GASTER vs. The Baroness

[thesteedman]

"Hate you?... Aww you sweet young creature, I don't hate you." The Baroness whispered, her tone almost sincere, wearing perhaps the most pleasant smile she had donned during the entirety of the match. However, even than it was dripping with a look of sadism, as the Baroness drank in the appearance of GASTER's near defeated form.
"If I hated you so much... the match would have been over long ago. On the contrary, I quite like you..." The Baroness added, bringing light to the grim reality of this dark match. In just a few words, the Baroness was able to clear the misunderstanding, and no doubt what GASTER heard brought little to no comfort about her present situation and why the Baroness was being so brutal.

The Baroness was torturing her... simply because she admired her. In reality it was probably based on GASTER's appearance alone given the vain and despicable nature of the French tyrant. There had been whispers of Stephanies antics before she even arrived in the LAW from the independent circuit. Attractive and often well built rival wrestlers were often given special treatment from the Baroness, who took twisted joy in prolonging her matches with them, breaking their will and spirit before crushing the last of the fight from their beaten bodies. The Baroness was said to be a perverted sadist, and all those rumours were very much ringing true.

GASTER barely had time to digest it all when Stephanie once more went on the offensive, grasping hand full's of GASTER's hair before roughly pulling her up with a near lift to her feet. She scooped one hand below GASTER's crotch area as the other wrapped firmly around her shoulder, hoisting the smaller wrestler upwards, before she found herself being tilted and slammed back down into the centre of the canvas with a well executed bodyslam. Before the shock of the impact could shoot through GASTER's spine, she felt the rear of the Baroness slam down against her lower stomach, with the sadist of a wrestler hip dropping down against her.

The impact forced GASTER to near sit up, which played right into the Baroness' plans. Hands seized the side of GASTER's skull strongly, before the lightweight was forced mask first into the cleavage of the scantily clad Baroness. Arms soon wrapped around GASTER's head to keep her in place, her features luckily protected from a smother by the (in)famous mask. The Baroness pulled GASTER forwards, bending her deeper against her own body, as suddenly GASTER felt the intent of the motion. Bare and powerful legs clamped around her waist as she was pulled into a deep and unique bodyscissor, before Baroness released her grip upon GASTER's head, allowing for her to arch back. Though free of her arms, the Baroness had GASTER trapped in her embrace... a match ending submission hold given how deadly her legs were.

The grip was near excruciating, and it was more than clear the Baroness was not even applying all that much pressure yet. She smiled, looking upon GASTER, letting her legs tense up just a little, closing tighter around the bare midriff of the lightweight wrestler. It was clear she could have crushed GASTER, but she was purposely drawing out the hold, looking to make the smaller wrestler suffer through a gruelling squeeze.
"The only thing I do hate..." The Baroness whispered lowly, as her legs slowly began to enclose more, crushing GASTER painfully between her thighs and calves.
"Is that stupid mask of yours..." The Baroness near hissed out, as if the mention of it was like dirt in her mouth. With her arms free, the Baroness reached for GASTER's mask, getting a good grip to the side of it, and underneath. It did not take her long to begin trying to pry the disk like mask from her face... as Baroness longed to see what beautiful woman was hiding below... she wanted to see GASTER in pain, to make her hold upon her all the more complete.

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All of Stephanie's words that reached Clara's ears were completely toxic. Even if the Baroness was truthful about liking the Shadow Lord, the pain she had caused her...as well as her tone, was simply telling her that she loved to hurt her. The Baroness wasn't just a masochist...but a sadist as well, a terrible thing to deal with in a wrestling match, as your foe isn't just looking to win, but to hurt and humiliate you...

A second after the explanation, the Baroness would pull at the Shadow Lord's hair, eliciting a shriek from the Brit, before the icy woman lifted the Shadow Lord up...

...and dropped her right on her back for a body slam!

"AAAAAAAAGHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

The painful screams from the girl were excrutiating to hear to the people who could, some people in the front row cringing and wishing for the match to be over...

"Agh...hagh...Haaagh!", GASTER would yell in surprise, as the Baroness landed her big frame on top of the much smaller lightweight, forcing her up to a sit...

