feel it as her back bent low, and how her knees bowed and her feet pressed against the ground to gather all the force she could. She knew what Arvidsson was about to do. At this point, with the pressure of the chain still around her, Ostberg knew there was no way she could so easily escape without taking some damage in the process. But...if she truly had no choice, the least she could hope for was to ensure that Arvidsson wouldn't be able to walk away unscathed, either.

Just then, right before Arvidsson's feet were about to leave the mat - right when her balance would be at its most compromised - Ostberg would swing her hips backward in an attempt to drive them into the champion's! If all went well, she hoped, this would unbalance her enough so that if Ostberg suddenly ducked down her head down and jerked all her weight forward, Arvidsson would be bowled over her back instead, throwing her to the mat in her place! She'd be pulled down in the process, of course - but she wasn't about to let Arvidsson take control without a fight!

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Acting with cold determination, the Golden Dragon wrapped the chain around her opponent's neck. Metal links instantly blocked Ostberg's access to oxygen, forcing her to make unnatural sounds. The former champion, as expected, threw both hands up in order to grab the chain and try to ease the pressure on her neck. However, the consequences of the hard kick were still fresh and therefore, despite the resistance, the descendant of the great Vikings intended to finish what she had started.

In order to get the first significant advantage in the match, the first openweight champion pulled the other Astrid up. Because of such a hard impact on her neck Ostberg's face, as if at the snap of fingers, turned red like a tomato. However, this was only the beginning. As soon as her opponent was on her feet, Astrid turned around and prepared to make the first heavy throw in this match. Up to this point, they both more than effectively opposed each other, which is why the advantage did not remain on one side for a long. The Golden Dragon was sure that it was time to fix it.

Therefore, continuing to hold the chain, she strained her whole body and bent her knees. Wasting no time, she was ready to jump up and throw the legs forward. The smile on her face was caused by anticipation, because if she was the first to gain an advantage in the match, it would be a loud enough statement that she was here for a reason.

But as they say, don't count your eggs before they're in the pudding.

"What the..." flashed through her mind.

Literally at the same second, when Astrid was about to push off from the mat, something pushed her in the hips with such force that her legs moved forward, while her upper body leaned back. And although she quickly realized that the reason for this push was the strong hips of her opponent, it did not help her avoid the fact that Ostberg leaned forward sharply. It seems that the Golden Dragon clearly overestimated the power of her kick, her opponent gathered her strength much earlier than she expected.

As a result, the Norwegian woman rolled over her opponent's back. Everything happened too fast, but even in this situation, she understood that she had two options. Or continue to hold the chain tightly and thereby fall flat on the mat, but try to make the other Astrid fall too. Or let go of the chain and throw her hands down in order to fall on all fours.

The second option.

Releasing the chain, the Golden Dragon sent her hands down. She landed right in front of her opponent, but at least she was on all fours, thereby maintaining, though not the best, but not the worst position. Although... even that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was how she felt at that moment. Astrid has never been distinguished by a submissive temper and she could not always control her emotions. At that moment, she got angry. Despite the fact that she sincerely respected her rival, but she was definitely not happy about the fact that Ostberg had disrupted her plans.

This was reflected in her gaze at the moment when she raised her head to look into the eyes of her rival. At that moment, the first flames could be seen in the champion's eyes. Not caring about the possible consequences, Astrid wanted only one thing. Yes, her throw was unsuccessful, but who said that it would stop her?

With fire in her eyes, she intended to push off the mat with both her hands and feet. Without straightening up to her full height, the Golden Dragon intended to rush forward, straight to the hips thanks to which Ostberg interrupted her throw. Astrid wanted to wrap her opponent's hips with her hands, rest her right shoulder against Ostberg's stomach and lift the contender above the mat. Many were sure that it was time for a takedown or maybe even a spinebuster, but the descendant of the great Vikings had other plans.

If she had managed to lift Ostberg, she would have continued to move forward, trying to take as much speed as possible at each step. Yes, that's right. Dragging Ostberg with her, Astrid moved straight to the corner. She intended to crush the contender both by slamming her back into turnbuckles, and by pushing her right shoulder into the other Astrid's stomach.

