Tension Elimination Chamber Match

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Match type: Elimination Chamber Match
Winning conditions: Be the only wrestler not to be eliminated
Elimination Conditions: When a wrestler is pinned or submitted they are eliminated.
Entry Condition: Two random wrestlers will start the match, at certain intervals another wrestler will be released from a pod to join the match.  This will continue until all wrestlers have entered the match.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!"

It was time. An absolutely huge main event match, one of the biggest in Tension history. The first ever Tension Elimination Chamber. Six of the best and brightest Tension stars competing for a shot a the Tension World Championship...and Ryo Kamiya was one of them.

"Holy Shit!"

The teen thought, alternating between stretching and just bouncing around excitedly as he awaited to be called for his entrance. The fighters had been kept in separate rooms to get ready and prepared for this match, not to leave said rooms until they were called for their entrance, to keep some of the fighters with bad blood from fighting in the hallways. He was fine with that, he was just excited. Two years he had been in Tension, and this was his first ever chance to get a match at the World title!

Finally, he heard the announcer hyping the crowd up for the main event...when a knock came at his door. "We're ready for you!" a voice cried, a member of the production team, making the kid blink. He was going entering first? He was entering first!

The crowd yelled in surprise and cheers (and maybe a few boos from the anti-hentai and anti-men portion of the fan base), as Ryo's name appeared on the titantron, accompanied by his new theme, though the cheers got louder as he came out onto the ramp, revealing his other surprise, his new, official, ring attire!

Ryo's new ring gear:

Feeling, and looking, quite sexy, with his awesome new look, Ryo made his way down the ramp, slapping various hands, taking a few seconds was to stop and pose, stretching his legs and flexing his arms for the crowd to enjoy, stepping into the ring through the ropes, the production team opening the cage door to let him in.

After one last pose for the crowd, the boy took his vest off, hearing the women swoon at his slim, yet firm, body. Finally, he was lead to his pod, entering it, bouncing from foot to foot as the pod was locked shut, trapping him behind the plexi-glass as he awaited his opponents!

Lean sat quietly, hands in her lap, wringing her fingers nervously. Her eyes were closed upon request, so she had to wait to see the results. Patience wasn't exactly one of her strong suits, but when she had attempted to peek out from ever an eyelid, seven subtly, she had been scolded. Behind her, tagging at her bright blond hair was another rookie, a yet to even debuted talent name Jessica Plowse. The woman was English, a fact her milky accent was quick to remind anyone of. She was a fan, and in recent weeks a friend. They had a few lighthearted spars here and there, but they mostly just chatted in the back from time to time.

“There we have it darling, hopefully this is what you imaged.” Leah felt the woman's fingers traced her collar to rest along her shoulder blades, giving a firm squeeze. Opening her eyes she stared back at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mostly as it tended to be, save for one new detail. Where her headband normally was tucked, her hair itself had been meticulously been braided to form a natural device between her bangs and the rest. She tilted her head to the side, on the right side the braid fell just down past her cheek where several brightly colored feathers of Jade, red, and gold were woven into her hair.

“It's perfect.” Staring on with wide eyed awe, she couldn't have been more impressed. She bit her lip, shaking with anticipation, this was just what she had in mind. Leaning back, she plopped her head into Jessica, craning her neck to peer up at the woman with a beaming smile. “I can't thank you enough, I don't think I could have done this nearly as good as you or finished the dress alone.”

Jessica gave Leah a small wink, flashing a smile that could have easily had her on a red carpet somewhere. “You’d have managed without me, but I appreciate it.” She gave Leah's head a gentle nudge, pushing her back to face forward. “How are you feeling? I would be a wreck in your shoes.” She tugged and fiddled with the collar of Leah’s costume, adjusting things from behind as well as making sure it sat properly on the other girl by looking at her in the mirror from over a shoulder.

“I have so many butterflies in my stomach right now… this is big, yaknow? Real big.” She was jostled a bit as she was pulled slightly from side to side as her long specially tailored dress was made to sit picture perfect over her little frame. At the mention of shoes she glanced to her feet, wiggling her toes within her slip ons. “These will take getting used to... I hope I do alight.” She murmured softly. The flexible and light footwear was far from her usual ring boots. The air on her ankles felt nice though.

