Cancelled

The roar of her rival stuck in the ears of the long-haired blonde. The fury emanating from the Juggernaut seemed to fill all the space around. Amazing. The former MMA fighter for a very long time did not have to deal with a person like Cicilia. Was she even human? This thought was too intrusive. Anger and rage are moving this girl forward. They gave her strength that allowed her to crush her enemies. Now realizing this, Astrid realized that Cicilia was indeed a force to be reckoned with. That is why Golden Dragon was determined to become the one whose hand the referee raises at the end of the match. If she can stand everything that the brunette is able to give her, then this day will not be lived in vain. Only forward, no matter what.

Grabbing her rival by the shoulders, the former MMA fighter answered her with the same coin. Astrid's teeth gritted as her head collided with the head of the Juggernaut. Whoever says anything, but such strikes have never been beneficial to the attacker's health. The resonance passed through the body of the blonde from the top of the head to the heels. Drip. Drip. What the crap? Only for a second did the girl's eyes go down. There were several red spots on the ring floor. Did she make her bleed? Astrid remembered her debut when she and Mari gave each other a grueling exchange of headbutts. Then she saw her blood for the first time in a long time. But at that time more than half of the match had already passed. But because of Cicilia, the Norwegian girl saw her blood so early like never before. It aroused passion in her.

She saw the shoke in the eyes of her rival. Maybe she was wrong, but now something told the Norwegian girl that Cicilia did not expect to meet the resistance that Astrid gave her. There is no doubt that each of them does what he does for various reasons. And she was sure that they reached this ring in completely different ways. Astrid has long decided for herself that the purpose of her life is to test herself, breaking her own limits. The girl standing in front of her was strong. The blonde did not even have enough honesty to determine who of them is superior to the other one. So she was going to find out. If the Juggernaut intends to use all her fury, then Astrid will answer everyone that she has. And now she intended to show that her determination would be her main weapon. Because what kind of person who is not determined will be ready to send another headbutt right after the first?

- Phhhak... - a choked scream escaped Astrid's mouth as a powerful hand grabbed her throat.

Quickly. Sharply. Suddenly. The first reaction of the Norwegian girl was the instinct of self-preservation, so she grabbed the hand that squeezed her neck. But her opponent’s counterattack was too rapid. Almost immediately, the German boxer took a step forward, and Golden Dragon felt her body rise into the air. Amazing. The former MMA fighter has never considered herself too big a girl. But the fact that her rival was able to lift her body with just one hand seemed amazing to her. How strong was she?

But before Astrid received the answer to this question, her back crashed into the ring like a meteorite, which managed to break through a layer of the atmosphere. A deafening clap came from her fall, while Golden Dragon's eyes widened in pain. An electric current passed through her body, filling every cell in her body. Cicilia certainly spared no effort in her efforts to crush the former MMA fighter. With trepidation in her soul, Astrid understood that if it were not for her endless training and tests that she had gone through in her life and which made her body a solid piece of metal, the German girl would surely have broken her. But now, feeling the pain fill her body, the long-haired blonde was in foretaste. If not one of them is going to retreat, then each of them has only one road.

Golden Dragon's left arm shot up, grabbing hold of the elbow of Cicilia's arm. Without a doubt and delay, the Norwegian girl was about to pull her down in order to lower the head of the Juggernaut. Astrid's right fist clenched and the elbow went towards the head of the brunette! The power and strength emanating from the German girl deserved admiration. But Astrid was not about to retreat. Not one step back. Only forward. Holding back the pain. Sparing no strength. Now she was about to use her own power to make Cicilia's approaching head feel what Golden Dragon was capable of. This custom version of the short-arm elbow smash, aimed at the left jaw of the Juggernaut, was filled not only with strength, but also with Astrid's determination. Perhaps she was the first to fall in this match, but damn her if she allows her opponent to think that everything will go the way she used to! She was sure that such a counter strike would be enough to knock down an ordinary person. But realizing who she was dealing with, Astrid hoped to make her opponent fall down.