[CaptainL]

The chain was only digging deeper into Ostberg's throat, forcing a choked rasp from her lungs as her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth locked in a grimace. With the desperate energy of a castaway clutching to a board for dear life, she grabbed for the chain and tried to pull it away from her neck, just enough to move a little bit of air through her lungs. But no matter how hard she would need to fight, Ostberg wasn't one to give up so readily. Not even if she had to fight just to breathe! She needed to show her opponent that no matter the odds and no matter the challenges ahead of her, she was willing to rise to each one. And when Arvidsson lunged from behind to try and bring the former champion low, Ostberg was ready. The chain would only allow her to control the momentum between the two as it linked them together - and just as Arvidsson threw herself at her, she ducked down, pulling her down to the mat!

The motion forced Ostberg to drop to her knees, and there she sputtered and coughed, still wincing from the pressure on her throat, which pulled tighter in the process. A collar of red marks had formed around her neck where the chain had pressed into her skin, and the stinging sensation still lingered. But at least she'd brought Arvidsson down. She had proven to her opponent, and to the world, that she wouldn't let herself be pushed around so easily - and there was going to be far more where that came!

Grabbing for the chain, Ostberg went to pull it from around her neck. She coughed and wheezed as she did, her windpipes still compressed by the cold steel, but she looked back up toward Arvidsson with a steely glare all the same as she pushed off with her hands and knees to lift herself to her feet just as her foe did. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth clenching tighter in a glare as she felt the adrenaline rush take hold, and her muscles went stiff and ready. But Arvidsson was the first to make her move - rushing forward, grabbing Ostberg, and carrying her back toward the corner with shocking speed!

Many in the stands had to gasp, seeing a woman of Astrid Arvidsson's size moving so quickly. When Ostberg looked behind her, she could see the corner post growing closer and closer by the moment, and she knew she would only have precious seconds to act before she was flattened up against it. But she wasn't about to go down that easily - she had pledged that she would be better than that!

Reaching out, Ostberg attempted to grab hold of Arvidsson's head. Her feet, meanwhile, went to press against the sides of her waist where Arvidsson held her higher. If all went well, Ostberg would be able to throw her weight backward - tugging harder on the chain for good measure - in an attempt to bowl Arvidsson off her feet. And if that worked, Ostberg would kick up with her legs as she hit the mat to try and hurl her into the turnbuckle instead with a monkey flip!

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Perhaps someone would have found Astrid's decision reckless. An attempt to hit her opponent in the face seemed more reliable, given that she failed to throw Ostberg to the mat. However, at that moment, the flame overshadowed the Golden Dragon's mind and therefore she acted almost automatically. Yes, her punches were heavy, but she was sure that if she managed to drive the contender in the turnbuckles, it would be much harder.

When she lifted the other Astrid over the mat and rushed to the nearest corner, a wave of noise swept through the arena. If she had the time, she would smile. She always liked to hear the reaction of the audience in their moments of surprise. Of course, the descendant of the great Vikings did not have a truly amazing speed. However, for a woman of her size, she always moved with impressive ease. It seemed that the meeting of Ostberg's back and the Turnbuckles was inevitable. But...

"Gr!" The Golden Dragon exhaled with displeasure.

The reason was obvious. The former champion grabbed her by the head, at the same time shifting her legs so that they were in the area of Astrid's stomach. Because of this, it became much more difficult for her to hold her rival. However, she only had three wide steps to take. The Golden Dragon believed that she could do it, so she tried to speed up.

But then she felt her opponent leaning back with force. The upper part of the champion's body involuntarily went down and she couldn't do anything about it. In any other situation, it would surely have ended up with her just falling on Ostberg. But the other Astrid took care to make the most of this situation, that's why she shifted her legs closer to the belly of the Golden Dragon.

"Waaa!" Astrid involuntarily screamed at the moment when she felt a sharp push in the abdominal area.

The contender straightened her legs and used Astrid's speed against her. As a result, the Golden Dragon did not fall on her opponent, but literally flew over her. Due to inertia, her body turned upside down, and then her short flight came to an end. Astrid was really able to drive her opponent's back into the turnbuckle. However, this was not the Astrid who had originally planned this.

"GHAA!!"

The champion's back crashed into the turnbuckles to loud applause from the audience, who were clearly amazed at how the contender was able to turn the situation in her favor. In fact, the Golden Dragon would have been able to withstand such a collision, but the problem was that immediately after that gravity finished the rest. Astrid's upper body fell on the mat and she hit her head hard.

"GHHH..."

