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

Serina grinned sadistically, fairly certain Belinda definitely felt that one. Before she could press much harder however, the other blonde in the battle trucked her from behind, knocking her down t the mat. "GAH! The fuck was that...!?"

Before the dirty blonde could recover much, however, Gabbie was already upon her, constricting her arms around Serina's body and squeezing down. "L-let go of me, bitch!" she spat, squirming and kicking her legs. "My business is with that other blonde whore!"

The crowd didn't realize Etzli had disappeared until she reappeared, ironically enough.

Having more or less knocked herself loopy on the tope con giro, she'd spent a few minutes recovering on the outside, making herself less of a target - the exact tactic Neske was using at the moment.  With the tide of the fight turning again, though, her opportunity presented itself.  Serina, apparently a very sore loser, had decided to wreak havoc, leaving Belinda on the mat, Gabbie thoroughly distracted, and Akiha presumably having a tantrum on the outside or whatever.  The Nahuatl shook her head to clear it, took a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear, and then scrambled into the ring.

Leaving Gabbie to try to wrangle Serina, she seized the downed Swede by the arms and rolled her onto her stomach - normally a difficult task due to Belinda's strength, but the prodigious low blow she'd just received made it a little easier.  She hooked both of Belinda's arms around her throat and planted a boot between her shoulders, trying to wrench her back into sort of a straitjacket surfboard.  It was uncharacteristically...violent by Etzlicoatl's usual standards - she was clearly taking things extremely seriously now, and that marathon of Abattoir matches the network had been showing while she was laid up after the match with Spider Kikuchi had obviously given her some inspiration.

Dark brown eyes snapped over to the dubious Neske.  

"Neske!"  Etzli's voice had a note of urgency to it - she wasn't totally confident she could keep Belinda immobilized terribly long, even if she succeeded in applying a hold as painful and effective as this one.  "Are you actually unconscious, or are you just, um...."  She reddened slightly, realizing how ridiculous this probably sounded.  "Uh, if you can get up......do.  We kinda need to capitalize here."

"YOUR BUSINESS IS TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THE RING!" Gabbie screamed back, uncharacteristically incensed by the dirty blonde. "I'll throw you out myself if I have to." Growled the Canadian. She respected the rules and even in this free-for-all where anything went, she still expected something a little bit more than complete and total anarchy.

Gabbie tried to shuffle up the dirty blonde, inching herself along the long body of the svelte girl while maintaining the tight grip of her arms around Serina. She looked like she was inching up a log in an obstacle course or something similar, but she wasn't going to let Serina get away with anything else.

Her legs tried to wrap around Serina as well while Gabbie rocked her hips back and forth to get the motion she needed to climb up Serina's body while she gripped Serina's body as tightly as she could with her hands, using them to hold onto Serina until she could arch her body and pull them up. As she slowly wormed up Serina's lithe fram, she would try and apply a choke to the dirty blonde if she could get in a position to wrap an arm around Serina's throat. If she was out cold, then she could just drag her to the door and toss her out.

Belinda was still feeling a pretty significant pain in her crotch from that painful stomping kick she had taken, though it seemed as if Belinda was not going to be allowed to rest up and who could blame anyone to not allow her to do so, at the moment she was the most fresh of all the fighters in the chamber...not to mention she had been doing fairly well since she had come into the ring.

The young blond was soon rolled over onto her front though, letting out a groan as her arms were grabbed...she was fairly familiar with the young woman who seated her rear down against the small of her back. Etzlicoatl whom the young blond had faced before in a match and played along with the Sanguine serpents antics. However, she didn't have as much time to do so right now, instead she was grabbed by her arms which were crossed against her neck pulling the Swede into a straight jacket submission. " Aaahh...!" Belinda yelped out as she was being bent back and incapacitated for the moment, her feet kicking against the mat as she tried to rock her body from left to right what little she could.

Sprawled out on her back, panting and soaked in sweat, Neske's vision was fading in and out when the familiar high-pitched squaking of a certain luchador caught her attention. Well, really Etzlicoatl's voice was significantly less high-pitched or bird-like when she was speaking candidly, and as Neske's mind slowly registered her surroundings again and what was being said to her, part of her hoped that Etzli wasn't going to go back into character any time soon.

More prevalent, though, was the fellow jobber's request, and once Neske had a handle on things, she had to admit the Mexican had a point. They probably weren't going to get another chance like this, and as tired, sore, and plain aggravated as she was right now, a clear head was probably her greatest ally. With considerable effort, she pulled herself up to a crouching position, taking a few more deep breaths before standing on wobbly legs and moving closer to Belinda and her assailant. It was a pretty opportune situation, with Belinda all tied up, and Neske didn't even have to worry about getting countered if she wanted to try... uh, something. She wasn't sure what. With Belinda so low to the ground, the only thing Neske could think of was kicking her exposed front, but... that seemed kind of like a dick move. That might not be an expense anyone else would spare on her, but if someone did... it would probably be Belinda. And the way she saw it, Neske didn't really want to give her an excuse to do so in the future.

