AV 18 GASTER vs. Silver Ace

GASTER groaned loudly from pain by the time Ace was finished. Her chest and d-cup bust were on fire from Ace's vengeful stomps...the woman definitely had it in for her over Gallium...

The Shadow Lord would be forced up against a corner, given a brief split second of rest as Ace stepped to the opposite corner...

...this was all the Brit needed.

As Ace rushed at her, and jumped, Clara would force herself off the turnbuckle, and jump herself, her feet posed to ram right into Ace's chest, with the painted woman's and her own momentum for a hard dropkick!

...Aw shit...

Ace got a very brief sight of her masked opponent actually jumped towards her, before the girls boots slammed into the former Entropy and Hardcore Champions chest, managing to halt the heavier woman's momentum, and send her crashing down to the mat!

Gallium winced, seeing her best friend and mentor crashing to the mat, slapping on the mat. "Get up Ace!"

A reversal? A reversal! And an amazing looking one at that, to the point of crowd popping huge!

Clara would quickly run for the downed Ace, knowing that this was a prime time to put her opponent in the hold! A good armbar would stop a few punches in the longrun...though a kneebar or a leglock of some kind would make the face-painted wrestler think twice about stomping a mudhole through her!

...but then...she heard Gallium's voice...and seeing the girl in the cast made her remember her violent streak a week ago...

...maybe it would be best to hold off on limb targetting offence...for a moment, at least...

Instead, as GASTER got both of Ace's legs in her grasp, she would attempt to turn the veteran onto her stomach, and attempt to sit on the Canadian's back to lock in simple, classic, yet effective Boston Crab!

Silver Ace was made of tough stuff, something she had proven time and time again before, and would no doubt prove again. It would take far more than a dropkick to actually keep her down for a three count, especially from a girl so small...but still, a double kick to the chest was still a double kick to the chest, and having her own momentum used against her made it more effective.



As a result, once she landed, coughing and holding her chest, she stayed down for a few moments, briefly winded. It was enough, however, for her to be flipped over and locked in a Boston Crab, the masked girl having a surprisingly tight grip on her legs as she cinched in the simple, yet painful, hold.



"Gahh! I'm not giving up to so simple a hold!" She yelled, pounding her fist on the mat. Indeed, 5 years into her career, she had never once submitted or tapped out, and she had no intention to do so today!

"Nope...you won't...", GASTER would mention to Ace. She wasn't aiming to submit with her Boston Crab, as much as targetting her back for later in the match. She knew from experienced how awful it was when you needed to lift your opponent off the mat, only to have your worked over back act up, pain stopping you from doing anything for a few moments as your opponent can capitalize on you with ease.

So even if GASTER won't win here, her Boston Crab, which she wished would be on the face-painted veteran for a good while, would do quite a number on Ace's spine...

A number indeed it would do, and Silver Ace spent several painful moments trapped in the tight hold. However, Gaster had seemed to not factor one thing in her calculations...Ace had a longer reach.

Behold the power of longer arms!

Gritting her teeth through the hold, Ace reached back, hooking her arm around Gasters foot, and would tug hard, trying to break the hold by tripping the masked girl up!

As she held onto the hold, GASTER simply focused on doing damage to her foe's spine, only worried about her getting towards the ropes relatively soon, not that concerned about the Canadian possibly breaking the hold and escaping...

...and despite her good ring awareness, she didn't take into account that the face-painted wrestler was much taller than she was.

As she expected Ace to yank the two of them towards the ropes, Clara would instead fall forwards onto her face, as she felt her leg being pulled!

"OOOOW!", she cried as she hit her head, Ace managing to break the hold without a need of a rope break!

Never dispute the power of long limbs, something Ace was certain her masked opponent would keep in mind in the future. While the Boston Crab had been surprisingly tight from such a small opponent, it would take far more than that to keep Ace down for long.

Within a minute, Ace was getting up to her feet, wincing as her lower back twinged a little, the hold indeed having been tighter than she expected. Turning towards her masked opponent though, Ace would watch for her to get to her feet as well, waiting for her to turn towards her before stepping forward and throwing her leg straight out, aiming a rare big boot attack towards Gasters chest!

Groaning after her hold was broken, GASTER tried to rise quickly to her feet, worried that waisting too much time would give Ace a perfect chance to counterattack...

...and as her luck would have it...she was completely right, as the face-painted wrestler would be onto her the moment she turned around, ramming her foot straight into GASTER's chest for a big boot attack!

"AAAAGH!!!", the Shadow Lord cried out, the attack forcing her to drop on to her rear, completely at Silver Ace's mercy!

Gallium winced again, seeing the masked Shadow Lord take a hard boot to her small chest, slapping one hand on the ring apron. "GEEZ Ace! Little rough, don't you think?"


That felt good. Real good. Maybe she should start fighting kawaii fighters more often? Ace had never had this kind of advantage over an opponent before, and it was...sort of addicting. Gallium's protesting though...that was a surprise. "What is your deal Gallium? I'm kicking her ass for you, remember?" Ace snapped towards the pink haired cutie, making Gallium lower her head and go quiet, surprised at the snap.

Turning away from her younger friend, Silver Ace grabbed Gasters arm, pulling her up to her feet and sliding her head under her arm. "I wonder...how long I can hold you up for..." she murmured, before getting Gasters arm over her head and grabbing at her tights, before hoisting her up in a suplex...only instead of falling back, she held her straight up in the air, balancing her straight up in a rare show of strength!