Interesting. Once Astrid heard that the eyes are a mirror of the soul. And looking into the eyes of her rival, Astrid had a genuine interest. For a long time she had not seen such a multifaceted and even in a sense confused person. At first it was a firm determination when the brunette launched her first furious attack. Then there was a slight surprise when she received a harsh answer from Astrid. And then there was a triumph. Yes, the lavender eyes of the Norwegian girl were able to catch this moment. Golden Dragon saw that the Juggernaut was glad to grab the throat of the former MMA fighter, taking her by surprise. Was Astrid's reaction mixed? Maybe. Admiration and surprise were then in her soul. And she was sure that this was reflected in her own eyes. Did Cicilia think that Astrid was frightened and finally realized that all her efforts were futile? Of course, she could not get the answer to this question.

But now, when the face of the German boxer was approaching, and Astrid's elbow was moving up, her eyes changed again. Now Astrid clearly saw the denial. But that did not change the result. Golden Dragon's elbow collided with the Juggernaut's jaw like a truck. And the force that she put into this blow was so great that after that Cicilia literally fell back. A few seconds the Norwegian girl spent taking a deep breath, because her lungs were almost empty, and the pain in her back did not disappear. This was not surprising given the fury with which Cicilia threw her down. And yet, like her rival, Astrid took a sitting position. Now the two girls were sitting opposite each other, looking into each other's eyes. The chest of the long-haired blonde was lifting and falling heavily, however, there was a slight smile on her face. Why? Because she really was glad.

Perhaps this was a fundamental difference. Even now, looking into the eyes of her rival, Astrid realized that the brunette still did not believe what was happening. And that was understandable. Maybe Astrid didn’t know what kind of people the Juggernaut had met in this ring before, but now it was clear to her that Cicilia refused to believe that she met worthy resistance. Whereas Astrid was glad to be able to fight with a strong opponent. From here we can ask a simple question. Whose hubris was the fault? Astrid's? Or Cicilia's?

The little break that the girls accidentally presented to each other was not wasted. Watching the brunette rub her jaw, Astrid ran a hand over her own face. There was a small bloody mark on her palm. The skull of her rival was much stronger than she thought, even in spite of the result. The girl grinned slightly. Something told her that this was not the last time she saw her blood in this match. Well... with a displeased groan, Golden Dragon was the first to rise to her feet. Perhaps in a different situation, such as in her first match, she would gladly extend her hand to the Juggernaut so that both girls could continue their competition with a clear conscience and respect, at least from Astrid. However, instincts told her that if she extended a helping hand now, then Cicilia would send her a fuck. Since Astrid did not want to escalate the situation, it would probably be better if each of the girls just got on her feet before taking up a fighting stance.

- Round two? - she asked, raising her fists.

If there is a need for this, then she has the right to see in Astrid who  she wants. Let it be a sworn enemy, which must be destroyed. Let it be an arrogant daffodil, which must be put in place. May it be a dark past, which must be erased from history. Let it be just nobody. For Astrid, there was only one truth. Now a strong opponent stood in front of her. The opponent, who the Norwegian girl wants to defeat. Only such people aroused respect in Astrid. And not only respect. Only such people aroused real passion in Astrid. And passion during the fight is the best reward for her. She is not required to prove anything to anyone. No. No like this. The only person to whom she must prove something is herself. And she intends to prove to herself that she is able to defeat such a strong opponent as Cicilia. The rest was now unimportant.

Events took an interesting turn. Considering everything that happened before, the Norwegian girl was almost completely sure that after the German boxer got to her feet, she would immediately rush to the attack. But instead, Cicilia rose to her feet almost leisurely, shaking her head. And then Astrid heard questions and this made her raise her left eyebrow slightly. She did not expect her opponent to talk to her at all, given the negative she felt from her almost from the very beginning of the match. Therefore, the fact that the brunette asked a few questions surprised her a little. However, each of us is trying to find an explanation of what we do not understand, so for some reason the German girl could be understood. In addition, Astrid took this as a good sign.

