Tension Battle Royale

[D,3]

Somewhere deep, deep in side, Ninjette realized how bad of a spot this put Johnny in. When this was over, she was pretty sure she'd feel very, very bad about all this. Apologies, all around

But that would be later. Now, she had to worry about taking on a pissed-off, nearly six-foot-tall redhead while Johnny recovered. Fun times.

She moved in while Ro tried to get up, not wanting to lose the advantage for a second. "Yo, nice meeting you." Ninjette jumped forward with a knee bomb to Ro's chest, flying into her at full speed and driving the hard point in."Love your hair."

[D,3]

(F, 3)

Eliza had just delivered a powerful kick with her stocking covered leg, when she heard Clyde's comment. The ballroom girl looked at Clyde oddly before the realisation hit her, her eyes went wide and she shook her head. Clearly Eliza was disgusted by the thought.

"No Mr Gastin, my ex is straight. Therefore I must be female, now come on. Let's get this degenerate back in the ring." Eliza said, delivering another kick to Poison's back. The unsuspecting crowd figured Eliza must have some sort of Tae Kwon Doe or kickboxing background, but those legs were honed through years of ballet and ballroom dancing. It showed in the poise and walk of the dancing passion.

After that Ms Harenwood would motion to Clyde to give her a hand in grabbing Poison, with the hopes of getting her near the ring.

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[F,3]

Poison was shock and hurting bad, not so much from the impact itself but from the fact she didn't saw it coming at all. She grabbed the guardrail and began to push up, trying to get back to her feet when she felt another hard kick, this time to her back.

"Aughhh!" She groaned as she fell back to her knees in pain. Although this kick had been actually harder, but now that Poison was waiting to be hit from behind she wasn't so shocked by it, only hurt.

Poison turned around to see who was attacking her. "Fucking cunt!" was all she said as she rubbed her back with one hand.

[F,3]

(D, 3)
"GAAAAAAAUUGGHHHHH!" Ro coughed and gagged, rolling to the side and holding her stimach.

Ro let out a fit of coughs and gags as she curled up, trying to get up. “Ninja girl, I know you…. Ro managed to say, with a raspy voice. She struggled to get up and continued to groan, holding her gut. She looked like she was REALLY hurt, maybe Kozue had gotten a better hit in than she thought.

Or maybe Ro was being tricky.

It was an old trick, but Ro hoped it would work. One second, she was moaning and holding her gut, the next second she sprang from the ground and tried to bulldoze her body sloppily against Kozue’s legs, hoping to bring her down. Flying and Ninjaing was her thing. Submissions were Ro’s. Getting her to ground was critical!

“Pleased to meet you, Snookie!” She said, practically spitting out the word. Her fault for being so public with the Jersey Ninja gimmick. And for…why was Ro so angry? FUCK IT, SHE WAS ANGRY.

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[D,3]

If Kozue could have moved her hands in the proper position, she would have smacked her forehead for getting caught by Ro's trap. Sneaky. Sneakier than a girl her size had any right to be. Now she was on the floor, with one of the toughest wrestlers in Tension above. Bad. Extremely bad.

Kozue was trying to keep some emotional distance, here. Trying not to make it personal. They were all adults they could act maturely, leave the ring as friends. Or at least not as bitter enemies. Right? Right.

But, then, Ro just had to cross the line. She had to go there. Crappy Jersey jokes were bad enough - she didn't like them, but she was used to hearing people talk about her state like it was an insult just to be from there. Water off a duck's back. But the Snookie crack was low. Real low. Screw professionalism. This bitch was going to hurt.

"Below the belt, Ro." Kozue mirrored the sneer on Ro's face as she shock off the impact. "Know you spend a shit load of time in that region, but..."

Okay, so Ro was on top. She had the advantage. But that didn't mean Kozue couldn't make it as much of a pain for her as humanly possible. She threw a couple of quick elbows in Ro's face, hoping to keep from getting a full pin, or whatever she was going for. From what Kozue had seen of her fights, it would probably involve twisting her around like an overused paperclip.

[D,3]

(D, 3)

Ro came down and managed to crawl on top of Kozue, getting close up to her…then she said something about a low blow.

Yeah that wasn’t nice. Called her ugly, white trash, and a Jersey shore person all in one statement?

‘What’s the matter with you, Ro?’……… “…sorry!” Ro let out. Her voice was terse and short, but that was clearly because she was physically exerting herself while talking, not because she was actually being short. Kozue may be surprised that Ro suddenly oscillated from insulting her with no provocation to apologizing, but Ro didn’t normally go down that road. ‘Why’d I do that?’ she thought to herself.

It would be interesting if Ro could hear what Kozue was thinking, because Ro had the same philosophy. We’re all competitors and coworkers, we’re here for the love of wrestling and a pay check. As long as we’re sportsman, we can buddies.

Or fuck buddies.

Ro didn’t usually go for nasty remarks right off the bat. But, now she was thinking too much.

‘GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, RO!’ She angrily thought to herself, ‘Besides….’

“…..THIS IS ALL JOHNNY’S FAULT ANYWAY!” she suddenly blurted out, very loudly, while she grappled on the ground with Kozue.

Unfortunately for Ro, all that time she wasted thinking about that shit now came to bite her. Elbows struck her face, making her yelp in surprise. She quickly tried to retaliate. The elbows drove Ro to slide back, that was true…but she just slid back to sit on Kozue’s crotch instead of her chest and belly. Forming fists, she aimed a peppering of punches towards Kozue’s gut, trying to out hit and daze the other girl.

