Astra Nova vs Spectre - The Interstellar Antidote?

[Jaystar]

This was a spectacular feeling, really. Yes, it had only been the first round so far... But still! The way the crowds were cheering for the righteous, victorious heroine, the way she got to thank them all and bask in the glory, the way with the announcer was declaring her score in, the words that the commentators were using to compliment her victory... She was getting hungry for more of this!

Of course, in hindsight when watching the match on replay, Astra could question how large degree of those cheers had in fact been directed mainly at the sight of the ebony lipstick on her right buttocks. But for now, she had no idea about any of that!

What she was getting a better idea on was just how beaten, spent and in pain Spectre in fact was. Her yowling, her pure suffering, her exhaustion and her helplessness were very telling, almost to the point where Astra could even start feeling a bit sorry for her opponent... Or if not sorry, perhaps even guilty for how brutal her actions had been. Had she used excessive force? The heroine had to ponder that while she was closing in on the supervillain, examining her condition.

She didn't have to ponder for long though. Spectre herself made the answer abundantly clear. In fact she brutally bit the referee, when the official was merely trying to help her! That was outrageous behavior!!! Who on earth would ever do something like that?!? Damn, the Malevolent Virus had surely earned all of the hate she was getting... And certainly all of the beating that Astra had delivered to her. And especially, all the punishment she was still going to be delivering her!

"Hey! Let her go!" the Interstellar Heroine began voicing out demands as she could see Speck's harrassment of the poor referee reaching even new levels with the way she began straddling her lap, and voicing out threats against official. Unfortunately though, her words her to no effect. Maybe she had to try a bit louder? "I said HEY! Let her GO!" the heroine repeated as she began approaching the villain threateningly - but still too hesitant to take action herself. The worst thing that could happen? Accidentally hitting or kicking the referee! She did not want to risk that...

Finally, Astra's demands seemed to be having an effect though, as the supervillain began finding her feet again, and directing her verbal ire towards the blonde instead. For Astra, that was actually fine... She didn't mind even half as much getting some verbal hate for herself, compared to the physical abuse Spectre was inflicting on the poor official. "If you think I'm such a weakling then, why aren't you targeting me instead, coward?!?" the Interstellar Heroine accused with some genuine venom in her voice, as she was witnessing the villain's heel grinding the referee beneath it. And truth be told, Spectre's following words were in fact spot on... Yes, Astra absolutely wanted to save the referee!

The blonde was almost unleashing herself to act already before the bell would ring to signal the second round to start, but luckily, the redhead decided to call for the next round to get already going herself. The poor referee desperately obliged, causing the bell to ring - and by that time, Astra was already launching herself forward. She knew exactly what she wanted to do now, and crash into Spectre's midsection with a mighty Spear!

It made every sense to keep on attacking the supervillain's belly... It was clearly her kryptonite. Or did villains have their kryptonites? Anyway, now wasn't the time to think about that. If Astra managed to get Spectre crashing to the mat as she should, the blonde heroine would quickly get back up to her two feet again, and start delivering some hard, vicious stomps into the villain's abs, completely in sympathy of what the referee had just been going through!

"This... Is... Payback!"

[Monsy]

The crowd started to swirl.

Vigorous insults could be heard from the front rows and further back. Some picked up into the microphones at the commentary desk, then swept the sound systems to the point it created a feedback loop, with more joining in on shouts, anger, and when Spectre glanced at them — and showed a shit-eating grin to get their tears flowing. She could feel her own eyes start to water with thrill that previous marked by her purple tears, now semi-stained to her face in these melted streaks. War scars. Then in-between the moments from her command to the referee and their pitiful attempt to obey, the Virus spoke, "You know who I think the real coward is??? I think these two-iq rats are! They get SEATS while I do all the REAL work." Speck shouted, showing a full set of teeth, a calm smugness on her brows as the next round sounded.

"And YOU—" She saw Astra running like a bull. Six feet, Five, four feet--. Her face froze. Her jaw tightened and her eyes biggened at the sudden audacity, hitting like a jumpscare and giving little time for thought. Three feet, two feet--. When she first researched, there was almost no sign of this trait before. She was a stumped fighter, easily manipulatable. One could even say: vulnerable and ponderous. Just who the fuck was this elite double replacing the REAL Astra Nova?? Wait, wait--I wasn't—

Ready? Recovered? Use your words, you idiot.

