Clara Gaster vs Nerissa Labong III — Fight Pit Match

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A lot of people watching wrestling believed it stupid to let your opponent strike you with a powerful move when giving them an opportunity. It's only after either experiencing it yourself enough times or watching enough of the sport that you realize how much of a role theatrics play. Sure, sometimes the smart thing to do was to get out of the way, and avoid getting hit...

But at the same time, getting hit and getting back up was incredibly important to showcase yourself to the crowd and to your opponent. To showcase how tough she was, to showcase no matter how hard she got hit, she would always get back up.

But Nerissa already knew that from their match so far. Instead, the potential high risk move turned into a challenge. Lowering her arms Clara nodded in affirmation, and began to climb the cage, expecting...or rather, knowing that her foe would not play foul with her challenge in the slightest. If Nerissa decided this was going to end on the upper level of the cage, it was going to end on the upper level of the cage. Each action made her muscles ache, with her head still throbbing after taking Nerissa's finisher head on. Adding to that, the Shadow Lord was worried. One wrong move off the top, and she wouldn't just lose the match...but get injured or worse.

The Brit climbed up onto the narrow walkway on top of the cage, finding her feet on top. Taking a deep breath, she pushed distracting thoughts aside, standing in position to fight with Nerissa once more, slowly approaching her...

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When Clara accepted Nerissa's offer and started climbing the cage wall, the Native American woman closed her eyes. She made a very big mistake. She shouldn't have let this match happen. Or at least sort out her feelings before it all reached the point of no return. In a way, she had trapped herself. And now she has only one way out of this trap.

She couldn't give up. If she had given the victory in the match to Clara without a fight, the brunette would probably never have spoken to her again. She couldn't to go easy on her opponent. Clara would have felt it for sure if she hadn't been fighting at full strength. This means that no matter how painful it is in her heart right now, she must do what originally brought them together in this ring. She has to prove that she is a better fighter than Clara.

That's why she closed her eyes and that's why she was repeating the same phrase in her head at that moment.

“You can do this... you can do this... you can do this...”

The roar of the crowd let her know that Clara had climbed onto the platform. The Echidna opened her eyes. Now that Clara was here, they had entered the final stage of the match. As soon as one of them falls down, it's over. Looking into the British woman's eyes, she saw no shadow of doubt. This woman was determined to finish Nerissa off, taking away the victory in their rivalry. No doubts. No hesitation. For her, their previous match was just a match where they both had a good time. No more, no less. That's what Nerissa saw in her eyes.

When her opponent took her fighting stance and began to carefully approach the Native American woman, Nerissa took a deep breath. Not so long ago she would have been happy to prove that she was better as a fighter. Right now, it wasn't what she wanted, but what was just necessary. Taking a fighting stance, she headed towards the brunette.

Her steps were smooth and measured, but when there were no more than two steps left between them, Nerissa abruptly raised her left leg, bending it at the knee as if intending to kick Clara. A low kick? A middle kick? A high kick? The British woman wouldn't have found out anyway, because it was just a trick.

Instead of kicking, Nerissa intended to abruptly put her foot back on the platform, thereby taking one more step and reducing the distance between her and Clara to a minimum. Thus, she wanted to ensure that her opponent had no room for maneuver, because at the same time with this step, she pulled her right hand back in order to then shoot this hand forward as if it were a cannonball. Using the impressive strength of her arms, she intended to send a crushing right uppercut into Clara's solar plexus and thereby deprive her of the ability to breathe.

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Clara's hands hurt from the cage's mesh digging into her fingers while she climbed, hissing as she tried to squeeze her hands together to make the ache disappear faster before the fight on top of the structure actually began. Looking into Nerissa's eyes, opening right as she reached the top of the platform, told her that the Native American really...really didn't want to do this. Not just the end of the match, but the fight in it's entirety. Why did she want to finish the battle at such a risk?

An answer creeped it's way into the British woman's head:

"...to appease you...

The complicated feelings of Nerissa for her were clashing with uncomplicated wish of Clara wanting to bring this battle to a proper end, something she was forcing Nerissa to do. Clara's head filled with distracting thoughts once more, as she shook her head, and once again, stepped towards Nerissa for the final clash in this physical and emotional fight.

The two women approached each other, Clara keeping her vision on Nerissa's body as she saw her lifting her left leg, Clara immediately preparing to block...even if she didn't have any idea where Nerissa was aiming, so for now, kept her arms high to anticipate the worst possible scenario...

...only for Nerissa to suddenly place her foot down! And right out of Clara's sight, something fast shot forward! Clara tried to lower her arms towards her abdomen, but it was too late!

