Steel Cage Match: The Stranger vs. Tessa "Harrier" Price

Things went from dark to bleak when the Stranger showed her masked face over her again. She groaned when she was lifted up, thinking of a powermove that would do even more damage to her, but when her opponent grabbed her with a hand on her throat, she had a move in mind to counter it. Ah well, not really counter it, but make it probably more hurtful for her opponent than for herself.

As she was lifted for the choke slam, she grabbed the wrist of the hand with which her opponent held her up, while she tried to bring a foot to the chin of her opponent for an Inverted stomp facebreaker while she had the wrist of her opponent guarded to avoid her from simply removing her head out of the move.

The Stranger had the end of the match in mind as she brought the Harrier to her feet, but the Harrier was less dazed than the masked woman had thought. As the Stranger was ready to throw her second hand into the mix, she felt her wrist grapped. This didn't surprise her.

What did surprise her though was that she felt her arm being pulled downwards as a boot pressed against her chin. The next thing she knew, she was ricocheting backwards to the mat with a pain in her jaw, followed by the sound of the mat and steel cage bouncing and rattling. The masked woman was stuck rolling on the mat in pain now.

Silence had entered the area. A chokeslam was already a move that caused awe in most of the spectators, but a chokeslam/facebreaker double kill was rare enough to put even smarks in the seats. At least that what was she was taking the silence for after she had hit the mat like a bag of potatoes where she now was laid out, with arms and legs stretched wide out, only one leg faintly hitting on the floor time after time.

Luckily for her, this was a no countout match scenario as she wasn't sure if she could have answered a 10 count to get up right now. Her head tuned to look after the Stranger, who rolled on the floor in pain. Probably her opponent could have gotten up in time neither.

Indeed, if there was a 10 count to fear, neither girl seemed to be in the condition to get to her feet in time. Her jaw was aching from the fall, not to mention her neck from the backlash caused by the impact. The force was essentially the equivalent of getting kicked to the jaw.

She found herself rolling to her side so that she could see the woman responsible for doing this to her. Good was the only thought that came to her mind as she saw that the choke slam had at least some effect on her opponent, despite not having the power she wanted it to have.

Her next roll would get her into a position not unlike the downward-facing dog, with her head facing down and her knees resting underneath her on the mat. This would be roughly where an 8-count would be if they were being counted. Her eyes would shoot open as she looked up, staring at the crowd in front of her. Shouts of both excitement and horror rose from that direction, along with an equal amount of boos. She didn't care about the crowd. This was for her. Her head would turn to the side to look at the Harrier to see where she was in her recovery by the time a 10-count would have been reached.

If Tessa had not yet managed to recover to a crawling pace, the Stranger had it in her mind to crawl over to the blonde and throw and elbow at the girl's back to try and keep her down while she prepared to grab the blonde's head for control to set up her next move.

(tell me if you think this is a bit much all for one post, I'll gladly trim it down)

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Tessa couldn't get up in time, as much as she tried. Like a turtle, she was stuck on her back despite some efforts to get up again. The stranger had obviously more to offer than Tessa in the department of endurance and strength and was already up on her knees after some time while she was still lying on her back. Sure, she looked ridiculous as her ass was *looking* at the air while her head was still lying on the mat, but she would probably only laugh when she would watch the match on tape later to analyze mistakes she had make.

But for now, she came closer and the German prepared to weather whatever her opponent had to offer. If the Stranger could have gotten up, she would have probably done instead of crawling through the ring. Strangely, she considered the elbow the stranger hit her with kind of a lucky blessing as she was not really sure if she could have kicked out of a cover right now, and compared to the power of the beginning Stranger, it was a much lesser impact. As her head was grabbed, she tried to mobilize some power and roll her opponent over her body into a pinning position.

The Stranger had thought that her elbow driven into Tessa would have been enough to at least momentarily stun her enough to grab her head. Surprisingly the blonde rolled the Stranger onto her back for a quick possum pin attempt.

The masked woman could feel herself fill with anger as adrenaline forced her body to buck to keep the count from getting started, although this didn't change the fact that she was still on her back now and no longer in a dominating position.

The pinning attempt was doomed to failure, that was clear in the moment she rolled the Stranger in, it was not even going to be a one count. But that was hardly surprising, thinking about that she had been able to crawl where she had had trouble to even get on her knees.

To gain some space from her opponent, she would try to plug at the shirt of the Stranger and cause some trouble that probably needed to be redone and give Tessa the chance to get up unsanctioned.

The Stranger was sure that Tessa was going to back off and give herself some time to recover, given that she was the one on top in this match..physically at least. It did surprise her and bring about a large amount of anger when the Harrier once again touched the top of her uni, trying to displace it worse than she had earlier. What was her fascination with trying to make her nude!?

The masked woman would launch an angry and determined hand to the wrist of Tessa, applying an angered death-grip while the other hand aimed to fix the top of her uni before anything popped out. Her eyes were open wide and red with anger as they stared at the blonde.

*Uh oh. That doesn't look to bright*
She looked rather dimwitted for a moment. Her plan backfired royally and now she had not only no distance to her opponent but had to contend with the angry Stranger in the closest of distances.

She nearly forgot that her opponent had her hands full and that she could probably use it to her own advantage that the masked woman couldn't get away from her. So she tried to maneuver her body partly on the body of her opponent and apply a headscissor on her, adjusting the setup with her free hand.

The Stranger was not in a good position for her own style..at least not as Steel. She kept her deathgrip on the one hand firm and trying to be crippling, but that's about the most she could do as Tessa inched her body up her own, swinging her legs around the masked woman's head. The pressure surrounding her head did not deter her death stare though, nor did it keep her from wiggling to prevent another pin count. The only idea that came to the angered mind of the Stranger was to try and swing her legs upwards, either to hope the kicking motion would hit the Harrier or that it would position them in a way to apply her own headscissors!