Alison Seong vs Astrid Arvidsson (Clash in Mud)

"Do you like it?" Astrid asked, turning to her manager.

Victoria looked up at her ward. In fact, she has long appreciated the bikini of the Norwegian woman, but her upbringing did not allow her to brazenly stare at this almost undisguised sexy body. Therefore, when she heard the question, Victoria pretended as if she had just looked at the blonde for the first time.

"You look great," she said with a slight nod, "are you ready?"
"This is not my first match in a substance," Astrid shrugged, "and this is not my first match with a former champion, huh, so it will be okay."

The manager raised her left eyebrow slightly. She had no doubts about Astrid's strength, skills and determination, but still something bothered her. She was aware that Alison was far from the most honest person. She warned the blonde to be careful, but she wasn't sure if the Norwegian woman took it seriously enough. Astrid noticed the concern in the eyes of the Englishwoman and smiled softly, she knew that Victoria always took care of all her wards.

"Hey, I'm a big girl, remember?" Astrid said, hitting her shoulder. "So now I'll go and kick her ass."

This calmed the manager a little and she nodded. Time. Astrid smiled again and left the locker room. The woman walked down the long corridor, remembering what had led her to this very moment. On the one hand, it was exactly the same match as everyone that came before. She was always ready to enter the ring with any worthy opponent. However, this time it was the pride of the Golden Dragon that was under attack. If there was anything she didn’t like, it’s talking behind her back. And Alison went overboard when she decided to say nasty things, thinking that Astrid would do nothing about it.

She stopped in front of the curtains. Her rival's music was playing right now. Astrid took a deep breath. It was pointless to deny, this day was more important than many previous ones. Alison is a former champion only, but such matches always have a career-less impact. The Golden Dragon has not lost a single match and her popularity among the audience has increased exponentially. And today she was determined to prove that she was able to fight at the level of a world champion.

"To the last drop of sweat!" she told herself, striking her left palm with her right fist.

Attire:

Entrance Music:

Her dynamic music began and Astrid walked out from the curtains. She smiled at the applause from the audience and raised her hands above her head, clasping her palms like a crown. The Golden Dragon began to descend the ramp, slightly shaking her hips, which caused additional noise in the hall. Of course, they appreciated her for her skills and success in the ring, but apart from that, Astrid was proud of her body and saw no reason to hide it. She slowed down several times in order to give five to the most active fans, but soon she found herself in front of the fight place.

Mud pit. Well, it was not like the version of the ring that was during the match with Daisuke. And it certainly didn't look like that platform during the match with Natasha. But it was even better, because Astrid always loved to try new things. And fighting in the mud was a very exciting idea, especially considering that she was determined to trample Alison's face in the mud.

The Golden Dragon threw off her sandals and entered the pit, plunging her feet into the mud. Oh, an unusual feeling. Now she finally deigned to look at the brunette who was already waiting for her. The Golden Dragon chuckled slightly and headed to the center of the ring. Leave a free space between them? Pffff. Not this time. Astrid was determined to get close to the former champion, pressing her voluminous breasts into Alison's. With her hands on her hips, she would have grinned again, this time right in the face of her rival.

"I hope you're ready to lick mud off my ass at the end of the match, because that's what I'm going to make you do today, huh!" she said tilting her head forward to lightly poke Alison's forehead with her own forehead.

It looks like the tension this time will be even greater than when they first met. It was not hard to notice. Alison literally exuded irritation, especially after Astrid's words. It was quite funny, because this is what she wanted. She didn't start it, but she was going to end it. And the Norwegian woman saw no obstacles to tickle the nerves of the brunette, who was originally going to say nasty things behind the back of the Golden Dragon, thinking that she would get away with it. No, she can't get away with it. Astrid grinned at her rival's reply. Although the words were not the only reaction of the former champion. She moved forward, trying to push Astrid away with her chest.

Well, not bad. Astrid pushed her right leg back a little to stay in place and not allow herself to be pushed. However, the pressure has increased significantly. The blonde felt her voluminous breasts literally become one with Alison's breasts. For the audience, of course, this was another reason to create additional noise. Two women in mud, wearing bikinis, and eager to kick each other's asses. What could be better? The question is rhetorical.

