Alyssa Monroe Vs. GASTER

[Devastated]

Alyssa found her way up to her feet after she had basically been called off of GASTER by the referee, for that reason Alyss would roll her shoulder a bit. She knew that she had this match in the bag, so far GASTER was looking to be a rather half-assed fighter, yet...Alyssa could tell it wasn't that cut and dry. This raven haired girl wouldn't be an easy prey, but it didn't seem as if she was going to be difficult prey, at least not so far. Opinions could change....

The Brawling Brute would narrow her eyes at the Shadow Lord as the fellow Brit started to move her way up towards her feet, getting up into a stand and looking over towards the blond Brit. Alyssa kept up her wide grin as she would gesture at Clara, waving Clara to come at her. Which to Alyssa's surprise the raven haired fighter did.

As GASTER suddenly out of nowhere took to a run at Alyssa, there already wasn't a whole lot of distance between them so when GASTER took off running and jumped up Alyssa didn't have a lot of time to react as the smaller fighter jumped up into the air and then drove her boots right into Alyssa's chest. Smacking the blonde off of her feet and sending her tumbling down onto the mat with a bam, as air and spittle rushed out of Alyssa's mouth from the coughing she did as a result of the dropkick.

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"Oooof...and another word of warning, cagefighter...", GASTER would say with a big smile under her mask as she managed to down the loudmouthed blonde, and would make her way up to her feet to quickly follow up her attack, grabbing Alyssa head with her arm to get her up to her feet:

"To never...take me...lightly!", she would finish, grabbing a handfull of her short jeans, before quickly flipping her in the air, and just as swiftly driving her down into the ground, spine first, with a Snap Suplex!

[Devastated]

GASTER's dropkick had taken the blonde by surprise but the Brutish brawler had no intentions of staying down. She coughed out as she would try and roll over onto her front and would start to try and get herself up onto her hands and knees, but it was proving to be rather easy right now as she was being helped up by the raven haired Brit.

Alyssa was soon up on her feet and with it the fellow Brit grabbed a handful of her jeans shorts and lifted her up into the air, throwing the blonde through the air and down hard onto the mat with that snap suplex! " Guugh!" Alyssa grunted out in pain as she made impact with the mat, arching her back off the mat and wincing out in pain. " Y-you little....bitch...!"

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"Hmph...I won't tolerate this sort of language towards my person, cagefighter...", GASTER would state making her way back to her feet. The Shadow Lord was more than satisfied with herself, as she was managing to prove her foe's words wrong. It was her now on the ropes, with GASTER in the driver's seat...

And, to keep it that way, she would approach her foe at her head, before taking a seat...and trying to get her right leg around the blonde's head, resting her calf at her neck, before completing a loop...or rather, a figure 4, with her left leg. Finally, she would grab hold of her left foot and pull on it, using it as a lever to drive her calf into her foe's neck to block the flow of blood to her head with Figure 4 Headscissors!

"Now go into eternal slumber, you fiend!"

[Devastated]

Alyssa was pretty stunned still, she shook her head and winced out a little as she tried to gather her senses and get back into this, but it looked as if GASTER didn't intend to give her a single moment to recover, those legs of GASTER soon found herself around the woman's head, snapping shut around her neck and head, hugging it softly as Alyssa's head was practically placed onto the lap of GASTER.

She glared up at the woman before the pressure came, the squeezing causing her head to feel as if it was about to be crushed, her neck and throat being cut off from getting any air. She gagged and gasped, hands quickly moving up and grabbing at GASTER's toned legs, she grabbed a hold GASTER's legs, thighs, grabbing onto those tights of GASTER and pulling on them, her legs kicking as she trashed from left to right.

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Clara grunted as she felt Alyssa trying to pry her thigh away from her throat, in an attempt to break the hold. The Shadow Lord was determined, however, to keep the Headscissor's in as much as she could, and to squeeze as much life as possible from her fellow Brit...and potentially, make her submit or make her pass out from the hold!

"Grrmmm...won't let you go, cagefighter! Now, what will it be? Will you surrender your will to me? Or should I do that while you are in a deep, dark slumber?"

