Large and in charge- Moa vs {D} Seri!

[SubtleRoar]

*As her weary body continued to linger on the cusp of total prostration, Seri had somehow managed to summon a powerful second wind, one that would manifest into a whirling maelstrom of unfathomable strength to guide her onwards to victory. Almost as if she had just felt a spark begin to flicker deep within her exhausted form, Moa glanced downwards and caught a fading glimpse of her adversary, who seemed just as breathless as she did, before she executed the fatal blow which sent Moa reeling in anguish!*

"GGAARRRH!" *Was the plaintive screech that echoed throughout the arena, The Massive Hawaiian's hulking physique was sent colliding with the reinforced mahogany, causing a catastrophically thunderous* "THWACK!" *To reverberate across every corner of the packed coliseum. The crowd instantaneously erupted into an uncontrollable frenzy from having witnessed such an uncanny display of tenacity by the diminutive Seri, but as for Moa, she had been introduced to an entirely new world of unimaginable pain. It was times like these that she would call upon her ancestors for assistance, to try and help pull her debilitated body out of the encroaching maw of defeat. However, it seemed as though this time, they had turned their backs on her.*

"ONE..." *And before she knew it, the moderator began his official count. It would only take Moa a sliver of her unprecedented strength to escape from such a feeble attempted at pinning her, and under typical circumstances, she was more than capable of generating such easily conjured energy. Unfortunately, she wouldn't exactly consider her excruciatingly agonizing situation typical, not by any stretch of the imagination- She was writhing in a puddle of her own hubris, and she had nobody to blame but herself for the dire circumstances she currently found herself in.*

"TWO..." *Time continued to march forward, slowly beginning to leave Moa in the dust. Perhaps this was the perfect metaphor- Seri, the brash up and comer with everything to prove taking down someone as humungous and experienced as the terrifying titaness. Maybe Moa's fate was predetermined to lead up to this exact point, a clandestine encounter that she had no prior, preconceived notion of until today. Whatever the case may be, she knew one thing was certain- Only divine intervention would prove helpful in rescuing her.*

[FinyBoy]

"THREE!"

DING! DING! DING!

At last, the bell rang and Seri had somehow managed to pin Moa to win the match. The crowd gave her a standing ovation as her theme music began playing from the speakers. They chanted her name over and over, heralding their hero of the match. As Seri continued to lay over her broken opponent, she felt a soft sense of jubilee at the thought that she had come out victorious. She relished in her win will all that she could. The ref even came over the wreckage just to raise her hand.

Today, David had slain Goliath. It was a triumph that no one had claimed up until this point. Moa had been undefeated thus far in LAW, but tonight, that changed. Even though Moa talked a lot of smack throughout the match, she had earned Seri's respect as a wrestler. Seri might have been the better wrestler tonight, but the Hulking Hawaiian put her through one hell of a match to prove it.

Unfortunately, Seri had officially lost the will to do anything at this point. She used up every amount of energy fighting, and now couldn't even get off of Moa by herself. She was just going to have to wait until the medical team could arrive so they could peel her off of the big girl. For now, it was time to rest. Despite the fact that she was a hulking monster, Moa made for a pretty nice pillow. Seri began to drift off to sleep, as she saw a shadowy figure running towards the ring...

[Armada]

The woman watched the match with clear focus, taking note of every strike thrown, every attack blocked, and the technique of both fighters right down to how they moved. No one could see her as she sat perched atop one of the steel rafters above the crowd. As the battle continued, she had grown a favorite, one she desired to win the most out of the two. Moa seemed to exude a pride and strength few ever had before, especially upon digging into her background. Moa had all but been ostracized from her home, cut off from ay friends and family. She was in an alien land, yet still had the guts and strength to smile as wide as she did, Boast as much as she did. Though Siri had shown determination, the shadow above could see she was fettered with no such emotional baggage, and so, the woman silently hoped for the match to lean in the giants favor.

But, as time passed, the fight slowly left the giant. All the way up until she was smashed through a table and left completely helpless. The shadow only stared down at the ring floor as Siri slowly dragged herself atop the mountain of muscles and flash that was her foe. And as the count started, the rage that had begun to simmer inside the hidden persona’s heart began to catch flames, and soon she was gone. No longer sitting idly by, but cutting through the darkness to get back down to the floor below.

“THREE!”

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd had erupted into cheers for the defeat of the Hawaiian giant. They cheered and praised the name of Siri, the girl who fought against the odds and came out on top. After giving it her all, she had achieved the victory she so desperately wanted and humbled the once unbeatable force of nature that resided in LAW. On her debut no less. Truly, Siri was one who many believed deserved every ounce of praise for the miracle she was able to create that day.

