Clara GASTER vs Baroness - Bikini Match

[thesteedman]

It was only thanks to her positioning that the Baroness hadn't been rocked by the very first strike when she first locked on the bearhug. With her face up against Clara's stomach previously, the British Lightweight wasn't able to get the right angle to land a decent strike... However... now that she was pouring on the pressure in the deadly hold with a new position, Clara actually had a decent amount of leverage and more importantly, a better angle to attack at the head of the snake as it were.

The first strike came in hard, managing to catch the Baroness in the jaw. Given Clara was arched back, she had plenty of room for a good swing and an opening. There was a precision to the swing of the fist, the angle and the approach... it was all deliberate. In their last match, it was certain a lucky swing was what ended the match... A one in a million strike that just happened to catch the Baroness in the right place at the right time.

This was different though. One could have put the previous punch in this match to potential fluke when Clara tried to first escape the bearhug... but now it was becoming too consistent... Another strike all but forced the Baroness to loosen her grip, finally allowing Clara to stand on her own two feet. The next finally forced Baroness to reel back, releasing Clara altogether before she stumbled against the turnbuckle.

Lucky punches could no longer describe what the Baroness just went through... Clara had learned how to strike, and dangerously to boot! Feeling rocked and dazed from such vicious and stiff strikes, the Baroness swore under her breath in her native tongue, feeling a line of blood seep from the side of her mouth where one of the strikes had caught her good. As the cobwebs began to shift, she realised the crowd were going absolutely wild! It was that kind of reaction that could make even a lowly jobber rally and fight like a world champion... it was not ideal, and already the Baroness could feel a presence about Clara.

It was time to put her down!

The Baroness pushed herself off the turnbuckle, bolting into a dash towards her smaller prey. With a heavy swing she looked to try and cut down Clara before she could rally and rise against her, looking to try and slam a heavy arm towards her chest and send her tossing in the air with a clotheline... so long as she could hit her with it!

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The punches found their mark perfectly, again and again. When watching this match back, Clara would thank Kathy for all the sparring sessions she had given her prior to the match. Her school abhorred closed fist punches, it was extremely traditional to the old-time wrestling rules, at most teaching their students how to attack with kicks and forearms. If it wasn't for Kay giving Clara lessons, she might not have ever learned how to properly punches. She still disliked doing so, her school teachings too embedded in her, making punching feel unnatural in the wrestling ring, but she couldn't argue with results: she was free.

She needed a moment to recover from the brutal torture, barely keeping herself on her own 2 feet as the Baroness shook cobwebs from her strikes...as well as blood seeping down her mouth from one of Clara's strikes. Before she left, she might've felt awful for her opponent, she might've criticized herself for being so dangerous in the ring...

...now? She simply wanted to see Baroness on the floor and screaming in pain from one of her submissions. She wanted to win. It was simple as that.

When Stephanie, angrily, took of for Clara enraged, it took little effort from the Shadow Lord to duck (though the ache in her back did let itself know enough for her to cringe at the action). As she ducked, she caught Stephanie's forearm with her's as she slipped behind her hated rival, locking her into a Full Nelson. The action was one of reflex, and Clara realized too late as she was doing her next move: "This is going to hurt"

She popped her hips, and lifted the Baroness, aiming to slam her shoulders and neck into the floor below with a Dragon Suplex!

In the aftermaths of the move, Clara would scream out in pain, clutching at her hurting back, which bent and struggled through the powerful move, as she pounded the mat with her fist, trying to alleviate the pain in anyway she could

[thesteedman]

The Baroness grimaced when Clara was able to expertly shift herself, telegraphing the powerful attack. In mere moments the smaller wrestler deftly managed to slip behind the French Tyrant, slipping her arms to catch one of her own before a tight Full Nelson hold was locked upon her. Even with leverage against her... the Baroness was confident she could power out of the hold. Clara was not to be underestimated by any means, her hold was clinched tightly... but she was no powerhouse, and it wouldn't take much for the Baroness to monster out of her hold...

That was if Clara intended to hold it, and as it turned out, that was not the case at all. In an impressive display of technical prowess and wrestling experience, Clara had no intention of keeping Baroness in place, instead using momentum to hoist the Baroness upwards. Despite the wear and tear upon her spine, it did not stop the bikini clad beauty from forming a perfect arch as she was able to perform a Dragon Suplex. The Baroness gasped out loud, the world seeming to spin and flip from the motion before the shock of landing shoulders and neck first against the canvas rocked all her senses.

