GASTER vs. The Baroness

[thesteedman]

The Hurricanrana came as a surprise, of that the Baroness could not deny. It had almost appeared that GASTER was still recovering from what no doubt had to be one of the strongest squeezes she had ever had to endure, even if it was for a short time... She had been favouring her back, near almost whimpering and cowering after near being broke into two pieces.

The display made the Baroness believe she had all the time in the world to hoist the lightweight upwards and slam her down... but once again she underestimated the resilience of her opponent. Yes... she was small, yes... the Baroness could probably toss her around the ring all day... but yes... this lightweight would probably find a way to get back up and keep coming at her. She had a toughness about her, perhaps not so much physically but in her mind and her will.

The Baroness felt her world turn as the momentum tossed her over, making her land on her back in the center of the location people foolishly named the squared circle. It barely hurt, at best it dazed the Baroness briefly until she quickly found her bearings. To the Baroness, it was a cunning escape and nothing more... that was until the Baroness witnessed the real damage against her.

It wasn't the fall that inflicted the damage, it was that infernal crowd that watched. The 'pop', the standing ovation that GASTER received from such an insignificant move was hard to describe. Though the watching audience was nothing more than white noise to the Baroness, to GASTER it was something else. The crowd... the cheering, the whistling, the clapping and the stamping. It was a racket indeed, but it brought something out of GASTER, it powered her, gifted her strength she did not think she had.

The Baroness' face soured over the notion as she glared at that mask. Even concealed she could feel the look in GASTER's face. That reaction from the thousands of people watching washed away doubt and fear in an instant. It was time to snuff that confidence before it became a problem for the French Tyrant. Quickly she approached GASTER, rushing her to try and quell any momentum she could gain. With her good arm she looked to stampede GASTER, looking to crush her head with a powerful clothesline attempt... not something she would normally go for... but something she felt she needed to pull off before GASTER could gain momentum.

[Vc0m]

"Hah...hah...haaaah...haaah...", Clara would gasp for air, holding her hurting ribs as she rose to her feet, glaring at the Baroness...

...and hearing the standing ovation from the crowd for her.

The cheers and chants were trying to fuel her, making the Brit smile under her mask. Even in a match, as difficult as this, she still had fans behind her, cheering for her and egging her on to defeat the villainous Frenchwoman. As she turned back to Baroness...

...and for the first time in a while, saw legitimate anger on the face of Stephanie Renaud, the icy woman absolutely hating the idea of the Shadow Lord coming back on top, making the crowd incredibly happy...

The Baroness would rise fairly quickly, as GASTER confidently glared at her foe, believing that she could beat her Middleweight foe, especially with the crowd fueling her!

With Clara now running on her second wind, the match would continue, as the Baroness would launch at GASTER with an outstretched arm for a vicious clothesline! But, GASTER would telegraph the blow, taking for the Baroness herself...

...and, right before the impact, would jump high upward to the side of the Baroness, dodging her forearm on her other side, and hooking her left arm at her foe's head...

...before quickly swinging and switching onto her right arm as she dropped down, trying to use her momentum to topple the Middleweight with a Sling Blade!

[thesteedman]

The Sling Blade was successful, putting the Baroness straight down onto her back. The high momentum of the flashy wrestling move was unlike the Hurricarana GASTER had previously landed, as this move actually inflicted hurt upon the French tyrant. She clutched at the back of her head as she sat up before rolling to the side a moment later. The crowd were elctrified as GASTER was up quicker than the Baroness could respond, and typical of her nature, she looked to kill the momentum before it could really get going in her opponants favour.

Those cheers turned to outrage when the Baroness rolled out of the ring, favouring the back of her head, muttering profanities in her own native language. It was a tactical retreat, of that there was no doubt, as the Baroness gained significant returns on her bearings after the vicious Sling Blade. The ref was already counting when the Baroness climbed up the apron, glaring at GASTER with cold deadly eyes.

