Bast vs. Stone II - Second Impact

[BlackAkuma]

While it wasn’t part of Bast’s typical arsenal, she did boast powerful legs, and was more than capable of using themin such a manner. It was rare for her to crush an opponent like this - most of the time, she would’ve greatly preferred to simply pummel them into submission and leave it there, favoring the simplicity of it and the lower risk. But Stone was a unique opponent, and unique opponents required unique approaches. This was a time to use all the tools in her arsenal.

And to her credit, it seemed to work. While the move would only get her so far with the referee’s count interfering, she needed little time with such a hold to do real damage. She could feel the bones giving way under the pressure, the shifting innards…

It would come to an end far sooner than she would’ve liked, however, as Stone brought her fists down for a hammering blow, one that knocked the wind clean out of her. It made her easy prey, as the goliath of a woman pulled her in close, dipped back, and proceeded to perform a modern day miracle in the middle of the ring.

The crowd looked on in awe as Bast was sent careering through the air, hurled through space in a display of wild power. Even with LAW’s diverse roster, sights like this were rarely seen, and thousands of cameras rushed to catch the amazing sight, clicking away as Hammer of Africa came down for a crash landing.

Bast’s impact sounded like a bomb going off and felt just about as pleasant. She hit hard, landing on her back, and had enough momentum to roll twice before she came to a stop, not too far off from Stick at ringside. She kicked her legs for a few moments, before she gritted her teeth and grabbed the ropes in an attempt to rise back up, hoping she could get to her feet before Stone was on her again.

[thesteedman]

Stick was looking apprehensive, shaking her head. Of course, on the surface of things it was looking great for Stone. The crowd were pumped up after witnessing the display of seemingly impossible strength. Witnessing the behemoth of Stone hurl and toss another heavyweight as if she was a lightweight was a rare sight, and no doubt the clip of Stone release suplexing Bast would be one that was played on the highlight reels for years to come. In an impressive display, Stone rose back up to her feet, whilst Bast was still recovering from such a devastating move. Stick shook her head still, wondering what had gotten into Stone. As passive as the woman looked, that move took more out of her than she was letting on. Under Stick's command she was more efficient, but on her own, fighting on her own terms, Stone was exerting too much energy early on in the match.

True... it was paying dividends, given Bast ate all the impact, sent tumbling from the momentum. Physiologically it no doubt would leave a lasting effect too, the impressive heavyweight form of Bast meaning little if she could be hurled around like a lightweight wrestler... but Stick could see the glisten on Stone's form. The way in which her chest rose and fell. It took more than she was letting on to do such a move.
"You're going to burn out if you keep that up..." Stick whispered under her breath. She folded her arms and leaned against the turnbuckle. If Stone wanted to see how she faired on her own, Stick was not going to stop her. Not that she could if she wanted to it seemed at this point in the game. There was a time and a place to slam heavy opponents, and Stick was the one to call it normally... but perhaps a lesson was required to show Stone why she needed her.

Stone did not so much as glance at Stick, sensing her disapproval. Instead her focus was upon Bast. She approached the downed woman, taking a deep breath, before she tried to hoist her up from the ground, looking to drag her back to her feet and pull her upwards against her own powerful chest! It was clear Stone wanted to keep the momentum going, looking to hoist Bast into a powerslam position! If all went to plan it was clear what her intent was next, looking to drive Bast once more into the ring surface!!

[BlackAkuma]

While this wasn’t the first time that Bast had faced a bigger opponent, it was a rarity, and even rarer still were the ones who could do to her what Stone had just done. She was a big woman, by any measure, with more muscle than most women of her size and even more men. Well over two hundred pounds, and a good degree of it was solid muscle. She was no someone easily hurled about or rag-dolled, so it was more than a little surprising when that was what happened. Yes, she had faced Stone before, and she should’ve known the woman was capable of such a thing, but there were certain sensations you couldn't get accustomed to. This qualified.

