GASTER vs. The Baroness

[thesteedman]

GASTER vs Baroness
Match Type: Standard
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout

"Coming into the ring for tonight's main event! Hailing from Neuilly-sur-Seine, France, at a height of 5'10ft, weighting in at 165lbs! The Baroness!"

By now, Stéphanie Renaud had certainly made a reputation for herself in her time in the LAW. Sadistic, cold and calculating, it often felt like the Baroness cared little about winning and more about getting her personal enjoyments from torturing her opponents in the ring. The crowd all began to jeer and hiss as the woman herself appeared from behind the curtain, clad in her entrance cloak. She walked as if she was royalty, caring not how the fans felt about her presence, to her they were nothing more than dust to her eyes and just as easily ignored.

Naturally the French villainess took her time walking towards the squared arena, sliding upto the ringside before elegantly stepping in-between the ropes. She cast aside her cloak once she was in the centre, revealing the stunning figure below that was clad in only a two piece bikini outfit. She was a marvel to behold, that much could not be denied, her body well sculptured over many years of training, fine tuned for wrestling. It was a deceptive figure however, as her slender build hid what strength she possessed, a seemingly near unnatural amount for a middleweight who fought like a heavyweight. Her hair was long, silver and like silk brushing off her soft skin. If she wasn't such a menace she might have won the crowd over with her look alone, but they had come to find out what kind of woman she was.

She managed a sly smile, pacing around the ring with elegance in her step as if she owned it. Given her vast wealth it may not have been beyond her to own her very own federation if she wanted, but she seemed set to wrestle in one... and what better place was there then the World Famous LAW. Tonight, the Baroness eagerly awaited her opponent, someone she had her eyes on for a little while amongst others. The one they called GASTER, a lady who fancied herself some form of Overlord tyrant or something along those lines. The Baroness had no interest in her games, but rather the delicate flower that was behind the persona. She was quite a precious thing, hidden away behind that despicable mask that she wore.

A young beautiful woman, hiding away from the world behind a mask. It was a shame she chose to wear such a thing. The Baroness was in a good mind to tear it from her face... perhaps the chance may come, the Baroness thought it would do her a favour to reveal the striking woman she was to the watching crowds. Save for her beautiful features she hid for whatever reason, GASTER had a slender build but quite the delicious figure. Ever the sadistic and despicable woman, the Baroness longed to put GASTER through the works tonight, especially set on wearing down her body in preparation for a finishing move that perhaps she took just a little too much enjoyment out of applying on her opponents.

Regardless of what happened tonight, the Baroness had it set in her mind that she would make an example of GASTER to those who would face her in the ring. The Baroness already had a growing reputation as a sinister monster, it would be a shame to disappoint the crowds and wrestlers watching back stage.

The jeering turned to cheers in an instant, as finally a champion was about to make her appearance. It could have been the biggest heel in the federation and the crowd would still cheer given that it was the Baroness who stood in the ring. GASTER played up to try and pretend to be a heel... but the Baroness saw right through it, she was ready to tear her down. The announcer took the mic, and began to herald her arrival.

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Clara was waiting backstage, getting dressed and hyping herself up for her match tonight.

It seems her performance against Tracy Canon had garnered quite a positive reaction, both online from LAW's fanbase...as well as LAW's upper management. To the point where she was notified by the company higher ups that they wanted to put her into more cross-division matches, since she was shown to be incredibly capable against someone in the division above her's...especially someone who was the No 1 contender for LAW Middleweight title.

At first, the Brit was a little worried at the prospect...The major source of her previous underdog fame was fighting larger women and men, and almost always losing to them...

...but, ever since she had come to Japan, she was getting better and better, beyond what she had imagined her career could be like. While still an underdog, she was still one of the biggest highlights of the Lightweight division! And to keep it that way, and to ensure good representation compared to heavyweights and middleweights, she had to push herself beyond her limits, and win to make sure she showed everyone that Lightweights were the most important part of LAW

That said...the main difficulty of fighting Tracy came from how...lewd and cute the catgirl was with her. If the reports on her opponent tonight were to be believed, The Baroness was as far a departure from Tracy the Shadow Lord could've recieved. Cold, sadistic, enjoying inflicting pain above all else...

...in particular, getting quite a bit of pleasure from squeezing her opponents, getting herself her other nickname of "Miss Squeeze". And, even though a Middleweight, Ms. Stephanie Renaud had quite a muscular frame on her, up to and including her thighs...making them an incredibly lethal weapon...

Clara took a deep breath, and would confidentially say to herself: "I am fine!"