...before the Baroness plunged the lightweight's head into her cleavage, for a somewhat of a sweet embrace:

"M...mffff...", she softly muffled into her rival's bosom, smother managing to have some effect on her breathing....

But soon enough, the embrace quickly turned into a nightmarish one, as the Baroness's legs encircled her frame, and squeezed at her back!

"MMMMMMMFFFFFF! MFMMFMFMMFFFFFFFFF!!!"

She screamed out in pain as her spine was tortured. She could tell this wasn't as bad as it would get...but already, the pain was excrutiating in her poor hurting spine. She gripped her fists, desperate to not tap. Desperate to cling onto the hope that she could defeat the Baroness...but slowly, it was slipping, until her hand was formed into a straightened, as if she was just about to tap out...

...only for the Baroness to try the one thing GASTER hated the most in her matches - trying to go for the Shadow Lord's mask...

Immediately as she reached for the mask, GASTER's arm curled into a fist once more, as she rammed it straight into the Baroness's jaw!

[thesteedman]

Naturally the Baroness felt that she was entitled to get what she wanted. The French tyrant of a woman was self proclaimed royalty after all. She excelled in all that she endeavoured, and wrestling was no exception. In truth, if it was not for her own twisted and sadistic pleasures she no doubt would have turned her nose away at such a barbaric sport. However, it was a chance for her to hurt others, to be hurt... and to simply indulge in her twisted fantasies over squeezing the near life out of those unfortunate to face her. Where she was right now was a part of the pinnacle of her twisted fantasy, with her strong and stunning legs wrapped around the slender frame of her prey. Such was the strength of her legs she did not even need to straighten them to maximise the pressure, instead allowing her legs to near work like a serpents coil, her thighs and calves pressing in and tensing to squeeze the exposed midriff of the self proclaimed shadowlord.

Feeling her body tense and writhe was all part of the process, watching as GASTER's stomach tensed whilst she struggled to break free from imminent defeat. It was almost hypnotic to watch her prey slowly succumb, it was something the Baroness could have done all day. It would have all been perfect, if it wasn't for that stupid mask. It was not enough to simply crush the near life out of her captives, the Baroness longed to see the fear in the eyes of her prey, watch their expression contort into fear and agony. It simply had to go, otherwise the Baroness would not get the satisfaction she so desired. Little did the French supposed Royal know however, that the worse thing she could have done was reach for that damnable mask. The match could have been hers if she had just focused on crushing GASTER, instead she reached to pull the mask off, nor did it help that she was not applying full pressure to get the most out of the hold.

The straight punch that followed would no doubt go down as one of the best strikes ever witnessed in the LAW and wrestling as a whole. It wasn't even GASTER's strong point, but on this occasion she struck so well that a boxer would have shed a tear. The clash echoed throughout the arena, and spurned on the biggest eruption of cheers in the entire night of matches. The crowd went wild, and watched as Baroness fell on her back flat against the canvas. Her legs remained around GASTER's slender frame, but the pressure all at once seemed to cease as the Baroness was knocked near out cold. It was a testament to the Baroness' toughness that she wasn't unconscious, but it was obvious her senses had been knocked for six.

The Baroness's head was swimming, though even through all the confusion she wondered how GASTER was able to conjure such energy for a strike when the pain should have been too much for her to focus. If the comical cartoons had been real, the Baroness would have been seeing floating GASTER masks above her head by now... that mask.... that stupid mask!

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"GWAAAAAAAAAAH!!! Haaaaaaaaah...haaaaaaaaaah...haaaaaaaaaaaah"

With the bodyscissor relaxed, the air started rushing into the Shadow Lord's lungs...way too fast for the small girl, especially after being squeezed as she was. She tried to take as deep a breath as her body would allow her to...but by this point in the match, even the simple act of breathing hurt...

...as did her right hand, as she rubbed them before looking at the Icy Frenchwoman...almost completely down for the count!

"D-did I...?", GASTER confusingly asked herself...before seeing Stephanie steer, realizing that the match was still on!