“Tosh. You'll be fine. If not, at the very least you'll look smashing.” Jessica slipped out from behind Leah, cupping the young girls cheeks in her hand. The blond stared back blinking, slightly confused by the gesture. With a faint smirk, Jessica gave both her cheeks a firm smack and playfully shoved Leah away. “Go, you don't want to be late, otherwise I’m going to take your spot.” Hands raised, she shooed Leah off towards the door. "Leah, dear. Give them hell."

Leah rubbed her cheeks giving Jessica a slightly incredulous look. “Right. I owe you for the dress, I promise I will pay you back. Cheer for me, okay?” The blond backed away waving, so oblivious of her surrounding she bumped into the door frame. With a small start, she jumped, whirling around to find what she had done. A heavy blush on her face, she hurried out. “Ready or not, here I come!”

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Theme:

Special Ring Gear:

Leah slipped from behind the curtains as her slightly altered theme music filled the arena, already having some people on their feet and cheering before she came into view. A small fish in a relatively large pond that was Tension. She had less competitive experience than possibly everyone else in this match here tonight, but she couldn't dwell on that, not now. She had to shine, smile, and just take in the moment. Win or lose, this was something she was sure to remember, the first real milestone of her career here with the AFW. She made her way along the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp to set her fists on her hips and look out over the crowd. This was, without a doubt, the largest reaction she had ever gotten. It felt good... it felt right. Never mind it was likely because of the hype bubbling over from the match itself.

With a spring in her step, she jogged her way down the ramp, clapping outstretched hands with loud high fives and blowing kisses across the way to those she couldn't get to. Her pace slowed to a stop as she entered the ring side area, staring up at the looming superstructure encasing the ring. She had seen it before, only on television. Standing before it now, it was far more intimidating... larger than she expected. She quietly moved around the side, tracing her fingers along the thick metal supports and down along the woven chains that acted as the walls of the cage. With a soft breath she stepped away from the imposing structure, taking one quick lap around the barricades to exchange a few more high fives and waves before being ushered inside and directed towards her specified pod.

She hadn't been the first to enter though leaving her with two already locked inside. A small detour as she moved along the outside of the ring, making her way to Ryo's pod. He was along the lines of the men she had already faced in Tension, roughly her size, if she had to guess the two of them were likely rather similar in terms to their physical capabilities. He however, had a bit of a reputation, one that was hard for her, or anyone else not to be aware of. She pressed her palm lightly to his pod, drawing in a deep breath through her nose before exhaling hotly onto the clear surface, fogging the plexiglass between them up into an opaque mist film. The tip of her finger sliced through it like a knife, drawing a large heart on the glass before pressing her lips right in the center to leave her imprint. Stepping away, she shot the boy a small wink, coming well prepared with her own brand of pre-match mind games, specifically for him.

Her gaze hadn't lingered too long before she whirled around on her heel, the billowing folds of her long elegant dress flapping behind her as she made her way to dasher's pod. For him, she had something else in mind, though it could easily have been mistaken for more of the same when she casually slipped fingers along the slip in her dress at the thigh, reaching beneath. From under she withdrew a rolled up piece of laminated paper and a pen, things that surely much has been uncomfortable to hide on her way down. Unrolling the paper, she pressed it to the plexiglass, tapping beside it with a pen. It was a head shot of dasher, one taken awhile back as a promotional image.

"Hello Mr. Inoba!" She was yelling rather loudly, over the crowd and unsure if he could hear her from within. "Can I have your autograph?! It's for my brother, Ed! I would appreciate it greatly, thank you!" She paused a moment. "That's for Edgar Shaw. E-D-G-A-R... S-H-A-W. I can't really slip it anywhere I don't think!" She eyed the pod from side to side, attempting to jam the photo between the door of the pod bit having rather poor success. If she couldn't get the headshot in, no way she could manage the pen. Stepping into the corner where the pod met the cage to set both the photo and pen down for semi safe keeping. She looked back to Dasher with a big dumb grin. "For whenever you get out, okay?! Byeeeee!" She gave a cheerful wave before scampering off to her pod, hopping inside like a giddy little schoolgirl. As the plexiglass slipped into place, she breathed on the glass much like she did with Ryo, only now she spelled out her name, backwards in fact, so people on the outside knew who she was, just in case. It wasn't as if they had name tags. As a lass minute addition she added the kanji for "Cool" and "Girl" though, not backwards. her mind would have melted trying to do that.

