Re: The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

by Tatyina Wed Sep 17, 2014 12:11 am

"Hmph!" Migiri crossed her arms under her chest when the referee butted in. When she started pushing River away, the toddler titan pulled down her eye lid and stuck her tongue out at River. "Nnnnnnnnn!"

Once thatw as finished, she looked back to Gwendolyn and gasped, pushing her fingertips to her open mouth. "Curl-tan!" She said in a worried tone. "That icky Smokey-tan didn't huwt you, did she!/" Migiri said as if her and Gwen were on the team and not Gwendolyn and River.

She then bounded over to Gwendolyn and reached out for those luscious golden curls, intent on pulling the heiress into another standing breast smother.

by **killcarrion** Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:24 am

As if the clock to the jaw wasn't enough, the rumblings from the shoving match and incessant shouting were guaranteeing the heiress an unpleasant headache upon awakening. Fluttering her eyes open to the luminous rooflights way above her, the heiress shifted herself up by her elbows before sitting and slumping over with one hand cupping her chin. Groaning out loud as her memory came back to her in bits and pieces as to where she was and what just transpired, she looked to her left to spot the lone cowgirl in her corner...though it wasn't until a creeping shadow was cast over Gwen that she was reminded of her dire predicament. Twisting her golden curled head towards the shadow to witness the terrifying toddler towering ominously above, her eyes widened with nary a hint of a voice escaping her opened mouth...Thank god for fight or flight instincts.

Feeding off pure fear soaked adrenaline the heiress scurried embarrassingly but effectively between Migiri's legs, lifting herself to her feet for a full on sprint towards her corner. If by some miracle she finally escaped Migiri's cuddling clutches, upon reaching her corner rather than just tagging in the smoking renegade Gwen opted to have a few choice words for her oh so helpful partner.

Both hands would clench River's shirt collar and yank her upper torso over the top rope with a new found rage fueled strength that brought the two close enough to nearly butt foreheads. Her dilated pupils and gnashing teeth were fairly obvious signs that the heiress was not too pleased with the misdirected pummeling she took from River's hands, fighting the urge to exact sweet revenge against her partner for not only the flooring punch but pushing her into Migiris waiting arms in the first place which led to as of yet the most humiliating act she forced to endure in this league...but for now she still needed the traitorous cretin to have any hope in hell of walking out this ring with a victory, and she had no intention of being put through all that for nothing.

"HIT...THEM!!!!" Gwendolyn snarled through gritted teeth and a twitching eye while pointing at Migiri and the opposing corner. Once she felt her partner was properly instructed on WHO she was fighting in this match, the fuming heiress would release River and roll outside where her entourage would shower her with tips, towels, and fresh water. As strange as it was, the ref decided to count that as a tag in.

by Tatyina Wed Sep 17, 2014 5:35 am

Migiri almost had a hand on Gwendolyn's luxurious curls when suddenly the girl crawled through her legs. Migir continued to bend over and looked through her legs as her hair flopped upside down. "Huh?" She said as she watched Gwendolyn angrily instruct River.

Migiri stood upright and scratched her head. When the ref signaled tag, Migiri pouted and crossed her arms. She stomped over to her own corner and smacked Tiffany's shoulder. "You can pway with Smokey-tan. She's yucky." The dainty toddler said and stepped through the ropes with a cute 'harrumph!' of her own.

by **acuyra** Wed Sep 17, 2014 6:58 am

When Gwen grabbed her by the collar and pulled her forward, Styx got the image of a poodle trying to start shit with a Rottweiler. It went poorly for the poodle in her little daydream, and she wound up seriously regretting that move, At least, for the 2.7 seconds she was still physically capable of regretting anything.

Styx didn't say anything. Didn't put much expression into it. She just watched Gwen slide out of the ring and let her little pit crew tend to her every needs. Snobby little rich bitch, having the whole world at her fingertips. Ordering her around like she had a right. Styx thought getting mauled by Migiri might teach her a lesson, but apparently not. She needed a much more personal, private touch.

Later.

For now, though, Styx had a cowgirl to fuck up. She stepped back over the top rope and made her way to the center of the ring, waiting for her dance partner to come in and get things started. "Hey, Dolly Parton, I'm curious." She called out to Tiffany, calm all over. "Which strip club did you steal that outfit from? The Smut Hut? Crazy Horse?"

by **acuyra** Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:08 pm

valen311 wrote:"Your mom's house." Tiffany snapped back after she stepped through the ropes and got into the ring. "What's your story, did you decide to go out and rob a Hot Topic?"

