Bast vs. Stone II - Second Impact

[BlackAkuma]

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Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
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”Samira, why are we here?”

Bast, who had been in the middle of doing stretches in the gorilla position, looked up at Cersei from the mats with a curved eyebrow. Her sister stood before her and looked down, hands on hips, scowling in the same way that she’d been doing all day. Really, she’d had some variation of that look on her face for the last week so, ever since the convention had ended. When she was pulled apart from her catfight with Stick, that look had been on her face. When they were brought to the police station, that look was on her face. It was there when they went shopping, had dinner, and it had even been there when she told Bast that her next match would be against none other than Stone once again.

Around a week or so of dealing with that look, with Cersei clearly having something on her mind, but not quite ready to get it out yet. Now, with only a couple of minutes to go before the match, it seemed as if the dam had finally burst wide open.

Bast scratched her head at first, not quite sure how to answer the rather simplistic and broad question she’d been asked. ”Do you mean ‘here’ in a general sense, or are you talking about the arena, or…”

”I mean here.” Cersei pointed down. ”In Japan. Why did we come thousands and thousands of miles, halfway across the whole planet? Remind me.”

She was going somewhere with this, and Bast hated being led, but she would play along for the time being. ”To fight.”

”No, to win.” Cersei stepped back and folded her arms, taking the same stance their mother often did with them when they were unruly. ”We came here to win, Samira. Not to play nice at silly conventions, not sign autographs, and certainly not to have playdates with other wrestlers.”

And there it was. Bast knew she would get some level of grief when Cersei saw her hanging out with Stone at the convention, but she didn’t expect it to come like this. She stared up at her sister with an even glare, before she pushed on her knee to rise up to her feet, towering over the smaller woman. ”It wasn’t a playdate, I was just being friendly. There’s no harm in that.”

”Oh, there’s harm.” Cersei snapped back quick, before Bast could form another thought. ”You can’t see it, they don’t want you to see, but there’s definitely harm. You don’t know people like Stick. They’re all about the game, the manipulation. They’re trying to get in your head and mess with your mind, just so that ogre of a woman can get a win on you.”

”It’s not like that.”

”It is exactly like that.”

Bast was about to throw a retort back, when one of the stagehands emerged from the corner and looked between them. He was hesitant to interrupt, but he found his courage after a moment. ”Ms. Bast? It’s time.”

Perfect timing. She let her shoulders relax, glad for the distraction, and turned to Cersei as she made her way towards the curtain. ”I suppose we’re about to find out, aren’t we?”

Bast found herself in the ring a few moments later, stretching in her corner while her music died down. Cersei circled the ring, always distracting, but she did her best to ignore her for the moment and focus on the task at hand. Stone was easily the strongest opponent she had faced in LAW up to this point, possibly ever, and she couldn't afford to be at anything less than 100%. She had no hate for the giantess, but that didn’t mean she was going to hold back.

[thesteedman]

With Bast settled in the corner after her entrance, it was not long before Stone’s theme music began to blare out upon the high end PA system installed into the arena. Despite the neutral nature of the giant, it seemed Stone had an alarming amount of support. The gargantuan figure was not considered a face by any means, mostly due to the chaotic nature of the manager that instructed her, but the woman herself certainly always put on an entertaining display.

There was nothing too fancy about Stone’s entrance, save for a few flashing lights and what not. Rather, it was the simple presence of Stone herself that brought the most awe to her arrival. Towering over her red haired manager, the tall and broad woman was certainly amongst the more imposing of the roster. For once the crowd were allowed to cheer on for Stone, as Stick was not up to her usual antics of trolling the crowds. Instead her eyes were fixated on Cersei who stood beside her wrestler within the ring.