She got through Rosie, one of the coldest people she ever met in her life. She was sure she couldn't be intimidated by the cold, squeezing sadist that was The Baroness.

With a crew member telling her she is due in a minute, GASTER put on her signature mask and hoodie, and left for the gorilla position.

...

A few moments later, the lights of the arena turned off, aside from 2 small projectors next to the curtain, with a sinister fog washing over the ramp.

...and as a silly, but still ominous theme played throughout the arena, and a shadow-y figure made her way through, revealing GASTER's smiley mask shortly after, to the massive cheers from the crowd...

...so loud, in fact, that it even shocked the young Brit. Although part of this was due to her popularity, the truth of the matter was that the crowd really wanted to see the heroic villainess beat the arrogant Baroness tonight.

Nodding to the crowd as they put their request before her, GASTER let out her: "MWAHAHAHAHA!", laugh before making her way down the entrance ramps, soaking in the cheers and hopes of the audience as she cast her eyes on her opponent.

It was hard to deny Stephanie Renaud looked stunning in her bikini...but everything else about the woman set all sorts of alarm bells in lightweight's head. Her composure and body language, the expression on her face...sadistically cold gaze of her eyes...

As much as she hated to admit it, from the first impression alone, Ms. Renaud was scaring her a fair bit...

Slapping herself on her cheeks, The Shadow Lord attempted to push through the intimidation of her opponent and climb into the ring, keeping a close eye on the woman as she made her way into her corner...before motioning to the ref for a microphone.

Once obliged, the Shadow Lord would speak:

"I don't know how you insulted the people of this dimension, false Baroness...but I have no need for unpopular monarchs in my future domain. Tonight, you will perish!"

Finishing her promo (to quite a loud cheer from the crowd), Clara would take off her yellow hoodie, and leave it on the corner of the ring to be collected by crew workers, as she kept a determined gaze on the Baroness, waiting for the bell to ring...

[thesteedman]

Amusing, foolish, but amusing all the same. A sly smile crept its way onto the lips of the Baroness as she watched GASTER make her entrance. The darkening of the arena, the selective lights and even the fog machine... it made for quite a show. It was no wonder the simple minded peons in the crowd enjoyed it, it was a display, an act befitting of a jester in a high court. All of it however was nothing more than a rouse however, all of it became clear in a split second. Stephanie Renaud had seen it, her eyes ever watchful of her prey, even if it was for a moment. The whole charade, the mask, it was nothing more than an act to feign confidence, to quite literally mask fear.

It was a single moment, when GASTER paused as she entered the ring, her hidden eyes catching the cold and sinister gaze of the Baroness who rested against the turnbuckle in her corner. That pause literally lasted barely a moment, but it portrayed the true woman behind the character of GASTER, and not even the mask could hide what the Baroness felt within her. It only made her smile grow, sensing the fear like a predator. It was enough to make the Baroness lick her lips in delight, she would enjoy taking GASTER apart piece by piece... she didn't just want to reveal the woman behind the mask... she felt like she needed to.

The Baroness watched in silence as GASTER began to shout in her mock sinister tone, playing up to the crowd and making a statement of her intent. In truth her words didn't even reach the ears of the Baroness, it was white noise by now as her focus was drinking in the physical form of GASTER now that she shared the ring with her and could see her in the flesh. She was indeed a delicate thing, a lightweight wrestler, but not without stunning form. Her midriff was left exposed, showing a fine tuned stomach that was almost inviting the Baroness. Despite her childish games of pretend, Baroness could see GASTER was a woman grown, possessing a firm chest and good hips. The Baroness couldn't help but take a deep breath, longing to break her.

The ring of the bell brought the Baroness from her trance in an instant, and slowly she rose from the turnbuckle. GASTER took a text book wrestling stance, ready to take on the Middleweight wrestler who was 5 pounds short of heavyweight. The Baroness was a presence in comparison, looking down on the smaller woman. She held no stance but simply stood with an arrogance, her guard down as if GASTER was no threat to her at all. A sly smile still held across her lips, the Baroness began to advance slowly towards the smaller wrestler... ignoring the chants of the crowd who were all behind the British GASTER. The Baroness would take pleasure in making their hero fall tonight... it was her intent to do one better and have her beg for mercy... that would teach the fools a lesson.

"So... I am to perish tonight am I? A shame, I have so much that I have to do..." Stephanie spoke, her invigorating French accent ever present despite her volume being only loud enough for GASTER to hear. She approached the wrestler who no doubt stood ready for any treachery that might come from the Baroness, a notion that forced a pleasant sounding giggle to escape from the intimidating woman. Ever so slowly, like a python ready to strike, the Baroness herself took a stance, already virtually within arm's reach of her prey.

