Karen S./Astrid A. - Dragon Slaying And Other Misendeavors (Part 2)

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It was a strike to the ego, what Karen felt she was forced to do. And no, oddly enough, she wasn't referring to being struck right in the chest.

Karen in truth had lost count of the times she had been victim to a boob strike. Or a motorboat. Or a grope.

No, it was mere suggestion that she needed to avoid Astrid's strike as opposed to outright tanking it - that was what hurt.

Never mind actually ducking under that blow.

Though the end result couldn't be scoffed at (albeit Karen's brow somehow furrowed even harder) given where Karen now was. Behind Astrid, with the initiative in her possession even if she wasn't facing her!

Raising that leg up and out like a bucking bronco, the boot of Karen left a lovely if brief imprint on Astrid's heavy bosom. The fact that the blondes large breasts took the blow was chance more than anything, though Karen was damn happy the strike landed where it did. Even if the end result would have likely been the same had the kick landed lower. Hell, it might have forced more air out alongside a louder scream from Astrid had it done so.

Imbalance to her unbalanced frame, Karen would land from the snappy kick with both hands against the canvas and her unraised leg pressing knee first against it. Face down for but a moment with a deep inhale taken, Karen moved with a quick pace to her to once more be in the face of her challenger. Once more with their figures front to front, and the hilarious irony of Astrid now being somewhat hung up in the ropes, there was but one move to Karen's mind as she closed in.

Bringing her right arm up and out, Karen's pace was something of a powerwalk as she cut the distance with Astrid. All too aware the blonde might have opted to duck her blow as she had to her, Karen's eyes were to Astrid's chest as the arm came down. For a forearm strike right above Astrid's bosom - a perfect revenge for the strike delivered to Karen not a moment ago!

A resounding thud would have surely rang out had Karen landed such a confident strike, with Karen hoping to force those lungs to empty all the more whilst the same time making Astrid wish she wasn't so voluptuous!

"See how the fuck you like it.." Rang out internally in her mind, as she looked to avenge the ache still present in her own top heavy frame!

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If up to this point things could be called just tense, now they could be called bad. Being completely unprepared for such a turn of events, Astrid missed the kick that she definitely should not have missed. You can never be one hundred percent sure of something. But the Golden Dragon was really confident in the reliability of the sequence of her actions. And she could hardly be blamed for the fact that everything happened in this way.

Since living in the past is one of the most useless things, the long-haired blonde had only one thing to do. Now that her voluminous breasts were filled with pain, and her lungs were deprived of air, she had to try to pull herself together. Although it's much easier to think about it than to do it. The body is not always ready to obey the orders of the mind. And now, because of the pain in her chest, she simply could not take a deep breath in order to saturate the blood with oxygen.

Besides, her opponent was not going to stand aside. It really looked like someone decided to use ctrl+c and ctrl+v. Karen took a step towards the Golden Dragon without any hesitation. Astrid had no doubt that something very unpleasant was waiting for her now. She tried to clench her fists, but because of the lack of oxygen, her hands refused to obey. Then the lavender eyes widened. It happened the moment she saw Karen wave her hand. Now Astrid has brought up exactly what her rival is up to. The hard forearm slammed into the blonde's chest, just like her own forearm slammed into Karen's chest a minute ago.

"Ughh..." a strangled groan escaped from the Norwegian woman's mouth.

Perhaps in another situation she would have screamed much louder. But the scream is usually accompanied by escaping air, which Astrid simply did not have. There were ropes behind the blonde, because of this she simply had nowhere to retreat. And so she involuntarily dropped to one knee in front of Karen. Astrid was forced to put her right hand on the mat in order to keep her balance, while her left hand covered the place of impact.

Now there was no doubt that the blue-haired woman was very vindictive. She could use any blow in any place, but she chose this option. Because of this, Astrid literally flew into a rage. Of course, not only because of this, but it was one of the main reasons. The second reason was the burning pain in her chest, she had already managed to make sure that Karen has great physical strength, but she felt it in all its glory. The third reason was that the whole situation made her look like a real idiot. All these reasons caused a shiver that went through Astrid's body from the top of her head to her heels. And then she felt as if something was stirring inside her. Oh, she knew that feeling. But she wasn't ready for that. It's not time yet.

"Not now..." she mentally said to herself.

