Friction World Cup Battle Royal

[B,4]

Ha! They called it the Legdrop of (adorable) Doom for a reason! Looking to capitalize on her excellent and shiny legdrop of shinyness, she grabbed Danika's arm and pulled her up to her feet, getting her head firmly in a side headlock.

"Lets go for a run!"

She yelled, running forward a few steps before leaping, trying to bring Danika crashing down face first onto the mat with a running bulldog!

[B,2]

[B,4]

DAnika was in need ofor some desperate recovery time
It was time Gallium was not going to allow her to have
Danika felt her head wrapped up and the two shot forward her face bouncing hard off the mat!

"Ahhh!" Danika howled as she rolled onto her back covering her face.

[B,2]

[E,5]

Now.

The time had to be now.

Cindy had been watching from the corner, biding her time while the idiots wore themselves away, but the time for inaction and patience was gone. Her opponent was wide open, too busy celebrating her momentary triumph, providing her with the perfect opportunity to strike.

After Gallium dropped Danika with the bulldog, Cindy moved in from the side, swiftly crossing the ring. She swung her leg out when she was close enough and threw a vicious roundhouse kick at the Canadian’s chest, looking to drop her to the mat and leave her just as flattened as the Russian. Or the Czech. Or whatever backwater country Danika came from. Hardly important.

[B,2]

[B,2]

Things were going really well!

*Get's kicked right in her small tits and dropped flat onto the mat*

Ok, nevermind, things were going horribly! Seriously, fucking OW! Who kicked people in the tits anyway!?

Such were the thoughts going through young Galliums head, after, the surprise kick from Cindy knocked her flat, the pink haired girl rolling into a fetal position and holding her stinging chest, trying to just make the pain go away.

[B,2]

[B,2]

Danika was down and in a lot of pain, knowing that Gallium was now joining her on the mat nearby. Danika thought it wise to keep her head down and roll away so that she wasn't the focus of whomever was taking control. Right now the bigger Cindy was the one directing the pace, and Danika wanted nothing to do with getting hammered by someone much bigger than she was.

With that she rolled away a ways and laid on the mat trying to recover.

[B,1]

Jessica had always been told that America was the best country in the world. That was fine, she supposed. She loved the Fourth of July and playing football and the freedom to beat the ever loving piss out of girls, and it seemed that America had given her all of those things. So when the AFW staff called on her to represent her country, she beamed with pride. This meant she got to shove Uncle Sam's large cock down the throat of every poor girl who got in her way, and it also meant that they thought that she was the best American wrestler.

And Jessica was going to wave this flag all night long. She had eagerly watched the night's proceeding from the hallway before the staging area, heart pounding and fists clenched. Only a few girls were in the ring now, and so far none had been eliminated. She had been the block enough times to recognize that you wanted to come in as late as possible, but Jessica did not care. Jessica felt like she could outlast an oncoming avalanche if she had to.

She was wearing her typical red, black, and gold garb, and was bouncing from one foot to the next. All of her muscles were loose and limber, and she was ready to unleash the fury of a thousand suns on whichever poor women had the misfortune of standing between her and being the final woman in the ring.

Her music started playing and the crowd turned in horror to find Jessica sprinting down the ramp. Usually, she took her time on the way to the ring, but Jessica did not want to waste even a second. She leaped onto the mat, and then over the top rope in a single bound. When she landed, the entire ring shook.

[C,1]

It looked like there was only one girl standing, so that might as well be the first target. She advanced on the Chinese girl and launched a rocket of a straight right at her face. Jessica was in the ring to create havoc, and that was going to happen from the very get-go.

[B,2]

[B,2]

Finally, finally, Cindy was back in control of the situation. Her patience and attentiveness had paid off, and now she was rewarded with having her pick of the litter. It was only a question of who would suffer her wrath - Gallium, for her constant trifling, or Danika, for laying her out earlier? Perhaps…

She had only begun to move in Danika’s direction when the infernal speakers started up again, heralding the entry of a new opponent. She groaned, turned about to see who she would have to be dealing with now, and found herself watching as a human freight train came barreling into the ring.

Cindy recognized this woman, though the name escaped her at the moment, likely because of the sheer terror running through her veins at the moment. She knew enough, anyway - she was big, had purple hair, and was coming straight towards her.

”Wait, stop!” She raised her hands and stepped back as the juggernaut neared. ”We should work together to-”

The latest entrant wasn’t interested in scheming, it seemed, a fact Cindy learned the hard way when that hellish punch crashed into her face. The blow instantly laid her out, leaving her flat on back and stared up at the ceiling.

To make matters worse, she was fairly certain one of her teeth was coming loose. Lovely.

[C,2]

[B,2]

Oh shit. Oh this this bad, this was very very bad. As if Cindy hadn't been a mean enough lady, here came out Jessica, one of the ladies of WAR, and from Gallium had seen, as well as that punch she decked out Cindy with, Jessica was a much bigger and meaner lady than any of the women in the ring.

But she was a brave Gallium, and she wouldn't take a bully lightly! Getting up to her bare feet, the adorable rookie let out a cry of battle, and charged in leaping onto Jessica's back and wrapping her arms around her neck!

[B,2]

[B,2]

Whoever was standing in front of her was trying to say something. It was kind of adorable, really, to assume that Jessica could be reasoned with in any situation, least of all here. The resounding crack of the blow reverberated around the arena, and there was a clear result: the woman was now down on the mat, and Jessica was now the only one standing. The Violent Violet brought her fist back. A wicked smile was on her face now, as there was so much damage to cause. There was a whole new world open for her now, and she wanted to explore all of it.

She turned towards the other downed woman with thoughts of impressive throws in her head, when a monkey jumped on her back, screaming and all. Jessica quickly shifted her feet so as not to fall over, and stabilized herself in a flash. This person, whoever they were, had their arms around Jessica's neck, and the Violent Violet was not going to abide that.

Her strong right arm reached over her left shoulder. She was groping for something she could latch onto, and found a strap of something. With one fluid and mighty motion, she bent over and tried to pull her opponent off of her, bringing this woman across her body with a force that must have been entirely novel for her. Jessica was attempting to throw this woman onto the ground in front of her, and was not doing it timidly.

[B,2]

[B,1]

Danika groaned as she stood up, Jessica Wright now in the ring making her presence felt. Danika hates this woman, her vile penchant for violence nearly led to a career ending beating for Danika.

It was payback time. Danika stood up and took a breath, seeing Jessica lifting someone up. Danika moved at her from behind jumping up and aiming a spinning wheel kick directly at the back of her unsuspecting head!

[B,2]