So instead, she just kind of knelt there, watching the two of them tussle. "Y-yeah, okay," she blurted, hoping she could reassure Etzli that they were still allies without actually hurting anyone. "You got it."

Akiha entire body was still hurting but she now had the energy and determination to get back on her feet. Taking a moment to inhale and exhale, the raven hair wrestler would push off the floor, getting on her hands and knees. She would shake her head before looking a bit around. She could see that Serina and Gabbie were both fighting each other. Hopefully, Serina could do some serious damage to her before eventually leaving the ring. Her attention then shifted where she then spotted Belinda and Etzlicoatl who was now taking advantage of Belinda weaken state. Neske was nearby but she wasn't doing much at the moment.

The Japanese wrestler would then raise to her feet. Not wasting a moment she would charge towards Belinda position. Everyone would probably assume she was coming in to take down her arch rival. Yet as she got close, she would attempt to deliver a brutal kick right to Etzlicoatl face and if possible attempt to sandwich her opponent face between her boot and the canvas. “Belinda Is My Rival! I've Fought Her Three Times And Unlike You, I've Actually Beaten Her Before!” bellow Akiha in a furious tone as her ferocity could be seen in her eyes as she glared at everyone with wide open eyes. Though if her attack connected, her sights would then focus on Neske.

Serina wildly struggled against Gabbie's constricting grip, but the blonde was both stronger and more skilled, so needless to say, she wasn't making much progress.  The dirty blonde groaned loudly as her assailant locked in her hold, powerful legs clamped down around her waist, while an arm came under her chin and started to compress her windpipe.  At least her arms were free now, though.

"F-f...  fuck...!" Serina cursed, already feeling her strength starting to get sapped away.  Reaching over her shoulder as far as she could, she attempted to claw the kickboxer right across the face, hoping it would be enough to make her let go.

The attempted ambush was going very poorly, by Etzlicoatl's standards.

Granted, the hold she'd managed to keep Belinda in for the time being was excruciatingly painful - and practically a choke - but she was having to wrench on it with all the might in her small frame just to keep the Swede immobilized. Ideally, she thought, this would be where Neske helped her with a double-team move to really solidify their advantage, but Neske was, predictably, freezing up like a deer in the headlights. The Nahuatl huffed, resolving to walk her through this thing.

"Listen. Just kick her in the head." Nothing. Etzli's eyes widened in frustration. "Kick her in the head. NESKE. KICK HER IN THE HEAD--"

What followed was hilariously ironic from the audience's perspective, but having been blindsided from the right, she was in no position to appreciate the humor of her words combined with what had followed. One head-kick later, Etzli crashed to the mat, overwhelmed by a bullrush of precision striking and unnecessary capitalization. By the gods, her supposed ally had failed her yet again. She was now past the point of supercilious in-character annoyance and well into 'why can't you do anything right' territory.

Gabbie had to admit, as Serina managed to get to her hands and feet, and then to a standing position with Gabbie firmly latched onto her, that maybe, just maybe, the dirty blonde had some actual fight and will underneath all that vitriol and fetish-like proclivity towards crotch abuse. It would almost be admirable if it wasn't happening to her.

When Gabbie was propped up held aloft by Derina's strength and straddling her like a backpack, the Canadian immediately released the scissors and leaned forward. As stubborn as Serina was, with such a tight choke, the only thing that could keep her from going down was to take advantage of the few moments Gabbie was hanging in the air.

While she quickly remedied that, Serina found another path and gouged Gabbie's eyes.

"Aaaaah!"

Gabbie shut her eyes, released the choke as instantly shoved Serina away. She knew she might be a sitting duck now, but her eyes burned and she could only try and create separation and hope for the best.

The young blond was in no position to do much now as she could feel life slowly drain out of her, her face was starting to turn red....she needed to get out of this hold but she had no idea how to even do that at the moment and what Etzli was shouting was causing her enough worry at the moment as if Neske came in and started kicking her in the head, then it wouldn't be long before she was out.

Soon enough though it seemed she had a saving grace come her way, in the form of her arch rival Akiha coming in with a brutal stomp the Etzli's face, knocking the smaller girl off of Belinda and allowing the blond to start to roll away a bit, coughing out as she tried to get back as much air as she could into her lungs. She'd start to push herself up into a seated position, shaking her head a little as she needed a moment to rest up after that brutal hold.