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

by **acuyra** Wed Mar 24, 2021 5:50 pm

And moving back. And moving back. And moving back.

Styx was dragging Astrid away from the center of the ring, heading towards the barbed wire, bit by bit. It might not have seemed like it at the moment, but she did have some semblance of a plan working in her head, an idea for getting out of this situation with her neck intact. She was going to get her opponent close to the edge of the ring, then lift her up and throw her into the harsh metal, use it to cut her up and make her leg go, to say nothing of the explosion, it would set up. Use the environment to her advantage.

It was a dangerous plan, one that could easily blow up in her face - literally - but if that was what it took to keep from getting knocked out less than two minutes into her match like a bitch, then she was down for it. It was all contingent on Astrid keeping up the hold, though. By no means guaranteed.

And wouldn’t you know it, but the worst-case scenario happened. Styx hadn’t expected to get hit while she was in the hold - that was the sort of thing she would’ve done, sure, but most of her opponents were too stupid to try the obvious thing. Astrid didn’t seem to be in that category, surprise surprise. She lashed out, nailed Styx square in the face with a stiff shot, and released her skull right away.

The blow itself was bad enough, but the sudden change had her reeling. Stunned, she fell back and rolled to the side, tumbling over once, then half of another, before she found herself staring at the edge of the ring. The corner. The last place she wanted to be.

”Fuck’s sakes.” Hissing under her breath. She flopped back and slid away from the edge of the ring. Planting her palms on the floor, she pushed her way up, shaking her head as she rose, and tried to get a bead on what Astrid was up to before the blonde could come her way again.

by skip-stop Sun Mar 28, 2021 9:38 pm

The Norwegian woman has always preferred the forceful approach, there was no doubt about that. She preferred to beat her opponent until he simply could not hold back the blows. And she never turned down a challenge, especially when it came to showing her muscles. However, that didn't make her an idiot who was just going to find out who had the bigger balls. Realizing what her rival was up to, the Golden Dragon was going to stop her using all available means.

And she was ready to swear she saw stars in River's eyes when the long-haired blonde's fist collided with the champion's head. Many in the American woman's place would have expected Astrid to try to keep the lock closed. But the former MMA fighter had not only experience, but also a good instinct. That is why she spread her legs to the sides, allowing her opponent, under the pressure of the blow, to roll back.

Wasted no time, Golden Dragon jumped to her feet. She was sure that she managed to stun the bald woman with this blow. This means that now is not the best time to lose pace. By this time, River found herself too close to the barbed wire. Yes, indeed, the blonde hoped that with the next movement she would be able to cause the first explosion. And, apparently, the American woman perfectly understood this, as she quickly orientated herself and rolled back to the center of the ring, moving away from the dangerous ropes.

"Big but smart..." thought the Golden Dragon, "a rare case."

Perhaps this was a stereotype, however, practice showed that big and strong fighters usually prefer to go forward, not caring about tactics and consequences. And if you add such an area as hardcore to this, then all this turns into nothing more than a bloody massacre. Only time can show what will happen next and how it will all end. But for now, Astrid could tell that her rival had at least a self-preservation instinct.

However, she did not want to give the champion time to recover, so, taking two steps back, Astrid began to run towards the River, which had begun to rise. Considering that the bald woman gathered her thoughts and rolled away from the barbed wire, it could be said that she had a very strong skull. The Golden Dragon Path was confident in her strength, but trying to use heavy throws without first stunning her would be sheer recklessness. This Norwegian woman could not afford today. First, she wanted to see the stars in the eyes of the champion, and only then move on to hard things.

The Golden Dragon's left foot landed hard on the mat as she began to lift her right leg bent at the knee. Perhaps to many, such a movement would seem very commonplace. However, sometimes banal attacks are the most powerful, and now the descendant of the great Vikings wanted to put in a good momentum to increase the power of her attack. Astrid was about to straighten her leg in the direction of her rival's head, wanting to cause a new ring of bells in River's skull with that push kick.

by **acuyra** Mon Apr 05, 2021 9:09 pm

This wasn’t working out well so far. That shouldn’t have been too big of a problem - she’d been in situations where she was on the backfoot before, where she’d had to fight from the bottom, that wasn’t new to her. She knew the typical ways to handle a match from there, usually coming down to outlasting her opponent and taking the advantage the moment they gave her an avenue of weakness. Only, here, things weren’t that simple. She’d thought Astrid would be too professional for this kind of match, that she’d hold back from the start and she would be able to take advantage. The reality had her as the first one to take a big spill, and she found herself where she didn’t want to be far earlier than she’d expected to be there.