There was viciousness to the stare of Stick, who had been left pissed off since the week of the convention, when both would end up having a tussle.
“Remember what I told you… when I give the signal.” Stick would speak to Stone, just loud enough for the tall and muscular woman to hear. An expression of regret befell Stone’s features, but they were coated by the tattered cloak she had adopted for her entrance which formed a hood over her head. It made Stone appear almost mythical, only adding to the mystery of the seemingly mute giant.

After a short venture, Stone soon found herself climbing in a slow and methodical manner into the ring, able to step over the top rope to enter the ring. Stick pulled away the giant’s cloak, still standing on the other side of the ropes to reveal the full form of the muscular Stone. She seemed a little more defined than last time, more imposing… though her expression was not to threatening, but rather passive. She gazed upon Bast, realising that the two were facing off for a second time in quick succession. Given how the last match ended, the fans wanted more, knowing there was so much more potential between the two only to be denied by a count out victory.

There was almost something of a soothing look to Stone, a near smile as she looked upon Bast, as if meeting up with a friend once more. Bast could have sworn she nodded to her, but it was so subtle it was easy to miss, no doubt holding no desire to get an earful from Stick for an overt acknowledgement.
Stick herself had her eyes upon Cersei, walking the length of the edge of the ring beyond the confines of the ropes. As she did so, she pointed her finger towards Cersei, turning her head away in an arrogant fashion, as if making her mark upon the manager of Stone’s rival tonight.

“Last time you plebes lucked out by cheesing that count out victory. You may have won the match… but you did not really defeat us did you?! That is why I made a specific request that this match have no count outs! This ends with a clear cut winner! This time we will find out just who is the strongest between your little Bast and my superior Stone! That said… I think we all already know the answer don’t’ we?!” Stick would shout out, loud enough for her voice to carry without a mic. She did not make eye contact with Cersei, but she certainly glared daggers into Bast.

Soon enough, the bell would ring when both women were in their corners, as Stick would smile in a dark manner, letting her head lower as her hair came down over her darkened eyes.
“Stone…. DESTROY HER!”

[BlackAkuma]

Bast suspected that she was the first person in wrestling history to be happy upon seeing Stone make her way down the ramp, but she genuinely was. She’d regretted the way they parted last, having to split up after their managers got into their brawl, and she’d wanted to meet up with the giantess and make amends. The two of them had been in a lovely conversation when they last met - as good a conversation as anyone could have with a person who refused to talk, anyway. There were precious few people that Bast would call friends, but she had interest in including Stone in that number.

There was only one problem, however, and she was currently yelling at Cersei from across the ring. They were really going to have to do something about their managers.

”’Plebes’? Don’t use words you don’t understand.” Cersei had hopped up on the apron as well, pointing from the exact opposite of the ring. ”You should be glad you lost by countout - it saved you the trouble of a hospital bill. Now? Now, Bast is going to break your dullard of a fighter in half. You’re about to lose your meal ticket, you talentless hack.”

Classy, as usual. Bast groaned and centered her attention where it needed to be - with the giant she was currently face to face with, the woman who had pushed her to a limit she had never seen before. She shared in Stone’s sympathetic nod, understanding their situation, but she had no intention of holding back this time, either. That was simply not an option with this mountain of a woman. If she didn’t give it her all, she would be crushed.

The bell rang soon enough, though, and Bast was ready, mentally and physically…save for one thing that she needed to do, first.

She walked forward and extended her fist, motioning for Stone to give it a tap. A small gesture between big women. ”Let’s have a good match.”

[thesteedman]

"Don't you dare.... Don't you dare Stone!" Stick began to grimace loud enough for her Wrestler to hear. Bast stood in the centre of the ring, a presence to behold given her own stature was a marvel. In truth, there was little between the two monster wrestlers when it came to their broadness and build. Both were muscular powerful women, capable of massive feats of strength, the only difference was that it looked like Stone had been increased in size, making her appear all that more imposing. Few could tower Bast however... Stone being one of those rare exceptions. Even dwarfed by her rival for tonight though, Bast had that presence about her. She had proved she could stand toe to toe with the great behemoth that was Stone, and even overpower her despite the uphill battle she had each time they clashed.

