Heart & Soul Wrestling Chapter 9: Innuendo: Miyazaki Maidens vs CatrAdora, a X-overs + Wrestling Crossover fanfic

"The next contest for Innuendo is a tag team bout in the first round of the Soul Of Wrestling Tag Team Championship Tournament, scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Your official in charge, Macy Tarr." Holo announces.

["We're Warriors"]

["Unstoppable"]

["ooooooooooo"]

The lighting within the arena flashes through an area of purples, whites, blues & yellows. The Innuendo marquee becomes outlined in gold, with its middle fading from a baby blue at the top to sheer white at the bottom of each letter. The magnificent glass dome shielding the crowd from the elements becomes dyed in pink. The IMAX screen is split down the center between two contrasting landscapes. One of a rusty, dirty, raw industrial sprawl. The other of a elegant, fantasy castle with waterfalls and snowy peaks. The names of the halves of this team wipe on the side of their respective backgrounds.

["We're On The Edge Of Greatness"]

["Turning Darkness To Light"]

["We're Right Beside You"]

["Ready To Fight!'"]

The POV shifts to the hand-held camera, hurrying across the stage. Through the colorful flashing strobes the silhouettes of two people rush up the slope to enter into the Pro-Bending Arena. The camera meets perpendicularly with team as the slightly taller of the two pause; The blonde is visibly taken aback by the size of the crowd. The feline is delighted at the platform they've got to try and proof themselves to the FWM. They both look at each other, nodding before heading down the ramp to the ring.

["We Must Be Strong (We Must Be Strong)"]

["We Must Be Brave (We Must Be Brave)"]

["We Gotta Find Every Bit Of Strength"]

["That We Have And Never Let It Go"]

"Representing the Best Friends Squad…From The Fright Zone Of Etheria. Weighing In A Combined Weight Of 245 Lbs….Catra & Adora!" Holo announces.

["We Must Be Strong (We Must Be Strong)"]

["We Must Be Brave (We Must Be Brave)"]

"For those not familiar, let me give you the low down." Critic says, clearing his throat. "Adora is here because she loves the thrill of competition, Catra is here because she maaaaay like the thrill of toying with people. These two could have a great career ahead."

"Its there second match in Heart & Soul….its there second match as a team in a ring ever…. tonight is do or die to be taken seriously in this sport." Bennett sets the stakes.

"Oh, there not THAT disadvantaged. Catra has had experience in leagues on the outer rim of the multiverse. Lets not forget, they may not look it well…Adora may not look it but these two are both veterans of war. They've seen of serious s***." Critic states.

"They've done some serious harm to themselves as well…" Bennett murmurs.

"True, True…." Critic relents.

["We Gotta Find Every Bit Of Strength"]

["That We Have And Never Let It Go"]

"We Have Two Teams Fighting Each Other & Inner Demons Amongst Their Ranks. But Only One Will Defeat Both Tonight." Bennett states, The Best Friends Squad duo reaching the end of the ramp, rushing to take the two western ring posts…

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"WE'RE GONNA WIN IN THE END!"

["We Must Be Strong (We Must Be Strong)"]

["We Must Be Brave (We Must Be Brave)"]

["We Gotta Find Every Bit Of Strength"]

["That We Have And Never Let It Go"]

The camera pulls back wide from the two ladies, putting in perspective how tiny they appear in underneath the golden dome and the sea of fans above and around the Heart & Soul ring. A portion of the crowd cheer them on, mainly out of good showing & the contagious joy Adora's smile can bring to some. But many of the die-hards still remain unmoved. As the Best Friends Squad drop into the ring, their anthem fades into the white noise of the crowd.

"The biggest story going into this is how close is Catra to Adora? What I mean is, can Adora convince Catra to focus on getting closer to that championship and not purely toying with San?" Bennett asks.

"The true question you should be asking, Bennett, can Nausicaa keep that wild wolf of a partner in line?" Critic questions.

["Deep Within The Shadows I'm The Hungry Wolf You Fear'']

The crowd, familiar with this tune, instantly cheer as a crane slowly carries the live feed's point-of view away from the ring and a bit closer to one side of the stage. "I Don't Speak Human" by Omnia is playing while the IMAX screen takes on the look of a dense and flush forest. The lights along the spider leg supports towering over the stage turn to greens and blues, mimicking the lighting of the arena and the magnificent glass dome high above.

["But I Can See That You're the Only Evil Creature Here"]

["Before You Came We Lived In Peace, But You Have Brought Us Death"]

["I Sing My Pain Up To The Moon"]

["But It's A Waste Of Breath"]

["Because I Don't Speak Human"]

The team being heralded to the ring at last appear from below the ramp. The One Clad In Blue calmly taking lead while her far more wild tag partner is crouched behind in full war mask & kitted up to fight.

["You Can't Understand A Word I'm Saying"]

"Coming To The Ring From The Wilds Of Past & Future, With A Total Combined Weight Of 237 Lbs…San, Nausicaa, The Miyazaki Maidens." Holo announces.

["I Don't Speak Human"]

["You Can't Understand A Word I'm Saying"]

"Its in large part for these two women willing to take on the bundle of burdens that come with this industry that we are having this show tonight." Bennett states. "And for that everyone owes them a bit of thanks, even if they are bashful about receiving any."

"And that right there, Right There, Is What Stings Adora & Catra." Critic claims. "What thank you does Adora or Catra owe for the mistreatment these two have received."

"They have not earned the respect Nausicaa & San have carved out. You don't have to like the Maidens, but I find it hard for anyone not to respect the sacrifices they have made just to allow us to continue running our events since the land of carnage imploded." Bennett hypes up. "Adora & Catra have yet to earn respect. And tonight, Nausicaa and especially San get a chance to affirm why they are one of the cornerstones going forward in our company's bright future."

["You People Like A Cancer Grow, Destroying All You See"]

["And Seven Billion Mutant Monkeys Won't Listen To Me"]

["Because I Don't Speak Human"]

["You Can't Understand A Word I'm Saying"]

["I Don't Speak Human"]

["You Can't Understand A Word I'm Saying"]

The Maidens calmly use the ring steps to rise up to the red corner. San dives right in, having unsheathed a small knife and pointing it directly toward Catra whose takes a step to approach but is forced to back down by her confidant. Nausicaa enters more calmly, giving a respectful bow to the crowd that have gathered and made Innuendo a success thus far. Now came time to make this the best night they can for their team.

The bell sounds and the last of the Quarter Finals is underway. Both team's already begin showing different strategies. Adora is going to lead the charge for her & Catra, approaching to battle out of the blue (southeastern) corner. San motioned Nausicaa back into their corner with one hand. The Wolf Girl was gunning to maul through the competition as quick as possible, no matter which side of the coin she was facing first.

Adora tries to pace steadily, waiting for the first opportunity to strike. San doesn't hesitate, lunging at Adora's feet. Her hands clasp around nothing but the air; Adora lands on her feet a few paces away. She's not unnerved, still firm on her toes. But San's ankles twist on a dime, she's leaping for her foe's feet in milliseconds. She has a hold on at least one red & white boot, trying to tip Adora over. The Princess of Power keeps her balance, left foot rooted and shifting weight back to the other captured foot. San jumps back when her head almost gets hooked.

Adora is trying to keep calm, taking a backstep into the center of the ring. San charges again, this time trying to simply ram through her waist. Adora's lower back juts a good foot from where her were once rooted. She lets her right foot swing behind and prevent a total shove into the southwest corner buckle. She again tries sucking the head of her assailant under the arm. San tries darting back, but Adora got her locked in. Both swap each other's headings, San trying repeatedly to free herself. Her feet are seen lifting off the canvas…

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San swings all her weight to Adora's right arm, sending Adora falling sideways to the mat. San is trying to twist the Princess Of Power's perpendicular from the body.

"San quickly changing strategy, trying for a sitting Fujiwara!" Bennett points out.

Adora makes one huge lunge over San's knees, decking her with a wild haymaker into the trapezius. Shockwaves are sent in milliseconds down San's nerves, relenting the hold briefly but long enough for Adora to get out of the lock. San scampers back to her feet, not even getting fully vertically before lunging blindly in the general direction of her opponent. Adora teeters on own left foot, San dives to the mat missing the other foot by just a second. She tries to double stomp across San's spine, but lands looking like she's playing invisible jump-rope when Princess Mononoke rolls back a few inches toward her own corner.