"Ah, another mistake," the blonde said, "I'm just going to show the place of such a nonentity as you, huh."

One could continue this competition in pressing boobs into each other. But it's better to leave it for another time, well, or at least for a later stage of the match. The referee girl tried to get between the blonde and the brunette in order to get the opportunity to start the match. However, for Astrid, Alison has already started the match. So she, too, had the right to act.

A spark flashed in the eyes of the Golden Dragon as her right hand began to lift up. She was going to check if Alison was just as good at handling a heavy punch as at spitting out words. And in order to check this, Astrid did not think of a better way than a right elbow strike right on the left cheek of the former champion. Although she was not going to wield absolutely all the strength in every blow to save endurance, she was sure that it would be enough for the brunette at least to understand the seriousness of the situation.

She was usually above such things. Astrid did not stoop to the level of jokes and insults during the match. But this day was an exception, because her rival was a truly rotten person. What else could you call a woman who hoped to just indulge her self-esteem by leaving a few insults behind Astrid's back? It is for this reason that the Norwegian woman was not shy in words now. But words weren't the only thing she was going to use. And the elbow strike was supposed to be the first loud argument in this dispute.

She did not put absolutely all her strength into this blow, because she did not want to spend all her energy already at the beginning of the match. Still, it was enough for Alison to stagger backwards, and her head jerked to the side. Splashes of mud flew to the side as she tried to keep her balance, while the audience made a noise in the audience, welcoming the first strike of the Golden Dragon. The woman could not help smiling as she watched the brunette cover the place of impact.

It seems to have cleared her head a little. But Astrid wondered that it wasn't enough. In this mast, she was going to convey one simple truth to Alison. In the words of the former champion. The main word is not the champion, but the former. And if she was going to be proud of it for the rest of her days, thinking that it gave her the right to treats with disdain a woman like Astrid, then it was a mistake. The Golden Dragon did not know defeat and today's match is just one more step on the way to the top.

Alison muttered something, but Astrid ignored it, she only took a step forward in order to continue the attack. However, Alison did not stay in place, suddenly straightening up and attacking the Golden Dragon. Looks like the blonde pissed her off enough. Astrid realized this the moment Alison's elbow slammed into her left cheek. The woman's head swung sharply to the side, causing her golden hair to tangle. She didn't scream due to the fact that she clenched her jaw tightly at that moment, but she did not deny that the brunette had quite impressive strength. A painful impulse went through Astrid's entire head, forcing her to step back half a step.

“Okay, I get it,” she said, putting her hand to the impact place.

The descendant of the great Vikings removed her hand from her face, tossing her hair back. Like Alison, she lunged forward, raising her fists. It was possible to continue exchanging elbows, but Astrid decided to act differently. Alison said she felt worse. The Golden Dragon was going to check it out. A left jab right to the chin. And without any intermediate a right cross to the left cheek. If the brunette was good at taking a punch, then she had a chance to prove it. Because Astrid was about to go forward, sending one powerful blow after another. A left hook to the right ribs and another right cross to the chin! That was her style. She was able to literally break any protection thanks to her fiery power. And if the former champion thought she could resist it, well, now they had a chance to find out.

Sometimes you just need to trust your instincts. And Astrid believed that her instincts were very well developed. When she first started her training, she often had discipline problems. She was blindly rushing into the attack, absolutely not thinking about tactics, strategy and other nonsense. And time after time they beat the shit out of her because the only thing she was counting on was her strength. The long-haired blonde has always been an overly proud woman, but then she learned to pacify her pride. Since then, she has changed. Since then, she has become the Golden Dragon.

And this was especially evident now that she launched an attack on Alison. There was strength in her movements, but there was nothing superfluous in these movements. The first quick punch to disorient the brunette. The second punch so that she felt pain and opened the body. A punch to the ribs and finally finishing with another punch to the chin. The Golden Dragon acted like a real professional and she was not going to stop. The former champion should have regretted the day she decided to offend the descendant of the great Vikings.

