Battle of The Masks! (La Fantasma vs GASTER)

[TheManVan]

Leaping up and wrapping her legs around Clara's head, Fantasma's next action was to lean backwards and use all of that momentum to get Clara to flip over for a spectacular move! However, she quickly found that her opponent had locked down her hips, keeping her up right as Fantasma's eyes widened! She kicked her legs, grabbing at the back of Clara's head for balance as she was left balancing on Clara's shoulders.

She wasn't going to be there for long by Clara's will, her opponent planting her weight and whipping the albino girl forward! Sent snapping back into the mat, a thunderous clash of flesh and body rang out! Fantasma's body flopped off of the mat as she cried out, hands shooting to the back of her head, left recovering from the violent powerbomb!

[Vc0m]

With Fantasma driven into the canvas hard tonto her back with a Powerbomb, Clara was going to test her foe whether she coudl kick out after such a powerful move. Keeping a hold of her legs, Clara would fold the Luchadora into 2, pressing her body onto her legs and shoulders to try and pin her for the 3!

[TheManVan]

Fantasma groaned as she was folded up, her legs pressed high over her head as her shoulders were in the mat. The world was spinning from the violent collision as she barely recognized the referee in position! The second slap on the mat was all the realization that Fantasma needed as she kicked up with all of her strength, pushing into Clara to kick out of the pin!

[Vc0m]

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"NO!"

And the moment she heard the No, Clara got to work. She wasn't surprised Fantasma kicked out. She felt her foe was tough...and since she did so, she was going to subject her to more offense to wear her down!

In this case, she kept hold of her rival's legs, and turned her onto her stomach, transitioning her into a Boston Crab to hurt her back and make her humble!

[TheManVan]

Forcing herself off of the mat for the near count, Fantasma laid on her back as she had a brief moment of doubt if she made the count or not. Luckily for her, she was a split second on time to keep the match alive. Adrenaline working through her body, she tried to fight her way off of the mat, but Clara quickly grabbed a hold of her legs.

Her eyes widened as Clara turned her over, not giving Fantasma any time to lock her body, spinning the Albino girl from California onto her stomach! “Ooooooow!” She let out, throwing her head backwards as Clara bent her in half!

[Vc0m]

"Mweheheh...", Clara let out, the crowd cheering on Clara for the hold, but also cheering on Fantasma to escape!

"Wanna tap now? Or will you find a way to escape?", Clara would taunt her rival, feeling confident against the luchadora!

[TheManVan]

Fantasma shook her head as she refused to give up so easily, even if the move was placing a lot of pressure and tension on her back. She planted her hands on the mat, pushing into the mat to try and rise herself and Clara’s weight with it. Her face strained with pain by going against Clara’s pressure downward, but it was better than just laying on the mat and letting Clara twist her into submission.

“Just…you wait! I’ll…find a way out!” She growled as she tried to pull the both of them towards the ropes, intent on crawling and dragging herself towards a rope break!

[Vc0m]

Fantasma was determined to keep herself in the match, raising herself, defiantly refusing to submit, and crawling towards the ropes! Clara let her do that, choosing to, for the moment, transition the hold into a Single Leg Boston Crab variation, trying to put some damage on her limb as well as her back! Soon enough, however, Fantasma would earn the rope break. Holding in for a little more, Clara let go to let the luchadora get back to her feet.

[TheManVan]

Dragging herself and Clara across the ring, Fantasma finally managed to make it to the ropes and clung onto it for dear life as she managed to force the break. Clara would release her hold soon after as Fantasma's back was freed from the tight tension as she panted out loud. Although she could took liberties and rest on the ropes for as long as she wanted, Fantasma's competitive spirit wasn't going to let her take an unnecessary short cut against a tough opponent as she soon began to rise on her feet.

"Told ya I'll get out." she cheekily remarked with a smirk on her face, shaking her legs and wiggling her body to adjust with the lingering pains of the Boston Crab. It was a bit hampering, but it wasn't going to slow Fantasma!

[Vc0m]

”I expected that…but you are walking a bit funny, aren’t you?”, Clara lightly taunted. She approached Fantasma to try and grapple with the Luchadora again…before trying to grab at her arm, wanting to take her off her feet quickly.

If she were successful in grabbing it, she would Irish Whip Fantasma towards the ropes. Afterwards, she would try and outstretch her arm to ram her forearm into her head for a Lariat!