Even now, Bast had command, standing with a confidence about her, her arm outstretched with a dangerous fist closed and offered. Stick knew Bast was being respectful, but she would not have it. She was determined to see Stone and Bast become hated enemies simply because she and Cersei were heated rivals at this point.
"Don't!" The crimson haired British beauty demanded once more. The whole time Stone stood like a statue, looking down upon Bast who offered her hand out whilst Stick bellowed her complaints behind her. The crowd all stood, knowing another explosive match between massive heavyweights was about to begin, and this seemingly developing rivalry was catching a lot of attention and traction. The first match ended up stealing the LAW show of the night, so much so that this rematch was pushed to the Main Event for tonight in the fully packed arena. The fans wondered if Stone would listen to her manager as she always did, or if she would respond in kind.

There was a wave of cheers when Stone would recipcate the motion. Her fist clashed against Bast's, the two strong hands connecting hard and sounding like two heavy rocks being bashed together. Stick's expression of anguish and her body language spoke a thousand words, but it was clear Stone did not care. She liked Bast, and she was not going to deny her any motion of sign of respect. Bast could have even sworn she saw a small smile on Stone's face. None the less, once the epic fist bump was finished, Stone took a few steps backwards in preparation for the match, taking an imposing stance as a focus Bast never saw last time began to wash over her eyes... Normally it did not look like Stone even wanted to be in the ring... but this time, Bast could see something was different in her... she wanted to fight?

The bell began to ring, and the crowd began to explode with cheers as Stone lurched forwards, looking to engage with Bast for what would be the first of a power struggle, looking to test Bast's strength in a tie up in an attempt for control!

[BlackAkuma]

The difference in height between them had always been stark, but Stone seemed different to Bast’s eyes, all the same. The woman was made out of chiseled granite to start with, but now she seemed…harder. Stronger. With more muscles pronounced than ever. She was a marvel of a woman, a tower of destruction, and this was her at her most dangerous. Any women - any wrestler, period - with even half a mind would’ve left this ring, called a forfeit, and gone on to a successful career, one without a couple of years shaved off.

So, maybe Bast was crazy, then. She could accept that.

That was certainly Cersei’s take on it, anyway. ”Are you insane? Bast!” She called out from ringside, her shrill voice mixing with Stick’s to create truly irritating chorus. ”This isn’t a tea party. Attack! Beat. Her. Down.”

Bast would attack Stone…eventually. But for now, she wanted to make sure she understood where the woman across from her stood. They could be rivals, but she didn’t want to see her as a true enemy. This was just a contest, and despite what their managers wanted, she had no intention of taking it beyond that. Did she feel the same way?

Yes. Yes, she did, as it turned out. The returned fist bump gave Bast a good measure of relief, as strange as it might’ve been to believe. She didn’t bother to hide her smile as she stepped back, though it was quickly covered by the shadow of her fists as they came up for a tight guard. The audience surged, eager to see another contest between them, to know who would truly come out on top in this clash of titanesses.

They would not have to wait long.

Stone made the first move, coming at her straight away once the bell rang, looking to lockup. It was tempting to try her, too, but Bast didn’t need to gain her measure any more. She had a fine idea of what this woman could do, and more importantly, what she couldn’t. Instead of going up high, she rushed in, ducked low, and lashed out with a couple of quick uppercut, going right for Stone’s middle section with the stiff blows.

[thesteedman]

After how the match began last time, it was clear Bast had learned not to take Stone in a direct test of strength. For certain the two women were not all too far off from each other in terms of strength, with Bast capable of lifting and slamming Stone. But in a direct test of mettle, it was discovered Stone had that edge in prolonged struggles of power, and Bast was not going to let Stone play to her own strengths if she could help it. The crowd popped loudly as they watched Stone rush for a grapple, only to grasp her arms around air. This left her lunging forwards right towards the ducked Bast who was quick to display her striking power, landing a brutal body blow to the hard abs of Stone.