She would not let the Baroness taste the win, and instead, would work towards a very difficult cover to make sure the Baroness couldn't kick out. GASTER would grab at her rival's legs, and fold them into a 4 shape...before hopping over the Baroness's body, and keeping a bridge over the Frenchwoman, trapping her in a Figure 4 Jackknife cover! She bit her lip, desperately holding the bridge...and hoping that the sudden predicament would...by miracle, yield her a 3 count...

[thesteedman]

There was no denying the toughness of the Baroness. In her short time in the LAW she had certainly seen her fair share of bumps and bruises from high impact and impressive moves. The French tyrant of a woman was known to be hard to keep down even before she finally joined the LAW, especially since she had a bit of a taste for punishment, even if it was second in line for her desire to dish it out. There was definitely an argument there that the Baroness was amongst the top wrestlers for constitution and sheer endurance, from slams, to submissions and even strikes, the Baroness could power through punishment and keep coming...

But it did not matter how tough she was... even the largest and strongest jaw in the LAW would not have been able to take what could only be described as a perfect punch from the lightweight GASTER. Whether intentional or not, the impact could be heard from the whole arena, unable to be drowned out by their constant cheers. The Baroness was down... perhaps not knocked out cold but for all her toughness she was brought down with a single hit. She struggled to regain her senses, trying to comprehend what just happened. She remembered having GASTER's slender frame trapped between her deadly legs, slowly squeezing the lightweight towards a slow and agonising submission. She recalled grasping her mask, wanting to rip the damn thing and reveal her anguished face.

2!!!

The sound stirred Baroness from her dizzied state when she realised she was on her shoulders, near folded over herself as GASTER had locked her legs into a figure four. Her eyes widened, realising she was being pinned! A testament to the power of her legs, Baroness strained and poured all her power into escaping, quickly managing to rip her legs as it were from the powerful lock, before she twisted and tilted her body to get out of the pin. She scrambled up to her feet, her eyes wide with sheer anger, ready to tear GASTER apart for the insult and near steal of a victory.

That was until it dawned on her....

GASTER was celebrating... and the bell had rang. The Baroness had been too slow with her escape... a split second to slow, and the three had registered before she could lift her shoulders. Baroness felt her heart sink deeper into her chest, the void left in its sudden decent slowly being replaced with a boiling rage. How could she let that little brat escape from her legs! The Baroness barely realised she had been gritting her teeth together so tight she near drew blood from her gums. GASTER rushed around the ring like she had won the lottery, ascending the ropes to gloat with dramatic gestures over her victory to a wanting crowd that could not get enough of the upset they just witnessed.

This was not how the Baroness wanted this play to end... and thus, for the encore she had other intentions. Pacing towards the corner GASTER high on, facing away... the Baroness soon sent a stiff strike right into her lower back, punching her tail bone hard. The force of the impact was enough to make GASTER writhe back with a flexible arch, and all in a single moment, the once cheering crowd suddenly went into silence. A single hit wasn't enough for the Baroness, as she quickly pulled GASTER down from the turnbuckle, slamming her down against the canvas below. Naturally the emptiness left by the cheering was filled with venomous outrage at the unsportswoman like display... and the ref was quick to try and intervene.

A loud crack of thunder filled the arena such was the impact of the slap against the referee... and soon enough, the Baroness was dragging GASTER back up to her feet by her hair, tossing her into the turnbuckle. Uncharacteristically, the Baroness resorted to strikes... using closed fists against GASTER, hitting her hard in the stomach, before striking her masked face, unleashing a furious flurry of attacks against the victorious Shadow Lord.

[Vc0m]

"THREE!"

Clara gasped, as she slid off of the Baroness, feeling her legs almost...almost managing to give her a slip before the third count.

She rose quickly...

...and then remembered a moment later that she just had one of the most difficult...and the most painfilled matches of her carrier. As she rose, she almost fell down as her spine flared up in pain. She cringed under her mask, and fell to a seat...but managed to rise up to celebrate as the ref grabbed her hand, lifting it up in victory, and helping the Shadow Lord to her feet.

