GASTER vs. The Baroness

[thesteedman]

The Baroness gasped as GASTER used her body as a weapon furthermore, bridging her back, pressing against her feet and shifting all the leverage against Stephanie's arm, bending it in a manner that it was clearly not designed to do, threatening to curve it behind her back. The twisting and bending pain ran through her entire arm and shoulder, feeling as if her arm could be pulled from her shoulder socket at any moment. At first the Baroness screamed out as the hold was clinched tighter, but soon enough that scream turned into joyous laughter. GASTER was slowly beginning to impress her, she certainly had talent as a wrestler and knew how to inflict pain. Again however.. if it wasn't for that damnable mask...

"Much better... I... can actually... feel it now."

If the Baroness had one thing however against the lightweight wrestler, it was raw power and an unreal constitution. Despite her slender build, the Baroness was alarmingly strong. She was only just a middleweight wrestler after all, bordering heavyweight, her figure hiding a fair amount of mass that made up for her hidden strength... and though GASTER had a fantastic lock on her arm with the Fujiwara armbar, the Baroness was confident she could still move, and if she could move she could get out. A few clicks sounded from her shoulder, and GASTER was serious about trying to land a submission, gaining another loud scream from the Baroness as her arm was pulled back a little more... but it was the last one she would get from this hold, at least for now. The Baroness pressed against her own feet, violently buckling her body upwards, slowly threatening to get onto her knees and lift GASTER whilst she was on her shoulder.

It was awkard, and it took more energy then the Baroness would have preferred, but she shifted her body a little more upwards inspite of the pain against her arm, with GASTER virtually wrapped around it as if it was a firemans pole. Pressing against one of her long legs she shifted upwards, before she finally twisted her body and dropped. It would probably rank in the top 100 smallest slams, as GASTER did not go far, landing on her back with little momentum behind the drop, but the Baroness had managed to position herself to better fight back and attempt an escape. By now the Baroness' mostly exposed form held quite a low gleam from the sweat, but she was slowly taking some control through grunts and the occasional pained giggle. With GASTER still on her arm, she attempted to shift the lightweight down against the canvas, pressing her shoulders down against the mat to initiate a pinfall.

GASTER had a choice... release her... or lose the match. A pained but wretched smile smeared its way across the Baroness' lips when she glared at the masked featureless face of GASTER.

[Vc0m]

This was getting a little weird for the angry Shadow Lord. Stephanie was acting as if she were in pain...but her reaction at it was as if she was...enjoying it?

The words the Baroness said out of her mouth after screaming and giggling due to GASTER tightening her hold sealed the deal for the Brit:

"She...is a masochist...", she realized with slight terror.

"Damnit! No! Tap out!", GASTER screamed, tightening the hold further and eliciting another scream from the woman. Though she was trying to make her submit, and had her arm at a breaking point...GASTER did not wish to injure her opponent. No matter how much she was scared off and didn't like her...

Sadly for the Shadow Lord, the match wouldn't end right there, as she felt the Baroness move under her...before outright forcing GASTER off of her, slamming her onto the canvas!

"Ah!"

The drop wasn't that painful, but that wasn't the point of it. The hold was almost broken, and to make sure it was, Stephanie would pin her against the mat!

"ONE!"

"TW----NO!"

Although not willing to let go off the hold, and wanting to force the Baroness onto her stomach for the hold again...she simply didn't have enough strength to lift the white-haired woman off the canvas like this. As such, she let go off her arm, and jerked upwards with the help of her leg to force her frame off the canvas to break the pin...

[thesteedman]

It was always those few seconds after the hold ended that it felt like the pain would reach its climax, always hurting that little but more as the blood circulation began to return to normal. It made the Baroness gasp out, feeling the shock of release, with the pain becoming more intense just for those few seconds, before the sensation began to retreat to a more numbing and normally uncomfortable feeling. For one with a mind as twisted as the treacherous Baroness however, there was nothing uncomfortable about it. The French tyrant bit on her lower lip with a seductive expression, letting out a deep sigh when GASTER flicked out of her pin attempt and thus released her.

There was no time to appreciate it all however, as the lightweight was quick and already looking to roll away. GASTER was proving to be a smart one to add, looking to damage and weaken one of the Baroness' arms, recognising the reputation of Miss Squeeze as it were. If one of her arms was weakened by such a hold, it would make her predictable attempt at a bearhug more endurable if one arm could not squeeze as hard as the other. It did not matter too much to the Baroness however, it just meant it would take longer to force a submission... and the Baroness had all the time in the world.

