GASTER vs Rosie Soto

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"DO IT THEN! I STILL WON'T TAP, YOU ARROGANT JERK!!!", she screamed back at Rosie, her attitude and the pain getting the better of her, causing the Shadow Lord to lose her composure as Rosie released the hold on her hurting left arm...

Rosie would keep lying to the crowd, making it look like this was an "eye for an eye" situation, that she wanted to take GASTER's arm in response to her pre-match armbar.

"L...liar...AAAAAAAGH!!!", GASTER screamed and grit her teeth under her mask as Rosie's leg crashed into her arm. Clara pulled and hugged her hurting limb towards her, as she turned onto her back to have full view of Rosie:

"You...you arrogant...evil...liar...I...I refuse to give up against people like you!"

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Emotions began to run high. It soon became highly apparent that GASTER had become just as frustrated as Rosie was, perhaps much more so! The masked girl screamed out her defiance. She made it clear that no injury or physical affliction would force a submission out of her tonight. Thus only further upset Soto. Where GASTER saw in-ring competition as a lifestyle, as the life of the Shadow Lord persona she created, Rosie saw all of this as a job. And GASTER was making that job...difficult to say the least.

"Haha! Do you even hear yourself right now?!" Soto chuckled before turning around from facing the audience to looking down over a hurting GASTER. Her eye twitched slightly with rage. A wicked smile began to form on the petite, barefoot girl's face as she took a step forward and continued talking down to the masked woman.

"You think that refusing to tap makes you cool?! Do you? No, here's a better one! Tell me, GASTER! That fictional moral high ground that put yourself on has any place in this match right now? Do you think that a deranged masked lunatic that runs around giving her prepubescent fans her 'blessings' has ANY right to be calling herself right or wrong? To be calling ME evil?!"

Rosie would lift her finger and point to the temple on the side of her own head.

"You're screwed up in the head! Whatever-your-real-name-is, I'll sooner heed the words of the loser champ than hear out LAW's crazy, self-proclaimed vigilante!"

With that, Rosie would step forward as if to attack! She aimed discourage GASTER before trying to take her out. To make her feel she were any other target or opponent for Rosie to get one over on. Rosie charged forward and hoped to connect with a Running Knee! She aimed directly for that poorly drawn mask that she began to foster contempt for!

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As GASTER laid on the mat, hurting and tired...Rosie would just laugh at the Shadow Lord's big words. The Brit lifted her head upwards to see an evil smile on the red clad lightweight's face, before she unleashed her fury verbally on the Shadow Lord, culminating with Rosie calling GASTER screwed up in the head...and even worse - a Vigilante.

At that point, Clara attempted to push herself up, as Rosie tried to ram her knee against her masked head...

...only for the Brit to move it out of the way, and quickly wrap her arm around her leg, trapping Rosie in place:

"You are correct. I don't have that right.", Clara spoke calmly, rising to her feet while keeping Rosie trapped by her leg: "I am a dumb, weak girl dressing as a silly character, week in and week out...height of insanity, right there..."

Pausing, the Masked Brit would try and twist Rosie's leg in her grasp, trying to slam the red-clad lightweight onto the canvas with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!

"Tapping out doesn't make me cool either...", Clara mentioned as she walked towards Rosie: "I am risking my career...my life, if I allow you to break it. It's idiocy...", the Brit paused again as she grabbed the red-clad lightweight's previously trapped ankle:

"But I have moral ground because I respect my opponent. Because even though I have a mask on, and make fun of them at times, even when I hide my true self in the ring, my aim is to challenge my opponent to their absolute limit, and to get them to challenge me back physically. I respect you for that..."

As she paused, she dropped onto the floor back-first, driving Rosie's foot onto the hard floor with a Foot DDT!

"But not you emotionally manipulating me or the other girls...or the audience. I hate that. What I use to cope with my problems outside of here, what I hide, you weaponize to win. I have an absolute right to call you evil, Rosie..."

Clara grabbed Rosie's foot one last time, as she turned the, hopefully still listening red-clad lightweight onto her stomach:

"And one more thing, Rosie. I am not a vigilante..."

With those words, Clara would grab at Rosie's ankle with both arms, trapping the woman in an Ankle Lock!

"I am a professional goddamn wrestler!"

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Rosie's frustrations with GASTER's entire fabricated in-ring persona culminated in a tongue lashing that, for once, communicated how the Canadian actually felt about someone. Rather than bank on her ability to manipulate, Rosie was eager to dispirit The Shadow Lord and best her with her own commendable wrestling talent. Of course, winning still took precedence over everything else. That's how it always was with Soto. But winning tonight for Rosie would go beyond simply squeaking out a pin or submission and then going home. Rosie wanted to expose GASTER for the fraud that she believed the woman to be. And after she secured a reasonable lead on the match, Soto was posed to do just that!

Or at least she was before her opponent just barely dodged her Running Knee to set up for a counter and a berating of her own!

"GAH!" Soto cried as she was spun down to the canvas with a quick Dragon Screw! The ensuing collision left Rosie more angry and disoriented than anything. On top of the embarrassing fall, she endured the indignant words of the same masked woman that she had learned contempt for. Although Soto could hear GASTER's words, she had no intention of entertaining them. Rosie placed her palms against the mat. She began to sit up to try and take back control, but before she knew it, her foe had already secured her ankle! GASTER dropped down to send a jolt of pain through Rosie's leg with a Foot DDT! The ensuing pain has Rosie writhe and roll onto her stomach, inadvertently facilitating her foe's transitioning an Anke Lock!

