The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

Migiri's thrashing made Styx slide off, but she did manage to cop a feel of that ass on the way down. Felt good, really. Nice and plush. Worth the trouble.

"Well, that was a fun interlude, ladies. But Tiffany, here? She still owes me a dance." She grabbed Tiffany by the arm and started to pull her out of the heap. Or tried to, anyway. This was a lot of weight to yank her out from and Styx wasn't 100% sure she could get the job done, but she'd go down trying.

"Come on, Tiff." She whispered like she needed to, as a slow smile crept along her face. "You've still got plenty of bones left to break."

The Texan groaned in pain as Migiri began thrashing. Every motion the girl made sent pain shooting through her middle. If felt like something in her midsection....wasn't right.

*Great, I pop a damn rib in this damn circus match....that's just peaches and shit flavored cream.* she thought.

Of course, River wasn't going to just let her lie there. She came and began to forcibly pry Tiffany out from under the pile. The blonde gave a loud yell as the combined weight of Migiri and Gwendolyn resting on her chest and stomach prevented her from being moved.
"Oh, piss off and die, bitch!" she swore violently as she tried to yank her arm back from River and use it swing awkwardly at the woman's face while she was bent over to try and drag her away.

And of course the ref began counting....
"One!" she began, yelling out the start of the ten count that the women had to get back in the ring....

See, this was what Styx got for trying to be helpful. Here she was, just trying to getTiffany back into the ring so they could continue their match, and what did she get for her trouble? A slap in the face. Ungrateful.

She staggered back, rubbing her sore jaw. The girl had a mean punch, but it wouldn't do her much good if she couldn't even stand up to throw it the right way. Styx was not the least bit worried.

"You know what?" She smirked and looked up as the referee continued the count. "Fine. Stay here and lose by countout. Or come inside and let me rip you to pieces. Either way works fine for me. But, FYI? If you're still on this floor when the bell rings, don't think that means you're done."

She spat in Tiffany's face, just for spite, then rolled her way back into the ring.

A definite trend was emerging for Gwendolyn this woeful night. For the second time in this nightmarish match the heiress was awoken from her stupor to the sound of yelling and thrashing nearby, Gwen wearily lifting her head again from Migiri's incessant lashing about above her and the sailor language from the flattened cowgirl.

From River's tugging at the foundation and Migiri's shifting, the top heavy wrestler pile up would eventually collapse to the side with Gwendolyn sprawled out on her back spreadeagled. Her masterful plan to incapacitate Tiffany may have may have suffered from some unfortunate 200 pound hiccups but the desired result was still the same, the cowgirl perhaps suffering the worst out of all of them. With River absolutely fresh as a newly bloomed daisy and the cowgirl in the sorry state she was in, Gwen's prospects for winning the match were actually on the rise....the heiress needed to take SOMETHING positive away from this debacle.

Grimacing in agony, the heiress willed her sweat stained frame over to her front while rubbing her lower back. The numbing pain in her lumbar where Migiri made contact kept her on her hand and knees for the moment, now slowly but steadily crawling away from the former pileup towards her corner again. Gwendolyn wanted nothing to do with the rest of this match unless absolutely necessary, her attempts to intervene not going well at all for her....at all....

"3!!" The referee yelled from inside the ring.

Once Migiri managed to shake River off her, she stood up and rubbed her back. She furrowed her brow as River began to tug at Tiffany and as Gwendolyn rolled onto her back. Migiri then turned to River. This girl was ugly and she was gross and she wasn't very nice at all. She was also paying attention to Tiffany.

Migiri lowered her shoulders and cleared the distance with one big step and swung out her arm to clothesline River hard into the unforgiving ground below. "Smokey-tan! Grrrrrr!"

Right. Styx had been so busy turning Tiffany into paste that she'd almost forgotten about Migiri. Not the easiest thing to do, but she'd pulled it off, some how, and now she was going to pay for it.

She took the clothesline right on the face and fell hard on her back, hitting so hard her legs kicked up and nearly rolled her over. Styx laid down in a groaning heap, holding her lip as a few drops of blood started to leak out. "Fucking-" Her curse was lost as the blood started to swell up in her mouth, forcing her to spit off to the side.

Now that Migiri had put Smokey-tan in her place, it was time to take care ofbusiness. She reached down and unceremoniously yanked at Tiffany's hand and pulled her close, loosely hugging her for the moment. "Ti-chan, you'we doing gweat!" She encouraged. "You can take Smokey-tan! I'm going to make sure Curl-tan is ok!" She chirped and gently shoved Tiffany towards the ring. River would probably not come after Migiri unless she wanted to be counted out. At least, that was what the toddler titan thought. She had more important things to worry about and those things were slowly trying to crawl away from the scene.

"CURL-TAN!"

Migiro shouted qas she bounded over to Gwendolyn in a few quick strides. "A-Are you ok!? You'we not too huwt awe you!? I can't believe that mean ol smokey-tan would even thinkabout huwting such pwecious ladies like us!" She said with what seemed lik genuine concern in her tone and on her face.

"Whoa!" Tiffany exclaimed as the massive Migiri hauled her up, wincing as a bolt of pain shot through her midsection. At first the cowgirl was about to thank her partner for the assist, but then she toddled off to Gwendolyn.

"What the hell!?" she exclaimed, running a hand over her face.
Then she felt River's spit. Right, that nasty bitch spit on her she remembered as she wiped her hand off on her shorts.

The count reached five as Tiffany turned to River, taking advantage of the moment to fire not, not two, but three kicks into the stricken woman's ribs, punctuating each blow with a loud yell of wrath. Then she would turn and head back into the ring as the referee called "Six!"

Styx's first instinct was to go after Migiri and clock the baby bitch in the back of her blue bonnet, but she was a little distracted by Tiffany's foot and the painful way it crashed into her stomach. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She groaned out with every kick, rolling along on the floor as her guts got rearranged. The girl had a kick like a cheap mule, and it was enough to keep Styx down for another two seconds.

8...!

If she lost this match by a damn countout, someone was going to die. Not even necessarily Tiffany, but someone. Styx worked her way up, rubbing her hardened belly all the way, and tried to roll her way back into the ring while she grabbed the ropes for some extra support.

"CURL-TAN!"

The very words caused Gwen's hairs to stand on end, spinning around to the terrifying sight of Migiri as the heiress backpedaled to the edge of the apron with the toddler titan leaning over her in dubious concern for her well being. Glancing to her side to see her incompetent punk rock partner getting trounced by the suddenly spry cowgirl, Gwen realized she was on her own for this one.

What options were even available to Gwendolyn at this point? Retreating from Migiri was a bust last time, not that Gwen could make much distance any way now with how close they were. Demonstrating kindness and civility towards her at the beginning had no effect other than being tossed around and cuddled to death.

Gwen gulped down her reservations and slowly arose using the ring apron to steady herself. In the truest spirit of cornering a trapped animal, the heiress stood her ground and marched forward until she stood tall and authoritatively at Migiri. With her hands on her hips and her chest puffed out Gwen looked skyward towards Migiri with a steely, wild eyed glance to demonstrate that she meant business.

"CURL-TAN is most definitely NOT alright!!! Your actions have exceedingly disappointed me this match!!! Now return to your corner and don't move from that spot unless I say so young lady!!!" Gwen yelled in the tone of an exasperated mother. Gwen stomped her white boot and pointed back towards Migiri's corner to emphasize her point. A suicidal gambit to say the least, the heiress at this point was brought to the edge of her limits in terms of what she had put up with throughout this match and fell back on what she knew best....barking orders and taking charge.