GASTER vs Alex Drizzle - 2/3 Tables POW Match

[Vc0m]

With the 2 tables, two new Servants of Wood prepared outside the ring, The Shadow Lord proceeded to part 2 of her plan:

"Prepare yourself, Lord of Cool! These 2 Patrons of Maffew are prepared to sacrifice themselves in retaliation towards you splitting their brother into 2 with my being. ...", the Shadow Lord explained, as she lifted up one of the open tables...only to stack into onto another!

"They are prepared to be split into 2 as well, just to ensure your unfair rule wouldn't reach them, and to ensure my victory, and your servitude 100% MWAHA! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!", GASTER would finish explaining and laugh like a mad witch. By this point, Alex would definitely see and realize what the Shadow Lord had in mind, so there was little reason to hide her plan.

The construction was right near the corner where the Cool Queen rested, and only one thing remained - break it, and claim victory over slamming the Cool Queen through the two tables:

"You are finished, Alex", GASTER spoke as she rolled into the ring, saying the Cool Queen's true name to add weight to her words: "You were too weak to beat me...", she would say ominously, pulling the Cool Queen to her feet by her head: "Now, you will become my servant forever!", she would shout as she picked blunette's feet, trying to sit her at a turnbuckle, and, if successful, stand at the middle rope, in order to superplex her outside onto...and hopefully through, the 2 tables!

[RJD]

Alex was broken as she watched the terrifying sight from inside the ring, of course not quite as broken as the first table to grace the ring apron earlier in the match, but if Gaster and the two sacrificial agents of destruction had their way then she certainly would be. The cool queen letting out a grumble in response to the Shadow lord which would only be heard by herself.

The ominous wrestler not being satisfied with just one colossal titan waiting within her likely fly path, but rather preferring the option of leaving her to certain doom by stacking the titanic twins upon each other's shoulders. The mighty wooden beasts being ready for war meanwhile Alex was still too pained to act, and the Shadow lord herself didn't even plan to be within the battle, instead overlooking it from the shadows and watching with a sadistic smile as her long time rival plummeted into the void.

Gaster having stacked one table atop the other would roll under the ring, she wasn't moving too quickly but compared to the cool queen who was trapped and anxious of the immediate future it would seem like she was moving far too quickly for a puppet doll of the great mask. The shadow lord approaching and then grasping the queen by her hair before pulling her up to her feet, speaking the bluenette's birth given name, the idea of Gaster being the last one to address her as such leaving a sour taste in Alex's mouth as she lifted Alex to the top rope and then set herself up on the ring apron, her intentions being clear.

" Curse you..." The cool queen would comment, before letting out a groan as her opponent latched onto her, draping one of her arms over her shoulder and firmly grasping the cool queen's pained body. Alex of course trying to struggle, pushing against Gaster's body not with a specific goal, but rather multiple far of wishes she hoped would come true as some sort of miracle. Gaster falling, Alex falling, Alex managing to lower herself on the turnbuckle, maybe even managing to throw Gaster through the table. Of course the cool queen's feeble efforts didn't allow for any of those to happen, instead Gaster leaping off the apron with Alex forced to go along for the ride.

Gaster having a likely somewhat bumpy landing that even the puppet controlled by the mask would be able to survive, meanwhile the cool queen would be sent plummeting through both tables, letting out a shrill cry that would be entirely overwhelmed by the sound of the tables collapsing to the concrete. Alex being sent through both stacked up tables and being left reborn in a heap of Broken wood. The new cool queen being bruised, broken, feeble and unmoving other than her raising chest, and perhaps not even conscious within the carnage.

[Vc0m]

With the final words of the Cool Queen cursing her rival, the Shadow Lord managed to successfully lift the Shadow Lord up into the air despite her rival trying (and failing) to do whatever she could to stop the deadly and shadow-y Superplex from happening, before dropping both of them downward, plummeting towards the two wooden titans below them.