"Th-thank you..."

"You've earned it, winner", the ref would smile brightly at the girl.

Somehow, GASTER managed to get to a corner, climb up to a second rope as she winced through the pain, rose her arms in victory...

...and felt a massive strike at her lower back!


"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!", she shrieked and arched forward, right as the Baroness yanked her off the corner. The Baroness was not content with the loss, and she was going to make GASTER pay. Even the ref, who congratulated GASTER on her win, found this appalling...but ultimately, while fit, she was no match for Stephanie, as she was downed in one hit.

The victor of the match, meanwhile, would be launched into the corner with utmost ferocity. Clara couldn't handle the pain in her back anymore. She needed doctor's help...badly.

Instead, what she got, was a massive flurry of strikes from Baroness. Punches to stomach, to her masked face, to her chest...

Her body couldn't handle the amount of pain anymore.

As Baroness rained blow after blow, GASTER's vision turned dark, as she slowly passed out due to the combination of pain through her body, hard shots to her head and lack of much needed oxygen in her body due to hard shots to her stomach...

[thesteedman]

Though the mask would shield the beautiful face of GASTER from the worse of the impact, it did not make the strikes any less devastating, as everything inside her skull was rattled with each powerful strike. Her chest and stomach did not have the luxury of any protection as her face did however, and each strike from the powerful Baroness was felt more than the last. A closed fist rammed into the solar plexus of GASTER several times, as well as her bare midriff, burying deep with each strike. It felt like the assault wasn't going to end, and slowly GASTER became more limp after each strike, beaten to what her body could handle and then beyond.

A score of Referee's began to rush towards the ring, no doubt in an attempt to stop the beatdown, the like which had not been seen for some time in the LAW. Half a dozen of them rushed the Baroness from behind, looking to seize her and drag her away... allowing for GASTER to finally slump against the corner. Normally the referee's would see success in restraining a wrestler... even the Baroness herself. But a rage drove her actions, and one at a time each of the six referee's were struck or simply thrown away with frightening ease until there was nothing to stand in the way of GASTER and Baroness. As the last of the ref's were tossed from the ring and into the audience separator, the Baroness picked up where she left off much to the dismay of the crowd, sending a solid right into the mask, near cracking it and doing who knows what damage to the skull behind it.

The Baroness finally stopped, as the crowd continued their near riot at the despicable sight. The Baroness looked like an untamed beast, breathing deep and heavy, her eyes glaring at the featureless mask. Her shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath, as her body near twitched, barely able to contain the anger that no doubt filled the Baroness. A few tense seconds passed, the crowd wondering what the tyrant of a woman would do next to her near unconscious victim. GASTER was defenceless, left barely moving, propped up only by the corner and shaking legs that could scarcely hold her. Much to the surprise of the watching crowd, the Baroness slowly seemed to morph back to her original self, suddenly standing more tall and elegant, collecting herself and fixing her unkempt hair.

She grasped GASTER by her top, pulling her up towards her as her damaged arm slowly snaked around her waist, pulling GASTER to be stomach tight against the Baroness herself in a one armed hug. GASTER looked like she was barely there, clearly held up by Baroness in a tight grip that prevented her from falling and no doubt put unwanted pressure on her already damaged back. With her free arm, the Baroness slowly traced her fingers along the crack she had formed in the mask, gently caressing downwards towards the chin. She gripped the base of it, no doubt looking to pull the unusual expression piece from her features and expose that face. There was hesitation however, and only the defiant and raged roars of the crowd could be heard in what looked like a still frame.

The Baroness smiled, and gently removed her grip from the mask, opting to instead wrap that arm around GASTER, finishing to lock on a visibly tight bearhug that brought some life back into GASTER. It was a surprise the watching audience hadn't stormed the ring yet, as Baroness laughed out loud, squeezing GASTER, driving their bodies together with an agonising and grueling embrace, to which those on the front seats could swear they heard GASTER's back clicking and creaking loudly.
"I want a rematch..." The Baroness whispered in her alluring French accent to GASTER so that only she could hear.
"If you know what is good for you... you will grant me it." The Baroness further whispered into GASTER's ear, before licking it in a grotesque fashion. She smiled her wicked smile, leaning back to focus on squeezing GASTER, watching as a line of blood slowly seeped from the bottom of the crack... no doubt having received a cut somewhere from the break in the mask.