As GASTER rolled away from the Baroness, she naturally have quick chase, stalking the smaller wrestler with purpose and precision before waiting for her to stand. When GASTER did after her roll finished, the Baroness pressed, catching GASTER with a full bodied tackle, carrying her before slamming her smaller frame against the turnbuckle. The armbar caught up with Baroness however, sending shooting pains down her shoulder and bicep that had been stretched near limitation. As such the Baroness pulled back, favouring the arm, shuddering from the sensation. It had been her intent to crush GASTER against the corner... but instead she had to settle for something else.

The momentum brought GASTER stumbling from the turnbuckle, bringing her towards the waiting arms of the Baroness, who quickly and frighteningly lifted her with ease into a powerslam position. The Baroness laughed out loud at how light her opponent was, before she lifted her upwards, hoisting the woman higher. Her arm was still playing up, and she felt her grip would break, and thus opened to drop down to one knee, throwing GASTER down against the outstretched leg for a vicious backbreaker. GASTER folded into a C shape over her knee, before the Baroness began to press against her legs with one hand, and her chin the other, looking to expose more of that midriff as her back was slowly bent in the gruelling hold.

[Vc0m]

GASTER was in a fight of her life...but, despite that, she still wanted to win it, not just survive it. As such, she had to let go of Stephanie's arm if she wanted the match to continue and kick out.

She would quickly roll away from the powerful middleweight to make some distance between them. Even if she didn't manage to keep the hold for longer, she still managed to hurt her right arm, taking away a major advantage from the woman, and limiting her bearhug! Now, only her legs remained as an issue...

As GASTER tried to get up to her feet near the corner, she gasped as she saw the bigger Baroness rush at her, taking her off her feet, carrying and slamming her into the post at top speed!

"AAAAAAGHAAAAAAA!!", the Shadow Lord screamed as her spine exploded in pain!

The momentum practically reflected her out of the corner right into Stephanie's arms, lifting her with relative ease as she fought through the pain in her arm...laughing at the weight advantage she had over the lightweight, before dropping the raven-haired Chuuni back first onto her knee!

"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Wa-wai----IIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

The backbreaker, especially comboed with the earlier tackle into the corner already took quite a lot out of the Shadow Lord...but what practically made the Brit scream loudly in agony was the aftermath, with Stephanie stretching GASTER into a C-Shape across her knee!

She stayed her arm. Knowing the woman that the Baroness was, she wouldn't release the hold, nor would she let GASTER leave with just a hurt back, even after the bell rings. Instead, GASTER waited out, biting on her lip as she cringed in pain to muffle her own screams, waiting for Baroness to release the hold to her hurt arm...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness bit on her lower lip seductively, listening to the sound of GASTER scream as she began to press and bend her spine in a way it was clearly not designed to. Her cries of agony were music to the ears of the Baroness, as well as having such a grand view of her suffering body. GASTER felt like such a little thing, looking so easy to break... much to the surprise of the villainous Baroness however, GASTER proved to be anything but easily broken. Though she screamed and struggled, there seemed to be no sign of submission. Given the mask, it was a shame her faces and expressions of pain were concealed, it was the only thing ruining the experience.

Still, watching as GASTER's body strained was sight enough for the Baroness. She held onto GASTER for a good minute, drowning out the sounds of the crowd as they stamped and chanted, looking to help GASTER rally into a comeback. The Baroness might have held her longer, but her struggles were taking a toll on her own strained arm. Stephanie had not allowed said arm to recover from the Fujiwara Armbar, and as such, the muscles began to seize in places and her shoulder was beginning to complain as the strain increased. Whilst the pain was something she could easily tolerate, given her unique feelings to it, it began to weaken her hold upon GASTER as the seconds passed.

As such, it was time to change tactics before GASTER could power out completely. With one last press down against GASTER's neck and legs, she forced a few clicks and creaks from GASTER's strained spine, looking to inflict enough pain to stun her for a few precious seconds. It was then the Baroness began to alter her grip, hoisting GASTER up against her chest in a powerslam like set up. The crowd expressed their dismay as the Baroness stood upwards, carrying GASTER across her own chest. With her arm reaching its limits, she bent down, before swinging her whole body backwards, using the momentum to fling GASTER towards the turnbuckle area with a fallaway slam.