The entire fall took less than a second, but that time stretched into minutes, hours...days...months for the magical Queen and the Shadow Lord who battled with their lives on the line, simply to determine who of them was a better fighter, and who deserves to be trapped in another's clutches for 24 Earthly hours removed from their victory.

...until finally:

CRAAAAAASH!

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The crowd around them gave the loudest reaction they could from the move, people chanting: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT", as loudly as they could as both tables broke from the momentum of the fall of the Blue Queen and Yellow-clad Shadow Lord, Alex now laying broken under the 2 Patrons of Maffew, intentionally allowing themselves to be broken to destroy the Blue Queen, and to grant victory to the previously tortured Shadow Lord.

GASTER laid closer to the barricade as Alex was buried underneath the 2 Servants of Wood. Her everything now hurt. While Alex got the worst of the fall, the Shadow Lord wasn't unscathed from her own deadly attack, as the ref rolled out of the ring to check on the 2 battling Gods, who chose 2 small lightweight wrestlers as their vessels to do battle in.

The Shadow Lord let out a loud moan, to showcase to the stripped official that GASTER's Shadow-y spirit didn't not leave the small girl's body upon impact. Slowly but surely, she sat up, holding her severely hurting spine as she looked at the carnage she produced.

"D...did I win? I destroyed 2 tables with her, as per stipulations...ooooowwwwww....", the Ominous One would ask and moan in pain, sure that she has definitively beaten her rival...but confused over why the bell wasn't sounding, intending this to finish the match...

And the striped official...didn't give her her answer, looking wide-eyed and...confused? She wasn't sure whether the match was over or not. She quickly checked on Alex. If the girl showed any signs of life and of being conscious, the ref would be in complete disarray, holding her earpiece which contacted her with the backstage crew and management, the Shadow Lord clearly hearing: "Umm...what...should I do...?"

30 seconds later, a low ranking official came out onto the entrance ramp, mic in his hand to explain his (and LAW manager board's) ruling on the situation:

"The board has decided that, according to the rules of the match, one's opponent has to be put through the table twice. That means that there should be 2 situations that occur where one of the wrestlers is put through the table or, in this instance, tables. As such, GASTER only moves ahead by one point, and the match continues"

At the last word, GASTER, dropped back on her back as one of the rulers of this universe said his piece. Her vessel couldn't take it any more. If she took any more hits, she might've needed to find a new body to inhabit. But as of right now, her ability to move was the same as that of her buried rival right now, as she held her masked face in her hands, trying to somehow motivate her up to her feet to try and put the Radiant Queen of Cool Style through the table once more...

[RJD]

Before Alex knew it her spirit and body would take a mighty beating only imaginable in the darkest realms which one like Faster could reach into. The cool queen fought and fought, but the corrupted grip of Destiny dropped her into the abbys. The two tables shattering and then the radiant wrestler's mind becoming cloudy as her eyes shut for a moment.

The next thing that Alex knew would be a hazy figure gazing down on her. Was it Gaster? Such a question filled the cool queen's tormented soul with fear, but her eyes saw no mask, they didn't see features either, but she could at least tell that it somewhat resembled a real face. It couldn't possibly be Alex's patron could it? Such an appearance was unprecedented, yet not impossible.

Despairing yet hopeful Alex heard words, they sounded concerned. Surely this was in fact the patron who bestowed upon her the coolest aura known to mortals. The cool queen grasped her legs, the soft feeling hinting that it was a she, then before she could scale up towards the future's waist the figure would pull away, causing Alex to fall forward after somewhat standing with the figure as support.

The cool queen landing on hands and knees, releasing a grumble as suddenly a wave of sound overwhelmed her ears, leaving the ref girl's voice and the crowd's buzz to occupy her conciousness.

Given the hint she needed that Alex was awake the ref desperate for the answer she was to give the masked entity. As Alex then moved into a kneeling position, her vision would get clearer and she would start to suddenly feel pain in her previously numb body. Alex hadn't even considered her possible defeat yet.

