The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

Gwen’s resistance of scrambling her legs and clawing at Migiri’s arms would start to die down after a minute of being strangled nearly a foot in the air. Beads of sweat dripped down her curvy and increasingly motionless form. Her legs and arms would eventually hang there lifelessly before the toddler scolded Gwen for her ‘meanie’ ways and release her ragdoll body stomach first onto Migiri’s waiting knee.

“Hugh!!!” The abrupt fall from the hangmans noose expelled whatever air was left in Gwen’s lungs, dolling out extended breaths in between several inadvertently cute, high pitched coughs.  The formerly immaculate heiress was hardly the definition of radiance she was renowned for, an exasperated mess now slumped over Migiri’s extended knee with her blue-clad rear end in danger of receiving an truly archaic form of discipline. Gwendolyn wearily lifted her head and turned back with widened eyes to witness the ominous appendage hovering high above her.

*S-she wouldn’t…S-she couldn’t!!* Whatever indignities the heiress had suffered before this would pale in comparison to the infantile wrestler tanning her hide in view of the entire world!! Gritting her teeth while drooping her head down to hide her defeated expression, the pompous aristocratic acknowledged that her enormous ego and pride had taken enough of a shellacking that evening without having her shapely bottom spanked a fresh shade of red. With her useless partner getting thrashed in the corner and her soon to be ex-employees cowering behind the ring post, Gwen sheepishly raised her hand high enough for Migiri to acknowledge it and hopefully stop the corporal punishment.

“…*cough*…There’s…*cough*…There’s no need for…for that. You have my word, we’ll….’play’. No..reason…why…we can’t be…*sigh*….friends….” Gwen practically groaned out that last part, a concession of defeat to the toddler titan if there ever was one. If Gwen had a little white flag, she’d be waving it right about now.

If Tiffany hadn't been dressed like an extra from Annie Get Your Gun and if it hadn't been her skull taking these brutal blows, Styx might have been really impressed by the way.  As it was, though, Tiffany's stubborn refusal to just lay down and  take a beating was starting to become genuinely irksome. Discipline was required.

Punch after punch after punch hammered through Styx's weak guard, until they started coming through without any resistance. She'd never been the best of defense, and the reasons were starting to show as her arms dropped and her face became a prime target, blow smacking her face from side to side.

Yeah. It hurt. Quite a bit. But Styx still had more in the tank, and she was ready to show it.

Since her arms didn't have anything better to do, they wrapped around Tiffany's way and clutched tight. From there, she tried to make use of Tiffany's position by pushing out of the corner, falling down on her butt, and slamming her down with a classic spinebuster, trying to get as much of her weight into it as humanly possible.

Migiri's hand threatened to blast Gwendolyn's pampered butt into orbit, but the silver spoon said all the right words and Migiri grinned widely. She gently patted Gwendolyn's firm toosh and then suddenly stood up straight. She hopped on one foot and clapped her hands.

"Yayayayaya!" She cheered. "Curl-tan is the best! Wets be best fwiends forever!" She said and reached down to yank Gwendolyn up to a standing position. She turned and looked at the ring.

"Have fun with smokey-tan, Ti-tan!" Migiri said. "Curl-tan and Mi-tan are going to go have a tea pawty!" She said and turned, with every intention of dragging Gwendolyn away from the tag battle and to a tea party in the secret garden, turning the random tag match into random singles match.

Finally this was starting to be somewhat enjoyable for Tiffany. Nothing like pounding the ever loving Christ out of someone to make her forget about all of the crap she had gone through almost from the moment she had been tagged in. Finally, she had this reject from the Misfits on the ropes.

Then River's arms went around her waist. A sense of foreboding washed through the blonde as the girl lifted her off of the rope, and then drove her hard into the mat with a spinebuster! Although the force of the move targeted the back, Tiffany could feel the impact also travel through her midsection, and her battered ribs which she held held as she curled up on her side.

Then, Migiri walked through her field of vision, dragging Gwendolyn away from the ring and yelling something about.....a tea party?
"What...the hell...?" she managed to breathe out through the pain.

Gwen’s body did tense up from the playful smacks on her pert rear, though before she could act out her indignant outrage the royal blue heiress yelped out loud as she was sent tumbling forward to sit in front of Migiri with her arms propping her up from behind.