Right away, she was seeing the problem moving forward. Astrid wasn’t just tough, but she had technique, maybe enough to overcome the size differences. She was the exact worst opponent Styx could face, someone who could take her raw power and return it with refinement, that she couldn’t bulldoze.

Fine. Fine, she could deal with this. She wasn’t sure how yet, but she would. Get up and keep moving.

She had just started to do that when she saw Astrid coming her way, closing the distance right away. Styx planted her feet, grit her teeth, and charged, ready to run straight into her like a freight train and bring her down with a few strong, powerful steps.

She wound up taking a boot in the face.

It slapped against her cheek with a ringing clap, heel meeting skull at full force. Styx’s head jerked back and she staggered on wobbly feet for a moment, glassy eyed, before she got her shit together and focused forward. She had to react. Had to lash out. Had to do something before this went off the rails even further.

Styx reeled back and swung wide, coming at Astrid with a clubbing lariat, putting her full weight behind the move. It wasn’t exactly poetry and motion, and that wasn’t what she was going for - she just wanted to hit this woman, needed to get some offense in before this went too far.

by skip-stop Wed Apr 07, 2021 6:42 am

That's it. In that brief moment, when the long-haired blonde's boot touched River's head, she was finally ready to believe that this would be enough for the bald woman to cool her ardor. Astrid was ready to swear she saw her rival's gaze become out of focus. She lowered her foot back onto the mat, preparing to chase the champion.

Only now did the Golden Dragon pay attention to the screams outside the ring. The audience was clearly glad that they gave their money to watch this match. A crowd of wild beasts who wanted to see two real beasts tear each other apart. The hardcore title was never the main goal of the Norwegian woman, but giving up fame and the opportunity to prove herself... a descendant of the great Vikings could not afford it.

And now, in her opinion, was the time to switch to heavy artillery. Astrid took a step forward. It's time to finally add some sparkle to this match by throwing the champion straight into the Hell of barbed wire and explosions. She was about to reach out to grab the stunned River, when suddenly her rival's gaze became focused again. Something inside the Golden Dragon sank. It was not fear, but something else. It was her instinct again. And this time, her instinct told her that she had made a mistake.

Just as River regained strength in her legs and launched a counterattack, Astrid began to raise her arms, as this was the only chance to somehow defend herself. The distance was too short for an evasion attempt, and she could only hope that… no, not this time. It really was a mistake.

"Uuughhh..." snapped out of her mouth through clenched teeth.

River's outstretched arm slammed into Astrid's upper chest without obstruction. Damn. The weight the bald woman put into this attack made it truly impressive. Not everyone was able to even just lift Astrid, not talking about a powerful throw without using significant efforts. However, now the legs of the Golden Dragon came loose from the mat, while her upper body was thrown back. It did not last more than a second, but during that second the Norwegian woman seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

And then Astrid collapsed onto the mat with a loud bang, hitting the back of her head hard. Pain filled her head and several stars began to fly in front of her eyes. The red mark on the chest after the lariat loudly emphasized the heavy breathing of the Golden Dragon. Feeling pain and dizziness, Astrid knew that there was no question of any attack right now. However, just letting River do what she wants would be too reckless. Lying on her back, it is extremely difficult to protect herself, and therefore Astrid made the only right decision.

The woman intended to try to roll two times to the side, and then rise to at least one knee. Taking into account the poor condition after the fall, she did not create illusions, realizing that her speed had decreased, but she could not help but try, hoping that even in the current state, she would be able to act faster than her rival.

by **acuyra** Wed Apr 07, 2021 7:35 pm

It was a rough, dirty move, lacking any style or finesse. A harsh move, throw like she was chopping wood instead of attacking another human being. It had her weight behind it, thrown with an aggravated fury, and it was almost as if she wasn’t aiming at Astrid but trying to hit behind her. The move was meant to cut her in half.

