Cyber Saturday - River Styx (Hardcore Champion) vs. Astrid Arvidsson

Fucking shit. It could not be called otherwise. Astrid was used to tough matches that kept her going forward despite her complete lack of strength. But now, when the strength flowed out of her along with the blood, things were getting worse by the second. This was the difference between tough matches and bloody matches. But it was the real hardcore. This is what people paid money for today. And that is why the Golden Dragon was here today. She was a fucking warrior who was going to prove to herself first of all that she was capable of it. Fight at the championship level, bleeding to death. What could be a tougher challenge?

That's why she tried to get to her feet. Her gaze was covered with a white veil, and her body became very heavy. The pain was what was holding her down now. Still, she got up on all fours. Beneath her was a pool of her own blood, which she could see even through the fog. Not surprising, the torn skin on the head and left arm looked like a river of blood. Quite ironic.

At least her hearing had finally returned. And now she heard her name sounded in the hall. They seemed to like the determination of the Norwegian woman. This could not but please her. At the time when she picked the shit out of the rivals in the Octagon, she didn't really think about the popularity and love of her fans. Just another match and nothing more. But here in Japan the atmosphere was completely different. Here, the audience truly appreciated the tenacity and strength of temper of the Golden Dragon. Here she truly began to appreciate those who supported her. But there was at least one person in this hall who didn't like it all.

River knelt down in front of the blonde and grabbed her hair. And it didn't look like she was going to help her up. Astrid grabbed the wrists of her rival, but she did not have the strength to remove these hands from her head, she lost too much strength during this period of time. Damn. She didn't even cry out. It seemed that when River pushed the face of the Golden Dragon against the mat, all sounds completely disappeared. It seemed that every spectator was silent. Astrid's body, still on all fours, jerked convulsively.

She was still holding the champion's wrist as the bald woman lifted Astrid's head again. But it didn't last long. And when the blonde's face was again directed to the mat, one sound was clearly heard. Crack. Astrid's nose was broken and blood gushed from her nostrils. She did not know about it, but some spectators covered their mouths with their hands, unable to believe in the cruelty of what was happening. Damn. Things didn't go the way they should. The hands of the descendant of the great Vikings let go of River's wrist and fell lifeless on the mat. But something stirred inside the woman, although no one could see it.

"Do you want to die?" a deep voice rang out in her head. "Or you will show what you are really capable of?"

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This was extremely rare. Only in two matches. During her debut with a lovely white-haired girl. And during a match with an angry lion. She could always cope on her own, holding back the power that could destroy everything. But sometimes you have to forget about all the limitations. Astrid's heart began to beat faster. The dragon finally opened eyes. The dragon has finally awakened. Her gaze was still clouded, but now she didn't need her vision. She knew perfectly well where her enemy was. Right in front of her. Moreover, River began to lift Astrid's head for the third time.

The face of the Norwegian woman now looked like a bloody mess. Almost every inch of her face was red from blood. River began to say something. And at that moment Astrid's left hand shot up, grabbing the top hem of the champion's T-shirt. The Norwegian woman's lips curved into a wild smile as she clenched her right fist. With a roar that could surely be heard on another continent, she pointed her right hand up. Right to River's chin. Did she want to see the dragon? She got it. Because now Astrid was about to count the teeth in her opponent's mouth with a right uppercut, into which she put the power that she usually held back during matches! The real power of the Golden Dragon.

The pain in her knuckles as Astrid's uppercut hit its target cleared the blonde's mind. Somewhere in a parallel universe, her fist was enveloped in a bright flame, and at the moment of impact, this flame enveloped River's head. However, it was worth returning to reality, because even without the flame, the impact of the awakened Golden Dragon was enough for the bald woman to collapse on her back. And although she lay motionless for some time, no one noticed the visible damage. It looks like her skull is made of something stronger than calcium, since any other fighter at least tasted blood in his mouth after such a blow.

It was only after taking a deep breath that the Norwegian woman finally realized what had just happened. The adrenaline that swept through her entire body and mind became a catalyst for her power and she struck a blow faster than she could realize it. But now she could feel the power flowing through her veins. Someone call it second wind. But at such moments, she always believed that this was how the real Golden Dragon awakened. The blonde ran her right hand over her forehead, removing the blood. She didn't care much about the two streams of blood coming out of her broken nose, but the blood from the head wound could get into her eyes, which she didn't need.

River started to stir and Astrid reacted to it immediately. With one movement, she rushed forward, preventing her rival from taking a sitting position and orienting herself in what was happening. Pain, adrenaline and a thirst for victory now combined into a hellish mixture that unleashed the potential of the Norwegian woman and she was going to take advantage of it. She was going to make River pay for every blow and every word that came out of her filthy mouth.