It was certainly a strange position. Astrid's head and shoulder blades were on the mat, her lower body was partially in the air and partially pressed against the bottom and middle turnbuckle, while her legs accidentally hooked on the middle ropes. Being completely unprepared for such a turn of events, the descendant of the great Vikings could only grab her head in a futile attempt to calm the pain and dizziness. This was definitely not the best result of her try to gain an advantage over her opponent.

[CaptainL]

When two heavyweights fought, the average wrestling viewer had come to expect a steady diet of slams and power moves. Indeed, both combatants in this match had specialized in the sort, as their previous bouts proved. But when a woman of the size of either of the two Astrids managed to pull out the sort of speed and manueverability typically reserved for lightweights, it was just as impressive - if not more so! Astrid Arvidsson was putting Ostberg up to the challenge, forcing her to adapt to an opponent who was just as powerful and as accomplished as she was, and with just as much drive to hold onto the honors she'd just been bestowed. But if that was the case, Ostberg wasn't going to let it get to her. She was just going to have to adjust to the rising tides, and she was going to have to push herself the extra mile - just to prove she wasn't about to come in second place!

Pushing off her opponent's abdomen, Ostberg was able to fall to the ground, just a few inches short of an impending collision. In the process, aided by the leverage of their motion and the traction of the chain, Arvidsson was pulled forward - and sailed through the air, straight into the turnbuckles instead! As she landed with a loud clang, the fans burst out into raucous cheers - just the fact that Ostberg could have accomplished such a feat at all was well worthy of praise, let alone that she had landed the move with such force! She too had gone to the mats, but she was quick to roll over onto her stomach, pushing her up with her hands and knees. She lifted her head, shaking a few loose strands of hair from out of her eyes as she looked out toward all the cheering fans. But as she heard their cheers, her smile would only grow wider with confidence. The fact that she'd been able to overpower Arvidsson this way was a testament to her strength - it was proof that she still had it in her to pull ahead; to win this match! Everyone believed in her - and she was determined to do right by them!

Astrid lifted herself to her feet, rolling out her shoulders. She clenched and unclenched her fists, getting her bearings for the next round. But she wasn't going to waste even a moment when she knew that Arvidsson would have no mercy to show her, either. Her eyes narrowing in a steely glare, Ostberg turned back around to face her opponent, now dangling upside down from the ropes. Stepping forward to square up with her, she swung one arm and then the other, looking to land a couple of chops across the Golden Dragon's abs. But that was only the setup - she was trying to make sure her opponent would be winded enough so that she could pull off her next move. Arvidsson was already hanging upside down - and Ostberg was ready to jump on that opportunity!

Holding her back straighter and sucking in a breath, her muscles firming up beneath her skin, Ostberg reached out to grab her opponent by the legs and hoist them up into the air. She would try to pull her back off the ropes and into her clutches, where her thighs would snap shut around her head - putting Arvidsson in the perfect position for a piledriver. And if she didn't do anything to save herself, Ostberg would have nowhere to go but straight down, to spike her head into the canvas!

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This was definitely not the position Astrid wanted to be in. She knew perfectly well that when you lose an advantage, it does not mean that the fight is lost. Besides, despite the extremely intense pace, it was still only the beginning of the match. But this was one of those cases when the Golden Dragon felt pain in her heart even more than in her head after such a fall on the mat. The reason for this resounded loudly throughout the arena. It was the screams of the audience cheering the contender's success.

When she first appeared in the LAW ring, she didn't think much about the fans and the audience. After all, she came here to fight with the best of the best, not to find the love of the public. All this changed so rapidly that the descendant of the great Vikings did not even notice when exactly this happened. With each new match, she gained more and more support, and this, very likely, also prompted the management to entrust her with the golden belt, which was at stake today. And the more love and support the audience gave her, the more she felt connected to them.

That is why at this moment Astrid's heart was filled with pain. Allowing the contender to seize the initiative, she seemed to take a step back. And this is definitely not what a champion should allow in front of those who support them. This is definitely not what a champion should allow in their first defense. The Golden Dragon involuntarily clenched her teeth. She must fight back. She must make it clear to the audience that the first openweight champion is worthy of their support.

Catching herself on this thought, Astrid intended to remove her hands from her head and push off from the turnbuckles, because first of all she had to put her feet on the mat. However, the other Astrid disrupted her plans again, this time even before the Golden Dragon had time to start. Using her arm like a knife, Ostberg sent a hard chop straight into the champion's abs.