"You think San is reconsidering jumping into the fire?" Bennett questions, one of the cameramen zooming back through the ropes to reveal Nausicaa in the foreground, extending her hand over the rope to start the match anew.

"Well…I know I'm not that stupid." Critic simply remarks, as San ignores the offering of a quick way out, charging back at Adora. This time both are on even footing, Adora absorbing the charge into a collar-elbow tie up. San is bucking like a bull, trying with all her might to push Adora off balance. She partially succeeds, as the ex-Horde Officer get a nudge back toward the ropes (right set from the hard camera's view). But as San starts to lean in to press her against the ropes, Adora digs in her heels and pushes with all she got. San's is hyperextended, and shoved back into the middle of the ring while the spine noticeably inverts slightly. Something which Adora quickly exploits, splashing down to the canvas so she may forcefully drive her elbow down upon the spine while on the fly.

"San's down on the mat, Adora drilling into her discs." Bennett describes.

"She just spiked the spine…But This Leg Drop!" Critic exclaims as Adora was fast on her feet, getting some springy momentum off the ropes, leaping down with leg extended…

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San Evades Just Far Enough, Adora Landing Seated On The Canvas. San's moccasin covered feet sputter on the mat, trying to catch up with her mind's intentions to try for a low running lariat. Adora darts her head forward, beelining out from under San's arm. Both reach opposing ropes before turning back to fight.

"San's Not Stopping!" Bennett exclaims, as Adora pause just a second too long, being dropped to the mat by San's spring boarding crossbody!

"San's been going faster and faster, looking for a target." Bennett continues as San hurries to her feet, underhooking Adora's arms.

"She's going to exhaust herself to soon, look, she's trying for an gut-wrench suplex!" Critic examines, as San tries hooking the leg…

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But Adora Keeps A Foot Planted, And Drives With All Her Might Toward Her Corner Of The Ring. San Almost Is Flipped Over The Princess Of Power's Shoulders But Breaks The Hold…

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Before Jumping On To Adora's Left Shoulder, Trying To Pull Her Flat To The Mat For Another Go At A Armbar!

"San Catching Up And Being Like A Sandbag To Adora's Shoulder." Bennett describes.

San's shoulders scrap the canvas, hanging nearly entirely upside down in the hope of pulling her prey to the mat. But Adora only drops to a kneel, leaning in to San's drooping position and briefly got her shoulders sandwhiched down into the canvas…

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San quickly realizes the situation, letting go of the armbar and rolling in front of Adora. San's between Adora & the turnbuckle that Catra is holding fast to. Adora throws a fist that San quickly diverts with the swipe of her forearm, sucking that arm down and dragging Adora around 180 Degrees. Adora gets whipped across the ring and into the buckle of the red corner, getting compressed by a body splash by San who allows Nausicaa to tag herself into the fight.

"Keeping the greener team separated, San stuffs Adora into the Maidens corner." Bennett describes. "There's the tag."

"Nausicaa's jumping the gun too early." Critic claims.

"…No She's Not, She's Got A Free Target!" Bennett exclaims as San hooks both of Adora's arms behind her, allowing Nausicaa to fire off a spinning heel kick into the midsection!

San is forced to dip out before Referee Tarr goes deep into her count. Adora folds in to clasp her arms around her agitated ribs, being head-hooked and tossed over the Blue Cladded One's hip. She intends a simple headlock, but Adora pushing the arm up and over. She tries twisting the arm, Yanking Nausicaa In With A Ripcord Lariat! Nausicaa ducks, free to keep the momentum to the opposite buckle pad.

"Nausicaa light on feet, dropping back to clobber Adora with the discus elbow." Bennett describes, both wrestlers falling back first upon the floor.

"Yeeeeah, right into Adora's thick dumb-jock skull." Critic quips antagonistically.

Adora won't let the elbow keep her down so earlier. She musters herself up into a seated position to get her bearings..

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But Is Razed To The Mat By A Shining Wizard!

"Shining Wizard To Keep Her Planted." Bennett exclaims as Nausicaa shows some confidence, taking up time to pull Adora into the geographic center of the ring. She wants to splash down on Adora with a bit of a send off by the ropes or something…

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But her concentration is broken, whipping around to catch sight of Catra lurking on the apron right behind her. Rather comically, Catra darts a fist she was brandishing behind her back and denies all malicious intentions.

"Oh sure, sure, we didn't see that." Bennett murmurs, Nausicaa cautiously pivoting her eyes away..

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Adora Scoops Up Nausicaa And Plants Her To The Mat With A T-Bone Suplex!

"She Didn't See That!" Critic exclaims, a few fans closer to the ring are noticeably taken a back by the brute demonstration of strength.

Adora takes a step back, crouching & leaning forward in preparation for whatever comes next. Nausicaa had some of the wind knocked out of her lungs from the suplex, delayed to pull herself back to her feet. She charges forward, looks for obvious bicycle kick. Adora ducks under nothing, It was a feint! Nausicaa jumps up and falls, her rising foot cutting under Adora's jaw and sandwiching it to the top foot before impact!

"Scissors Headkick!" Bennett exclaims. "Nausicaa's wits weren't knocked out by Adora's bravado!"

Nausicaa wasn't getting up in a instant. A hair of a second lapsed as she favored her lower back and tailbone, executing the head scissors had agitated newly forming dings from the T-Bone. She wheels about to sit over Adora, clasping her jaw in a got at a camel clutch.

"She's trying to win this by screwing her head off like a cork." Critic claims, probably far for dramatic than what Nausicaa was truly planning. Nevertheless it's a hold that would do much damage…

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But Adora manages to get her knee underneath her before Nausicaa applies the chinlock…

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And Is Able To Propel Herself Back To A Stance, Nausicaa Still Clining On To Her Head…

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And Becomes The Cushion Of Adora's Back Body Drop!

"And Adora Finding A Quick Way Out!" Bennett exclaims. "Cover, Nausicaa, You're Covered!"

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Nausicaa rolls up a shoulder, freeing herself and trying to drag herself to the safety of her own corner. Her break is paused by Adora snatching hold of one of her feet, but the Princess of Power takes no precautions with her head. She takes a enzuigiri that dazes her back into the center of the ring.

"Nausicaa gets some separation." Bennett describes. "She's near her corner."

"Catra's chomping at the bit in her own." Critic points out.

Coming out of the brief daze enduced by such a crackling enzuigiri, Adora's focus shifts to the nearest thing making a commotion. That's not her cool-headed opponent but rather her own hot-headed partner. Catra leans with all she can, extending her hand to make the tag. Adora staggers back, dipping through the ropes while her best friend eagerly takes her place.

"Catra bolting in…" Bennett begins to say as a CRACK echoes throughout the Pro-Bending Arena…

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The sound of San Smack Tagging Nausicaa's Shoulder, Forcing Her Way Into The Match!

"And Here Comes SAN!" Bennett exclaims, Princess Mononoke leaping from the top of her respective corner, Plowing Her Moccasins Into The Shoulders Of The Oncoming Catra!

"They've Both Been Wanting To Slice Each Others Throats Since She-Ra's Crew Walked Onto What At Least San Feels Is Maiden's Territory." Critic feverishly adds, as San's feet sputter before she gets up to a vertical stance. Catra hasn't even gotten up beyond her waist before she's Ran Over And Wedged Against The Buckle Of The Maiden's Corner!

"San's Unloading!" Bennett exclaims, as punch after punch reigns down on top of Catra's noggin.

"She's Going To Get Counted Out!" Critic points out. Catra has no legal means of a escape, Referee Tarr begins giving a rope break…

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Catra slumps to the floor, which was probably the best thing for the Maidens as San has already shown her recklessness toward the rules of the ring….

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But Catra Wasn't Out, She Had Dipped Down to Hook San's Left Leg. The Wolf Girl Staggers Back, But Gets Curled Up Onto The Back Of Her Neck For A Sneaky Pin Attempt…

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San Breaks Out Instantaneously, Trying To Hook Up Catra's Head And Roll On Top Of Her, But Both Start Breaking Out In A Tumbleweed Of Fists Driving Into Their Opponent's Skull And Gut!

"This match has deflated into a blob of a brawl." Critic describes, as San & Catra roll each other back and forth upon the canvas, grappling for some sort of gain.

"Adora & Nausicaa have tried to be the cool headed leaders, but we've known San & Catra were itching to dismantle each other. The whole enemy team dismantled!" Bennett exclaims, as San makes a violent roll over on Catra, over the edge of the ring and tumbled to the hard floor. Catra's dragged along for the short and sudden pitfall.