Just as her vision corrected itself fully and Alex's sensibilities returned enough to question if it was over an official would suddenly appear atop the ramp and give her the answer she desired, at least partly. While the idea of taking more damage almost broke Alex's spirit, she was glad that she hadn't met her end quite yet. The cool queen letting out a relieved sigh before falling forward face first into the concrete again, still panting as the crowd watched on.

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The Shadow Lord laid on the padded outside of the ring, looking defeated despite getting a point just now. The war she and Alex were participating in was taking more and more out of both Goddesses, to the point where neither vessel would be suitable to serve the other after the match. All that the Shadow Lord wanted to do (or rather, the black haired British girl serving as the Ominous One's vessel) wanted to do was lay face down, in her bed, and let her dreams make her forget about the ache she was experiencing throughout her entire body right now...

This attitude of GASTER's vessel was likely the reason why the Queen of Cool Style managed to make her way to her feet first...sort of, as she used the black and white queen's leg for support before it got pulled away, the Blue Queen falling facedown on the ringside floor...

"Nnnnnnngggguuuuuuh...", GASTER moaned as she tried to get up to a seat once more, succeeding as her eyes didn't leave her most courageous, most defiant, most determined rival in the Queen of Cool Style Alex Drizzle. She loved that about the blunette...and hated at the same time. She never had this kind of "Never Say Die" attitude unlike the Cool Queen. This is why she almost lost their previous encounter...and it was playing a factor of weakness in the Shadow Lord even now...

"I-I wager...owwww...", GASTER said, as she got to her feet: "That you don't want to give up yet...Lord of Cool....aaaaaaahhhhhhh", she would say before groaning and hissing over the massive pain in her spine. Foolish as it was, she didn't attack Alex right then and there. She used the ring apron for support, in order to make sure she won't fall down again, allowing Alex to pull herself to her feet near the ring as well: "Y=you truly live up to your name, Radiant one. Truly, I have chosen a worthy rival in this dim-dimension..."

[RJD]

Alex hadn't lost, she was battered and tired but defeat had not yet come. The cool queen couldn't even stand tall on her feet currently, but yet she could still win, it was possible. Sure things weren't going her way currently, but the bluenette knew that Gaster's vessel had to be fairly damaged too.

With nothing to empower her other than the hope that the ominous one was equally as damaged as Alex was herself. After crumbling back to the concrete the cool queen would try one last time to get up to her feet, exhailing a long groan as she pushed up into a crouching position and tried to keep her balance enough to stand up. Alex stumbling back a few feet as she looked over at Gaster who had of course been raised from destruction already.

" Thank you...but it's a bit early to measure my might. I'm still just warming up... " Alex would grumble out, clearly bluffing as she took somewhat of a battle stance, not yet recovered enough to make her own attack but at the very least bracing herself for Gaster's next assault.

[Vc0m]

Breathing heavily, GASTER called her foe's bluff. Being tired from the match was one thing, but no way the Cool Queen wasn't hurting in the aftermath of the devastating Superplex to the outside. She barely managed to get on her feet as is. If this was warming up, then the Radiant Cool Queen's final form would disintegrate the Masked Lord where she stood.

With Alex up on her feet, she was prepared to continue the fight, standing into a stance, as if challenging the Shadow Lord to come at her. And, sure enough, slowly, GASTER closed the distance between her and her Cool opponent, Trying to maintain her stance in such a way so that Alex didn't predict her next attack, even if it was predictable even without her body language.

As she got closer, GASTER would suddenly swing her leg at Alex's, the one she had trapped in the Figure 4 Leglock for roughly a minute to incapacitate the Queen of Cool Style, as she tried to repeat a similar feat right now to make ground crumble beneath the Cool Queen's feet!

[RJD]

The cool queen would have thought Gaster extremely clever to call her bluff so expertly, although those who were a bit more reasonable would be far less impressed, afterall Alex had struggled to stand and still wasn't even ready to go for another attack. It would be acceptable and oddly strategic for Alex to purposefully wait for a chance to counter after such a damaging move, however that wasn't the case, Alex hadn't made this choice but rather her body was so pained that it was the only option that seemed possible in the moment.