Mako was thrilled to be fighting tonight. Not only would she finally get her shot at Dasher, but the shark would also get to compete for the chance to get a title shot! The odds weren’t favorable for her, though, seeing as there was five other people that would also be competing. If she was lucky she’d come out of her pod last, but even then this wouldn’t be easy. It wasn’t like the shark was nervous, though. She’d been in tons of tough, grueling matches before. So this wouldn’t be anything new for her-

“Miss Adachi? You’re up in one minute-“ said a Tension employee as he poked his head into the locker room.

“CLOSE THAT DOOR AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Mako roared at the man before throwing a wooden fold up chair at the door. Luckily he dodged out of the way as it smacked against the wall with a loud thwack. As terrified by that reaction as the man was, though, the shark was just as surprised. “Where the fuck did that come from?!” she thought to herself. The shark felt like such a bitch for doing that. She wasn't the kind of asshole who'd blow up on people like that. At this moment Mako was starting to think that she wasn’t as ready as she’d first thought.

“Am I losing it? God what’s wrong with me? Get it together!” were all thought that were flying through her head before a knock at the door caught her attention.

“Umm…I’m sorry Miss Adachi…but my boss will fire me if I don’t tell you to hurry up…so...please don’t kill me…” the man would say in a timid voice. Mako sighed as she heard him, feeling kinda bad for trying to hit him with a chair. Then waking over to the door in her black attire, the shark would open it and pat the poor guy on the head. He looked like he was on the verge of tears...so she'd do her best to cheer him up.

“There...there...I’m uh…sorry about that…chair…” Mako said feeling really awkward about this. She didn’t usually comfort people that much…so this sort of thing wasn’t her specialty. Still the guy seemed less scared, though far more confused, which was good enough for her.

“Welp…it’s now or never…” Mako said still feeling a bit nervous. “Heh...Wish me luck!” she’d say to the guy before giving him a love tap on his shoulder. Then the shark would walk off through the hall to make her big entrance.

Mako Adachi:

The shark's theme would begin to boom throughout the arena as she charged out of the entrance. Fists raised in the air, Mako would bask in the cheers from all the fans as she stood on the stage. They’d even start to shout "MAKO-MAKO-MAKO-MAKO!” repeatedly while clapping. All of this attention was a big boost for her confidence, but the shark was still a bit on edge as she looked at the steel structure.

Her eyes were locked on it as she began to walk down the ramp. Then as she reached the chamber, Mako would get inside as the ref opened the door for her. Out of the three people already inside, the shark immediately started glaring at Dasher. Walking right up to his pod and flipped him off with one hand. Then, she’d slowly move her thumb across her throat threateningly. Clearly she was going for blood tonight. More specifically, Dasher’s blood. Then, without saying a word, Mako walked away to get in her own pod. But not before she saw her speedo loving lover.

Noticing Ryo put a smile on her face. Licking her lips, the shark waved at the guy before she stepped into her pod. She didn’t plan on taking him on the same way their first match had gone, though. Pleasure could come later, but for now the only thing Mako would be giving out was pain! There was also a blonde in the chamber with them, and the shark thought she looked utterly adorable. Beyond that, though, she was a wildcard. Mako didn’t have a clue about what she was capable of, but she was excited to find out.

So shortly after stepping into her pod, it would seal itself shut with her inside. Now all that Mako had to do was just lean back and wait for the last two competitors to come out. She’d try to relax as much as she could to calm her nerves, but it was really hard with all this energy exploding from the thousands of fans around her.

”I can do this.” Felina chanted under her breath, a mantra that she repeated over and over, as if trying to convince herself that it was true. ”IcandothisIcandothis…”

She’d been psyching herself up for the past few minutes, waiting as the entrances played outside of the gorilla position, bouncing from bare foot to bare foot. Dressed up in her full kickboxing attire, she looked like she was ready to do this, had all the necessary accouterments. Her green pads were on tight, her gloves were snug and fit, her long hair was tied tight behind her head, the braid swishing back and forth with every bounce. The tense training she’d gone through in the past three or so weeks had gotten her into top condition, made her a lean mass of muscles and sinew, built her like a panther.