Despite her extravagant way of speech, her intention and choices for Alyssa were clear: Tap out or pass out...

[Devastated]

Alyssa was in trouble, that much was clear to anyone with eyes, as she continued to trash and struggle, grabbing and pushing on those thighs around her head as the raven haired Brit talked down to her and told her to submit or pass out. The Brutish Brawler chose the third option though, her own option. She would do neither. Kicking her legs up as she would try and use them to leverage herself to swing around and try and force the pair to roll over onto their front.

If she could pull it off, Alyssa would grab at the back of GASTER's thighs. Alyssa would place her boots down against the mat and tried to rise up to her feet, leaning downwards as she would start to try and throw punches into GASTER's right side, over and over as she tried to force her opponent to release her head.

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GASTER felt fairly dominant, at the moment. Alyssa was someone who came off to her like a big bully, at the very start of the match, both before the bell and shortly after it. Making a woman like that eat her own words, as she slowly squeezed the life out of her with her legs made it incredibly satisfying for the masked Shadow Lord...

...however, Alyssa wouldn't give up to GASTER just yet, as the blonde cagefighter, would attempt to swing both herself and her foe onto their stomach!

"W...what are you doing! S-stop!"

But her command would fall on deaf ears, and her resistance would be meaningless, as Alyssa would turn both her and GASTER face down, and the blonde lightweight would try to get up to her feet.

The raven haired Brit wouldn't release her foe just yet, attempting to put as much pressure and starve her brain of oxygen as much as she could with her Headscissors...and, to possibly force her head straight into the mat, to force Alyssa to drop her attempt at escaping the hold.

Alyssa would react to that attempt in kind, launching her fist into her foe's side, right where her ribs were located!

"AAGH! GYAAH! N-no...GAAH!"

With each punch, GASTER's lock on Alyssa's head weakened...until, on the girl's third punch, she finally released her legs, turn on her rear, and sit up, wincing in pain as she would hold the hurt spot on her body that Alyssa repeatedly hammered a moment ago...

[Devastated]

With her punches smacking hard into those sides of the masked fighter, smashing her strong fists into those sides over and over until finally GASTER's legs uncoiled from her head. Releasing a long groan and taking a deep breath as she would straighten out. Alyssa watched as GASTER rolled over onto her rear, seated up.

That was just what Alyssa wanted. She reared her right back and would quickly try and send a brutal kick aimed straight for GASTER's chest. Attempting to down the fearsome masked combatant. Looking to to lay Clara flat on the mat and leave her vulnerable.

Should it work, Alyssa would attempt to reach down for the raven haired one's legs and start to fold them up with her own legs, attempting to then drop down onto her rear and try and lock in a figure four leg lock. Trying to lock the masked wrestler in a nasty submission hold of her own.

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As GASTER tried to rest from her foe's hard punches, she hoped...prayed, that from how long she held Alyssa in the headscissors, it would buy her enough time to recover...

But, as Alyssa swiftly got back up to her feet, despite still feeling the aftermath of the hold, the blonde fighter would ram her leg straight into the Shadow Lord's petite chest!

"AAAAAH!", she cried out, falling into a lying position onto the canvas...which was just what Alyssa wanted.

With the blonde quickly grabbing hold of GASTER's legs, she was looking to fold them into a 4 shape, to trap the Shadow Lord into the incredibly painful Figure 4 Leglock!

"N-no! STOP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

With the hold locked in, the raven-haired Brit felt like her right leg was going to be snapped in 2. Alyssa was not holding anything back against the Shadow Lord, looking to make her tap out...or at least, put some hurt on her leg to get herself an advantage for the match!

She couldn't take it for long. She laid down against the mat, only to hear a quick:

"ONE!"

"TWO!---NO!"

With her lying down, her shoulders were against the mat, counting as a pin in Alyssa's favour. She quickly propped herself back up with her arms...

...but, as she cringed in pain under her mask, and the ropes being far from reachable for the Shadow Lord, it seemed like GASTER was fully at her foe's mercy...