Lunara Ashmore vs Clara Gaster - Presence and Power!

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Despite the powerful move, Lunara managed to get the strength needed to kick out just in the nick of time, the crowd exploded in cheers as Clara exhaled, feeling that the end for Lunara was near.

Leaving the blonde laying on the ground, the Shadow Lord would climb up onto the top rope. Recently, she's been developing a new weapon for her arsenal. She wasn't the biggest risk taker, but a solid hit from the top rope was quite effective both offensively and to get cheers from the crowd in the right circumstances. Clara thought this was the right chance to do so, standing on the top turnbuckle with her back to Lunara, measuring the distance between the two...before jumping off, flipping in mid-air as she aimed her knees for Lunara's midsection to leave the blonde as breathless as when she first met her, with her new finishing Astral End!

From there, if successful, the Brit would keep her legs atop the blonde, grabbing her leg to fold her into 2!

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Why did she do that? Sometimes a person finds themselves in a situation where no matter what they do, it's bound to fail anyway. However, even in such a situation, a person can try to do at least something, even if there is only failure ahead of them. The result was already a foregone conclusion. However, she broke the pin even knowing that it was all doomed to fail.

In a way, it was nothing more than her final protest. She came here to prove that she is capable of something more than just fucking in the ring, that she is not just a whore with a beautiful body, but that she is a fighter. She knew that she would not be able to change anything anymore, but deep down she still wanted it, and this desire turned into this last impulse that she could not stop.

Remaining lying on the mat, Lunara was not even aware that her opponent headed to the nearest corner and started climbing the top turnbuckle. Nevertheless, her instincts took over and despite the pain, she turned on her back, trying to focus her eyes to figure out where the brunette had gone. Unfortunately, Lunara did not see anything good.

Clara jumped from the top turnbuckle. She took the maximum possible speed, and then sent both knees in the direction of the Jaguarundi's stomach. At the moment of the collision, the audience let out a sympathetic cry, but Lunara herself did not make a sound. Due to the wild impulse of pain, her body involuntarily folded in half for a second, but already at that moment she did not feel anything. Even in her mind, there were no thoughts left.

There was only emptiness.

When her upper and lower body were back on the mat, she remained lying without any movements, even her breathing stopped being heavy, which hinted that she had apparently lost consciousness. When Clara pinned her to the mat, the referee lay down next to them again. No miracle could have helped her break the pin this time, so the referee's three claps on the mat didn't take long.

“ONE!”

“TWO!!”

“THREE!!!”

Lunara's desire to prove herself turned into a complete fiasco for her.

It was all over.

Ding-Ding-Ding.