GASTER vs Laura Leiner

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Clara's throat was starting to feel hoarse from all the screaming she was doing. Despite Laura appearing slightly less dangerous than the loudmouthed woman was letting on, she still believed the She-Zilla would easily snap her in 2 if given the chance, still thinking that one hard hit from the Genetic Freak would do her in and shelf her for the next few weeks...maybe even months...

However, right now, she managed to get back at Laura, nailing the heavyweight on her chin with her leg, forcing Laura to release her!

Barely landing on her feet, GASTER rushed back inside the safety of the ring, as Laura complained to the ref about the attack...with the ref just shaking her head, and shouting for the 5th count of the ring out!

The gears were spinning inside Clara's head...was a count out win an honorable way to win? Not really...but did honor really matter when fighting a giantess like Laura Leiner, she thought? Slightly opportunistic on her part, she caught her breath as Laura recovered from her kick...wishing that she wouldn't recover within the next few seconds at all, to not make it inside the ring...

And if she did?

"...I am screwed...

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To the surprise of no-one, a simple kick jostled Laura Leiner much more greatly than a woman with her size advantage perhaps should of been. Needless as to say why however; given the Genetic Freak couldn't block or defend against the simplest of movements, let alone a bucking kick to the head. Hands to the top of the ring apron, moaning and groaning as the crowd around her roared once more in genuine disappointment, Laura eventually as the count rose to its high digits, forced herself to her feet. Nearly bucking right back onto a single knee, the She-Zilla instead managed to force her torso upon the side of the ring itself, before that previously frail leg managed a little shove. Not much, but enough to push her upper body back under the bottom rope.

"Gawd...DAMNIT.." She'd groan to herself, trying to make the rest of her body join her in the ring.

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"No...oh God please no...NO!", Clara was screaming as Laura slowly made her way to her feet, as the count slowly reach 8...

At 9, the She-Zilla attempted to make her way in, and although a thought of a baseball kick crossed the Shadow Lord's mind, it was obvious to her that the Genetic Freak would simply pull her back into the hellish pit with her...

All she could do was finish catching her breath as Laura made the count, and rolled in to the ring.

"Ugh...no...I will beat you...Somehow...I will...", she said...but not to Laura...more to herself.

As Laura laid in the ring right after entering, GASTER would attempt to turn the woman on her back...as difficult as it would be for her to turn a woman of this size...before she would attempt to lock in a Cross Armbar, deeming it best to take away the Giantess's biggest weapons!

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At first, Laura's massive bicep reached out, seemingly believing it was the official herself to test on the She-Zilla's condition. A light shove away would do she figured, to prove both to said official that she was still in the fight, and to the audience that she was perhaps not as pathetic as she had seemed thus far. Only, no official came. It was GASTER, seemingly trying to tear that 42 inch bicep a new one!

"GAHHHH!" Back to the mat, her legs a good few inches or so from being under the ropes, Laura whined the house down as GASTER bent her arm something wicked. Naturally knowing no decent counter, the hulking brute could but latch her other hand to the leg resting across her thick bust, trying and failing to shove it off!

"GAWDDAMNIT...REF...ILLEGAL....!"

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As she grabbed the She-Zilla's limb, GASTER would twist Laura's arm in the direction it really wasn't meant to be bent, desperately holding on to it as the woman tried to shove the Shadow Lord away from her as if she were a fly, in response to which Clara simply moved her legs away from the Genetic Freak's grasp!

"It's not illegal, Phantom! Now, do you submit?!", she would ask Laura, point blank...

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Kicking and screaming, what pride Laura had managed to maintain via her brief, few and far between assaults upon the small figure was now gone; her arm, practically the size and width of GASTER's upper frame entirely, was now being bent wickedly out of shape. Had her mask not covered her eyes, Laura's tears would have been likely laid bare for all to see.

"ILLEGALLLLLL!" Snarling yet still, it would be mostly luck and desperation that brought Laura somewhat up into a sit-up posture; arm still cranked and bent, with her other arm failing to save it.