One foot.

"!!!!!!" ( SMACK!! ) A hellish squeal reached across the stadium.

"SPEAR! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!!" The commentators went and the crowds exploded with a sudden cheer.

The Virus's vision flashed in-and-out of black the moment her gut became caved past a certain depth. Her legs, now dead burlap sacs, flung up into the spear as her torso drove to the ground. ( THUMP ) And struck it with violence. Her limbs snapped into the mat above her head, half-folded, palms open and index fingers twitching. For a moment, it looked like her hips were to roll over her face and Astra's shoulder -- but instead unfurled slowly to the mat in a sweaty smack that wobbled the softness on her thighs and buttocks.

Mewling, Spectre's cheek was in the mat again, her back arched as her vision was slowly returning. She skull chrome skulls and bomb remotes floating around her head, making idle grunts. An unsteady feeling arose still. When she peered up with teary eyes, a devastated look, there was Astra—tall and righteous above her, wrathful in her face, beloved by the crowds like no other at this moment. Spectre saw the boot, went white, then was about to spit a word before—

(THWOMP!)

The opening stomp crushing her guts into her back.

"HAAUGHH—!!" Her arms lifted into the air, palms out, with her legs stiffening and coming off the ground just a tad like a squashed bug. Her eyes now gaped like baseballs. The pupils started shifting in the sockets. Her top teeth bit on her lower-lip. "I'm ssss-SO going to T-TEAR Y-YOU—"
( STOMP! )
"APAAARRTT!!" The arms curled in, shaking.
( STOMP! )
"M-MY SPLEEEEEEEENN!!" She squealed at the maximum of her vocal chords. The purple on her gut was spreading at equal rate to her eyes that balled fresh purple tears that streaked down her melting face, crying out with her tongue poking through her lips on every stomp, a wad of spit shooting from the sudden compression. The pain. It was beyond a ten to her current measure, but she -just- couldn't thing string together any coherent thought. Every time she tried, between the stomps doing her in, she started gurgling.

( STOMP! )
"GAAAAACKKKHH!!" She started coughing non-stop. She felt warm all over. Burning hot in a way that arrested the limbs towards rest, lowering the cap on her strength that she tangibly felt both on her gut, head, between her legs, thighs and almost completely in her stomach. Her hand reached out again, disheveled beyond pretty, like she was coming out of the rain with makeup. The sweat on virtually every part of her body adding a greenhouse effect.

"WAIT-W-waiT—Y-YouR fOOt ISssSS ToO—"
( STOMP! )
"FFF-FaAAaaAttTT!!!" Like a spider, she curled her limbs up one more time, then went flat.
( STOMP! )
"... c-cursed m-mother o-of..."
( STOMP! ) ... ( STOMP! )
"... b-bleck."```

[Jaystar]

No one had likely indeed seen Astra Nova behaving quite like this ever before. Not this angry, not this determined, not this vicious. Normally, she prided herself as a virtuous heroine who always played fair, and generally respected her opponents too... But this time, Spectre had indeed earned her special ire.

Not that anyone was particularly surprised by that though. It was a trait that LAW's Malevolent Virus tended to have. But many were probably genuinely surprised by how thoroughly The Interstellar Heroine was now embracing her spot as the one getting the chance to deliver the comeuppance though.

The blonde had just gotten excellent reasons to do that though. And one of the main ones of them was that she was actually feeling a bit guilty now.

Why? Because, in theory, the ref girl's suffering in Spectre's hands was Astra's own fault. She had been the one to call the supervillain out. She had been the reason why the official had needed to step into the ring tonight. And she had been the one who had, perhaps a tad inadvertently, let Spectre to play by her own rules - and when it came to the baddie herself, with no rules at all. If she couldn't be disqualified, she surely had the helpless ref girl completely at her mercy... And technically, it was now Astra's job to look out for her too.

Thus, Astra had every reason to be infuriated. And that fury made itself very evident in the way that Spectre's body found the canvas as a result of the heroine's mighty Spear.