[Vc0m]

The longer GASTER was in the hold, the more and more she got confused. Stephanie was pressing her into her knee viciously...how could she do that with a hurt arm? She might've underestimated the length at which the white-haired middleweight would go to to hurt her...

With that, all she could do was wait out until the minute expired, and the Baroness finally...finally felt the strain from the hold on her arm...

She felt the icy woman bend her one last time, cringing in pain under her mask, letting out a loud scream...but refusing to give up...despite her back hurting like hell, she could still keep going!

However, the Shadow Lord wouldn't manage to escape. Instead of dropping her onto the mat, Stephanie would lift GASTER up to her chest...

...before throwing her behind her with all her might for a Fallaway Slam!

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The momentum of the throw forced Clara to roll towards the turnbuckle. The fire burning in her spine was nothing like she ever experienced before...

She knew that, if Stephanie were to get another hold in right now, she might be done for...

But as of now, she had no strength to get up to her feet...with the Baroness menacingly standing nearby, likely scheming for more ways to hurt the lightweight...

[thesteedman]

The pain in her arm was beginning to fade somewhat, with a feeling of strength beginning to return. The Baroness rolled her shoulder with a smile, feeling sharp stings and tingles, no longer as stabbing as previously, but still present. The arm and shoulder would not return to full strength in this match, that much the Baroness was aware of, but it was still able to endure the dull pain and use it. Still, using it for extended periods was proving to be taxing with the damage done. The Baroness had it in her mind to crush GASTER with a bearhug to set her up for her finisher... the hold would no longer be as effective now and GASTER would no doubt battle out of it with mininal damage.

It was of no matter however, she could still use it to toss and hurl GASTER around the ring, and her more deadly legs were still more than capable of squeezing out a potential submission. As GASTER lay in the corner, still recovering from the backbreaker and fallaway slam, the Baroness began to pace towards her. The crowd continued to jeer, as if on the verge of a riot, throwing items and rubbish towards the ring which the referee had to clear. The Baroness normally did not achknowlegde the crowd, but here she was willing to make an exception as she showboated, raising her arms as if victorious. That only upset the crowd more as one might have expected. With the ref briefly distracted clearing one or two items that made it to the ring, the Baroness near slithered towards GASTER, her movement frightening and near snake like.

She was atop of GASTER in an instant, straddling over the hips of the fallen wrestler, grasping the back of her neck with her hands. The Baroness leaned right back, bringing GASTER's masked face to her cleavage, pulling her torso deep between her bare legs. The crowd could literally hear a loud thud as the Baroness' long legs literally clamped into place around GASTER's waist. She released GASTER's head, allowing her to arch back as her thighs tensed up and pressed in, with her calves digging deep into the back of GASTER's lower spine. The Baroness leaned back against her elbows, smiling as she near shivered in delight, feeling GASTER's bare midriff slowly being compressed and crushed in the infamous bodyscissor of the Baroness.

That GASTER was by the ropes was of no matter. She knew the girl would reach for them in desperation... she in fact counted on it. Letting her legs slowly crush GASTER was merely another mind game of the Baroness, knowing the rope break would secure release, but letting GASTER know what she was in for when the match was coming close to its end. The Baroness licked her lips, perhaps enjoying this moment a little too much. When GASTER would reach for the ropes... naturally it was the Baroness' intent to keep the devastating bodyscissors in place for all the seconds she could, only intent to release her before disqualification.

[Vc0m]

"Hah...hah...", GASTER breathed heavily, still feeling the massive fire in her back from Baroness's attacks. She needed a moment to recover, and heading outside the ring seemed to be a way to go about it...

...had the crowd not started throwing rubbish outside the ring in protest of Baroness beating up the beloved underdog. Even though she was her, one person with a bad aim accidentally striking her on her spine or head, and that would defeat the purpose of resting outside.

Still, the Baroness seemed to have been preoccupied herself with the crowd rallying against her, so it seemed that she had at least a bit of time to recuper----

"blink"

"AAAAH!", she screamed in fear, as literally, within a blink of her sweat soaked eyelids, the Baroness was frighteningly standing over her!

