The beasts of burden- Gore Galore vs The Jaeger Sisters!

[Arjuna]

Cynthia was adamant in rescuing her sister from her current predicament, going straight to Dread in her effort to tackle her down with a spear. Unfortunately for her, the other woman from the other team saw her coming, and she went into the ring and almost in an instant, she plowed the incoming pinkette with a devastating lariat.

"PAUGHHH!!!"

Cynthia ended up flipping in the air just like her sister a while ago, and she then crashed into the mat in an undignified heap, with her butt sticking up in the air. Her body twitched as her mind unable to register the attack that just hit her. Her attempt to save her sister was foiled, and now the two of them were in severe danger.

As for Bethany, she was still under the mercy of Dread, who then proceeded to hit her with a headbutt! "NGHUUH!!!" The hit severely rattled her, and she was unable to stop her opponent from putting her into a side headlock. At the moment, both sisters were unable to do anything as they were under the mercy of the merciless tag team.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the colossal islander smashed into Cynthia with the unmitigated force of a runaway freight train, Moa clasped a handful of her hair while dragging her back to her feet, refusing to allow the woman a solitary second of respite.* "Your defeat shall serve a much greater purpose for our cause; do not fret, little one, as I intend to make your beating as quick and painless as possible." *She guaranteed her; however, her countenance spoke volumes about the true intentions that she concealed.*

"Dread!" *Her terrifying voice shook the stadium, causing the audience to gasp in collective horror.* "We have squandered enough time on these two. It's time to finish this skirmish." *Snagging Cynthia's arm, Moa propped up the nearly lifeless body in her muscular arms, deliberately aiming her forward while waiting for her cohort to do the same. Once properly prepared, Moa would promptly swing Cynthia forward, smashing her against the other half of her team for a massive collision in the center of the arena!*

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[Armada]

Bethany was all but a dead girl walking. After taking a nasty headbutt straight on to the dome, the poor girl looked like a slobbering mess. She hardly even put up a fight as Dread wrapped her up in a headlock to keep her contained while the massive leader of the terrifying tag team finished beating on the pink haired sibling. Once Moa had her quarry in hand, there was very little she could do about it. Speaking from first hand experience, Dread knew that Moa’s grip was near inescapable when she managed to find a decent hold on her enemy. It was akin to being fastened with steel chains, not unlike the ones Dread wore herself.

Moa seemed to be finished with the tag team opponents already, and while Dread was never one for showing mercy towards Moa’s enemies, she had to concede that the two sisters hardly looked as though they could continue any sort of fight in their current condition. Nothing Dread would complain about, truthfully. A fast and quick bout would show the entirety of LAW that Moa was serious about her rise to power.

So, as Moa commanded, Dread lined up Bethany with her dear sister and, like a medieval catapult, launched the woman into a direct crash with her dearest sibling. It was amusing to see them about to collide with their droopy and dumbfounded expressions still on their face. Truthfully, Dread was curiously wondering if Bethany would be flattened by her sister, given that Moa had much more force and power then the masked woman did. Would Bethany be overtaken by her sister? Or would they crash and burn together in a silly heap? Dread’s cold eyes never looked away, happy to take it all in.

[Arjuna]

It was truly a nightmare for both sisters as they were easily beaten up by their opponents. Bethany was in no shape to fight back, with a silly look adorning her face and a tongue lolling out of her mouth. As for Cynthia, the lariat earlier seemed to have taken a huge chunk of her fight in her, leaving her extremely weakened and vulnerable before their enemies. Both sisters were easily picked up by both Moa and Dread, and they seemed to have a plan in store for them.

With Moa holding Cynthia and Dread holding Bethany, they dragged her closer to the center before they pushed both sisters towards each other, and they ended up colliding into each other. There was no telling who gave them the the stronger push, but in the end, Bethany ended up falling on top of Cynthia. It looked like Bethany was in such a terrible shape that her body twitched as she was laid out on top of her sister, her silly look still remaining on her face.

"Guehhhh..."

"Auhhhh..."

Even for Cynthia, she didn't look like she had enough strength left in her. Both of them were unable to fight back any longer, and it was up to the other team to decide on how to end this farce of a match.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the worthless sisters collided into one another with a sonorous* "WHACK!" *That sent a shockwave of unfettered horror throughout the arena, Moa seemed adequately satisfied with how things unfurled this evening. She had anticipated a one-sided thrashing, of course, but the unprecedented level in which both herself and Dreas had executed was utterly flawless in every sense of the word. However, just being sated would not do, and before long, Moa had approached Bethany, looming her colossal figure overtop of her.*

"It is time, Dread." *Though she spoke little, Moa's voice was always booming enough to demand attention. The gargantuan islander rolled her target onto her stomach, before subsequently propping her skyward while planting her bare feet into the linchpins of her legs for a Romero hold. This, however, was only part of her overall plan, as Dread herself was the missing piece to complete it.*

"We have squandered enough time with these inferior specimens. Let us send this one into oblivion~" *Her maliciously sweet voice beckoned Dread to come hither, eager for her better half to indulge in what would be their final maneuver for the evening!*

[Armada]

The shockwaves of Moa’s voice was like that of a lion’s roar. The weak willed or the shy trembled at even the smallest syllable that left the titan’s vocal chords, sending small shockwaves throughout the crowd as Moa seemed to desire the coup de grace for their downed enemies. With even a simple grunt, it felt as though the world was cowering at her feet, with only her loyal servant standing with her to obey her commands.

Moa would easily fold poor Bethany into a painful Romero hold, stretching the poor woman at the joints of both Bethany’s arms and legs. The brunette was like a trophy on display, hanging up in the air, helpless as any broken fighter might be. The hold was already painful enough by itself, but Moa quickly ordered her masked stooge to come over and assist her. Bethany was already broken...this was simply overkill.