Perhaps the even more tangible evidence of Astra's fury were the stomps that followed though. Against someone else, the heroine might had been content with delivering a couple of them, and certainly willing to hear out anything that her opponent might have had to say. But this time, she granted her enemy none of that. No mercy, no interest in any words... Just simple, vicious, persistent, determined payback delivered.

"You... Don't... Touch... Her... Again!!!" the heroine made the main cause of her ire abundantly clear to the supervillain, that had by now been rendered to just a worm squirming under her feet. "Is that clear?!?" the blonde finally concluded after the final stomp.

She wasn't particularly interested in hearing the villain's answer though. Spectre's belly was already almost as purple as parts of her attire, and clearly rendered weak and helpless once again.... While the heroine was feeling particularly powerful herself now.

With her fat feet and all, perhaps this was a prime opportunity to display some of her strength. The villain didn't seem all that heavy after all...

Reaching for Spectre's arm, Astra started pulling her enemy back up to her feet, providing ample support with her own body though in case the redhead would find difficulty with finding them herself, something that appeared very likely in her current state. But the Interstellar Heroine's only goal was to get her enemy up just long enough to take a good hold around their waist and hips, and then throw them up and down again with a German Suplex!

[Monsy]

( As clear as… The River Thames… In the summer of 1858… )

She could think her answer just barely—but speaking was all hoarse and choked up. Like an obstructed wind instrument, no matter the effort put into it, nothing eeked out. Her stomach was a deflated windbag. A now widespread purple, greek, black and red discolouration on her belly burned, gnawed and throbbed, with hills, indents and shiverings remembering each boot sole, knee and punch thus far. She could painfully recite where the worst feeling came from every strike. Then on another lens, it was like taking repeated knocks to the temple with the pain of low blows.

( J…Just… Nnnneed… Sssssome sp-p-p-pace… )

But Astra gave her absolutely none! Much to the crowd’s delight, pumping their fist.

"When I-I... G-Get h-h-hands on you..." Spectre’s legs clambered, awkwardly shifted and misstepped to take a rather pitiful fast-tracked stance with her rear-end and hips backing into Astra’s body once the arms gripped. Her knees pressed into one. A heel was off the ground with a turned ankle, the other leg bent with a shaking thigh. Astra practically had her deadweight of a hundred pounds, probably less with the sweat she expended. She put both hands on Astra’s arms, trying to pry and get a grip. When that didn’t work, her lower-lip trembled. With only a split-second left, Spectre made one desperate attempt to grab the ropes--but went airborne!

-SPLAT!-

“Baaaaaghh!” The Virus came down on the back of her head, shoulders and neck. The snap and authority which she smacked the canvas made her already loose screws loosen a little more. Her ankles found comfortable places near her ears. A curl in her spine suspended her hips in the air. Both arms flopped out straight, shoulder-height. Then she stared emptily into the lights above, reset in her process to cobble together her senses.

[Jaystar]

Gosh, that felt great!

But which part of it felt the best exactly? Astra wasn't sure of that. It could have been the sound of Spectre's shoulders smacking against the canvas. It could have been how weak the villain had felt in her hands already when setting the move up. It could have been how helpless her feeble resistance turned out to be. It could have been how strong she felt while throwing her opponent up in the air... Or how light the redhead had felt to pick up. It could have been how genuinely she felt like a mighty heroine when pulling off the German Suplex... Or how literally she was feeling like serving some justice here.

Or, perhaps, it had simply been the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Something that Spectre had pumped into them with her devious misdeeds all by herself.

Nevertheless, the sight of the purple and black-clad villainess crumbled on the mat, hapless and spent, curled up in a surely uncomfortable, and frankly, even rather humiliating position served as an exquisite concluding reward for the Interstellar Heroine for her efforts. So much so, that when she had gotten back up to her two feet again, she couldn't resist the urge of pulling off something similar once more.

"Come on, Miss Baddie!" the blonde let out in a rather condescending tone, right as she delivered her boot against Spectre's suspended behind, producing an audible smack and knocking her already rather flopped stance over. Taking a couple of steps forward, the heroine then took hold of the villain's other arm, starting to drag her suffering body back up once again. Wrapping her arms eventually around the redhead's hips, this time the blonde heroine was looking the villainess sternly straight into her eyes, with some previously unforeseen confidence sparking up inside her own.