"Grah! Let go, you absolute basket case!" Rosie hollered as she began to try and flail her way toward the ropes! Emotions ran high and fan investment continued to crescendo as Rosie tried her best to hang on! After several seconds, the red clad lightweight would push up against the mat! She'd push herself up and let out a battle cry before attempting to roll forward and flip GASTER over! If her counter worked, Soto would teach for both of GASTER's feet and roll her up into a Victory Roll to try and steal the win whilst boasting just before the referee could take note and start the count!

"You're just a crazy person! You're not a wrestler! You never were!!!""

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"I will! The moment you submit!", GASTER would tell Rosie, while she flailed desperately in the hold, finally getting a solid hold on the girl. Even if she didn't tap Rosie out here, she would manage to hurt her leg just a little bit, and impact her speed...

Still, even if she didn't see eye to eye with Rosie at all, the red clad lightweight was still a tremendous wrestler...and it showed once more as she rolled forward, and grabbed a hold of the Shadow Lord's legs, suddenly flipping the masked chuuni over for a Victory Roll pin!

"AH!"

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"NO!", Clara screamed, as she attempted to jolt her body forward to roll both her and her rival forward. If successful, the positions would be completely reversed, as now GASTER would be the one trapping Rosie in a Victory Roll pin!

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Rosie eyed the referee's hand with a wide-eyed gaze, full of suspense. Her will to wrap this up and leave the ring tonight with a win off GASTER was palpable. The conniving Canadian lightweight watched the ref's hand meet the mat once! Twice! But just before the third count, the crowd watching gasped as GASTER rolled forwards to reverse the pin into one of her own!

"Really?!" Soto blurt out in an exasperated tone. She began to wriggle and kick with her legs furiously, indignant about her masked foe's resiliency.

"ONE!" The referee-girl counted.

"TWO!" "TWO...!" This time the audience joined in!

"THR- "THREE" The crowd hype nearly confirmed a three count, but when the ref raised two fingers it was plain to see that Rosie kicked out just a hair before the final count. She came within a fraction of a second of losing to the girl she had come to hold such contempt for.

"Just lose already!" Rosie barked as she rolled onto the balls of her feet and got up! The red-clad wolf in sheep's clothing dart towards GASTER with a sudden run, seemingly still eager to put the bluenette away! Rosie would run towards GASTER, hoping to catch the girl in a kneeling or not quite standing position! She'd jump up and attempt to set up a Tilt-a-Whirl. Soto would attempt to transition cleanly into an Octopus Hold to try and ensnare her foe into submission here and now!

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"Huff!", GASTER let out, as Rosie kicked out of her counter-pin. Despite her intensive cardio training over the last couple of weeks...she was already tired. The pace of this match vs Rosie was unlike anything she's been through before...heck, she was surprised herself at how she could keep up with Rosie.

"No! You lose!", GASTER attempted a comeback at Rosie...right as the red-clad lightweight ran and jumped at her, using her legs to spin around the Shadow Lord...

Eventually stopping as she grasped the Brit's arm, while trapping her head between her legs, with GASTER trapped in a quick Octopus Hold!

"AAAAAAAGH!!!"

"GASTER, do you...!"

Right as ref tried to ask GASTER for her submission, the Shadow Lord would try to stand up straight despite Rosie's weight on her shoulders and back, and drop right onto the red-clad lightweight to counter the hold!

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Rosie approached her foe with a hurried conviction. The longer she stayed in the ring with GASTER, the more annoyed she seemed to become. And the more resilient The Shadow Lord seemed to grow! As Rosie impressively latched onto her lightweight foe and pulled away at her limbs to bring GASTER down, GASTER clung to life like the last sparks of a dying flame! The bluenette practically shook with indignation and a sense of justice as she managed to find some footing and stand!

"Ugh! You're like a cockroach!" Soto exclaimed as she yanked back on that same hurt arm, hoping to give The Shadow Lord every incentive to fall back down to that canvas and submit so that she could go home and contemplate facing her next opponent! And fall back, GASTER did, right onto her back whilst backpacking Rosie!

"Urgh!" The Canadian groaned as her back met the canvas. She'd roll over one or two rotations away from her foe and onto all fours. Rosie would exhale a few labored breaths and slowly rise as she contemplated why she couldn't seem to be done with this opponent, whom she had surmised by this point to be a total whackjob. Anticipation in amongst the fans only continued mounting as the contest kept teetering back and forth between them!

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The moment Rosie released GASTER from the Octopus Hold, the Shadow Lord grit her teeth under her mask, and pushed herself upwards to her feet. Her body was hurting, but giving Rosie 1 window of opportunity was a death sentence, she realized. But even if she tried to keep up with Rosie, it seemed like the red-clad lightweight's resiliency would win out in the end. If she didn't end the match in the next few minutes, the fatigue would settle in, and her body would simply open up all the advantages her rival needed to win.

Rosie and her rose at the same time, though GASTER rising a split second earlier, and the Shadow Lord spent little time thinking up her next attack. Kicking her own foot under her, she launched her leg upwards, aiming it straight for Rosie's jaw for a vicious Superkick!

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Rosie was irate but she wasn't quite ready to pounce. No, like any reasonable person, she expected the pain, torment and lies that she had her masked foe endure to slow her down by a decent margin. Rosie got off the ground with the full expectation that she'd be the only one up. And instead of seeing that expectation become reality, she instead saw a brief flash of GASTER's boot coming at her face at high speed.

The sound of the impact of the kick resounded. Rosie staggered back a couple steps, catching herself on the middle rope. She seemed dazed for a moment. Her anger stifled by the sudden rattling in her head courtesy of The Shadow Lord's offense! Rosie was indeed bent on ousting GASTER and putting this match, this experience of having met the eccentric LAW wrestler behind her. But before she could do that, she'd need to find a way out of this predicament, if she even could at all!