San braces her hands around the neck, pounding the back of Catra's head viciously off the floor. She tries again, knees pinning Catra's shoulders down but gets Yanked Away By A Run-in From Adora!

"Adora Heard That Thud Like The Rest Of Us…" Critic infers.

Adora tries delivering a receipt, wanting to thrust San back first into the ring post But Gets Her Head Kicked Off By Nausicaa Shooting Both Feet Through The Turnbuckles!

"And Nausicaa Trying To Dowse This Wildfire From Spreading." Bennett exclaims, Adora plummeting back prone across her girlfriend's stomach.

Nausicaa touched down to a kneel, freezing for a moment to catch her senses after a few seconds of utter chaos. She about faces and hurries to make sure her tag member is okay to continue. A hand battering her aside was enough of a yes, leaving Nausicaa in the dust and digging Catra up from the Best Friends Squad pile. The ring post downstream from the Maidens (on the hard camera) gets facewashed, Catra deflecting and coming to rest in the corner of the barricade. The cameraman attempts to get a facial close-up of the downed ex-Force Captain but gets pushed aside by a raging wolf girl who clotheslines Catra OVER the barricade!

"San's Driving Catra Out Of Ring, Out Of The Arena, Maybe Out Of This Company If She Has It Her Way!" Bennett declares.

"I think it takes longer than 20 (seconds) to go that far." Critic deadpans as San is seen for the first taking a moment to regroup her thoughts…

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Something She'll Forever Regret As Catra Claws Her Paws Around San's Right Arm, Sucking It Through The Bars Of The Barricade And Twisting It Toward The Sky!

"But Catra, Catra, Catra's Unphased!" Bennett cries.

"She's not unphased, She's Been Aggravated To 11." Critic shouts, Catra putting a foot on the rim of the barricade for leverage.

"She's Trying To Break San's Arm!" Bennett exclaims, San letting out wails of pain. Catra tugs harder and harder, trying to weave the captured arm in ever increasingly awkward angles. She's so focused on returning the ruthless aggression she's oblivious to the count:

"4!"…

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"6!"

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"7!"…

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Nausicaa Rushes In, Throwing Open Palms To Blind & Distract Catra. The Ex-Force Captain teeters away into the first row, San drooping free to the floor.

"Nausicaa Aware Of The Count, Got To Get San Back In." Bennett explains..

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But Nausicaa Gets Hoisted Off Her Feet, Planted Inversely Into The Hard Floor With A German Suplex From Adora!

"And A Vicious German For Her Troubles!" Bennett exclaims.

"What? Did you think the Maidens were going to be allowed to waltz back in the ring so easily? No-no-no, San wants this to be a fight with grudges, then that it shall be." Critic declares.

Speaking of San, Princess Mononoke groggily lunges out of the barricade corner. Her bid at a clothesline to put Adora down is quickly sidestepped, a low roundhouse kick cuts into the pelvic region, a nasty short fall to the floor ensues…

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"12!"…

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Adora Casts San Back Under The Bottom Rope! Catra is seen darting into the ring from the southwestern corner just a second later. Immediately she raced up to her target, dropping a knee that smashes San's right shoulder blade upon impact with the mat. She tries to wrestle the targeted right arm away from the socket, but San show's the experience edge by nudging closer and closer to her opponent.

"Catra's going for that Cat's Paw." Bennett describes. "San being the veteran between the two though, keeping the distance short so her arm can't be yanked taut."

Catra keeps trying to reposition, but soon finds she's shuffled her back to the southern ropes. Her head pops back, realizing she can go no further. Her eyes grow narrow with frustration, glaring down at San.

"You Think I Can't Tap You Out!?" She shouts. "You Think I Don't Belong Here!?...Just Wait!"

"…shouting back words San shot at her at the press conference." Bennett mutters, Catra delivering one more drop of the knee to the shoulder blade.

"That chip on Catra's shoulder's about a mile wide." Critic claims excessively. "She wants to get her and Adora close to a championship, she better seal it with Flex-Seal."

"…we sponsored by them?" Bennett asks, as Catra starts dragging San by the right arm toward the eastern set of ropes.

"You wish." Critic retorts impassively, a distant 'damn' from Bennett following.

"Catra's walking the ropes, looking to go to Horde School…" Bennett describes, trailing off as time slows for a split second, ropes quiver under Catra's feet…

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The Jump Off Is Fine But San CLOSES The Distance Before Catra Plants Her Feet, Smashing Her Own Body Into The Ex-Force Captain Who Plummets Through A Narrow Crevasse Opened By The Ropes Being Pushed Outside The Limit Of The Ring Apron!

"Jesus, San Put All Her Weight & Passion In That Drive!" Critic exclaims. "Bent The Ropes Far Enough To Trap The Cat!"

"Catra's caught between a rock and a hard place." Bennett observes. "and San UNLOADING ON CATRA YET AGAIN!"

With one foot awkwardly kneeled up on the rim of the canvas, the other shooting straight down to the floor below, Catra is precariously entangled. She'll get no help from San whose taking the opportunity and running with it, PUNCH AFTER PUNCH INTO THE SKULL! The crowd starts to pipe up, a mix of emotions pouring through their vocal chords.

"Catra's Defenseless!" Critic exclaims. "Get Over There Macy!"

"I Can't Help But Feel She Asked For It." Bennett replies.

"Oh So When Catra Gets A Dig In Its Disgraceful, But When San Does It Then Its Even?" Critic asks.

"…Yes!" Bennett affirms, Referee Tarr rushing over to start a rope count…

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But San comes out of her rage-filled assault, in fact pulling Catra out of the sticky situation…

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Only To Bulldog Her Face Into The Center Of The Canvas, Cover!

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Catra Kicks Out!

"There wasn't a likely finish, but don't doubt the dent that bulldog had to put in Catra's cranium." Bennett observed.

San sat up, trapping Catra's head with a vice of the arm. San steps up, starting to move up toward the red corner. But the sight of a still pain-stricken Nausicaa just now clawing her way back to the ropes throws out any double teaming just now. She instead takes off for the northeast corner, wanting to get a run off for a Tornado DDT. Catra drops like a sandbag to the mat, not giving San any leverage for the run-up. She pays for it by taking a knee strike to the head at point blank range!

"Dents, please use the proper tense." Critic deadpans as San executes a second fierce knee strike to the head.

"Dents."

Nausicaa has now recovered, lurching hand & head over the red buckle pad. Catra gets thrusted right ribs first into the side of the buckle, San hurrying behind and tagging Nausicaa back into the contest. San keeps Catra's pinned up, her foot trying to leverage the ex-Force Captain's head back as far as possible. Nausicaa enters and takes the left arm, San the right, as they collectively cast her into the ropes. Catra rebounds, being uprooted by stereo dropkicks!

"Dropkicks Connect Simultaneously, Nausicaa To The Gut, San About Took Catra's Head Off!" Bennett exclaims.

The table's title needs to be righted, as San is motioned by Referee Tarr back to her corner. She gets one last stomp to the back of Catra's head, stinging not just the wild cat but her significant other also. A bit of distraught-disgust flushes over Adora's face, calling out San. Something only responded to by a cold glance before San dips out of the ring.

"San Digging Deeper Into Their Hearts." Critic declares. "She's digging her and Nausicaa a deeper grave."

"I can't fully disagree, Doug, but Catra goaded and goaded San all summer. Anywhere these four've been put together, quips and cuts." Bennett reminded his colleague.

"Oh, so that gives San a free pass? She's one of our founders, you co-done that type of treatment of our talent?" Critic asks impatiently.

"No but remember the bad blood that's been drawn by BOTH sides this past year." Bennett declares.

Nausicaa starts grappling with Catra's near-limp head, pulling her dead center in the middle of the ring…

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"Inverted Facelock Backbreaker!" Bennett dictates, the back of Catra's spine being spiked by Nausicaa's knee on impact.

The backbreaker was damaging, but was only part of a grander scheme. Nausicaa quickly transitioned from kneeling to making for the northeast turnbuckle, tugging Catra along by one of her legs. The maiden scales to the top, poised for a aerial assault…

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But Nausicaa's eyes shift from the mat to the ropes, catching just the slightest motions coming from Adora. The Princess of Power was growing increasing animosity toward both of the Maidens as San continually cut deeper throughout the fight. Adora wanted to just throw Nausicaa off out of spite but paused only a step, frozen by one judgmental stare that faded into disappointment from the One Clad In Blue…

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Nausicaa Steps Off AND LANDS Stomach First On The Canvas, Catra Had Been Gifted A Few Precious Seconds To Roll To Safety!