The crowd continued to stamp and chant, rallying behind GASTER who almost looked like she was stalking Baroness, a notion that did not so much as upset the French wrestler but all out anger her. She climbed through the ropes before advancing on the smaller wrestler, looking to try and grasp her for a tie up, wanting to close that distance as soon as possible and bring the fight back to her level.

[Vc0m]

Clara was not the fastest or the most agile Lightweight by any means, as she focused her abilities into other areas of wrestling, such as strength and especially - technical ability. But, against a big powerful lady like the Baroness, her speed was more than enough to overwhelm her opponent.

And the evidence of that would be at hand, as after the attack, the Baroness would take a moment to recover from the smaller girl's onslaught outside of the ring.

"Not so scary now, are you?!", the Shadow Lord would scream to massive cheers at the Baroness, as the very angry and humiliated looking Frenchwoman would roll inside the ring, ready to continue the match.

Stephanie would confidentally advance at the chuuni, likely to frighten her as she advanced on her, looking for a tie up to restart the battle...

...but, GASTER wouldn't move an inch from her spot, instead putting her arms up as she awaited her foe to approach...

...before she would duck under the woman's right arm, attempting to grab her with a swift motion!

From there the Shadow Lord would attempt to bend her foe's already hurt arm behind her back, attempting to trap her in a Hammerlock to further damage it!

[thesteedman]

The Baroness winced in clear discomfort, feeling GASTER wrench her arm upwards behind her back. If it wasn't for the height difference the hold could have been a lot worse, but GASTER held the position and advantage against her to prevent her powering out of the hold. More importantly, it further boosted the confidence of the lightweight wrestler, something the French tyrant was hoping to avoid. The fact that GASTER stood her ground when Baroness approached was a farcry from the young woman she had been fighting earlier... who had flinched or backed away... that fear was gone from the masked cretin.

"You... are... starting to get... on my nerves..." The Baroness whispered with agitation evident in her pained voice. She winced as another wrench caused a familiar pain to shoot along her arm... as GASTER was carefully selective about what arm she had captured. Already having fallen victim to an earlier submission hold, GASTER was wrenching, pulling and twisting on the same arm. A Hammerlock had never ended a match by any means, but the basic hold was slowly becoming more amplified in intensity as GASTER picked up where she left off on attacking her arm.

One more wrench actually forced a shout of pain from the Baroness, a cry that bled more confidence into GASTER no doubt, revealing that her tactics were indeed bearing fruit and taking effect. Though the Baroness had already been squirming and struggling to break free, her efforts became more frantic and violent now, as the French Wrestler doubled her efforts to try and escape the hold, twisting and turning, her movements being matched by the quicker and smaller wrestler.

The Baroness instead began to power forwards, looking to bring GASTER with her as she forced herself into the nearby ropes, front first. She used her strength to force them back, feeling the ropes press against her chest, midriff and hips tightly. With enough tension, the Baroness let the ropes power back against her, flinging her body backwards with momentum, before Stephanie grasped the top rope with her free hand, stopping herself from toppling back. She hoped the fling however with throw GASTER off of her back and put a little distance between them... more than anything she hoped her arm would be freed... though she enjoyed pain... she wanted to spare the arm... after all, she still had intent to crush that cretin for the trouble she had caused her in this match.

If her fling was successful, she looked to capitalise upon it, turning and throwing a heavy slap towards GASTER's masked face. The once confident and arrogant look upon Baroness was quickly becoming replaced by anger and agitation... GASTER was getting to her!

[Vc0m]

"Hmph...happy to hear that!", the confident Brit would tell her rival.

Baroness would be indeed correct in her assessment of the Shadow Lord's reaction to her cries on bending the woman's arm. She grew in confidence, more and more assured of her upcoming victory as the Frenchwoman succumbed to the pain in her hurt limb. Every motion of trying to shake Clara off of her limb, every cry of pain filled her with determination to defeat the tyrant! It would fuel the crowd as well, the audeince cheering and chanting the lightweight's name!

