The beasts of burden- Gore Galore vs The Jaeger Sisters!

[SubtleRoar]

*As the night descended upon her, Moa slowly began preparations for the impending match- Ever since her humiliating defeat at the hands of Lauren, the prodigious hawaiian was chomping at the bit to get herself back on her feet and into the fray once again. Fortuitously enough, she had been blessed with such an opportunity, and with her savagely loyal tag partner to accompany her.* "Tonight will be different, Dread." *Her booming voice was deliberately reduced, indicative of how sincere she was.* "The age of our indomitable power and unstoppable might shall eclipse the entire law organization, and tonight, we shall take our first steps on the path of glory." *She continued fastening her body armor along the outside of her wrists and ankles, completing the ensemble by securing her waist guard around the shapely form of her hips.*

"And while I abhor the thought of loss in any capacity, I consider what transpired that night to be the gateway for a valuable lesson." *The hulking powerhouse regaled her compatriot with that particular instance, turning towards her diminutive partner as she did so.* "Your devotion to me is unparalleled, which is something I intend to utilize tonight." *Reaching on the top shelf, she retrieved Dread's signature horns, gingerly fastening them on the sides of her head.* "With our combined wrestling acumen, we shall carve out our path and leave a trail of bodies in our wake."

*With her monstrous presence easily filling the room, Moa was well aware of her menacing aura. However, the woman beneath the mask she had grown so fond of knew a different side of her- The compassionate being outside of the ropes, who would stop at absolutely nothing to prove her worth to her significant other, come hell or high water.* "However, that doesn't mean you still aren't my cubby, Kaede. I don't want you doing anything excessive or too dangerous." *She leaned in close before smooching the side of her face, reinforcing just how much she loved her little companion.*

"Now, shall we?" *Gently scooping up her better half as if she were completely weightless, Moa proceeded to amble through the room's threshold while parting the sea of miscellaneous jobbers, strolling down the hallway towards the darkened curtains. Moa's anxiety melted away whenever she was in the presence of her lover, and tonight was no different, allowing her to breath freely.*

*Before she knew it, the backstage crew gave her the sign, and both women emerged from behind the blinds to a rather mixed response- The vast majority of audience members weren't familiar with them, but the ones who were vigorously applauded their arrival. Without hesitation, Moa approached the staircase and ascended it with ease, hoping over the top rope before striking her signature pose in the center of the ring!*

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[Armada]

The living shadow who went by the name of Dread stood firm with her hands behind her back at strict attention in her master’s presence. Her posture never slouched, and her eyes carefully tracked Moa as the titan roamed about the changing hall, giving her assistant a well meaning speech. The loss at the hands of such a lowly competitor such as Lauren was an insult to Dread’s mistress! One that had left a bitter taste in the servants mouth. She recalled how her own inaction until the very end may have caused Moa’s defeat, and considered it to be a shame on herself. Moa was beaten, and worse yet, injured in the scuffle. As her loyal servant, Dread took that very hard. She needed to do better! For Moa’s sake!

The titan paced around the room, placing the finishing touches of her costume into place as Dread watched with a cold, stoic look. Moa insisted that they learn from their previous loss, Dread giving her master a silent nod in agreement. Dread was never going to let what happened occur ever again, so long as it was in her power to stop it!

Moa eventually walked over towards her faithful servant, Dread bowing with her hand over her heart as the islander fastened her horned mask to her face. The living shadow had now been unsheathed. And the fierce gaze that locked onto Moa was like that of a hound protective of its master.

“I Thank you for your kind words Mistress. I shall not fail you.”

The icy tone of the masked woman held conviction and will! She meant what she said, as though it were a common fact in the universe. Her master smiled and leaned down, giving the woman behind the mask an order to stay out of danger, and to be careful when they went out there.

A gentle kiss was placed on Dread’s cheek...and the calm, stoic expression melted away into a sweet, if worried, smile.