In other words, it was River Styx’s sort of move. And it worked.

Astrid was tough, strong, solid, but that didn’t stop her from getting floored by the blow. Desperate as the attack was, it had more than enough power to do that job. She’d tried to get her arms up in defense, likely realized what was coming, but that didn’t amount to much - too little, way too late. The blow hit so hard that Styx had to slam her feet down after it to keep from stumbling off, and she was more than happy to see it sent her opponent flying. Good impact, there. ”Sit the fuck down.”

As much as she really, truly wanted to be cocky about all this, she knew better than to bask - after all, she hadn’t scored all that much of victory there, not even a small one. Astrid had already shown that she was capable of ringing Styx’s bell, and she’d go back to business as usual soon enough...unless Styx kept pouring on the pressure.

She spun about after the blow to see Astrid rolling away, trying to force her way up, looking to get back on even ground. Not happening, not if she had her way. She rushed in, reached down to grab at her opponent’s throat, and tried to lift her up and push her away with a strong, forceful shove - nothing too serious on its own, but she was looking to toss her towards the barbed wire, put her in the worst spot this ring had to offer.

by skip-stop Thu Apr 08, 2021 6:56 am

At first, this seemed like a very sensible idea, because Astrid definitely did not want her rival to sit on her and start sending punches in her face. Even though she had to deal with such things quite often in MMA, she had no desire to engage in such a brawl, given the size of River. So now the most correct decision was to regroup, returning to an upright position and taking a little time to drive away the pain and dizziness.

And many even thought that the Golden Dragon almost succeeded, because the woman rolled to the side and even got up on one knee. The only problem in this situation was that as soon as she lifted her head to look at her rival, something tightly closed on her throat. Ah, now everything has become a little clearer. Not bad, really. The champion wasted no time, because it was she who in the blink of an eye approached Astrid, grabbing her by the throat.

If this had happened at a time when the back of Astrid's head was not filled with pain, and the fog in her eyes was out of the question, she probably would have been able to come up with something in order to prevent River's attack. However, now she only mechanically grabbed the bald woman's hands, trying to loosen her grip. The American woman's fingers were like pincers, squeezing the blonde's throat with incredible force, it was not only painful, and deprived her of the ability to breathe normally.

Perhaps in a few seconds she would be able to pull herself together and finally make an attempt to free herself, but the champion was ahead her again. The bald woman straightened to her full height, lifting the Golden Dragon to her feet, which only increased the pressure on her neck. Astrid growled barely audibly, feeling the pain. It was worth admitting that it was really impressive, Astrid knew how to recognize the strength of the enemy. But the night is just beginning.

Astrid felt River put a lot of effort into pushing her. Well, she really did it. Unable to stop her body, the blonde headed straight for the barbed wire. And although the champion's hands were no longer squeezing her throat, this was not much of a consolation. And in fact it was annoying. She was not used to being thrown around like some kind of rag to clean the floors. The Golden Dragon's legs got tangled and she fell on all fours, at that moment many held their breath. Why? Because when Astrid lifted her head and looked ahead, she found that the barbed wire was literally an inch from her face. The woman clenched her jaw with such force that she heard the grinding of her own teeth.

"Fucking bitch..." Astrid whispered, realizing that she was beginning to fill with anger.

It would be an idiotic joke to suggest that River now decide to stand aside. Astrid really was near the most dangerous place in the ring. And if her rival was not approaching her right now to send her to the land of explosions, she would be very surprised. But she didn't have to show that she was ready to resist. Sometimes the beast needs to be allowed closer. And if Astrid heard River's footsteps behind her, then she would finally try to jerk to the side. Try to take the distance again? Yes, that sounds good. But what if she tried to place one foot in front of the champion's ankle and hit her calf with the other, intending to send her opponent's upper body right into the barbed wire with a drop toe-hold?

by **acuyra** Thu Apr 08, 2021 8:59 pm

Yeah, it was a simple move. Styx liked her simple moves. They were her bread and butter, after all - she had never really been formally trained as a wrestler, being honest about it. Oh, she did do some sparring with Abattoir every now and then, picked up a few moves, but that was more of a recent thing, something out of boredom. No, the kind of training she had was what she picked up from the ring, and the scars across her body told the story well enough. She was brawler, was made that way, would always be that way, and she was damn proud.