Still, the Baroness was not going to give up without a fight. Despite the Shadow Lord's best efforts, she failed to ground Stephanie, as she managed to push herself towards the ropes, grasping the top one, and getting ref's attention...

...not that the icy woman would need a rope break, as with a hard jerk backwards, she would manage to separate the Shadow Lord from her arm!

"WAAAAAAAH!"

GASTER would end up falling onto her rear from the counter, shaking off her cobwebs to see her foe next to her!

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

With a vicious and quick motion from the Baroness's healthy arm, she would send the masked girl flying away, landing on her front as she cried and winced in pain, rubbing her cheek that had a bright red mark forming under her mask, where Baroness's palm connected.

[thesteedman]

The jeers returned with a vengence, a farcry from the premature celebration from the watching audience. To see the counter offensive of GASTER snubbed out in an instant naturally decreased the morale of not just the watching crowd, but of the Shadow Lord herself. The slap had echoed throughout the arena, and though GASTER's mask probably protected her from a more severe hand shape mark upon her face, it did no favour protecting her from the damage of it. The condesending strike left GASTER prone in the ring, and before she could even begin to rise and recover, the Baroness further riled the crowd with another insulting attack against her opponant.

GASTER felt a bare foot from the Baroness press against her spine, forcing her down onto her front once again, before the Baroness arrogantly stepped on the Shadow Lord, digging her heel deep into the vertibrae of the fallen wrestler to force a cry of pain from her. The Baroness wore a terrible smile on her beautiful features as she stepped on GASTER, using her as a step ladder of sorts as she leapt off of her onto the nearby turnbuckle. GASTER was left writhing in pain from the vicious stomp of a step, giving the Baroness all the time to acend the turnbuckle, slowly turning with a deadly look in her eyes.

She waited for GASTER to naturally stand up, before leaping upwards, clasping her hands together tightly with both arms raised above her head. She came crashing down over GASTER, throwing her hands down like a savage weilding a club, smashing the Shadow Lord on the back of her shoulders with a devastating Double Axe Handle attack from the top rope. The Baroness naturally shook her tender arms afterwards, clearly in discomfort, but it seemed the pain did not dimish the strength of the blow. With GASTER down however, she took the liberty of sending a swift kick against the base of the spine whilst the woman was down... her attacks becoming increasingly savage, aiming at GASTER's back, no doubt in slow preperation for her devastating finishing holds.

[Vc0m]

"A-aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIIIT!!!", GASTER screamed as the Baroness pressed her foot against the Shadow Lord's already hurting spine, Clara cringing in pain and tearing up under her mask from the pain. The sadistic wrestler wouldn't keep at it for long however, lifting her leg soon enough. The Brit desperately hoped her foe did not do any long lasting damage with her attack...worried about her spine being potentially injured...

Right now, she had to focus on the match once more, as Baroness..would simply walk away from the Shadow Lord.

The moment GASTER tried to get up to her feet would prove to be her undoing, however, as the Baroness would jump the Shadow Lord from the Top Rope, driving her fisting into the top of GASTER's back for a hard Double Axe Handle:

"WAAAAAAAH!", she screamed as she was dropped back to the mat, before the Baroness kicked the Shadow Lord into the spine once more:


"OOOOOOOOOOOOOW! GOD...AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The pain was searing as the crowd felt uncomfortable watching the Frenchwoman decimating her smaller rival. Some of them lost hope in GASTER winning, just wishing her suffering will be over quick...but others prevailed, thinking that the girl could still pull through!

[thesteedman]

"Is this really the best that the self proclaimed 'Shadow Lord' has to offer?" Stephanie began to speak. Her accent was certainly alluring, but the venom that dripped from it was a condescending. The crowd raged on when the Baroness sent a swift and deadly kick against her lower back as GASTER writhed on the canvas, no doubt once more inflicting intense pain on her already worn down spine.
"You are nothing more than a scared mouse... whereas I am the serpent, the predator." The Baroness continued, sending a solid kick, this time into the bare stomach of GASTER as she lay on the ground.

