GASTER vs Alex Drizzle - 2/3 Tables POW Match

[Vc0m]

Had GASTER been just a bit more clear headed, she definitely would've questioned just how was she still in this match? After all that Alex did to her, it was surprising that she still wasn't out of it, barely hanging on to the last threads of her consciousness, hanging on by the skin of her teeth, subconsciously refusing to go out until the regicide had been committed, and the Cool Queen laid defeated by her now-wobbly feet...

But, completely gassed out by this point, and with her mind once again scrambled by a hard shot to her head courtesy of Alex's hard tug of her raven black hair into the apron.

The Cool Queen still wasn't finished with the Shadow Lord, however. Standing on the apron, she pulled on GASTER's hair once more to avoid the Ominous One from crumbling outside the ring, grunting and moaning at the pain in her scalp...

Afterwards, she grabbed GASTER's head from her position with both arms, impressively managing to get the Shadow Lord up on the apron with last remnants of her strength, before forcing her rival up to her feet once more. With little choice, the Shadow Lord stood up, looking at the Cool Queen with tired, but still determined gaze.

That is until Alex rammed her knee into the Shadow Lord's gut. Her eyes going wide in shock, GASTER would instinctively step away from her rival to protect her hurt belly, moaning in pain and coughing up oxygen in an attempt to bring her breathing to some semblance of a rhythm, grasping the rope at the apron to avoid falling back to the ringside...

[RJD]

Alex at this point was almost as spent as Gaster was, and despite having some height which would naturally add to her power if she slammed the shadow lord down to the table, the cool queen still wasn't sure if she could even put any power behind such a move in her current state. With both vessel bodies nearing a state of extended sleep and exhaustion recovery Alex would struggle to keep her mind clear, but she would do her best to keep her eyes trained on the mask and the puppet body it was bound to.

The cool queen was exhausted after having lifted Gaster up to the apron, and had pretty much just used up the last reserves of her power. Alex had a fairly strong plan B though, and would look to set it in motion before exhaustion had time to catch up with her fully. The cool queen driving her knee directly into Gaster's stomach, stunning the wrestler for what Alex could only hope would be a decent length of time.

Luckily Gaster hadn't crumbled back to the concrete, which gave Alex easy access to her pained frame. The cool queen trying to unlink one of her arms from the rope, allowing the shadow lord to hold herself desperately atop the apron with one hand. Of course Alex had plans beyond that though, and would put them into motion as she grasped Gaster's back and tried to use what little strength she had to pry her backwards, dropping her fairly harshly onto the table, and of course given the strength of the wooden entities it wouldn't break under such feeble pressure.

Alex just had to hope that Gaster was too groggy too roll off of the table, and if that proved to be the case she would slowly drag herself along the apron towards one of the turnbuckles, climbing it from the outside and then taking her place atop the top rope. The cool queen taking a long gasp as she prepared herself for what was going to be fairly painful even for herself, never mind the shadow lord who would likely be on the receiving end.

Then at long last the cool queen put the nail in the coffin, suppressed the darkness fully under the intense radiance of her will. The mighty bluenette standing tall one last time before leaping off of the corner, and doing a full front flip rotation, gathering momentum as she went before her frame inevitably slammed right into Gaster and the table underneath in a 450 splash. Alex tucking her body in as she twisted in the air, before stretching it out again just in time to slam her whole weight into Gaster, hopefully finally breaking the last table of the night and giving herself and Clara a chance to have a long nice bath and soak away the pain, sweat and exhaustion.

[Vc0m]

GASTER held the ropes as tightly as she did the almost broken strings of her damaged vessel, desperate to not fall down, to not hurt herself any further, to try and somehow find a way to not lose to the rival queen...

Alex, however, would ride on the last reserves of the adrenaline (or, considering her status "Coolrenaline") in her body, to try and execute one last combination of moves, one last plan to try to bring the evil Shadow Lord GASTER down for good in this match...

...and it started with another painful attempt to put the Shadow-y One through the table below, one that the masked wrestler herself had set up just over a minute ago, as the Blue Queen would grab GASTER, and drive her, backfirst, into the wooden saint below...

...and once more, the Patron of Maffew stood, unbroken, with a moaning masked wrestler on it. GASTER couldn't get a single coherent thought in her head...aside from 2: "Get up!" and "Win!". Perhaps they were a single thought, saying together "Get up and win", but by that point, not even the Shadow Lord was able to tell whether that was true or not...

With her unable to even form a thought, naturally, limb movement was out of the question. She barely managed to turn her hand somewhat...but that was it. The Shadow Lord was left atop the unbroken table, physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted, with the lights above her the only thing visible to her...

...for roughly 15 seconds, as she saw a recognizable, blue dressed, blue haired, cool figure in the air, doing a 450 rotation in the air above her, as she swiftly rushed down like a meteor on the Shadow Lord below...

The last thought inside the Shadow-y Lord's head didn't even come from GASTER, nor was it a "Get up and win" deal in Clara's head. No, the final thought in the raven-haired chuuni's head was:

"This is really really really cool..."

CRASH!

"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

After a second of hesitation, the ref quickly aproached the table, and, upon realizing that it was broken, signalled to the timekeeper to ring the bell to bring this contest of skill, wit and power to it's end:

"The winner of this match, by winning the 2/3 tables match with a score of 2-1: The Queeeeeeeen of Coooooooool Style! ALEX DRIZZZZLE!!!"

Clara wouldn't know that the bell had been rung, or that the contest had been over, as the girl serving as the Shadow Lord's vessel quietly drifted into sleep from pain and exhaustion...

[RJD]

After all the pair had been through Alex was relieved as she leaped off of the top ropes, even despite the fact she knew there was no way she would have a soft landing. The cool queen was in plenty of pain and knew that just that little extra tension in her muscles the next day would be more than worth it.

The cool queen's body twisted in the air as she showed impressive athletism, which would usually be followed with Alex boasting about pulling of such an awesome move, but she certainly wouldn't have the energy or thought process needed to do so this time.

Then at long last the last table broke, as the pair's bodies collided harshly just like they had previously. The table letting out a subtle crackling before breaking apart under the weight of Alex's triumphant splash, breaking the support of the last wooden saint of Mathew and erupting the table into wood chippings and pieces of it's former form.

Immediately after landing her move Alex would hear the announcer declare her as the winner, then like clockwork her eyes closed as she snuggled into Faster underneath. The cool queen having ran out of fumes long ago suddenly came to a grinding halt, only after completing her gruelling journey to victory.

Perhaps the evils that beckoned the masked entity of Gaster into the realm of LAW would return at a later date to spread chaos and dread. For not the shadow lords influence had been quenched and Alex would hibernate until she was needed to fight the forces of the nether realms again, or more likely officials splash her in the face after taking both women backstage, whatever came first.

[RJD]

The winner of this match by scoring 2 - 1 by putting an opponent through two tables is Alex Drizzle