Astrid clenched her fists with such force that her knuckles turned white. After two blows to the chest, she could not breathe properly because of the pain. But if pain is the only obstacle on the way, then she was determined to destroy this obstacle. The blonde raised her head, looking at her rival. Yes, right now Karen could see the fury in the Golden Dragon's eyes. Clenching her jaw, Astrid took a deep breath. Because of this, electric current in the form of pain passed through her body. She was ready to let out a painful groan because of this. But she restrained herself. Her blood was saturated with oxygen. And now she was determined to show why she had earned a reputation as a woman who was able to move forward despite fucking pain.

"Raaaahhhh!!!" she would have let out a battle roar again.

Overcoming the pain, the descendant of the great Vikings was determined to strain her legs and straighten up to her full height. She clenched her fists for a reason. She was going to use them. And the first thing she was going to do was step forward and throw a left jab right into her opponent's chin. And then everyone would have the opportunity to once again make sure that sometimes Astrid is able to act like a crazy killing machine. Why? Because she wasn't even going to check if her punch had reached its intended target. The Golden Dragon was going to take another step forward and throw her right hand to Karen, this time wanting to check her solar plexus and make her bend in half with a right cross. Only the most devoted fans could understand what it was. And those who really followed Astrid's career in MMA knew what would happen next. Another left jab to the head, and then the final chord. A right knee strike to the face. It was her signature combination that she used to crush those who got in her way. It was her dragon's claws!

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Karen would have been lying had she said she wasn't feeling the urge to lower her arm as it came down.

To ring her strong forearm across Astrid's heavy bust? The crowd would likely have been roaring her name. Not to mention how satisfying it would have felt to land such a strike on this overconfident blonde - no doubt saving some ache on Karen's arm in the process given the softer choice of landing over a firm collarbone.

So why didn't Karen strike Astrid right in the bust?

Well. Karen herself was only striking Astrid in the manner she just had because the blonde had done so first. Naturally had she started punching Astrid in the boob, her strong bodied foe would have felt compelled to do the same. Something Karen was naturally keen to avoid - given how effective such strikes would be on the frame she possessed!

Karen's choice of collarbone over bust seemed to workout all the same, given Astrid was still rearing with her lungs now empty. She'd even let out a good long moan - a sound that was music to Karen's ears needless to say. So much so, that Karen decided she wanted an encore.

Turning as to have her left side facing far away from Astrid, Karen didn't make even the slightest of efforts towards hiding her intention. She was going for another chop, with her right hand already reared up as if it was an axe being aimed. A grin to bare, she'd bring back that arm painfully slowly - even extending it up to her lips to mock Astrid further by licking across her own hand. If the crowd enjoyed the strike a moment ago, Karen figured, they'd absolutely adore this moment.

And they did.

For reasons Karen couldn't predict at all.

Given that all at once, the blonde had come alive as if she had just awoken from a deep slumber. And from this sleep, she had awoken hungry.

With Karen's ego primed for a lovely snack.

Struck in the chin, onlookers would mistake the attack for something of a throat thrust with how Karen reacted - that being to stumble back near instantly, with her hands raising to cover up the struck spot. The fact that she wasn't gagging; only groaning told the audience and official both that Astrid hadn't just metaphorically struck below the belt, with the darker haired amazons breathing for the moment unhindered.

The raising of her arms to soothe that ache only opened Karen's frame up to more punishment, as a right cross struck in Karen's core to make her bend forward and splutter. She was lucky not to be turned out there and then given Astrid didn't even delay in the third follow-up; a jab to the head made in tandem with Karen spluttering, near enough rolling the amazons eyes into the back of her head.

The knee that came not a second after was mitigated only by the fact that Karen was on the way down - her slow fall back turned into a quicker one thanks to Astrid's knee strike, which caught Karen clean on the chin once more and damn near sent her into a flip.

Falling to her back with her legs up in the air, they'd unfold if dramatically as her arms came out to her side. Her mouth agape and eyes shut, only the rapid rising and falling of her heavy bust would tell the official she was still conscious!

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Astrid didn't come up with the alias herself. At first, her father started calling her that. And then this alias was adopted by the audience after the start of her official MMA matches. At first, the Norwegian woman was quite skeptical about this. But, like many other things, her opinion on this matter has changed over time.

