Barnyard Barbeque Brawl! Jess vs Bast!

[SubtleRoar]

"Hmm..yer more of the strong, silent type I see?" *Assuming that the diminutive imp was the mouthpiece of the duo, Jess settled for the curt response she received with a reticent grin.* "Fair enough I reckon- I ain't the type tah look a gift horse in the mouth, but I don't mind knocking some teeth out if it helps tah get my point across~" *Drilling her fist into the palm of her hand, Jess promptly cracked her knuckles while confidently approaching her target. The audience's silent murmuring and whispers of their imminent clash would prove to be worth the anticipation, both women smashing into each other, neither one willing to give the other an inch in this battle of the behemoths!*

"Hrrrrrk!" *Finally having the luxury of testing Bast's raw strength for the first time, The Crimson Bulldozer gradually came to the realization that Bast's brute force technique would easily conquer the average competitor- Her rippling biceps, unflinching form and almost flawless technique would both outperform and outlast anyone that was unprepared for it. Fortuitously for her however, she wasn't the typical competitor- Jess's vast amount of ring knowledge was only dwarfed by her extensive cooking experience, and she decided it was high time Bast found this out the hard way!*

*Switching gears for a moment, Jess hooked her opposite arm underneath Bast's, rotating herself horizontally while redirecting her momentum to try and flip the colossal amazon up and over for a hip toss!* "Yah might wanna brace fer impact~" *She snickered under her breath, curving her gaze to catch the eye of her insufferable companion, trying to rile her up as she snatched control of the reins!*

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[BlackAkuma]

As much as Cersei wanted to see Bast lay this ignorant oaf out, there was a small doubt in her mind. Not that her sister would lose, that was never a concern, but she did fear the slight possibility that her sister could come out looking less than dominant against this woman. It wouldn’t be quite as bad as a lose against her, but at the same time, she shouldn’t be having too much trouble against someone who dressed up like an actual cow, of all things. This was the sort of joke fight that Bast would plow through with ease.

So it was somewhat heartening to see Jess get driven back by the onslaught and rammed into the nearest barricade at full force. She had been with her sister long enough to know where this was going - she would start laying into her from her, really delivering the pain and overpowering her foe. The momentum was hers to seize, and…

”What?”

Cersei squawked as Bast was suddenly flipped about, sent head over heels, coming down for a hard flop on her back. It was almost comical appearance, something she rarely saw her sister go through, and that idiotic glare from the cow-woman wasn’t missed on her part. ”Bast, what are you doing!” She called out, making sure to stay a safe distance as she did. ”Keep your head in the game, don’t let her get the better of you!”

Bast had absolutely no intention of letting Jess get the better of her, but things weren’t quite as easy as Cersei was making them out to be. The woman had some real skill there, executing that move with ease, and it was a safe bet that it was the only tool in her kit. Caution was needed here, real caution, and she exercised that as she rolled off from the toss. She got up to her knees and didn’t bother rising further than that, figuring her best shot was to try an attack from her. Bast spun about and swung her leg out, going wide with a sweeping kick aimed at her opponent’s ankle, trying to trip her up before she could capitalize.

[SubtleRoar]

*Hearing the vitriolic disdain from her minuscule supporter was enough to coax out a demeaning chortle from the buxom ginger, turning towards Cersei herself before blowing her an inviting kiss- This, of course, was merely to rile her up even further, knowing full well that indulging in psychological warfare would be a tremendous boon for her later on, should the match exceed her initial expectations. A fight such as this one was almost like going through the motions for the mammoth cowgirl- Bast was just the typical, overhyped meathead that they were feeding her for the evening, yet another forgettable lummox that had bullied her way into a position of supremacy and dominance that Jess would trample into oblivion!*

"Fer someone so mighty, yah ain't that hard tah control~ Maybe ya'll should brush up on yer balance and footwork before tryin tah take down someone of my expertise~" *Deciding to pat herself on the back for having cleanly flipped someone of Bast's monumental physique, Jess proceeded to stretch her arm out sideways, horizontally hovering it overtop of her foe's backside.