Astrid was skilled. Astrid was good. But she had the brute force on her side, and she was willing to bet that would override anything fancy her foe could whip up. All she had to do was survive this match, and she was born to survive. A natural at it.

Styx lifted her up, hurled her, and there wasn’t anything in Astrid’s fancy arsenal that could stop her from getting flung across the ring. She rolled along the floor, took a hard tumble towards the barbed wire, and…

...shit. Close. ”Fucking really…” Styx muttered under her breath as she watched her foe survive and escape with her skin intact. It didn’t make for a happy sight, but she could deal with this. The bitch wasn’t getting away that easy.

Styx rushed forward, raised her leg to kick Astrid into the barbed wire, and made the biggest of the night - so far.

A drop-toehold. Simple move, so simple that Styx knew how to do it herself. What she didn’t know, however, was how to counter it or protect from it. So when she fell forward, arms flailing toward the metal, all she could do was brace herself for the pain and hope it would help.

It didn’t. The ring lit up like a burst of Christmas, sparks flying in every direction, an ear-piercing burst of noise that, thankfully, was enough to drown out Styx’s shriek as her hands and chest fell into the barbed wire, cutting at her flesh and leaving deep gash. She pushed her way off and rolled to the side, but the damage had already been done, as a deep gash cut into both her palms, and a streak of red showed through her torn shirt. ”Fuck! Fucking shit, goddamn it-” Styx broke into a flurry of curses and roll about on the floor, leaving a few bloody handprints in her wake.

by skip-stop Tue Apr 13, 2021 9:39 pm

The simplest word that could describe it is "exciting". Up to this point, the Norwegian woman has always used only her own body to inflict pain on the enemy. But, now that her legs were wrapped around River's leg and the bald woman began to fall, Astrid's heart seemed to skip a beat. She managed to see the surprise in the eyes of her rival, the champion knew exactly what awaited her. And she could not prevent this in any way, even despite the hands with which she began to wave in an attempt to somehow protect herself.

Perhaps for those outside the ring, the roar of the explosion drowned out River's scream. But the Golden Dragon, who was too close to her rival, heard the screams of the American woman in all its glory, which were filled with agony. Sharp thorns dug into the skin on River's arms and penetrated under her shirt. Already at that moment, when she jerked to the side, the long-haired blonde saw how a few drops of blood fell on the mat. The woman felt that her heart began to beat faster, only now she heard the audience shouting excitedly.

Astrid got to her feet, looking at her rival. River rolled on the mat, leaving bloody footprints with her hands. Astrid never considered herself a sadist and she did not perceive blood as an object capable of arousing her. But now a shiver ran through her body, notifying her that not just a fire burned inside her, but a fire of passion. She was always turned on by a good fight. And now, looking at the blood that she let out of her rival, the Golden Dragon realized that this would be a fight for life and death.

"Time to show what fucking hardcore is!" thought Astrid.

The blonde held her right hand up, urging the audience to create some noise for what she was about to do. And then she rushed forward, picking up speed and approaching the champion. She never held back during the fight, but today she was allowed a lot more than usual. And therefore, today the Golden Dragon could show absolutely everything that she had, even if it meant turning this bald woman into a bloody mess.

She intended to push off the mat, bending her right leg at the knee. Perhaps it would be fair to say that Astrid would hardly have done it in another match. Or maybe she would have done that anyway, now it didn't even matter. It was a match for the title of the toughest person in the federation. And she was determined to prove that she was able to withstand any test and was ready to do anything in order to defeat her rival.