The strikes were heard through the arena, but Stone did not react to them. Such was the mystery of Stone, her expression never seemed to shift all that much, but Bast knew despite the fact that there was no sell, the massive giant was certainly feeling those strikes. There was no way they did not hurt her. Stick began to mumble to herself, pacing along the ringside from the other end of the ropes. She glared at Bast and then glared at her manager on the other side with a look that could kill.
"Stop messing around! We're not leaving this ring until Bast and that twit over there are broken in half!" Stick would declare, before clicking her fingers as a signal for Stone to shift her plan of attack.

The issue was, Stone did not listen this time. Her focus was upon Bast as she turned and advanced upon her despite eating up those terrible blows and that uppercut especially. Stick's eyes went wide, wondering why Stone was not listening to her. The tall wrestler looked oddly focused, determined even when normally she wore a passive look.
"The hell?! What's going on with you?" Stick whispered to herself, watching as Stone took a massive stride towards Bast, looking to keep her backing towards a turnbuckle. It was then Stone went for a massive haymaker of her own, looking to return the favour as she intended to try and bury her fist into Bast's own exposed stomach!

[BlackAkuma]

These were good punches. Strong strikes. Bast had taken down women with these kinds of blows. She’d leveled men with these kinds of blows. She was well aware of her strength, honed from a lifetime of hard living, and was well aware what sort of damage she could inflict on the human body. It didn’t matter how big Stone was or how much power she could bring to bear - if she was hit enough times, hard enough, she would go down. Even the world’s biggest human was still a human.

Bast made sure to remind herself of all those facts as she drilled away into her opponent’s core. With the lack of response coming from Stone’s granite expression, it was easy to forget.

”Harder! Hit her harder!”

And Cersei’s cries at ringside weren’t helping, either.

She shook it all off and did something she rarely did in a match: retreated. Giving Bast some space, she backed up as the titanic terror moved in to trade blows, coming at her with a wide swipe that went low. She didn't Stone was any more trained in strikes than the average wrestler, nothing special in her technique, but any deficiencies she had were more than made up for the by the insane power she could generate. Power that Bast had a good taste of when the fist crashed into her stomach. She was able to get her arms down and block, but there was only so much edge she could take off a hit like that, and it was enough to drive her all the way into the corner.

Not a good place to be, but not one she couldn't work with. As Stone closed in, Bast reached out on both sides, grabbed hold of the ropes, pulled herself up and shot both of her legs out high, looking to catch Stone in the face with both heels at once, driving hard into her with all the power her leg muscles could muster.

[thesteedman]

Stone could tank almost anything, blows and slams never seemed to ever make her flinch. For certain she was feeling such strikes, but her emotions never betrayed what was happening in her head when she advanced. Sharp stings were left upon her jaw and against her core from the flurry of strikes Bast inflicted upon her, but as strong as those strikes were, Stone had felt it before. No doubt if it continued for a prolonged time Stone would be in trouble, but right now she was fresh, and more than that she was determined, looking to give Bast a good match after what happened last time. Her own strike caught true, driving Bast into the corner after a devastating body blow that drove right into her bare abs. Stick smiled, seeing that Stone had virtually caught up with Bast just with a single blow for all that Stone had been caught with herself.

There was no denying however that what happened next certainly took it to Stone. As she looked to take advantage of the closed space Bast had fallen into, the woman propelled herself upwards, using the ropes to hoist her massive form and throw her powerful legs right at Stone's face. Both heels hit clean, catching Stone at the bottom of her jaw. The crowd gasped out in alarm, as the shot was hard enough to send Stone staggering. Her face was awash with discomfort, clearly rocked and in some pain. The behemoth almost lost her footing, before she managed to take a few steps back and regain her composure, yet all at once, it was clear Bast had the raw power to really inflict damage upon the quiet monster of a woman. It was not as one sided an affair as it first appeared when Stone tanked those first few hits... and the cracks were already showing.