“I think I should be the one telling that to you! Don’t overdo it out there, okay sweetie? I don’t want my Teddy Bear to get hurt like last time. If you do, then I won’t forgive you!”

As quick as the smile came, the stoic face of Dread replaced it as the referee came in and told them the match would begin. Both women nodded, and went about following them back to the ring.

The crowd seemed rather mixed. Some absolutely loathed the pair, while others politely cheered and clapped for them as they walked down the ramp. Dread herself never interacted with anyone. She simply walked by Moa’s side, a silent shadow that traced her every move on the way down to the ring.

While Moa Climbed up the ring using the steps, Dread hopped up on the apron, and split the ropes for her master in a manner befitting of a servant. As Moa climbed in, she would strike her signature pose, showing off her powerful body and determined gaze. Dread would follow her example by jumping over the three ropes with a flip, and landing in a prepared crouch next to her master. Her icy blue eyes scanned the area, making sure there was no one that escaped her view, and searching for their would-be adversaries for the night.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Both Bethany and Cynthia would be having another tag team match, this time facing against a team named Gore Galore. Both sisters didn't know what to expect from this, but they certainly planned to win this and beat their opponents. Both sisters didn't have a good track record here in LAW, but they certainly aimed to improve their standings elevate their status among the roster by winning matches after matches.

"Okay, let's show 'em what's what," Bethany told her sister as they stood side by side at the gorilla position, waiting for their turn to make their entrance.

"You got it, sis!" Cynthia replied, smiling to her sister as she placed her hands on her hips. Each of them was dressed in blue skintight leotard, which accentuated their curves.

And soon, they received the signal that it was their turn to make their entrance. Nodding to each other, both sisters made their way to the ramp as their music was played. They received lukewarm reaction from the crowd due to their losing streaks here in LAW, but they sought to change this and make them change their minds about their team.

Cynthia & Bethany

Both Bethany and Cynthia then made their way down the ramp, heading over to the ring where the other team was waiting for them. Soon, they reached the ring, and they would quickly slip into the ring, rolling under the ropes before getting back up on their feet. Bethany, the one with strawberry-blonde hair, folded her arms under her breasts while her sister, Cynthia, the pink-haired one, placed her hands on her hips, as they looked at the other team.

It looked like this match would be a challenging one, and many thought that the sisters would lose again tonight. But Jaeger Sisters were determined to win and show everyone that they weren't here to lose.

[SubtleRoar]

*While nonchalantly reclining against her neutral corner's support beam, Moa watched intently as her adversaries for the evening made they way towards the ring. They appeared as though they had just stepped foot out of an anime, complete with abnormally large eyes and shimmering body parts! Suffice to say, Moa was already disgusted by their mere presence, but it seemed as though the audience shared her sentiment as they weren't too highly regarded. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage.*

"These two don't appear to boast much in the way of height or weight, but looks are always deceiving little one." *She reminded her partner, still attempting to decipher the skill set her opponents could potentially wield.* "Given how minuscule they are, I am willing to assume that both are agile and cunning between the ropes. However, I intend to thoroughly trample over them both by the nights' end." *The gargantuan leviathan reassured Dread, reciprocating the awkward gawking the sisters did by balefully glaring in their direction.*

"CLANG CLANG CLANG!" *As the bell sounded, Moa wasted little time in attempting to convince her opponents of her frightening power. Charging across the arena, Moa would deliberately choose just one, Bethany to be exact, to isolate and annihilate.* "Do not take this personally, child." *She stated, extending her forearm horizontally for a massive lariat!*

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[PrinceArjuna332]

Once both sisters reached the ring, Bethany would be the first to get into the ring while Cynthia would be staying at their team's corner. But, as soon as the bell was rung, the other team immediately made their move as one of them suddenly rushed towards Bethany, hitting her right at her upper chest with a massive lariat!

"PUAGHH!!!"