Nausicaa curls up, cranium resting to the mat as she nudges her knees close to her now raw ribs. Catra has gotten her paws clasped around the purple ropes on the eastern side of the ring. If there were no ropes, she wouldn't be getting so quickly to her feet. She pivots around, finding a pain stricken Nausicaa right before her feet….

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And a diabolic grin curls up Catra's cheeks. A opportunity for an eye for an eye, as she purposefully stares across at San while slowly lifting up her left foot …

"Ah Come On, I Know What She's Up To…" Bennett cried out

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As San Charged Into The Ring, Charging Like A Bat Out Of Hell To Catra (Who Only Casually Lowered Her Foot Back) Who Is Rammed Into The Ropes!

"Christ, we should have just had these do battle it out and let their partners throw in the towel." Critic deadpans.

"Goading San In The Ring, She Is!" Bennett exclaims.

"You can't say it ain't working." Critic replies.

But rather than get trampled down like before, Adora races to Catra's rescue. San's still grasping at strands of Catra's hair while Adora yanks her away, trying to do so with a german suplex. San holds firms, but a belly-to-belly at last tames the Wolf Girl.

Nausicaa had just stirred herself back to her feet, blinding shoving - with orange bangs obscuring eyes. Adora stumbles away but easily bracing her palms out to the ropes of the southwest turnbuckles. Catra quickly rebounds into the fight, clubbing Nausicaa in the back of the head with stiff forearms. The hunched over princess soon finds her arms forced up and behind her head in a full nelson. Catra arches back with all her might, dangling Nausicaa's feet on the canvas. Adora gets ahold, trying to get the legs synched in above her own shoulders.

"Catra aiding Adora, looking for some type of powerbomb…a Buckle Bomb or-" Bennett beings theorizing, but gets cut off by a sudden rush of energy through the audience.

"Adora Needs To Look Out-!" Critic exclaims…

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As A Blur That Is San Shoots Up To The Apron Facing The Hard Camera, Slingshoting And Dropkicking Into The Back Of Adora's Shoulder Blades!

"San Knocking Everything Down In The Ring!" Critic shouts.

"We got ourselves a even playing field now." Bennett claims.

"But Nausicaa's Got A Cover, Nausicaa's Been Pushed Down!" Critic hollers as indeed, the impact of Adora being kicked forward has pinned Catra's shoulder underneath Nausicaa…

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Catra rolls a shoulder up and free from the canvas.

San pulls Nausicaa's arm like a rip-cord, righting her partner to her feet. But plenty of worked needed to be done and fast. First, the Maidens rush to the southwest corner. Each take a arm of the Princess of Power and double knee strike her lights out several times. But quickly their attending hone in upon Catra, whose now back standing in the northeast corner. Her eyes quickly move between the two Maidens, realizing the numbers game had been turned against her. She shrugs, Charges After Nausicaa, But Both Maidens Jump Aside At The Last Moment…

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And Catra Rebounds Into Stereo Superkicks From The Maidens!

"Catra Cut Down." Bennett declares. "Maidens. Dominate."

"Its 2 on 1, Bennett! Nothing to celebrate over." Critic defends the rookies. "Nausicaa's the legal one, too, why she leaving the ring?"

Indeed Nausicaa was dipping through the purple strands, pulling Catra to the apron by her wrist. Once on the floor, Nausicaa can make a more calculated tug of her feline opponent, extending her torso out across the floor till her heels are caught by the black aprons themselves.

"Nausicaa Splaying Catra Out And….And San Climbing…Oh CRAP!" Bennett exclaims….

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As San Plummets From The Southwestern Turnbuckle, Double Foot Stomping Right Through The Midsection Of Catra!

"She Could Have Broken All Of Catra's Ribs!" Critic exclaims. "Is San Trying To Kill Her!?"

"She didn't succeed, thankfully. But I highly doubt Catra is going to be up and moving any time soon." Bennett adds, Nausicaa rolling Catra back into the ring, with the Princess of The Valley Of The Wind aiming to continue the fight cleaning inside. San scurries around the ring back to her corner, passing a still dazed Adora whose staggering to her team's respective side of the ring.

The venom that seemed to keep Catra going had all but been drained by the diving stomps to her midsection, she tried to reach a hand out to her corner but was too far to be relieved (not to mention Adora was yet back to the corner). Nausicaa slides in from behind, vining up Catra's free left arm and trying to lock up her jaw. Catra tries to worm free, but can't get up to her feet under her own power.

"Abandoning the crossface, trying for a seated Fujiwara!" Bennett describes, growing in excitement as Nausicaa switches completely to the arm, tailbone sitting to her opponent's spine and trying to pull up on the arm like the plunge of a water spring.

"Catra trying to keep in motion, she remains still for a moment Nausicaa's going to have that arm tied up for the submission." Critic states, as Catra continued shifting her body ever so slightly in a circle with the her toes and free right arm. She eventually backs her foot under the ropes, possibly without even knowing until she felt the lower purple strand brush up against her leg, giving her a much needed rope break…

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Nausicaa sits up and yanks Catra from the ropes, still in control of the left arm. Catra tries to make a wild swing of a right fist, Nausicaa ducking. To hell with roping her long, Nausicaa sweeps in and cuts the feline down with a swift lariat!

The Princess from The Valley tugs Catra back to the red corner, Nausicaa making a quick tag to San. She shoots over the ropes like a bullet and continues with the double foot stomps, this time right to the chest. A millisecond later, Nausicaa tags herself back in, slingshotting over the ropes and delivering a leg drop across Catra's neck! San quick tags herself back in the fight, the partners quickly change sides of the ring as San goes up the buckles and delivers another double stomp, this one right to the collar bone!

Nausicaa reaches out to continue the cycle of tags, but pauses when seeing San begin to once again wail at Catra's head with a blurring stream of left and right clubs. Nausicaa wants to keep the momentum going, leaning over the top as far s she can to maybe tag San out, But San Gets Her Right Shoulder Knee'd Hard Causing A Disturbance.

"Catra tagged the shoulder earlier, its her only way out of San's barrages." Critic claims.

"Surprised she could think clearly with San's illegal punches."

"There open palms." Bennett deadpanned.

"So your admitting her offense is literally just b*** slapping?" Critic quipped.

San faded her shoulder only briefly, but enough to allow Catra to try at a dash for Adora's hand across the way. San manages to grab hold of one of Catra's feet, the Wildcat freezes still when all slack is lost. Shes hobbling on just one hand to the mat, head down, trying to think her way out of this predicament. San starts trying to hook on a ankle lock of some kind….

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Catra drops on her hip, her free leg Sweeping San Off Her Own Feet!

"And Catra Surprising San, What Quick Reflexes!" Bennett exclaims.

Catra sputters up to her feet, hurrying for the safety of the blue corner. San is in hot pursuit, hip smashing Catra chest and knees first into the buckle pad. But a moment too late to do anything critical ; Catra had been the tag a second earlier and Adora slide through the ropes, prying San away. Adora starts running down across the ring with San' head tucked under her arm…

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"Adora Walks Right In Front Of That Bicycle Kick!" Bennett exclaims

"She shot like a Tesla across the edge of the mat." Critic describes, Adora staggering back to the cent of the ring. San is now free, dropping to her knees but only briefly.

"Wouldn't think she'd bend the rules but-" Bennett comments about how far Nausicaa had stepped from the boundaries of her corner.

"Doesn't like Sans anarchistic approach." Critic claims as Adora finishes righting her head, standing up to find both her and San are both back to vertical postures. But even a height disadvantage does nothing to make San second guess her fiery charges. She tries running headlong Adora, getting off at least two quick strikes of the plans. But Adora has been taking notes through the match, letting San slid up and over her own right shoulder…

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Managing to tie up Sans other arm behind the Wolf Girls back, lifting and planting San up and over with a Hammerlock Suplex!

Adora keeps arm control, pulling San up and casting her toward the eastern ropes. Her waist catches the middle rope, head hangs precariously out over and NEARLY DECAPITATED BY CATRA CURB STOMPING HER!

