A Power Struggle- Moa vs Lauren, Round 2!

[SubtleRoar]

*While still swept up in the moment of assured victory, Moa couldn't have ever anticipated what would transpire next- In what felt like a matter of seconds, her entire vantage point on the fight was instantaneously capsized, and now both her and the menacing partner beside her had both been bested by an ambush!* "H..how could this be happening?!" *Swept up in the chaos and confusion, she took her eyes off of the incapacitated blonde for an instant, attempting to assess the situation at hand. However, that seemingly infinitesimal amount of time was all Lauren needed to reestablish herself as the dominant force!*

"H..huh?" *Feeling the ground swell beneath her, Lauren promptly hoisted her up and snapped her spine in half, leaving no room for tarrying as she proceeded to do it a second time!* "GGUAAH! AAAGGH!" *Just when the agonizing hawaiian thought that things couldn't get any worse, she felt her colossal body haphazardly tossed towards the metallic staircase, resulting in the flank of her skull cracking against it with a sickening* "THWACK!" *Which left the musclebound Moa temporarily stunned.* "Uhh...uuuuh..." *Now reduced to a salivating mess, the only sensation she felt was her opposite leg being nonchalantly elevated above her, as the inevitable count sealed her fate!*

Spoiler

"ONE!" *The singular number sent a shockwave of absolute horror throughout Moa's unresponsive frame. She had never been on the receiving end of such a brutal beatdown, and now that her strained limbs couldn't interrupt the countdown, she was forced to watch the impossible happen!* "TWO!" *She was so close to raising a shoulder, to forcing an immediate stoppage to her numerical demise, but it seemed so far out of grasp!* "THREE!" *Just as Moa thought she was capable of summoning enough power to break the pin, it happened; the moderator slapped the mat for the third and final time, bestowing upon Moa a humiliating defeat when, just moments ago, she was savoring the spoils of war!*

[winner3]

In the heat of the moment, Katherine wished she could take Lauren aside and check on her. Despite Lauren Frederick's being her most recent stablemate, she and The Super Kitty shared a bond. Kat was invested in seeing Lauren come out of her shell, discover her confidence, and carve out a career she could be proud of. Kat was always a proponent of the idea that wrestling was for everyone - that anyone could find their own success in the business - that anyone could make themselves and the fans happy. Moa and her cohort Dread served to be obstacles to that happiness. And for all the crap that they gave Lauren, and for all the doubt and blame that Lauren cast on herself, the heavyset heavyweight gal pulled together and rallied! Kat turned back for just a moment and offered Lauren a heartwarming smile before mouthing to her friend "Go get her!" and with that, Lauren went off!

Of course, Kat wouldn't have time to spur her friend on any further. Not with this mysterious, stoic girl coming at her not one second after looked at Lauren! Dread showed off a cool aerial before settling near the pair. She threatened Hart with wordplay that she had heard several times throughout her tenure as a pro-wrestler. The comment earned a subtle eye-roll from the luchadora. Dread lunged forward with purpose and malice. Her eyes remained cold and focused on Kat. The sadistic siren came in hot! Fans and commentators alike could tell it'd be bad news if the kick hit dead on! But the famed Katherine Hart was no slouch! The chains rattling erratically on Dread's outfit as well as the mysterious middleweight's body language were dead giveaways. Katherine would lean back and throw one hand above her head to do a one-handed bridge and dodge the kick matrix-style! Hart had seen Super Kicks a million times! She'd have been quite frustrated with herself if she had to see herself take one that was so telegraphed in replays after this encounter! Upon dodging the kick, Kat would promptly rise, straightening out her toned, thinly-clad frame! Once Kat snapped back to a standing position, she'd scout Dread, eyeing and sizing up white-haired wrestler to see where Dread's momentum from the kick had carried her! Kat would wink at the smaller wrestler, taunting her to attack once more! And when Dread did, Hart would have an answer! She'd quickly spin a full rotation building up momentum for her signature Discus Lariat to cut Dread off and take her down, freeing up Lauren to string her combo of slams together to finally take down Moa!

If Kat's Lariat connected and thoroughly rung Dread's bell, she'd place the sole of her boot on Dread's chest and count along with Lauren and the referee to finally see her friend and stablemate come away with the big W!

"ONE....!

"TWO.....!"

"THREEEEEEE!"

Kat would clap with each count until the bell finally rang! She'd fist pump with both arms in the air and make her way over to Lauren. Kat would pull the battered blonde up and let the rain of cheers and adrenaline of victory temporarily heal those bruises and battle scars as the celebrations ensued!

"You did it! You freakin' did it, girl! I was pulling for you back there!" Kat would exclaim as she began to hoist her friend up and raise Lauren's hand in celebration!

