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

The harder Serina pulled on Neske's hair, the tighter her jaw clenched, and soon the larger girl was resorting to more direct violence. Still, Neske tried to keep her grip tight as blow after blow rung through her skull and made the whole world seem to throb, though it was becoming more difficult. A lucky shot to the soft part of her temple seemed to make Neske's whole world shudder, a light stream of drool leaking out of her mouth as it loosened its grip ever so slightly. The small world inside the pod seemed to be spinning for Neske, and with one hand she reached out to grab Serina's free shoulder and keep herself upright.

Although Etzli had yipped in surprise and scampered back a bit when Serina had started towards her, Neske's last vestiges of resistance gave her plenty of time to get some distance, and she quickly emboldened herself again.

Apparently content to watch the tableaux play out in silence, she warily followed the proceedings in the pod while...adjusting her belt? Odd. There was definitely something suspicious in the way she checked it, but no foreign objects came out, and for the moment it appeared as if she was happy to let things go where they would, hovering across the ring in the meantime.

Serina wailed on Neske's skull until at long last her grip finally seemed to loosen, allowing the dirty blonde to pull her off. She cringed at the drool on her, and while her skin had some notable teethmarks and looked very red, it seemed as though it hadn't been broken quite yet. "NOW YOU'VE DONE IT, BITCH!"

Slamming the girl's skull back against the cell wall once more, Serina bundled up her fist and drove it deep into Neske's gut over and over. By about the fifth time, she grabbed her by the collar, lifting her up and ending with one last knee strike low blow. "YOU SHOULDA FUCKING STAYED DEAD!"

Her skull throbbing, Neske had loosened her grip just enough for Serina to grab a handful of hair and slam her head back into the side of the pod, rattling her skull and causing her to grunt sheepishly. The pain from that paled in comparison to what happened next, though.

With the limited space in the pod, there wasn't much room to really wind a punch up properly. There also wasn't room to escape, and every hit was sure to drive you into at least one wall. So when Serina's fist dug into Neske's soft, fleshy abdomen, it felt like she was getting the air pressed out of her by a machine. The next blow didn't feel much better, or the one after that, or the one after that, and by the fifth punch she was coughing and wheezing softly as the tiny amount of space had turned into a death trap. Finally, Serina grasped the cuff of Neske's shirt, wrapping her fingers around the closest spot Neske had to a collar and bringing her up just enough to deliver one final, crippling knee between her legs. With a pathetic squeak, she slumped back into the corner of the cell, wrapping one arm over her beaten belly and the other in front of her tired crotch as she effectively removed herself from the scuffle for the time being.

Convinced Neske wasn't about to get back up anytime soon now, Serina left her battered form in the cell and climbed out to face Etzlicoatl. "Now it's your fucking turn..." she growled, cracking her knuckles as she approached the Mexican.

"There's a lot your stupid clown ass has to answer for!" the dirty blonde spat, having noted how much that particular word affected her earlier, she was hoping it'd be a good distraction as she dove forward and tried to tackle Etzli to the mat!

Either Etzli had a plan or she had gravely miscalculated the amount of time it'd take Serina to get from the pod to her, because she was still cackling maniacally at Neske's misfortune when the other girl exited the pod, and by the time she'd moved at all, she was being assaulted.

There was a yelp of apparent surprise as Serina slammed a shoulder into her midsection and then, unexpectedly, Etzli basically pulled guard. Rather than allow herself to be rammed back into the corner (or worse, the cage!) she dropped backwards to the ground, struggling to keep Serina back using her legs. The luchadora was pretty comfortable grappling on the ground, but it was clear she'd rather be throwing lightning-fast flying attacks, especially considering how dangerously unpredictable her new opponent was.

Knocking Etzli over onto the ground, Serina quickly reared up to try and pin her down and mount her. However, the chattery girl wasn't making that easy as she kept using her feet to shove the dirty blonde back. "Ghh...! Goddamn... Little shit!"

Tiring of that fast, Serina grabbed at the Mexican's legs, trying to restrain them. Of course, at that point it was practically second nature to the dirty blonde girl to rise up, yank Etzli's legs open and come back down with a knee drop right onto her groin.

Serina's attempt at her characteristic offense was met with a loud, resounding CLANG noise and an explosion of pain in her kneecap.

It was evident that perhaps that 'low cunning' mentioned earlier had a deeper hold in Etzlicoatl than previously indicated, given the way her wince at the blow quickly transformed into a smug, diabolical grin. A moment later, she was twisting around on the mat, trying to wrap herself around the other girl's leg and trip her over. Success would mean she'd quickly start transitioning into a toehold on the ground, trying to twist Serina's ankle unmercifully.

"Aha!" the Sanguine Serpent crowed triumphantly. "You were taken in by my hoax! Perhaps you should have studied the art of war more closely if you thought I would be caught unawares by your chicanery!"

Apparently somebody had been doing their homework.

Met with a much, much harder surface than what she was expecting, Serina let out a cry as a sharp pain shot throughout her leg. "NNNGhhhh! What the fuck...?!"

Instantly falling over, the dirty blonde clutched her knee in agony, while at the same time in near disbelief over what just happened. This nutjob actually went so far as to wear a steel guard over her groin just to spite her! Who the hell does something like that!?

Not that she had long to contemplate that, before Etzlicoatl was on the attack, wrapping herself around Serina's leg and harshly wrenching her ankle. "NNnnnnnnnhhhh...!" she writhed violently, trying to squirm her way out of her foe's tightening grasp. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna rip out whatever that fucking was and shove it up your cunt...!"

The threat definitely didn't go unheard, but it had some serious competition trying to be heard over all the villainous laughter.

Despite her goofy persona and general overblown-ness, Etzli was deceptively dangerous in the ring, and when she got an advantage she'd hold onto it. For as long as she was able, she cranked the toehold in place, trying as hard as she could to damage her opponent's leg and hinder her mobility. The problem, though, was that Serina was simply stronger than her by a considerable margin, and even if she put all her diminutive might into the hold, it was just delaying the inevitable.

So by the time Serina had managed to power halfway out of the hold, Etzli had recognized that her advantage was about to come to an end. She abandoned it early, pushing off and rolling away gracefully - then, as soon as Serina was up to her knees, the luchadora flung herself at the other girl's back, trying to jump on and apply a sleeper hold like some kind of colorful, squawking backpack.

Tactically speaking, it was....poorly thought out, especially compared to her performance in the match so far.