Bethany was caught off-guard by the lariat, and the sheer impact of the attack was enough to send her flipping in the air before landing gracelessly onto the canvas. She ended up having her ass sticking up in the air, her face against the mat, and she had a very confused and pained look on her face. Meanwhile, Cynthia gasped as she covered her mouth, staring at her sister in horror.

"B-Bethany!!" Cynthia cried out. Her sisterly concern caused her to try slipping into the ring to help her sister out, but she might end up exposing herself to danger by doing this.

[SubtleRoar]

*While utilizing a significant amount of her raw power, Moa wasn't too surprised at how Bethany reacted. Turning towards Dread, she sent her a flirtatious wink, knowing full well that her smaller yet craftier compatriot was aroused by such devastation, especially at the hands of her gargantuan partner.* "This shall be over quickly, don't worry." *While forcibly grasping her victim by the strands of her hair, the colossal islander dragged the extra baggage towards her corner and tossed the dazed female against the metallic pillar, subsequently following up with a humungous body splash!*

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"THWACK!" *A tremor of unmitigated power echoed across the arena, sending the crowd into a panicked state; they were unaware that this hulking fiend possessed such tremendous might!* "You are quite the entertaining ragdoll, but I believe it is time for my partner to amuse herself with you." *Turning towards Dread, Moa extended her right hand towards her, gesturing for her to take the reins.*

[Armada]

The Living Shadow watched her master with a stoic expression on her face. In her cold, blue eyes there was no one who could truly best Moa in the arena. Their previous match was a simple mistake. One that would be rectified post haste. These children were little more than a warm up for the coming apocalypse that would befall this wretched league and it’s pitiful competitors. In a sense, Dread almost pitied the Jaeger Sisters. Thankfully, such an emotion passes quickly.

The eldest, or at least, the sister that looked the eldest, was quickly demolished by Moa’s lariat attack. The bronze titan could level a building if she set her mind to it, so this girl was in for an interesting ride as she spun about in the air and plopped on the mat like a hunk of raw flesh. Dread caught a glimpse of her face. Already, she seemed to be wheezing and confused. A common reaction when one went up against Moa’s raw strength.

The Brunette looked as though she were about to cry, and her partner gasped in horror. Dread’s eyes traced back to the pink haired sister, who seemed to try and climb into the ring to assist her fallen comrade. Having seen Moa double teamed beforehand, Dread reacted quickly to such an action. She hopped over the top rope, and dashed right past the referee! Her eyes as sharp as blades as she intercepted the pink haired girl just as she crawled through the ropes.

As Cynthia stood up, she would be face-to-face with the masked woman, who bore a hole in her with her gaze.

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”Don’t do that again.” She said in a cold whisper. Her hand gently reached out and squeezed Cynthia’s shoulder. The grip was immensely strong, but it was soon released as the referee called Dread back and demanded she step out of the ring until tagged. That went for Cynthia as well.

Dread returned to her corner, her stunt giving Moa the distraction she needed to pry up the other sister by her hair and throw her into Gore Galore’s corner. Dread slipped through the opposite side of the ropes to avoid her master’s follow up attack, which shook the ring so much that Dread found herself almost toppling off the apron. Thankfully she maintained her balance, just in time for Moa’s sharp gaze to focus on her. With a gesture, Moa asked Dread to step in, and with a slight bow, Dread smacked the offered hand, accepting the tag.

Seeing the woman wheezing in the corner, a weak, sad, pathetic mess after only the very start of the match was a testament to Moa’s strength. Dread’s participation was likely just a formality. The great Islander could easily conquer these children, but her loyal servant would never allow the possibility that she could be ambushed.

Stepping back, Dread gave herself some distance before darting forward! With a quick spin, the masked woman would SLAM her boot into the opponent’s stomach! Her goal was to utterly destroy whatever resistance the Jaeger sister might have left!

[PrinceArjuna332]

Cynthia tried to help out her sister, but was stopped by the other member of the opposing team. Cynthia tried to push past her, but the squeeze on her shoulder and the smoldering gaze that the woman was giving her was enough to put terror into her heart. Cynthia's eyes widened as she looked into the eyes of the woman named Dread. Luckily, the referee intervened, and she meekly made her way out of the ring, unable to provide any assistance to her sister, who was pulled up by Moa towards the opposite corner.

