Nebel Schwarz vs GASTER! Might of Germany vs Might of Shadow Dimension!

The worst feeling in a top rope, high risk move is when you have jumped off, and your opponent either moves or raising their knees to spike you in the gut and you see it coming. You know your attack is going to fail, and in the split second of gravity doing it's work, you cannot do anything about it.

GASTER gasped before she came down onto her foe's knees, before landing stomach first onto them, gasping and wheezing as the air in her lungs slipped away from her body.

Lifelessly, she rolled off Nebel, clutching at her hurt belly as she choked coughed and choked due to the lack of fresh oxygen in her body...

Schawrz Nebel would shake her head as she watched GASTER's body flop off of her knees, rolling over onto her front, and making sure to keep her hurting arm against her body as she rose up to her feet, the Soldier would wince out.

Glaring over at the downed masked fighter, the German decided to take the fight to her. She had to think of something where she could let her arm rest a bit. As such, she went in and would try and grab at Clara's head, trying to lift it up just slightly off of the canvas, before she'd try and wrap her shapely, sweaty thighs around that head and neck, folding one leg over the other as she would aim to lock in a figure four headlock!

Propping herself up with the elbow of her non-hurting arm as she dropped onto the canvas, keeping her hurt arm close to her chest, she'd squeeze with her legs and tighten. " Fall into a slumber, Shadow Lord. Your might is not enough to defeat this soldier."

As GASTER laid down breathless from her foe's counter, her body was trying to recover, desperate to get back the oxygen lost from the sharp blow to the Brit's stomach.

However, this wasn't something Nebel was going to allow, as the German Warrior quickly wrapped her legs around the Shadow Lord's head, trapping her in Figure 4 Headscissors!

Pressing hard on her blood vessels in her neck, the move completely cut the flow of oxygen filled blood to her head. That, coupled with the fact that GASTER already had little air in her body from the earlier attack, and Nebel was definitely looking to defeat the Shadow Lord by starving her brain off of oxygen!

"Aaaah...n-nooooo...", the Shadow Lord quietly moaned, refusing to give up, and refusing to accept passing out in her foe's hold...even if her head was getting woozy...and her vision - blurry.

Schwarz Nebel would shake her head, she couldn't put as much leverage on this hold as she wasn't able to push her hips up into the air, with her hurting arm wrapped up closer to her chest, the blond continued to try and squeeze that head and neck of the Shadow Lord as much as she could.

She felt the raven haired woman struggle and fight in between her thighs, but Schwarz Nebel wouldn't release the the Shadow Lord easily. " C-come on....go quietly into the night." The German Hero spoke out as she would try and turn bring her arm down to press it against the mat, looking to add some leverage to her hold, wincing as she put some strain on her hurting arm.

"Guuuuuuuuaaah...", GASTER groaned as the hold was weakening her more and more, Nebel doubling down on the attack and trying to make the Shadow Lord either tap out, or pass out.

"N-no...can't...lose..."

With her really bad win/loss record in AFW so far, she couldn't bear facing another loss. She wanted to win no matter what it took...

With her last bit of consciousness and strength, GASTER would grab a hold of the German blonde's legs, and prompt herself onto a bridge...

...before attempting to flip herself up into the air, and onto her bigger rival, resulting in her taking a sit atop Nebel's chest, and her holding her rival's legs, rolling her up for a quick pin!

Schwarz Nebel would feel how GASTER would push herself off of the mat and bridge, forcing the German Hero's shoulders to be placed against the canvas, but that wasn't all. Suddenly GASTER jumped up with her legs, flipping over the blond as the relative newcomer to Friction was forced to release that head and Clara's butt landed firmly onto the generous rack of the Soldier!

"Uuft! She coughed out, pinned underneath GASTER with those legs folded up underneath the masked wrestler's armpits, putting the shapely rear of Schwarz Nebel pointing up into the air.

The masked wrestler placing herself on top of Schwarz Nebel caused the referee to slide in next to them and start the count. " One!...Two!..." The referee would call as she'd raise her arm up for the third count, but before she could bring it down, Kasumi would try and buck up and break the pin attempt!

Clara would blush under her mask as she felt her rear land on Nebel's soft and well-endowed chest...but the result was at hand, as she managed to pin her German rival with her counter!

However, right on the second count, Nebel would shake and take the Shadow Lord off her perch:

"Waaaaaah!", she screamed in panic, as she fell onto her hip...

...but wouldn't let her rival get the better of her again!

Using her arms, she would raise herself, and launch into a spring while Nebel would get up...

...and, by the time, the German Warrior was to her feet, GASTER would hook her right arm at her rival's head, sling behind her, and swap the arms, looking to take the woman down with a Slingblade!

Schwarz Nebel was able to kick up and buck GASTER off of her, sending the Shadow Lord away as she narrowly broke the pin. The blond newcomer knew she had to get up quickly or else she was going to be taken advantage off rather quickly.

So by that she would push up, rising up towards her feet, still holding that hurting arm close to her body as she rose to a stand. Though what she met when she got there was a charging Shadow Lord.

GASTER closed the distance and the raven haired spitfire came up and snagged her arm around her head and pulled her down with a cruel slingblade. Throwing Schwarz Nebel down straight onto the back of her head and her upper back with a loud thud! "Aaah!"

With momentum back at Shadow Lord's side, GASTER wanted to make sure she kept it running. As such, she would flip her rival onto her front, before taking a firm sit atop her back:

"Now you shall beg for mercy!", she would declare, as she draped her arms across her knees, and cupped her chin, lifting the German Warrior's head up into the air and trapping her in a Camel Clutch!

Being rolled over onto her front, the German Solider would wince out as her arms were draped over GASTER's knees, the feeling of her greatly hurting arm being pulled over that knee was enough to make Schwarz Nebel cry out a bit...whimpering as she was locked into the painful Camel Clutch.

She felt her neck being pulled back as those hands locked against her chin, cupping it and pulling the Soldier into a painful angle. She winced and kicked her toes against the canvas, shaking her head what little she could in the grip of the Shadow Lord.