Barnyard Barbeque Brawl! Jess vs Bast!

[SubtleRoar]

*Sensing that she was beginning to slip into her abyss of insatiable lust, Jess gnashed and grated her teeth together to try and assuage the unpleasant tremors rippling across the vast majority of her massive figure!* "Aaahh...ain't..g..givin...in..just yet..!!!" *As her toes curled from deep within her boots, the buxom bovine's legendary tenacity was on full display as she refused the urge to submit despite the extreme misery she was being forcefully exposed to!*

*However, just as she was on the verge of uttering the magic words, Bast decided to abandon her torturous hold for something much more devastating- Once she felt the sudden shift in her position, the perceptive southerner swung herself sideways, forcing every inch of her body to cooperate as her thighs coiled around the burly bombshells throat!*

"H..hold still, cuz yer about to go fer a ride!" *She exclaimed, swinging her entire lower body backwards in one, fluid motion to try and fling Bast across the ring with a massive hurricarana, proving not only to herself but to any potential doubters that she wasn't a one trick pony, but a wild, untamable mustang capable of more than just lewd maneuvers to claim a victory!*

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[BlackAkuma]

Bast suspected that Jessie wasn’t about to give up, getting a good feel for the sort of woman she was dealing with. It was just an annoying fact that some wrestlers were too stubborn for their own good - for everyone opponent that knew when it was a good time to throw in the towel, she would encounter five that would hold on past any and all reason, wanting to show that do or die attitude that was so common in the sport.

If this was a match for a belt or something substantial, she could understand it. But for a random match with no real stakes? Needless.

It hardly mattered, in the end - if she wouldn’t give up, Bast would just pin her, and she was well on her way to doing just that as she swung the hefty woman up and prepared for the plunge. A solid idea, but one that wound up falling short when her opponent clamped her thighs around her neck. Even Bast knew what was coming at that point, but it was far too late to do anything about it.

She was sent head-over-heels as the hurricanrana caught her, lifting up off her feet and forcing her into a hard roll to the ropes. She bounced up after a couple of tumbles and rose to her knees, but that was as far as she was able to get with the world spinning like this, leaving her discombobulated and aloof.

[SubtleRoar]

*For years, Jess questioned why she competed- She had a well established steak enterprise that would allow her to live comfortably for the rest of her days, and even if that went under, The Gem's Haven was flourishing in terms of business, and all of this eventually begged the question as to why she continued to put herself in constant peril and physical harm, and as she hooked her legs across the mammoth monster's throat before sending her head over heels towards the ground, it become abundantly transparent as to why- The rush.*

"Yah alright darlin?" *A tidal wave of endorphins drowned out any and all hesitation she had with her next action- Raising her fist towards the sky as a testament to her devotion to this ineffable feeling of purpose, of meaning, when she stepped between the ropes.* "Cuz that's just the beginning of our little interaction~" *Taking a second to compose herself, the ginger giantess guided her hand towards the turnbuckle, standing to all of her impressive height before ambling towards the downed beast.*

*Eventually reaching her destination, Jess elevated her boot high towards the ceiling, allowing it to hover over Bast's chiseled abs before thrusting it downward, trampling her stomach with a colossal chest stomp to force every ounce of air out of her lungs!* "And I call this the stampede stomp! What do ya think?" *Her southern sultriness having never left her voice, Jess twisted her boot to accentuate her point, all the while the audience roared in elation from the spectacle of it all!*

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[BlackAkuma]

Head spinning, world flying, stomach heaving - no, Bast was not, by any definition, ‘alright’. Her body just wasn’t designed to fly like that, unaccustomed to being ragdolled since she was so often on the giving end, not receiving. There were few women on the planet who could do that move to her with any real success, since the luchadoras who typically went for it were easy powerbomb fodder. But Jessie was one of the few and proud, it seemed.

One hand on the mat, then the other, starting to sit up. She could hear the faint sound of Jessie saying something, but it was lost amidst the din of the crowd and Cersei’s incessant squawking. She was on the verge of getting up all the way when a foot came down hard into her breadbasket, knocking all the wind out and making her jackknife.

Bast would’ve liked nothing more than to deal with her aching stomach and soothe the pain, but her opponent stayed on top and kept her pinned, keeping the movement to a minimum as she writhed beneath. She couldn't have answered the question if she’d cared to, with her lung being compressed and all the wind driven straight out of her.

Instead, all she could do was twist to the side and try to push the foot off her stomach, so she could at least roll over to her chest and push up.

[SubtleRoar]

*As if she had been rewarded with an audible* "CRUNCH!" *Beneath her size twelve boot from the vicious trampling, Jess gleefully chortled in her signature* "Aheukheuk!" *While witnessing her prey convulse and writhe from the misery she had inflicted.* "Welcome to tha big leagues sugah, hope yah enjoy yer stay~" *Allowing herself the luxury of indulging in her more derisive side for just a moment, The Ginger Behemoth stepped back for a moment to savor this fond feeling of superiority, relaxing against the vacant corner of the ring while the audience excitedly applauded Jess's actions!*

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*However, while she did thoroughly relish the sensation of her supporters' approval, she wasn't about to let this chance to utterly flatten Bast pass her by so easily. While the vast majority of spectators assumed the obvious, once Jess began ascending up the corner post, they were once again left speechless at her commitment to reestablishing herself as a true contender for the heavyweight gold!*

"Yer good darlin...real good..." *She muttered aloud while scaling the metallic column, clasping the ropes for both security and leverage while watching her gargantuan target begin to get her faculties back.* "But there's a stark difference between the two of us sweetheart, and I'm about to introduce you to it personally!" *Timing her launch with Bast's initial point of regaining her footing, Jess glided through the skies, quickly descending upon her target while eclipsing the light above her with her massive body!*

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[BlackAkuma]

Bast could actually think of several differences between she and Jessie off the top of her head, though she wasn’t in much of a mood to delve into them at the moment. She’d never been all that much of a talkative person, and surprise surprise, having her stomach pulverized wasn’t making her any more of one.

