Reuinion of the Pain Princesses and The Era of Hell

"You won't be underestimated, dear Shanari, I assure you." She would take Shanari's hair again, ramming her face into the turnbuckle with her full strength. If she was still stunned from it all, she would brace the back of Shanari's head on the turnbuckle, raising her leg and grinding her heel into her forehead painfully. When her foot finally slid off from the friction or her struggling, she'd try to follow through by putting Shanari's neck on top of the bottom rope and pressing down. "Whatever you've been up late for practicing, precious, it isn't working," she'd hiss in her ear.

Gabby simply leaned lazily on the ropes, starting to get some rest and blowing a friendly kiss over to Zasashi as she bode her time until Silvia tagged her or decided she was ready to cheat, though they'd agreed to be fairly leniant with that treatment tonight.

The damage done to Shanari was certainly not helping her, after the heel was pressed so painfully against her already wounded forehead, it created a small cut where blood started to slowly poor out. With her being choked on the bottom rope, she couldn't help but cough out and close her eyes slowly, she gave a few weak struggles against Silvia, trying to push her body up and hopefully getting Silvia off her.

" I.. .. .. Nghhhh.. "

Zasashi blinked at the two, twitching at the pain Shanari had to endure before glancing over at Gabby, smiling and giving her a playful wink, mouthing out to her.

" You're going down, hun. "

Gabby snorted sarcastically and jerked a thumb at Shanari and Silvia, raising her eyebrows and smirking in a doubtful way.

Silvia felt Shanari's desperate struggles, nearly enough to buck her off... but she retreated anyway. She took Shanari by the chin, lifting it up and looking grimly into her eyes. "We are talking after this," she said plainly. A thin smile crept over her lips, then she took a peculiarly gentle lick over the bleeding wound, seeming careful to lap it clean. She'd smack her lips in appreciation, her reddened tongue licking the flecks of blood from her lovely lips.

If Shanari showed continued similar weakness, she'd take her by the arm and drag her towards Zasashi, laying her down (again, with surprising care) in their corner.

"Be a doll and tag her out, would you?" she'd say cooly, a frown flickering across her face.

"Bollocks... I swear, one of these days I'm going to fight that Russian egghead," Gabby muttered in her corner.

Shanari merely stayed put as Silvia was cleaning her wound in a unusual way, staring up at her in silence before she was being dragged to their corner. When Zasashi simply shrugged and wanted to tag Shanari, the Russian suddenly rolled away from them and slowly stood back up, growling lowly as she kept her balance upon her two feet and got back into her stance.

" ..If you take pitty on me now... Th-Then.. "

Shanari shook her head wildly from side to side before charging in towards Silvia, trying to clothesline her to the mat.

"Then what?" Silvia sighed, already turned and walking back toward her side of the ring. For all their training and time apart, the match was generally seeming to be a repeat performance to her. She'd tire out Zasashi a few moments, let Gabby wet her appetite for competition, and they'd claim the match. "It's not that I'm trying to hurt you feelings, dear, it's simp..."

An arm across the neck cut her off, a loud gagging grunt being the only air to escape her throat for a second. She crashed hard on the mat, head whipping back and banging down on top of it. She growled softly in pain, curling up slightly and holding her head as she coughed air back into her body. She was genuinely defenseless for a bit.

Gabby had to laugh in her corner, raising her hands in a helpless motion towards Zasashi. "What can I say? I owe you a pint on that call."

Shanari quickly went down with her, not wasting any moment of the precious momentum she was given, she stare down at Silvia, sitting down behind her and trying to wrap her legs around the girl's throat, if she was succesfull she'd place her hands upon the mat and immidiatly pressure the girl's neck, though not using too much strength, muttering out to Silvia.

" ..I rather want to lose knowing you used your all.. Then win knowing you didn't use anything but pitty on me.. "

Zasashi sighed, crossing her arms upon the upper ropes and placed her chin on them, staring over at Gabby.

" Soda would do, you don't want to get me drunk, haha. "

Silvia scowled up at her.
"Pity?!" she wanted to blurt. "You're fucking bleeding through the face, woman! My 'all' puts people in bloody hospitals!"

Presumably though, "Ghhk!" would come out instead as she kicked her feet and grabbed at Shanari's ankles, trying rather poorly to thrash her way loose from the hold. The position was awful for biting and she was a bit shy on air at the moment, so she'd be caught as she was for the time being.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I've seen how you like to loosen up," Gabby smiled back wickedly. "But if you're one of them teetotalers, fine wiff me. Oy, Silvy! Your gal's makin' a reg'lar divvy outta ya over there!" she'd heckle, trying to spark up a bit more anger in the vengeful intellectual.

Shanari brought one hand up from the mat, bringing it over to stroke through Silvia's hair and lowered it down to brush it over her cheek, whispering down to her.

" ..You can take care of me if you really hurt me. I can withstand some pain and blood, love. "

The Russian squeezed a little when Silvia tried to break the hold, though her hannd would still continue to caress the girl's hair and cheek.

Zasashi stared at her and shook her head, calling out to her.

" Don't fall asleep, it wouldn't be a good impression if you did. "

Silvia would grunt and struggle, but meet Shanari's eyes after she spoke. She'd nod a bit in the neck scissors, then seem to realize her opening. She'd reach up and dig her nails into the skin around Shanari's Achilles tendon, pulling at the tender muscle to try and force Shanari to release the hold. Failing that, she'd use her other hand to grab and twist the tactical Russian's big toe to try overwhelming her with pain rather than force. Anything to clear her breathing.

Shanari smirked down at Silvia, though that soon faded when Silvia started to fight back in a much rougher way. She released a soft scream of pain and immidiatly released the girl from the scissors, quickly trying to pull the hand from her toe, if she could succeed at that she'd immidiatly roll back and rub her toe while keeping an eye on Silvia.