And now everything was going as well as possible in favor of Astrid. She had enough experience behind her to see that Alison was about to fall. Although she was once a world champion, Astrid knew that her punches were a force to be reckoned with. And now she was going to send her rival into the mud with the last punch. The blonde took a step forward and swung. It was at this moment that rage flashed in her rival's eyes. Her arms flew forward like two starfighters, grabbing the back of Astrid's head. And before the Norwegian woman could do anything about it, Alison's head crashed into her own.

“Gggghhhh…” Astrid groaned through clenched teeth.

It was as if an anvil had fallen on her head. What the hell was this bitch's skull made of? Because of the white flash in front of her eyes, Astrid's legs literally became cottony for a second, but it was enough to drop to one knee, partially sinking into the mud under their feet. She was, of course, stubborn, but it looks like she was not the only one like that here. The only question was, whose stubbornness was fairer? And should she really allow this bastard, who imagines herself the queen of the world, to do whatever she pleases?

Her heart began to beat faster. Astrid exhaled loudly from her mouth and nostrils. Those with a good imagination might see black smoke and sparks emanating from her mouth and nose. The dragon also began to get angry. She sharply clenched her right fist and headed it up, right into Allison's upper abdomen, with this right uppercut she was going to deprive her of air and force her to bend down. And If the former champion really lowered her head, then the Golden Dragon would have thrown the same coin to her. She would try to grab the back of the brunette's head with both hands, and then direct her forehead right into Alison's forehead! With her own headbutt she wanted to see what Alison was really made of! Because Astrid was made of fire and steel!

It wasn't the first or even the second match in a substance for Astrid, so she had much less trouble keeping her balance. Of course, moving through the slippery mud was not an easy task, not to mention the fact that it limited the arsenal of movements and attacks to one degree or another. But she could work with it. Moving in the mud was not as much of a problem for the Norwegian woman as it used to be. But now there were more weighty problems.

For example, the brunette standing in front of her. Astril had no hope that the former champion could only speak. The very fact that she once took possession of the main piece of gold in the AFW indicated that she was strong enough. Therefore, the Golden Dragon was not particularly surprised that her first elbow strike failed to make a significant contribution to her advantage. And she wasn't even surprised that her furious punch combo didn’t seem to have the effect. She was fine with that.

But amazing things started right after that. The retaliatory attack from her rival made the long-haired blonde drop to one knee. After the hard collision of their skulls, she felt a little overwhelmed, but she was still capable of quick thoughts. Therefore, gathering strength into a fist, she tried to knock the air out of her rival. And she did it. It seemed like it was her chance to level the playing field, so she went for a headbutt in response. Her forehead crashed into the forehead of the former champion. Although it was pointless to deny, it caused a new wave of pain in the head of the Golden Dragon. But she hoped it was worth it.

But, apparently, this was the difference between someone like her, and, albeit a former, but the champion. Instead of at least kneeling, as Astrid did a few moments ago, the brunette remained on her feet, proving her strength. The descendant of the great Vikings did not even have time to understand what was happening, at the moment when Alison's hands began to sink lower. And it came at a high cost for the Norwegian woman. Her rival grabbed the backs of her kneecaps and yanked the earth out from under Astrid's feet. The blonde's body leaned back and she collapsed into a dark substance, spraying mud in all directions.

"Kha! Kha! Kha!" she coughed.

Mud not only covered most of her body, turning her golden hair into something ugly. Some of mud got into her nostrils, causing her to choke. And some of mud got into her eyes, depriving her of vision. Trying to pull herself together, Astrid tried to clear her eyes, but due to the fact that her hands were also in mud, it was not an easy task. The audience in the hall looked at this with some disbelief. Well, she understood them perfectly. She also did not think that her rival would turn out to be such a tough tank. She not only remained on her feet after all the blows, but first dropped the Golden Dragon on her knee, and then threw her into the mud fully, proving her undeniable advantage. Considering the intensity of passions here, it was very symbolic.