As much as that hurt, though, and as much pain as she was in. Bast wasn’t so out of it that she didn’t register where her opponent was going and what that likely meant. Even if she had been out of it, Cersei’s commentary would’ve clued her.

”She’s about to fly!” Her sister’s squawks filled the arena. ”Move! Movemovemove-”

A good idea, but Bast was so thoroughly rocked at the moment that rolling away wasn’t really on the table. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have options, though.

As Jess went flying through the air, Bast sucked in a deep breath and drew her legs up towards her chest, making sure that her opponent would have a rough landing.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the seemingly weightless bovine coasted through the air on the ethereal wings of her own hubris, everything around her seemed to fade into the background- The audience, the illuminating lights, and the rest of her reality seemed to unburden her in a single moment as her boots untouched the top turnbuckle. While the feeling seemed to last for an eternity in her mind, she had only been airborne for a handful of seconds before Bast's defensive measures brought her back into the dire reality she was forced to accept!*

"GGGNRRRHHH!" *As her thoughts were preoccupied with everything but what she should have been focusing on this entire time, her flight of fantasy resulted in an extremely uncomfortable crash landing across Bast's elevated shins, sending a tremor of unprecedented pain throughout the breadth of Jess's ribcage! The audience collectively gasped from what they had witnessed, wholeheartedly convinced that Jess's aerial stunt was going to seal Bast's fate if it had connected!*

*Unsurprisingly, the once effervescent ginger had been reduced to a quivering mess while trying to pick up the pieces of what remained after the disastrous landing, forearm crawling towards a nearby rope but not without a cluster of audible, plaintive moans that conveyed just how injured she truly was.*

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t all sunshine and roses on Bast’s end, either. While getting her legs up made it a more painful affair for Jess than it would’ve otherwise been, she was still taking a lot of weight from a great height on her end, all crashing down on her at once. There was no way that couldn’t be jarring, and it left her gasping for air, even as her opponent rolled off and wallowed.

She was in a bad way…but not as bad as Jess. That was the important thing, as her sister was keen on reminding her. ”Come on!” Cersei slapped the apron. ”Get up, get on her! Go for a submission, slow her down!”

While Cersei wasn’t exactly an expert on fighting, she did have a point - the right thing, the smart thing, was for Bast to try for a submission move. Battering Jess was only going to get her so far, since they were both built like tanks. She might win that war eventually just by virtue of being the bigger woman, but that would run the risk of her being taken out in the interim by a well-placed shot. If Bast put her thumb on the scales and weakened her opponent, though, that balance could shift in her favor.

Bast rolled over to her chest and crawled after her fallen foe, grabbing her by the leg and pulling her back before she could get too far away. She wrapped her arms around Jess’ ankle and swung her legs around to trap her thighs with a tight scissorhold, applying a locked version of the classic ankle lock and wrenching it tight - if she could take away her opponent’s lower body strength, weaken her base, then it would put a serious damper on her entire moveset.

[SubtleRoar]

*The prostrated juggernaut wasn't recovering as quickly as she would have hoped, her wobbly forearms buckling from her cumbersome weight on numerous occasions before finally steadying themselves.* "Nnrrhh...come on...yah can't get caught with this much egg..rrhh..on yer face.." *Jess meekly pep talked herself, outright refusing to allow this ring to become her early grave. Despite her earlier confidence serving her well, The Crimson Crusher's current predicament wasn't something she had foreseen, and as she began making tangible progress towards her destination Bast swiftly reminded her of her presence!*

*The unpleasant tugging and twisting of her lower extremities coaxed out a guttural* "Nnnhhhh~" *Before she began trying to wiggle her legs out of Bast's debilitating vise grip!* "Th...this ain't gonna be the end of me! I..d..don't care how hard ya'll wanna grab at me!" *She proclaimed, obstinately defying the colossal woman's intentions, proving that there was still plenty of fight still left in her weary frame as she reluctantly brought Bast along with her while continuing to close the distance between herself and the ropes!*

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*Even though she was managing to gain a considerable amount of ground, Jess was keenly aware of how much precious energy she was squandering on this astonishing feat of raw, unbridled power- The longer she continued, the lower the likelihood of replenishing her vigor became, but her stubbornness made it impossible for her to see beyond what she was currently contending with!*

[BlackAkuma]

Bast would say this much in Jess’ favor: the woman was as tough as any opponent she’d ever come across. Silly, oddly dressed, and maybe a little out of her mind, but tough, and she had to respect that.

She had been in this hold herself more than a few times, so she knew how excruciating it could be, but the woman kept on fighting, kept on preserving, dragging them both - a combined weight of 400 pounds, at least - across the mat, fighting for every single inch, driving herself with sheer, unwavering determination. It was inspiring, in a way.

Bast thought so, at least. Cersei disagreed. ”Give up, you stupid oaf!” She squawked at Jess, dogging her efforts every inch of the way. ”Bast will rip your ankle off and beat you with it, do you hear?”

Despite Cersei’s proclamations, Bast had no intentions of doing anything like that. She did know that she had to do something to keep Jess away from the ropes, though, as she was getting close to forcing a rope break. She could’ve just milked the hold for all it was worth, but she had a more creative idea in mind.

When Jess was a good two or three tugs away from the ropes, Bast let go off the hold without any warning and crawl over her foe’s back, wrapping her around the woman’s waist as she went. She pulled her opponent in tight, stood up, and attempted to pull her clean off the ground with one, mighty heave, looking to send her flying with a deadlift German Suplex.