[Highfly]

Lauren hugged Kat and felt like dead weight being held up by the younger, much more muscular top level wrestler. "I... yeah... I did. I won one...." Lauren said knowing full well this was in all respects an upset victory for her. She pat Kat on the back, trying to stand at least somewhat under her own power. "Maybe... maybe this will help these people and the bosses see that I'm not just some flabby jobber." Lauren said motioning out to the crowd. "I know I'm not as talented as, well... just about anyone. No one thinks an old rookie with a shaky butt and lumpy legs has much sex appeal but I will slam my way into being respected if that is what it takes..." A worn out Lauren said to Kat as she gasped for breath struggling to speak.

[Armada]

Dread’s kick carved through the air like a weapon all of its own! It was quick and deadly! Easily able to render a lesser fighter unconscious should it have found its mark! But rather then feel the sting of Dread’s strike, Kat simply retreated in a rather flashy sort of way Dread had never seen before. Since the kick hit nothing, the masked woman used it to swing around and burst int another sprint towards her enemy! The living nightmare’s expression was cold and hard! Like a doll had come to life and was now approaching Kat with violent intent! If the luchadora winked, Dread didn’t see it, too busy cutting the distance between herself in her foe in half with what seemed to be a single step! Dread’s claw was already pulled back! Ready to launch and tear open Kat’s mask in a brutal attack!

But then she heard it…Moa’s scream! Life returned to those cold eyes, and Dread’s head whipped around to see her Master being hoisted up into the sky! The very idea that her master was in trouble infuriated and terrified Dread! Just enough to make her forget about Kat for just one second.

One second that would cost her more than she bargained for.

Kat had apparently been winding up a lariat attack, launching it just as Dread’s attention returned to her foe! No sooner did the living shadow’s feet touch the floor then did Kat’s arm SMASH into her collar, throwing the white haired woman away and knocking the wind clean from her sails! Everything was in a fog for Moa’s personal assassin, and she only let out a grunt as Kat stomped on her chest and counted along with Lauren’s victory.

Dread must have passed out at some point, because when she woke up, Kat and Lauren were hugging each other. The two women were patting themselves on the back for the older woman's victory as Dread began to stand, ready to pursue her attack further against the wretches that dared to interrupt her master’s glory!

Wait! I need to check on Moa! Make sure she is doing…

Moa was flopped out, beaten and bloodied thanks to the numerous cuts all throughout her body. The stairs had seriously done a number on the islander, and she needed time to recover, rather than battle. As much as Dread wanted to seek out revenge for her master, her priority was to get Moa out of here and to safety as soon as possible.

“My liege….the battle is lost! We must recover and retreat for now! Please, allow me to escort you to a doctor.” The living shadow whispered, gently pulling Moa up from the floor and wrapping the islander’s arm around her shoulder, “Lean on me, save your strength. I won’t let them hurt you again, Master.”

[SubtleRoar]

*With a heavy heart and a forlorn sigh, Moa glanced upwards to catch but a glimpse of the celebratory moment, but to her chagrin she wasn't the one relishing the victory.* "Ggrhh..." *She muttered in an unintelligible grunt, still unable to cope with the devastating loss she had suffered. Despite her cohort's most valiant efforts to expedite their assured triumph over their adversaries, it seemed as though their loss was inevitable. However, this did little to hinder Dread's unwavering loyalty towards her master, who had promptly rushed the ring to aid her wounded goddess. As much as she wanted to refute the offer for treatment, Moa knew that if she prostrated herself any further, it could potentially lead to a sidelining injury.*

"Y..yes..." *Finally conjuring up a coherent response, the incapacitated islander leaned against Dread's rather sturdy shoulder, as both of them began trotting towards the outskirts of the ring, reaching the incline of the ramp as Moa's staggered hobbling spoke volumes about the injuries she had sustained during the altercation.* "Y..you're my strong right arm, Dread. Never forget that without you, my existence would be futile. When I succeed, you succeed. Unfortunately, tonight we must carry the burden of failure and wallow in the stench of defeat. But we shall not tarry upon this sensation forever- Once I regain my strength, that is when our rigorous training shall commence." *Craning her head towards the accomplished dyad still inside the ring, Moa grimaced while witnessing them reveling in their success.*

"Remember this vision, Dread." *The gargantuan juggernaut stated, continuing to leer towards the capacity crowd that cheered for their babyfaces.* "The unmitigated joy these dolts are showering one another with, how they praise victory over raw effort. That shall be our motivation while we practice- Knowing that ultimately, we will emerge as the dominant pair. Our night may have ended tragically, but this shall be the gateway to many victories yet to come."

*And within the blink of an eye, the duo disappeared behind the obsidian curtain to shield themselves from any more ridicule or misery, their pride as a whole having been severely wounded. The towering titaness would eventually receive the treatment she so desperately needed, and while she convalesced, her detestation towards Lauren and Kat only grew, the seeds of retribution having been sown.*

Winner: Lauren Fredricks.