The Golden Dragon. It described her perfectly. Yes, in fact she was blonde, but it was easy to notice that her hair had a truly golden hue. And her fiery temper. There was always a raging flame inside her. And, considering this, it was hardly possible to come up with something better than the Golden Dragon. By adopting her alias, Astrid has shown more than once why she deserves to be called that.

And this match was no exception. They say don't wake the sleeping dragon. And although Astrid was still holding herself together for the time being, her rival came close enough for the monster sleeping inside the blonde to start moving. The flame of her soul began to burst out. And she was determined to use that flame. The pain tried to stop her. But a real dragon cannot be stopped. For the audience, this became clear at the moment when the descendant of the great Vikings rushed into the attack, not allowing Karen to make a second forearm strike.

Under the deafening screams of the audience, she turned her inner flame into blows. And if there was a place for special effects here, then surely a real flame would begin to blaze around her body. They say that a jab is the fastest, but at the same time the weakest punch. Yes, it's really so. But not at the moment when Astrid was going into a rage. Her left fist smashed into the chin of the blue-haired woman and the power of this punch was enough not only to make Karen recoil back, but also to start choking as if it was a blow to the throat, not to the chin.

With rage in her eyes and a thunderous roar, the Golden Dragon rushed forward like a natural disaster. There were no barriers for her at such moments. The second blow hit one of the most sensitive places of the human body. The blue-haired woman literally doubled over after Astrid's fist crashed into her solar plexus. And this only provoked the blonde. Her left fist landed into Karen's chin again and she was ready to swear that she saw her opponent's eyes rolled up after that. Karen started to fall, but Astrid wasn't done yet. Her knee crashed into the blue-haired woman's head, accelerating her approach to the mat.

Karen's legs left the mat and rose into the air. It was a really short but outstanding moment. The blue-haired woman collapsed on the mat, arms wide apart. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her mouth was open. For a few moments, a ringing silence hung in the arena. Astrid lowered her hands. She was gasping for air after such an explosive attack. And only now did she fully realize what she had just managed to do. She clenched her fists again, and then threw her head back.

"RAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" the blonde screamed furiously like a wild animal.

And the audience started screaming along with her. She had never been able to contain her emotions at such moments. Any match is a challenge for her. And she wasn't going to change her life path. She was born to carry the flame to this mortal earth. And anyone who gets in her way will know the wrath and fury of the Golden Dragon.

She could still feel the effects of her opponent's blows. The adrenaline that had filled her during that furious attack had numbed the pain, but now it was starting to return. And although it seemed that the Golden Dragon had repaid her rival in full, she had a different opinion on this matter. The blonde wanted Karen to understand who she was in the ring with. And so Astrid took a step forward.

She was about to bend down and grab the blue-haired woman's hand. Even though she was furious, she still wasn't going to stoop to things like pulling hair. Pulling Karen's hand, she was determined to make her get up, even if she had to literally hold her to do it. What is Astrid up to? Nothing good for Karen. She was intent on taking a step to the side and then grabbing her opponent's leg. The Golden Dragon was about to lift her opponent onto her shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker rack position. With one hand she was holding her opponent's leg, and with the other hand she was holding her neck. Was she going to test the American woman's back for strength?

"Feel my flame..." Astrid would say.

No. She had prepared something else for the blue-haired woman. Astrid was going to jump up and then start falling to the side. Submission holds are good, but now was the time for something much heavier. She wanted to let Karen know that in this match she should not expect anything less from the Golden Dragon than her maximum. And so now the Norwegian woman was going to send her rival's body to the mat with the help of a furious and no less destructive inverted death valley driver!

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Ask Karen, and she would have told you she could box.

Not true, needless to say.

Yes, the woman had a mean jab, and a hook comparable to Tyson in his prime. Karen however possessed none of the natural talent you'd need to be a boxer - she didn't know how to carry herself in a strike-only bout - she didn't know when to guard - she didn't know when to press the attack.

Not without switching to a grapple, slam or otherwise in amidst it all.

Astrid on the other hand knew what she was doing; not only from the way she carried her strikes, but with the perfect timing of every follow-up strike. This was a well practiced combination, there was no mistake about it. One far too complex for Karen to have even the slightest hopes of blocking against, never mind enduring.

Brought about to the canvas with ache all over her frame, Karen's hands didn't know where to go to soothe first. Every effort was being made on Karen's part to not leave her jaw slacking; she could hardly imagine the faces of those baring witness to a Karen who had been literally beaten to the point of drooling. Equal effort was made at first towards withholding loud moans and groans - a feat made all the easier by the fact Karen had near enough been struck numb by the overeager blonde. Once the adrenaline had worn off from taking such a monstrous combination near enough without pause to her frame, make no mistake.

