Bast vs. Stone II - Second Impact

[BlackAkuma]

Striking seemed to be the best way to go with Stick. While she was a living colossus, she was also slow, ponderous, more reliant on her boundless strength and endless stamina. Bast might have been smaller, but she was big enough to hurt this woman with her strikes, and she could land them quick enough to take away the woman’s opportunity to counterattack. She was confident that she would make this giant fall sooner or later if she kept applying pressure. No human in the world was so strong that you couldn't bring them down if you hit them enough time, and Stone would be no exception.

Theoretically, it was a good idea, but that would only carry her so far; in this case, it took her right into Stone’s waiting arms.

Bast’s eyes shot wide open as the woman caught her quickly, lifting her with the ease you would expect from a grown man lifting a baby. While she’d long passed the point of not understanding Stone's strength, it was still staggering to be handled this way, whipped around with frightening power. All she could do was wave her arms about, frantic, as she was brought crashing into the mat.

The entire arena seemed to quiver at the resonating impact, and Bast showed the damage on her face, as her face scrunched up into a rictus of pain. She smacked the mat a couple of times and deflated beneath Stone, her body giving to the bulk.

[thesteedman]

Stone noticeably took a deep breath. As powerful and strong as she was, her energy was not endless, at least not against fellow heavyweights such as Bast. Though Stone made her look like a middleweight in comparison, Bast was still a monstrous woman in her own right. All her weight came from the density of her own marvel of a form, her body clad in muscle from fine tuning and intense training. Despite this, it did not seem to stop Stone from hoisting her up and slamming her as was becoming common place in this match. Stick watched with some dismay, but the crowd were on absolute fire. A combination of Stick being unusually quiet and Stone and Bast essentially going at it with significant strength and prowess. The spots had been seemingly endless between the duo in their rematch!

Stone watched as Bast began to show signs of wear and tear, the slam taking it out of her as she remained down and washed with pain from the Spine Buster. Knowing she could not allow such a dangerous foe to recover, Stone reached down, folding her massive and muscular arms around the powerful and well-toned midriff of the fallen Bast, locking a grip around her waist. In another frightening display of strength, Stone began to lift Bast upwards within her arms, pulling her right up and off her feet, holding her in the air aloft. Her arms slowly began to close tighter around her waist and lower stomach from behind, locking in a rear bearhug!

It was a devastating sight to behold, as Stone's arms seemed to tense and grow, her biceps bulging and her arms visible shaking as they began to compress Bast's core in a crushing embrace. It looked brutal, as Stone visibly had a grimace upon her oddly alluring features, bearing down as she began to squeeze and bearhug her opposition in a standing and lifted rear bearhug hold!

[BlackAkuma]

Cersei had watched her sister in countless fights, take on a wide variety of opponents. While it was true that she didn’t have a flawless record, she won far more than she lost, and she typically did so in dominating fashion. Few could stand up to her raw power, be they man or woman, and once Bast took control - which she tended to do early on - it was nigh impossible to wrest it away from her. She was an overpowering presence, a force of nature in the ring, and few could stand up to it.

That made what she saw all the more horrifying, as Stone proceeded to wrap her arms around Bast, lift her up like a child, and crush her sister in an implacable, unflinching grip. Such things shouldn’t have been possible, and yet, Cersei could see it happening with her own eyes.

Bast could confirm that being in was far less pleasant than watching. She knew Stone was strong, anyone with a functioning eye could see that, but there was a marked difference between seeing her body and feeling its power in action, in having those arms clamp around you. She’d never imagined that such a simple hold could her such harm, but her body told no lies - she could feel her ribs compressing, her innards pushing against each other, her body folding in on itself. Her first instinct was to try and pry at Stone’s hand, force her to loosen the grip, but that hold was ironclad. She would’ve had better luck pulling apart steel bars.

For now, all she could do was struggle, swinging her arms about in a futile attempt to get free, one she knew wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

[thesteedman]

Stick could not help but bang a fist against the top of the turnbuckle watching as Stone locked on her crushing trademark move. The bearhug was the finishing move of Stone after all, though it was usually a frontal variation. It could still end here though, seeing as Bast was in serious trouble, struggling to break free. However, the move was not locked all that ideally, as given the grip upon her waist, she could still breath and as such did not have the same searing pain that came from massive arms closing around the spine. Plus, Bast was fighting... she was not fighting well but she was fighting all the same. That combined with her weight no doubt made things awkward for Stone.

