Clara Gaster vs. Kayla Mizrahi - Maid To Own

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With Clara fully intending to break Kayla down, she successfully got the headmaid under the ropes and inside the ring, quickly following her inside while the maids recovered from her attacks.

As Kayla laid on the ground, Clara grabbed Kayla's previously trapped arm, extending it...and then folding it in a way to make it stand upright...before stomping right onto her elbow to do more damage to the limb!

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[BlackAkuma]

This was going poorly. Kaylah could admit that.

It was an inescapable truth, one that she couldn't get around as she was hauled into the ring, while the other maids were laid out on the floor. Somewhere, things had wildly gone off course, and now it fell to her and her alone to right the ship. Despite the troubles, she was confident that she could accomplish this.

That was, until the stomp.

Kaylah had just started to stand up when her opponent moved to position her arm, forcing it into a strange fixture. Before she could move it out of the way, a foot came crashing down on her elbow, hammering at the joint and coming close - far too close - to knocking it out of the socket.

The Iron Maid looked like anything but her namesake as she went flopping away, shrieking and clutching her battered arm. ”You…you horrid little-” She could hardly find the words, but the death glare she shot at her foe spoke volumes.

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Crowd cheered for Clara, but they couldn't deny, the Shadow Lord's was acting...very brutal towards her rival. She seemed almost determined to annihilate her arm, to the point of her rival potentially needing to go to the hospital after the encounter...

Truth of the matter was, however...was that Clara was simply tired. Tired of the Baroness, tired of her grip on LAW, tired of her humiliating her friends. Kayla, as her right hand woman, stood as a symbol of everything the British woman despised about her arch nemesis...

"Yeah, i am horrid...thank your mistress for this.", she would reply to Kayla, grabbing her hurting arm, and trying to extend it over her back for a Fujiwara Armbar!

[BlackAkuma]

With her plan rapidly falling apart, Kaylah was in desperate need of a reprieve. She knew she could still turn this match around, seeing herself as the superior combatant over Clara, even if her in-ring experience was comparatively smaller. She just needed a breather, and her opponent seemed wise enough to not give her one - for the moment, her back was against the wall.

Realizing the danger she was in, she tried to push her way up, only to have Clara move in before she could rise all the way. Her arm was seized, captured, and she found herself wallowing on the floor, trapped in an unconventional - but effective - version of the armbar, with her opponent’s strategy becoming all too clear. Could Kaylah beat this woman? Yes. Could she do so with one arm? Doubtful.

With real distress setting in, she gritted her teeth, swallowed her pride, and made a mad crawl for the ropes, hoping she could reach them before her limb was pulled out of her socket.

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Clara kept brutally wrenching on Kayla's arm, trying to make as much damage as she could to the limb. Between how long she had Kayla's arm in hold, she knew the head maid wouldn't have the same striking ability or strength for the match anymore...but she kept at working it. She was angry. She wanted to show her rage at someone...and Kayla was a perfect target...

Eventually, however, Kayla finally reached the ropes, grabbing it, and once again, the ref called on Clara for a break.

"Count...", Clara would coldly say, with the ref once again counting up:

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F---"

4 seconds later, Clara released the hold, milking the hold for what it was worth, before letting go, getting off Kayla, as she awaited the Maid to get out of the ropes...

[BlackAkuma]

Kayla reached for the ropes, grabbed them, and gripped them tighter than she had anything in her life.

It was all she could do to keep from shrieking as Clara, this irritating little hellion, milked the hold for all it was worth, threatening to pull her arm clean off. Every second in the hold was agony, and while Kayla had no intention of giving up - not to her, not this way - she had to fight the reflex not to tap.

The referee started the count and the hold was broken, though she took her sweet time about it. The end result had Kayla wallowing on the floor, rubbing her twisted arm with her remaining good one, but she knew there was little time to deal with the pain. She needed to be up, she needed to be fighting, before Clara came in and capitalized on the opening she had made.

”You-” She grabbed the nearest turnbuckle pad and used it for support as she rose up to her feet, her knees wobbling all the way. ”Scum. Utter trash.”

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“I get it… but you shouldn’t do that.”, the ref tried to reason with Clara keeping the hold in till the count of four, but Clara just stared at the ref with a judgmental stare. The official shook her head, trying to focus at the job at hand.

As Kayla spoke, Clara’s expression shifted, twisting from a serious expression… to a much… much angrier one.

”I’m trash?!”

Clara walked up straight to Kayla as she tried to get back up to her feet, with the Brit trying to stomp at her opponent’s midsection:

”Not your mistress trying to turn my life into a living hell? Not your maids who keep attacking LAW wrestlers? Not you, their leader, who was just told to blindly hate me?!”

Each question was punctuated by a stomp from the Brit, her mind completely clouded by rage!

[BlackAkuma]

Kayla was going to get up.

She was going to get up, and she was going to get this urchin between her thighs, and she was going to squeeze her until her ribs turned to kindling and her eyes glazed over and she screamed so loud she lost her voice. That was what was going to happen, she swore, and she had every intention of making it a reality.

The plan was put on hold, though, when her opponent came over and started stomping away at her back, hammering her against the turnbuckle. The pain was nothing, however, compared to the insults coming out of her mouth, the utter idiocy she was spewing. As much as Kayla preferred to remain taciturn in combat, there was simply no way she could let such slander go uncontested.

”You are an ungrateful wretch, too stupid to see the honors being given to you.” She spat off to the side and glared at Clara over her shoulder. ”And my hate is far from blind.”

With a hoarse growl, Kayla pushed up and swung her arm out behind her, trying to catch her opponent in the face with a feral blow.

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”Honors?!”, Clara cried out in anger, swinging her leg up as she tried to go for another stomp against her foe… only for Kayla to pull a successful desperate attack on the angry Brit, driving her punch straight into Clara’s face!

”GAAAAAAAWH!!!”, she let out a shout, the punch being strong enough to force her to turn around, as well as make her head spin! Clara was completely disorientated!

[BlackAkuma]

It was satisfying to punch Clara in the face. To knock the taste out of her undeserving mouth. To give the simple idiot exactly what she deserved. Kayla could’ve done it all day long, and that would’ve been a good day.

But, as satisfying as it was, she could think of something moreso. Something that would not only please her, but the woman who mattered most, who was no doubt watching this match with interest.

”Come. Here.”

Kayla popped to her feet, reached out, and wrapped her arms around Clara from behind, trapping her by the elbows. She lifted the smaller woman up, hoisted her with ease, then put all of her might into a tight bearhug, crushing her at the sides, flexing to alternate the pressure, jerking her around to jostle the bones. Everything she could do to make it the most unpleasant experience possible.

And those were only the physical aspects. ”Scream for me. Loudly.” She hissed into Clara’s ear. ”I want Stephanie to hear it. Scream.”