Maybe it was karma. The universe giving back some of the pain that she had given to so many smaller women. She could accept that, if that were the case, but she definitely didn’t have to like it.

Bast did her best to shake off the damage, planted her palms on the floor, and pushed her way back up. She only made it halfway before Stone came over and ‘helped’ her rise, once again lifting her up with astonishing ease and holding her against her chest, the clear start of a powerslam.

A simple move, but devastating if delivered by a body like Stone’s, and she knew that there was precious little time to do something about it. As Stone prepared for the plunge, Bast saw her chance and seize it, kicking her leg up so that her body slipped free of the giantess’ grasp. The rest of her body followed suit, as she tried to clamber over her foe’s shoulder, making her way to the big woman’s back. She didn't need to be here long, however. Just a second or two.

That was all she would need to wrap her arms around Stone’s neck and get her thighs around that midsection once again, as she tried to trap the hulking woman with a tight rear naked choke, looking to squeeze the air out of her body and continue to wear her down.

[thesteedman]

Bast would reveal that she was a woman to never be counted out of a fight. Though she ate all the impact of the earlier move, she was not about to let Stone take control of the match! The crowd were already pumped up, watching the action of the two gargantuans clashing within the squared circle, and it looked like Stone was about to set up Bast for another big and impressive slam against the fellow heavyweight. Bast managed to not just fight against the momentum though, instead she utilised it for her own benefits! When Stone hoisted her, she managed to ride that movement, using her own bodyweight to throw herself in such a manner that it unbalanced the taller of the heavyweight wrestlers, allowing Bast to swing by in an alarming yet impressively deft fashion for someone of Bast's size.

Her motions managed to carry her until she was on Stone's back, those powerful legs once again taking Stone's midriff with a hard bodyscissors, but this time Bast had the benefit of wrapping her arms around her neck, securing a deep looking sleeper. Despite being the smaller of the two wrestlers, Bast was still a woman of a monstrous build. Her powerful arms were like the coils of an anaconda, akin to the strength of her dangerous legs, and already she had locked in a dangerous sleeperhold, restricting the air flow of the larger Stone whilst controlling her.

Stone was a monster of a woman herself, but everyone needed to breathe if they wanted to function. Stone staggered; the weight of Bast's motions throwing her off enough to bring her near off her feet. She grasped at Bast's arm that had wrapped strongly around her neck, her own body straining to try and endure as little air began to enter her lungs. She grimaced, biting on her lower lip, before Stone found herself dropping to one knee. The crowd all gasped, looking to see Bast bring her down to the ground, but Stone was a frightening creature. This was not the first time she had been caught in such a situation, and this time looked no different! Despite being strangled, Stone managed to hoist herself back up to a standing position. Her chest heaved, her impressive core strained as her waist was squeezed, but slowly Stone regained her balance. It was then she looked to stagger back, in an attempt to try and ram Bast back first against the closest turnbuckle in an attempt to crush Bast between it and her own hard body!

[BlackAkuma]

Cersei looked on from ringside with mounting wonder as she watched her sister clamber about Stone’s back like a monkey, one of the rare times when she was on someone stable enough to pull such a thing off. As much as she hated to admit it, there was no doubt that this gorilla was a formidable foe, perhaps the greatest they had ever faced, certainly in LAW and maybe in Africa. A daunting task, there was no question, but one that her sister was up for. She had prevailed against strong foes, taking on opponents with challenging styles, tricks, and skills. This would be no different in the end.

If that was true, however, then why was she chewing her fingernails?

She hissed when she finally noticed that she was chewing away on her nail, an irritating habit from her childhood that reared its annoying head on occasion. She pushed away the faint doubts and cried out as Bast mounted her counterattack. ”Yes! Yes, crush her!”

The enthusiasm was appreciated, but Bast hardly had to be told to do such a thing with her opponent. She could feel that it was having some effect on Stone as it brought the woman down to one knee and left her straining. It was a clear cue to ramp up the pressure, and she proceeded to do just that, making her muscles swell to their zenith, but it was almost as if her foe sapped away that strength and used it to her own ends. Stone was on her feet in the next moment, hurtling back towards the corner, and there was little Bast could do but brace herself for the inevitable impact.

