GASTER vs Laura Leiner

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Immediately after Clara didn't get her match with Laura, she went to the management, to request a match with the Genetic Freak, uncontent with the heavyweight denying her her chance at putting the woman in her place.

Luckily, her request got through, and she got her match on the next week's episode of LAW TV.

And now, she was standing nervous at the gorilla position, waiting for a cue from the crewmembers to enter the ring. One of the things she never thought she'd do in the weight divisioned LAW, is fighting someone 2 weight classes above her (even though Laura didn't officially put her profile up on the website yet). But, she slapped her cheeks with both hands, and fired herself up, putting on her mask as the nearby sound guy gave her 20 seconds to her entrance...

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With the ominous fog and music descending onto the entrance ramp, the Shadow Lord GASTER made her way down to the ring, cackling like a mad scientist as she did. She simply rolled into the ring, before letting out one last laugh. There wasn't going to be no promo from her today, she said all she wanted to last week to Laura. Today, she would speak with her actions to the loud-mouthed heavyweight, prepared to put this Phantom back into her place!

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Well. This was quite the mess Laura Leiner's mouth had gotten herself into.

Pacing the hallway of LAW itself, purposefully picking a lesser used one with poor lighting to do such, Laura was visibly stressed. Mask covering the outright nervousness upon the giants face, her reason for being so afraid was alien to all but herself. Rather simply, she had a wrestling match.

And she could barely wrestle.

Pushing herself to the gorilla position her opponent had graced moments ago nonetheless, Laura would have no more time for nerves. Anything resembling such would now destroy the image she had quickly belt in the minds of those in LAW who had seen her.

Simply put, it was time for Laura Leiner to take a nap, and let the Genetic Freak come out to play instead!

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Emerging with a microphone strapped to a belt upon her attire and arms raised high, what could be seen of the monstrously big figures face was now all smiles, as she descended the ramp with a pace and step that exhumed confidence. Stopping just shy of the ring as ever, her hand would quickly find itself upon the microphone; raising it and fist both to the air, as the amused crowd cheered on. Given her lack of skill, Laura would have to rely on two things in the match to come. Her freakish strength with matching stature, and her mouth.

The latter would come into play instantly.

"Y'ALL OF YOU IN THE CROWDS TONIGHT, MUST BE SICK!"

Lowering her microphone as a smile came to her face, the confused mass of faces would meet Laura's own gaze, before Big Momma Pump quickly continued.

"'COS YOU'VE ALL COME OUT HERE, WILLINGLY BY CHOICE, TO WITNESS A MURDER!"

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Clara's gaze never left the entrance ramp, as the Genetic Freak herself, Laura Leiner, made her way down the ramp. She even made a step back to allow the silver-haired woman to enter the ring.

However, the Heavyweight would stop just a few meters short of actually entering the ring, before grabbing a mic at her belt, and taunting the Shadow Lord. Clara believed that time for talking was long past, but if the Genetic Freak wanted to duel with words, so be it. She asked the referee for the mic, and, upon grabbing it, spoke:

"No, phantom. You cannot kill me or destroy me! If you strike me down, like an Earthly myth of Pheonix, I will come back even more powerful, and eventually, strike you down!", GASTER would taunt Laura.

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Welp. The time was upon her. With words no longer able to shield her, the time was now for Laura Leiner to actually wrestle.

Of course, she didn't have to put down the microphone just yet.

"I CAN'T TELL IF THAT WAS A THREAT, OR A POEM. WHAT IS THIS JOKE?" Turning her head as if to ask the crowd, Laura's smile under her mask would become an increasingly fake as she stepped foot into the ring, leaving the microphone at the side before stepping foot into the ring.

With a profile still not to hand, those who had not seen Laura before would now be given their first proper comparison of size, even if it was to the immensely small Gaster. The woman was simply massive. Most likely over six feet tall, and touching if not over the boundaries of the 200 hundred pounds mark, Laura had size and them some on the figure before her. To those at home and in the audience, it would appear as if a squash was to unfold. To Laura Leiner, all she saw was an opponent with buckets of experience upon her, and then some. All she could do she figured, was try and use said figure to her advantage.

"ALRIGHT..." Voice now without microphone yet still equally booming, Laura seemingly round up her right arm, as she braced her figure for a fight. "LET'S DO THIS YA LIL' FREAK!"

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"Why won't you step into the ring and find out, Phantom?", GASTER would finish, leaving the microphone near the edge of the ring, as Laura would do the same...

