[Oil Match] Astrid Arvidsson (D) vs Daisuke Takeuchi - All bets are off

The rumble of the crowd increased with each passing second. The flame that the Norwegian woman set free, stopped the onslaught of her rival. She saw the surprise in his eyes. And it made the strings of her soul shudder. This was not the first time she had seen such a look. And it always turned her on. Even Astrid had dark corners of the soul. And in one of these dark corners, the enjoyment of such moments was kept. The blonde was a very proud woman. And she always felt genuine pleasure when her opponent finally realized her strength.

Astrid devoted her whole life to becoming the strongest. She was proud of her origins and she was determined to immortalize her name. Many came here for money. Others came here for their own pleasure. But the Golden Dragon was here because she was a real warrior. The passion for battle has always awakened her true nature. Astrid saw only one road. The road forward. And nothing could stop her.

This is what she intended to show at the moment when Daisuke began to lose ground. Astrid looked straight into his eyes and there was a smile on her face. Oh. His words. For her, these were not just words. This intonation. The expression on his face. For a moment, Astrid's eyes seemed to turn red, even though it was just a trick of light. And then the Japanese guy dropped to one knee. Astrid towered over him, casting a shadow. The proud golden dragon and her prey.

The audience chanted her name, because she had just won in a pure test of strength. And she would be a liar if she said she didn't like it. Damn, she really did. Back when she hit people in the octagon, she didn't care much about the fans. But here she was able to look at all this from a different angle. Here she felt real support. Here, they truly admired not only her body and her skills, but her temperament as well. Not a step back. Only forward. To a new challenge. Such was Astrid. And they loved it.

"Darling," she said, as her smile became more defiant, "you have no idea what's possible."

She didn't start it. But she will end it. The Japanese guy himself came to her and hit her pride. And so the long-haired blonde was not going to back down. Daisuke's words were like honey to her. But she wanted to hear different words. She wanted to hear him call her the best wrestler.

Before showing the brunet what she was really capable of, the Golden Dragon was going to knock all the crap out of his head and left him stunned. And now she had a great opportunity for this. Without warning, she was about to jerk his arms toward her, bringing his head closer. At such a short distance, even oil could not interfere with her. Strikes has always been her strongest point. Well. Now is the time to remind about this. Because the blonde was about to lift her right leg in order to ram Daisuke's head with a double wristlock knee strike!

Do not wake the dragon. Of course, in most cases, these words were perceived as a proverb. But in Astrid's case, it was literal. Despite being a proud woman, she usually kept her emotions in check. Well, at least she tried to do that. But she could not remain calm in those moments when someone questioned her strength and her skills. And even more so, she could not remain calm in those moments when someone tried to mock her. It was at such moments that a real fire lit up in her.

Although in fairness it should be noted that Daisuke has not yet met a real dragon. The beast sleeping inside the Norwegian woman very rarely opened its eyes. But when this happened, the ground under the blonde's feet usually turned red from the blood of her rivals.

And yet, now her inner fire was enough to surpass the strength of the Japanese guy. Astrid looked with pleasure into Daisuke's eyes, in which she saw, if not fear, then something similar. It seems that for the first time ever, he realized that she was trying to swallow too large a bite. Astrid, without any doubt, jerked her opponent towards her and sent the knee right into his face. There was a loud sounds of colliding bones, followed by a groan from the brunet.

She felt Daisuke's body go limp and begin to lean back. Surely if she let go of his wrists, he would collapse without feeling into a puddle of oil. However, the Golden Dragon did not allow this to happen, she had other plans regarding the body of her rival. She didn't let go of his wrists and didn't let him fall. Instead, she took a step forward. It's time to show why everyone who enters the ring with her become convinced that Astrid is the very force that everyone needs to reckon with.

Standing to the side of the Japanese guy, Astrid intended to wrap her arms around his waist. The audience started to make noise at this moment. They knew this move. And now Daisuke also finds out about it. Astrid's arms tensed again. Even she needed some effort to lift the brunet, but thanks to her wild strength that she was able to do it.

"Victim for the dragon!" shouted Astrid.

Having lifted the Prince above the mat, she intended to turn him over and put him on her shoulders. However, this would not have lasted even one second, as Astrid was about to immediately pull Daisuke down while spreading her legs to take a sitting position. Right now, the Norwegian woman was intent on sending her opponent's body to a tough meeting with the mat by the help of one of her mighty finishers!