"C'mon... Crush her." Stick whispered under her breath, willing Stone to squeeze the near life out of Bast and be done with this. Of course, if Stone won without her guidance in this match, it could call into question what she was here for in the first place. Though when push came to shove, despite Stick's reputation as being a bully to Stone, she did actually have her interests at heart and wanted her to do well. Still... she could ill afford to drop that look, that would be a sign of weakness, and as such she wore a displeased expression despite willing Stone on to win quietly.

Stone herself grunted, jostling Bast up against her form as she began to writhe and struggle for freedom. As mentioned before, Bast was a woman built of muscle and power, and whilst she found she could hold her... it was becoming increasingly taxing the more Bast struggled against her. It was clear she was not going to be able to squeeze all the fight out of her... and thus.. she did the next best thing. With a great grimace, Stone's arms seemingly grew as they began to close a little tighter around Bast, before she hoisted her upwards, arching her body backwards. The crowd could not help but gasp as they watched Stone perform the slowest and yet most monstrous looking German Suplex upon Bast, planting her near the turnbuckle with devastating effect.

The ring bounced from the impact, a concerning sound coming from the very foundations of the ring as it was tested once more. Stone slowly rose as Bast had barely settled from being near folded in half from the gruesome slam, grasping the turnbuckle to rise to her feet. Her body was glistening by now, as Stick shifted herself to get closer to Stone whilst she was close.
"Finish this... pick her up and squeeze the life out of her properly this time!" Stick yelled out, tapping Stone on her arm.
"Stone?..." Stick then questioned with a frown, seeing as she began to clamber up the turnbuckle.
"What are you doing Stone?! Get... get down from there!" Stick then gasped out with clear concern, as Stone was beginning to climb the turnbuckle, making the crowd rise up to their feet in alarm! Was the massive heavyweight really going up top for an ariel move?! Stick wanted to pull her down as she began to rise upwards, but she did not for fear of putting her off balance. She could only watch in horror, hoping this all did not go wrong! It seemed Stone wanted to end things on her own terms instead of Stick's!

[BlackAkuma]

As the move went on and Bast was constantly crushed, her struggles began to die down. No more swinging arms, no more futile bucking, no spasms. Not because she was losing energy, but because she was conserving it. This match hadn't gone on all that long, but it had already taken an incredible toll, far worse than she would’ve ever anticipated. Neither she nor Stone were designed for these long, grueling matches, better bred for fights that they could end quickly and in decisive fashion. This was already pushing them out of their comfort zone, and the question was who could better survive in the deep waters. Whoever could hold on, she would be the winner.

It was no small task, however, and it was made even more complicated by what came next. Just when it looked like Stone might give up on the effort, she hurled Bast upwards and sent her flying with a monstrous suplex, sending her careering through the air. It was rare for her to be tossed, even rare for her to flung like she was an infant, but that was exactly what she experience as her opponent launched her skyward. Bast came down hard on the back of her head, an impact that left her stunned and gasping, and she wound up rolling all the way to her back.

Aching, hurting, dazed, and dizzied, she lay there for a few moment as she struggled to make sense of her impossible situation. It seemed insane that Stone could hurl her like that, even with her crazy strength, but there was no denying the reality of the situation. What would she do about it, though? That was the question.

She had little time to ponder it, however, as her sister’s shrieking voice brought her back to reality. -up! Get up!” Bast saw Cersei out of the corner of her eye, as she pointed towards the nearby corner. ”Stop her!”

It took Bast a moment to process what she was talking about, but when she did, panic set in. Stone was making her way up the ropes, gearing herself for something truly devastating. It wouldn’t even matter what move she actually went for - anything with that sort of size behind it and that kind of momentum would be deadly. Knowing her time was short, Bast pushed past the pain and rose up, scrambling to the corner and making her way up the ropes with wobbling feet. She planted herself on the bottom ropes and reached up to give Stone a punch to the face, trying to put a stop to her ascent.

[thesteedman]

Bast's strike hit true, but Stone as always was proving to be a significant rock to break. That said, Bast realised all at once that she did not need to hurt her if she wanted her attacks to be effective. The moment her knuckles clashed against Stone's temple, she reeled slightly, not so much rocked by the strike, but caught off balance. By now she was pretty high on the turnbuckle, and Bast's heavy punch rocked Stone's body and nearly made her lose her footing! Sensing the immediate danger, Stone tried to respond by pushing Bast from her perch, looking to put some distance between the two, but even that motion made her heart drop within her chest as the monster of a woman seemed to wobble a little.