"I asked... Is that clear?"

Astra's tone was demanding, but she still wasn't keen on waiting for an answer. Her body now full of adrenaline, the heroine was already straining her own legs and body to their limit, and starting to lift the villainess once more up into the air, only to smash her then back down to the mat, this time with a belly-to-belly suplex!

[Monsy]

This fucking hurt worse than her last punch-gun test!!

Spectre felt like her body was boiling. Her face was hot, her belly was scorching and the creases of her leotard, her thighs, her boots all tingled and nipped with sweating beads. Her muscles, to what strength they still flopped around with, were feeling gooey like tar when she tried to move. The crowds hollering praise was overriding her thoughts.

( Shut UP. SHUTUPSHUTUP--QUIET-- )

Though the dissonance between her mind and exact face was like night and day. Her eyes were half-open, her jaw ajar so she was nearly tasting her purple face paint as another tear or sweat bead raced down. She looked like it all melted, though this only gave her face an extremely dishevelled, damaged and exhausted dumb look. An end of a bender typeface, with make-up ruined by ran and she’d been punched out cold by the last bouncer she tried to stumble past. Crumpled.

The girl’s hips only curled over a bit more when kicked, making a slow unceremonious flop to her side where her legs made an audible wet smack. Then she was brought up. Her eyes opened a little further. “H-Hands o-off… m-m-mmm--” Her legs felt like long stumps that didn’t answer to her mental commands, which were even slower than her body, pawing at Astra’s face and breast as she stood. Her legs stayed welded together and shook visibly. Her bodyweight leaned into Astra. She had eyes that looked like she just woke up.

IS. THAT. CLEAR.

“Hm~Hm~... Nnnnnoooo~” Spectre’s head whirled in a dizzy circle. Her breath silenced by Astra’s strong arms clasping around her, reminding her of her bruises, making her breath hitch like her neck was squeezed. When she went up, the virus’s legs kicked up and spread open mid-flight. She crashed with the thunder of the ring and applause from the audience.

“--ooOOOOO!!!-ah-” Spectre’s voice shouted to the heavens when she splatted, but cut off with a girlish squeaky voice crack, becoming silent.

“You see the height she got on that?!” A fan would say.
“Astra is incredible! Even after all her moves and Spectre’s schemes, she’s as strong as ever!”
“Truly Interstellar!”
“Yah!! GO ASTRA!!”

Her gut took another blow it couldn’t handle. Like another clean shot to her jaw with the pain of taking a crowbar between the legs. Her legs spread out, rose, then flopped with a jiggle for the small layer of fat giving it a smooth whole complexion under the sheen. Her arms did similar; spread out in a star while Spectre’s head whiplashed into the mat and she heard only ringing, cheers, and Astra’s heavier breathing which felt so stable compared to her own racing short-breaths.

She stared into the lights, appearing barely conscious but zoned out in her villainous stupor that wouldn’t suggest any intelligence or coherence was remaining. In other words…

Crushed.

[Jaystar]

Sure, this match may not had been all so straightforward so far, but right now, Astra was practically wondering what had been all the hype around Spectre. So, this had been the notorious villainess that had wreaked havoc among the ranks of LAW? This was the villainess that had crushed plenty a babyface, or a jobber, or even other very credible and accomplished wrestlers so far during her time in infecting LAW? This was the almighty and feared villainess, that everyone longed to see getting finally defeated, and her comeuppance served?

Frankly, Astra couldn't believe it. Almost. In the end, she kinda could. Spectre wasn't a big, bad heavyweight. Sure, she was probably evil, devious and mean, but those only got one so far. Especially when they were on their own inside the ring.

And then again, perhaps the Interstellar Heroine was just so mighty after all. Yes, that was the most favored answer, at least to Astra, and thus, perhaps the most unlikely one... But then again, why should she have doubted herself? If anything, all the evidence collected inside this ring tonight pointed towards the direction of the heroine being exactly so mighty, and the villainess just being incapable of defending herself against the hand and power of justice!