"AAAHHH!!!"

Few doubted that Astrid was proud of her abs. She always devoted a lot of time to her core muscles. In addition, after relatively recent events related to one of her strongest rivals, she began to strengthen her abs with even more zeal. However, even such steel muscles were useless if they were not strained. Astrid was simply not ready for this, and therefore, after the first chop of her rival, her breath gave away. And, of course, things got even worse after the second chop, which literally deprived Astrid of the ability to breathe.

As a result, instead of restoring her position in this match, the Golden Dragon became even more defenseless, which opened Ostberg to what she wanted to do. Unable to take a breath, the descendant of the great Vikings was forced to just watch as the other Astrid wrapped her arms around the champion's waist. As expected, thanks to her strength, Ostberg had no problems raising the Golden Dragon above the mat.

Astrid understood that this position did not bode well for her, but she realized the real danger only at the moment when Ostberg placed her head between already slightly sweaty thighs. The champion's heart beat faster. Her instincts were screaming that she shouldn't let this happen. But, unfortunately, the advantage completely slipped out of her hands.

Ostberg went down and Astrid's head crashed into the mat with such force that she lost her sight. There was nothing but a white mist in front of her eyes. And although she was still conscious, at that moment she experienced such a wild pain that she could not even scream, the scream literally stuck in her throat. Nerve impulses caused her body to twitch convulsively several times, and then her body relaxed, which clearly indicated that if Ostberg had let go of her waist, she would have collapsed on the mat like a sack of potatoes.

[CaptainL]

Arvidsson had begun to make her move, pushing herself off the ropes to try and get herself back into the action. Unfortunately for her, Ostberg wasn't about to let her get away with that so easily. Now the former Heavyweight Champion saw that her opponent was slumped in the corner, upside-down and vulnerable. She was willing to take whatever measures were necessary to keep ahead, and to deny her opponent the chance to overtake her. She'd already shown that when she had proven willing to take advantage of the leverage the chain brought her, even when she might have otherwise scorned such tactics as cheap and unfitting of a would-be champion. But when Astrid had already tasted the thrill of being at the top of her division, she wasn't about to pass up another shot at the glory so easily. She was going to fight with everything she had to tell the world she wasn't going anywhere!

One chop landed against Arvidsson's side with the sound of a loud smack, and then the other followed close behind. Each impact was swiftly followed by a burst of cheers and applause from the fans, who were eager to celebrate a comeback for a fan-favorite like Astrid Ostberg. The firmness and durability of Arvidsson's well-sculpted musculature was undeniable; it held tight even with all the force of Ostberg's forearm smacking into it. But Ostberg was still determined to make her impact known. In fact, those few chops were just the beginning. All she'd wanted was to soften her opponent up to make it that much easier for her to land her next move. And now, as Ostberg leaned in to lace her arms around Arvidsson's legs, pulling her in close enough to grab her by the waist, she was doing just that!

Kicking her feet off the mat, Ostberg hurled herself straight down, with Arvidsson in tow. The fans had begun cheering even before the champion had hit the ground, thanks to what this meant. The piledriver was a move that had won many a wrestler a match, and Arvidsson seemed to have walked right into it! Indeed, she couldn't stop the inevitable, and soon she came crashing down head-first into the canvas, her body slumping like the air was let out of her lungs as the fatigue set in. Ostberg let go, and her opponent crumbled soon after, going limp and motionless. Everyone watched from the edge of their seats with rapt attention. If this meant what everyone thought it meant...then the match just might have already been won. It seemed almost too good to be true - for a title change to happen this early into the first ever outing of the World Openweight Championship - but for Astrid Ostberg and her faithful supporters, that might just be the miracle they had all hoped for. Ostberg's heart was beating with excitement, and her eyes had gone wide as she turned toward her opponent's fallen form; even she had been surprised that her plan had worked so well. But she wasn't going to turn back from it. If she could win this match now, then all her struggles would not be in vain. She would have lost one title only to immediately claim another - there could be no greater marker of her success! Ostberg simply couldn't stand by with so much on the line. She needed to act!

Throwing herself down on top of Arvidsson, Ostberg was quick to grab her by the leg and hoist it high for the pin. When the ref got down to make the count, every number was echoed by the entire arena. "ONE!!"