Astrid picked herself back to her feet, panting for breath and dusting herself off. She winced as she felt the soreness in her muscles when she raised her arms for a stretch, and the weight of fatigue was setting into her body. Aesira had definitely tested Astrid's mettle, and the Norsewoman knew she would need to end this soon before her strength gave out. At least she could be satisfied that she'd given Aesira a blow she wouldn't soon forget - or, at least she thought!
When she heard Aesira still talking back to her, still defiant even as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, Astrid gasped. Her eyes widened as she looked down at the middleweight. How could she have taken a blow like that, and still want to come back for more!? Was it a bluff...or was Aesira just that durable? At this point, Astrid would believe both! "No! You can't possibly-!"
A moment later, however, the champion shook her head, straightening her back with a huff. She stood tall, locking her eyes onto her foe. "Fine, then! If it's more you want...I'm happy to oblige!"
It was time for Astrid to show Aesira what she could really do! She bent down to grab at the white-haired girl, hauling her onto her shoulders. Astrid hissed through her teeth, feeling the vertebrae in her back pop against the strain, but she knew it was the only thing she could count on at this point! Carrying Aesira to the center of the ring, she hurled herself to the mat to bring her down with the Stavanger Buster!