OK, perhaps Astra was getting a bit too carried away. These thoughts occurred on a high after a pair of successful power moves. Throwing someone around certainly always brought adrenaline surging through someone's veins - especially when that someone was as slender, and un-power wrestler as Astra.

Which was all the more of a reason to go for a third one now.

Spectre's apparent bleak condition was still an even more major reason for it though. The so-called supervillain was just such an apparent mess, simply reeling from all the hits and punishment she had already taken, that she surely wasn't in a condition to fight back any time soon at all. That had already been clear before the most recent suplex, and if anything, the throw must had exacerbated the redhead's predicament even further.

Besides, Astra wasn't immune to the applause and admiration of the crowds. She wanted to give them more. Even if she was probably soon reaching her own limits here too...

She kinda also wanted to look for them now. As everything had gone so spectacularly so far... How much better could things still even go?

Astra wasn't into spending any more words on Spectre any longer. And she wasn't going to expect the villainess to utter any out either. Based on the stupored state she was in, earning any coherent words out of her would have been a stretch... No. She needed to speak with actions.

Spunkily, Astra got back up once again, and immediately proceeded next to Spectre's downed form... And yanking her arm hard up to pull the villainess back up to her feet once again. It was evidently more easily said than done, based on the already spent condition of the villainess... But the heroine was determined. She needed to get her foe back up still just for a moment longer, just enough to set her up for the next move...

Granted, Astra needed to spend quite a bit of energy just to drag the redhead's weight up. But she did. And what she did next was pulling the villain's head forward and downwards and tucking it between her thighs... And wrapping her arms around her foe's midsection in order to pull it up once again.

And there it was. A Piledriver.

The first Piledriver that Astra Nova had ever pulled off in a match.

But if there was a moment when she wanted to pull her first one off, it was here and now. She wanted to dominate this supervillain. She wanted to make sure that there was no getting back up for her, and an unhindered ability for the mighty heroine to go for a flashy pinfall attempt, to score yet another fall.

Spoiler

[Monsy]

When Spectre was pulled, her torso limped like a puppet. Her arm went high, then her face dipped and hung, a few inches from smacking the canvas between her legs with her nose. It took some adjustments, mainly with her small waist being captured, coiled, then heaved. Her teeth ground, eyelids flickering as she groaned out, consistent and weak. Those arms hurt her bruises. She folded over them like a towel. The blood went to her head, disorienting. Her toes scraped against the floor until they flung up, an ankle each for Astra’s ears, then folded over around the Interstellar Heroine’s shoulders.

“Waaaiitt…” Her voice croaked, sleepy, half-coherent. “Waitt…” She panted.
“Wai-wait...”

Then… !CLUNK! Her skull, with all her weight on-top, SPIKED the mat.
Her eyes bulged wide, staring straight. Her pupils shrunk to dots. Her mouth locked in a frown, stunned and feeling her thoughts rapidly delete from her brain. Her body TIGHTENED. It flinched, twitched, went stiff, arching her back and shooting her boots into the air. Then, like cutting a cord, her facial strings melted into punch-drunk dishevelment. Her small frame teetered to the left, then ragdolled to the floor with skin audibly smacking canvas.

“Sssssss….tra…” She looked up. Six copies of Astra floated east and west of a centred blurry image. Her shadow swallowed her. Then, the same Heroine grabbed her leg and pulled it high. Her chin met her collar. The back of her head against Astra’s hip. Her arms trapped under Astra’s thighs. And her leg was pulled back until the toes pointed at Spectre’s face. The leotard wedgie-d into her hips, now floating off the ground, hips turned, her opposite leg resting straight and spread out nearly nine to three like clock hands. The camera and the crowds were flashed, then broadcasted on the Titantron.

The referee, still acting on Spectre’s wishes, took their sweet time getting down to their knees, then all fours, then to raise their hand, slowly, smacking the mat normally before a long… long reset.

“ONE!”
“ccc-ccursssss-ed… hhhher-hhhheroines.”