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(D,2)

Johnny was content to wait for things to even out a bit. Now that Kozue and Ro were on the ground, it would be better just to wait it out. Even if Ro got the upper hand, as long as Kozue wasn't being thrown out, she could handle things on her own. Besides, he couldn't deny that it was pretty great to watch, even if Ro might beat him up for doing something he really didn't do on purpose.

"C'mon, dude! It ain't! You weren't the one with a bunch of d-bags on your shit! We HAVE been! Look what they did to that poor fucker!" Johnny said pointing out to the mass of bodies that Clyde was mixed up in.

"Be cool, man!" Though he didn't expect Ro to be very cool while a girl with her name scrawled on her butt was elbowing her in the face.

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[D,3]

Two hot girls, a hot guy, a lot of sweat, tons of passion. Kozue couldn't help but think that this would have been a lot more pleasant in a perfect world.

In the real world, though, things were much less pleasant and far more complicated. Kozue appreciated Ro's apology. It sounded sincere, like she meant well, and it sure as hell was the last thing she expected to hear after the Jersey Shore bit. Kozue almost formerly accepted the apology and gave one of her own, but she found herself at a loss for words. A fist in the stomach will do that to you.

Kozue gasped, gagged and groaned as two of Ro's punches found their mark, exploding on the surface of her washboard abs. "Gah, fuck!" She brought her arms up retreated into her turtle shell, blocking as many as she could and taking more than a few. This was a bad situation getting worse by the second. Unless she flipped things around, Ro would hammer her into the ground and toss what was left over the top rope. On top of that, Ro was sitting on her crotch, and it was the most awkward thing ever.

Kozue planted her feet down flat behind Ro, thrust up, and bridged with her back, rolling Ro off her before she could wreck her shit even more.

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(F,3)

"He still straight if he didn't know you was carryin' luggage!" Clyde declared as he scanned for Eliza's elusive testicles. He had to justify his boner. Nevermind the hot redhead and Ninja babe that came running in. Clyde never met either, but he knew of them. Knew one was a pal of John's and both knew Higurashi... And his wife.

"And you shut your whore mouth!" Clyde added to Poison, swatting her hat off her head if it was still there to grab a handful of her messy hot pink hair.  "If I had two arms, I'd be bustin' yer knee with a chair since you like doin' that so much." Clyde growled, aiding Eliza in rolling Poison back in the ring.

He was torn in doing this. If he couldn't win the royale, he'd settle for beating the tar out of her skanky ass, but that would end if he got eliminated. Going back in the ring like it would happen. Clyde then turned sharply to Johnny as he was addressed as That Poor Fucker

"Ay! Who ya callin' poor?" Clyde declared, those bitches cheated but even with one arm he was still 'dangerous as fuck!'. This was in his head before he saw who was in the ring with Johnny and who else he'd have to deal with. Clyde grinned widely. This boy had problems and he looked lost.

"Gah-Dayum, boy! All you missin' is Shauna O'Connor huh!? Haha!" Clyde laughed, a bit shocked he wasn't hearing a certain Tension Wife and Friction Star screaming her head off at the two women in the ring who had dealings with her husband, were duking it out.

Clyde then turned back to Eliza, realizing she had saved him in his moment of need. But he frowned at the idea. "Don't.....Kh.... Forget it... Make sure that bitch don't get up!" He turned his back on her and hobbled away towards the steel steps, telling himself he'd take of advantage of what she didn't know.

In the meantime, Clyde tiredly stagger towards the side of the ring, holding onto the side of it to keep himself balanced as he hobbled towards the steel steps, he was so sore and worn out he didn't want to slide the ring. He was making his way towards the steel steps instead, good way to conserve what little energy he had left.

"Runnin' on fumes here..."

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(F, 3)

"Oh do be quiet, your like a British maid who just barely scraped into her employment." Eliza had said in response to Poison cussing at her, the ballroom girl couldn't believe it. Those were two strong kicks and still Poison was talking back, thoughts of Ms Harenwood using a whip instead of her sword legs wafted into her mind. But not in the way one might think.

"Well Mr Gastin, believe what you what. But I'm more beautiful than you at any rate, and I insist my gender is female." Eliza said with a smirk. Again Tension had a certain crazy element to it, a few months ago Eliza had no idea she'd be doing this. Ganging up against a pink haired rouge with a cowboy, and in the ring was a ninja girl and a crazy chick with red hair. And some other dude, who was pretty good at wrestling Eliza admitted even though their exchange was brief.

Needless to say the crazy element was rubbing off on the dancing passion, who as a child was taught to be prim and proper. But that wasn't going to help Eliza one bit here, well apart from the ballet lessons.

Clyde then came along shortly, not caring about the hat that Poison wore as he grabbed her harshly by the mane. Eliza would assist by grabbing hold of the back of what constituted as her lower clothing, and forcing her into the ring. Ms Harenwood didn't care about being nice here, Poison didn't deserve nice.

"Ewww, I think my hands are all greasy after daring to touch you. Now you shall be thrown into the proverbial place of wolves." Eliza commented, but the ballroom girl decided to keep on Poison. As soon as Eliza got back into the ring she'd commence stomping on Poison, the dancing passion was hoping to work her over as best she could.

"You! C'mon don't just stand there!" Eliza shouted looking at Johnny and motioning for him to come over and assist in dealing with Poison.

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