She felt her body fold in upon itself, before the pain of the sudden slam slowly crept in. It was a Dragon Suplex of absolute perfection, and once more it made the crowd completely pop as Clara began her daring comeback. Only moments ago it looked like she would be squeezed to defeat in a terrible bearhug... now, she was staging a fightback! There was pause as the damage was beginning to show upon the lightweight. Where previously she was up like a shot, now the constricting and bending holds upon her spine were taking a toll. Clara writhed after the move, favouring her back.

She might have been in trouble... but fortunately her Dragon Suplex knocked the wind out of Baroness' sails, and the Middle weight wrestler struggled to regain her composure. She rubbed the back of her head, clearly a little dazed and in pain. She looked towards Clara with half glazed eyes and a sour expression of detest.
"Why you...." She grimaced through clenching teeth, hearing the near deafening roar of the crowd. Slowly, the Baroness began to struggle and stagger up to her feet, the suplex clearly doing quite a number upon her... it did not seem to stop her completely however as the heel tried to take advantage of Clara's downed position, staggering towards her before throwing a sluggish kick towards her already worn down back.

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Clara was berating herself in her mind...but then again, what else could she do in this situation? She had to take Baroness down to make her submit, and the stronger the move was the better. She just didn't expect for it to hurt her more as well...

She felt Baroness approach her, and she knew attack was immenent, and braced herself for it...

"GAAAAAAUGH", she cried out as the kick connected, grit her teeth...

...and trapped Baroness's attacking leg with her arm.

With a swiftest motion she could manage, she also ensnared her other leg with both of her's, before trying to pull Baroness downward, making her fall face first onto the canvas. Taking a moment to rise, Clara, with sweat dripping down her frame, and determination and ache eched on her face, told the Baroness:

"This is the...end for you!"

She trapped Baroness's legs in a reverse grapevine, hooking them behind her's before pulling on her arm and hair to bring her head closer towards her...and once close enough, would ensnare the arm that pulled her hair a moment ago around her neck, looking to trap Stephanie in a Romero Dragon Sleeper!

"No escape, Steph...tap...", she commanded her foe.

[thesteedman]

The fight was getting dirty. Fight being the correct word of usage at this present moment in time. Though both of the opponents in the ring were professional wrestlers... this was no longer a wrestling match any more, it was a straight up fight between two individuals who had a grudge against each other!

Clara had no regret grabbing a hand full of the Baroness' hair, no doubt a move she would not normally do, but one that seemed all the more apt given the brutality and sadistic nature of her enemy... The Baroness might have had some respect for the change in Clara's nature, if she wasn't being outright bent into a C like shape beyond what her spine was designed to do. To make matters worse, Clara had deftly slipped her arm around her throat in a choke hold, whilst her own legs had the Baroness' in a tangle, locking in a devastating Romero Dragon Sleeper!

This was not a move that was used to simply show off one skills and athleticism, this was a submission hold that was applied to end matches! Clara once again proved she could not be underestimated. The Baroness had caught her good in the spine with her well placed kick, but it seemed Clara had been prepared for such a move, absorbing the hit before flipping Baroness down and wrapping herself around her in such a manner that the French Tyrant now found herself locked in the deadly hold.

She tried to scream in pain, but the tightened hold around her throat made her whimper, no doubt a sound that was music to Clara's ears! She was caught! The Baroness' eyes went wide, as breathing became more difficult, before wincing in sheer agony as Clara began to bend her more, shifting her legs, stretching the form of the Baroness whilst bending her spine all the more. Was.... was this how this match was going to end?!!

"N.... NO!...." The Baroness wasted precious air, exclaiming her intent! This only ended if she gave up... Despite the agony shooting through her spine, and her vision slowly beginning to develop spots, she couldn't let Clara win... not again.... and not like this.
"D... damn you to hell you... bitch!..." The Baroness near whispered... She did not know what to do, and soon enough she couldn't stop herself from screaming outloud when she felt her spine click and slowly creak as the hold was clinched further. That screaming was cut short when the Dragon Sleeper part of the hold tightened... It felt like there was no escape from this... her ears began to ring and slowly her eyes began to roll.... all whilst that incessant chanting continued in the back of her mind...

It couldn't end like this... It just couldnt....

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"I'll ride there with you...tap..."

