Tension Battle Royale

(E,5)

Ro let out an annoyed sound as her opponent managed to jump up and do some sort of insane gymnastic nonsense to get away from her. “HEY! I’m attacking you!” Ro shouted out in annoyance. She swiped her fist broadly, more like she was just swinging randomly, at Eliza as she tried to get away…but it was more like a wild volley of broadside that wasn’t particularly well aimed, and was unlikely to connect.

In the meantime, though, this ended the early fantasy of her and Johnny just flipping wrestlers. Right now, there was NO WAY she could resist tussling with Johnny. “Heh, but of course.” she smirked, following him as she opened up her arms and spread her legs, connecting her hands with Johnny and interlocking their fingers for the test of strength.

(C,3)

[G,3]

Poison couldn't do much but grit her teeth and hate Clyde while the boy yelled at her and insulted her. She tried to push on Clyde's hair to get him off her but the boy raised up and then landed a vicious punch to her lest tit. "AAAAAAIIIIIGGGGggggh!" Poison screamed aloud as her orb bounced wildly and painfully, nearly leaving the security of her flimsy top. Poison body shook violently too from the hit and the pink haired girl brought her hands up quickly from Clyde's hair to cover her bosom. "Stupid....JERK!" she hissed through clenched teeth as she tried to stop the bouncing of her breasts.

Holding her tit with one arm Poison swung her other hand to smack Clyde's face with a vicious slap, wanting to make him pay for hitting her sensitive tits and trying to get him off her.


[G,3]

(C,3)

Johnny bent his knees as he locked fingers with Ro. He grunted and began to push with all his strength against the red head, trying to get leverage and push her towards the ropes. "We're gonna get distracted eventually, ay know." he said. There was still three more people to enter and it was only a matter of time before Eliza decided she wanted to get back in the ring. he had also heard the sounds of fighting outside but whether Clyde and Poison were still int he royale or were just continuing after their eliminations, he had no clue.

However, all that mattered at the moment was Ro and as he looked into her eyes and grinned, h threw his leg up to try and bury a knee into her stomach.

(C,3)

(G,3)

"All you've ever done is work fer bitches to fuck with me and my family! Now yer skanky ass is gon' be mine all night, slut!" Clyde growled after punching Poison in her ample tit, watching it bounce, nearly free of her top before his eyes found hers again. Glaring at her with a hateful scowl as she covered herself up before screaming back at him and giving the cowboy a hard slap!

"UGH!!" Spit flew from Clyde's mouth as he got stuck, a loud smack being heard as his cheek was struck, knocking him off Poison.

Clyde staggered back and flashed a grin as he stumbled against the ring. He kissed the air between him and Poison with a quick peck. "You gon' be begging fer an elimination tonight."

(f,3)

[G,3]


 "Stupid jerk!" poison yelled, still holding her hurting tit with one hand as she slowly got up, not she was really pissed with Clyde. That idiot blond cowboy dared to fight back after being injured. Other fighters would be impressed by Clyde's resiliency and determination; the fans watching certainly were, but Poison felt nothing for contempt for him and that he dared to toughen up and fight back instead of taking a beating like he should filled her with rage.

 "What I did to that slut you call sister will be NOTHING compared with what I will do to you!" Poison hissed as she began to approach Clyde, staring at him with murderous eyes. Seeing how he was closer and closer to the guardrails, Posion decided to charge for the boy and slam her body into his, trying to push him back first into the cold metal of the guardrails.

[F.3]

Clyde just laughed as Poison yelled at him, watching her hold her sore tit was good for her! Clyde would get her angry, bust her up real good, eliminate her, and later gloat to Allison and Melissa that he had taken Poison out with ease.

But the moment Poison insulted his sister. Clyde lost his regular train of thought. "Slut!? Bitch you the one who dress like a two-dollar hooker!" Clyde spat while the rogue rushed him, slamming herself into the cowboy and ramming his back into the metal guardrails!

"HAAUGH!" Clyde cried, his back arching over the rail before he slumped against it, squirming on the floor as he held his back, writhing in pain while the crowd booed his attacker.

(C, 3)

Ro grinned as the two of them tussled, pressing their fingers against each other. Their hands pressed, arms stretching, pressing their strength against one another.

“Pffft, weeeel…we’ll punish whoever distracts us.” Ro smirked. Then, she lifted her leg, intending to knee him in the gut….

But, he had the exact same idea. His knee came up, slamming her in the gut. Since she lifted her leg, it took her totally off balance. Gasping and stumbling a bit, she fell onto her knees, sucking in air and coughing loudly.

(C, 3)

(C,3)

Johnny watched as Ro went down after the knee. He could see he was just a bit quicker on the draw when she stumbled. Johnny let her topple and quickly slipped around behind her. Her bent over to try and coil his arm around her and squeeze her in a headlock. Then he would lift up his other arm and raise it in the air, balling his fist and swinging it downward to crash it across her bountiful chest and smash his fist into her midsection.

(C,3)

(C, 3)

That little quick draw, and it's associated failure for Ro, was probably one of the reasons Ro had so much fun fighting Johnny. They didn't have duplicate styles, but their instincts and thinking often mirrored eachother. It often made for an incrediably unpredictable and close fight.

Before Ro could do anything, Johnny slipped around, coiling his arm around her neck to squeze her head, making her eyes go wide! Suddenly, his powerful fist smashed into her midsection. She let out another wheazing cough, but instead of crumpling, she did her best to reach up and grab for the arm that was choking her. Instead of trying to pry it loose, she held on TIGHT and tried to roll forward.

The result was definitely not going to be a cool, picture perfect, movie quality super judo flip that she had imagined it would be in her head. Indeed, it looked more like some idiot falling on their face and trying to drag her opponent down with her. But it didn't need to look good, she just had to make Johnny either let go on reflex or fall with her.

(C, 3)

(E, 5)

Eliza had managed to evade Johnny and Ro, and at the same time managed to avoid being eliminated. Eliza had lasted longer than she believed originally, but she knew that if she was ganged up or in a pitched battle then the odds wouldn't be in her favour.

Her gaze then turned outside, and Eliza saw Clyde and Poison going at each other. Ms Harenwood didn't recall them being eliminated from the royale yet, if the dancing passion was correct in her line of thinking Poison slinked out and Clyde lept between the middle and top rope to dive at her. And it wasn't looking good for the cowboy at this point, not to mention that Eliza had unfinished business with Poison.

But before Eliza moved she remembered that she had been flung over the top rope by both Johnny and Ro, the dancing passion had managed to save herself by using her lithe dancer body and agility to bail herself out. And the pair were going at each other, and Eliza had an idea in her mind.

She quickly nipped in by going between the top and middle rope, and then Eliza quickly lied down and rolled under the bottom rope. Doing this had meant that Eliza was not eliminated, she didn't like breaking rules. But this was a night of firsts for the ballroom girl, and that was including getting her hands dirty.

Eliza would look at both Johnny and Ro after escaping the ring, then without a word she'd point at Poison and bear an icy glare that didn't suit and was normally not seen on the regal and polite Harenwood. Before rushing forward and hoping to get Poison from behind while she had tackled Clyde, and deliver a swift kick to the groin with her stocking covered leg.

(G, 3)