Tension Battle Royale

"Laaaadiiiiies aaaaand gentlemen! Welcome to the first ever AFW Tension Battle Royale! Eva "Sugar" White here at ringside to provide you all with the glorious play by play of this free for all over the top rope challenge! This is the night cap of tonight's already exciting events. As we have seen, our beloved General Manager has already interviews which we'll continue to check back to throughout the rest of the evening's main event! But, for now, let's get this show on the road!"

"Here's how the situation breaks down. We have eight competitors from the Tension brand. Two wrestlers will start in the ring and after a predetermined period of time, a new wrestler will enter the fray. The winner will be the wrestler who can avoid being thrown over the top rope after all eight wrestlers have entered. If a wrestler is thrown over the top ropes and both feet touch outside of the ring before they can reenter, they will be eliminated and asked to remove themselves from the ring in as quick a manner as possible and leave to the backstage. What does the lucky winner get for suffering through this hell? Why, a chance to receive another beating at the hands of the current Tension champ, John "

"Aside from that, we're bringing back some special tech for this match! A grid-like system that will be projected upon the AFWTron so that the audience always has the best view of the action! We've got ever angle covered here, ladies and gentlemen!"




"Without further ado, let's get the introductions of our first two contestants in order! Our very first entry is the unluckiest man in allll of Tension! Clyde Gastin! After the thrashing he received earlier, if he can make it through tonight, he's definitely earned his shot at the gold!"

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(a,1)

Johnny moves away from the corner after just finishing throwing his opponent over the ropes. He clears the distance to the center of the ring where where Ro is recuperating from a battle of her own and leans over to try and hoist the red head to her feet.

(C,3)

Postby Lobo on Sun Sep 07, 2014 9:42 pm

"I just want a drink"

Unluckiest male in Tension was right. Clyde felt he was pretty much meant to fail. His chances at finally becoming champion were most likely up in smoke yet again. He hated the fact it was his reality. "Fuckin Sonovabitch!" Clyde growled as his theme began to play, prompting Clyde to stumble out onto the entrance stage with a sling on his right arm, stanggering onto the stage, battered, bruised and having a partially dislocated shoulder. All curtosy of the roses.

"Ah...Hah..." Clyde heaved, dragging himself down the entrance ramp.  He was given painkillers to sort through what had happened to him, but he felt like hell and was more than prepared to relapse on his drinking problem just to make the pain in his arm, no, his whole body; go away. He would be all alone in this Battle Royale without the means to properly fight. Could he even throw anyout out of the ring with one skinny arm?

He doutbted it.

"I just need one fucking little drink."

Clyde staggered around the ring and marched up the steel steps slowly on shaky feet, holding himself steady with his left arm that was latched on the ropes and struggling to fit himself inside, having trouble for a minute before the ref girl sat on the middle ropes and pried it open for him. She looked at him with a friendly smile as she helped the wounded Cowboy who felt ashamed and embarrassed by his current state but he accepted her help with wounded pride, stepping into the ring.

(a,1)

The crowd cheered for him. He wasn't sure if they admired him or pitied him. The latter was nothing new. He just wanted to die with his boots on. The same boots that scraped against the ring mat as he drug his feet over to a nearby corner and just fell, turning his back to just slump in a seated position against the corner. He was so tired and so sore. But he wanted to take everyone else down with him. Get shot down in a blaze of glory. He might not get another chance like this ever again.

(E,5)

"Our second entrant is Eliza Harenwood! She has a lot of style and a lot of grace! However, she doesn't have a lot of victories! She may have long odds, but she's got long legs too! Will she be able to dance her way to the number one contender spot!?"

Clyde's opponent, and the second person in the tension royale. Was someone who he had gone up against quite recently, it was none other than tension's classiest girl. Eliza Harenwood.

In the back Eliza was preparing herself as best she could, doing some stretching by pulling her leg so the heel would go above the back of her head. Listening to some classical music, to this day she still used a portable CD player which earned some odd looks from the stagehands. But Eliza wasn't focusing on them! No she had a big event coming up, and had to keep as calm as possible and maintain her regal air.

One stagehand tapped her on the shoulder to inform her that it was time for her to enter, she was already dressed in her ring attire. It was the same corset and stockings that she usually wore, although this time it was black instead with red on the sides. To Eliza it made her think of the flamenco dancers of Spain, boost of confidence to be sure.

And keeping with the Spanish motif, Eliza was going to use her normal theme for this. It fit better with her attire of choice after all, so with that in mind Eliza would peek out to see the HUGE crowd gathered for this event. The ballroom girl swallowed hard and then heard her familar theme song Baile de batalla begin to play. Spanish guitars and dubstep music, brilliant.

Eliza appeared out on the entrance ramp, not dressed in her usual entrance attire of a ballroom gown. It would be just too much of a hassle to wear it, take it off, perhaps lose right after it and then have to take it and bog off to the backstage. Too bad cause Eliza just got a new dress of a tailor in Kyoto. The crowd certainly approved of her, since coming to tension she'd been nothing but a hit full stop.

But as Ms Harenwood entered the ring, her eyes went wide. Was that....Mr Gastin? Why did he look like that? When the pair of them fought Clyde had soundly beaten her, that lone star stunner was a deadly move indeed. But....he looked like he shouldn't be here, like he'd escaped from a hospital or something like that.

(a,1)

"Mr Gastin? You uh....you look like shite, what happened?" Eliza asked, usually the ballroom girl was polite as one could be. But considering Clyde's state and the fact that he was in the ring, well she couldn't really think of what else of have said. And she just stood there, eyes blinking.