The crowd was once again treated to the rare sound of Bast crying out, as she slammed into the pads and rattled the ring. The blow sent electricity running down her spine and loosened her limbs. Not enough to make her let go, but she couldn't summon anything close to the level of power she needed to make her hold effective anymore. Not on a woman like Stone.

[thesteedman]

There was a darkness in Stick's eyes as she glared at Stone. She shook her head, knowing Stone was going too fast and too quick. Yes, she was an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, her stamina was beyond most within LAW along with her power... but she was not tossing around a Middleweight, she was throwing a full Heavyweight wrestler, and whilst Stone was capable of doing such a thing, she could not do it all day. She was mortal after all, and despite what Stick would sing about her in promos, Stone had her limitations. Bast only had to ride out the onslaught and soon enough she would slow... Stone had to ease down, but she simply was not listening.

The mountain of a woman managed to slam and crush Bast into the corner. It did not remove Bast from her rear, but her grip slackened significantly whilst she was left distracted by the aftermath of the impact. The cry of pain was an indication that the slam was hard, and Stone had no issue using the turnbuckle towards her own advantage if she had to. With Bast still latched onto her, Stone looked to keep the momentum... but the turnbuckle was not what she had in mind this time. Taking a few heavy paces forwards, Stone would wow the crowds once more. Despite Bast being wrapped around her form, Stone managed to leap upwards, kicking up her own legs before she looked to crash down back first against the mat, naturally bringing Bast between herself and her intended target.

The entire ring shook when both Heavyweight slammed into the centre of the ring, and Stick near lost her footing, gasping out as the foundations of the ring were tested. It was an impressive sight to be certain, but Stick shook her head, seeing the glistening upon Stone's exposed and muscle clad flesh. She would learn the hard way why Stone needed Stick to command her. She could not keep hoisting and slamming Bast like this without consequence! Still... the crowd did not care as they were on their feet for this match between two titans of the ring! The sights of the fierce contest just kept giving and giving!

[BlackAkuma]

Cersei continued to wear her fingernails down to the nub, as she watched Bast - her sister - continue to throw down bombs against this beast of a woman. It was a new experience, watching her from ringside and not being wholly assured that she could take care of things on her lonesome, but that was the incredible situation she found herself in. As much faith as she had in her sister’s abilities, as much of a powerhouse as she was, there was no denying that Stone could beat her. Of all the women LAW had to offer, she was one of the few with the right tools.

Moments like this just made her realize how much she hated suspense. The waiting, the not-knowing…

As the battle raged, she couldn't help but notice how relatively quiet it was. Not from the audience, who was at a fever pitch, or from the bombastic battle between the ropes, but from her counterpart on the other side of the ring. Though she had known Stick for a short, irritating time, even she could guess that it was rare for the redhead to go this long without saying a single word, especially when her pet wrestler was in the heat of battle. And yet, she had been markedly silent for the past minute or so. Curious, curious…

Her attention was dragged away from the sudden crash in the ring as Stone leaped forward and brought Bast crashing down in the middle of the ring, slamming her under her considerable weight. It was a hellish impact, more than enough to dislodge her sister, and it left her sprawled out and groaning underneath the giantess’ bulk. Seeing her distress, Cersei couldn't ignore her sisterly instincts and stepped forward to poke her head in under the ropes. ”Bast! Samira!” She slapped the mat, trying to draw her eye and keep her lucid. ”Keep going! You can wear her out!”

[thesteedman]

Stone slowly began to sit up in the aftermath of the crushing slam against Bast. The fellow heavyweight was still reeling from the sick impact, her body no doubt shook to its core from both the slam and the crushing weight of Stone collapsing upon her. Stone looked to take advantage of Bast's downed state, slowly clambering over her whilst she was still grounded. Her massive arm would reach across her temple, her bicep tensing up and hardening, whilst another arm wrapped around one of Bast's, bringing her to sit up. All at once, her arms seemed to grow more, as Bast was arched whilst sitting, with a massive arm cranking and tightening around her head and neck whilst the other bound one of her arms.