Clenching a fist with one hand and beckoning River with the other, she added, "Really though, ain't neither one us interested in the others fashion sense. So, you ready to do this, 'Smokey-tan?'"
The whole Migiri experience was unsettling to the cowgirl, and Tiffany was more than ready to get things back to something more familiar. Something like a fight, and unless Smokey, dammit, River was a total poser, she'd definitely deliver....

acuya wrote:Styx had a quick, hard laugh at the cowgirl's taunt. Not bad. Would've been better if not for a few details.

"Sorry cunt, haven't seen my mother in about four years. But if you were there for a desperate fuck, good on you. Fat chicks need love, too, huh?" She stepped forward as Tiffany beckoned her on, ready to give her everything she was asking for right upside that vapid and vacuous head. "And speaking of fashion, just a head's up - I'm stealing that hat."

With that said, Styx took a few hard steps towards Tiffany and got her hands up, looking for the tie-up. She could guess the little bimbo had some power in those bones, but the only way to tell how much was to get up close and personal, see how their power compared. From there she could work on a plan, figure out a way to keep Migiri out of this and get the double-team on.

valen311 wrote:"And that's officially more than I needed to know about your momma." Tiffany replied. "As for wantin' to steal my hat, well, people in hell want ice water, but that ain't happening."

Stepping forward she locked up with River, and looked her straight in the eyes. Then with a grunt of effort she began to push against River, trying to drive her backwards towards a corner. However, River was at least as solidly built as she was. Still the cowgirl was game, digging her heels into the mat and pushing off hard....

acuya wrote:Styx just scoffed. "Hey, don't get pissy at me. You broached the subject, Dolly."

She met up with Tiffany and got into a hard struggle, finding a stalemate in the middle of the ring. Styx would give up a little ground, then she'd push hard and send Tiffany back some. She'd gain a few steps, look like she was making progress, but then Tiffany would dig her heels in and wash it all away. Styx still thought she was the stronger one, here, but outside of a bench-pressing contest, she doubted it was provable. At the rate this was going, they'd be at this all night.

Yeah. Fuck that.

Styx pulled her head back and jerked forward, trying to slam their skulls together and break up the dick-measuring contest. It would hurt, sure, but if Tiffany got the worst of it, that was all good. She had the cowgirl's measure, and she wanted to start rolling in earnest.

valen311 wrote:It felt as if she was making headway against River. Wait no, the other woman just managed to push her back...and kept pushing. However, the cowgirl managed to tally back and get back to an even position.

She grinned to herself. At this rate it would be a test of stamina, she guessed.

Then Styx jerked her head forward and crashed their skulls together. Reeling, Tiffany dropped to a knee with a surprised gasp of pain.

"Oh, you bitch," she groaned out....

acuya wrote:Styx stumbled back a bit from the blow, but she didn't fall to her knees like Tiffany. Sh managed to brace herself for the impact and lean on the ropes for support, staying upright for a small advantage. Still, hitting the cowgirl's head took a bigger toll than with most of the other people she'd cracked head with over the years. Both of them got their daily calcium.

"Yeah, I'm a bitch." She rolled her eyes as she started to stand up straight. "What was I thinking, attacking you in a wrestling match? Silly me."

Styx let out a a hoarse grunt and bounced off the ropes for some added momentum, charging towards Tiffany with all the speed she could muster. She raised her knee the moment before they crashed and tried ram it right in the bitch's, mess up whatever cosmetic surgery she may or may not have had done up there.

valen311 wrote:Still staggered from the headbutt, the Texan didn't see Styx begin to run towards her.

She just managed to look up just in time to catch River's knee directly in the face. The attack knocked her flat on her back and blurred her vision.

Shaking her head to try and clear it, Tiffany felt a surge at anger and clung to it as she glared at River.
*Alright, that girl wants to fight, then fine, she'll get a fight!* she thought to herself.
Although, admittedly, Tiffany was definitely working from a disadvantage at the moment. ...

acuya wrote:The feel of Styx's knee connecting with Tiffany's face was everything she thought it would be and so much more. The sensation of bone connecting with bone, that stupid look on her face as went flailing, the way she was now on her back before Styx, open to so many lovely things...why, it made Styx want to sing. So she did.

"The taste of love is sweet..." She muttered a little Johnny Cash as she pondered her next move. Most wrestlers would probably pull her and try to get her to the turnbuckle, maybe just keep her down with a few wussy kicks. Styx had better ideas. More fun ideas. "When hearts like ours meet..."

She jumped towards the fallen cowgirl, pulled her feet in, and tried to come down hard on her chest with both feet in a vicious stomp, like she was trying to leave some permanent boot marks to remember her by. Subtlety wasn't her thing, she was going to take this bitch down by chunks.

valen311 wrote:River Styx was by not a light girl, by any means. And those boot of hers probably added another ten to twenty pounds on top of her already substantial frame. Tiffany became painfully aware of these facts as her opponent's boot came crashing down onto her chest.