- Well, if you really wanna know... - Astrid said, again touching her incision and removing a few new drops of blood, - I am smiling not because of the wound on my head, huh.

Despite the fact that her wound was not the biggest, it was still a wound. And there was no reason for joy, because in the end Golden Dragon was not masochistic. It can be only a little and only from a certain point of view. However, the essence was hidden rather closely. Astrid looked into the eyes of her rival before continuing.

- I see no reason to fight weak opponents. Self-affirmation at the expense of weak people it is not about me. And the blood on my head proves that you are strong, - Golden Dragon once again smiled slightly, - so my smile is caused by the joy that today my opponent is such a strong girl like you. Believe me or not, huh.

Astrid never lies and always keeps her word. However, given that the two girls are almost unfamiliar with each other, Cicilia can cast doubt on every word of the long-haired blonde. Well, that was her right. Each person lives as he wants. And everyone lives for what he wants. Someone lives for self-flagellation. Someone lives for money. Someone lives for self-affirmation. Someone lives for nothing. Astrid lives in order to go forward, despite any obstacles. Did she have an ultimate goal? Maybe. The girl believes that the goal is not always important. But the path itself is. Therefore, she was determined to stand it. No matter how strong the blow will be. She will try to answer twice as strong. It doesn’t matter how furious the opponent’s spirit will be. She will try to keep her cool. Not a step back. Only forward. No matter what.

- Well, if I answered your question... - she said, raising her fists again, - then we can continue, huh.

This time Astrid rushed forward first, it might even seem that her movements partially repeated the first movements of the German boxer. Having rapidly reduced the distance, the girl slightly shifted first to the left, then to the right, changing the position of her hands in order to defocus the attention of her rival. However, unlike the brunette, she was not going to shoot her fists like a cannon, sacrificing accuracy. She had enough strength and speed to direct additional forces towards technique. Quick left jab in the jaw in order to shift the protection of the Juggernaut. And the right cross to the left cheek almost immediately after that. This would give the girl the opportunity to bend down slightly for the left hook in the right side of Cicilia's torso, after that she could straighten sharply for the right uppercut to the chin of her rival!

It would be too presumptuous if Astrid said that she understood what her rival felt after the answer. However, the long-haired blonde was ready to bet that she saw the confusion in the eyes of the German boxer. Perhaps the words of the former MMA fighter were spoken for the first time in this ring, in which case the reaction of Cicilia was completely justified. Astrid wasn't born yesterday, she was well aware that there are enough in this league who would like to see you in a pool of your own blood. Enough of those who would enjoy breaking your bones. And one cannot exclude the possibility that the brunette met exactly such people in her path. Well, perhaps there was nothing to be proud of, but if the truth was somewhere nearby, then the Norwegian girl intended to turn this page in the book of the German girl. She wanted to show her rival that there are still fighters here who are fighting not to cripple and humiliate another person, but to test their own strength in a fair and uncompromising fight.

Astrid moved quickly, swiftly, prudently. Focusing, she intended to use all her strengths in order to gain an advantage. The combination of strength, speed and technique was what she needed. Boxing was her first martial art. Looking at her father, who was once a real champion, she realized that her path lay somewhere nearby. The girl gave all her strength in order to be the best. She wanted her every blow to be accurate and powerful. The first two punches gave Golden Dragon the opportunity to circumvent the defense of her rival. Her left fist crashed into the ribs of the German boxer, giving Astrid the opportunity to complete her fast-paced series. Without a shadow of doubt, the girl straightened up, sending her right fist up. Even from the side, it looked spectacular. A clash with Cicilia's chin echoed throughout the hall.

