Elimination Chamber: Neske Alapo Vs. Gabbie Desjardin Vs. Etzlicoatl Vs. Serina Kashibara Vs. Akiha Kosha Vs. Belinda Northman

Blow after blow rained onto the top of Neske's skull, and while their ferocity was not particularly dangerous, the amount of hits was starting to make up for the effect. Plus, it was really messing up her hat.

As the flurry of attacks landed on the top of her head, Neske looked around for some way to turn this in her favor. With Etzlicoatl partially distracted, she reached back and wrapped both arms around an open leg, pulling forward and hopefully driving her opponent down onto her butt. "For fuck's sake, stop! Don't you take anything seriously?" Neske knew the hypocrisy of her question, while she wasn't as boisterous or comical she certainly didn't see wrestling as something to be taken too seriously just yet, but... this was different. Too "in your face" for her tastes. Spinning around while Etzli was hopefully still seated, she pulled a fist back, looking to hook it forward into the Mexican girl's jaw for a sort of improvised ground and pound.

Somewhere in the middle of her flailing offense, Etzli's priorities were totally overridden by a rising chant. From the pods, from the crowd, seemingly from everywhere - the Killing Word upon the lips of a legion. Clown.

An indignant bellow of "SILENCE--" was all she managed to get out before Neske swept her legs out from under her, and then they were both and the mat and the fists and forearms were flying. Etzli shielded her face, trying to protect herself from the worst of the blows - neither of them were in a particularly great position, offensively speaking, but she was pretty fragile and a shot to the head would still hurt - and threw the odd upkick at her assailant, trying more to shove her off than to actually do damage.

Despite all the thrashing, there was a suspicious silence to the Sanguine Serpent. No grandstanding, no maniacal protests of superiority. It was very possible that, at long last, something had finally succeeded at getting under her skin - that, rather than the usual goofy persona that drew the crowds in, Etzlicoat was legitimately becoming enraged.

Ominous.

A smile would appear on Akiha face as the rest of the audience joined in as she then stopped chanting. Not only did the audience join in but it seemed to have caught Etzlicoatl off guard, allowing Neske to get a shot in. Despite being trapped in a pod, the Japanese wrestler had still been able to influence the match. Now she would stay in her pod and continue to watch the match, waiting to see if she could influence in another matter or waiting until she was released. Until such a time arrive she would enjoy seeing Neske gaining the upper hand.

So far this match had been going surprisingly well for Neske, even with her earlier confidence. For some wrestlers in the league, a back and forth match with Etzlicoatl may have not been the sign of a good start, but given that her usual standing was taking a vicious beating and delivering next to nothing in return, a back and forth with anyone was a huge improvement for Neske.

However, her counter-offensive was cut short as a leg was brought up between the two of them and pressed out, forcing Neske onto her own rear. She got ready to climb to her feet, but as her eyes met Etzlicoatl's, she noticed a change, something that left her halted in her tracks. The goofy, over-exaggerated expressions of her opponent were gone, now replaced with a darkness in her eyes, a sinister seriousness that completely took Neske off guard. Perhaps all that talk about taking things more seriously was a bad idea after all.

Etzlicoatl had spent four straight years wrestling in the lucha libre independents, going by a totally inoffensive blue chipper gimmick and a generic mask, and nobody had even given her a second thought. It'd necessitated the creation of her 'persona', the elaborate over-the-top supervillain, just to get her enough money to live off. And now, an entire arena full of people had the audacity to chant at her like she'd never been there? Like she was just some pretender off the street?

She was seeing red.

Neske had little more warning than a snarl and a glare as she stumbled backwards, and a moment later the diminutive Nahuatl was on her, scrambling for position and trying to get a solid grip - which, given her technical proficiency, was not a surprise when she got it and then some. Grabbing tightly onto the other girl's arm and leg, Etzli heaved upward like she was powerlifting, popping Neske up onto her shoulder's in a fireman's carry. It was a surprising display of strength for someone of her size, and probably would've drawn some impressed reactions from the crowd.

Would've, because everybody forgot about it a second later as Etzli charged all the way across the ring, letting out an enraged roar, and full-on launched Neske right at the front of Serina's pod. It was...kind of like a Death Valley Driver, and kind of like a spear, and all around rather sloppy, but when that kind of thing came at full running speed and had the weight of two girls behind it, technique was probably not as important as it could've been.

Neske had a penchant for getting under people's skin. To some people, it might seem like a gift, a talent, but for her it was more like a bad habit. Most of the time it wasn't deliberate, she just had a different approach to situations, a different view on what was and what wasn't okay to say, and a keen, if unintentional, eye for people's vulnerabilities. It was bad enough to get her labeled a sociopath, but for most of her life, she hardly cared.