"Stone! Get down!" Stick yelled out angrily with wide eyes, but she dared not approach as she would be too close to Bast, and there was no telling how further it would disrupt Stone's current stance upon the turnbuckle. She could only watch as the events unfolded before her very eyes. She had no idea what Stone was playing at, why she made the decision to ascend the turnbuckle. For certain, her mass and weight of muscle would fashion a weapon of absolute devastation on anything she crashed down on... but that was the issue, her weight class. She was certain to hurt herself in the process, and there was high chance that Stone could miss given her sheer lack of experience on the ropes.

Despite all of this, Stone was trying to end Bast on her own terms, and for the first time it was now being revealed why she needed Stick to command her. Though she had held her own, this decision making could prove a critical mistake. Bast siezed it, managing to recover from the crushing suplex, a testament to her own ability and fortitude with this match seemingly not over just yet. She began to strike at Stone, with another hit once again bringing grave concern to Stone's manager as she watched the large woman near falter and fall from the turnbuckle. She could only watch in horror as Stone was left open for a moment, more concerned on keeping her footing then establishing a defence!

[BlackAkuma]

As Bast climbed the ropes to meet Stone, Cersei felt a queer feeling in her gut, something swelling up from the pits, a premonition of things to come. While she trusted her sister’s prowess in the ring, she couldn't help but question the wisdom of getting up there to meet her opponent. It was a risky proposition, to put it mildly. Her sister had many talents, but none of them were in the realm of high-flying. Most of the fights they’d had back home hadn't even been in areas with ropes, let alone turnbuckles that you could scale, so this was uncharted territory, and judging by the way Stick panicked, she wasn’t alone in that regard.

This could not end well.

Bast had similar thoughts, as well, but she pushed them to the back of her head as she moved up to meet her foe, striking away at her while she struggled to keep her balance in the precious position. Stone was waylaid by her blows, but she knew this was a temporary solution, that the Goliath woman would only take so much before she was able to retaliate in kind. To end this match, she needed to hit the woman with something definitive, something strong, a true finisher.

She made her decision in an instant. After a final, stiff shot, Bast reached over and wrapped her arm around Stone’s head, while she draped the big woman’s arm over her shoulder. The audience grew loud with anticipation, knowing what the telltale position meant and where this was going - or, at least where they thought it was. With a mighty, bellowing roar that befitted her namesake, she lifted Stone up, carried her over, and brought her crashing to the center of the ring.

Literally crashing.

The impact was nothing short of calamitous. The moment the two massive bodies hit, an impact shook that rattled the entire arena. The ring beneath them immediately gave way - beams collapsed, moorings snapped loose, the entire structure collapsed all once. The referee was sent flying as the ropes broke apart around and flung to the sides, sending Cersei - and likely Stick, too - screaming for her life as they whirled about. The ring flattened like a pancake, and the resulting sound echoed through stands and could be heard from t least a mile away, to say nothing of the ensuing shrieks from a flabbergasted crowd.

It was absolute chaos, unrestricted mayhem, and there, in the middle of it all, a motionless Bast laid on top of a motionless Stone, the both of them utterly spent.

[thesteedman]

Stick gasped out, still at ringside when the foundations collapsed after the marvel of a sight she just witnessed. The ring seemed to spring upwards before the steel frame decimated under the immense impact. Turnbuckles collapsed the firm ropes sprung loose before falling and sliding from the ring. Part of the frame barely held in one corner, leading the entire structure to list to one side at an awkward angle. Stick was hoisted upwards during the moment of breakdown, losing her footing and falling down and near off entirely. The ring seemed to bounce a bit, and all remained silent.

Until the crowd broke that silence with a massive eruption of approval. Stone and Bast were yet to move, the impact of the suplex seemingly taking both women out after Bast achieved what was probably thought impossible. Against the odds, bearing down and tapping into a strength that was beyond nearly the entire roster of LAW, Bast was able to lift Stone into a near perfect suplex, throwing her and herself all the way down to the centre of the ring. She managed to bear what the ring could not, as in an instant it gave way.