"... liking squeezing the life out of you." The Baroness finished finally, with venom filling her tone. Of course her intent was not quite so final, having no desire to kill, but mind games were always a part of her attack, and the sheer threat would no doubt linger in GASTER's mind throughout the match. She let those words sink in for a few seconds, before finally lunging forwards, grasping at GASTER's shoulders with powerful hands in a test of strength. The Baroness looked to force the smaller wrestler down to one knee, before looking to reveal her strength in an instant, shifting her torso and changing her grip upon GASTER to try and hip toss her towards the centre of the ring.

The match was underway...

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If the first look at Baroness rung alarm bells in Clara's head, the second look, as she turned to face Stephanie upon taking off her hoodie, rung just one bell in her mind...one that had "RUN AWAY" written in it in large capital letters.

A smile, larger than she had adorned her lips, licking them as if she saw the Shadow Lord as a main course in a 5-star restaurant. It was hard to deny that the raven-haired Brit was scared of her opponent tonight from body language alone...

As the bell rung, Baroness's large frame advanced at her (and, though unwilling, she advanced herself towards the middle of the ring)...and Ms. Renaud would add to her scariness factor, advancing at the Shadow Lord with no stance, without her arms raised or anything. She would just walk towards her like Jason...

Her body was shivering from the cold woman's threatening body language...but the French White-head also spoke to the Shadow Lord in a cold, heartless yet noble, tone that almost made Clara's soul escape from her mortal coil.

She tried to shake her fears about the woman out of her head. She was going to beat the Baroness, end of. No matter how coldly she was acting towards her, she was still just a human and a competitor. She wasn't an invincible goddess of any kind...

...that was what she believed as she tried to get brave and stand up to the Baroness as she was right at the middle of the ring...right up until the French White-head's giggle...

...and the subsequent threat as she added a tinge of venom...making Clara believe the Baroness was meaning it.

"L-life?!...AAH!"

Right as she repeated the key word of Baroness's threat, the large woman would bring her arms a top the Shadow Lord's shoulders, with GASTER attempting to do the same...but she was unable to muster the amount of strength that would counter her foe's, as she easily overpowered her, and downed her to a knee beside her:

"N-no...!!!"

Right when her fear was giving way to a survival strategy, to attempt to slip underneath the Baroness's bare legs and topple her from there, the Frenchwoman would shift her grip on the Shadow Lord, sending her flying towards the edge of the ring with a hip toss!

"AAAAAGH!"

With her landing close to the ropes, she would attempt to crawl to them despite the pain in the small of her back...

...but a question lingered in her mind: How was she going to defeat the Ice Giantess?

[thesteedman]

Tossing GASTER so easily made the Baroness' smile grow all the more sinister, watching the British girl scramble to the ropes afterwards. The girl near felt weightless when compared to the strength of the Baroness, unsurprising given the weight class difference between them. The twisted Miss Squeeze felt she could take her time with this one, break her will down just as slowly as she would break her body. The mind games were already settling in with GASTE. As Renaud predicted, clear signs of intimidation were already evident in the body language of GASTER. Her words and her actions already gripping her to her core, If only she could see her face, it would make it all the more enjoyable.

With GASTER still getting to her feet, the Baroness moved in swiftly, seizing GASTER by her hips and virtually helping her to fully stand up after virtually lifting her up off her feet in the process. She pulled her body against hers, pressing her bare stomach purposely against that of GASTER's as her arms wrapped around her lower back. The Baroness glared at GASTER, pressing her arms in against her lower back to squeeze her body against her own, certainly enjoying the feel of her straining abs against her own as the pressure increased, literally beginning to bearhug the smaller girl.

It was far too soon to begin her own personal games however, and though Stephanie used enough force to cause significant pain, the hug was brief, simply to give GASTER a taste of what was to come later. Instead of crushing her body more, the Baroness opted to lean forward against her opponent, before arching right back, pulling GASTER with her with an impressive belly to belly suplex that cast GASTER overhead, with her landing back first in the center of the ring. Before the smaller girl had even settled in the canvas, the Baroness was rising to her feet, once more not far behind GASTER.

Looking to keep the momentum going, Stephanie grasped GASTER by the hair before she could fully stand herself, dragging her upwards much to the dismay of the crowd. They all began to jeer at her, falling into an uproar as the hated wrestler was beating on their champion. Normally such racket was white noise to the Baroness, but this time she turned to them as she pulled GASTER upwards, giving a mocking gesture that GASTER was a dead girl with a slide of her thumb across her own neck.