The Golden Dragon intended to send a right cross to the American woman's head. And even if the champion still had enough clarity of vision in order to put a block, Astrid could live with it. After all, the purpose of this blow was not damage, now she was going to put River on her back again. And if she succeeded, then everyone would finally be able to understand why all this was needed. If River was lying on her back again, then everyone could notice that the Golden Dragon is sitting right on her rival's belly, and this could remind that Astrid was an outstanding MMA fighter before pro-wrestling. There was strength, passion, anger and a complete lack of fear in her eyes and smile.

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“Feel my power…” came a trembling and growling voice and it seemed that at this moment Astrid's nose was not bleeding, but smoke and sparks.

The easiest way to call it a hail. Astrid's fists clenched, and the muscles in her arms tensed so hard that veins began to crawl out from under her skin. Strike. Another strike. To the cheek. To the nose. To the chin. To the temple. Strike. Another strike. Injecting fire and strength into each blow, the Golden Dragon was about to turn her rival's head into a bloody stain. Ground and Pound. Ruthless and merciless. Even if her opponent raised her forearms in front of her, Astrid would just keep punching, knowing that her punches would break that defense with River's bones. And with each blow, from the nose Astrid's blood dripped onto the champion beneath her, but she didn't even notice. This tactic was one of her favorites in the good old days. This is not suitable for every fighter, but for Astrid, who possessed truly wild strength, it was as natural as breathing. And she figured that if it didn't kill River, it would at least knock enough shit out of her, making it impossible for her to move.

On one side, it was a bit of a strange situation. Astrid was a very down to earth person and used to seeing things crisp and clear. This applied to matches too. She was used to seeing results here and now, and that was usually how it worked. Each blow must have certain consequences. But now, despite the fact that her fists collided with River's head over and over again, it was difficult for her to tell what exactly these blows left behind.

Just a minute ago, everything was simple enough, River grabbed her head, pushed her face against the mat several times, which led to the fact that Astrid's nose was broken. And Golden Dragon was sure that she would hear the same crunch after one of her savage blows, but she did not get that enjoy. And although she put all her might into each of these blows, she couldn't tell that it was enough. Blood? It could have been Astrid's blood from her nose that continued to drip, it was definitely not an indicator. Damn... even that wasn't enough to at least break this bald woman's lip?

This thought made the Norwegian woman speed up. It cannot be that at least one of her blows did not leave visible damage on the champion's face, it was simply physically impossible. Not believing in this, Astrid was going to beat her rival until there was not even a wet place from River. Although, of course, if only barbed wire and explosions could make the American woman bleed, then Astrid was in trouble. Speaking of barbed wire...

Astrid expected her opponent to put up a defense. And she was ready to dash any of River's hopes of covering her head. But, apparently, not only the blonde had a fiery disposition here. River was absolutely not going to sit out in defense, instead of making a block, her hands were busy searching. Perhaps she hoped Astrid wouldn't notice in her rage. However, she was not blinded by the angry emotions that washed over her. Although we have to admit that she was too focused on striking. And she saw the wire in River's hand late enough.

Another very dastardly move that would surely have led to much more disastrous consequences if the Golden Dragon did not have time to raise her right hand in front of her face. The wire dug into the skin, tearing it, causing another painful gust. But she could live with it, a new wound in her arms would not prevent her from continuing to beat the champion. Unfortunately, although the hand took most of the damage, the tip of the metal whip still reached the Golden Dragon's face.

"Aasshh!!!" burst out of her mouth.

Astrid didn't know this yet, but after a few moments she would realize that in fact it was just a small cut on her cheek, which was a trifle compared to everyone else. However, the blonde's brain reacted quickly enough, she did not want to get a few more similar whips, so she jerked to the side, getting off the River. And still she did not want to leave her rival on such a chord. Therefore, before moving far enough away and getting to her feet, the Norwegian woman was about to kick the champion's head with her foot, trying to aim at the face area. Another small gift for those collisions of the blonde's face with the mat, so to speak.

Astrid didn't want to get off her rival. She could swear that if she had had a little more time, she would have destroyed the champion. However, the instinct of self-preservation worked faster than she could make another decision. The long-haired blonde rolled to the side, but did not leave River without the last blow. She was pleased to feel how her boot left a dent in her rival's skull. And with even greater pleasure she heard the curse flew out of the mouth of another woman.