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This officious dawdling, however, would eventually lead to her leg nearly buckling from a sudden, crippling pressure colliding against her leg, courtesy of Bast's boot!*

"Gggghaaaaah!" *Jess audibly shrieked, unable to protect herself and finding herself unbalanced from the blisteringly quick movement as she soon found herself in an uncoordinated freefall, the sheer level of momentum she had amassed more than enough to crush her makeshift cushion beneath her, albeit in a less than auspicious way than she had originally intended!*

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Bast hated to admit, Jessie’s words weren’t without merit. Balance and grace were never her strongest suits - she was built to take punishment and dish it out in copious amounts, but doing it in a stylish fashion was not a priority. She was a wrecking machine, powerful, efficient and brutal, a blunt instrument at the best of times.

That being said, she got the inkling that she and Jessie were alike in that regard, and the exchange that came next was good evidence of that.

She succeeded in tripping up her foe, but that didn’t mean she was in the clear - far from it, actually, as her attack came crashing down on Bast regardless, smashing her into the mat. She let out a cry of anguish and rolled away, gripping her chest as she went, only taking a small bit of solace in knowing that her opponent hadn't enjoyed that moment, either.

Bast rolled off to the side, pushed up to her feet and brought her hands up in defense, looking more worried than she had at the start of this match. For all of her theatrics, Jessie was proving to be made of stern stuff. Cersei might’ve seen her as a joke, but here, in the ring, she was quickly learning the truth of things.

[SubtleRoar]

*As guaranteed as the sun rising over the horizon, Jess's plummeting elbow drop connected, a satisfying shout of misery reverberating across the capacity crowd! The confluence of both support and disbelief gave Jess a good indication of who all was in attendance tonight- She noticed a surplus of her own supporters had come out in droves, no doubt eager to see Jess's overdue rise through the law ranks. However, Bast seemed to have garnered a cult following herself, her diehard zealots elated to watch her rapid, nearly unstoppable rise through the circuit continue tonight.*

*Assuming Jess would be content with a single, uninterrupted move would prove to be a rookie mistake on Bast's behalf as the crimson crusher pursued her to the ends of the arena, snatching her within a mildly strangulating chokehold.* "And just where do yah think yer goin exactly?" *Her southern drawl abundant in her rhetorical question, she began dragging Bast back onto her legs, curious to see if she was capable of standing on her own, or if her unwanted assistance was preventing her from collapsing in on herself.* "And here I was thinking you could handle a dame like me- Oh well, guess yah gotta settle fer what yer givin." *She guffawed aloud, her signature* "Aheukheuk!" *emanating from the combat zone as a sign of her overflowing confidence!*

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[BlackAkuma]

The crowd’s response didn't go unnoticed by Cersei, either. While fan support was far from a top priority, she wasn’t inclined to ignore it, either. The primary goal was getting Bast to the top of the heap, but if they could sway some hearts and minds along the way? All well and good. Maybe even work on getting some merchandise and advertising going, see how well that would play out. She’d heard rumors of some wrestlers getting sponsored by energy drinks. It couldn't hurt to workshop that idea…

Bast had more pressing problems on her end than audience perception - namely, dealing with the brackish bull of a woman who was currently running roughshod over her. She had only begun to recover when the woman seized her head and pulled her up, controlling her with a tight grip and forcing her to stand. Tight muscles gripped her head, creating an iron snare.

It wasn’t an easy thing for any wrestler to get out of, and that would include Bast - but she had her way, and she could already see a good escape.

Instead of fighting the position, Bast used it to her advantage, as she dipped, reached up to pull Jess down by the neck, and stood up straight before she with the woman on her shoulder in a classic fireman’s carry. She only held that move for a moment before she fell back and brought her opponent crashing to the mat with a move colloquially known as the Angle Slam.

[SubtleRoar]

*Continuing to mercilessly wrench and crank against the buxom bombshell's vulnerable throat, Jess could hear the roar of the audience around her to progressively grow louder, the various cheers and jeers both encouraging and disapproving of what they were feasting their eyes on- It was an ineffably wonderous feeling to be the apple of everyone's eye, even if it were in a fleeting capacity, so much so that the ginger giantess inadvertently loosened her hold around Bast's throat. This, unfortunately, would not go unnoticed.*