(a,1)

by Lobo on Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:52 pm

(e, 5)

Clyde remained slumped in his corner as he heard a familiar theme begin to play. The cowboy just sighed, part of him visibly annoyed and part of him wanting to smile as he saw this opponent would be Eliza. That cute ballet girl. He always did want to fight her again and he guessed now he was getting a chance, he just wished he could have been at full strength for it instead of what was going on with him now.

Sure enough Eliza addressed him and was rather blunt about how he looked, making him smirk in amusement as he looked to Eliza and scoped her out from head to toe, eying his opponent that was clad in a corset and stockings.

"Fell down some stairs." He muttered. The Handicap Match against the roses had JUST happened. She must not have been watching.

With a grunt, Clyde pulled himself up via one arm on the middle ropes, slowly pulling himself up until he staggered back onto both of his feet, looking to Eliza with a hard stare and breathing hard.

"Don't let the sling fool ya, babe. One arm's all I need." He muttered as the bell would finally ring, prompting Clyde to slowly begin circling around Eliza.

(D, 5)

(A,1)

Eliza was a bit taken aback, falling down the stairs? Seemed like the oldest excuse in the book, too bad she didn't know about that handicap match. Else Ms Harenwood wouldn't take kindly to the roses, she'd view that they required a good "Lesson in manners." and would have been happy to assist in that.

But back in the ring, Ms Harenwood would suddenly realise that the bell had just rung. Giving a quick shake of her head and a bow on reaction, Eliza got settled into her stance. She knew that Mr Gastin was most certainly playing to win, Eliza was intending to do that as well. She didn't even know if she could claim the title for herself if she did get that far, but the fact was she was putting people on notice. Even if her first opponent was a battered cowboy.

"U..um...Prepare yourself then Mr Gastin, uh en garde." Eliza said, she was a bit reluctant to engage Clyde right away. But if he was able to defeat her in the past, then perhaps the cowboy could handle her in this state. For now though Eliza would advance to the middle of the ring and test the waters to see what Clyde would do next.

(C, 3)

Postby Lobo on Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:51 pm

(D, 5)

Clyde frowned at the sight of Eliza hesitating. She didn't seem like her usual self at all and it was probably because of his damn arm. Last thing he wanted was pity. He did the best he could against the roses and had no regrets.

So when Eliza made her way to center of the ring, Clyde would follow but wasn't keen on a slow start. He instead just sprinted towards Eliza and stuck his boot out, trying to take her down with a running big boot aimed right in the center of her sternum.

(C, 3)

(C, 3)

Eliza was thinking on what to do, the rules of this match were not like that of a standard one. No if Eliza was to have any hope of victory she'd have to sling people over the ropes. She'd have to try and hang on, wait till the other wrestlers came out and then do something. The ballroom girl knew she'd just have to be careful, although...

She was blown in the chest with Clyde's boot nailing her in the chest, right near her breasts as well. The eyes of Eliza went wide as she had the air knocked out of her, getting knocked backwards onto her arse. She was taken by surprise, although it cemented that Clyde was intent on battling.

"Oof!" Eliza grunted out, tension's classiest girl was reeling. But far from finished, the match had just started and she'd attempt to scramble back to her feet.

(B,2)

by Lobo on Tue Sep 09, 2014 12:31 am

(C, 3)

Slamming his boot right into Eliza's chest, the cowboy grinned with one eye open. He wasted no time though immediately going to grab a handful of Eliza's pretty hair, trying to pull her up to her feet immediately.

"IKUZO!" He yelled to the crowd before trying to pull Eliza along with a running start and try to eliminate her early, even with one arm, Clyde was going to try using the running momentum and throw Eliza over the top rope!

(A,2)

(B, 3)

Eliza let out a grunt of pain as Clyde grabbed her by her beautiful mane, did he have any clue as to how much it took to keep in that brilliant state? Shame on him, but at least now Eliza was close to him and could launch some offense.

But Ms Harenwood knew what was going to happen, Clyde was attempting to lift the ballroom girl over the ropes and get himself some time to recover. But Eliza had been rather ring savvy as of late, and so had an idea.

"Hah!" Eliza shouted out, placing her left foot on the middle rope to stop herself from moving forward.

"Do not think I will be rid of so easily!" the ballroom girl chided, she used her nearest arm and fired out some elbows at Clyde's nearby midriff. If the cowboy let Eliza go then she'd attempt to spin around and collide her stocking covered heel with the side of his head.

(A, 2)

by Lobo on Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:11 pm

(A, 2)

Clyde wasn't playing games. With his right arm completely useless, his felt his only chances at winning to the Royale were to quickly eliminate each opponent as fast as he could. Otherwise he'd just get double teamed.

So Eliza had to go and was bent on doing that, but even with the running start he had, while leading in front of her she somehow managed to stop her momentum with a foot on the ropes. Clyde clicked his tongue, turning slightly before he caught two sets of elbows into his ribs. "Ugh! Ugh!" Clyde grunted from the blows making him stagger back slightly.

Next thing Clyde saw was Eliza spinning, the last thing he saw really before he felt a stocking covered heel bash into his jaw. "NMFF!" He grunted though closely shut lips. His head wobbled on his shoulders as he stumbled back, knocked for a loop. Thankfully it didn't seem to hurt as bad as it could have thanks to the painkillers he had been given, all the same his vision was wobbly and blurry but his head wasn't ringing too bad it was an odd feeling as he staggered back.

(B, 2)