Chance for glory! Chelsea vs GASTER

Chelsea was down for the moment and moving away from GASTER already when someone moved in to try and pull on her legs forcing her around and trying to twist her into the Boston Crab submission hold, in the moment Chelsea couldn’t offer much and she was slowly turned to her stomach and pressed into the floor as she was bent by her legs.

“Aagghh!” Chelsea screamed trying to pull away from her opponent and looking to free herself. Turning and attempting to try and force her way out of the submission hold before it got too bad.

"Mwahahahaha! If you can be defeated so easily, you may as well give us the belts...now?"

The last part, GASTER would say with confusion in her voice, as she felt significant resistance from the champion towards her move, the redhead forcing herself back onto her back!

"W-what? No!", the Shadow Lord protested, trying with all her might to keep Chelsea on her front for the Crab!

Dear god did this chick and her evil monologues ever end? At least when she started to fight it seemed to shock her and keep her from talking anymore while at the same time giving Chelsea the blessed opening to fight out. And fight out she continued to. Shaking and turning in place to avoid being slowly pulled back to he rfront when she could even try and shake her grip off her and get lose.

If she could Chelsea would try to turn things around in a way similar to GASTER own and force her in close so that she could kick a leg out hook it on the masked wrestler before grabbing at her head and pulling her in a small package to put her down with another pin attempt.

The battle between the redhead and the Shadow Lord continued, as GASTER desperately tried to keep her hold fully locked in...but it would be for naught as Chelsea finally fought out of the hold, turning herself onto her back as she face the Shadow Lord...before quickly slipping her leg free of her grasp, and ramming it straight into GASTER's leg, bringing the chuuni down on her knees:

"AAAH! ...Wah!", GASTER yelped, as Chelsea would grab at her head, and snatch a hold of her leg, as Chelsea quickly and neatly packing GASTER into a Small Package pin!

"ONE!"

"TWO"

"TH---NO!"

Right before the third count commenced, GASTER would rip her legs free of Chelsea's grasp, jerking her body upwards to kick out!

Chelsea’s roll up worked perfectly and she felt ecstatic at the thought forcing the masked girl down and holding her there. The pin was close and Chelsea really wanted to finally put them down an end there little rise to prove themselves before she suddenly the girl kicked out of the hold. Chelsea growled suddenly rolling off at the force of the kick and standing up to watch GASTER.

“Tom the Dark Lord having some issues?” Chelsea shouted to her as she would throw a kick to the women’s face. If that connected she would get close and try to throw her up and over for a northern lights suplex.

"Mgggh...n-no issues! I will----!!!!"

Right after kicking out, GASTER tried to make her way back to her feet, to try and get the momentum of the match back in her favor...

...only for the redhead to kick her right in her face. The force of the kick blurred the British girl's vision, making her easy pickings for her rival's Northern Lights Suplex!

"GAGH!", she screamed as her back exploded onto the canvas, her entire body hurting from Chelsea's 2 very quick attacks in succession...

Chelsea was working GASTER now, with the redhead feeling stunned after the women dropped her down with the hardest hit she could think of with the Northern Lights Suplex. After knocking her down the redhead would try and turn and place herself on the chest of GASTER.

Smirking Chelsea would bring a hand up and try to flatten GASTER’s stomach with a punch to the masked wrestlers gut. Working the belly with a few more punches before she would move her legs up and try to catch her in a headscissor hold.

With the pain in her spine preventing GASTER from getting up, and trying to regain control of the match, Chelsea would trap the Shadow Lord by sitting atop her chest:

"Mgghh...g-get o---OOOOFFFF!!!"

Instead of getting off, the Blazing part of the Tag Team champions would deliver a vicious punch to her gut, GASTER violently jerking her body in recoil as she felt air leave her lungs...

After a couple of punches, Chelsea would then try and work the Shadow Lord's head, trapping it between her legs for a scissorhold, the masked chuuni trying to break the hold with her arms to little success...

The punches stopped GASTER’s protests in a real hurry and gave Chelsea the moment to take in she was in control again. The redhead was ecstatic at the prospect of showing the sisters who boss and sending them packing before they even got a tag match. Especially now that she was squeezing the women’s head tightly.

“Lets see those powers help you now Dark Lord. These thighs are pretty tight though.” Chelsea taunted shaking her ass and by extension her legs to taunt the masked wrestler and then to add insult to injury blew a kiss to her sister.

Alice angrily looked at Chelsea as the redhead blew a kiss in her direction...before worriedly looking towards Clara, slightly worried that her sister was taking her time in escaping the hold...

...soon enough, however, GASTER would start to twist and turn her body in an attempt to roll both herself and her rival. If she succeeded, Chelsea would end up underneath the Shadow Lord...and with her holding the redhead's legs to intentionally keep the scissors around her head, the masked chuuni would catch Chelsea into another impromptu pin!