Physically, she felt great. Amazing, even. Mentally…

”You’re almost up.” Carmen’s voice came from behind a nearby curtain, and her cousin followed it a moment later, slipping in through the darkness. She handed off a fresh water, one that Felina took with eager hands. Too thirsty. ”You ready?”

”I…” She wanted to just say ‘I am’ or ‘Yes’ or ‘Hell yes’ or some mixture of all that, but somehow the words got mixed in her throat. She took far too long to get the words out, and Carmen gave her a poke in bellybutton to jumpstart her, letting in a flood of memories from younger days. That had always been her favorite weak spot when they play-wrestled on the trampoline.

”Yooooooou.” Carmen had a short laugh as Felina fussily pushed her poking finger away. ”Come on, it’s just a match, you’ve had plenty of matches.”

Felina spun about on her heel to face the nearest mirror, doing a quick head-to-toe scan as they chatted. ”That’s easy for you to say, Ms. 24/7. This might be the only title shot I get, you know?” She huffed and blew a few unruly strands out of her face. ”I win this and I take on Reira and I-”

”Easy, easy, easy.” Carmen came up behind Felina, planting hands on her shoulders to get in a light massage as they stared at each through the mirror. ”One fight at a time, don’t get ahead of yourself. This match is the only one that matters. We’ll worry about the next one when it gets here.”

”If.”

”When.” Carmen punished Felina negativity with a bop to the back of her head. ”You’ve got this, Felina. Go and show them what you can do. And remember to give Dasher a kick in the head for me, okay?”

They were simple words, but Felina hung on them even now as her theme played and the crowd surged around her. She made her way down to the ring with a spring and her step, waving and bumping fists with everyone she had the chance to, but she had to come to an abrupt stop when she got to the end of the ramp and the Elimination Chamber stood before her, tall and imposing. All those chains and all that metal, put together to create this monstrosity of a ring. She’d studied it, watched the matches, taken notes, but there was nothing like being here and having the enormity of it before, seeing all the painful pratfalls that potentially awaited, seeing all that talent waiting in those pods…

It looked like something out of a Saw movie. Who’d come up with this match-type, anyway?

She did her best to shrug it off and made her way in with more of a spring in her step, bouncing around the ring and doing a quick round to take in her opponents. There was Ryo, who looked a lot cuter up close than she’d expected, with a neat new outfit on top. She threw him a sly wink, before moving on to…

...Mako, the other striker in this ring. She gave the woman a more serious scan over, curious to see if she was as good as Carmen had warned her. All that gushing seemed overblown, but she’d know the truth soon enough. For now, though, she would turn around to face…

...Dasher. The man who’d made his debut in the AFW taking down Carmen, and proven himself to be the man to beat ever since. She kept her gaze hardened on him, noting all the muscle he had packed into that little pod and all the experience he could back up with it.  As much as she hated to admit it, she would need some help if she wanted to take him out, not liking her chances solo. But then, she had options, and there was one woman here she could count on…

...Leah. Felina brightened up as she came hopping over her way, and raised up a hand to high-five through the glass. It was always good to see her, but especially here. If she had one goal, aside from winning it all, it was to do so and keep them both in the match to the end, knowing Leah wasn’t the type who’d hold it against her, regardless of the outcome. ”Love your outfit!”

She finished off her lap and made her way over to the center of the ring, where she did a little shadow boxing and waited for the final entrant to come on out.. She was ready, she was ready, she was ready...

Well, today was the big day, a huge day that Astolfo had been looking forward to, as well as the entire Tension universe.  There had been much speculation and hype on how the match was going to go.  It was history in the making and Astolfo was going to be part of it all.  How could the little pink hair wrestler not be super excited?  He had been doing some extra training, trying to get into the best shape he had ever been in his life.  If he managed to win it all, then not only would he go down in history as the winner of Tension first ever Elimination Chamber Match but he would also get a shot at the title belt itself.  If he could win that belt then his wrestler career and legacy would be secure.

Though in the last half hour he had been trying out different types of clothing he could not make up his mind.  Finally, his manager steps in and told him to just wear his typical wrestling outfit, much to his disappointment.  The pink hair wrestler would even complain about it but his manager would berate him, telling him it was his fault for not picking an outfit earlier when the Elimination Chamber had been announced.  Before he could protest his manager would then tell him it was his time to make his appearance on the match.  Nodding his head he quickly forgot about all his complaining and instead was excited to make his appearance on the match.

