Tension Battle Royale

Postby Lobo on Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:32 pm

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"...I dunno how long I'ma last like this..."

Clyde's arm ached heavily. Even with painkillers, the agony of it never truly went away. He could very well be injured if Poison continued to attack him like this. Just like Bonnie. And she seemed to enjoy bringing that up, no less.

"E-Eat a dick, Poison! A-Ahnn..." Clyde snapped though the pain he felt in his arm. Angered by Poison's prissy and posh toned teasings about Bonnie and his current weakness. He wanted to get up in fight so badly but in his current state he was nearly helpless. Weak from the handicap match, weak from having his arm blown out.

Thankfully however, Eliza came to rescue... But didn't hit Poison. "E-Eliza...!" Clyde looked over and saw dancer's kick get dodged before Poison... exposed Eliza's crotch. Clyde's eyes widened instantly as camera's flash.

"Gah-lee.." Clyde muttered at the sight of Eliza's stretched legs and covered crotch before Poison chopped her there, making the cowboy wince. He turned his head back to face the ropes in fornt of him, trying to crawl his way there.

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by Kitten on Tue Sep 16, 2014 9:05 pm

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The crowd gasped as Poison hit Eliza right between the leg and the cute dancer backed away, giving Poison the room and time she needed. She didn't came here to hurt Eliza, even though she was starting to think that hurting the posh bitch mat actually be a good idea. She was here to put Clyde out and to do it as slowly and as humiliatingly as possible. And now seemed like a very good time to do so.

Poison turned her attention back to Clyde and walked to him, watching the boy crawling pathetically towards the ropes. Poison waited for him to be close to the ropes and then she doubled over to grab his head, one hand on his chin and the other on his hair, pulling him up hard, trying to make him stand up to then push him over the ropes to make him double over the top, so his ass will be up high.

"AAAAAAND You require a proper lesson too..." Poison said, once again mocking Eliza's posh tone before landing a hard slap on Clyde's butt.

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Postby Lobo on Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:43 pm

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Clyde was desperately trying to make it to the ropes. He could either hang back, get into the fight, help Eliza... Anything really. But Poison followed him and grabbed him roughly. One hand gripping his locks and the other on his chin.

"U-Uuuah!" Clyde protested, cheeks rosy from Poison pulling his hair and touching his face as he was roughly pulled to his feet, causing him to slump against the tall rogue as she tugged him along and pushed him on the top tope, his spandex covered ass exposed high in the air, leaving Clyde hanging like luandry before the harsh slap struck his rear.

"Ah-Haah!!" His eyes bulged and his cheeks flushed brightly, violently kicking his legs, struggling to pull himself off the ropes that he dangled over.

"C-Cut this shit!" He exclaimed from the humiliating position.

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by Kitten on Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:50 am

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Of course, Poison was not going to stop. She had been wanting to humiliate Clyde for quite a while since his girlfriend chases her away of the ring when he fought Angela, and now she had him in the perfect position to do it. Poison kept one hand on the boy's lower back and with the other she started to spank his ass, letting her fans count the spanks aloud while the rest of the crowd booed loudly.

Once her palm began to sting, and convinced that Clyde's ass would be stinging a lot more, Poison stopped. "Now let's see how that weak ass looks! " Poison announced as loud as she could to make sure the entire arena and Clyde knew exactly what was coming next, and then she grabbed Clyde's tights at the sides of his hips and began to pull them down trying to reveal the cowboy's abused ass to the fans and the cameras.

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Eliza was on a knee and ankle, her face wincing from the attack that Poison had inflicted on her. She had been so expertly countered by that attack, Eliza had taken the time to rethink of a strategy. She had the distance now, but how to attack? The most obvious thing would be to approach quietly, as Poison was clearly distracted by going after the cowboy. Maybe the two could try and double team her? Mr Gastin could have ended up as more of a liability than anything else, in the state he was in.

But when the ballroom girl witnessed what the other girl was trying to do, was there any purpose to that at all?! Was Poison even here to try and win? Shouldn't she be trying to fight and toss the cowboy over the ropes? Was she something out a James Bond flick? She looked and acted the part, Eliza figured she should just try and go for it. Tiptoeing her way towards the pair, and hoping that Clyde had the foresight to stick boxers on at least. Ms Harenwood would quickly try to grab Poison and attempt to toss her over the ropes, hoping to try and take her by surprise.

