Large and in charge- Moa vs {D} Seri!

[FinyBoy]

Seri was dragged, hurting, crying, and all towards the corner of the ring. As she continued to curse her luck and remain relatively unaware of what was being planned for her, the three heels perched themselves amid the top ropes. In what should have been quite an impressive display of athletic balance and skill, the crowd gave the set up zero appreciation. How could they? It was such a poor display of sportsmanship that it would be a miracle if any of these three girls received a cheer from the crowd ever again? Or at least for the foreseeable future.

With the Chinese-American girl set up in a dangerous place, everyone in attendance could only hold their breath as they anticipated what could happen next. Seri was in no place to counter, or move, or avoid the impending doom that was about to crash down upon her. They were evil, all of them. No good could ever come of this, but none of these women seemed to care.

And so, they waited... until it was time to nearly end Seri's career...

[SubtleRoar]

*With her prodigious derriere looming just a few feet overtop of her intended target, Moa took a moment to silently bask in the glory of everything she had accomplished up until this point- Even though this loss would mar her career, the unprecedented fashion in which her and her cohorts had dispatched Seri was something the wrestling universe would never forget. With a deep inhalation of fresh breath, Moa took flight, her muscular frame soaring through the skies before finally crashing down upon the incapacitated Seri with a thunderous* "THUNK!" *As her tremendous weight landed directly atop the defeated female's chest cavity!*

"Tell me Seri, how does it feel to have been made an example out of? To have been meticulously picked apart by the strongest trio that ever existed?" *She tilted her head downwards to gaze into the wilting eyes of her prey, which seemed to have had their earlier conflagration snuffed out. This sensation felt more than just a little exhilarating- This feeling encompassed everything Moa had ever desired when she first stepped foot into LAW's locker rooms. To conquer anyone and everyone who dared to oppose her.*

*Before long however, she glanced towards her fellow compatriots with a satisfied smirk, rising to her feet to tower over the sprawled out carcass the laid before her feet.* "This is OUR time! The genesis of Chimera is today!" *She boisterously shouted, as a diabolical din subsequently followed that pierced the heavens themselves!*

Spoiler

[Armada]

As Moa launched into the air like a rocket, Dread simply stood with Seri’s arm in hand, ensuring the falling meteorite of a woman had a soft, supple landing zone to annihilate. Even if the smaller wrestler hadn’t just been put through absolute hell with her match against Moa, even if she hadn’t been ambushed, she would have found difficulty escaping the shadow spinner’s deadly grasp.

The islander would begin her free fall. Once the air was clear, Dread would go next. Using the rope as a spring, the masked monster would fly in the air as silent as a raven at night, adjusting her trajectory mid air with a flashy spin before descending on her defeated foe’s limp. Without even the feinted shred of mercy, the baron of darkness crushed Seri’s right arm underneath her, using her knee to act as a brutal guillotine against the fallen appendage.

Seri was probably to weak to scream, but she would probably feel that for a few days to come…

After finally releasing the no doubt agonizing little girl, Dread simply stood and dusted herself off, her chains rattling about like she were and undead specter. Moa would continue to taunt the foe that had defeated her previously for a few more minutes before finally releasing her and turning her gaze towards her companions. With a proud roar, the islander announced the birth of a terrifying new team…it was the birth of the Chimera~

Dread placed her right arm across her heart, her face as hard as stone as her icy cold eyes stared down at their beaten foe. She would only say one thing that would cement her loyalty to Moa’s new cause. Simple, yet effective.

”Long…live…the Chimera.”

[CaptainL]

As Dread was taking off, Viper looked in her direction and nodded, getting herself ready to execute the next step in the plan. As the masked girl was careening through the air, Viper stood for a moment, rolling out her shoulders to loosen herself up, as though she viewed even a beatdown as brutal and merciless as this one as no less banal than a regular workout. But once Dread had landed, it was Viper's turn.

Holding her hands to the sky, she sprung off the top rope and likewise did a flip through the air, with surprising agility from someone of her attitude, to come down on top of Seri's left shoulder at her full weight. Taking note of what Dread had done, too, Viper felt she couldn't be outdone, and she took Seri's arm from under her to twist it behind her back in a stiff hammerlock, before she clamped her thighs around Seri's bicep to hold it in place and pressed it against her back to crush the joint under her weight. All the while, she upheld her nonchalant look; not even the loudest of screams could stop her or soften her heart.

Soon enough, though, the time had come for Seri's torment to at last end, and Viper got up, taking her place at Moa's side as she joined her and Dread in raising her arms in triumph, showing a surprising amount of excitement for her, all things considered. When that was done, she stepped aside to give a soft golf clap to the occasion, nodding towards Dread. "Yeah...yes," she said with a reptilian hiss. "Long live the Chimera, indeed."

[FinyBoy]

Cowards... all of them. They held themselves to be so high and mighty, even though they were picking on a single, heavily weakened girl. They were nothing but cowards. It didn't matter though. Their cowardice wouldn't save Seri from the impending pain she was about to suffer through. There was no defensive measure she could possibly take for what was coming next. She was a sitting duck, and these were hunters armed with well calibrated snipers. This would be a slaughter.

The move came. A triple bonzai drop that completely crushed the poor and helpless girl into the canvas. She was knocked out instantly as the mere shock of the pain ripped through her body. She was pancaked on the mat, and nothing more than a twitch came from her afterwards. Cowardly as the act might be, Seri received the message, clear as day.

As the Chinese-American girl lay beaten and humiliated on the canvas, her three assailants stood above her broken form, celebrating their inception. It was the inception of an entirely new faction in LAW. One that was as threatening as it was intimidating. It was Chimera, and Seri was just it's first victim. What would become of the poor beaten girl, who would probably need some serious R&R after the events of this match? And what about the new darkness that was about to make it's presence truly known across the locker room? Only time will tell...

Seri Charleston wins via Pinfall.