AV 18 GASTER vs. Silver Ace

Preceded by: AV 18 Kawaii Championship - Claire St Clair (c) vs. Izzi
Followed by: AV 18 Rising Star Champion address

GASTER


Vs.

Silver Ace



Match Type: Standard match
Winning Condition: Pinfall or Submission

Continued from Here:

"Um...Ace? Are you sure about this?" Gallium Heart asked, the pink haired rookie sitting on the couch in the locker room assigned to Ace, the younger of the two Canadians clad in a short skirt, tennis shoes, and a short sleeved shirt, one arm stuck in a sling, held against her side. A recent match between herself and a relative newcomer to AFW called "GASTER" had gone horrible wrong, the masked woman repeatedly trying, and succeeding, in injuring Gallium's arm, all for no real reason.

"Gallium, she hurt you. I don't care that it was just a sprained arm, it's still going to take weeks for you to recover, and she only did it because she got mad that you were doing better than her at the start of a meaningless match. You told me that you wanted to go solo, without me, and I understand that, but you keep ending up in trouble like this and keep getting hurt. You were out for weeks after what Juno did to you!" Ace replied, clad in her ring gear and taping up her wrists, having angrily and specifically challenged Gaster, the self proclaimed "Shadow Lord" to a match at Avalanche.

Gallium blushed, free hand rubbing the outer edge of her sling. "I know, I know...I'm sorry, it's just...I mean...I'm not hurt that bad, and while I appreciate the concern...doesn't this seem a bit extreme? I mean, I don't think she really meant to hurt me, and you're lumping her in as being the same as River and Juno. I kinda think you're taking this a little too far, you know? I don't need revenge or anything! Aren't you kinda just...taking your frustrations about WAR out on her?"

Silver Ace sighed in response. Gallium just had to bring up WAR, didn't she? Admittedly, it was a sore spot, given that, even two whole years after her feud with War started, she hadn't so much as gotten a single victory over the faction, hadn't gotten her rematch with Styx like she wanted, and had lost the title she had specially won to try and call Styx out to Styx's stupid partner. She stood up, making sure her tape was nice and tight before heading for the door, the silver haired girl officially ready to fight.

"...That's...not what this is about. I'm sending a message, and making it clear, that my friends are off limits for random bitches to attack, and if that means I have to take out this small masked girl to get that across, then so be it. Now I'm done talking about this, let's go."

With the conversation shelved for now, Silver Ace made her way to the entrance ramp, her music soon starting to play, getting the Australian crowd, full of energy, as it was still early in the night, to erupt in applause, cheering on the face painted woman as she, and her injured friend and student, followed behind her, Gallium looking cheerful and waving to fans despite her injury, while Silver Ace kept a serious look on her face, sliding under the ropes to enter the ring, and going straight for her corner, waiting for her opponent to show up.

The last few days before she was to go to Australia for Avalanche, Clara had incredibly bad time sleeping. She had made a mistake of watching her match against Gallium, and especially, the very end. She couldn't believe she did such a thing towards the playful, positive pinkette, who simply wanted to have a fun filled match against her...

...but, the more she went to the gym before her flight, the more she watched of Silver Ace's tapes (and got tips from Navi over emails), the more she felt...strangely positive about the whole affair...and was angry at thinking that as well...

...but...this had got her to a PPV, right? She was called out by one of Friction's biggest names by this point on her actions, and got to do a PPV outside of Japan or Britain for the first time in her life!

Overthinking the whole ordeal, and having her negative actions be rewarded in a way made the Brit's head hurt.

So, on the final day before leaving to Australia, after talking with her sister, she was determined to focus on the match. From what she'd seen of the match card, Ace had appointed Gallium her second for the match. Whatever happened in the ring, win or lose, she was going to apologize to the pinkette...

...but for now, she had to focus on her match. She got her first chance to prove herself on the AFW's biggest stage. She had a chance to wipe slate clean of her squash losses earlier in the year, and showcase herself as a superstar against Silver Ace...

...and if she lost that chance in 5 seconds flat, like with Alaina or Cicilia...perhaps the ring wasn't a place for her after all...

She sat backstage of the venue, taking deep breath to stop the pressure from getting to her, right up until the crew of the arena knocked on the door, letting her know that she was due in just a minute...

...

There weren't much lights to be darkened, with the arena taking place at night with an open air, but the familiar fog still creeped it's way onto the arena, as the Shadow Lord's theme played. The crowd booed the entering wrestler before she even appeared, with plenty in the crowd watching Friction weekly, and that wasn't an exception for the go-home show before the Pay-per-view.

A spotlight shone through the fog as GASTER's silhouette showed through it...but looking strangely...different, a fact made even more clear as the Shadow Lord fully exit the fog, and the spotlights of the arena pointed at her:

Spoiler:

Quite a few people were wowed by the short girl's fairly daring new attire, one that she used fairly sparingly on a few house and indie shows. The crowd reacted a bit more positively to the girl now (to the point of a few wolf whistles thrown her way)...though others were determined to boo the girl despite her new clothes...though a few cheers behind her refuelled the Shadow Lord's resolve towards defeating the woman waiting for her in the ring!