She raised an eyebrow and gulped down audibly as the toddler hopped in place in joyful celebration.  It was yet to be known what exactly she had just signed herself up for, Gwendolyn banking her survival on the fact that whatever Migiri had planned for her now couldn’t be anywhere near as painful if she dared to oppose her. Gwendolyn widened her eyes as Migiri easily grabbed her hand and hoisted her back to her feet in one deft yank, hearing the toddler prattle on about tea parties or some such nonsense. Coughing in an exaggerated fashion against her free hand curled into a fist, Gwen would collect herself before speaking in a noble fashion towards Migiri.

“….*ahem*…Yes, well, before this jaunt proceeds any further, I would wager the most pertinent issue is to establish ground rules and-Yaha!!” The heiress’ diatribe was cut short as Migiri yanked forward and began to lead Gwen away from the ring hand in trapped hand.  Since neither of them were tagged in no count outs would be issued, and indeed the rest of the match was in their partner’s hands. She resisted at first and dragged her feet if only to bestow River with her last parting words of encouragement.

“Do not dare fail me!!! Prevail this night and I foretaste a hefty compensation in your future!!” would be the last echoing words barked from the heiress before she would disappear up the ramp and behind the curtain, her scared witless entourage following shortly after and hopefully not attracting Migiri’s attention.

Styx liked to think she was a patient woman. Slow to anger. Yes, she would fuck up just about anyone with only the slightest provacation, but that had less to do with being pissed off and more to do with pragmatism. And fun. Also, good cardio.

But if there was one thing she really did hate and was always guaranteed to piss her off, it was being ignored. Apparently being slammed into the floor wasn't enough to center Tiffany's attention. She was still lucid enough to notice whatever nonsense Migiri was babbling on about. Not nearly focused enough for Styx's tastes. A simple fix.

"Worry about me." She crawled up Tiffany's body, brought her hands up and balled them together, then tried to bring them down in an axehandle blow, looking to crash hard against the cowgirl's face. They'd be peeling this bitch off the canvas before she was through.

River wasn't exactly forgotten about. But, this was the first time Tiffany had ever been in a tag team contest. And it was also the first time she had been left. Mentally, she vowed this would be the last tag contest she took part in.

However, River worked her way back up to the top of Tiffany's list of priorities as she clawed her way up the Texan's body. Seeing the bigger girl knot her hands together, she brought her arms together in a guard. But River's blow powered through it, smashing into her face and making her scream out in mixture of pain, and anger. Her vision blurred as the impact rang through her skull.
Clenching her right fist, she fired it back up at River's face, knowing she had to try to get her assailant to back off. She also brought her legs up, crossing them behind River's back. Tiffany had little hope of squeezing hard enough to be able to much damage to the other woman's muscular midsection, but she did it anyway, if only to inconvenience River if for no other reason.

Finally. No more bullshit, no more silliness, no more playing with Migiri and Gwen, no more of this stupid tag team crap,. Styx was going to do what she did best, what she was born to do: beat the shit out of people. And now that this was pretty much a singles match, she had all the time to do it, too.

Thrashing Tiffany's face was satisfying. Maybe it was just the way her stupid accent made her cries of pain sound, or maybe it was just the look on her face, but the cowgirl had a good body for beating. Styx didn't have nearly enough time to enjoy it, though, as Tiffany had the gall to actually fight back and resist.

She grunted at the pain around her midsection as Tiffany clamped down, her powerful legs pulsing squeezing hard on the ribs. For someone who'd gone through what she'd been through, the cowgirl had a lot of fight. Definitely a good thing. Styx preferred toys that didn't break easily.

She fell on her back to make some space, drew her leg up, and tried to stomp Tiffany right in the face. A little incentive to let go.

Tiffany felt a moment of relief as it seemed like River was retreating, falling back and away from the Texan. However that was short lived, she discovered when the punk's boot lashed out and struck her in the face!

She fell onto her back, stunned, a hand covering her face as looked up into the lights...

Styx felt the always-satisfying sensation of her boot crashing against a face, and Tiffany's body went slack immediately after, stunned and stupefied. A perfect sitting duck.

"Well, cowgirl, I had fun. Know you did, too." Styx rubbed her midsection with one hand and pulled Tiffany's hair with the other, rising to her feet and trying to yank her along for the ride. "You and me, we've got to do this again sometime. But I think today's beating has about run its course. Agree?"