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

Serina didn't exactly like the fact she just got saved by Etzli. She didn't exactly like that she got called a minion by Etzli. She didn't exactly like Etzli (though to be fair there weren't a lot of people she did).

But she wasn't gonna let any of that stop her from taking an opportunity that was tossed out in front of her. For some reason, Gabbie really seemed to hate her, though as far as the dirty blonde remembered, they never interacted before even once. Not that it was gonna matter, because Serina was about to give her a reason.

"Whatever the fuck your problem is... You can shove it right up here!" Serina managed to spit out, rising up on her knees and throwing an uppercut with all her might right between Gabbie's thighs.

What were the odds she was wearing a cup too, anyway?

Gabbie was still struggling to break free from Etzlicoatl as well as struggling to understand the girl's tactics when she heard Serina's growl. Her eyes widened. She knew she was a target, but when the fist slammed between her legs, everything flashed white for a moment.

"Yaaaaaahhhh"

Her head whipped backwards as a shrill cry of pain escaped her lips and she falter. The inability to soother her aching groin caused her body to thrash uncontrollably while she fought away tears.

Well, Etzli figured, better Gabbie than her.

"Yessss!" she exulted as the other girl thrashed in obvious and totally understandable pain. "The blow is struck, and at last we enter into the greatest alliance that will ever be seen in---OH NO, SHE IS ESCAPING MY GRASP AND STORMING FORWARD TO MAKE WAR UPON YOU---"

This was...not totally true; although Gabbie had definitely succeeded in getting an arm loose, the part about storming forward was entirely due to the fact that Etzli wound up and shoved the kickboxer right at Serina. It was very obvious, and not a particularly subtle attempt at misdirection.

No groin protector there. That was good, although it was still ridiculous that it could be a legitimate concern. Whatever her face was definitely felt that one.

Managing to stagger up to her feet, the next thought in Serina's mind was to scream at Etzli to shut the fuck up, but instead that was made secondary to the flailing blonde coming directly at her. Without much time to think, the dirty brawler reached out and grabbed Gabbie by the front of her outfit and spun around while pitching forward, aiming to throw the kickboxer right over her shoulder.

Gabbie didn't have time to think about soothing her aching groin as once again she was forced to listen to Etzlicoatl's screaming in her ear. She was already quite thrown off her game, but the hard shove made her stumble into Serina'a clutches only to be grabbed and tossed like she was a sack of potatoes down hard against the mats.

She landed in a heap. One hand slipped between her legs while the other cradled her head. This wasn't how she was expecting things to go at all!

"Nnnnnnhhh..."

Etzilcoatl was the more annoying of the two, but Gabbie was definitely the more dangerous. The luchadora probably realized that as well, which was why she helped her out there. Probably.

Deciding to just ignore the screechy bird, Serina's attention was now all on the blonde laid out in front of her. "Tch... That's what you get for interfering you stupid cunt!" she shouted, pulling back her leg and attempting to kick the side of Gabbie's head.

The second the kick landed, Etzli sprang into action. She hopped up to grab Serina's neck and dropped backwards with both knees up, trying to use her weight to pull the brawler down into a lungblower.

This was the second time she'd ambushed somebody as soon as they'd turned their back. It was obvious that her perfidious nature served her well in this type of multi-girl match, and even more so that none of the other wrestlers could trust her to be 'on their side' any longer than they could keep line of sight on her.

Why did everyone just yell? That was the only thing Gabbie could focus on to try and keep the various spots of pain on her body from torturing her too badly. Serina's kick kept Gabbie stunned and she pulled her hand up where she was kicked, trying to roll away from Serina, not realizing she had been assaulted by the treacherous Eztlicoatl as well.

No sooner had Serina punted Gabbie's head than Etzlicoatl was already on her back. Couldn't this have fucking wait until after she pounded the shit out of the kickboxer? Evidently, no.

Tipping over backwards, the dirty blonde had no choice but to land with Etzli's knees stabbed into her back, a somewhat fitting fate considering what just happened earlier. "GGHAAA..!" Crying out, Serina flopped right off the luchadora's legs and down onto the mat, writhing in pain as she clutched her back.

This was.....going really well, actually!  Etzli had already basically killed Neske*, and now she'd managed to sow enough chaos that it was anybody's game.  The possibility that she would be ganged up on and stomped into oblivion as soon as the match got going - which was, let's face it, quite strong - had nagged at Etzli for days before the match, and seeing things go in the exact opposite direction did a number on her perpetually-faltering confidence.

Gabbie was already trying to get up, so the wise thing to do would've been to follow up on her and make sure the punishment was evenly distributed between all possible threats.  Etzlicoatl, being Etzlicoatl, did not do this; instead, she went for Maximum Style Points by rolling the downed Serina onto Gabbie and trying to pin them both at the same time while also striking a pose.

"Count!" she demanded, since apparently the ref wasn't fast enough for her tastes.  "Count now, and declare my triumph to the masses!"

There was only so many times she could afford to skate on the edge of the proverbial knife during this match, and at some point her luck was going to run out, but she had to get credit for pushing that luck as far as it could go.


*In reality, of course, Serina had killed Neske.  Etzli was counting this as a victory for herself, partly because she had precipitated it and mostly because she was a tremendous glory-hound.