She walked towards the ring with little fanfare, only throwing one look to the side, seeing Gallium with a cast on her arm. She would feel a slight bit of anxiety. Despite being the Shadow Lord, she did not like the role of the villainess in the matter for real...and hoped to not let her other side surface ever again...much less during this match.

She rolled into the ring, with her mask faced towards Silver Ace, meeting her stern gaze with one of determination to beat the veteran tonight, before heading for her corner to finish the preparations before the match, as her music stopped playing, and the referee went to check both ladies for weapons hidden on their person...

Ace rolled her eyes as the masked woman made her appearance. Oh look, a fancy new outfit. That would make up for hurting her friend, wouldn't it. Turning towards Gallium, Ace blinked in confusion as the girl actually waved at the so called "Shadow Lord"

"Gallium, what the hell are you doing? She injured you, remember? She's the reason your in a sling!"

Gallium shrugged in response, lowering her arm as it became clear Gaster wasn't going to respond. "I know, but Ace, I told you, I really don't think she meant it! I've been beaten up by the people who ENJOY hurting people like me, I didn't get that vibe from her!"

Ace rolled her eyes again. Gallium was still young, still leaning, and granted, to Ace's fault, she really wasn't a good teacher when it came down to it. What Gallium needed to learn was that people like Gaster enjoyed stuff like this, just like Styx and Jessica, just like WAR, and, just like WAR, she needed to take such people down.

Her back itched, as it often had since getting a light tube broken over her back, something about the chemical in them being bad on skin. New scars from that tube and the thumbtacks that invaded her skin were visible under her half top. Painful memories that WAR would pay for...but first, Gaster would get her bill.

Ace had no intention of letting the ref girl check her, shoving her away and charging towards the opposite corner, looking to smash the smaller Gaster with a body splash while she was still in the corner!

Under the mask, Clara would actually blush at Gallium waving to her. It was likely that not everything was lost, and she could patch things up between herself and the pinkette...

...but, match came first, and having one of AFW's mainstays as one of her opponents meant her head had to be fully in the game at all times. Even a split second of thinking about something else could spell disaster for the Shadow Lord.

GASTER wouldn't respond to the pinkette for now. After the match was over, she could find her in the locker room...if Ace would let them talk, hopefully.

With the tension pre-match getting to her, GASTER would scratch the back of her neck...before suddenly pulling her hand away, as if recognizing herself doing a bad habit...

The ref had checked her boots and arm guards, and would step towards Ace to do the same...

...only for the referee to sudenly be shoved backwards with strong force:

"Wha---AAAAAAGH!"

GASTER would realize too late that Ace was making a beeline for her, as the silver-haired Canadian would collide with her, sandwiching the Brit between herself and the corner!

The moment Ace would pull away, the raven-haired chuuni would see the ref shaking her head, but still motioning for the bell, as she slumped into a seat in the corner from pain:

DING DING DING!

The match had started, and already, the Brit was at a disadvantage...

While not the most fair way of starting things off, the splash did it's job, colliding with the smaller wrestler and sending her crashing into the turnbuckle. For a brief moment, there was a fear of being disqualified...but the ref instead signaled for the bell, officially starting the match. Good.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just cause your small!" Ace growled, aiming a hard kick right for Gaster's midsection!

What did she expect? Hugs and kisses? Fair start?

"You broke her friend's arm! Of course she wants to beat you to the ground!"

Her brain's input on the matter would be very pointless, as she had a very angry Canadian's foot aiming straight for her stomach and chest!

Still hurting from the splash, GASTER had no immediate strength to roll away from the attack!

"GUAAAAAGH!!!", she screamed as the foot connected, wind being driven out of her, as she fell onto her side, instinctively curling into a ball from pain!

Gallium winced, hearing the masked girl cry out from Ace's hard boot kicking into her. While she appreciated that her friend was there to try and help her out...this just...didn't feel right. At all really. This girl was being treated as an enemy, and Gallium just...didn't get that feeling.

Ace, for her part, didn't seem to notice or care, the facepainted Canadian following up her previous kick with a few hard stomps onto Gaster's chest! "See how you like getting stomped on!"

Ace wouldn't be content with one kick, as the Canadian wrestler would move on to further hurt the Shadow Lord's torso, ramming her boot into her chest several times as the Brit struggled to draw a breath under her mask:

"Aaagh! Gaaah! KAH!"

This was becoming eerily familiar to the Shadow Lord's battles with Cicilia and Alaina a few months back. She hadn't had a single bit of offense on Ace yet...would it remain that way until she was pinned and defeated?

Oh man this felt good. With each hard stomp to Gaster, Ace felt a rush of exhiliration, the face on the girls mask changing with each stomp. From Gaster, to Amethyst, from Amethyst, to Jessica Wright, from Jessica, to River Styx. Anyone who had fucked with her or hurt her, paid with a hard stomp in the corner.



No wonder bullies existed. This felt good.



Not content yet, Ace grabbed Gaster and pulled her up to her feet, shoving her back into the corner, so the smaller girl was propped up. Backing up 3/4ths of the way across the ring, Ace charged. Halfway to the corner, she leaped, trying to smash the so called "Shadow Lord" into the turnbuckle with a Stinger Splash!