*As the furious fighter continued to deliver blow after discombobulating blow into Moa's unprotected midsection, it was becoming abundantly clear to everyone around the dueling dyad that Lauren was firmly in the driver's seat. Just when the distraught monster was under the impression that Lauren was finally finished, the busty bombshell forced her to climb upwards, a long ascension to the top turnbuckle, before forcing Moa between her legs. Too exhausted to stave off whatever diabolical move Lauren was contemplating, Moa eventually felt herself hoisted skyward as both women went soaring through the air, before finally colliding against the canvas, with Moa's spine serving as the landing pad!*
"GGRRRHH!" *With an audible grunt, Moa felt her gargantuan body crash against the canvas, lending itself to drooping backwards with Lauren firmly planted above her. Regardless of how injured she felt, time refused to halt, and the moderator began the slow, arduous countdown to a potential loss!*
"ONE" *He shouted, the number resonated deeply with the tropical terror. Gnashing against her teeth in an effort to disperse the anguish, Moa was plotting a desperate attempt to try and break the hold!*
"TWO!" *Yet another number reached, and just before the terminus of the match was approached, she lurched forward and popped her shoulders up, just narrowly evading a mortifying loss!*