If Clara's friends had heard her speaking like that, they'd be concerned. The usually sweet and kind wrestler was demanding her opponent's surrender, mercilessly choking the life out of her. But Clara believed there was no other way, that either she adapts and becomes brutal enough to beat Stephanie...or perish trying.

With Baroness refusing to surrender, Clara would remark:

"Then go to sleep...and when you wake up you will realize that I have beaten you...night, Steph...", she said with toxicity in her voice...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness was barely moving, and slowly the referee began to approach, looking to see if the Baroness had passed out or at the very least was ready to tap. A few audible clicks and creaks sounded from Stephanie's contorted spine, whilst her chest rose and fell deeply, getting little to no air within her chest. It looked like Clara had done it for the second time... that she was able to finally lock in the hold that would bring an end to the match.

As the referee approached however to check upon the Baroness, like something from a horror film, her body came to life! She shouted out in anger, her struggles of desperation filled with fire and rage! What occurred was no doubt a last gasp effort to try and escape, a little juice left within the tank as it where. The Baroness began to writhe and flail like a woman gone mad! Clara's grip however held firm, and the British lightweight could be seen visibly straining to keep the Middleweight contained.

It was obvious the Baroness would not be powering out of the hold... but then came a more crude tactic! Viciously... the Baroness began to grasp, pinch and dig her nails into Clara's arms, slowly scratching at her! For the most part, Clara was able to endure, but the crowd could see the underhanded tactics Baroness was resorting to and began to boo! The referee could naturally do nothing about it, knowing the stipulation at hand! Clara was holding on however... cranking the hold to try and press and squeeze a submission out of her crooked foe!

That was when the Baroness was able to reach up towards Clara's face, giving her a nasty rake towards her eyes! The Baroness caught her good, getting her fingers dangerously deep into one of Clara's eyes, so much so that the lightweight wrestler had no choice but to let go of the Baroness! An uproar began in the wake of her release.... The Baroness unfolded herself and collapsed against the canvas after rolling away from Clara. She breathed deeply, wheezing and moaning in clear agony. She didn't seem to move much, clearly having been on the verge of passing out within the Romero Dragon Sleeper!

The Baroness was there for the taking, but after the vicious rake, Clara needed time to recover! She favoured her eye, shifting to her knees as the ref rushed to make sure she was alright and not blinded! Horrifically, the match was still very much on when such a move would have been a clear cut Disqualification! Slowly... the Baroness began to move again, shifting onto her hands and knees! If Clara could recover quickly, she could still capitalise upon the downed foe!

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Clara knew Stephanie had nowhere to go. There was no way she could escape. She was definitely too proud to tap. It would've been a better victory if she did but even just getting her to lose, and not to random punch, but by choking her out, would give immense catharsis to the Brit.

When Stephanie suddenly came alive like Frankenstein, flailing wildly as Clara struggled to maintain her grip, Clara gritting her teeth to force the Baroness out...

Then came the scratch to her arm, to the point where long, white streaks were left on her arm:

"GYAAAAAAAH! You...vile...witch...TAP!"

This was pure desperation on Stephanie's part. She knew that she would weaken to the point of not being able to harm her soon...just one more minute...

Clara's reassurance stopped working as she saw Stephanie's hand come for her face.

Now she was the one with nowhere to go.

As the nails dug into her eyes she let out a shriek. The hold was immediately released as Clara forced herself away from the Baroness. She felt water pour from her eyes, as if someone poured salt in them...but there was something else there...something smelled metallic. Baroness scratched her hard enough that she drew blood on Clara's forehead. And as she tried to move her hand away from her eyes, her vision was incredibly blurry, barely to see what was in front of her.

This was her best shot.

And it missed.

In her blurriness she could barely distinguish red's striped shirt, trying to attend to her...as well as the blue clad figure on her arms and legs.

Like a wild animal, Clara went at Baroness, completely ignoring the ref, throwing wild, angry, desperate punches at her back:

"Why...won't...you...leave...me....ALONE!", she screamed at her hated nemesis.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness grunted as Clara clashed against her, hammering one of her fists down against her spine. Having already been bent out of shape for several minutes in the previous hold, her back was already throbbing with agony, and having a closed fist desperately pummelling against it, fuelled by rage, certainly did not help her. The Baroness screamed out, as Clara hit her in a soft spot that had taken the brunt of the contortion earlier, making her drop flat... another one or two of the strikes hit home, causing shooting pains through her spine which had the Baroness writhing...