*Having anchored her feet against the floor to prevent Bast from slithering out of her unflinching grasp, Jess's immaculate positioning had been honed through decades of wrangling cattle on her extended family's farm- Having been tasked with keeping the more ornery cattle, she learned how to develop a bonafied posture that could detain even the most rambunctious of bovine. This, however, was a double edged sword- She had become complacent throughout the years, tacitly accepting that she was unrivaled in terms of raw power and tenacity- That would all change once she was lifted feet into the air, courtesy of Bast's astonishing strength!*

"Wwaaahhh?!" *Her baffled cry would only be quelled by the inevitable* "WHUD!" *That subsequently followed, the sound generated by Jess's humungous frame bouncing off the ground below. The move received an extravagant pop from the audience, leaving the majority of them in shock from having witnessed such a drastic paradigm shift from the up and coming juggernaut!* "Aahhh...ggghh..." *Trying to figure out how she could have slipped up so badly, Jess plaintively howled, clutching her body as the buzzing lights overhead kept her conscious!*

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[BlackAkuma]

The move wasn’t exactly paradise for Bast, either. While the floor did have a little padding to it, making it better than falling down flat on raw concrete, it wasn’t as if these were thick mats. No, they were scarcely better than hitting the full thing, and her back paid a hefty price for it, sending a shock up and down her spine.

Still, it seemed like Jessie got the worst of it, a fact that Bast confirmed when she looked over and saw the woman writhing on the mat and heard her pained cries. That wasn’t the only confirmation, either.

”That’s what you get!” Cersei’s shrill shrieks echoed around the ringside area, making some of the closer patrons wince. ”That’s what happens, you ignorant cow!”

While Bast appreciated her sister’s fervor, she couldn't help but find the attitude more than a little grating. While Jessie was a strange woman, for certain, she seemed pleasant and well-meaning enough, certainly unworthy of such a drubbing.

Not wanting to drag this out any longer than necessary, Bast moved in on her aching opponent and reached down, grabbing her by the head and establishing a strong grip. She lifted her up, forcing her to stand just enough, then ducked and pulled the woman over her shoulder, holding her up in a fireman’s carry. After she took a moment to catch her balance, she reached over, grabbed Jessie by the chin and thigh, and pulled down to stretch her across the shoulders, breaking her in half with a tight torture rack.

[SubtleRoar]

*Off in the distance, the groggy ginger could hear the faint, insufferable cries of Bast's miniature mouthpiece. She gnashed her teeth to try and mitigate the noise, but to no avail. However, this slight inconvenience would be the least of her concerns as the colossal leviathan began to approach. Despite having caught the enormous beast out of the corner of her eye, there was little she could do given her current condition, merely watching and fearing the inevitable as she haphazardly floundered around, inadvertently squandering her valuable vigor before finally being hoisted towards the sky!*

"Gggnnrrhh...j..just..h..hold on a second..." *Trying to negotiate with her aggressor, Jess begrudgingly flailed her limbs to try and land a lucky blow across her forehead, potentially stunning Bast before she could execute her debilitating submission hold. To The Ginger Giant's chagrin, her efforts would be in vain, and within seconds she could feel her spine being stretched to its limit!* "GGGAAAH!" *Her bloodcurdling scream was heard throughout every corner and crevasse of the arena, the reactions of the audience ranging from elation to horror and even excitement from the spectacle!*

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*As she continued to try and assuage the misery Bast was inflicting on her, Jess couldn't deny the sexual undertones she was experiencing- Whether or not it was apart of her intent, the masochistic cowgirl couldn't shake the euphoric pleasure coursing through her body.* "Aahaaa...l..lordie~" *Escaped past her lips, limbs tingling as a noticeable blush began creeping across her face!*

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s right! Bend her! Break her!. Snap her in half!”

While Bast could appreciate the - for lack of a better word - enthusiasm of her sister, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t more than a little annoyed by the barking from ringside. She was already well into the process of doing her best at the moment. While Jessie wasn’t quite her size, she was still a large woman by any real measure, and holding her up on the shoulders like this was no mean feat. Even for someone with her strength, she could feel her legs starting to give in, her back aching, her spine straining, with the bovine brawler showing no signs of giving in.

Quite the opposite, in fact. Bast was reasonably sure that her opponent was actually getting off on all this.

It wasn’t a thought she cared to entertain for much longer, so she decided to switch things up. She dipped down, then rose up quick and used the momentum to aid her as she tossed her opponent off her shoulder and pulled her down quick, slamming her across her upturned knee with a backbreaker.