"The only one who will perish tonight will be your foolish GASTER!" The Baroness spoke, her French accent unmistakable yet surprisingly elegant

It was that sheer arrogance that could be costly however, as her lack of attention gave GASTER a small window to stage a strikeback against her.

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"Uuuughh...", GASTER groaned, cringing under her mask.

As she sat up in the aftermath of the hip toss, aside from a sharp pain in her back, she felt her heart going out of control inside her chest. This happened before, usually due to infatuation with someone she was fighting in the ring, like Asuka or Tracy...but in this case, it was pure anxiety filling her heart. Worries crossed her mind as the Baroness quickly came towards her...and she was in no way prepared to stand up to the icey woman...

Stephanie would showcase more of her incredible strength, as she practically yanked the girl from her rear by her hips...and practically deadlifting her up, her feet not even touching the canvas as the Baroness lifted her up...

...and proceeded to snake her arms around the Shadow Lord's spine, pressing Clara's frame against her body, her smaller chest and less muscle-y stomach mashing with Stephanie's as she pressed on her foe's arms, trying to get out of the bearhug...

...but all useless. The Baroness's grip was too strong.

Remembering Tracy employing a bearhug similar to this, the ligthweight attempted to snake her legs around the taller woman's frame, and get her arm around her neck for a Guillotine Choke...

...but Baroness wouldn't let her, not willing to keep the hold locked in for longer...likely for the purposes of ending the "fun" for her too soon...Instead, the Baroness would throw GASTER upwards over her head!

Practically thrown away like a doll, GASTER would land quite far away from Stephanie after the Belly-to-Belly Suplex, the Shadow Lord shrieking in pain as she arched her burning spine. If Baroness wanted to continue dominating the girl, it seemed like she would have her wish for quite a long while from this point onwards...

...or would she?

She certainly seemed to be meaning to do that, stepping towards her, and grabbing the girl by her ponytail, the crowd letting their displeasure be known about one of their favorite wrestlers being womanhandled like so.

"Aaaaaaah...l-let...goo..."

...but Baroness wasn't paying any mind to her. Instead, her attention was fully on the crowd, showing them the things that she was going to do to her for the match...with the crowd defiantly continuing to jeer back...

At that point, Clara's mind had hit a switch. Even if Baroness didn't notice, the fearful, shy gaze from Clara's eyes was gone, replaced with determined fire in her eyes. The fans were fully on her side, wishing for her to bring a defeat to the larger woman. She was not going to disappoint them!

With Baroness still having a grip on her hair, GASTER attempt to punch the woman's arm away from her ponytail, and, if successful, jump up in the air with her feet attempting to get themselves around Baroness's head...

...and from there the Shadow Lord would attempt to pull back on the heavier woman and drill the back of her head into the canvas with a Poisoned Frankensteiner!

[thesteedman]

It did not last long enough, and now the Baroness was left with a taste, a self moment of torture she wished she had not teased herself with. The feeling of GASTER trapped within her powerful arms, her modest chest forced against her own breasts, her bare stomach meshing against her own powerful abs. It was a move made all the more intoxicating when GASTER had began to struggle and writhe within her grip, near powerless for a moment as the pain overwhelmed her.

She was naught but a fly trapped in the web and clutches of a twisted spider.... but this fly still had fight, and the Baroness had sensed it within her. She knew she couldn't keep a legit hold on the small Lightweight for long, feeling much energy within her... still, she longed to crush that exposed midriff of hers some more... the only souring moment of the experience was that despicable mask that covered what was no doubt an expression of pain and anguish... still, she still could not deny that crushing her for that brief moment certainly stirred something within.

Alas... it was too soon. She would have to weaken her prey before she could settle for her end game holds. And weaken GASTER she would, as a twisted smile spread across her beautiful and smooth lips, as she literally ragged GASTER to her feet by her hair, caring little for the protest of the crowd and the protest of GASTER herself as she tried to fight away from her powerful grasp. She might have detected a change in the young woman, if it had not been for the mask holding her features from view, but the moment the Baroness got GASTER up to her feet, something changed within her, and her posture shifted from seemingly helpless to something a little more concerning for the self proclaimed French Royal.