The pink hair wrestler theme song would start to play and Astolfo would make his way out to the ramp.  He would start to high fives all sorts of audience members on the right side with both his hands as he made his way down.  When he got close to the ring, he would then start to go back up the ramp, giving high fives to the other side of the audience member that he had missed when he first went down the ramp before going down the ramp once again.  Upon getting close to the ring, he would run around the perimeter of it, once again giving high fives to all the fans, taking every second he could to enjoy the moment.

He would then make his way into the Elimination Chamber but would stay out of the ring, instead deciding to look at each pod.  The first one he would go to was Ryo, he would take a moment to inspect him.  “Not bad, like how you are so fearless with your clothing.  I assume your fighting style will also be fearless.” stated the pink hair wrestler as he gave a smirk before moving to the next pod.  It was another male and a big one known as Dasher.  “Oh wow, you're like the biggest threat here.” stated Astolfo as he was a bit worried about him but he would move on.  The next pod was someone he knew and had fought in the past.  “Wow Leah, you are looking great in that.  If you can, would you keep my secret safe from the rest of them?” ask Astolfo as he offered a wink before moving to the last pod.  The last person was Mako and she looked serious.  “Oh wow, I will try not to get on your bad side.” stated Astolfo as he then makes his way to the ring.

Now in the ring, he would hop back and forth a bit as he looked at his opponent.  “Oh my, you're pretty tall.  Well, let's have a good match, no hard feelings.” stated the Pink hair wrestler as he could see a huge height difference between the two of them but would still have a smile on his face.  He would now simply wait for the bell to ring in order to start the match.

And here came Astolfo.

Felina was still getting warmed up when she came down the ramp, still giggling as Leah nursed her hand, smarting after she’d slapped the glass too hard on their high-five. That was when she turned to see Astolfo, all bright and cheerful and full of energy and giving up half a foot to her at least, with God-knows how many pounds. Carmen had told her to take each opponent seriously, to not let anything go to the wayside, but being 100% honest? She was finding it a wee bit difficult to look at her as a threat. She was fairly sure one of her legs were longer around than her waist.

But she’d won matches. Actually had a pretty decent record, all things considered. Better than hers. There had to be something to him, surely, and there was an obvious way to figure out what it was.

Fists up, eyes forward, focus on. Game time. ”Yeah.” She tapped her fists together as the bell rang. ”No hard feelings.”

Knowing how crucial time could be in this match, Felina wasted no time - she charged straight for Astolfo, skipping along the floor as she neared for some extra momentum. She lashed out the instant she was close enough, raising her leg and shooting out with a quick snap kick aimed at Astolfo’s face, eager to see what sort of reactions she’d be dealing with.

Astolfo listened as his opponent talked back to him, she didn’t really say much but he didn’t blame her. The two were about to fight in one of the biggest matches in Tension and soon more wrestlers would join them. The bell would then ring and the match would start. The pink hair wrestler would stretch her arms out, wanting to enter a collar and elbow in order to get a feel for her. Even though he knew he would probably lose the contest it would still give him some useful information.

His opponent, on the other hand, had a different plan then he did, she had decided to charge at him. The pink hair wrestler would take a step back and would attempt to catch the kick. He would try to keep his opponent now on one leg. If he managed to do this, he would keep this up for a second or two before attempting to throw his opponent leg up, trying to make her lose her balance.

Huh. Astolfo caught the kick. Credit where credit was due, Felina really and truly did not see that one coming. Her kicks were her pride and joy, honed from years of training around the world, delivered with legs that were packed with muscle, swift and sure, so when Astolfo just managed to not only avoid the blow with ease, but catch and hold her legs…

...well, it was surprising, to say the least. Enough that she was stunned for a moment, and that turned out to be a moment to long.

”Wha-” She managed to get out that single syllable before she was dropped flat on her butt from Astolfo’s trip. Her pride was hurt more than anything else, but it wasn’t going to slow her down. She wasn’t going to let it.

Instead of getting all the way up, Felina rose to a crouch and swung her leg out, attempting to take Astolfo’s feet out from under her with a leg sweep.