Baby Bump Battle 4 - The Mild But Firm Pressure Awakens

[Youngbritishbitch]

Seventeen years later...

The record stood at:

* **1240 fights**
* **242 wins: Samantha**
* **242 wins: Tori**
* **756 draws**

No one talked about the draws.

Because the draws suggested something neither side was willing to admit:

Perfect balance.

---

They stood inside it.

The structure.

Vast.

Curved.

Unfinished.

A looming spherical lattice of LEGO, incomplete in a way that felt less like construction...

...and more like anticipation.

Emily looked up.

"I'm just saying," she muttered, "this feels like a terrible idea."

Hannah didn't look up.

"It's been a terrible idea since the fork," she said.

---

At the center platform--

Samantha and Tori faced each other.

Still.

Focused.

Seventeen years of identical outcomes had refined them into something precise.

Efficient.

Infuriatingly equal.

---

Above them--

On opposite sides--

Stood their mentors.

---

**Masteress Celeste** stood in the light.

She always did.

Not by accident.

She never missed.

In her hand: the **cobrakailorian responder utensil**, held with quiet authority.

"The Mild But Firm Pressure," she said, "is balance."

---

Across from her--

In slightly worse lighting, but absolutely committed to it--

Stood **Barth "with a th, not a f" Vadder "with plural ones d's"**.

He had introduced himself that way every single time.

No one had ever asked him to.

"Balance," Barth said, "is limitation."

He adjusted his glasses.

"The legends are clear."

"They are not," Emily said immediately.

"No one asked," Barth replied.

---

Masteress Celeste did not look at him.

"The legends speak of *the chosen two*."

Barth shook his head.

"They speak of *the chosen ones*."

"That's the same thing," Hannah said.

"It is *not*," Barth snapped. "Ones implies expansion. Potential. Continuation."

Emily blinked.
"You are making that up as you go."

"I am interpreting," Barth said.

---

Emily leaned toward Hannah.

"They could just call them Sam and Tori."

"They absolutely could," Hannah said.

"They won't."

"They physically cannot."

---

Below--

Samantha moved.

Tori mirrored.

Of course she did.

---

"Fight 1241," Barth announced.

---

A breath.

A shift.

---

Samantha stepped forward--

Mild.

But firm.

---

Tori responded--

Equally mild.

Equally firm.

---

Celeste nodded.

"Yes..."

Barth frowned.

"...Insufficient."

---

The pressure in the air changed.

Subtle.

But undeniable.

---

Samantha pushed harder.

---

Tori countered cleaner.

---

Faster now--

Sharper--

Less symmetrical--

---

Above--

Barth raised his hand slightly.

The pressure darkened.

Not violent.

But heavier.

Less patient.

---

Masteress Celeste adjusted the angle of the **cobrakailorian responder utensil**.

Light returned.

Steady.

Measured.

---

"They're interfering," Emily said.

"They've been interfering since 2009," Hannah replied.

---

At the center--

A break.

A slip.

A moment--

---

Tori had an opening.

A real one.

Clear.

Undeniable.

---

She didn't take it.

---

Samantha froze.

Confused.

---

They separated.

Stepped back.

---

Silence.

---

Barth frowned.

"...Why hesitate?"

Masteress Celeste spoke softly.

"She didn't hesitate."

---

Below--

Tori exhaled.

"...That wasn't me."

Samantha nodded slowly.

"...Yeah. I felt that."

---

A long pause.

---

Then--

Without warning--

They both looked up.

---

Everyone followed.

---

The vast, unfinished sphere framed the sky above.

Clouds drifted.

Slow.

Weightless.

---

And there--

Centered perfectly above the structure--

Was a cloud.

---

Shaped exactly like...

A cloud.

---

Silence.

---

Masteress Celeste stepped forward.

Eyes wide.

Reverent.

"The legends..." she whispered.

Emily closed her eyes.
"Oh no."

"...are coming true."

---

She turned.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Toward Samantha.

---

"You are pregnant."

---

A beat.

---

Samantha blinked.

"...I'm a virgin."

---

From beside her--

Tori laughed.

Loud.

Immediate.

Unhelpful.

---

Masteress Celeste turned to her.

Completely serious.

"You are pregnant too."

---

The laughter stopped.

Instantly.

---

"...I'm sorry, what?" Tori said.

---

Barth stepped forward.

Hands behind his back.

Gravely.

Like a man delivering extremely important nonsense.

---

"And that's not all, Tori."

---

A pause.

---

"Your baby..."

He adjusted his glasses.

"...is Samantha's baby's father."

---

Silence.

Absolute.

Total.

Silence.

---

Emily stared.

Hannah stared.

Samantha stared.

Tori stared.

---

"...That's not how anything works," Emily said.

"Not even slightly," Hannah added.

---

Above them--

The cloud...

Remained a cloud.

---

Masteress Celeste nodded slowly.

"Yes," she said. "Exactly as foretold."

---

"...BY WHO?" everyone shouted.

---

Barth didn't answer.

Masteress Celeste didn't answer.

---

Because somewhere, deep within the half-built sphere--

Something shifted.

Something aligned.

Something that, very clearly--

Was going to make this *everyone's* problem.

[Donnafights]

This is very very interesting!

[Nataliefightsyou]

Need to hear of some the fights between them

[Nataliefightsyou]