And if everything went smoothly and without a hitch, she wouldn't have to change anything. She was only going to slightly shift her legs in order to use them to press Daisuke's hands to the mat and oil. While punches and kicks helped her soften her rivals, her powerful throws served only to destroy them. And now the long-haired blonde was determined to hear three counts while Daisuke, according to her plan, was locked in a sitout pin.

"ONE!"

And that was three. When she heard the third clap and the ringing of the bell, Astrid didn’t hold back her emotions. A wide smile appeared on her face, and her eyes sparkled playfully. The Norwegian woman removed her legs from Daisuke's arms and let go of his waist, allowing his body to fall completely onto the mat. To loud applause, the Golden Dragon rose to her feet. Her breathing was heavy and she felt tired, but the sweet taste of victory more than made up for it.

With everything that had happened during and prior to this match, now was the perfect moment for the long-haired blonde to place her foot on the Prince's chest or face in a victory pose. Something told her that he would have done just that if she had been in the loser's shoes. And she would be lying if she said she didn't want to do that. She would be lying if she said she didn't want to teach him a lesson. A tough and rough lesson. But a lesson he won't forget.

But a real warrior will never mock a defeated enemy. And this was not the path of a descendant of the great Vikings. Instead, Astrid raised her arms triumphantly above her head, folding her palms like a crown. Shouts and applause in the hall increased. She looked exactly as she should. A proud woman who never turns down a challenge. Because there was a fire in her soul that no one and nothing could put out.

Astrid dropped her arms and took a step forward. She glanced at the Japanese guy. There was still a smile on her face. There was nothing malevolent about that smile, but it was easy to see that Astrid was proud of this victory, especially given the circumstances that led to this match. She defeated Daisuke in his own game on his own terms. The Norwegian woman extended her hand to her opponent.

“Was a good match, huh,” she said, and while it seemed like she had forgotten about it, after a short pause, she added: “I think you owe me two things. And I want to hear these words first."

It wasn't necessary for Astrid. She knew this from the very beginning. And this whole match was only for that there would be no those who doubt it. Mud. Oil. Chocolate. Iron chains. Tables. Explosives. She will never back down. But this match had conditions. She was a woman who is always responsible for her every word. If she would have lost, she would recognize Daisuke as a better wrestler than her. And now she was interested to see if the Prince had the courage to admit defeat and not try to get out like a slug of the situation in which he found himself due to his exorbitant ego.

The Norwegian woman has never had a particular passion for intergender matches. But a challenge is a challenge. And she was one of those who would never give up the opportunity to test her own strengths. Plus, she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the match. When they first met, Daisuke seemed like a cocky jerk to her. But now, when it was all over, it was no longer so important to her.

Especially after the Japanese guy took her helping hand. Every match must have a winner. And Astrid has always strived to be a winner, no matter the circumstances. Although she was not a malevolent person, she really wanted her rival to fulfill the terms of their deal. At the very least, she wondered if the Prince would be willing to admit defeat instead of trying to find excuses.

And it was worth giving him his due, Daisuke looked her straight in the eyes and recognized her as the better wrestler. Even the audience appreciated this directness. Astrid's smile widened slightly. It was a very unusual match. And now the Golden Dragon was satisfied. She was not sure if Daisuke would fulfill their deal. So now the blonde was glad she was wrong.

“Don't forget about it, huh,” she said, winking at the Prince.

At this point, the audience began to make noise even louder. It seems they remembered that there was another point in their deal. Astrid hadn't forgotten about that either. This match really made Astrid feel passionate. Only a blind person will not see some sexual connotation in a situation where a man and a woman, smeared with oil, are pressed against each other. Therefore, the blonde in no way forgot that the Prince owed her something else. But...

"Well..." she said, and then took a step forward.

Astrid approached Daisuke, leaving almost no space between them. Her lush breasts pressed against his torso, now neither the cameras nor the audience could see what was happening between them. The young woman brought her lips to his ear.

"I'm sure you won't mind pleasing my feet in a more private setting," she whispered, "will be waiting for you in my locker room."

After that, without saying anything more, the blonde turned around and left the ring. The audience did not like too much that the Golden Dragon was leaving the arena, because they needed a spectacle. But now Astrid wanted her to enjoy it, not them. In addition, she was sure that Daisuke would be glad that he would have to fulfill his promise without the participation of thousands of eyes. Astrid disappeared behind the curtains. She was determined to get to the locker room and then get what they agreed on. And maybe a little more.