The referee slowly clambered to her feet, looking in total shock as the ring was decimated. Both women remained in the centre as she came to check upon them, whilst the arena was deafening with the amount of commotion coming from the watching crowds. Both women were breathing at the very least, but it was clear the 'Unstoppable' Stone had been stopped! It was clear however that the fight was over, and with the state of the ring, the referee began to motion towards authority figures and the management to call the bell. The wrestling ring was no longer fit for purpose, and as such she was calling an end to the match.

By now Stick was just about getting to her feet, a look of shock upon her features after what she just witnessed. For once she was left speechless, unsure of what to say or what to do! She was afraid to approach, unsure of what condition Stone would be in, or if Bast was still functioning and what she might do given she was able to suplex a giant from the turnbuckle.

[BlackAkuma]

”Samira!”

How long had it been since Cersei uttered her sister’s real name? She couldn't even recall. She wanted her sister to be in the moment as much as possible, to life this life they were constructing in Japan, and that meant cutting off ties with their old one. The new names helped with that. Not only was it harder for someone to track where they truly came from, but it gave them distance. In a way, it was like hitting the reset button on their lives and starting fresh.

But, for whatever reason, all she could think to blurt out was Bast’s old name, her real one, as she came scrambling over the wrecked ring, crawling over to where her sister lay. She’d hurled away when it collapsed and nearly wound up getting flung over the railing. She could only imagine what it was like to be at the epicenter.

”Samira!” She called out again as she scrambled closer. ”Samira, are you-”

”I’m fine.” ‘Fine’ was perhaps an overstatement. She felt like she’d just been hit by a car, albeit one that hadn't been going too fast. She was definitely going to need a day or two before she stopped walking funny, but as near as she could tell, there was nothing permanent to worry about. An ice bath would do wonders.

Could the same be said for Stone, though?

Bast rolled over to her opponent - no, her former opponent’s side and shook her shoulder as Cersei came around, looking over the two of them. ”Stone.” She spoke louder, trying to rouse her back up. The medical staff would be along shortly, she was certain, but she wanted to make sure the woman was okay until then. ”Stone, are you okay?”

[thesteedman]

There was little doubt Stone got the worst of the impact. The giant of a woman lay on her back, her chest rising and falling deeply. Her body was strained, her skin glistening from the long struggle of a match between what could only be described as Kaiju within the LAW. The watching audience in a sold out crowd were all still pumped with adrenaline, cheering out at the top of their voices after witnessing a spot that would be cemented forever as a top highlight when Bast did what many would have argued to be impossible.

Stone was only just regaining her senses. The behemoth of a woman was not certain, but she figured that she might have been knocked unconcious for a few seconds. The world spun despite her remaining stationary, and it was difficult for her to figure out what even happened at first. She had been standing tall upon the turnbuckle, trying to defend herself against a barrage. She recalled Bast trying to grapple her and thinking her somewhat ambitious and foolhardy to attempt to suplex her given her sheer size and weight.

A brief blank...

Now she was on her back, and from the looks of it the ring had collapsed from the awesome impact of two heavyweights crashing down upon it after Bast landed her Superplex from the turnbuckle with near perfection despite what she had to haul. She could hear Bast as nothing more than an echo in her mind at first, before her senses began to focus. Blurs became more defined, the chanting of the crowd began to make sense instead of distant whispers, and all at once Stone realised Bast was checking on her, to see if she was alright.

Never one to talk, Stone managed to lift her arm upwards, her hand forming a thumbs up gesture. It was not really the truth though, Stone was far from okay. She had just been suplexed from a turnbuckle, and as her bearing further came into better focus, so did the agonies and complaints of her body. Her back was raw with stabbing pains and sharp tingles through her muscles. Her head was throbbing with discomfort, and any attempt to move brought significant pain. Her expression gave it away, washed with a grimaced, but her thumbs up remained. Despite the wear and tear of the match and the shape she was in, she tested her arms and legs and felt she could move them.

What was inflicted was not permanant... it was just going to leave her stiff for some days and hurting like hell.
"Get away from her!" Came the familiar bellow of the one they called Stick. The deep red haired manager scrambled across the decimated ring, looking to get between Bast and Stone, glaring at the broad woman and her slender manager with venom in her glare.
"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?! You could have injured... You were getting beat so badly you had to break the ring to weasel out of defeat?!" Stick's shell almost cracked before she quickly corrected herself. It was clear she cared for Stone... but she refused to admit it.