The brunette's head leaned back and she began to move back. Golden Dragon's eyes fired up as she followed her rival, preventing the Juggernaut from taking the distance. The German boxer raised her arms higher, protecting her head. Knowing the power of her blows, Astrid was amazed that Cicilia remained on her feet altogether. Even realizing the strength and resilience of her rival, she still did not stop wondering, each time this brunette found an argument to make Astrid act even faster and tougher. Now the former MMA fighter could not stop, she had to take advantage of the sparks in Cicilia's eyes after the last uppercut!

The hands of Golden Dragon soared forward, however, this time she was not going to send punch to the head of her rival. Now the Norwegian girl was going to grab the back of Juggernaut's head to lower the brunette's head down. The German boxer has already clearly shown that she can withstand the blows of Golden Dragon, so the former MMA fighter could not take the risk. Before a powerful move, she needed to soften this strong girl. Therefore, if she could use the element of surprise and lower Cicilia's head down, then she would immediately raise her knee up for a swift knee strike! Perhaps she would not have been able to break through the protection of the German girl, however, even if the knee crashed into the hands of Cicilia, then the impulse should be enough for the brunette to hit herself with her own hands!

She hoped that this fast move would give her the way forward, stunning her rival for at least a few seconds. She did not need more. Because in this case, she intended to stick her hands under the arms of the Juggernaut, fixing the double underhook hold. Golden Dragon has never been a supporter of excessive posturing. However, damn her if she misses a chance to demonstrate the results of her training throughout her life. The veins in her arms would swell, as Cicilia's body looked like clean muscles, she certainly wasn't a light feather. And yet Astrid intended to raise her rival into the air, sharply turning her upside down. But this would not have lasted long, because the long-haired blonde would almost immediately have let go of the hands of the German girl, grabbing her waist. Astrid was determined to fall into a sitting position, directing Cicilia's body down in order to firmly push her body to the mat with the crushing sitout double underhook powerbomb!

Whether this was the last revelation or not, Astrid knew now that she should focus. Each opponent deserves to be taken seriously, so the Golden Dragon was not going to slow down. Every successful hit is just a small step. And the path is made up of countless steps. And the next step forward for Astrid was a knee strike in defense of the German girl. No compromises, only power and technique. The former MMA fighter knew the limits of her abilities, this blow was not the crown of her creation. The beast was still inside and should not be woken up. Perhaps this is what they were different from. The girl who felt this powerful blow did not restrain her fury, she was sure that it was her fuel that kept her afloat. The beast... the berserker... the Juggernaut. Astrid did not need fury her every blow was unimaginably powerful without it.

It is necessary to suppress this rage. And for this, Astrid finally decided to interrupt this series of punches. The long-haired blonde was not going to deny that her rival's boxing skills were at their best, it was even difficult for her to compare them with her own. However, she did not forget that in the end this is not a boxing match, which means that nothing will stop her from using something heavier in order to cool the ardor of Cicilia.

“What...” - the girl thought, feeling the brunette’s arms curl around her waist.

Before the Golden Dragon could react to this, the Juggernaut used a powerful impulse to crush the body of the Norwegian girl with a turnbuckle and her own weight. Air came out of the lungs of the former MMA fighter when Cicilia's shoulder crashed into her. The girl’s breasts were chained with chains of pain, and her teeth gritted. It would be naive to believe that after such a good knee strike, the match will end. However, she did not even think that her opponent would be able to ignore this by launching a counterattack. Air. Need air. With pressure and pain, Astrid tightened her lungs and took a breath, raising her head. What is it? Was there a girl in front of her who was bleeding? Or was it darkness with red eyes, whose aura exerted such powerful pressure that any person's knees would shake?

"Interesting..." - Astrid thought.

