The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

Tiffany managed to stagger fully back into the ring, holding her midsection.

"Sonvabitch..." she gasped, managing to make it the corner she was supposed to share with Migiri. Putting her back to it, she looked about for her partner. She spotted her speaking with Gwendolyn, which reminded her, she owed that rich brat a solid punch in the mouth for that back attack! But still...the cowgirl decided it would be nice to tag out of this match. However, Migiri didn't seem to remember the fact that Gwendolyn was supposed to be her opponent.

Putting two fingers to her mouth, she whistled loudly to try and get her partner's attention.
"Hey, just so you know, I got squashed by like a thousand pounds of assorted people mass! Maybe you'd like to quit playing around with the rich girl and tag into the friggin' match!"
If this was how tag matches were, Tiffany decided she wanted no part of them. Nothing was worth this kind of frustration and agony.....

Fuck Migiri. Fuck Gwen. Fuck Tiffany. Fuck her stupid hat. Fuck her stupid shoes. Fuck her jacket. Fuck the referee. Fuck this random match bullshit. Fucked Gwen's curls. Fuck whatever-the-hell was wrong with Migiri. Fuck the ring. Fuck it all.

Styx was starting to get a little perturbed.

She pulled her way back into the ring, expecting Tiffany to be on her the moment she came in. Nope. Instead, she was busying trying to get Migiri to act like a normal human being. That wasn't going to happen, so Styx figured she would be busy for a while. So busy she might not notice an incoming attack...

Styx broke into a mad dash and stormed towards Tiffany with all the speed she could muster, trying to smash her into the corner with a body avalanche. She was probably the second heaviest wrestler in this fight, might as well get some mileage out of it.

Despite the pain she was going through, Tiffany was still a veteran of the wrestling world. As such, she noticed when River got into the ring, halting the referee's count out.
*Of course she wants to keep going, she probably gets off on the total insanity going on around her.* the Texan thought.

When the brawling biker began to her mad rush, Tiffany waited for the last moment, then ducked and lunged off to River's left, hoping to cause the bigger woman to crash into the turnbuckles, which were a tad bit more unforgiving than the cowgirl's body....

Migiri's lip began to quiver as Gwendolyn shouted at her. It was slow and steady at first but it built into a predictable crescendo that culminated in a shrieking wail, completel with real tears.

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaah! Curl-tan is a meaniehead!" Migiri balled. All she wanted to do was hug the pretty heiress and here she was getting yelled at! It wasn't until the whistle snapped her attention to the ring. only to see that Tiffany was still playing with Smokey-tan. Migiri certainly didn't want anything to do with that and quickly turned her attention back to Gwendolyn.

"I just want to pway." Migiri said, growling the last word as she looked at Gwendolyn with sinister eyes that belied her childish attitude and the tears that streaked down her cheeks. She lunged at Gwendolyn and looked to wrap her big paws around the heiress' throat. She'd make sure that Gwendolyn understood their positions, even if she had to hold Gwendolyn above her. By the neck.

Styx was glad she didn't do a body splash like her first instinct told her. Running into the hard turnbucklle sucked, but jumping into it would have sucked even more.

The impact was more than enough to send her reeling, letting out a hoarse groan as she bounced off and staggered away from the corner. She cradling her battered chest along the way, glad for once that she didn't have too much in that area to damage in the first place.

A more thoughtful, more strategy minded wrestler might have tried to roll up River and secure a quick win, and bring this small taste of insanity to a close. But, after being at the receiving of a beating from River, back attacked by Gwen, and then winding up in a dogpile that kind of resembled a car crash, strategy was not on the Texan's mind. Payback however, was.

As River staggered back out of the corner, Tiffany balled up her right fist, and when the bigger woman turned around, sent it flying in a hard punch to the side of her face that didn't have that dirty looking lock of hair in front of it for protection. She would follow that with another, trying to drive the punk backwards, towards the corner she had run into....

And now Tiffany had Styx was on the defense. She hated being on the defense.

The cowgirl's punch smacked Styx hard across the face, sent spittle flying from her mouth, and the next punch just continued the trend, driving her into the turnbuckle and keeping her there. Considering the beating she'd just went through, Tiffany's reserves were admirable. Irritating, but impressive. Still, something on that body of hers had to be hurting. It was only a matter of finding the sweet spot.

Styx brought her arms up and went into a tight guard in the corner, deciding to weather the storm for the moment to see what she was really working against, here.

One could always tell the onsets of child throwing a tantrum. A reddening complexion accompanied with a scrunched up face and a high pitched squeal before the tears started falling. Gwendolyn noticed the telltale signs but remained stunned speechless in disbelief at the sheer insanity of it all. Migiri was sobbing profusely with an ear-piercing wail from Gwendolyn’s harsh reprimanding, an exhausted grimace on her face the entire time. Granted the heiress had not the foggiest idea what would be the outcome of her mothering discipline, though now with the toddler titan pitching a fit Gwen would slowly step backwards to create some distance before glancing to the side from Tiffany’s whistle.

“Ah! P-perhaps your attention would be better utilized on more prevalent matt-Bleugh!!” Gwens attempts to distract Migiri back towards perhaps wailing on her punk rock partner were all for naught. Migiri’s bear hands clamped around the heiress’ neck before she was hoisted into the air by that same choking grip! Her legs thrashed violently in absolute panic as she was deadlifted into the air with seemingly no effort on Migiri’s part. Coughing out pained gasps for air, Gwen barely managed to squeak out a few delirious though incomprehensible words with the lingering remnants of air in her lungs in a scraggly voice that sounded nothing like the elegant vocals she was known for.

Migiri's eyes narrowed as Gwendolyn tried to choke out a response. She could feel the girl's swaying legs bouncing against her thighs. She'd had many people int his position before. However, she wasn't tryign to knock Gwendolyn out. She wanted to play and she was going to.

"Don't yewl at mi-tan!" She said. "Curl-tan will pway with Mi-tan!" Migiri instructed. She then let the heiress drop stomach first onto Migiri's knee so the frame bent over it with her rump sticking in the air.

Migiri then raised her hand in the air. "If curl-tan keeps being mean, she'll be punished! Bad girls get spanked!" She said and held her big paw threateningly in the air while she waited for Migiri to coalesce to the toddler titan's demands under threat of a public spanking!

Managing to drive the dirty punk back into the corner, Tiffany noted that River got into a pretty decent guard stance.
*Fine by me. I still plan to kick the hell outta ya!* she thought viciously.

Stepping in, the Texan would try to mount the second rope. Her instinctive plan was a simple one. Stand on an elevated position and rain punches down until she finally broke through this punk's guard. Continue until this stupid match was over. Yup, sounded good to her.

Once above River, Tiffany would clench her right fist, draw it back, and begin driving it down towards River's head repeatedly, trying to smash through the other woman's guard.