"My God!" Bennett exclaims. "Catra nearly decapitated her!"

"Eye for an eye, Bennett." Critic defends.

"Its sly, that's what it was." Bennett quipped. "But has given Adora full control over San…"…

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As The Princess Of Power Launches San Back Upon Her Shoulders With A Harsh Whipping German Suplex!

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As Adora Immediately Repeats The German, Twice More! The Chain Of Three Germans Leaves San Wasted In A Crumbled Heap In The Northeast Corner.

"You think she got her that time?" Critic asks sarcastically, the camera catching San's eyes glazing over for confirmation.

"The trios of germans connects, she going to go for a cover or…" Bennett questions, trailing off…

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As Adora Immediately Jumps To The Second Rope Of The Northeast Corner, Spinning Back With A Spiraling Leg Drop Across San's Neck!

"Corckscrew Leg Drop!" Bennett exclaims as Adora rolls up San.

"She Should Have Gone For The Top!" Critic criticizes…

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"Told You!" Critic exclaims.

Adora sits up, pausing for a moment to think through how to venture forth. She seems to begin developing some sort of a plan, grasping under the Wolf Girl's right arm and trying to lift her up in that manner. She's hoping to cause as much pain with just a lift, the wincing of San's face indicates its working. She tries to lift with all her might to slide San up upon her own shoulders.

"Adora trying to lock San up into a fireman's carry…." Bennett describes.

"Careful, Careful, Careful." Critic begins panting as San Racks Her Fingers At Adora's Eyes! The Princess Of Power is briefly blinded, loosing her grip, San to crash to the mat without theatrics.

"Now you wanna defend that, Bennett?" Critic quips with a tinge of frustration.

"Nope. It was dirty but it did what it needed to do." Bennett declares.

Adora rests on splayed out legs, hand gripping over her own left eye. She's in the worst position for defense, finding out quickly as San charges up at her with one of her lunging punching assaults. Adora seems a bit dazed, lurching back from the onslaught. San punches again, this time leaning her opponent up against the southern set of ropes.

"San got Adora reeling by those ropes, looking to dump Adora out to the floor." Bennett illustrates what's about to come…

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Who Ditches As Low To The Mat To Avoid Being Clotheslined, Pulling As Hard As She Can Upon The Top Rope, SAN GOES FLYING UNDER HER MOMENTUM OVER THE ROPES AND RIBS FIRST INTO THE GUARD RAIL!"

"OH LORD!" Bennett shouts in awe and a tinge of horror. San's torso wraps disturbingly around both sides of the barricade motionless.

"HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!" The crowd explodes to life with, San's weight at last peeling her over the barricade, a sickening thud lays her out on the floor on the ring side of the guard rails.

"San Showed Herself Out Of Contention!" Critic exclaims.

"That's One Way Of Putting It, Doug!" Bennett replies in haste.

Its not just the men and women around the ring that are astonished, Adora herself cannot believe how fast San had been going, the devastation of meeting the barricade…and most likely the realization what could of happened to her own head and neck had San connected with what would have been a suicide clothesline dive. But if anyone is in more shock and fright, its Nausicaa. She has raced to the edge of the ring, gazing in fear seeing her partner in a lifeless heap on the cold floor.

"Hey Tarr, Get Her Back In Her Corner!" Critic shouts, poking the rules of the match.

"I'd say she's safe, considering the circumstances." Bennett grumbles. "Don't you have a heart?"

"I have a heart for competition. San oofed herself off, oh well, that's on the Maidens." Critic claims.

But something was developing in the ring. As Nausicaa started mouthing about something to Adora. A pointing gesture to her fallen partner outside seems to indicate some accusations being tossed as Adora. Something to which Adora was taking offense over.

"Now She's Accusing Adora Of San's Stupidity?!" Critic shrilled, sounding overly revolted for the sake of drama.

"That's unfair but…" Bennett trailed off.

"But What, But What?" Critic questioned Bennett.

"Alright, your getting way too offended by all of this." Bennett deadpans as the camera centers on Nausicaa & Adora's shouting contest which is starting to develop into a shoving contest.

"And that's the same thing I thought about Adora & Catra before I started watching them compete tonight." Critic defends the 50% of the Best Friends Squad represented…and to be fair, he has a point. It'd just be nice if it wasn't coming off the heels of a unnecessary goat scream.

"Nausicaa's just letting the heat of the moment get to her." Bennett claims. "Which Is Rare, I'll Admit, But…"

Referee Tarr at last was stepping forward to break up the confrontation, which become a raging grease fire when Catra launched in like water to shove Nausicaa back to her own corner! Nausicaa pivots quickly around with a roundhouse connecting Catra's midsection. Only to get levelled by a lariat from Adora!

"That's a hornets nest Nausicaa just kicked." Critic low key claims.

Adora's vision tilted away from the prone One Clad In Blue and the Wild Cat stirring. The frustration of all the drama that forged this match is getting to her, clasping at her hair in a moment of vulnerability. But she had to keep her head in the game, and credit is due to the fact she sharply turns her attention back to the legal opponent in the fight.

"Adora's on the hunt." Bennett states. "San's dive has opened a path to victory for Adora & Catra."

Adora grabs hold of San by the waist, dragging her across the short length back to the ring….

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But When Adora Briefly Bends Over To Try And Roll San Into The Ring, She Finds Her Neck Wrapped Tight Around A Pair Of Orange & Black Cables!

"Good God, San's…San's Choking Adora!" Bennett exclaims.

"I Thought She Was Dead!" Critic cried out. "Don't Exchange Your Meeting With The Reaper With Adora!"

Adora's eyes go wide in shock, and then grow tight as the fight to breath quickly sets in. San's knuckles are blooming to white, she pulls the cables as stiff as she can. Referee Tarr quickly kicks in an outside count, but that's at least 20 seconds Adora would have to entire. She may suffocate by then!

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"Catra's Down There Now, Trying All She Can To Save Adora!" Bennett cries out.

"Get Her Off Her, Get Her Off Her!" Critic hollers, referring to San's death vise upon Adora.

Catra Pulls And Pulls, But A Adamant San Is Only Clawed Away By Exerting Much Of Her Energy. Catra casts San aside, the back of her head careening into the ringpost of the blue corner, the Wolf Girl's spine slides down to the floor.

Adora's hand soothes her now free throat, coughing relentlessly as she manages to start breathing properly again. Catra checks to make sure she's well enough to continue, as both are quickly reminded of the stakes of the match…

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Nausicaa is back to her feet, staggering to the southern ropes. She plans to put the first one back in the ring under a furry of kicks. But Adora & Catra break through her screen, using the limp Princess Mononoke as a battering ram. Each one take up an arm and thrust San head first throw the middle rope, ramming Nausicaa in the gut.

"Catra & Adora, trying to pull things back together by disintegrating San's skull." Bennett says as Nausicaa stumbles back into the ring. She's waved back to her own corner by Referee Tarr as Adora pushes San's legs over the middle rope to be fully in the ring, following suit. A near motionless San is enticing enough to make a quick go ahead of a pin…

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"San managing to get her shoulder up and free." Bennett says. "If she'd been pinned right after her collision I believe this would have been all over and Adora would have secured an upset."

"She would have!" Critic exclaims. "But it will take more to put the Maidens down. I'll say it, I'll admit it. The Maidens are the favorites not just in this match, but this entire tournament….of course we saw what happens to favorites in this tournament on the pre-show."

Adora wasn't going to allow San to rest, and gives her a bit of the feeling of what it was like being choked with the cables. Adora clasps her arms under San's right shoulder and around the left side of the neck.

"Adora applying the pressure. And its to the arm and shoulder that have been weakened by Catra earlier in this fight." Bennett observes.

But trying to pull San up for some kind of fisherman suplex was not a wise decision on Adora. San only needed to be put on her feet so she could start her shoving once more. With all her strength she pushes into Adora's midsection. Adora's caught off guard, being slid back a few inches before staggering off balance a few more feet away from her friendly side of the ring. Nausicaa reaches out as far as she can, hoping San may be able to weave her hand around Adora's to make the tag.

"San's Close! San's Close!" Bennett exclaims.

"But Adora's Still Got Control!" Critic points out.

Adora refastens her head & shoulder lock, pushing off from the red corner. Nausicaa made one last desperate lunge of a tag that even she knew was in vain. Adora yaws San away from the Maidens end and back into the center of the ring. But Adora looses her footing yet again by San trying resiliently to ram into Adora's midsection. Adora's pushed away from Catra, up into the the northeastern buckle pad.

