Friction World Cup Battle Royal

[E,5]

Ok, this was fine, we could still come back from this, just try and get back and-ohgodshe'srunningwhy-"MGH!"

Galliums own move came back to haunt her, only, while her own hip attack was cute, adorable, and a bit sexy, or at least certainly fanservice, given her outfit, and frankly, given that she had a better butt, Cindy's was just pure aggression. Smacking into Gallium's face, it knocked the girls head back into the bottom turnbuckle pad, causing her body to jerk in response before laying back against the turnbuckle, the girl grabbing at her nose in pain.

[E,5]

[E, 5]

After landing the hip attack, Cindy decided to take a moment to revel in her dominance, walking forth with her hands held high and her nose upturned. The crowd disapproved, of course, but that was to be expected. The weak and meek always resented those above them, but she was determined to make this an example of Chinese superiority. Whether they appreciated it or not was inconsequential.

With that necessary bit of theatre out of the way, she strode back over to Gallium, reached down to grasp her by the pink hairs, and started to lift her up, fully intent on bringing this farce to a close.

”Silly girl.” She hissed under her breath, speaking in English to Gallium for the first time. ”You will pay the price for your impertinence, your disrespect, and your poor taste in cosmetics.”

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[E,5]

Well, this all took a wrong turn. Yet it felt very familiar to Gallium, used to having her attempts turned on her over and over again. "EEP!" She yelped, getting tugged up to her feet by her hair, feeling it pull at her scalp.

Desperate to get out of her grip before she could be thrown out, Gallium did the only logical, honorable, most "adult pro wrestler" thing she could think off...and tried to stomp down as hard as she could on Cindy's foot!"

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[E,5]

Cindy was beginning to lose what little patience she had for this farce.

Simply being in the ring with Gallium was insult enough, but the woman insisted on being difficult, even in the most petty ways. There Cindy stood, ready to throw her out of the ring, to the floor with the other peasants, where she belonged. A stomp - a simple, plain stomp - stopped that effort cold. The Won Sibling yelped, out of anger, surprise and pain, as she hopped away and hissed.

As if that wasn’t enough to anger her, she could see that her time was running out. The titantron displayed a countdown now, showing that another contestant was about to enter the fray.

In 3…

2…

1…

[D, 4]

Danika had watched backstage and knew this match could be her ticket out if her losing streak.  Her ticket out of obscurity.  Her ticket out of being a joke in the locker room.

Danica ran down, wasting no time at all, rushing straight at Cindy whom she decided was the biggest threat to her in the ring.  The Czech slid under the ropes and sprang up, rushing Cindy, leaping into the air knee first and trying to catch Cindy with the running knee right in the sternum!

[D,4]

[D,4]

Just a little more, a little longer, and Cindy could be done with Gallium. Then she could focus on the next threat, regroup, and-

The crowd was cheering. Why was the crowd cheering?

Before Cindy could focus on dealing with the pinkette, she was given another target to focus on, spinning about in time to see Danika charging to the ring - but not in time to prepare for it. The woman’s knees slammed into her stomach and drove her back, clear off her feet and right onto her butt. That was where she stayed for the moment, too, coughing up a storm as she cradled her gut.

[C,4]

[E,5]

The foot stomp saved Gallium for a moment, letting the pink haired rookie back up into the corner, as a new girl, announced as Danika, came into the ring and targeted Cindy, dropping her onto her butt.

Gallium didn't know Danika, but she was smart enough to know that, given the size difference, plus Danika being fresh, while Gallium wasn't, it was in her best interest to not put up a fight against her, instead choosing to play it safe and hang back in the corner to let the other two girls fight.

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Danika knew Cindy was momentarily stunned and she intended on capitalizing against the bigger lady.  She ran to the ropes, leaping up onto the middle rope to springboard off, doing a flip mid-air as she sailed towards Cindy.  If this springboard Moonsault connected she would be making quite the impression!

[C,4]

[C,4]

A stream of untranslated curses flew from Cindy’s lip as she reeled from Danika’s blow, cursing her infernal luck. Now she had not one, but two wastrels to deal with, and one of them was quite fresh. She’d been so close with Gallium, and she just knew she could’ve gotten the job done if she had another couple of minutes.

It was a useless thought, and she cast it aside, trying to focus on the situation at hand. No sooner had she begun to realize a little problem: her opponent was gone. At least, she wasn’t in front of her anymore, which likely meant…

Cindy looked up in time to see the moonsault coming towards her, but not in time to do anything to avoid. Danika crashed into the Won Sibling and brought them both down hard to the mat, flattened underneath. Woozy and dazed, she stayed there for the moment, writhing about on the canvas.

[C,4]

[C,4]

Danika had Cindy down and seemed to have a formula that was working out nicely. Strike hard, strike fast. Why deviate from that now? Danika grinned as she stood next to Cindy jumping up as high as she could and tucking her legs in, falling towards Cindy's abdomen with a double knee drop! That would take the fight and the wind out of this woman for certain.

Unless she moved. Then the speedy Danika would be in no small amount of trouble.

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