Alyssa Monroe Vs. GASTER

[Devastated]

Locked in and tightly wrenching that arm, the fujiwara armbar was a dangerous move and from what Alyssa has gotten to taste of GASTER's skills so far, she knew she had to continue this hold and try and wrench that arm until GASTER either tapped or until that arm was pulled out of it's socket.

The Brutish Brawler would lean back a bit more and try and bend the arm even further, not caring for the loud screams of the woman, as the masked wrestler seemed way too stubborn, if she was in that much pain. Now she started to feel how they were being dragged, Clara was dragging them closer towards the ropes...it wouldn't be long before she could reach them...

" Cock..." Alyssa grunted out in annoyance at the thought of this, she hated this rope break thing...but only when it didn't apply to herself...strange.

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"AAAAAAAGH!!!", she screamed as Alyssa milked the hold for all it was worth. GASTER grit her teeth under the mask. She would've loved to keep the use of her arm...but, if she couldn't, she still had her other arm...and both legs, to apply the holds.

She would reach the ropes, and ref would pull Alyssa off of the Brit, the woman in striped shirt checking on the Shadow Lord's well-being:

"You alright to con..."

"YES!", she would reply without hesitation, despite her holding her left arm at her side, rubbing it to soothe the pain...

She would rise to her feet, and, with her left arm down, would try and approach Alyssa with her right hand up, trying to bait the woman into acting first!

[Devastated]

Milking the hold, Alyssa would keep it locked in until she had to release the hold. Shaking her head as she pushed away from GASTER and then up to her feet. She would bring her forearm up to her forehead and wipe away the sweat that was building up, turning her gaze to GASTER as the fellow Brit was starting to rise up.

When the referee asked her if she wanted to continue, it was a clear answer from the masked fighter. One that caused Alyssa to flash a toothy grin towards her opponent. It looked as if this girl was a bit tougher than she had given her credit for. Watching that approach, Alyssa would try and respond to it by throwing her right hand up and aiming to smack GASTER straight in the face! Trying to snap that head towards the side and hopefully knock the taste out of Clara's mouth.

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As Clara approached Alyssa, her fist would suddenly shoot forward, giving the Brit very little time to react as she lauched a punch to her masked face!

"GRAAAH!"

Her head snapped to the side as Alyssa's fist reached her jaw, with GASTER's vision blurring momentarily...

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Only for GASTER to follow the momentum of her motion turning to the side as she launched her leg upwards, looking to follow up the hard punch from the blonde with a hard Super Kick!

[Devastated]

Throwing that punch into the masked wrestler's face, snapping that masked head to the side as Alyssa would smirk. Confident and cocky, she figured that she could trash GASTER right about now. Though as she gave chase, Alyssa was wide open for but one second or so...which was enough for GASTER to find her window.

That boot of GASTER came up off of the mat and smacked into the face of Alyssa! The brutish brawler's head snapped to the side and her body soon followed before she dropped down in a heap, groaning out groggily as she landed on her side, hands moving up to hold her shaky head.

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GASTER was breathing heavily. Her body was hurting and tired and wanted to stop fighting...wanted to end this...and her brain was telling her: "Just...just one more...please..."

She grabbed Alyssa by her ponytail, and yanked her upwards, putting the girl's head under her arm into an inverted facelock as she grabbed at her jeans shorts and tried to lift her up, aiming to drop her straight onto her head for her finishing Reverse Lifting DDT - Shadow's End!

[Devastated]

Alyssa had been knocked for a loop with that sudden kick to her head, shaking her head slowly from left to right as she would try and regain her senses. She wasn't allowed to do so though as GASTER's hand grabbed at her pony tail and started to drag and force her up...

First pulled onto her rear, seated as she would groggily look about...then she was pulled up to her knees and then to her feet. Her head was starting to clear up little by little but as she was become at least aware that she was actually on her feet, that head of hers was pulled in under the armpit of GASTER!

The masked British wrestler would keep her trapped in that inverted facelock. Shorts grabbed, she was pulled up off of her feet and then smacked down harshly onto the canvas! Slammed by that nasty DDT variation that was GASTER's finisher! Body bouncing a bit on impact as arms and legs went limp right after the first bounce, her bell clearly being rung by that move.

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Alyssa went limp after the move...and GASTER was not going to lose the chance to end the match.

She would quickly sit atop Alyssa's petite chest, and grab both her legs for the best leverage possible. 3 seconds. That was all she needed to come out victorious in this difficult contest...

"ONE!"

[Devastated]

The weight on her chest went unnoticed by Alyssa as she was too loopy after that massive hit that had come out of nowhere. She groaned out though as drawing breath became a bit more difficult, her legs were folded up, both of them and then the slight sound of a smack against the canvas next her head.

It was quickly followed by one more, as the referee raised their hand up once more and smacked their palm against the canvas once more! Shouting out the next count loudly.

" TWO!..."

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"Come...come on...stay...down...", the tired Brit would think to herself as the second count was announced. Just one more second to go...the critical second that would decide how tough Alyssa was. If she were to kick out, Clara was afraid there wasn't much that she would be able to do in that case. The ex-MMA fighter would likely find a way to finish her off and end the match in her favor...

...but, luckily...

"THREE!!!"

DING DING DING!

GASTER relaxed...the match was finally over...

"Good...good match...", she would whisper to Alyssa, before attempting to rise to her feet...

...before suddenly wincing in pain, forgetting that her left leg was hurt in the match, and almost dropping back down to the canvas...

Thankfully, the ref would manage to catch her, and pull her arm up into the air in the Shadow Lord's victory!