Taking a short distance and rising to one knee, the Golden Dragon was able to take the first deep breath in a long time. She felt the adrenaline rush through her veins. This greatly dulled the pain, but now she was finally able to fully appreciate the condition of her body. Both hands were torn and blood oozed from many wounds, not to mention the burns. The incision on the bridge of the nose and the swollen nose did not look the most pleasant way. And now she finally felt something else. What is this strange sensation on her head? It didn't look like a wound.

Astrid ran her hand over her head and found that hair was missing in some places. The Norwegian woman quickly realized what was the matter. She turned and looked at the barbed wire, indeed, a few curls remained there. This is not to say that it completely destroyed the beauty of her golden hair, but this fact filled her with anger again. Astrid glared at River, who by this time had already begun to rise to her feet. And suddenly Astrid's lips curved into a bloody but very self-satisfied smile.

Now she could look at the results with a clear eye. She was wrong when she thought River's skull looked like iron. And it was definitely not Astrid's blood. The champion's face was like an eggplant. The old and rotten purple eggplant. The blonde looked down at her fists, the skin on her knuckles torn. Sometimes she herself did not realize the force of her blows. But the bruises, wounds and swollen areas of River's face clearly indicated that the power of the Golden Dragon was one that you must reckon with. The descendant of the great Vikings rose to her feet to the applause of the audience. And although she looked confident, she could feel how tired she was. The blood loss was doing its job too well. Usually the blonde was confident in her stamina, but now her strength was leaving her much faster than usual.

It's time to end it all. It's time to take what she deserves. She was about to take a step forward, when suddenly she saw that her rival was wrapping wire around the fist. All is fair in war, right? It was very clear that River had to compensate for her current state. Of course, this method should have hurt her, but it was obvious that if Astrid took punches reinforced with barbed wire, then the champion's pain would be more than justified.

"Ahah" the Golden Dragon laughed relatively quietly but sarcastically, "a filthy whore can't do without help? Well, come here, bitch, I don't need the barbed wire on my fists to knock the shit out of you!"

The descendant of the great Vikings beckoned the champion with her index finger, and then raised her fists, taking up a fighting stance. Even though she gained the power of the Dragon by opening a second wind, she understood that it could not last long. And given the bleeding, which almost every second weakened her even more, she was not sure if she could cross the border of her own strength this time, if the moment came. It should have been done right now. It's about her or River. And Astrid had already made her choice.

It was difficult to say if Astrid had managed to anger her rival even more. And without her words, it was clear that the champion treated the blonde with insane hatred. Well, it was mutual, in such a match there can be no other relationship. However, Astrid was sincere in her words, she would never say what she did not really think. And, to prove the veracity of her words, she was determined to deal with the bald woman.

River launched the attack and now she was most like a train moving forward, not paying attention to anything. The Golden Dragon braced herself, trying to concentrate her attention as much as possible. It was obvious that her rival would try to use barbed wire on her fist, which just meant that the Norwegian woman needed to dodge the blows. She was lucky that boxing was the backbone of her style. And although she was used to going on the attack, now she should go to the defense.

The first fist was send to the blonde's head and she took a step back to avoid it. The more blows River sends, the faster she will lose the rest of her power. Another blow and Astrid took another step back. Damn, these blows didn't stop. The Champion kept going forward, trying to get to the Golden Dragon by any means possible.

If it was a regular match, this would not be a problem. Astrid could move to the ropes and then took a step to the side. But the problem was that now she was deprived of such an opportunity. And if her back comes into contact with the ropes, then her position is likely to become irreparable. And there were no more than two steps left to the ropes.

"Shit..." she thought, realizing that she could no longer back down.

She only hoped that River had lost enough strength after those blows that did not reach the target. Astrid stopped abruptly, raising her left hand to head level. A fist wrapped in barbed wire slammed into her forearm, ripping the skin and flesh even further. A choked groan escaped the mouth of the Norwegian woman, she could swear that the sharp thorns would almost reach her bones. The pain was literally unbearable. Pain, anger and fatigue. These were the very things that now overwhelmed her. And she had a responsibility to steer these things in the right direction.

The left hand of the descendant of the great Vikings began to tremble violently, this served as a sure sign that she was gradually losing control of her body. Gathering her will into a fist, she threw her left hand forward, at the same time raising her right hand. She couldn't let River escape. Escalation was now the only possible solution. Therefore, the Golden Dragon intended to grab the back of her rival's head. And if she succeeded, then she would have taken a step forward without hesitation. She wanted to take as much momentum as possible in order to move her head forward and send a devastating headbutt right into the bald woman's face.