The bluenette would see Gaster maintaining an ominous stance, earning a growl from Alex as it seemed the masked apparition had to rely on trickery afterall to press her advantage, The radiant wrestler doing her best to predict any possible attack as she tensed her body slightly but tried to keep herself loose enough to dodge a sudden charge or reckless assault.

However amongst all the different unique brands of pain occupying Alex's mind the cool queen would naturally forget the severity of the particular burning sensation in her leg, the bluenette forgetting about the fact that one of her crucial limbs had been weakened and not preparing to protect it as much as would be wise. The cool queen bracing her legs for the kick when it came, planning to take the damage and swing with a wild uppercut, but that plan would quickly fall apart as her weakened leg buckled from the kick, an expression of shock overwhelming Alex's usual war face as she stumbled side wards onto one knee, being completely stunned and realising much too late what the reason for her lead into such a compromising position was. Alex feeling tempted to slap herself in the face for forgetting such an obvious injury in the heat of battle, The cool queen not exactly being the most thoughtful, but still condemning herself for this blunder.

Whether the loud battle cry that escaped Alex's mouth to convey her anger over the mistake or the pain of her battered leg being beaten on more was unsure, however at the very least it was obvious the cool queen still had far too many emotions to fuel her vessel for Gaster to suppress her might easily.

[Vc0m]

With GASTER's kick finding her mark, Alex dropped to one knee in pain. With her once again regaining the advantage for the match, the Shadow Lord would taunt her rival:

"Try as you might...Lord of Cool...you still won't beat...!"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Alex let out a loud, angry scream. And GASTER could tell it was not just from pain, the Cool Queen was legitimately angry at GASTER downing her like that. The Cool Queen's scream must've been some sort of spell, as GASTER would flinch as the result of Blunette's war cry:

"Nghhrrrrrrr...Cry all you like, Lord of Cool! There is not a chance in any dimension that you would beat me! I won't allow that! NEVER EVER!!!", GASTER shouted back, turning towards the ring, taking her gaze away from the Shadow Lord to look into the abyss that was the underside of the ring...

...and there it was. One more table.

Granted, there was one more unbroken Patron of Maffew in the ring, but getting to it would give Alex way too much time to recover, in Shadow Lord's mind.

Quickly setting the table behind her (and hoping it wasn't cut from the same cloth as the first table broken in the match), the Shadow Lord moved towards the Cool Queen, grabbing her by her blue mane to get her to her feet:

"NOW IT ENDS!", getting Alex's head under her arm, the Shadow Lord would attempt to lift Alex one final time to break the table behind her with her using a Vertical Suplex!!!!

[RJD]

The cool queen didn't quite know that her road has given Gaster pause, but she was however glad to have even a moment to recover somewhat before the fight inevitably continued one. Alex being allowed some time to recharge as she watched the shadow Lord set up the table behind her, knowing it was likely a bad idea to stay so close but not liking her chances of escaping.

" I won't need your permission..." Alex would grumble out in response to the ghastly presense claiming that she wouldn't let the queen defeat her.

Immediately after their exchange the ominious wrestler would grasp Alex's royal blue locks and drag her up to get feet, earning a long groan from the bluenette as she almost sounded like a beast being proded.

Alex finding her head placed under Gaster's arm but knowing that she had nothing to fear in even this position. The cool queen spreading her legs slightly and bending her knees as she tended her legs to try and press her weight down. The cool queen also wrapping her arms tightly around the shadow Lord's waist to hopefully hold her right enough that Gaster couldbt lift her high enough and would need to lower her to the canvas.

If the cool queen's plans to use her weight to get advantage were successful then she would wait until her legs were lowered to the canvas again before unwrapping her arms from Gaster's waist and instead holding into the woman's side with one hand while she wonder the other off to the side before thrusting it forward and attenpting to pound Gaster's gut before then pulling her arm back and repeating the process a few times.

The cool queen getting slightly desperate as she felt tired and pained, but as she got closer to defeat she would seemingly just become more dangerous.