And now the Golden Dragon intended to sharply straighten her right leg, lowering her foot directly to River's head in a try to crush her face with a curb stomp. Perhaps the wounds from the barbed wire and the stuns from the explosion were already enough for Astrid to go for the heavy movement attempt. But first, she wanted to bump the face of the American woman against to the mat. Not only to finally stun her, but also to let her know who she's contacted today.

by **acuyra** Wed Apr 14, 2021 8:41 pm

This was a new thing for the Friction crowd. Sex? Oh, they had that all the time, were numb to it, that couldn't stun them anymore. Violence? They got that all the time, too, though rarely with this high of a potential for damage. But explosions? It was a novel thing, the sort of thing they had no experience, and their first reaction to it was nothing less than electric. They erupted into a cacophony of screams and shrieks, of cheer and wails, as the entire arena lit up and sparks flew in every direction in a blinding flash. It was a beautiful display, and Styx wished to hell that she could’ve seen it. But no. No, she was on the floor, bleeding, hurting, sliced up by barbed wire, with her ears ringing. What a lovely day.

Styx brought her hand to her face and rubbed along her scalp, feeling the wetness along her fingers. Blood and lots of it, dripping down in rivulets, coming out of more holes than she could count at the moment. She opened her eyes as she pulled away and saw the droplets, already making puddles of crimson beneath her. It had been a good while since her skin had that metal against her, since she felt that bite. It was bringing her back to her earliest days, her first fights, the underground matches and rusty cages. That was the kind of energy she needed right now.

Astrid was tough. Tougher than Styx had been was willing to admit, but it was becoming quite clear now. She drew first blood

”Okay, bitch.” She planted her first on the floor and pushed up. ”So, that’s how it is…”

She was on her way up when she saw the shadow approaching. Styx looked over her shoulder and sure enough, Astrid was right there, bearing down on her. She recognized the positioning right away, since she’d been on the giving end of this move more than a few times. She had to put a stop to that - at this rate, Astrid was going to run her down, take her out before she had a chance to mount any offense.

As much as she hated retreating, there wasn’t any other way around it - she needed to make distance and she needed it now. She threw herself hard to the side to avoid Astrid’s curbstomp and rose up to her feet as quick as she could manage, trying to stand before her opponent could come bearing down on her.

by skip-stop Thu Apr 15, 2021 6:58 pm

"What the fuck?" Astrid thought.

It was the only thought that came to her at the moment when her rival's bald head escaped collision with the long-haired blonde's boot. She was already ready to say that she felt her foot pressing the champion's skull into the mat, however, a second before the collision, River managed to jerk to the side, thereby saving herself from what the Golden Dragon was preparing for her.

The Norwegian woman's foot landed hard on the mat and a resonance wave passed through her bones, causing her jaw to clench tightly. Don't believe it hurts? Try it yourself. If she were a little less restrained, she probably would have begun to curse everything in the world because of this misunderstanding. However, Astrid restrained herself, glaring angrily at the champion, who, having taken some distance, began to rise to her feet. Yes, there was indeed anger in her eyes, but not only, because in the end Astrid knew perfectly well that each of them would do everything necessary to win. She longed to receive this title, and her rival did not intend to part with it. Everything is fair, all that remained was to find out who would run out of blood faster today.

"Not bad... not bad..." the blonde caught herself on the thought.

The fact that River in this state was able to figure out that she should do everything in her power to avoid this attack deserved respect. Astrid has always respected those who were equal or superior her in strength. And yet this did not mean that the descendant of the great Vikings was happy about this fact. She lost the chance to multiply her advantage and now her desire to smash River's head has become even stronger.

Apparently, the audience wanted the same, which began to make noise even louder. It seems that after the first explosion and at the sight of the first blood their mouths filled with saliva. This was not surprising, people have always loved to watch other people get hurt. And now that River had robbed them of the show that Astrid's boot could provide, the audience clamored for more. Well, keeping them waiting was not a good idea, and besides, the Norwegian woman herself did not mind turning this ring even more red.

And in order for her rival to regret not staying in place, the Golden Dragon rushed forward, hoping to catch the champion before she could fully regain her position. Now that the American woman was already partially on her feet, Astrid had no choice but to try again to hit her with something powerful enough to send River down.

The Golden Dragon tried to speed up as much as possible, and then put her right foot to the left of her left foot. Her body began to rotate, gaining her momentum of speed. Perhaps a kick now would be a pretty good decision, but the Norwegian woman was too eager to crush River literally. And so she was about to stretch her right hand out to the side in order to try to bump into the champion's chest with a discus lariat!

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