Taken with fear of the bigger woman's speed, Baroness would get another second to enact her next move...something that could end the match and elicit a submission from the Shadow Lord.

Very quickly, Baroness's legs would snake around the girl's torso, as Stephanie grasped the girl by the back of her neck to pull her up.

And as the bodyscissors tightened, GASTER found the need to scream, Baroness's legs digging into her spine, reawakening the fires in her hurt back once more...

...but as she opened her mouth to scream, no sounds would come out, for Stephanie's hold was so strong, it started to starve the Shadow Lord's body of valuable oxygen. Her body arched up as she lifted her left hand up, Clara's body begging her to tap out and end the match, especially as the previously preoccupied ref cleaned the objects thrown to the edge of the ring, and approached the two, asking GASTER whether she wanted to submit or not.

As she almost tapped out, she remembered how close she was to the ropes, and launched her left hand for them, securing the rope break...

...

...had Baroness actually gave a damn about the rules:

"N-no...", she croaked with what little air she had in her: "Let...me...go..."

"ROPE BREAK!", the ref screamed: "ONE! TWO! THREE...", she proceeded to count...

[thesteedman]

Stephanie was only really teasing and torturing herself in her own mind's eye. Once she locked her legs around GASTER's slender frame, she found she did not want to let go. For a moment, the French tyrant believed GASTER was going to tap out there and then, even with the ropes within her grasp. It would have been understandable, such was the grip of the Baroness' terrifyingly strong legs, but it would have also been greatly disappointing. Sometimes the Baroness did not even know her own strength, especially against a lightweight. It was a move she longed to see drawn out, desiring to witness the strength and will being crushed from her prey as her legs continued to close in around their waist.

An instant tap would not satisfy her, no, the Baroness wanted to see the fight leave their struggling form. GASTER was fortunate the Baroness had locked her finishing hold upon her in the corner, but that had been part of her end game plan when she decided to do so. Still, she was regretful that she was going to have to release GASTER when the ref counted up to three, threatening her with disqualification after the lightweight managed to desperately claw for the ropes to initiate a break. Finally, just before the ref was about to be pushed to a decision, the Baroness finally unwrapped her dangerous yet stunning legs from around GASTER, allowing her to collapse in pain as the aftermath of the crushing hold caught up with her.

Elegantly the Baroness stood, watching GASTER writhe in pain with a small but sneering smile spreading across her soft lips. The crowd were in total uproar, but that was nothing new anymore. The distain for the Baroness was clear the moment the match had begun, and had not improved any when the Baroness refused to release GASTER from her signature crushing hold. By now, Baroness had no interest in them. Her interest was purely on GASTER. The racket and jeers were no different than white noise, their gestures nothing more than dust to the eyes. As GASTER slowly began to regain her composure, Baroness sickeningly sent a solid kick right into her stomach as she was on all fours, once more knocking precious air from her lungs.

Reaching down, the Baroness took a handful of GASTER's hair, ragging her roughly towards her feet before forcing her head between her powerful thighs. Quickly and with precision, Stephanie wrapped her arms around her torso, hoisting her upwards and flipping her onto her shoulders. Her intent became very clear as Baroness turned towards the center of the canvas, carrying GASTER up high on her shoulders, looking to try and land a powerbomb on the smaller wrestler.

[Vc0m]

"Aaaaaaah...p-please, ref...hurry...", the hurt Shadow Lord would say in a dry, airless tone. Her spine hurt from Baroness's slams, her ribs hurt from her crushing bodyscissors, her head hurt due to her body having barely any oxygen in it.

Finally, as the 3rd count came, Stephanie untangled her legs away from the Shadow Lord. The girl fell onto her side, hugging herself as she grasped her hurt sides, and attempting to slowly regain her breathing...

"Hah...hah...h---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

But this was not something the cold Frenchwoman would allow, as she drove a hard kick to the Brit's stomach.

She couldn't even yelp in sharp pain as her hair was tugged on, Baroness rising the Shadow Lord up to her feet, and trapping her head between her thighs...before she flipped her onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb position...

"Now...or never..., Clara would think in her hurting head, as she attempted to pull her body backwards, to generate more momentum than what the Baroness wanted to drive her into the canvas is, which would, in actuality, cause the Shadow Lord to land onto her front, while sending the Baroness flying forwards away from her with a quick Hurricanrana!