The watching crowd began to roar their feelings out, though it all fell on deaf ears as the Baroness had no regard for them. Instead she grasped GASTER by the hair, roughly pulling her up until she was on her feet. An arm wrapped around GASTER's midriff as she was pulled close to the Baroness, who let her free hand open up and trace over Clara's mask, purposely grinding her nails to scratch into the material as she did so.
"... and do you know what we do to little mice like you?" The Baroness spoke, before squeezing GASTER close with her good arm, giving her a hint to what the Baroness was building up towards. Even with one arm, GASTER felt the squeeze against her sore back, as her bare midriff drove agonisingly tight against Stephanies rock hard abs. The Baroness slid her face close to Clara's mask, whispering so close to her ear her lips traced the skin.
"We devour them..."

The Baroness squeezed GASTER hard, letting a few seconds pass for the words and the agony of the squeeze to set in... before she wrapped her other arm around GASTER, hoisting her upwards with frightening ease. The French tyrant then dropped down to her own knees, using the momentum to force GASTER downwards and slam her against the canvas with a heavy spine buster. The impact was felt throughout the arena as the crowd winced in discomfort. The Baroness was up on her feet nearly as fast as she dropped... watching as her prey tried to sit up.

With arrogance she placed a foot against her chest, forcing her down on her back, before pressing down against her solar plexus with her heel. The crowd screamed in detest as the Baroness began to grind her foot into GASTER's chest... pinning and painfully compressing her ribs. The ref began to count, seeing it as a pin attempt...
1!...

2!!.....

The Baroness saw no intention in letting the count continue past two however, releasing her foot from GASTER's chest after the two count... walking away from GASTER with an arrogance about her stride. Only a few seconds would pass however, before Baroness would send another kick into GASTER's back before she could even fully recover.

Naturally... the watching crowd were on the verge of rushing the ring... such was the unsporting and despicable display of the Baroness.

[Vc0m]

The Shadow Lord screamed as her foe deliver a vicious kick after a vicious kick, continuing to torture her foe, both psychological and physically, aiming to hurt her confidence as well as her body.

Her spine was aching down to her tailbone, with GASTER knowing full well that one good hold wouldn't just elicit submission from her, it would have a potential of a real injury.

Baroness would not care about the well-being of her opponent. Not one bit, as she nailed another hard kick into Clara's bare stomach, the girl wincing at the impact as she tried to roll into a ball...but even that hurt her back, leaving her to simply cover her stomach with her hands as she tried to sit up, with Stephanie continuing spewing toxic words to the girl, slowly trying to make her realize that resistance is futile...

She whined as the icy woman would drag her up to her feet, pulling on her ponytail to do that. The Baroness would wrap one hand around her, squeezing at Clara's back as she tried to bite her lip to block her screams, fearing that Baroness was looking for a Bearhug to force her to tap out, teasing her by scratching at her mask, and grinding her hard abs on Clara's softer belly, making the process way longer than it should be...and forcing the girl's fear at what was coming to skyrocket...

And ultimately, what was coming would turn out to be a lot worse than a simple bearhug.

Bearhug would've meant she could tap out and end this. What Baroness did served to further hurt the Shadow Lord, as she drove her into the canvas with a brutal spinebuster!

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

The shriek would go over the arena as the crowd booed the Frenchwoman with vitrol, all the while the Baroness pinned GASTER with her foot on her chest, Clara having no more power left to resist to kick out...

...nor would she really need it. Instead, the Baroness would take her leg off, and kicking at her back once more...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH...w-why...why do you hate me so much...", she would ask in earnest. She hadn't done anything to earn the woman's scorn. She only fought with her as she would've any other competitor...a tougher one admittedly, but everything that Baroness was doing felt like the woman wanted to make this the Brit's final match...