The Shadow of Conquest: Reina Izara Vs. Clara Gaster

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Nostalgia is a trap. Or rather, that's how Reina feels at the moment about it. As the conqueror raised up Clara to the sky, holding her by the crotch as she matched around, the ebony beauty felt a warm feeling in her chest. It was light, almost peaceful, and felt familiar. Each step felt like well worn path, even the weight of Clara on her shoulder made her mind drift back to their last match.

Two much greener combatants, two shy girls matching wits across the mat. In all honesty it made her smile, but no matter how much she enjoyed that feeling, she had to go down at some point. And the moment their backs struck the mat, the less rosey side of her memories resurfaced in her mind. But just like before, Reina wasn't done, there were two more to go and she would repeat history at Clara's expense. Or rather she would, if Clara's knew didn't say no.

Feeling a stabbing pain crack into her head, the conqueror couldn't help but let the shadow Lord go. Seething in pain as she tried to back away from Brit. Hoping to get the space to regain her senses.

"Ugh...what's wrong, don't like memory Lane, Gaster?" she teased, hoping to buy a bit more time.

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Clara remembered how she usually felt when held up upside down for too long, rookies or pros trying to showcase how strong they were by keeping her, a relative small woman in the land of the giants, in mid-air for prolonged periods of time:

She was always afraid.

She could never make her body obey her, she was always fearful that at any point, she would be dropped to the floor, and interfering with that would land her squarely on her neck, and permanently injure her.

Now?

The fear of sudden, bad fall was still there. But the confidence that she would end up back on her feet triumphed over that!

That's exactly what happened, as Reina released her, Clara shifting her weight to end up on her feet!

"Nostalgia literally means "painful wish to return home", Clara would explain, stepping forward to her to wind up her arm...

"I moved past the pain long ago!", she would finish, ramming her forearm into Reina's chest!

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Even if her pride hated to admit it, Reina couldn't help but be proud of Clara. Even as her head throbbed from her knee, flashes of memories echoed in her mind as her eyes tried to blink away the pain. She remembered just how scared she was taking that move the first time. Her hitched breaths, her frightened please, and twin grunts of pain from both of them as they fell on their backs. But when Reina's eyes glanced up at the Brit in front of her, gone was the frightened rival she knew before.

Now with a cocked back firearm was a woman forged by her pain and came out stronger than before. Unfortunately for her though, that development came at her expense. Feeling Clara's forearm ran into her chest, Reina felt her feet give way, dropping her on her back with a ring rattling thump!


"Urgh!" She groaned, as her body instinctually got back up a second later. Frantically scanning the ring for wherever Clara was coming from next as she growled, "Then...allow me to show you of the present!" Hoping to catch Clara on her next attack with a blistering clothesline! Trying her best to stop Clara's momentum before it picked up steam.

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Clara remembered Reina dearly. Even if she was the meaner “Conquerer” that she was today, Clara still remembered when the two of them were rookies, trying to make it in the industry. She could never win against her back then, but now, almost a whole decade later, the two of them stood on much more equal ground.

Still, though, in some ways, they were still not equal.

As Clara rammed her forearm across Reina’s chest, Reina would back away from pain…before growling at Clara, coming back like a freight train with an outstretched arm at the Shadow Lord, flooring her with a hard Clothesline!

”GRAAAGH!!!”

The Brit would try and sit up quickly, needing to react to her rival’s next attack!

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Shaking the stinging pain from her arm, the conqueror wore a rare sight only her long term fans could recognize. The joyful smile on her face, the brightness in her golden eyes, if not for the outfit some of her elder fans would've thought they went back in time. That wasn't the face of a conqueror. It was a face of excitement, and pure competitive joy. As she raced to the ropes and felt them give way beneath her weight as she thundered back at Clara like a charging rhino. Looking as if she were about to split the Brit in two the moment she got up.

But although she looked as if she were to give Clara a spear, Reina would attempt to play a trick on her rival. Instead of going for a spear, Reina would attempt to wrap her arms around Clara's waist as she used the rest of her momentum to get behind her back. Aiming to lift her rival off her feet before sending her front first to the mat unless Clara had other ideas.

But if Reina was successful, the American would glide atop Clara's back, rubbing her curvaceous body against her before stoping at her head. Attempting to hook her arm around her neck to deliver a wrenching headlock. As she would tease her rival by saying,

"Let's slow things down for a moment~"

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Inside, Clara felt competitive joy at fighting against an old rival like Reina…but naturally, her body, and especially her head, were complaining about the massive pain she was causing her. Though nostalgic, Clara needed to keep her head in the fight, lest she let past results repeat themselves!

As she rose, she kept a close eye on Reina, seeing as her foe would run the ropes once more, and charge straight for her!

Clara tried to step aside at the last moment…but so did Reina! Successfully managing to fake Clara out, she would manage the get behind her, wrap her arms around Clara, and lift her off the ground to slam her on her front!

”GUKH!”, the Brit would let out as she landed chest first onto the canvas…before suddenly feeling her rival’s soft chest at her back, gliding up, right up until her arms clamped around her head and squeezed at her with a headlock!

”Mghhhhh! Mfffffff!”

Attempts to resist the hold by Clara only brought her face to face with her rival’s bountiful chest. The headlock was already too tight for the Brit to simply break through…and as a result, Clara would instead try and wrap her arms around Reina’s waist, before trying to lift her up and onto the floor back first with a Backdrop!

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Cranking her arms tighter and tighter, Reina couldn't help but smile as she upped the pressure. Although not a conqueror at the moment, the ebony beauty would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying every second of this. Not only because she was in control at the moment, but also because she was excited to see where their game of chess went next.

"Hmph, come now, Gaster" Reina teased, leaning into Clara's ear as she cranked her arms once more. "Show me what else you've got under your sleeves." She goaded. And luckily for her, Clara was more than willing to answer her request. Because right when she went to twist her vice like grip one more time, Reina felt a pair of strong arms, wrap around her waist as her eyes went wide. And before she could try to drop her weight, she soon found her feet leaving the mat, only to have her back greet it soon after in a ring rattling thump!

"Huuurgh!" Reina puffed, feeling the air leave her lungs as the conqueror rolled back into a corner. Huffing and puffing as she tried to gather her bearings. Leaving herself open for a moment if the brit chose to capitalize.

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"Huff...ask and you shall, Reina!" Clara would quip after quickly catching her breath, having managed to escape from Reina's hold as the Conquerer rolled into a corner to recover, but Clara wasn't going to let Reina rest in the slightest!

The Shadow Lord would rush straight at her rival, jumping into the air as she aimed her feet at Reina's chest for a hard dropkick to literally keep her on the ropes!