Pain suddenly exploded throughout her chest after the impact registered. Realizing she couldn't stay on the receiving end of this kind of punishment much longer, the Texan would roll, looking to quickly escape under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Getting her feet under her, Tiffany would make sure to keep River in her field of vision even as she took deep breaths to refill her lungs.....

killcarrion wrote:"You almost had her that one time!!! When you...uh...did...the uh...the lighting in this arena, there's no way you would have seen the uh...uhm..."

....The uplifting commentary from her entourage was hardly improving the heiress' mood, growing a twitching vein in her forward from their less than stellar attempts. Looking back over her shoulder whilst sitting on the ring apron, she observed her partner finally making herself useful as the dense, blunt instrument Gwendolyn intended to utilize her towards. Though upon witnessing the cowgirl beating a hasty retreat from River's continued pummeling, devious thoughts crept into her mind as to how to regain some dignity and vent some fresh and appropriately earned frustrations. Gwen wildly flailed her hands at her two incompetent helpers in an effort to shoo them away before she stepped down and started to creep along the outside of the ring towards Tiffany. The heiress can fire those two later anyway....

Crouched low and peeking around the corner, she observed that the cowgirl was giving River her undivided attention, appropriately so after just having the punk girls boot treads imbedded into her chest. *Success is when opportunity meets preparation...* Gwen deviously thought to herself while she slyly yet swiftly approached Tiffany from her blindside, appearing decidedly more feral with a toothy grin and one of her curls a frizzy mess. If unseen by all parties involved and if River kept the ref distracted, the heiress would sharply yank the Texan back by her golden locks, arching Tiffany's vertebrae before leaping and falling to her backside to drive both her knees into the Texans spine!!

acuya wrote:Nothing quite like the feel of two tits getting squashed under your boots. Styx had come to savor that sensation over the years, but it had been a criminally long time since she'd had the opportunity. When this was over, she would have to thank Tiffany for giving it to her again. If she was still conscious at the time, of course.

"I fell for you like a child." Styx kept her little smirk up as Tiffany rolled out of the ring, as if that was any sort of way to escape the ass-kicking. This girl clearly had no idea who she was fucking with if she thought that would buy her more than a few seconds. "Oh, but the fire went wild..."

She started to follow her out and continue the beating, when she saw Gwen creeping out the corner of her eye. Good. Smart. She might have been a prissy little prima-donna princess, but she knew how to take advantage of a situation, and Styx could respect that. Her task was simple, to distract the referee and keep her occupied. Now, how could she do that?

"Hey, ref." Styx called at the referee and made her turn around. "Do you want to fuck?"

The referee's eyes widened, like it was the most stunning question she'd ever been asked. It actually might have been, too. "Excuse...excuse me?"

Styx took a step forward, looking her straight in the eyes. "Plain English, you heard me." She got in her face and looked at her with lusty eyes. "Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?"

"What, like right now?" She held her hands up and arched her back, like she wanted to back away but was too afraid to take an actual step. "You kind of smell..."

valen311 wrote:Tiffany was also taken aback by Styx ' s vulgar proposal to the referee. But, it also meant that the flustered girl wasn't doing her job and counting the cowgirl out.

However, the Texan's inexperience in tag team matches showed here, as she was caught completely unaware by Gwendolyn. The rich woman's knees drove into her back sending her writhing onto the floor with a loud shout of pain!

Tatyina wrote:Migiri was sucking on her thumb while Ti-tan and Smokey-tan had their stupid battle. It was pretty boring to watch them slug it out. She just wished she could go back to playing with Curl-tan again. Now THERE was a girl who was fit for tea time at the Palace of Friendship! The Huaghty and Exceptional Sir Hugginton sure would have some stories to tell her.

Migiri had her eyes focused on Gwendolyn while the girl barked at her lackeys. However, soon she began to creep around and sneaked over to their side. Migiri gasped in delight! Maybe Curl-tan wanted to play again for real!? But the sly toddler knew that she was eying Tiffany. The cowgirl had gotten herself in a vulnerable position. Migiri should probably help her but she just carefully watched while she suckled on her thumb.

As Gwendolyn executed her stealthy maneuver, Migiri began to clap. "Oooh! Curl-tan is back to pwaying again!?" She chirped and bent her knees. It was a shame that Tiffany was underneath Gwendolyn. Migiri really DID like Tiffany. Maybe she'd make it up to the cowgirl someday but she really wasn't interested in playing with horsies and cattle. She was a dainty and refined woman, after all.