"GAAAKH!!!"

Clara's hands covered low, stepping away from Nerissa as she opened her mouth...even though her body rejected oxygen after the vicious strike...

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Throughout the match, Nerissa had to make an effort not to look towards the front row of the audience, where Astrid, Charlotte and Victoria were sitting. She didn't want to see the disappointment in their eyes, it would surely completely rob her of the little resolve she had retained in her heart. Rushing to Clara, the Native American woman tried to do everything possible to stifle the emotions in her soul.

When the women closed the distance, the Echidna managed to deceive her rival. When the brunette threw her hands up in an attempt to protect her head, Nerissa's eyes flashed for a moment. Taking another step forward, she gained some speed in order to strengthen the hard punch aimed at the belly of the Shadow Lord.

With a painful groan, the air left Clara's lungs. The British woman wrapped her arms around her stomach, backing away, but Nerissa wasn't going to give her the opportunity to create distance between them.

“You can do this... you can do this...” she kept repeating the spell in her head.

The Echidna intended to take a step forward, throwing both hands at her opponent's head. She intended to grab Clara's head and pull the brunette closer in order to wrap her right arm around Clara's neck, thereby closing the Shadow Lord in a classic front facelock hold. All her life, she showed no mercy to her rivals, and in every match she fought she sought to literally destroy anyone who dared to stand in her way. No emotions. No regrets. But now Nerissa literally hated herself for what she was doing, because for the first time in her life she didn't want to hurt someone she had met in a match.

With so many thoughts in her head, she hesitated for one second, but then she forced herself to bite her lower lip. She just has to win. Not for the sake of winning, but for the sake of finally ending it all. The Echidna intended to lean back as sharply as possible in order to fall on her back and thereby drive Clara's face into the hard surface of the platform with a snap DDT!

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As much as Clara tried to develop her punches to be a solid weapons, especially in a no holds barred environment like this, it was clear from just one punch just how much better Nerissa was with her strikes. Just from that, she doubled over, unable to do anything else but succumb to her basic instincts of protecting her hurting abdomen. Even as Clara tried to step back away on the narrow platform, Nerissa gave chase, wrapping her arms around Clara's neck.

She felt...hesitation from Nerissa...but before she could try and punish her for her pause, Nerissa dropped down on her back, dragging Clara's head in tow with her, and driving the top of her head into the hard platform surface with a Snap DDT!

Everything cut off for a moment. The sights, the sounds, even the pain...but after the moment passed, everything rushed back to Clara...far, far too quickly for her to even comprehend that her skull just bounced off of a hard platform. The lights of the arena shining into the cage were too bright, the sound of the cheering crowd was too loud...and the Brit could not move a muscle, feeling the pain on top of her head...

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Trying to lock her heart, Nerissa used a fast DDT, thereby crashing Clara's head into the hard surface of the platform they were on. The free space was so limited that when the Native American woman fell on her back, her left leg slipped off the platform, hanging in the air.

“Damn...” flashed through her mind.

It was dangerous as hell, but at least she got the result she wanted. After the Shadow Lord's head crashed into the surface of the platform, the black-haired woman remained lying without any movement, Nerissa even felt her opponent's body go limp. And that meant that the opportunity was now open for Echidna to use the move that would end this match.

Still breathing heavily, Nerissa intended to roll over onto her stomach and get up on one knee. Her body ached with pain, but she gritted her teeth, then reached out to Clara to grab her arm in the area of the elbow and wrist. Pulling the British woman up, she intended to force her to take a more or less vertical position.

With every movement the pain continued to increase, but it wasn't just physical pain, it was pain in the very center of her heart because now Nerissa was literally acting against her own will. As soon as Clara was in an upright position, the Echidna intended to press her shoulders against the front side of the Shadow Lord and then get to her feet, thereby placing Clara in a fireman's carry position.

Quite involuntarily, Nerissa's gaze slid down. If it had been any other woman in Clara's place, the Echidna would have leaned back with a wide smile to take advantage of the height and literally smash her opponent's skull on the mat of the ring below them. With any other rival in the place of a woman for whom she began to have feelings that she herself did not understand Nerissa would have been inescapable. Like gravity.

But now... she wasn't ready to do that.

Therefore, if she had managed to put Clara onto her shoulders, she would have held her breath, then thrown the legs of the black-haired woman forward, at the same time leaning back sharply. Although she wasn't going to use the height they were at, Nerissa still hoped that this fireman's carry facebuster would be enough to end the match. With the help of her finisher, which she called the Echidna's poison, the native American woman was going to smash her opponent's face into the surface of the platform one last time.