AV 18 GASTER vs. Silver Ace

Clara's been figuring out new ways to improve her offense while in the gyms for a while now, figuring out moves that would hurt, might make a foe tap out...but wouldn't cause them any injury or lasting pain. Wishbone was a kind of that move, and even though it would make one walk funny post match, otherwise, the poor victim would be a-ok! It did, however, earn her some bad reputation with AFW's trainers as she asked them to help her with holds, something she tried to make better by taking them out for lunch at her expense.

But the result of that was at hand. She had reduced the former Friction Hardcore champion into a screaming mess as she continued to spread her legs and torture her feet...

...until finally, Ace began to scoot backwards, attempting to escape the hold!

"N-no! No! SUBMIT!", Clara got nervous, continuing to work away at Ace's legs to get the tap out from her foe!

Honestly, submitting seemed like a really good idea at the moment. The pain in her legs, and especially her groin, was unbearable at this point, and she couldn't hold back her cries of agony. Even Gallium, looking on from ringside, bit her lip, torn between wanting to cheer on her best friend...but also starting to wish she'd tap out and spar herself the pain she was going through.

But Silver Ace was incredibly stubborn, and despite the Shadow Lords best efforts, she kept scooting...and finally managed, upon reaching and stretching her arm out as much as she could, to grab the ropes, the ref girl stepping in and demanding that Gaster break the hold!

"OK, GASTER, break it up! One! Two! Thr---"

Right before the third count was muttered by the ref girl, the Shadow Lord, with a grumble, let her foe go. This was a move she planned on using as a finisher...but now she had to keep searching for another one, better hold...

She scooted away from Ace, standing up as the taller woman rested at the ropes: "Mwahahahaha! And you are one of the best warriors of your universe? Why not submit to me now, if you had such a hard time in one of my torturous holds?", she taunted Ace for suffering in her hold for a good while, forgetting for a split second how angry her rival was at her at the minute...but knowing that she had momentum on her side, especially since the hold was likely to have weakened the Canadian wrestler...

Thank god for the ropes. In her multi-year career in AFW, Silver Ace honestly didn't think she'd ever felt such pain like that in any submission hold she had ever been in in her entire life. Camel Clutch, Torture Rack, even that deathmatch tournament she won on the indies where she got choked out with barbed wire, all paled in comparison to the hold Gaster had put her through. How the hell could such a small girl know how to apply such a move like that so damn well!?

"Q-quit your blabbering! It's going to take more than a lucky hold to put me away!" she yelled, the two-time champion grabbing the ropes and pulling herself up to her feet, ready to stand up and get back to fighting!

...for at least a split second, before her legs wobbled and went out from under her, causing the silver-haired Canadian to collapse back onto her butt. She couldn't stand. Her legs were burning, and felt weak and rubbery, her crotch was aching, her entire lower body hurt, and for the moment, she couldn't stand.

...Fuck.

"Mwahahahaha! Ready to kneel before me and accept me as your new ruler?", GASTER would continue to act in character. Even if the Wishbone wasn't a move to end matches with...it definitely was more than effective, and it was definitely something Clara was keeping as part of her repertoire.

But for now, she had to focus on beating Ace! With the silver haired wrestler's legs giving out, she would drag her away from the ropes, and attempt to wrap her arms around Ace's ankle, to try to force Ace to either submit, or lose full use of her legs as she tried to put her into an Ankle Lock!

Kneel before her? In truth, Ace could barely even stand up, shakily trying to get her legs back under her, much less make the effort of kneeling. Also, no way in hell would she ever actually consider kneeling to anyone, much less some small fry, self proclaimed, "Shadow Lord". Still, she really needed to get up, force her damn legs to work for her if she wanted to win this fight.

"You-You can do it Ace!" Gallium yelled, slapping the apron with her one good arm, showing her support for her friend...though remaining conflicted personally. Ace was her friend after all, and fighting in her name...but she really didn't get the feeling that Gaster was as malicious as she tried to seem, and she had been quite impressive in the match so far as it was...

Ace, perhaps motivated by Galliums support, reached out as Gaster went for her leg, catching the masked woman by her top and pulling her forward into her grasp. Wrapping both arms around the girls waist, Ace, with a cry of effort, forced her shaking legs to stand straight, allowing her to hoist Gaster upwards, dropping forward to slam her back down to the mat with a spinebuster!

Gallium's rally for her her friend distracted the Shadow Lord for a little bit, slightly disappointed with herself that she couldn't keep the pinkette on her side throughout the match, despite her obviously being in Ace's corner throughout...

This small hesitation on GASTER's part, as she moved in to catch the Canadian's leg, would allow the Canadian to retaliate, grabbing GASTER by her black top, dragging her towards herself, and, faster than the Shadow Lord could blink, Ace would drive the masked Brit into the canvas with a brutal spinebuster!

"GRAAAAAAAAAGH!

It was time to end this. Past time really. Gaster had been more talented than Silver Ace expected, far more talented, and Silver Ace had clearly underestimated her in this fight...but she was still a small girl, barely above the size of a Kawaii, and if Ace had taken things seriously as she should have from the start, she had no doubt she could have put the so called "Shadow Lord" down much earlier.

With a pained grunt, Ace forced herself to get back on her feet, legs still shaking and burning from the hold she had been trapped in, grabbing the masked british woman and pulling her up as well, glaring at the masked eyes. "Time to put you down!" she exclaimed, before turning and wrapping her arms around GASTER's head, having to bend and adjust her body to hold the smaller girl in place, before she took a couple steps forward, then leaped up, trying to drop down and drive Gaster facefirst into the mat with her signature Ace Crusher!

GASTER was rubbing her sore spine after the vicious Spinebuster from Ace, cringing in pain under her mask. The Shadow Lord knew that she needed just one moment, a quick reversal of fortunes and a string of her most powerful moves in the arsenal to win this very important match in her AFW PPV debut...

However, as Ace pulled her up, she tried to plan the Canadian's next move as she glared back into her frustrated gaze...

...right before Ace's arms wrapped around her head and it swiftly dropped down onto the canvas mask first!

"AAAAH!", she screamed out, as the momentum of her own and Ace's weight created momentum with which her poor skull was smashed into the canvas for the Canadian's finishing Ace Crusher!

Finally, it was done.

Only two women had ever kicked out of Silver Aces famous finishing move, two of the toughest women she had ever fought, and while Gaster wasn't a slouch, she doubted the masked woman was on the same level as the other two.

Flipping the girl over onto her back, Ace, her legs still aching and burning all the way to her groin, laid her back across the entirety of Gasters body, slipping one arm between the shadow lords legs to lazily hook one, content in her victory as the referee started to count. "1!"