"San diverts Adora from where she wants to be." Bennett states as San makes a few valiant, but weak nudges against her opponents pelvis. A stiff axehammer drops her dead to the canvas, however.

"But Adora is just too powerful. She dented a disc in San's spine, I'm sure of it!" Critic exclaims.

"I pray to god not." Bennett deadpans.

Adora has to reel the motionless San back up to the hunched over position she was before. Then comes the hoisting to put her on top of her shoulders.

"Adora's…looking to Buckle Bomb her!" Critic shouts.

"I don't think San's spine can take much more!" Bennett exclaims as Adora, after some tweaking of her grasp on San (she's clearly NEVER tried this until now)…

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"But She Counters! Hurricanrana!" Bennett shouts as the crowd's volume swells with an ovation.

"That's great…Now There BOTH down." Critic observes analytically.

Although it was San who got the counter, she's far from showing any quick signs of life. Adora stirs back and forth but isn't getting up so quickly either. Some fans take matters into their own hands, shouts for "GET UP SAN!" ring out throughout the dome as a steady clap follows. "BEAT HER TO THE PUNCH, SHE-RA!" a few others shout and tag along clapping for.

"San Needs To Get Moving." Bennett implores.

"Adora Better Clear Her Head Or Else She's Going To Let This Match Slip Through Her Hands." Critic adds.

San's hand at last is seen flopping over, a weak grasp in the direction toward Nausicaa. But she's a very long ways away. Adora partially sits up, listing heavily to lean upon her hand to try to stay upright. She turns her head around to some noise, that being Catra egging her on to get back to their own corner. San throws one of her own arms forward, beginning to make the arduous crawl toward the red corner. Nausicaa face is starting to knot up with worry, as Adora is making far better strides getting to her own corner. San's covered half of the length to her corner…

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"It's the Best Friends Squad that's going to pull through this…" Bennett says…

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"Now Come On!" Critic exclaims in frustration as Referee Tarr tries to stop Nausicaa whose STILL on the move, BIG BOOTING ADORA OFF THE RING APRON!

"Nausicaa Bending The Rules To Keep This Thing Alive For The Maidens!" Bennett attempts to clarify, but Nausicaa has already slipped between the eastern ropes. Adora struggles to pull herself up to her feet with some aid from the barricades…

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Only To Be Pancaked To The Floor By A Flying Crossbody From Outside Of The Blue Corner!

"She Bent Adora's Back, That's What." Critic shouted. Nausicaa running off a bit of new found adrenaline to pop back up and hurry back around the ring to her corner. A few more lower octaves dampen the cries for San to make the tag. San grits her teeth, making the argeous final crawls to close the gap. At last she tags herself out of the ring.

"She's Gotta Deal With One Pissed Off Feline, Now." Critic reminds everyone, a ever increasingly agitated Catra back on her feet. "This One's AAAAll On Nausicaa."

But Catra is in quick retreat, Nausicaa lunging forward. But the Princess of The Valley of The Wind quickly deciphers she's being pulled into a trap; Catra rebounds from the ropes for a springboard crossbody with arms and claws in full extension. But her battle energized face goes limp finding Nausicaa could counter on a dime, forcing Catra to crash back first to the canvas with a Scoop Slam.

"Nausicaa stealing Catra's momentum, keeping the wildcat planted to the mat." Bennett states. Nausicaa locks up Catra's arms tight, forcefully yanking her up in position for a Northern Lights Suplex, finished with a bridging pin attempt!

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"She could have been more secure with that bridge." Critic takes a dig. But as Catra tries to roll free, see has her midsection hooked up. Nausicaa tries rolling on top, but it takes a few efforts. Catra tries desperately to pry herself free from Nausicaa's grasps, but is briefly dazed by Nausicaa transitioning to hit a stiff & low bulldog.

"Barely had enough clearence, Bennett." Critic claims, but its proven wrong when Catra doesn't even fight Nausicaa off her back.

"Wrong you are again my friend." Bennett quips. "She's trying to cinch her up-…

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"She Got Her Locked In! Crossface, Crossface!" Bennett exclaims.

"Does She Have The Chickenwing Applied?!" Critic cries out.

"She Does, She Does!" Bennett asserts.

Catra's legs begin waving like spaghetti, trying to grab in vain to any nearby set of ropes. Nausicaa quickly manages to hook the lower left leg, but is struggling to keep the right one under wraps. But the chickenwing nevertheless creates a strangle that Catra will have to fight to hell and back to get free of.

"San and Catra had been egging on the other to win via submission. San may not get the satisfaction of doing it, but Catra will be demoralized being forced to tap to the COO on our grandest stage!" Bennett exclaims.

"TAP! TAP! TAP..TAP!..tap" The crowd was chanted, but Catra was denying a quick submission.

"You think Catra's thorny façade is just a show? There's a reason she's show abrasive. She'll double down, she'll hang on until she passes out!" Critic declares.

Catra makes a sacrifice, allowing Nausicaa to fully lay in across her back.. But by doing so she has freed up her unhooked right knee & toes, using them to try and nudge her way forward to the closest set of ropes she can make out over Nausicaa's arm. She's trying desperately to pivot just one part of herself under the ropes to force a break…

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"Nausicaa Felt Catra Slipping Away, Adapts On The Fly!" Bennett exclaims.

"And Into The Crossface!" Critic shouts over Bennett, as The Princess of The Valley Of The Wind instantly returns to submitting, now just with a crossface.

"Nausicaa Has Her Dead Center In The Ring, If Catra Cared About Her Safety She'd Tap And Live To Fight Another Day!" Bennett exclaims.

"Say Goodbye To A Straight Neck!" Critic shouts.

Catra's free right hand paws around, trying desperately to gain ANY sort of grip upon the blue mat. She still tries to nudge herself in desperation to the left, she's wanting to about face and try to drag herself and Nausicaa into her own corner where Adora awaits….

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Nausicaa Begins Stomping Away At Catra's Free Hand, San Pumping Her Fist Over The Rope From Afar Cheering Her On!

"Nausicaa Getting Into The Grit Like San, Smartly Trying To Take That Hand Out!" Bennett exclaims, polarizing gasps and cheers spark across the crowd…

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"OH MY GOD! SHE SLIPPED OUT! HOW DID-" Critic cries out As CATRA QUICKLY JUMPS UPON NAUSICAA'S BACK, APPLYING HER OWN VARIANT OF A CROSSFACE!

"Catra Frees Herself, That Sneaky Cat Finds A Wrinkle To Worm Through! She's Got Nausicaa Caught!" Bennett exclaim.

"Look At Her Flailing Her Arms About, She's In Shock!" Critic adds, Catra trying desperately to keep the crossface locked in as Nausicaa spirals about on the floor…

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"And She Ends That Fright In A Hurry." Bennett states, Catra being forced to let go.

Catra falls flat along the side of her ribs, in clear agony from her neck down her spine. Nausicaa is holding her jaw, using her other hand to guide her way along the ropes toward the northeastern corner. Her head whips back, taking a few much needed gasps of air to try and think. She sees San wanting to be tagged in. But seeing her partner on shaky legs and only standing from the grace of the ropes scares her away from that option, at least not yet. Catra is visibly wounded, snaking on hands and knees till her head brushes against the southern ropes.

Nausicaa pursues for Catra, but her charge is blunted as Catra shoots up to her feet and gives a short but stiff elbow square to the face. Nausicaa holds her jaw yet again, eyes looking back up to catch gaze upon Catra springboarding from the second rope, Stunner!

"Springboard Stunner, Catra Rebound With." Bennett describes, Nausicaa staggering before falling to the mat within the Best Friends Squad's corner. Catra deliriously staggers and makes a tag, one that this time seems to get a complete positive rise out of the crowd.

Adora tries running over and deadlifting Nausicaa, but the Princess of The Valley Of The Wind worms her way free and down to the mat. She scampers for safety in the southwestern corner, but gets a stiff jab of the knee to the back of the head, jaw jackknifed into the corner pad.

"Adora is honing in that jaw, Catra must have tweaked something ajar there." Bennett states.

Nausicaa still is clawing for freedom, a hand curls tight over the top rope. She pulls herself above and free on the top of the ring post. Adora is close behind, a few quick punches pound into Nausicaa's spinal discs and kidneys.

