Four Way in a Steel Cage! (For Clobber, ICNTIM, and Person)

Neske was getting tired of this shit. Just as she sunk her claws into the sides of the steel cage, she found Ren's taunt body slamming the rest of her into it, loosening her grip just enough to get pulled away by her hair with a pained squeal. She was turned to face her opponent just to find a fist into her open gut, followed by another, followed by another. Each blow into her sweaty stomach knocked a mouthful of spit out of her body, accompanied by what wind she had left in her, until she was almost doubling over completely after the fourth or fifth punch.

The raven hair wrestler was now down on the ground. Being in a four-way cage match was something totally new and unique to her. Being in control and staying in control of such a match was proving to be near impossible. Yet her train of thought was ended as she felt her ankle being placed in a lock. “AHH” scream the Japanese wrestler as she would then try to make her way to the ropes. She was now too busy focusing on escaping from the lock that she lost focus on the other two wrestlers in the match.

She grinned a bit as her fist connected with Neske's gut. After the girl was helplessly doubled over in pain, she grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the turnbuckles. She rose her knee quickly, with full intent of delivering a sharp blow to Neske's stomach to weaken her more before she would be able to climb the turnbuckles with one hand firmly grabbing the poor girl's hair. She had no plans to stop at the turnbuckles, though, as she had one last plan while the other two were distracted with one another...

By now, the roaring of the crowd was drowning out all else. Sion was aware of nothing but the raven-haired girl in front of her, of the hold she had locked in. Akiha's attempts to drag herself towards the rope only served to make Sion more desperate, the Egyptian finding new reserves of strength to try to twist Akiha's ankle even harder, not recalling that rope breaks didn't apply in cage matches.

With a groan, Neske weakly obeyed as she was dragged towards the turnbuckle, her body shuddering in pain as another knee slammed into her stomach, the wind forced hard out of her body and replaced with a knot of pain. As Ren climbed the side of the cage, Neske was confused by the fact that she was being dragged along, even if it was by the taunt hair of her head. Sure, it hurt, a lot, but Ren was bringing her that much closer to victory. Maybe she was bringing her up to a safe place out of pity, or maybe she was in for that much more hurt. Whatever the reason, Neske would rather use what strength she had left to climb along, rather than dangle high in the air by her hair.

Akiha leg was in pain, the hold that Sion had on her was doing some damage. The raven hair wrestler would continue to crawl towards the ropes. Still even if she got to the ropes her opponent wouldn't need to let go. That being said, it could help her out of the hold. Yet the Japanese wrestler decided to go with another idea. She would attempt to turn on her back before attempting to a brutal kick aimed at Sion in hopes of getting the Egyptian girl off her.

She grinned and slowly began climbing up the cage, though it was awkward as she was still dragging the girl by her hair. "Sorry about this..." It was a bit of an awkward climb, but she was aiming to climb to the very top. If she could make it to the top, she would turn around to sit herself on the corner, placing the girl's head between her shins in an awkward start to a powerbomb.

Left with very little awareness aside from the foot in her hands and the girl on the ground before her. Feeling her opponent start to try to turn around, Sion would tighten up the hold further in an attempt to keep Akiha from turning over, raising the leg up and slamming it into the mat, knee-first, for good measure.

Neske trailed behind as she was pulled up the vertical climb by her hair like a dog on a short leash. If this girl was really sorry, she had a funny way of showing it, though Neske hardly had the strength to say this out loud, instead panting and groaning from the beating she'd been receiving. Any hopes of being helped over the top were dashed as Ren's legs clamped around her head- she didn't know where this was going, but she had a feeling it included down.

Akiha had attempted to roll but her opponent tightened the lock before slamming it down to the canvas.  “AHH!” yelled the raven hair wrestler as she would hold her knee for a second or two before then still crawling towards the ropes.  She would eventually get to the ropes and grab tightly onto them before trying to yank her leg back, now using the ropes to add leverage.