It would somehow, be in this moment of utter agony, that the genetic freak had something of idea. Snarling as she went for said scheme, GASTER would soon find Laura's muscular frame pressing over then down on those legs she was binding her with. Seemingly going for a desperate roll-up, using everything she still had left in her!

"GAHHH..REFFFFF...RAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEF!"

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"Grrrr...stop...saying that and sub...mit?", Clara would try to shout to the heavyweight...right until Laura tried and rise up, grabbing the Shadow Lord's legs, before rolling her up for the pin, practically folding the lightweight into 2!

"Ah! NO!", realizing that she was in a pinning predicament, she tried as much as she could to kick out!

"ONE!", the ref shouted, quick to the She-Zilla's call for her to count the pin!

And GASTER, despite trying to push Laura off with her legs, despite trying to lift her frame off the canvas with both her arms, releasing the Genetic Freak's massive arm as a result, simply didn't possess the raw physical strength to accomplish the task. She let out a panicked whimper as ref's hand went down for the third time...

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It had taken the entire match, but Laura had found something that worked undoubtedly on the much more skilled, much more tactile, and countless times quicker GASTER. Her undeniable density and weight.

Simply resting it on those legs, somehow gaining a little freedom from that arm-tearing hold given Clara's focus was on freedom over wrenching it further, Laura's eyes shut tight as the referee counted her towards victory. In her mind, if the match was anything to go on, GASTER would muster an escape attempt the genetic freak could simply not see coming. Not exactly difficult, given the woman had little ability in basic wrestling, let alone anything else.

But surely enough, after a three count that felt to be more than a three hundred count, Laura had done it. Figure giving out the moment that hand came down for the final call, Laura burst free from the arm lock altogether along with that pin posture upon her foe, as she rolled across the canvas. Sitting up, holding what felt to be a torn arm, the She-Zilla merely glared at it, somehow unable to immediately come to terms with the fact.

The fact she had somehow just won!

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"THREEEE!"

DING DING DING!

The moment the bell rung, Laura would release the Shadow Lord from her captivity, the Shadow Lord lying on her back, groaning in disappointment over her loss...

"It was only natural, though...", she heard her own voice in her head: "Look at her, 6 foot something? Weighs a ton? Calls herself She-Zilla? Why did you think you could beat her, you idiot?"

Disappointed in herself, both over the loss, and over the fact that she thought she could've had Laura at some points in the match, the Shadow Lord would attempt to quietly roll out of the ring. Laura won this. While she hoped that the loudmouthed woman wouldn't beat her up post match, she hated the idea of Laura potentially making fun of her loss even more...even if she now had the right to do so...

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If GASTERS mind was running wild with thoughts about how she could have ever possibly defeated the Genetic Freak, Laura's own noggin was even more so filled with similar ideas. Only, not about the prospect of so much beating the Shadow Lord.

"What the fuck. How. Did she slip? Was that legal? Is the referee-bitch playing me? How the fuck. What is this. I won?..." Thoughts near trailing endlessly, Laura's face was filled with bewilderment. So much so that it took the referee repeatedly tapping upon the giants shoulders to bring about her senses. And when she did, Laura Leiner was not the one who responded. The Genetic Freak did.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M FUCKING SAYING. Y'ALL EVER HAVE ANY DOUBTS? LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THESE FUCKING GUNS. ONE OF THEM EQUALS TWO OF HER. AND WHEN YOU PUT TOGETHER THE FACT I GOT TWO ARMS, THAT COULD ONLY EQUAL DISASTER FOR THIS FOOL. GET THE FUCK OUTTA My RING, BOTHAYOU IN FACT. I SEEN YOU PLAYING AGAINST ME REF. THIS AIN'T YOUR HOUSE. THIS AIN'T LAW'S HOUSE. THIS IS THE HOUSE OF LEINER. AND YOU BEST BE-FUCKING-LIEVE ITS SPRING CLEANIN' TIME!" Arms raised as high as the could go, briefly wincing at the utmost agony GASTER had brought upon her, the ever non-present She Zilla didn't notice if GASTER nor the referee had taken any of her words with any interest. She sprouted them anyway. For the match was hers.