That was, of course, before she joined the AFW. The place where girls from around the world get in a ring together and look for reasons to beat the stuffing out of each other. That's where she learned to start caring.

As the enraged Etzlicoatl lifted Neske above her head, all she could think about was how hard she fucked up. Possibly the one wrestler she could handle in this mess, the one who was so over-the-top that Neske could get a leg up on her, and Neske went and pissed the girl off. She didn't even have the presence of mind to squirm as she was hoisted across the ring at top speed. She didn't do much of anything until the impact came, at which point all of her fears and worries came to manifest all at once.

In a sudden and intense rush of pain, both bodies collided with the Plexiglas door of Serina's pod, sending a spiderweb crack along the surface of the glass. Small nicks opened up along Neske's exposed back, and her spine wracked with pain. The moment before the impact, she let out a loud, fearful yelp, almost as if preemptively feeling the hurt, but when they hit that door, all of that voice was promptly knocked out of her, replaced with a quiet gasping as she convulsed against the surface.

Serina jolted in fear as that tiny bitch was slammed right up against her chamber, sending cracks through out the clear plexiglass wall. Weren't these fucking things supposed to be solid!? Sure she wanted to just get in on the action and beat the shit out of that obnoxious Mexican brat already, but preferably without having glass shattered all over her first. She was still already pissed off about getting interrupted by her that last time, but now this!?

Pressing her back nervously against the wall farthest away, she tried to stick her head up to see over Neske and hopefully make some angry eye contact with Etzlicoatl. "YOU FUCKING SHIT, IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN I WILL TEAR YOUR CUNT OFF!"

Not like much of that could be heard outside of the chamber, especially with the raucous crowd shouting and cheering.

Etzlicoatl was untethered and her rage knew no bounds.

The sound of the plexiglass giving way slightly as Neske crashed into it was satisfying; the yelp of pain from the other girl was even more so. As she rose, shaking her shoulders out and trying to devise an appropriately elaborate submission to apply, movement inside the pod caught her eye. Serina, distorted behind a web of cracked glass, was glaring and apparently shouting at them. Oh, after all the taunting, the other girls didn't like Etzli taking notice of them? They were upset at the clown? How very unfortunate.

The luchadora abandoned her plans, instead opting to grab Neske's prone form and hoist it back up into the same position, then backed up a few steps. There was just enough time for everyone to realize what was happening, and then she got a running start and launched Neske at the pod again, right at the same spot they'd weakened with the last crash.

The line was now crossed. Things had become abruptly quite serious.

The pace of this match had taken a complete 180, and Neske was caught quite literally in the middle of it. Etzlicoatl meant business, if she didn't before, and whatever anger she felt towardse Neske, the audience, the other wrestlers, anyone who had called her a clown and not taken seriously, all of it was being directed at Neske in this fatal moment. Hoisted helplessly to her feet, and too winded to resist, Neske was helpless as Ezlicoatl came charging back towards her, slamming her right into the already cracked chamber door. And, with the force of that impact, the nigh-impossible happened, and the force of two relatively small girls sent Neske through the door and into the pod.

The crowd erupted with roaring cheers at the display of incredible violence, this kind of over-the-top showmanship being exactly what many of them were here for. As for Neske, she now found her self sharing a pod with the angriest competitor in the arena, if not the whole league. More accurately, she found herself landing right on top of said fleshy ball of anger. While the acrylic sheet of the door had not broken down into terribly explosive shards, and so neither of the girls had been horribly cut, space was scant in that pod, and whether or not the management was ready to "randomly" release the first girl or not, Serina had a way out.

Serina screamed as the wall gave out, throwing up her arms to protect her face and turning away as pieces of plastic blasted into the chamber, along with Neske herself. ""Gggggfffffff!" the dirty blonde grunted audibly as the petite girl landed on top of her, inadvertently poking a few shards into her exposed skin and leaving a few cuts across her torso.

She decided then and there that she was going to murder Etzlicoatl. Right after this little shit got out of her way. Even as skinny as Neske was, there wasn't a lot of elbow space in that chamber, not to mention the remains of the panel scattered about meant she wanted to avoid having to struggle around too much and get more cuts. What was more, the sack of deadweight there wasn't exactly doing much to help in that regard.

"Get the FUCK outta my way!" Serina screamed in a rage, reaching up to grab Neske by the hair and shove her face against one of the still-intact surfaces.