All except one.

As quick as a falling blade, the shadow descended down the ramp, cutting right past the audience and going unnoticed all the way up until she jumped over the ropes and landed softly, with practiced grace. Most of the crowd would become docile and quiet at the sight of this newcomer, who’s entire costume seemed cruel and hellish in design.

Her limbs were wrapped in chains and bloody ribbons, which rattled around slightly as she moved. Each chain ended with a human skull, clipped to her arms as if they were trophies on display, as were multiple vials of blood that were draped around her thighs. Finally, her face was hidden behind a cracked black mask, that seemed to have the devil’s horns protrude from her skull. While many would say she was prettier than any devil they had heard of, few could say she did not have the aura of such a demonic spirit.

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The crowd slowly grew silent as the newcomer straightened up to her full height, walking over towards the two fall fighters with a casually pace.

“Hey! The match is over. You can’t be here-“

No sooner had the referee stood in her way then the shadow’s hand shot out and snagged onto the woman’s striped shirt and tossed her to the side. The referee tripped over her own legs, and collapsed onto the floor without so much as a sound. Which left an open path towards the shadow’s destination. When she finally gotten to the two of them, the rage inside her had begun to reach its apex. Siri had taken to lay atop of Moa, going so far as too use her like a seat of furniture. It was an absolute disgrace, and yet the giant simply laid there. The masked woman’s eyes glared down at the two bodies with a sharp, vengeful stare.

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”Get off of her.”

The woman reached down and snagged a handful of Siri’s hair. Mercilessly, she pulled the weakened woman up off the floor, holding her just a bit so she could keep her from falling back down. Siri was so weak, she felt like she weighed little more then a heavy trash bag. The masked woman held Siri by her hair for a few minutes, giving it a nice sharp tug every few seconds to wake the girl up. As soon as Siri began to stir, the shadow would SLAM her knee into her victims’ stomach! if it worked, Siri would practically be impaled on the knee, as the newcomer let her foe’s form be draped over her limp for a moment before letting her fall to the floor. The demon’s eyes glared at Siri for but a passing moment before turning towards the mountain herself.

The skull studded shoe would rise, then descend on Moa’s chest with a decent amount of force. Enough so that the pile of muscle would understand someone was standing on top of her.

“Hey, Moa. Get up. We aren’t finished with her. Get up and show this pipsqueak who the real queen of LAW is.”

The masked woman’s tone had a bit less malice in her voice as she spoke to Moa, and should the islander begin to stir, she would relinquish her foot from her chest and help the giant woman stand.

[FinyBoy]

Seri began drifting off to sleep. She had won her match, and was satisfied with hearing her name being called for the victory. She heard the fans cheering for her and her music playing. She needed nothing more, other than to rest. She got ready to dream a happy dream for once. But that never came.

Seri had no idea how long had passed since she fell asleep, but it felt like only a second before a white-hot pain shot through her scalp. She didn't understand why this was happening, or who could possibly be the cause of all this pain. In her time since coming to LAW, she made no enemies (or friends). She talked to nobody, insulted nobody, and until this match, had hurt nobody. So why was this happening to her now? She screamed in pain. Her raspy, ugly voice screeched out across the arena, causing most of the people in attendance to flinch and cover their ears: "AAAAAAHHHHH!"

She slowly began to open her eyes, which felt like they were being weighed down by lead at this point, to look at her attacker. Through her pain-stricken vision, she saw a demon girl, black as the night, a natural enemy of the sun. Never had she seen such a woman in her life before. As the dark woman continued to hold her by the hair and the pain was already beginning to reach an unbearable beak, Seri began to try and swat away the girls arm. However, she was so weak, she may as well have been trying to give the girl an arm massage.

Soon, things would get worse. The demon girl would send a sharp knee directly into Seri's stomach! "POOFAH!" she let out as she was impaled by the knee. She limply slumped over the girl's knee, unmoving and barely breathing, before being dropped onto the canvas. Luckily, she hadn't eaten anything yet, or this could have been even uglier than it already was.

Seri laid motionless on the canvas, clutching her stomach with one hand and her head with the other. Tears formed in her eyes, as many questions started racing through her mind. Why? What could I have possibly done to deserve this? Am I really that unwelcome? Is being a poor girl from the slums of China really such a nasty thing? These were questions she could not answer, and she probably wouldn't be able to for the time being. For what was about to happen next would be far worse than anything she could possibly imagine...