There would be a cry from Karen. And then some.

Though it seemed Astrid's patience was running low on hearing the cries and moans of her darker haired counterpart, given how quickly she saw fit to press the advantage. Astrid wanted to hear Karen scream. Now, and loudly.

Hoisting the heavyset woman as if there was no weight to her, Karen was tensing her frame in preparation of Astrid trying to wrench her spine clean in half given the position. Had their roles been reversed, Karen wouldn't have thought twice about trying to bounce Astrid over her shoulder as if the two were on a trampoline.

Astrid however held little intent on working Karen's body in a submission, at least for the moment. No, she wanted something violent and sudden - a fitting choice given the prior combination of strikes and kicks that had left Karen in such a sorry state in the first place!

Brought down to earth with her head leading the charge, attempts by Karen to mitigate the impact were only partially successful. Arms raised and outstretched to hit the canvas first in an effort to soften the blow, Astrid's driver was still extremely successful in accomplishing what the blonde set out to do.

That being Karen being left in a heap - with her legs near enough over the top of her, as she lay to the canvas in a folded position! One devoid of all movement!

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It was the real Astrid. Flame and fury were the personification of this Norwegian woman in the ring. She always gave one hundred percent during the fight, but only at such moments could you see what she was really made of. Adrenaline was her fuel, igniting the most passionate feelings. She loved it. She really liked feeling passion during the match.

You could see it in her eyes. Few people are willing to admit it out loud, but there is always a rivalry between women. In terms of wealth. In terms of the level of intelligence. Etc. But in the ring it went to a completely different level. When two women like Astrid and Karen meet in a fight, you can feel the ground shaking under their feet. None of them was going to give in. But there has to be a winner in every match.

And Astrid was going to be the one whose hand would be raised at the end of the match. She put her desire to win into this throw. Under the loud screams of the audience, she sent the body of the blue-haired woman down. This time the ring shuddered for real, and the sound of Karen's body colliding with the mat resembled a deafening thunderclap.

The American woman was in a folded pose and she showed no signs of movement. Astrid's chest rose and fell heavily. Despite the fact that she had amazing physical strength, working with the weight of a woman like Karen was far from the easiest task, especially considering that before this explosive series of attacks, the Golden Dragon had survived an equally powerful series of attacks by the blue-haired woman.

The blonde wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then grabbed both legs of her rival. Rising to her feet, she bent over her opponent, pressing both of Karen's legs to her shoulders. Her pelvis was pressed tightly against the ass of the blue-haired woman, which could be fully regarded as something provocative. But now the Golden Dragon wasn't thinking about it. The most important thing was that with the help of this prawn hold pin, she intended to use all her weight in order to securely press Karen's shoulder blades to the mat. Yes, it was a pin attempt. The referee fell next to the woman and then slapped the mat with her palm for the first time.

"ONE!"

The audience loudly repeated the first count. A grin appeared on Astrid's face. She strained her hands, squeezing her opponent's thighs. Despite the fact that she was well aware of who Karen Starring was, the Golden Dragon felt inspired now. Only in battle can you really know a person. And so she enjoyed the match with this blue-haired woman. But she was going to enjoy the victory over her even more.

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There was more technique to the art of pinning in wrestling than many realised. Where to press, where to fold, where to lay your weight. It wasn't simply a matter of reaching across and hooking a leg - not unless you wanted the most simple of varieties, that would be broken up by any woman worth their salt. Nor was it a case of simply raising your arm the moment you were flattened, to get yourself back into the match.

Karen was in pain all over her body - her front decimated by Astrid's lethal combination, and her back now reddening from the blondes intense slam. To simply raise her arm up to heave Astrid off of her instantly would have been unwise - a waste of a chance at 2.5 seconds of free rest. Not to mention that in this particular fold, a heave from a single arm would be responded by Astrid simply overpowering Karen's effort. Leaving her with perhaps her most embarrassing and abrupt defeat of her career.

Nay, turning her head with her hands pressing flat to the canvas, Karen's eyes would peer open just a little as the referee slapped her hand for the one. Tensing up as if preparing to burst free from a cage (a metaphor that could be taken somewhat literally in this case) Karen was as still as could be for the second count as well.