Despite the pain she was in, and the inflicting damage from the few strikes, most did not hit the mark. Such as the condition of Clara, a combination of her half blindness and her rage, she was hitting anywhere, and not all her strikes were effective. As such, despite her efforts, the Baroness noticeably began to rise. Where previously she wore an expression of agony and anguish... now there was a different expression. Her eyes were frighteningly wide... and on her lips... was a smile?

As beautiful as the Baroness was of a woman, right now she looked somewhat demented. Her hair was unusually unkempt, her fringe hanging over half her face and wide eyes, and slowly she managed to get her knees despite Clara striking with all her might. Certainly she forced a grunt from Baroness with some strikes hitting the mark against her sore back, but most clashed against bone of the back of her ribs or struck too low against the back of her hips. Sure... Clara had been taught how to throw a good strike... but it seemed she hadn't been taught exactly where to strike.

With deadly precision, the Baroness shot her hand out, capturing Clara by the throat, before stretching her arm out. The size difference between the two meant Clara could no longer effectively reach at the Baroness, and slowly her fingers began to dig into her neck as her grip tightened... slowly beginning to strangle the British lightweight.
"Leave you alone?... Hahaha! Leave you alone?!! Oh my beautiful little pet... I could never leave something as beautiful as you alone after what you did to me. You are meant to be here with me... I didn't get to finish what I started with you last time, but tonight that will be rectified... " The Baroness began to hiss towards Clara, keeping her beaming yet sinister grin.

The Baroness rose to her feet, her adrenaline pumping as she managed to gain a resurgence of energy and motivation. The crowd erupted with rage as Stephanie pulled Clara up to her feet by her neck, standing over her as she watched her struggle to breathe. With a fluid motion, the Baroness pulled Clara close, wrapping her arms around her tender and exposed body, before hoisting her upwards for what looked like a second bearhug attempt! With powerful straining arms, she enclosed her limbs around Clara's midriff in a frontal and brutal looking bearhug!

She paced around with Clara for a few seconds, before dipping her back to add more dangerous pressure against her spine. With an feat of strength, the Baroness then hoisted her up, and over, arching her straining spine, fighting the urge to scream in pain... knowing the sensation of flipping and slamming Clara would be all the more satisfying! After a heavy belly to belly suplex, the Baroness released Clara, purposely using her as a stepping stone, placing her foot against her bare stomach as she pressed down with her heel and rose to stand up, before kicking Clara in her side to send her rolling away.

"<Get up!>" Baroness roared within her native tongue, caring little if Clara understood her or not. She was far from done with the lightweight!

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The crowd, fully engrossed with the match from it's start, could understand the Brit's frustration...but it was still shocking to see the usually composed, a slightly meek figure at worst of times, turn completely wild in response to Baroness escaping her finisher.

Even more violent thoughts went through Clara's head, a quick mental image of her using her large hair ribbon to choke the life out of Baroness to finally knock her out...but it past so quickly she didn't even notice it being there. All she was focused on was punching away at her, not even the fact that she was missing half her shots stopped her...

What did stop her was Baroness's hand seizing her throat, making Clara unable to breathe.

The grip was tightening more and more...not a single bit of air could reach Clara's lungs as the Baroness berated and insulted her. She didn't listen, just trying to punch through at the Baroness's arm and chest...but barely putting any strength behind the strikes. For all intents and purposes, Clara could've been a fly annoying the Frenchwoman with those punches.

Soon enough, both women were back to their feet...as Baroness put her into another bearhug. She couldn't even scream, Baroness simply squeezing the life out of her again, parading her trophy around the ring as she tortured her once more. All Clara could do to the immense pain was swat away at her foe's back...with the punches having barely any effect. In her eyes, all she could recognize were bright spotlight lights...everything else was under a blurry red filter to properly make out.

The torture ended with a strong blow to her back as Stephanie spun her around and slammed her down with a Belly to Belly Suplex. She opened her mouth to scream in never ending agony...and no sound could come out. She could barely get some air back to her lungs before Baroness kicked her to her side and order her to stand up in French...with Clara only being able to get as far as on her arms and knees. Her body was simply too tired to do anything else.

"I...", she rasped: "I...hate...you..."

Hearing those words out of her mouth felt...jarring to Clara. But it was true. Even Yoko Kitsune, the woman who insulted and belittled her, she didn't dislike this much. She actually wished Stephanie could disappear in an instant. Simply be gone and forgotten until the end of time. No other opponent made her feel so belittled, humiliated...worse than she actually was.