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

The pain of crashing through the pseudo-glass door of Serina's pod was immense, and Neske could barely muster a verbal cry as she shivered in place, wide-eyed and in agony. After a moment of motionlessness, she was brought back to reality as her face slammed into the interior wall of the pod, this time eliciting a verbal cry of pain. Serina was grappling for a way out in the tight space, and while Neske was not much more fond of being so confined, her immediate reaction was to retaliate.

Squirming for a better position, Neske threw a wild elbow aimed for Serina's own face, while she tried to spin around and face the other girl. If she could successfully vie for this position, she'd follow up with another short-range headbutt to make her point, and maybe wear down another competitor before Serina had a full range of motion to work with.

"GAH!" Serina shouted in surprise as Neske's elbow smashed her square in the face, knocking her right back against the wall. Before she could recover, she was immediately greeted with another blow, this time the girl's forehead striking her nose. The dirty blonde was dazed briefly, but as soon as that had passed the target of all her frustrations had now become her little chambermate.

"I said get out of my fucking way!" Glaring furiously at the smaller girl in front of her, Serina grabbed her by the hair with both hands and pulled Neske right into a headbutt of her own. Assuming that was successful in stunning the girl, Serina would follow through by quickly bringing up her knee, attempting to slam it right between Neske's thighs.

Locked in the tiny space of this pod with a raging psycho was not where Neske really wanted to be. In fact, locked inside this slightly less small cage with five different psychos wasn't really where she wanted to be, either. Given the circumstances, Neske wanted nothing more than to be outside somewhere, on a beach or something, not locked inside anything with anyone. But that wasn't really the case, and when Serina's skull came crashing into hers, it only made that ll the more apparent.

The blow managed to get her ears ringing and her vision fuzzy, the light that leaked into her vision practically blinding her. Well, blinding her slightly less than the sharp pain of a knee coming up between her legs and crashing hard into her groin. Whatever Serina's plan was from there, it only made the cramped space more uncomfortable, as Neske draped her arms over her opponent's shoulders and leaned her head forward, whimpering quietly from the sudden pain.

"Gah, get off me!" Serina shouted angrily, shoving the mostly limp Neske off of her. Whatever this bitch was trying to do (if she was trying to do anything, that is), the dirty blonde wasn't gonna have any of it. The cozy quarters within the cell wasn't exactly the most comfortable, but it was still enough to move her limbs around, and what's more it kept her victim perpetually in her reach.

Forcing Neske back against one of the still intact walls, Serina attempted to pin her there while she brought her leg back, aiming to slam her knee into the girl's crotch at least three more times before letting go and finishing with another headbutt.

As a noble jaguar warrior and self-proclaimed high priestess of the solar hummingbird, Etzlicoatl was bound to a certain code of decorum and noble conduct, which she immediately upheld to the best of her ability when she saw Neske's predicament.

"Bahahahahaha!!!" she cackled, doubled over and pointing at the pod with the two girls in it. "Where are your insolent japes now, heathen?! Ha ha! You thought you could outsmart the Sanguine Serpent, and now here you stand, thrown to an ogre as vicious as she is imbecilic. Ahhhhahahaha!"

The reality of the situation was that the best of her ability was not particularly high.

"Perhaps you could stay in there for the rest of our glorious flower war, and decline from further sullying the ring with the presence of your inglorious and shabby self."

Whatever recover Neske was starting to make was hampered through the distraction caused by Etzlicoatl's nonsensical taunts, and by the time her focus was back on Serina, Neske found herself slammed into the side of the pod once more. Initially, she reflexively squirmed and struggled, but soon another hard knee came slamming between her legs. Her instinct to scream was choked out, instead replaced with a quiet squeak, when Serina hit her below the belt again, and yet another time. By the third blow, she was hunched over as much as she could be in their confined space, tears welling in her eyes as both hands covered her worn groin. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" she breathlessly squealed, looking up just in time to take another skull to the face and slump back against the pod, groaning dizzily.

Serina wasn't exactly the smartest, but she was far from stupid. Not that it'd take much to figure out what Etzlicoatl was shouting about. Yet another strike against her in Serina's book, and that list was growing pretty fast. "The fuck did you call me!?" she shouted, turning her head towards the girl just outside of the shared cell.

Ignoring Neske's cries, the dirty blonde rose her fist and punched Neske in the face without missing a beat, even as she continued to glare at the small Mexican girl. "Right after I'm done with this trash you're next, cuntrag!"

Etzli wasn't stupid---okay, I can't type that without laughing. Etzli was a dim soul, but she definitely had a measure of cunning in her, and she knew the more she could rile Serina up, the more that she'd 1) wear herself out beating on Neske and 2) reduce the level of threat Neske posed.

"Oh, did I make offense to your sensibilities?" she crowed, rubbing comically at her eyes in an exaggerated crying motion. "Perhaps you could cry your grievances away. You could stand in the common square for all to behold, with a sign around your neck that reads 'Here you may see a halfwit', wailing in crude despair at her low birth and dubious wrestling abilities. Perhaps some of them would deign to give you a loose coin or two, so that you could afford a book to read--"

She couldn't get through the end of that without cackling either, as it turned out. Poor Neske.

Things were going so well to be like this now. Neske had gone from facing one opponent she could arguably handle, to being the punching bag for two different girls with little say in her fate, and already she was starting to feel worn down. The cursory punch to the face left a light bruise around her eye, and for all the pain she was going through, Neske was starting to get agitated. Sure, she wasn't the most impressive or intimidating wrestler here, not by a long shot, but to just be beaten up and ignored? No, that shit didn't fly with her. Not by a long shot.

With Serina's focus still aimed at Etzli, Neske decided to lunge forward and use the one trick Serina hadn't yet: opening her jaw wide and clamping down on some flesh. With her mouth wrapped around Serina's shoulder, Neske growled angrily, not at all willing to let go if she could help it.

Well that did it.

Not that it took much, but still.

"Ok, bitch, you just got moved up the list!" Serina snarled, preparing to finally make her way out of her pod. At least until Neske sprung to life out of nowhere, and sunk her teeth into the dirty blonde's exposed shoulder.

"AARRRRRRHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!" she howled in agony, instinctively grabbing the small girl by the hair and trying to pry her off. When that didn't work right away, Serina quickly switched to punching Neske in the head, hoping that would work. "LET GO YOU CRAZY SHIT!"