[SubtleRoar]

*While her physical lethargy had only worsened after hearing the enormous crowd vigorously applaud their diminutive hero, she heard a significant drop in tone and an impromptu, anguished scream from her adversary only seconds after. Slightly opening her eyes to try and catch a glimpse of her enigmatic savior. However, before she had the opportunity to recognize the full extent of the situation, she felt a forceful stomp slam against the midsection of her gargantuan frame, causing her to be resuscitated almost instantly from the sensation!*

"GUHOOOF!" *The leviathan coughed, realizing that she had potentially overexerted herself due to the degree of anguish she felt from the powerful boot to her body. Perhaps she was extremely injured, or could someone so diminutive produce such ungodly strength? More intrigued now than ever, Moa turned to face what had to be a mountain of a woman, only to find a disappointingly short ram towering above her. Before she could conjure up a response, however, the voice that escaped the mysterious woman's lips sounded oddly familiar.*

"W..wait..are...you...?" *Since their previous skirmish was so recent, Moa almost instantaneously recognized the figure's presence. It was none other than Kaede of all people, and she had evidently dawned an entirely new persona for this occasion. Her eyes immediately perked up from this epiphany, causing Moa's energy to gradually refuel her withered physique before sending the intimidating force above her an appreciative grin.* "You are a godsend, stranger. I owe you not only my eternal gratitude, but perhaps something more once we are finished here."

*Still struggling to come to terms with this unusual turn of events, Moa decided to ride this pendulum swing of momentum and shoot her right arm upwards to try and recuperate as quickly as she possibly could. While continuing to try and recover, she was beginning to formulate a vast multitude of devastating moves that she hoped her newfound partner would aid her in executing.* "If you would be so kind, I am in need of your assistance." *Moa glanced at her outstretched arm.* "And once I have repleted my energy, I believe a thorough lesson in pain is necessary for this degenerate. Wouldn't you agree?"

*Grasping the diminutive aggressor's arm for leverage, Moa pulled herself upwards before finally returning to her natural, humungous stature, promptly dusting herself off before getting back into an offensive position.* "I' can go low, you can go high. How does that sound?" *She casually offered her new compatriot, sizing up her immobilized target while waiting with bated breath as she ruminated on what her first form of retribution was going to be.*

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[CaptainL]

Ever since the masked woman had made her appearance, every eye in the arena had been focused on the action in the ring. The whole crowd was rapt in anticipation - or perhaps fear would be a more appropriate term - for what would befall Seri next, now that Moa had regained her stamina and looked ready to join this new arrival in securing payback for her defeat.

And with everyone's attention thus averted, they would hardly notice the entrance of yet a third woman in the ring, until she had already hopped up through the ropes and walked closer to take her place opposite of the horned girl. Even if she had only made her debut match in LAW not long ago, the green-haired figure had already become a recognizable face for her ruthless and unpredictable demeanor. Viper Hoshiwara was someone no one was sure of the agenda of, but wherever she went, people tended to get hurt. But what was her purpose here, everyone wondered? Had she come to Seri's aid?

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Even with Moa setting up her next move with her new partner, Viper didn't seem particularly bothered one way or another, as she fixed her gaze across the ring at the masked girl, resting casually against the ropes as though she viewed even such a brutal beatdown with complete and utter apathy. But it was soon evident that she had a stake in this situation after all, as she reached down and withdrew a switchblade from her boot, bringing it back up before unfolding it with a flick of her wrist. "Fine, I'm here. There a problem?" she muttered nonchalantly.

[FinyBoy]

Battered and bruised beyond belief, Seri was curled up in a ball on the the canvas. She wanted to go home more than anything right now. This was unfair! This was uncalled for! Why was this happening? Shouldn't these people get fired for doing this? No, please, just go away!

The Chinese-American girl just wanted to leave, but her body told her no. Actually, her body told her absolutely nothing. It couldn't even give her a response. She was at the mercy of her attackers, and her situation was looking increasingly dire.

She heard her gloating opponent being awakened, and the names she was being called. Any shred of respect she had for Moa that was built up during the match was completely gone. No matter how fiercely you fight, if you treat your opponent like that, then you aren't a real wrestler at all. You are just a coward. She had no energy or desire to say that though.

The crowd sent a wave of boos towards the two antagonists towards the two bullies, but got a small twinge of hope when Viper came in to the ring. That was quickly put out as it became clear the newcomer wasn't here to help Seri out. The boos increase two-fold as Viper made her intentions known, but immediately fell silent when she pulled out her switchblade. Scared for the safety of the downed girl, the crowd waited with baited breath, many calling for someone to go an help Seri.