...and Clara would be reminded just how big her opponent tonight was. Though advertised, only a handful of people knew that tonight's match was cross-promotional, Lightweight vs Heavyweight, and the most difficult kind of match a girl like GASTER could do in this company. Considering Laura's attitude, she was confused why she refused the match till now. If she was as good as she said she was, surely it would've been incredibly easy for the masked heavyweight to be the girl...right? Although Clara knew that, she had to try and get her revenge on Laura, otherwise more heavyweights would follow her example and try and bully poor lightweights.

As Laura got ready for her debut match in LAW, the pitch of her voice didn't shift at all, and she could swear that the volume of it didn't either, even without the microphone.

A second later, the bell rung, and the match got underway!

The Shadow Lord stepped out of the ring, hands outstretched, challenging Laura Leiner to a Test of Strength. The crowd immediately believed the Shadow Lord to be suicidal in that path, being the worst mistake the girl could make against a massive woman like the Genetic Freak. Little did they know that the Shadow Lord actually had a plan...

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A test of strength? With Big Momma Pump?

Perhaps things wouldn't go as sourly as Laura Leiner believed they would after all, and all her fears were for nought!

Moving in with intention of likely breaking Gaster's arms there and then, Laura simply could not resist a momentary moment to hold her arms up and out, flexing to the audience with a smile to her face. Opting to keep silent out of slight fear that she may snap Gaster out of such a rash decision to test the giant's strength, the self entitled Genetic Freak simply chose to move closer before she opened her trap; her fingers inches away from tickling upon Gaster's own.

"Y'all are one...stupid midget...!"

Diving in almost, determined to lock her fingers with Gaster for a sure-fire win from the get-go!

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"Mwahaha! Don't you think you are underestimating my power, Phant-----CRAAAAAP!"

Fighting a heavyweight, GASTER definitely expected Laura to be a lot stronger than her. That STILL didn't measure up to the amount of force inflicted by Laura upon her much smaller arms on her. She barely managed to dig her heels into the canvas below her in order to stay put, as she pushed into Laura with all she had to not fall down like a domino.

As she did however, Laura would easily force the Shadow Lord to bend at her spine, pushing her further and further towards the ground...

...with Laura falling right into the Shadow Lord's trap!

Right as her shoulders touched the canvas, she would release the bridge, and lay on the mat for less than a second, before she bent her legs, aimed them right into Genetic Freak's stomach...

...and pushed them forward, unleashing a strong kick right into Laura's gut!

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Laura certainly didn't hold back in the power she poured in, whether such was a side effect of being as strong as the Genetic Freak, or simply perhaps Laura's quick desire to break Gaster in two before the match had even gotten rolling. Practically bending over the top of her already, Laura had already made her intentions clear for bending the lightweights arms up and out to her side, as if to strain them in the most brutal and painful ways possible!

"You're done...before this even got goin'!" Screaming out whilst Gaster seemed to fumble under her figure, Laura's smile was clear for all to see. A smile quickly turned into something of an 'O' shape with her lips, as she suddenly felt her tough sternum concave just a tad!

"GHH!! LITTLE...RAT!" The breath forced out right into the face of her smaller foe, Laura's immensely powerful figure would suddenly turn to mush, with her arms near falling limp as they held onto Gaster's. She was strong as hell, but even the mightiest of foes fell with a single shot to somewhere completely unprepared!

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The kick doing it's job, GASTER felt her foe's Herculean strength disappear. It was still, much stronger than she could take, and as such, it was time for Shadow Lord to refer to the technical aspect of wrestling.

She would release Laura's left arm as she got up to her feet, twisting her right one for a wristlock, before trying to quickly fold it behind her back for a hammerlock!

Before, finally, attempting to trip the Genetic Freak off the ground by trying to yank away at her left leg with her own legs and free arm!

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Now that actual wrestling came into play, Laura was completely and utterly out of her element. Wrist locks? Joint manipulation? It was as much alien to the genetic freak as the concept of veganism.

"Lil' PEST...STOP CHEATIN'!" Roaring to a foe she could only attempt to somewhat turn and face as Gaster claimed position behind her, Laura evidently saw fit to cry cheat in the face of being out-skilled. Banging her feet repeatedly on the canvas, her frustration would be turned against her as Gaster attempted to sweep the ground from underneath her. Only, whilst Gaster may have had the superior position, she seemingly forgot one simple fact.

The sheer thickness of Laura's muscular limbs! With the she-zilla's thighs barely even jiggling from that sweep, as she tried to resume her shaky efforts to escape.

"YAH AIN'T KICKING BIG MOMMA PUMP OFF HER 80 INCH THIGHS RODENT!"