Her hand was knocked firmly from GASTER's hair by a stiff and precise right jab, making the Baroness' face sour with displeasure, near offended that GASTER would dare strike her when the momentum was suppose to be on her side. With impressive speed and athleticism, GASTER lept up high towards the taller Baroness, managing to wrap her legs around her neck and sit upon her shoulders. Took off guard, the Baroness gagged, finding herself holding up GASTER with a stumble and loss of balance. She tried to regain control, looking to counter and powerbomb the brat for this offence... but it was not to be.

The crowd exploded with delight as GASTER arched her body and used her momentum and Stephanie's lack of balance to execute a perfect Poisoned Frankensteiner. Baroness hit the mat hard, and it felt like Japan had won the world cup given the reactions of the watching audience. The Baroness was up fast... despite the heavy fall. Her head was swirling but she was still fresh... cursing in French under her breathe as she tried to storm towards GASTER... much to her surprise however, the young Lightweight wrestler was waiting for her, and the Baroness quickly released that the tide had turned, seeing GASTER set up for the next move of her assault.

[Vc0m]

With Clara hitting her Poisoned Frankensteiner, she managed to not only turn the tables on the Baroness...but also break the image of the unbeatable Queen of Frost she had of Stephanie since the beginning of the match. Now, she was at the Shadow Lord's feet and mercy, as she was screaming bloody murder in French over the attack...

The shy, unsure of herself Clara Gaster was gone, and the confident masked wrestling machine that is GASTER was in.

With fear gone from her mind, she started quickly figuring out strategy on taking the Baroness down. Her biggest weapons, at least from her nickname, were her squeezes and bearhugs that would get more and more little the more tired she'd get. With that, the idea was clear - target the woman's limbs with maximum ferocity.

Additional priority GASTER would put on her foe's arms with Stephanie's other strength being...her strength. Targeting her arms would mean successfully avoiding being ragdolled by the woman later in the match...

With that, GASTER would drag the woman to the middle of the ring, leaving her lying on her stomach as she took a firm sit a top the woman's back...

...right next to her right shoulder.

She would grab at the Baroness's right arm, and bend it, at first perpendicular to her back and shoulders...and then past that, as she aimed to work over the woman's arm with a torturous Fujiwara Armbar!

[thesteedman]

The Baroness gasped out as GASTER began to overcome her fears and take the match into her own hands. She did not know how or when it happened, but GASTER had her, moving fast and precise to keep the assault against her going. She felt GASTER's well formed and well rounded rear park upon her upper back, pinning her chest down against the canvas, before her arm was captured and pulled back beyond what it should have been capable of. It caused the Baroness to wince as her body tensed, trying to fight against the pressure GASTER was applying.

The leverage was against her, and the crowd grew wild watching the seemingly unstoppable Baroness writhe and struggle in pain as the hold grew more intense and the pain began to stack. The Baroness managed a twisted giggle, sucking in air through her lips as she bit down on her lower lip. There was something about the sensation of pain that made her feel alive, and though she couldn't help but moan and cry out in pain, more often than not it was followed by a giggle and a pleased expression, as GASTER pulled on her right arm, locking in the variation of the armbar known as Fujiwara...

"uUugh! I think your holding back GASTER..." whispered the Baroness to GASTER, feeling her joints and the muscles in her arm strain. It forced a pained grunt from the Baroness, as her face soured... but once more she began to laugh, realising GASTER had her good with their position in the middle of the ring.

"If you want... me to tap out... you need to do better..." Baroness whispered once more, breathing deeply as she slowly tried to shift her body. With GASTER on her upper back it was hard to fight out of the hold with the leverage against her.... and so she hoped to try and test GASTER... hoping she would try and lock the hold in deeper... The Baroness could endure pain, even find enjoyment from it, but she knew she couldn't remain in the hold as her arm was becoming more strained and the damaged increased... if GASTER shifted to try and improve her hold, perhaps she could try and use that against her... for now however she remained in the armbar as the crowd continued to celebrate as if a world war had been won...

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With GASTER finally getting the momentum of the match in her favour, she wanted to take it, and never let go until she pinned the Baroness...or made her tap out.

However, while everything about Stephanie's body language was telling her that the woman was in pain...

...her voice didn't, as she let out a cold giggle at the hold...mixed in with legitimate cries and moans of pain! The dissonance of her opponents' feelings sent a shiver down Clara's spine, before Stephanie would speak again...

"Better?", Clara would speak. She was starting to get suspicious of the current situation, reminding her of something that happened in a past match, against a certain Magical Girl...

...and if her fears were proven right, she might've been in even more trouble than she originally intended.

She would attempt to grant the Baroness her wish, as she bent her own spine and bridged backwards, pulling further on the Armbar as she transitioned into the Bridging variant of the move!