A small tremor. And that was all her effort already spent. Her cheek started to rest into Astra’s thigh, a line of spit and smothered lipstick kissing it. But her stare had fizzled into nothing, the eyelids falling down except for a little peek. The crowd would chant a count, completely unaligned to the referee who slowly raised their arm, becoming a sloth by the time it reached the pinnacle and the hand started to drop.

Then eventually…

“TWO!”

And now… For just one more…

[Jaystar]

It was a unique feeling, really. It was a powerful feeling. Very powerful. It was an invincible feeling. There was no stopping her. It was a triumphant feeling. Succeeding like this must had been what wrestling was all about - at its best.

...and it was a little bit exhausting feeling too. But that wasn't important now.

What was important now that Astra Nova had actually pulled off a proper, textbook Piledriver in a wrestling match. And it happened here, in LAW. And it happened against a notorious villain, Spectre. There couldn't, just couldn't have been a better moment for it!

And she was pinning the Malevolent Virus helplessly beneath her. The villainess wasn't going anywhere. She had begged Astra to wait, but Astra hadn't. She tried to let out protests after the hit, but she couldn't. She made all the effort she could, but ended up with her eyelids closing, and cheek resting against the heroine's inner thigh. She was spent. Defeated.

In this moment, Astra wasn't even registering the pace of the referee's counting. Even if she had, she would have cherished it. Cherished this moment. Cherished this feeling. She wanted to prolong it as much as she could, enjoy it for as deeply as she could. Not to mention that the crowds were chanting the count too - misaligned, confused, and wholly unofficially - but that wasn't really a problem for Astra at all.

Besides, even a sloth was perfectly capable of counting Spectre out.

"THREE!!!"

There it was. The second fall. And Astra's mightiest one scored yet.

She had no hurry to release Spectre's leg at all, or get back up any time soon.

...Until she realized the benefits of doing so.

Finally, the villain's leg got released and falling limp to the mat. Astra got back up to her two feet, positioned herself right next to her foe's head, and planted her other foot mightily on top of the masked girl's face.

There it was. The Interstellar Heroine posing triumphantly over the fallen Malevolent Virus. And all the cameras were eating it up. This scene would make many, many a good poster.

Honestly, Astra still wasn't having a hurry in the world. There was more than adequate time for another pose - this time with the boot on Spectre's belly. Villainess conquered. And the referee still wasn't in any hurry to keep things moving...

...Oh, yeah. Right. There was still this one thing left. Astra still had to also clear round three unscathed.

[Monsy]

Spectre's leg had stayed up into the twenty second mark. The referee's counting, doubled by Astra's post-pin taunting, had left the Virus with her legs spread, clothed groin exposed with hips dangling off the mat and shiny lycra. Her hamstring burned. The sight of her leg was burned into her retina as she dumbfoundedly stared at it for what was almost forever. Her limbs still sagged when Astra released. The crowd's chants ached her ears. She had laid out spread eagle and ragdolled, arms still spilled east and west, then her two legs flopped, the top layer of fat jiggling. "assstraaaa...."

Drool, tears, a layer of sweat and foamed spittle was on her face. Astra stomped her foot on it. "Mmmghh--" And all of that was crushed into her dumb-looking, barely-awake, disheveled features. Her nose and mouth were smothered, so she panicked for breath. She tasted Astra's foot unwillingly on her tongue as her mouth had hanged open, getting bits of rock and grime. The rubber, the force, had dazed her, that it shut off resistance, making her body shrivel and twitch as Spectre whimpered.

"assstraaaa..."

Then it came off. Spectre gasped. So much her back arched into the air, presenting a full minefield of bruising that Astra placed her boot on, rendering her flat into the mat. "aaaAAAGHHHhhhh!" Her stomached squished inward, and the foot was postured on something soft and pliable. Spectre felt a headache, on the brink of blacking out. She felt her skull pressure as her eyes bulged, rolled back, her teeth ground and grit. Her hands, too weak to lift, twitched. Her legs shuddered on the spot.

She squealed, then choked. She broke into tears, into more leaking paint, into more of what came before. Her black lower lip trembled and she started whining like a puppy, being cheered by the fans as she rolled her head back onto her crown and gurgled.

"Ssssstraaaaaa...rhhh-hh.."