As for our hero, she thought she was in trouble, but she had no idea about the hell she was about to experience.

[SubtleRoar]

*Once her final companion had made her long awaited entrance into the fold, Moa couldn't resist the urge to give both of them a light punch against their shoulders, and while it may have been customary to reduce the level of power behind it, The Hawaiian Hulk refused to acknowledge that portion and put a decent amount of force into her motion.* "It is so good to finally have you at our side, Snake. As you can see, Dread has done an exquisite job of decimating our prey. However, you are still playing an integral role in this monumental event." *She maintained eye contact with the immobilized woman, her sadistic grin continuing to emanate for the jeering crowd to behold.*

"Snake!" *She commanded with the booming voice of a thunderstorm.* "Grab her left arm. Dread, her right. We're going to introduce her to our favorite move before we leave this pathetic specimen to reconsider her career path." *Moa gave each of her partners a baleful glare followed up by a stern nod, making damn sure that they each understood their parts before bending down and scooping up Seri's legs.*

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"Hmhm, even when the vast majority of my energy has left me, it's as if she is as light as a feather." *Moa pondered for a brief second, wondering if it was, indeed, her own alien strength that allowed her to carry the deadweight in her hands so effortlessly, or maybe she had started to regain just a sliver of her diminished vigor. Whatever the case may be, she had reached her destination- The corner post.*

*Turning to face the distraught audience, Moa began her quick ascent up to the top turnbuckle for one of her most favorite wrestling moves- The bonzai drop. However, not only was she about to fall from several feet above her downed foe, but her allies had something just as nefarious in store for Seri as well, only serving to augment the inevitable demise of their prey!*

[Armada]

Dread was a bit too busy to notice Vipers rather subtle entrance. It was no easy task helping a mountain back up on its feet, especially one who had just gone through a monumental battle that seemed to take everything the two fighters had. Still, even the masked thug noticed the cries of crowd dying down a bit, then reigniting with an unbelievable fury. Curious as to what the cause of such a reaction was, she tossed a glance over her shoulder just in time to see the Viper slither into the ring without so much as a care for what was going on.

The masked woman, who dubbed herself as Dread, finally let Moa stand on her own two feet as the islander excitedly greeted the snake eyed sadist. Despite the chummy nature between the two, Dread eyed Viper with a hint of suspicion. Both of them seemed to stare at the other, and when Moa was finished greeting the newcomer, Dread simply huffed, a small scowl cracking across her face.

“You’re late Viper.”

After a brief stare down, Dread would look down at their victim, a look of displeasure stained on her face as Siri writhed on the floor, practically in tears. There hardly seemed to be a shred of mercy in the entire group for the poor girl, and the arena filled with insults from the audience. Dread took little notice of the cruelties thrown at her in particular. Instead, the jeers were drowned out by Moa’s booming commands, the giant giving each of her partners a quick glare and nod to insure they knew what to do.

As ordered, Dread snagged ahold of Siri’s right arm, and helped drag her over towards the corner post Moa was leading them to. It was like hauling a stuck big, one that kept whining and crying. Once they had finally made it to their destination, Moa began her ascent up the corner post like King Kong climbing the Empire state building, meanwhile Dread flashed Viper a sideways glance.

Without hesitation, the shadow stalker jumped up onto the top rope, landing silently atop the thin and bouncy padded wire and quickly gaining balance atop of it. It was an impressive display of balance and skill. Dread cast a competitive smirk towards viper, daring her to one up her. Until then, Dread waited patiently for Moa’s signal to finish off the pest below once and for all!

[CaptainL]

Hearing Dread chide her, Viper merely shrugged her shoulders, the words not phasing her in the slightest one way or another. She had only a few words to say in response, and they would come in her usual terse fashion. "I show up when I want to show up," she muttered. Despite her ever-present nonchalance, Viper was quick to get into position at Moa's word, and her true intentions would soon be revealed, as she wasn't there to help Seri after all. Rather, she would only join in dishing out more torment to the unfortunate girl. The sobbing coming from Seri garnered only a blank stare from her, as she kicked the toe of her boot into her ribs in an effort to shut her up. But soon enough, she was hauling Seri along, following Dread's lead as she moved her by the left arm towards the post.

Even when Dread smirked back her way, Viper would only meet her with a stare, her eyes half-lidded and expressionless. She let out a huff and mumbled something inarticulate under her breath, but she too was ready for the signal whenever, as she stood on the ropes, feeling its spring under her feet. From where she held onto Seri's arm, she gave it a good crank, just to make sure the experience wouldn't be any more pleasant.