It was a brutal looking hold, a seated Dragon Sleeper! Bast's neck and upper body were forced into an awkward arch, her shoulder stretched back as Stone was seated upon one knee. Stick still wore her frown, pacing back and forth with a look of intensity about her. In truth it was the first move she actually approved off, but she would not voice that... Stone was doing this all on her own it seemed. But such a hold would buy her precious energy, slow down the pace. Whether Stone actually knew that or not was another thing, but at least she was opting to expend much less stamina, focusing on bending and slowly trying to break Bast.

With Stone's power, any submission hold was agonising. She was not all that well versed in submissions beyond her finishing move, and even that was basic. It was actually impressive to see the taller heavyweight lock in such a hold. It was not a move any highly skilled submissionist would struggle with, but for Stone this was quite technical. Normally she would just bend or crush, with sleeper holds being a rarity for a woman who preferred to toss her opponents senseless. Even now, she watched as Bast strained and fought against the gruelling hold. Stick was ring wise, and she had already done her research having faced against Bast and her bitch of a manager once already. This would not be enough to end things... but every second Bast spent enduring this crushing and suffocating submission could only be a bonus for her Stone.

If she wasn't so angry with Stone she might have complimented her, simply watching with an unusually quiet presence for the time being.

[BlackAkuma]

Pain. Raw, unfiltered pain coursed through Bast’s body as she writhed on the floor, still reeling from her opponent’s hellacious blow. As strong as she was, as durable as she was, that was still a lot of weight to simply take like that a maddening impact to endure, and she would need time to recover from it truly. With her opponent close at hand, she knew that she wouldn’t be getting that time, and she expected the next attack would be coming soon.

She was correct on that front. What she needed to be corrected about, however, was the nature of the attack. She thought Stone would lift her, hit her with another slam, or put her in some kind of bearhug. As much as she respected this woman, nothing she had done so far spoke to a complicated, detailed moveset.

What she got instead was a dragon sleeper, of all things. It was not the most sophisticated move, but it was still a far cry beyond the traditional Camel Clutches and Boston Crabs that would’ve been expected of women in their weight class. It was a refined move with an unorthodox execution and, most importantly, effective. Bast cried out twice, first from pain and then surprise, as her back arched and her spine was rapidly pushed to its limits.

She had an idea of how to get out of this, hopeless at it seemed, but it would require the proper positioning, and there would be little chance of trying again if it failed. She bided her time for now, knowing the moment would come soon enough.

[thesteedman]

It was a sight to behold, watching two colossal women such as Stone and Bast grappling within the ring. When Bast had wrapped herself around Stone for her sleeper hold, it was like two giant creatures fighting for control, with Bast almost appearing like a giant constrictor looking to fell another great beast. Now the tides had turned, and it was Stone who used her strength to brutal perfection, wrapping a massive arm around Bast's neck whilst her other seized one of her arms. Bast was forced into an awkward position as Stone began to hoist her, driving her body into a compromising position.

Both their forms strained, showing off monstrous abs and powerful builds. Stone gritted her teeth, her face a grimace despite her silence. Stick was her unusual quiet self in this match, simply watching for now, to see just how Stone would fare without her. Thus far it was looking reasonably okay. There was a few questionable things going on, but Stone was doing alright all things considered, fighting with a passion she had never seen before. Stone was never really one for fighting, she just did what Stick said... so it was fascinating to see that desire in her tonight. What was it about Bast that was driving this?!

It was not hate, Stick could see that. Was it respect? Or was it something more. Either way, Stick did a rare thing and decided to stay out of it, at least for now. Her focus remained on the two tussling giants, watching as Stone continued to put unbearable pressure upon Bast's neck and spine. She could not stomach loking across towards Bast's manager, as her expression soured at the mere thought of Cersei.