"Me too!" She yelled with glee as she launched herself from the apron to splash herself onto Gwendolyn and Tiffany.

by **killcarrion** Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:30 pm

With her stealth attack so far a resounding success, Gwen rolled to her side to prop herself on her knees beside the agonized cowgirl. The back bending maneuver was practically therapeutic for Gwendolyn after her embarrassing outing against Migiri, finally having the opportunity to work her magic and demonstrate her refined wrestling prowess. The audience was crying foul due to her interference but luckily for Gwen her incompetent partner was on the same wavelength with her in keeping the striped referee distracted with her stomach churning offer.

Sneering downwards towards Tiffany, the heiress bent over to dig her hands into Tiff’s golden locks in utmost confidence that her luck may have turned around with Tiff exposing herself to be the weak link her and River would need to exploit to salvage a win. But the heiress would barely lift the drained cowgirls face of the mat before she noticed a shadow blotting out some roof lights being accompanied by a chipper sing song~ voice that was starting to haunt Gwen’s subconscious.

“GAAHH!!” Gwen wouldn’t even have time to turn her curled head to see her before the airborne toddler titan splashed down upon the heiress with a resounding impact that even left a few wincing audience members feeling sorry for poor Gwen. The heiress body jolted sharply in shock before falling limp with her breasts pressed against the cowgirls back and groaning over her shoulder, who may have gotten the worse out of this situation after being squashed at the bottom of this sweaty, curvaceous and blonde haired wrestler sandwich.

by **acuyra** Sat Oct 11, 2014 6:47 am

Styx was very, very good at distracting people when she wanted to be, but even she couldn't draw the referee's attention away from the sound of a giant woman-child crushing a rich bitch and a cowgirl under her behemoth body. Her chance to scratch was 'referee fucking' off her bucket list was sadly erased, as the official moved over to the ropes and started to count.

Styx's first instinct was to jump over the ropes and join the pile, make it a double-decker sandwich with her on top and a pancakedTiffany at the bottom. The idea of crushing her under about, oh, six hundred pounds definitely appealed. But she had to think of the risks, too. She might hurt herself in the process, never mind hurting Gwen, which, while it would be amusing, would severely hamper her plans to actually win this match. She was also risking a brawl with Migiri, and while she didn't mind that idea so much, she would have preferred to do it with the referee not watching and her brass knuckles in hand.

Styx contemplated all this for about two seconds, before she just decided to do it anyway. Too fun to pass up. "Fuck it."

She climbed over the ropes as fast as she could, leaped off the apron, and tried to come down on Migiri...and Gwen....and Tiffany with an elbow drop.

by valen311 Sun Oct 12, 2014 8:40 am

Tiffany was still shellshocked from Gwen's earlier assault. The heiress began to lift her up....only to have a large shadow loom over them. The Texan's eyes widened as her so called partner pancaked them both! A loud cry burst from her lips as Migiri's mass flattened her and her fellow blonde into the floor.

Trapped beneath the weight of two people, Tiffany blinked as she saw River step onto the ring's apron.

"Oh, fuck me..." she breathed as the brawler's intentions were made all too clear as she prepared herself to jump.
*If I live through this match, I'm going to kick the hell out of everyone involved, one sorry soul at a time....* she had time to think before River Styx added her substantial weight to the pile that was on top of her with a leaping elbow drop, causing her to howl in agony!

by Tatyina Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:54 am

"Ghk!"

Migiri's eyes widened as River crashed against her bulky frame. With two other cuties underneath her, she was well protected from the hard floor outside the ring. However, the crash of River on top of her didn't feel pretty. "Owwwwaaaahhh!" She began to whine and suddenly started thrashing and bucking to try and throw River off her.

"GETOFFMEGETOFFMEGETOFFME!" She shrieked.

by **killcarrion** Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:54 pm

Gwens position in the multi-wrestler pile up was definitely the most…..heated, flattened between the pancaked cowgirl and the plus sized toddler. The monstrous, 200 plus pound splash left her a hot, heaving mess with barely any air left in her lungs.

*This...is...ludicrous...why isn't that...blasted referee...keeping this infantile behemoth...from interfering!?* Gwen wearily thought to herself, unable to comprehend the utter hypocrisy of her thought processes at the moment.

Groggily lifting her head up, the heiress looked forward with half open eyes and extended a shaky arm outward. Nothing actually in her vicinity that she was reaching out for, more like the pleading imagery of reaching out for help from where ever it could come....cause it sure wasn't coming from her partner.

"GAAHH!!" The sudden added weight of River was the cherry on the cake, her legs jerking up once again before falling limply along with the rest of her, squashed lifeless.....again.

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