Though given how intensely Astrid was pressing into the underside of her thick thighs, heavy chest and all upon it, the blonde likely felt Karen's muscles tense and firm.

With the referee rearing down her hand for the final count of the canvas, only then would Karen exert herself. Pushing her hands to the canvas to support her, Karen's thighs looked to press out with all the strength she could muster. Even if Astrid was to withstand her, the end result would be Karen's upper torso arching up off the mat as she practically sprung out of the fold.

If only to then roll to her side, with a loud exhale heard given the extreme strain from the impractical heave she just performed!

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Anyone who has a mouth can talk. And many people talk too much. Mostly politicians and business coaches. But there is another type of people who like to talk often and a lot. Fighters. Astrid noticed this back in the days when she fought in the octagon. But here, in LAW, it was on a completely different level. And although she wasn't going to judge anyone, Astrid didn't have a good attitude about it.

Perhaps her point of view was even a little hypocritical. Astrid really preferred to talk by her fists, but it doesn't work that way in the LAW ring. At least for the simple reason that it was almost impossible to challenge someone to a fight without loud words in front of the audience. But still, Astrid didn't have such a big ego to publicly declare that she was the best of the best.

Instead, she always preferred to prove it. That was what set her apart from many others. Yes, her words were loud. But the difference was that the Golden Dragon was always ready to confirm her any word with actions. Yes, she came here and accepted a challenge from a real veteran. Was it audacious? Definitely. But she didn't do it out of self-confidence or for the sake of hype. Not at all. She did it because she wanted to get a real challenge. Both for her abilities and for her fortitude.

And if after her debut, when she took the match away from Cecilia against Alison, not everyone understood it yet. Now, when she pressed Karen hard to the mat and held her legs tightly, the audience should have no doubt that Astrid was not here to throw loud words. The whole life of the Norwegian woman consisted of an endless series of tough challenges. Here, in LAW, she got a chance to become what she wanted to become. The legend.

"TWO!!"

The Golden Dragon allowed herself to smile, but she remained focused. Her grip was strong and she wasn't going to relax. She more than fully understood who her opponent was. Besides, she wasn't in the habit of underestimating her opponents. Astrid was sure that if she was careless, Karen would take advantage of it in the same second. Therefore, even though the referee raised her hand for the third time, the blonde was going to exhale only after the bell sounded.

And then she felt it. At the moment when the striped shirt began to lower her hand in order to slap the mat for the third time, Karen's body tensed. It was a very short moment, but Astrid knew perfectly well what it meant and what would happen next. The blue-haired woman jerked her whole body sharply, straightening her legs. And even despite all the pressure that Astrid exerted, she was thrown aside. Her opponent's strength deserved sincere praise.

Once on the mat, Astrid took a few seconds to look at the ceiling. Not because she was stunned or anything. But because of the realization that the match, apparently, was still far from over. Goosebumps ran through the Golden Dragon's body. She loved that feeling. Karen was a strong fighter and a strong-willed woman. For many, this would be a sad fact. But not for Astrid. Two strong and stubborn women in the ring. It might come as a surprise, but it wasn't just the fans who thought it was something incredibly sexy. Because Astrid thought so too.

"Tough nut, huh?" sounded a rhetorical question from the lips of the blonde.

The Golden Dragon turned on her stomach and got to her feet. She was ready to pay homage to her rival. She knew the level of her physical strength. And the fact that Karen coped with such a hard throw after a series of strikes deserved to be recognized. However, if Karen decided to continue the match, then she should be ready to accept the consequences of this decision.

Without giving the blue-haired woman time to rest, Astrid was going to grab her shoulder and force her to take a sitting position. And if her opponent was still weak, then the Golden Dragon would have grabbed both of Karen's wrists. Her plan was simple enough. Getting down on one knee behind the blue-haired woman, Astrid intended to press her other knee against Karen's upper back and then pull both of her arms back in an attempt to break her shoulder joints with a seated surfboard stretch hold!

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Karen could barely believe it. Win or loss, looking back on this match when all was said and done was surely to be an unpleasant experience. For a woman who hadn't met Karen, Astrid was unknowingly playing as the perfect counter to Ms. Starring.

Masterful striking technique against a amazon who only knew how to throw straight jabs and simple hooks.