"Oh man, she's limp!" Critic pops over the crowd with, Nausicaas head dangling to one side as Adora takes full control…

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"SHES JUST WHACKED NAUSICAA OFF THE MAP!" Critic exclaims, the crowd gasping and cheering for the mere awe of the fall….

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"THE CAT-ON, CAT-ON, THE CAT-ON!" Critic shouts, a quick renaming of a Hardy finish. The now lifeless Catra is pushed aside by Adora, getting the pin to make her and her partners sacrifices count…

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"fffff-f-f…That Was Three! That Was Three!" Critic blurts out, holding back a profanity from frustration.

"It May Have Been But San Won't Ever Let Us Know." Bennett puts it.

Adora swings back up to a seated position, elbow swinging blindly for San but no contact. She's flimsily scattered out of reach. Adora struggles to her feet, she too took some unwanted fall damage. San slides in, making for a short but effective baseball slide displacing Adora's right leg, the Princess of Power skidding awkwardly to the canvas. But quickly danger closes in upon the Wolf Girl, Catra staggers to her feet and lurches forward.

"San's in hot water. She's trying to get out." Bennett states.

"San's a wounded wolf, she can still bite though!" Critic claims as Catra goes for a roundhouse kick, San ducks and continues her hasty retreat. Her back hits the ropes, she wasn't paying attention, a second roundhouse catches her square in the face!

San's stunned, her right wrist and forearm contorted in a unnatural manner. Catra keeps on that injured arm til Adora burst back into action, taking hold of the other arm. Together they throw San as hard as they can to the ropes, not really caring how she goes through or over, just as long as she's out…

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"Ooof…taking out a knee while out of gas herself." Bennett mentions, Adora buckling to the canvas and grasping briefly at that targeted knee.

"She's been doing the heavy lifting of her team lately, this is her only second match in her career.." Critic remarks.

Catra tries to pull her closet friend back up to continue, but San quickly Clamps Down Upon The Targeted Knee! Quickly Trying To Lock It Any Sort Of Vise! Catra drops Adora's arm and instead pries San as far away as she can, stumbling and hiptossing her into the Maiden's side of the ring. Catra fades into the background of the match, going after San some more while Adora is taking a brief inspection of the knee.

"COME ON, LETS FINISH THEM!" Catra shouts, trying to snap Adora back to the task at hand. Adora was the legal partner, afterall, only she could technically end this at present.

Adora nods, grabbing Nausicaa by the waist. Catra got San's arm hooked tightly, awaiting to release her in some violent form of a clothesline…

"Catra and Adora, setting up to knock some skulls together." Bennett describes.

"The Maidens skulls." Critic clarifies…

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"Their Smooshing-Cringe Bond Is Not Enough To Stop The Stereos!" Critic shouts, Catra in particularly appearing to be spiked upside down into the bottom of the corner pad nastily!

"The Stereo Exploders, Becoming A Trademark Of The Maidens, Will It Be Enough!?" Bennett cries out as Nausicaa, pulls Adora away from the corner with one fierce tug of the arm before piling across the shoulders….

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"No! It Won't Cut It!" Bennett exclaims.

"But She Landed Shoulders & Neck First!" Critic points out.

"It Didn't Cut!" Bennett reaffirms.

"Oh My God!" Critic exhausts.

Nausicaa's head shot up upon the shoulder rising, stunned….and slowly sinking her head back down realizing the kickout to be valid. Her back arks and recoils, finding the energy deep down to keep going and try something even grander than the Stereos to put Adora down for the count. While she's thinking, a jumping San catches her attention. Her partner's hand is extended, wanting more than anything to get back in and be the one to put the exclamation on the match.

"San's back in the corner, wanting to finish Adora off. She wants the honor, she wants the satisfaction." Bennett states.

"Nausicaa tags San in, there's no telling what more San will sacrifice. Most likely her hole body just for the slightest dig. Its not wise, Nausicaa." Critic claims.

"Nausicaa's back is fried after the Electric Chair Drop, Critic." Bennett reminds his colleague and the home crowd.

"Let San squabble with Catra, that's all they want to do anyways. Let the pros finish it off." Critic replies.

Nausicaa considers…

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And Drags Adora Into The Maidens Corner, Pointing A Finger At San. Clear Instructions Are Given To Finish This As Quickly As Can Be…

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The Tag Is Made, Nausicaa Casting Off Adora's Right Foot For San To Take Possession Of.

"Alright, lets see if San can keep here eye on the championship that awaits a few rounds head." Bennett states, San immediately motioning for Nausicaa…

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Who Scales The Northwestern Corner, San Taking A Jab At The Right Knee, Before Pinning Adora's Shoulder Under The Other Foot…

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"not going to be much of a Leap of Faith, is it?" Critic deadpans, considering Adora's trapped…

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As Nausicaa Delivers Her Variant Of The Diving Headbutt, The Leap Of Faith, Before Rolling Out Of The Ring…

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"Oh God! San's Not Done!" Bennett exclaims…

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As San CRADLES ADORA UP IN THE AIR, DRIVING HER HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH THE MONONOKE DRIVER (CRADLE PILEDRIVER)!

"The Mononoke Driver, When Was The Last Time She Broke That Out?!" Critic exclaims.

"Not Since Her Early Solo Days In NCW!" Bennett states. "Adora's Out Cold!"

San isn't sloppy, either, Grapevining The Leg With The Injured Knee Up For A Tight Pin…

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CATRA DIVES INTO THE VIEW OF THE HARD CAMERA, BREAKING UP THE PIN AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MILISECOND!

"DAMN!" Bennett exclaims, the crowd popping into the polarizing responses. "She Plays Her Part Well, Breaking It Up AGAIN!"

"Adora Is Not Moving, Catra Saved It All For The Both Of Them!" Critic shouts AS SAN HAS IMMEDIATELY POUNCED UPON CATRA, WAILING AWAY WITH PUNCHES!

"San's Patience Going Up Like Dry Timber!" Bennett declares.

"She's Gonna Kill Her!" Critic cries out as Catra tries desperately to push San off of her, only to get Lou Thesz Press'd To The Canvas, A Flurry Of Fierce Punches Come Down Across Her Forehead…San's Knuckles Come Up The Final Time With A Few Drips Of Crimson. Nausicaa Rushes Back Into The Ring, To The Protest Of Referee Tarr, To Try And Get Things Back In Line In A Hurry. The Maidens Cast Catra Away Toward The Ropes, Anticipating A Rebound They Catch…

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"TOTAL ELIMINATION!" Critic exclaims, doing a both mocking yet flattering attempt at a Joey Style screech, dueling leg sweeps to the feet and skull mow down Catra, she's visibly out of commission as Nausicaa tugs her body to the outside. The hard camera zooms in a bit closer to the in ring action.

"Catra Is Down A Life, I Am Certain Of It." Bennett states. "The playing field is just to San & Adora. Adora has NOT moved from the Mononoke Driver."

San head tilts toward Adora, realizing the perfect opportunity she has…

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Weaving the legs and arms around Adora's neck….

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And ALMOST fastening her pentagram choke around the Princess Of Power, only kept from full lock by Adora instinctively weaving a forearm close to her neck.

"URUFU ROKKU! URUFU ROKKU!" Bennett shouts.

"No, No! Adora's Keeping The Legs From Tightening!" Critic observes. "Ah, But For How Long? She's Going To Loose Blood To The Arm First!"

"She's Going To Loose Blood The Head If She Doesn't Get Out In Time!" Bennett adds.

One Can See Just How Awkward The Arm & Elbow Wedge Between San's Vise. Adora Is Going To Have To Act Quick Before Her Arm Gives. She's Not In The Dead Center Of The Ring, But The Ropes Are Still A Distance. The Nearest Ropes Are In Maiden Territory. Her Digs Start Heeling, Trying To Tug Her & San's Bodies Toward The Ropes…

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Adora Is Forced To Pull Her Arm Away, San Locks On The Urufu Rokku Completely, Crowd Gasps!...

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Adora Can't Fully Reach The Ropes, But Manages To Push Off…

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And The Air Seems To Leave The Crowd As Adora Just Can't Quite Teeter Back Over For A Rolling Pin Attempt…

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Adora Rolls To Her Right, Putt All Of Her & San's Weight Down On San's Feeble Right Arm!