A minute passed, as GASTER was subjected to a hard and excruciating hug... though it was only for a minute it felt like an eternity for the lightweight until she was finally released from the terrible grasp, allowed to fall down flat against the canvas. The Baroness spoke some French profanities at the watching crowed, before she left the ring, pacing up the ramp like she owned the arena. Though she had suffered a humiliating defeat in her eyes, it was easy to see that the Baroness had made sure she had the last laugh in this instance.

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More referees would arrive from the back, trying to save poor Shadow Lord from the beatdown at the hands of the Baroness. They barely managed to drag her away from GASTER's limp body, as it slumped and lied against the turnbuckle by itself, with only lifeless darkness underneath the chuuni's mask...as it was chipped at the side from the amount of blows it took in the match...

...the refs wouldn't be successful in stopping the Baroness for long, as Stephanie broke free, and sent another hard punch into the mask, the chip from earlier transforming into a full blown crack! If GASTER felt the hard pain from the attack, she didn't let anyone know, still being silently, and seemingly unconscious...

The light of life slowly returned to the Brit's eyes soon, however...and everything...EVERYTHING hurt. Chest, stomach, jaw, face, skull, spine...especially spine...

...and sadly for her, the torture wasn't over yet.

Baroness would move in towards her, hugging her with one arm!

"Aaaagh...ggh...aaaaaaghhhhh...ss-top...".

Clara was unable to draw enough breath to scream, leaving her to cough out sounds of pain from her mouth, as Baroness traced her hand around the mask, making it clear that she wanted it off the Shadow Lord's face...

"Ple-ease...n-n-noo...", she begged...and was seemingly successful in making her foe let go of her mask...

...only for the sadistic woman to apply full force on her bearhug:

"AAAGH...AAAAGH..."

The fires of pain were the ones that Clara hadn't felt before...not even in the most sadistic of match types. She felt as if, by the time Baroness would be done with her...her life would come to an end.

The Baroness would threaten her for a rematch later, before licking her ear, the suggestive action adding fuel to the hellish fire of agony at her back, as shivers tried to crawl down her spine...

Finally, around 15 minutes later...what in reality was 1 minute, Clara was let go, as she fell onto her hip, unwilling to move in fears of reawakening her pain in any way. She did not feel like a winner. Far...far from that, in fact.

By this point, a dozen security guards would arrive with batons in hand, as they got the medical team towards the hurting lightweight to help her on the stretcher...with orders given to attack the Baroness if she as much as thinks of further hurting her opponent...

[thesteedman]

The more heavy security began to storm the ring, accompanied by the medical team. By now however it was clear the damage had been done, and the Baroness simply remained in the ring, a sheer notion of arrogance as Security looked to get between her and GASTER. The crowd let their thoughts be known, as litter and half finished drinks were hurled towards the ring, falling short of what almost appeared to be an untouchable Baroness. She simply drank in all the hate, letting it fuel the sadistic smile that fashioned upon her otherwise beautiful features. She raised her arms upwards, before taking an elegant bow to the crowd, only further bringing unrest and near riots.

Security teams threatened her, though the Baroness made a mocking motion as if she was going to attack, startling one or two of the newer and more nervous guards. With a laugh that near drowned out all the distain for her, the Baroness soon took her leave, seemingly in a much better mood now that she had taught the victor a lesson. The French tyrant of a woman walked with a presence as if she owned the entire LAW, taking a moment to glance back at her work, managing a sly smile as GASTER was slowly and carefully hoisted onto a stretcher, no doubt to be taken away and further treated after the despicable attack.

The Baroness was far from finished with the so called Shadow Lord... she had been denied what she wanted, and the Baroness would not let anyone deny her! When the lightweight wrestler was ready, she would challenge her again to a rematch...

[Vc0m]

Winner by Pinfall: GASTER