Clara GASTER vs Baroness - Bikini Match

[thesteedman]

Whilst Clara's thoughts were off despair and dread, the Baroness' own mind wandered on the other side of the spectrum. She was in bliss. Her eyes were closed as she kissed against Clara, all but revelling in the sensation of feeling her body slowly beginning to give to her embrace. Clara moved less and less as time passed by, her lungs starved of oxygen from a combination of a deadly scissor hold and a suffocating kiss. Her body was compressed between Baroness' powerful and dangerous legs, with resistance beginning to fade more and more. This was what the Baroness wanted... this is what she had longed to do since Clara had denied her all that time ago. It did not matter that the match was over... she was going to make this last. Stephanie would gather Clara afterwards and take her away if she had to... looking to pick up where she left off in a more private area...

Such was her focus on the moment, that the Baroness failed to notice a shift in the air. She was lost in the kiss, enjoying the feel of her failing prey, the taste of her blood upon her lips... The raging crowd beyond the confines of the ring was nothing but white noise to her. As such, she didn't notice the change when rage erupted into cheers! Nor did she notice her Maids on ringside suddenly gathering together and making a formation upon the entrance ramp.

The crowd all leapt to their feet when it looked like aid for Clara was finally arriving! It came in the form of Kay Scarlett, who was better known as 'The Drifter' in the ring... an up and comer who had been making a few waves... but tonight was no doubt the best reaction she had recieved in her career! The blue and black haired brawler dashed with alarming speed down the entrance ramp, clad in her usual clothing that made for her entrance attire, a scruffy coat... weathered sneakers and equally weathered jeans. Her hands were finger gloved and a buttoned up plaid shirt was visible under her open coat.

The maids moved to intercept her, and the crowd roared out in absolute glee when the first was dropped with a clear cut right hook. It was a miracle the Maid's neck didn't snap from the impact of the strike against her chin. Drifter did not miss a single step as she advanced, taking out two more Maid's with similar devastating strikes... a look of pure rage upon her beautiful features. As each Maid failed, it was the last one who got the brunt of the assault, as her telegraphed swing towards the advancing Drifter was punished with a well executed and high momentum Nomad Slam against the hard surface of the ramp.

It was hit so hard and so fast that it felt unreal to see Drifter up on her feet and moving as if she had not even missed a stride. Her focus was clear as well as her drive!

It was only now that the Baroness sensed something was wrong, breaking the kiss for a moment. She could have looked at Clara's barely moving form all day, such was the alluring nature of her beautiful features and her amazing body... but a vibration in the ring made Stephanie realise something was amiss. Only now did she notice the fans getting up to their feet... only now did she realise someone was coming... but it was very much too late.

The Baroness turned her head just as Drifter was using the ropes to springboard her entire form upwards so that she stood on the ropes, before the momentum of the decline sent her upwards and sailing. The Baroness still had her body scissors locked upon Clara... meaning she could not roll away as the Drifter sailed through the air. Time moved slowly... like in slow motion, and all the Baroness could see was the shadow of Drifter decend with her fist ready amongst the blinding flashes of photographs from the crowd. She didn't feel the impact of the punch... nor would she even remember it. Drifter would land the Wayfarer with such impact that it outright knocked the Baroness out. Her aim was perfect, and the head of the French Tyrant bounced off the mat. She lay flat on her back, and her deadly leg hold finally loosened much to the absolute joy of the crowd!

Drifter was already fighting the Baroness' deadly legs away from Clara's frame. She moved frantically to free her friend, a look of clear concern upon her face.
"Clara! It's me Clara... I got you... I got you okay?..." Kay gasped out in clear concern. She took off her coat and her plaid shirt, moving with such rigour that she ripped the buttons on her shirt ripping it from her own form. Kay was left wearing only her sports bra upon her torso, quickly using her shirt to cover up Clara, wrapping it around her shoulders before further wrapping her up in her coat. She picked her up, gathering her friend closely as she pressed her forehead against Clara's own.
"It's okay.... It's okay... It's over... I've got you now." Kay tried to reassure her friend. She felt herself almost filling up with tears, seeing Clara so hurt, her lips bloodied. If her priorty had not been to get Clara to the hospital... she would have spent a good amount of time beating the living daylights out of the down Baroness.... but taking Clara to hospital could not wait.

She stood up, delicately keeping Clara as steady as possible as she made her way out of the ring. The glare on her eyes said everything to the Maids who were barely recovering. It was a look not seen before on Drifter's eyes, but it put the fear of god within the Maids, making them stay clear as Drifter began to make her way up the entrance ramp, carrying Clara, keeping her close and wrapped up... protected.

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Clara wouldn't even be able to hear the crowd's reaction shifting. All her senses were completely off, other than touch, her spine feeling as if it was breaking apart, her lips feeling ablaze, wanting to leap off of Clara's mouth to run away from the bloody kiss...

...until suddenly, the kiss was over...and a second later, so was the pain.

She could breathe again, but her spine was still aflame...but her body was finally allowed rest, very quickly getting Clara into the darkness of unconsciousness. She heard something...her name, she thought. She tried to open her eyes, just for a split second...getting a glimpse of a blue haired, beautiful woman in front of her. Her body felt warmer for an unknown reason to her. From there, Clara's eyes shut...and her last thought made itself known before she was fully knocked out - that a blue haired angel has arrived to take her to her next life...

WINNER BY SUBMISSION: STEPHANIE "BARONESS" RENAUD