Makie Akamatsu vs GASTER - Hurricane of Darkness!

"Mwahahahahaha! Are you ready to beg for mercy?!", the Shadow Lord would taunt her foe, trying to hold her over her head...

...problem being that Romero was a move that required a lot of strength from it's user, to keep her opponent stable over her head to keep the hold going properly...

The strain of the hold on her caused her to lower her rival closer to her body...at the worst possible moment when Makie swung her head downward, straight into the bridge of the Shadow Lord's nose!

"MMMMGGGH!!!"

Immediately, Clara dropped Makie, breaking the hold and sitting up. The pain caused tears to well up in her eyes as she checked on her hurt nose...

Makie cried out in pain as her body was arched painfully above GASTER, the hold showing off her flexibility to the eager audience as her legs and arms were pulled backwards, causing her body and chest to strain against the fabric of her suit. The pain was almost overwhelming, and, with her eyes clenched shut, it was taking a lot of effort on Makie's part not to scream a submission then and there.

Instead, by some miracle, she managed to shoot her head back and slam it against GASTER's masked face, forcing her to break the hold. Gasping in relief, Makie flopped onto the mat, breathing hard, her back throbbing with pain and the back of her head also pretty sore after impacting with that mask. Groaning, Makie began to drag herself towards the ropes, hoping to pull herself back up.

Around them, the crowd began to clap in unison, eager to see which of the two wrestlers would get up first.

Though dazed, GASTER realized what the crowd was clapping for when she heard it, slowly rising back up to her feet in spite of the world swimming in front of her eyes, and a throbbing pain at her nose.

Slowly, the world would finally come still, and she would see her rival picking herself up at the ropes.

Fired up from having her hold broken, the Shadow Lord leapt towards Makie, trying to clothesline the woman at the ropes!

Makie's back was not doing her any favours right now after she had been dropped on her neck and shoulders by GASTER, and that subsequent Romero Special was leaving her hurting even more badly. Groaning, she managed to grab a hold of the rope, pulling up on it, getting to one knee, then another. The crowd's chanting gave her the energy she needed to haul herself up: grimacing, she turned around....

...just in time to see GASTER lunging at her like some skull-faced ghoul. Makie's eyes widened, and she didn't have time to dodge before GASTER's arm slammed against her chest. She cried out, the blow sending her tipping over the ropes and crashing down to the ringside floor, lying facedown in a stunned heap!

Under her mask, Clara was determined to win against Makie. She was bringing her to her next level, and she wanted to do her best to beat the tag champion.

Nailing her clothesline, she would successfully drive her rival out of the ring, Makie lying face down on the floor.

GASTER would hop on top of the turnbuckle, aiming for Makie, before she jumped off for a big jump, the audience shocked that the small woman went for such a big risk, trying to hit her rival with a Frog Splash!

Makie was in a world of pain as she lay on her front. Her chest stung from that last clothesline, and the impact she had just taken from falling out of the ring wasn't doing her any favours either. Slowly, and painfully, she tried to move, but only succeeded in rolling herself over. She fell over onto her back, one hand cradling her hurting chest as she lay on the floor, eyes screwed shut as the movement just made the pain worse.

She opened one eye...just in time to see GASTER leaping off of the turnbuckle, coming down at her in a frog splash! She was too sore to move out of the way, but instincts kicked in all the same: she shot her legs up, bringing them up together, hoping that GASTER would land on them instead of her...

As GASTER fell from the sky, she planned her move to inflict a lot of hurt on Makie with her jump, even if she would get slightly hurt herself from the fall...

...but instead, she would end up spiking herself on Makie's legs!

"GUUUUUUUAAAGH!!!"

She rolled off Makie, and rolled into a ball, hugging herself as she coughed the remaining bit of air in her lungs, trying and failing to suck new bit of oxygen into her body!

By sheer luck, Makie was able to bring her legs up in time, causing GASTER to slam, midsection, into her raised knees. The crowd went wild now as GASTER went tumbling to the ring floor next to Makie. The fight had spilled outside the ring, and though both girls were hurting badly, they were still fighting hard against each other.

Huffing for breath, Makie willed herself to move, and managed to crawl up to her hands and knees. Grimacing, she grabbed a hold of GASTER's masked hand began to stand, trying to pull the other girl up with her. Nearby, the ref was counting down now that they were both outside of the ring.

"ONE....TWO...."

Tucking GASTER's masked head under her armpit, Makie grabbed the back of the other girl's thigh, and with a loud yell, dropped back, aiming to suplex the Shadow Lord right into the ring barrier!

GASTER was still stirring while Makie rose back to her feet. She was still hugging her hurting belly, as the Hurricane grabbed at her arm, getting GASTER back up to her feet.

The Shadow Lord was a putty in her arms, as Makie shoved her head under her arm, grabbed her leg...

...and lifted her and slammed her spine onto the ring barrier!

"GYAAAAAAAGH!!!"

GASTER managed to fall on the ringside of the barricade, her spine feeling like it was on fire. She laid stomach first on the floor, kicking her legs on the floor in pain, gritting her teeth under her mask...

Launching GASTER in a suplex caused Makie to briefly fall on her back, her chest pumping as she breathed hard. Behind her, though, she heard an impact, followed by the sound of GASTER screaming in pain. Though GASTER had brutalized her so far in this match, Makie had held on and brutalized her right back. What had begun as a fairly straightforward match had devolved into a ringside brawl, with neither girl now holding back.

Wincing, Makie rolled to her feet and crawled towards GASTER. Grabbing a hold of her hair, Makie pushed herself upright and began to drag GASTER back towards the ring, aiming to push her under the ropes. All the while, the ref's countdown continued.

"...THREE...FOUR...."