Not to mention the seemingly endless pursuit of working her inflexibility against her.

Karen wasn't aware of just how badly said two weaknesses applied to her, but damn if Astrid wasn't making her aware now. She'd been left looking like a fool thus far, with nought but a early win in a contest of strength to her name. And even that was gained through arguable means.

With Astrid's heavy bust damn pancaking against Karen's thick thighs, the strenuous push to gain her freedom likely left Astrid barely reeling at all. And Karen was right to think so, given that she wouldn't be given a chance to take breath before Astrid was upon her again. This time, to take the woman's strength game away from her...

One more making it look as if Astrid was out to write the book on how to counter one Karen Starring in this match!

Forced somewhat upright though by no means allowed to stand, Karen was quick to catch onto Astrid's intent given the grappling of her wrists from a backwards position. There were few moves to be performed like this, after all.

With pain abound yet fury more so, Karen did as to be expected in a scenario like this. She flexed back.

Tensing her arms the moment Astrid had them, Karen would begin something of a test of strength yet again, though damn if she didn't have the disadvantage given she wasn't facing her foe. Pulling as to keep her arms ahead of her torso, where as Astrid sought to naturally do otherwise, Karen's teeth were damn near breaking as the woman ground them together. Needless to say why of course, given that exerting her strength against Astrid face to face was a hellishly exhausting task. Never mind this!

Aware even in her furious state that there was no way she could outright win a contest of strength like this, instead merely seeking to delay what Astrid likely deemed inevitable, Karen continued her forceful pull whilst moving onto one knee at a time. With the goal being simply to stand, Karen imagined she'd be shaking like hell by the time she was to one knee, given the amount of power she'd need to keep Astrid at bay.

Never what state she'd be in by the time she was standing.

Only when fully upright did Karen commit to the task of trying to outright break free, given only now did she feel like she had a chance. Albeit with a unconventional motion, as she suddenly looked to rear her ass back with a push of one leg and then the other. To ram her curvy rear right into Astrid's strong core, for an abrupt release of her wrists!

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It seemed that after what had happened, the advantage was definitely in Astrid's hands. Even the blonde was sure of it, especially after she forced Karen into the sitting position and grabbed her wrists. Yes, Astrid has always been an extremely proud woman, but at the same time she has never been narcissistic. After the series of attacks she had unleashed on the blue-haired woman, she was sure that Karen would need some time to fully recover. And she wasn't going to give that time to her rival.

But at the moment when it was time to start pulling Karen's arms back, Astrid unexpectedly met resistance. At first, her eyebrows lifted slightly, but then a defiant smile appeared on her face. Oh, it seems her rival had enough powder reserves to arrange another competition in strength. Well, Astrid couldn't refuse such an offer.

A new tug of war has begun. Only instead of a rope there were the arms of the blue-haired woman. The blonde was not going to lose the contest again, in which physical strength played a major role. Last time was more than enough. Therefore, she strained her arms in an attempt to overcome Karen's resistance and completely close her in the hold.

However, after Karen broke the pin, it was as if a whole can of gasoline was poured into her. Despite the fact that Astrid was making almost every possible effort, her opponent was getting to her feet inch by inch. Perhaps the blonde should have just let go of the blue-haired woman's wrists and hit her with an elbow in the back of the head to cool her ardor. But Astrid just couldn't do it, she was consumed with excitement. She wanted to break her opponent's resistance with pure physical strength, not with a cheap strike.

And her aspirations were destroyed at the same moment when Karen was fully on her feet. Astrid did not even immediately understand what happened at the moment when her opponent abruptly backed away. Something crashed into the belly of the Golden Dragon. It was only after she let go of the blue-haired woman's wrists that she realized it was Karen's ass. And although the ass was far from the best weapon against the steel abs, it was very unexpected and even painful. Stepping back a few steps, Astrid ran her hand over her stomach. The thought that she had just been kicked by the ass still hadn't settled in her head.

"Okay, I admit, nice ass, huh," she chuckled.

Karen was indeed able to avoid the hold in a very specific way. But if she thought that after that Astrid would stay still, then she should have thought again. Because the Golden Dragon was determined to rush forward. The blue-haired woman have deserved a share of respect, but it was clearly not enough to make Astrid doubt her position in this ring. And so the Norwegian woman was going to throw both hands to her opponent's head in order to wrap her neck and close her in a classic, but still effective side headlock hold.