"Stone... I need you to.... Hey!! Stone!!!" Stick had sensed the danger, and was quick to try and rally her wrestler. Normally it was Stick who had total command, but when she tried to get Stone's attention... she simply ignored her! Stick gasped out, her expression confused and agitated, watching as Stone acted on her own accord rather than relying on her red haired angry manager. Rather then retreat, Stone advanced again... she stormed forwards looking to try and keep her momentum going whilst Bast was still in the corner. Knowing how well Bast caught her, she half expected Bast to try it again... but Stone would be ready this time! If Bast attempted to kick her once more, she looked to shift her large form to the side, before attempting to catch Bast in the air... if all went as she thought it might... it would be Stone's attempt to rip Bast from the corner, swing her around before looking to slam her back against it in brutal fashion and in a display of sheer strength!

[BlackAkuma]

Bast gritted her teeth, but from the exertion and from hearing Stick’s shrill voice. As much as Cersei could grate her nerves from time to time, at least her sister had the good sense not to command her in a fight and let her own instincts take precedence. Stick, however, seemed to feel the need to micromanage her fighter, a silly thing considering how little she actually needed. Stone wasn’t just strong, but the woman knew how to use her power. Bast had fought men not too far from this woman’s height and build, but had never seen someone move so fast with this bulk, who had this much economy in their movements.

She was good. Extremely so. She was glad that Stone seemed to realize it, too, even if it was at her own expense.

Now unfettered, she moved in to press her advantage rather than hang back, wisely striking before Bast could recoup. Her only choice was to strike out or be hammered, and she went for the former, attempting to force her foe back with enough kick. This proved to be her undoing, as the move was prepared for - Stone had an answer, and a brutal one, at that.

Bast lashed out, only for her kick to strike nothing but air, as the large woman maneuvered around it with frightening ease. She was picked up before she could try again, whipped about, and slammed back into the corner with the kind of force that left the ropes shaking and sent a shock down her spine. She wasn’t ready for too many more of those.

If she couldn't get around Stone, she would have to do the next best thing: Go through her. Instead of letting her back off, Bast brought her legs up, brought them around the titan’s waist, and tried to pull her in with a tight bodyscissors, clamping down as she grabbed the ropes for support, her thick legs hardening around her opponent’s iron core. Something had to give…

[thesteedman]

Stone felt Bast's powerful legs wrap around her waist into a colossal looking bodyscissors. Such was the power of Bast's body lock with her thighs, that Stone visibly shown an expression of pain as she was brought close into a rather intimate looking position with her rival. Bast hoisted herself up, using the ropes for leverage as she let her legs clamp down harder upon the exposed core of her opposition. Naturally the referee began to protest, seeing the use of the ropes which made an automatic break for the hold... but Bast was aware she had a good few seconds that would warrant a caution over a DQ, and so took advantage. Stone's impressive core tensed up, as the woman pushed against her thighs initially from the pressure, not used to being squeezed when Stone was known as the one to do the squeezing.

However, it did not take too long for the giant of a woman to rally, and despite how up close and sensual the submission hold appeared, Stone only saw the wrestling aspect of it for now. With a massive arm, Stone would send her fist down like a club against Bast's own core, looking to make her grasp upon the ropes flinch. If all went according to plan, she would then wrap her arms around Bast's waist, looking to crush her within her arms and hoist her upwards with an impressive display of sheer strength. Stone would then look to dip Bast back, her shoulders near touching the ring surface below. The two at this point almost looked like lovers embracing in a moment of passion, with Stick pulling an expression of distain as she shook her head.

However, Stone was far from done, when she suddenly catapulted herself backwards, looking to fling Bast from her body with a massive overhead suplex in an attempt to bring an end to Bast's constricting hold upon her powerful form!