Dread did not hesitate against her master’s orders. She walked on past Bethany’s dear sister, only stopping long enough to swing her foot across Cynthia’s ribs. A simple attack to ensure that the pink haired girl would not interfere with her master’s dark hearted plan. When she was sure that Cynthia would not interfere, the masked woman would walk towards Bethany’s head and easily snake and arm around her throat.

While Moa twisted her limbs, Dread squeezed her windpipe shut! Suffocation and submissive torture all at once in a brutal display of cruelty and merciless anguish! Bethany couldn’t even scream after a certain point, her lungs robbed of oxygen as her tormentors continued to play with her limp body like putty in their hands!

[Arjuna]

Both Bethany and Cynthia were unable to continue fighting, the beatings that they had taken from the other team being too much for them to handle. And Bethany was in a much worse condition, barely conscious at this point. Cynthia whimpered, hoping that she could at least push herself back up, even if the chance of them winning was getting slimmer by each passing second.

And then, both Moa and Dread decided to put an end to this match as Bethany was then placed onto her stomach before she was hoisted up into a ceiling hold, a Romero Special by Moa. As for Cynthia, she took a kick at her side by Dread, and she cried out in pain before she slumped against the mat before Dread went to complete the set up for their double team move, which was a combination of Romero Special and dragon sleeper.

Bethany had her head wrapped under Dread's arm while her body was held up by Moa. Due to her current condition, she was unable to fight back, and she could only afford to weakly struggle. Soon after that, she began to slow down in her struggling, with her eyes rolling into her head and lips parted open. It seemed that the hold had knocked Bethany out.

With that, the match ended with complete and dominant victory of Gore Galore, with Jaeger Sisters unable to do anything against their opponents. Cynthia whimpered as she remained on the mat, helpless to do anything to help her sister, who was now unconscious while still trapped in the vicious hold that both Moa and Dread had subjected her into.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the tandem offense of both Moa and Dread quickly proved to be too much for Bethany to handle, her once energetic movements had been reduced to a slumbering, unconscious state. Responding with a confident yet slightly disappointed visage, Moa eventually relented, dropping her prey against the canvas with a sonorous* "Thunk!" *That was subsequently followed by the clanging of the victory bell.* "Ding ding ding! Your winners tonight are Gore Galore!" *The gargantuan hawaiian was overall pleased with the results, rolling herself sideways before rising to her feet.*

"Precisely what I expected." *The leviathan stated, approaching the edge of the ropes before gesturing to be given a microphone. He requested was eventually granted, Moa snatching it up immediately before returning to the center of the ring.* "These two were nothing but a trifling nuisance for myself and my partner, nothing more!" *She began, a furious rage burning in her eyes.* "I hardly broke a solitary sweat. There is but one thing that I desire~"

*Deliberately remaining silent for a moment, Moa peered around the capacity crowd to see if anyone could guess what she was alluding to.* "My insatiable appetite for battle demands that the previous loss I suffered be rectified!" *Glancing towards her partner, Moa gestured for her to follow as she exited the ring before stopping near the edge of the apron.* "Kat! Lauren! Reveal yourselves, or be forever branded as cowards in the eyes of Gore Galore!"

[Armada]

With the sound of the bell signalling Gore Galore’s victory, the terrible duo finally released their quarry. Bethany Jaeger fell to the floor in a heap. Moa would accept the victory as the referee walked up and raised her powerful arm into the air, a sea of jeers and insults echoing off the walls as the arena filled the voices of a hundred sad and enraged audience members. The pleased smile on Moa’s face as she glanced at the broken opponents at her feet drowned out every insult that was thrown her way. The titan was the tallest, most imposing figure in the ring...as it always should be.

Dread allowed herself to smile as her master basked in the spotlight. With a simple gesture, Moa was brought a microphone like a deity would receive her staff. Moa’s intimidating voice quelled the angry crowd as though they were simply a herd of sheep! As Moa spoke about the ease of bringing down the jaeger sisters, Dread took it upon herself to clean the ring of such filth. Seeing as the two sisters were already disposed, It was easy to drag them both over to the side of the ring and kick them out onto the hard, concrete floor. Once the two sisters were out of the picture, the living shadow would take her place beside her master. While Moa’s rage burned into her word’s like a fiery inferno, Dread’s cold glare was closer to a freezing blade. All that the masked woman needed to hear was the names of those dreaded women that dared to stand in her master’s way.

Moa dared Kat and Lauren to come out and face them! To save this league from falling into the pair’s glorious darkness. Truth be told, Dread didn’t think that these two would have the nerve to show their faces. Lauren got lucky last time, and Kat was a coward! The living nightmare had no respect for them...but would happily accept the order to initiate her own offensive capabilities against them, should Moa order her to do so.

So let them come, if they dare. Should they arrive, it would be them who would fall.

This time would be different from last time! This time, Gore Galore will win!

[Highfly]

They didn't have to wait long for Lauren to come out. She was in her wrestling attire as she began to strut her way down the ramp glaring at Moa. She shook her head and stood at the base of the ramp with her hands on her hips before she looked over at the side motioning for a mic. A worker tossed her one and Lauren smiled as she raised it up to talk.

"Moa are you still stomping around like an overgrown baby because you lost? Get over it, and get over yourself. Stop acting like a child and woman up to own what you do in the ring. If you want me to toss your big ass around again then I am up for that too just don't have a temper tantrum when I beat you again." Lauren said with a smile as she stood with her arms crossed looking up at the tag team in the ring. She knew Kat was going to be right behind her.