"Oh, Quick Thinking!" Critic exclaims, the crowd thinking likely wise as cheers ring out. San Slackens The Hold, Having To Use Both arms And Legs To Right Adora Back In A Seated Position…

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But ADORA SHOOTS UP TO HER FEET, HER BEYES BLUER THAN EVER, SAN'S ON HER SHOULDERS BUT THE RIGHT KNEE IS GIVING….

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SAN IS FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAMMED, A HAPPY ACCIDENT, FREEING ADORA!

"Her Knee Gave Fully!" Critic cried out.

"But She Still Powered Out!" Bennett exclaimed. "She Got Over The Hurdle Of The Uruffu Rokku…"

"But Where Does She Go?" Critic asked.

"Oh She's Firing On All Cylinders!" Bennett claims, as Adora is seething, hands moving frantically to help her toward her corner. Her legs, however, are moving far slower than her mind.

We see as Adora is scratching and clawing away toward the corner from the cameraman standing behind said corner. San will not leave Adora go, tying herself down more and more upon the right knee. There's not pretty knots around the leg, just a rampaging wolf girl pounding with all her might to disintegrate the knee, Nausicaa leaning over in vain to get San to quickly deviate and make a tag. Nausicaa feels she can finish this…

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But her hopes change when in the foreground the back of Catra's ears shoot over the viewfinder. She's Back Up In Her Corner. Limp, Leaning Over The Rope To Stand, But Standing Nevertheless!

"Catra's Up! Catra's On Deck!" Bennett exclaims.

"No, she THINKS she's on deck. She SHOULDN'T be." Critic claims.

"I Thought You Were Rooting For Them?" Bennet questions.

"Hey, Don't Criticize My Criticizing You Critic!" Critic shouts back.

Adora Nudges Closer And Closer…

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Nausicaa Winces In Frustration As Catra & Adora Make Their Hot Tag!

Catra, Whose Brown Fur Is Stained In A Small Stream Of Blood Off The Side Of Her Eye, Charges In! San Dropped The Knee, Standing To Meet Catra. They Meet In A Scuffle, Both Trying To Grab The Other's Arm So They Can Irish Whip. Catra Tries Pulling San In With A Ripcord Lariat, San Shoot Her Knee Up To Catra's Chest To Keep Separation. San Tries Hoping On One Leg, Rolling To The Mat And Pulling Catra To The Mat With A Armdrag…

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Go For The Uruffu Rokku Is Not, Catra Slips Away Quick Enough. She Does Wince In Pain As San Launches Two Shoot Kicks To Her Back, However!

"San Keeping The Heat On!" Bennett exclaims….

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But Catra Goes Prone To Avoid The Running Knee Meant To Nearly Decapitate Her…

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San Rebounds, Grabbing Hold Of Catra And Putting Her To The Canvas With A Ranhei…

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AND IMMEDIATELY APPLIES THE URUFFU ROKKU AFTERWARDS!

"THERE IT IS! SAN FINALLY GOT CATRA WHERE SHE'S WANTED HER ALL MATCH!" Bennett exclaims.

"Adora Broke Free Of It, Though!" Critic recalls feverishly.

"She Did, But Adora Got The Raw Strength Of The Team. Catra's Been Good At The Jabs!" Bennett cries out.

"She Reversed The Crossface!" Critic reminds.

"She Slipped Out Of The Crossface, But She Didn't Have Her Neck Wrapped Around By Legs AND Arms!" Bennett exclaims, the crowd has reached a fever pitch unsure what is to follow.

"WATCH, ADORA-" Bennett suddenly exclaims…

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As Adora tried to jump in to rescue Catra, ONLY TO BE MET IN THE CENTER OF THE RING BY NAUSICAA! NAUSICAA STARTS TEEING OFF AT ADORA, ADORA RETURNS FIRES…

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Adora Sends Nausicaa Over The Ropes, But NAUSICAA GRABS HER BY THE HAIR & HEAD…

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VERTICAL SUPLEX OFF THE RING APRON AND TO THE FLOOR!

"OH MY GOD!" Bennett exclaims, Adora's Feet CLIPPING The barricade!

The Hard Camera Has Some Fierce Whiplash, Cutting From The Two Spilling Outside Back To The Ring. Catra's Also Trying To Use That Weakened Arm Of San's, Going As Far To BITE DOWN ON THE HAND, Referee Tarr Distracted By The Vertical Suplex…

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Catra Is Out Of The Uruffu Rokku….

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AND LOCKS SAN'S RIGHT ARM INTO THE CAT'S PAW (Fujiwara Armbar With Leg Hooked)!

"CATS PAW, CATS PAW!" Bennett exclaims.

"San Won't Tap, She Couldn't Stomach It!" Critic shouts. "Catra's Going To Tear The Muscles Apart In That Arm!"

"LETS GO SAN (TAP OUT, SAN!) LETS GO SAN (TAP OUT, SAN!)!" The Crowd Chants, San Flailing Wildly Around The Ring. But She Becomes Compromised At A Exponentially Weight, Catra Pulling Fiercer And Fiercer….

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Nausicaa Is On The Horizon, Her Orange Hair Catching Everyone's Attention As She Rises Out From The Floor Below….

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Catra Releases The Cat's Paw, Racing To The Ropes And A Jumping Roundhouse Kick Knocks Out Nausicaa, Who Collapses Back To The Floor!

"Did You Hear The Contact!?" Critic exclaims.

"Yes, Yes We All Did Doug, I'm RIGHT Here!"Bennett shouts back…

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"Catra, You Idiot!" Critic blurts out…

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NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX INTO A BRIDGING PIN!

"SAN GOING HOME WITH THE NOTHERN LIGHTS!" Bennett shouts…

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SAN CRIES OUT IN PAIN!

"Catra Got It Hooked!" Critic exclaims.

"While Pinned!?" Bennett questions as San's bridge implodes, Catra rolling around…

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AND RE-APPLYING THE CAT'S PAW!

"Now This Time…This Time There's No Where To Run, Nobody Is Coming." Critic declares.

"Nausicaa's Down, Adora's Still Out, San's Alone In The Middle With Catra Tearing Apart Her Arm. What Does San Do? What Does San Do? Will She Give To The Upstart Best Friends Squad? Will She Give? Will Catra Break San?" Bennett questions, San's writhing around comes to a halt, as there's no where to go…

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A Hand Is Seen Grabbing The Northern Ropes, Where The Vertical Suplex Dumped To Earlier…

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ITS ADORA…

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AND SAN TAPS OUT!

"SAN TAPPED! SHE TAPPED! CATRA MADE HER TAP!" Critic shrieks, the crowd popping for one last time to bookend the fight, bell ringing for closure.

"Your Winners Of The Match; Adora, Catra, The Best Friends Squad!" Holo announces.

"Catra Kept Her Word!" Bennett exclaims. "Submitting San and pushing her team a round closer to the tournament."

"I Never Doubted It For A Moment!" Critic claims.

"Oh Bulls***, you turned on her so quickly with things were going south." Bennett reminded his colleague.

Catra lets San go, whipping her shoulder blades upon the canvas. At last she could take in unrestricted breaths. Adora crawls hurriedly on her knees, embracing Catra in her arms. She pulls Catra from the canvas, helping her stand as she raises the wildcat's hand, Referee Tarr raising the Princess of Power's. They turn to repeat the motion, facing the fans opposite of them. The crowd is still split of genuine support, but there is not anyone who abstained from the respectful applause.

"There were moments Catra & Adora were shining bright, but the Maidens seemed to have things in control. Adora was limp after the Mononoke Driver." Bennett states. "But the early shots on San's right arm set the stages for continually strafing and finally the Cat's Paw."

"Alright, your all raving about respect. Everyone's giving you it...except the two you wanted it most from." Critic mutters.

As Catra & Adora came down from the high of victory, their eyes shifted over to the Maidens corner. San had come to and shuffled up to the bottom of the corner pad, Nausicaa had staggered around the ring to console her tag partner. The injured arm would not leave her grasp, even as Nausicaa tried to examine it herself. The Wolf Girl slide under the bottom rope abruptly, and began to make the long walk down the auxiliary ramp. Nausicaa slowly following, looking back one final time at the victorious newcomers.

"Nausicaa tried to keep her composure cool as always but...even she began to come unfrayed near the end." Bennett adds, the Maidens disappearing down the aisle, while Catra & Adora are allowed to have the ring fully to themselves for a few more moments.

"Enjoy your victory now...you still got two more vicious fights ahead if you want to be the first Soul Tag Champs." Critic reminds.