As for Bethany, she was placed right at the corner, too devastated by the powerful lariat from earlier, and after she was placed there, she took a corner splash from Moa, causing her to gasp out loudly in pain. "MOUPGHH!!!" The sheer impact was too much that Bethany was effectively flattened under her opponent's weight. As her arms were draped over the ropes, she hung there, barely able to stand on her own feet, and after hitting her with the corner splash, Moa decided to tag Dread in.

Too weakened to even make any effort to escape, Bethany could only watch helplessly as Dread moved herself in front of her, making a distance between the two of them. And then, she went to deliver a kick aimed to her stomach. "UOOGHHH!!!" The kick knocked the wind out of her, and the sheer impact was too much for Bethany to handle. She hung lifelessly at the corner, barely clinging to her consciousness. This time, Cynthia already had enough of this as she would quickly enter the ring, fear be damned. She wanted to rescue her sister, no matter what.

"HYAAHHH!!!" Yelling out, Cynthia tried to tackle Dread with a spear from behind, though she should've thought first before entering as her yelling might've drawn the woman's attention before she could reach her.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the gargantuan leviathan inspected the fight closely, hanging behind the suspended barrier to avoid drawing the ire of the referee, she noticed something peculiar about her compatriot; Dread seemed excessively vicious tonight, almost as if she were trying to prove herself by investing a large quantity of her strength with each, solitary movement. Moa was gobsmacked at how devoted her beloved was to achieving success tonight, and if her opponent's shrieks of anguish were anything to go off of, then their inevitable triumph would soon be at hand!*

*However, it seemed as though her sinister lover would be impeded by the interference of Cynthia, something she believed was against the previously established rules. This certainly did not sit well with the towering monster, and in the blink of an eye, she leapt over the highest rope and made an immediate beeline towards the aggravating nuisance!*

"Your presence is not welcomed here!" *She boisterously declared, attempting to make herself abundantly clear while not causing Dread to lose focus on what was most important; namely, going him with the victory. With an outstretched arm, she swung it forward to try and introduce the petite female to her oversized forearm with a running lariat!*

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[Armada]

Dread’s opponent lay tethered to the cornerpost of the ring like a lifeless scarecrow. The Living Shadow easily dispatched Bethany Jaeger, who looked half dead due to the brutal attacks she had been forced to endure. By the time Dread retracted her leg, it was as though Bethany had been run through with a sword, and now was being peeled off the ring post like a pin from it’s cushion.The sight was brutal and merciless! Fitting for the new heels as they tormented their opponents both physically and psychologically.

When Dread’s foot finally touched the ground, Bethany looked ready to crumble into the canvas. The once peppy and strong will combatant was a slobbering mess! A pitiful sight one would only see in a bad dream. The cold, merciless atmosphere that dread seemed to exude was not lost on those surrounding her. Only the sweet Cynthia was able to press through such a hostile aura. For the sister she loved so dearly, she would fight tooth and nail to save.

Dread could hear Cynthia’s desperate plea to her sister! She wanted to make sure Bethany was safe from the tormenting tyrants that seemed to haunt them this evening. The masked woman looked over her shoulder and found that the pink haired girl had failed to heed her earlier warning. Instead, she was charging at Dread. The masked woman only had time to blink before her own partner charged into the ring, looking to intercept the young fool.

Knowing Moa was on the job, Dread returned her gaze to Bethany, who still lay weakened in the corner post. The cold blue eyes resting beneath the mask stared at Bethany’s dazed expression for only a minute before going in to headbutt the poor girl. If she succeeded, then Dread would wrap an arm around Bethany’s skull, and cinch her in for a quick headlock. Dread was curious if Moa wanted to finish this match with a quick team-up, or if she had planned for these two women to suffer a bit longer...