And at that moment, the Golden Dragon realized what was about to happen. The fists and muscles of the German boxer made this clear. The blonde's jaw clenched as she raised both hands in front of her face, pressing her elbows tightly against the sides of her torso. Soberly assessing the situation, she understood that she had no chance to escape from the corner in which Cicilia had driven her, so a full protective stand was her best option. It was not a blow. It was a real flurry. It was comparable to the clear sky in the sea, which in the blink of an eye turned into a terrible storm. Fists crashed not only into Astrid's hands, now it seemed to the girl that every inch of her body was under attack. Her body began to tremble. Side impacts of Cicilia threw the upper body of the Norwegian girl from side to side, but she remained standing in the corner under a hail of these monstrous blows. And the endless screams of Cicilia only exacerbated the situation.

Bruises was appearing on her body in real time. The bones in her hands began to scream in pain, as did her ribs, it seemed that cracks should appear in them soon. Another blow aimed at her head went around the defense, giving her a cut on the edge of her left eyebrow. After the next blow, drops of blood together with sweat flew off the girl’s face. Many viewers put their palms to their mouths, not believing what was happening. No man can stand it. That was the end. No…

It reminded her of an episode from her past. When she first started her training, she learned one thing. It's no secret that there is no worse position for a fighter than an angle. When there are no escape routes, you are always in a losing position. And then there is only one thing left. To wait. Sooner or later, the enemy will run out of strength. We are all humans. Man cannot use his body one hundred percent endlessly. However, this time the Norwegian girl was wrong.

Amazing. Each new blow was as powerful and swift as the previous one. Her rival wasn't going to slow down, it looks like she really wasn't human. Astrid couldn't find an explanation for the brunette's strength and speed. The Golden Dragon realized this too late, absorbing too much damage. She shouldn't have waited in the hope that her opponent would slow down. Well, it looks like she'll have to take that into account.

But she was glad. Oh devil, how she loves a good fight. How happy she is in those moments when she can collide with her fists with a opponent who is strong enough. Maybe she didn't know what Cicilia was fighting for. Maybe she didn’t know what kind of person was now standing in front of her. Astrid only knew that she was grateful for the opportunity to be in the same ring with a strong opponent. When she can give everything she has and get even more in return. This was exactly what she lived for. Pure competition and testing her own skills. And now…

Astrid's eyes filled with fire, and her right hand shot forward, fingers spread. Cicilia's fist crashed into the Norwegian girl's palm, which caused a resonance throughout the girl's hand, however, even this did not prevent her from closing her fingers, grabbing her rival's fist. And just a moment later, her left hand shot forward, grabbing Cicilia's second fist in order to stop her hail of blows. Astrid could smile defiantly now. Maybe the brunettes weren't human. Maybe she was the embodiment of rage that harbored anger at everyone and everything. It was interesting. Astrid wondered if she could prove that an ordinary person could use an iron will to withstand such endless power.

Not a single step back:

She intended to pull the German girl's hands towards herself in order to bring her head closer. And along with this, the long-haired blonde was going to send her own head forward in order to send a hard double wrist lock headbutt right into the face of her rival. But unlike everything that came before, Astrid was not going to stop in order to give the German boxer time to respond. Tossing the brunette's fists aside, Astrid intended to take advantage of the lack of protection. The hail of blows from this girl was not pinpoint, each of her blows affected most of Astrid's body. However, Astrid herself preferred a more professional approach. Her lungs filled with air, which filled her hands with strength. A left jab straight into the chin and less than a second later a right jab into the long-haired brunette's face. But this time it wasn't just boxing. Immediately after the second jab, Astrid intended to flex her right arm, taking a step forward, she was going to slam Cicilia's left cheek with a right elbow strike! Her right foot landed just to the left of her left foot. The former MMA fighter's body began to pivot to the left and her left elbow rose. She intended to send a left back elbow strike to Cicilia's left cheek in order to beat the shit out of this girl and finally cool her ardor. Astrid rarely used lerdrit, this martial art was too traumatic. But now she was sure that her signature combination, which she called the dragon claws, would be a very powerful argument in this dispute.