Barnyard Barbeque Brawl! Jess vs Bast!

[SubtleRoar]

*While both competitors seemed to have begrudgingly reached a standstill, Jess had a tremendous amount to gain by comparison- Latching even a single hand across the ropes would instantaneously cause the pressure around her lower region to cease, giving her plenty of time to potentially recuperate. The miscellaneous noise from the audience ranged from supportive cries to demeaning boos, filling the lull that the two had inadvertently created while locked within the others grip.*

*As Bast's insufferable companion decided to contribute her ten cents pertaining to the current conundrum they were in, it goaded out a bit of pent up ire that had been welling deep within the southern stampeder.* "Grrhhh...Ya seem pretty confident tah spit that nonsense with yer lackey here. How bout...nnhh..yah say that when she ain't around?!" *Squandering precious energy on that retort, Jess shook the dribbling sweat from her brow, and just as she was on the cusp of achieving her goal...*

"H...huh?!" *Her entire angle shifted, the lights temporarily blinded her, and within the blink of an eye her entire being was capsized! She flailed her limbs haphazardly to try and make sense of this abrupt weight distribution, but to no avail as she was slammed into the ground with a sickening* "WHUD!" *That echoed throughout every inch of the stadium!*

Spoiler

*The brutal impact left The Ginger much worse for wear, her body twitching and shivering as her arms folded inward to try and create a makeshift platform to prop her up onto, innately realizing she might be folded and ragdolled at any moment.*

[BlackAkuma]

Bast brought her opponent down for a hard crash, hammering her into the canvas with authoritative force, enough to make the entire arena quake. It had taken no small amount of effort on her part, either - while she had suplexed women Jess’ size before, she’d never done so like that, hefting them straight off the floor, and it was good to see all the hard work she’d been putting into her body lately was paying off. Actually having decent equipment to work with instead of the ramshackle she had back home was making a noticeable difference.

She would wager that Jess would agree with the results. Cersei certainly would.

Her sister poked her head in under the ropes, making sure to get close - but not too close - to Jess. ”You’ll never find out, fool.” She smiled towards the boisterous brute, then looked up towards Bast. ”Finish her off!”

With a solemn nod, Bast reached over, wrapped her arm around Jess’ head, and stood up with her opponent in toe. She brought her hand between her legs from, then lifted her up off the mat in one swift motion. She kept her there, too, as she stepped back towards the center of the ring and prepared for the final plunge.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her world was spiraling, her limbs were twitching, but her indomitable spirit remained relatively in tact- Jess was the resilient type, never accepting a bad situation as unsalvageable, but the dire reality she was faced with was starting to wear her usually chipper demeanor down.* "Grrhh...damn..." *Her guttural voice was indicative of her reluctant acceptance, forlornly trying to swat the persistent gnat buzzing around her with a limp wave of her outstretched arm. Bast, meanwhile, was far from finishing what she had started, swiftly hoisting the prostrated cowgirl high into the air, as if she were weightless!*

Spoiler

"Nnhh...aaaahh..." *Her eyes fluttering to try and regain just a portion of her depleting consciousness, the flailing ginger was unaccustomed to this alien feeling of being treated like an inconvenience, a stepping stone on the path to someone else's glorious career- The anguish kept her stunned, but this sudden realization somehow brought her a sense of closure and comfort in what she considered a dark time in her vocation.*

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t by accident or whim that Bast held Jess up like this - she was working off Cersei’s standing orders. Her sister was insistent on maximizing their opportunities and showing off her strength, knowing that word would spread and pay off dividends down the line, intimidating whoever she would be facing next.

She wanted a show, so Bast endeavored to give her sister a show, making sure to parade her opponent around a few steps before she moved her to the right spot.

Hold it. One. Two. And…

Bast dropped down into a sitting position, drilling Jess’ skull into the mat as she fell, hammering her with her most brutal, devastating attack - the Burial. As soon as it connected, she rolled over her opponent’s body and went for the pinfall, not wanting to draw this out even a second longer than she had to.

The Burial

[SubtleRoar]

*Being so blithely manhandled in front of the capacity crowd sent pangs of masochism throughout the breadth of Jess's body, but regardless of this tacit ecstasy surging through her, she couldn't generate the necessary energy to try and reverse the dire position she found herself in. Bast was clearly in a league of her own- Something Jess had never experienced before, but wouldn't hesitate to face against, once she had recuperated from her injuries, of course. Was this the dreaded future wave? Was she considered obsolete in the eyes of those backstage? All of these thoughts clouded her conscience as she was plowed into the ring floor!*

"FWUMP!" *Her resilient body stood little chance at staving off Bast's maneuver, and as she collided with the immovable arena the spectators collectively gasped, both horrified and awestruck by what they had witnessed! The overwhelmed ginger slumped sideways, sprawling out from the confluence of fatigue and anguish she was experiencing as her superior crawled across her for an easy pin!*

Spoiler

*The moderator slid under the ropes, slapping the ground with the palm of their hand!* "ONE!" *No motion, no movement, only guttural groans and reluctant acceptance of what was considered inevitable.* "TWO!" *Her fingers twitched, but nothing significant enough to be considered a kick out. And finally, the third and final slap was recorded, a billowing* "THREE!" *That reached every corner of the stadium!*

[BlackAkuma]

And it was over. Finally.

Bast breathed a deep sigh of relief, glad that she’d survived this challenge and managed to come out relatively unscathed. Out of all the opponents she’d faced in LAW, Jess had definitely been the most overall unorthodox - strong and strange, with a well of stamina that never seemed to dry up, and the technique to back up her power. She didn’t know what to make of the woman’s advances, either, but she supposed the sentiment was well meaning, perhaps even flattering.

All in all, she seemed like a good person, and Bast was happy that…

…wait, why wasn’t the bell ringing?

Bast looked up and exchanged glances with the referee, then back to Cersei, then back again, before she remembered the underlying gimmick behind this match: she had to tie Jess up on the spit to make it official. Not exactly her speciality, but she had to give it a try.

With a soft grumble, Bast slid under the ring, pull Jess over shoulders, and proceeded to march her towards the spit, taking care to keep her balance as she went.

[SubtleRoar]

*Having participated in thousands of matches throughout the course of her lengthy career, Jess had become all too acquainted with the universal sound of either victory or defeat, depending on what side of the pin she was on.* "Aahh...s'right...we ain't finished yet~" *She sounded rather jubilant for someone that had seemingly squandered a tremendous deal of energy, only to come up just short of claiming the victory. However, she wasn't conveying an ounce of glumness or remorse as the hulking figure of muscular beauty slung her across her broad shoulders, her body gingerly squirming and thrashing about as if she were in the thralls of passion being made manifest.*

"F..f..feel free tah be as rough as yah need to- I'm sure y'all are aware of it by now, but I can take whatevah you can dish out'n then some~" *Feeling the need to mutter this out between exhalations of pure pleasure, the gigantic ginger was struggling to keep her ecstasy concealed, causing the more perceptive audience members to catcall and snicker at her so called punishment. When Bast finally did manage to attach her to the device, she'd come to find that Jess was quite cooperative, almost as if she'd been through this entire song and dance several times over.*