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by Lobo on Wed Sep 17, 2014 2:58 pm

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"AUW! AW! AAGH! -FUCKIN'! Ahg!! SHIT! Awh~!!" Clyde shouted as he was repeatedly beat on the ass by Poison's hard hitting hand, bouncing on the ropes after each strike, his one free hand gripping the ropes at his side to keep himself from falling as the crowd booed and hollered at the embarrassing sight while Clyde himself was fuming. The humiliating was unbearable and it angered him to no end. He couldn't stand it. Neither could his ass.

"F-Fuckin'... CUNT!! A-Awwhh" He snapped before Poison pulled down his tights to reveal Clyde's bare ass. Toned, white and deep red with fresh handprints. The cameras of the crowd flashed and girls squealed as Clyde's cheeks flared. "SONOVABITCH!!!" He cried, lifting his legs to wildly kick at Poison like a bucking horse, over and over, trying to hit something so he could get her away and fix his tights!

But thanks to Eliza who managed to throw the bitch over the ropes, Clyde flopped off the ropes and fell to the mat, tuning on his good side as he scrambled to his feet, staggering and falling as he tried to pick up his stupid tights. Huffing angrily though his nose.

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Postby Kitten on Wed Sep 17, 2014 3:18 pm

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Poison laughed aloud in a way that made her sound not like a little girl and a psycho at the same time. She was doing the two things she enjoyed the most, tormenting other people and making money. Being able to do it in front of an live audience was the cherry on the cake.

Poison stepped to the side after pulling Clyde's tights down, expecting some kind of retaliation from the cowboy and she was right about it. Yet seeing Clyde kicking his legs out furiously. "Aaaawwwww poor baby Clyde is throwing a tantrum...." Poison taunted as she stood besides Clyde planning her next move.

But with all her attention on the big, Poison failed to notice the girl that was sneaking behind her until it was too late. "Auugh!" Poison yelped as she felt her body being toppled over the top rope. She reacted quickly, grabbing hold of the top rope with hands as she flipped over, landing hard on her ass in the ring apron and losing her cute biker in the process.

"You bitch!" Poison hissed as she quickly pulled the ropes to get up on the ring apron, having already guesses the identity of her attacker, and wasting no time she swung her left arm trying to slap Eliza's face while she held the ropes with her other hand.

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Eliza didn't know it, but she had a somewhat crazy grin on her face. Perhaps she was starting to fall to the madness that was the Tension ring, it certainly did attract all sorts. Heck she was in the ring with a cowboy with his pants down, and a biker girl with pink hair. Although she wasn't contemplating her navel right now, no she was trying to fling Poison over the ropes. Which she did.

Although Poison had fight in her, heck she hadn't even taken a proper hit at this point in time. And due to Eliza's close proximity to her, Ms Harenwood wasn't able to avoid the slap attack. It stung hard on the cheek, earning a loud yelp as she stumbled to the side. But Eliza wasn't going to take that lying down, no she wasn't taking any shit.

"Mind you don't break your high heels, pinkie!" Eliza stated as she went to return the favour, bringing her own arm to delver a smack to the side of the head back to Poison.

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by Kitten on Thu Sep 18, 2014 9:00 am

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The crowd got really loud when they saw Poison going over the top rope; they sure would have been happy if the pink haired rogue had been the first one to be eliminated, but Poison was quick and crafty and managed to stay on the ring even if outside.

Poison knew she was in a very dangerous position so after slapping Eliza she grabbed hold of the top rope with both hands, which left her somewhat unprotected when Eliza fired back, smacking her head to the crowds enjoyment.

"Uggggh!" Poison groaned with the hit, clinging to the ropes as her head snapped to the side and she had to take a few steps on the ring apron to recover her balance.

The pain on her head and having lost her biker cap had Poison really pissed and wanting revenge against Eliza, but first she had to get back in the ring. So Poison moved back to Eliza and in a rather catty fashion she grabbed the dancer's hair with one hand to rake the pink nails of her right hand from Eliza's forehead to her chin, trying to buy herself time to then sneak back to the ring between the ropes. "Stupud bitch!"

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Eliza and Poison were right up close to each other, seeming to forget using proper wrestling moves and more well like....catfighting to be honest. Indeed the situation and the run up to it left little room for anything else, and now it was more like a scramble than anything else. And Clyde had been moved to the side, after having his trousers yanked down for the public to see.

Ms Harenwood was attempting to try and mount another assault onto Poison, however her hair was swiftly grabbed by her opponent. Poison then followed up on it with a swift rake down the face, Eliza had been taken aback by this.

"Yeow!" Eliza yelped out, forcing herself away from Poison's grasp. The sudden jolt of pain both from the rake and the grabbing of Eliza's beautiful mane of hair forced the ballroom girl to retreat, no doubt allowing Poison valuable time to get herself back into the ring.

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