Tension Elimination Chamber Match

Felina wished she could kick herself. Wished she could copy her body, turn around, and give herself a good kick in the forehead.

She’d gone into this knowing Mr. Bowlcut here would be a problem. He was the biggest, strongest, most experienced wrestler in this match by a longshot, and it was all too obvious that, once he entered the fray, the entire dynamic of this match would turn on its head. Should’ve been prepared for that. Thought up some kind of strategy. Hell, worked with Leah to hash a plan out.

Nope. Here they were. Working by the seat of their pants. At least they had the big lug on the ropes for the moment, giving him some real offense. She and Leah actually made an effective team overall, so if they just kept the pressure, maybe they could-

Whatever plan had been forming in Felina’s mind came to nothing as Dasher roared back to life and lashed out with those sledgehammers he called fists. Right in her tits, too. Jerk.

It wouldn’t have been the most pleasant thing to take if the match had just started, but with all the accumulated damage Felina had been taking, it was too much. Down she went, right on her back, hissing up a storm as she clutched her battered chest.

Leah had just managed to make her way over, too late to assist in Felina's monumental task of hauling the bowlcut bruiser to his feet. She had sur e herself up on steady legs, working out the kinks in her form on the short approach to the two. She laid a hand on the man's shoulder, just in time to assist like someone taking the cushions for people trying to move a couch… it was the thought that counted though, right?

Almost as soon as she had laid a finger on him however, her hands were batter aside, causing the blond to reel back with arms windmilling in an attempt to keep her balance. Before she could manage that, massive open palm clapped down across her breasts. She let out a howl of pain as the audience hissed and gasped at the echoing thunder that struct both her and Felina.

Leah went tumbling back, head over heels until she ended on her front, clutching her chest as if clinging to a security blanket. Her form was curled up in a tight ball, legs from the knee down kicking wildly to try and somehow shake pain out of her body. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as she clenched her teeth trying to hold them back but the sting was so crippling she was finding it difficult

Dasher was not one to revisit past techniques so often or go digging back into his bag of tricks for the same maneuver within the same match like this. It was simply out of wrestling etiquette towards allowing the audience to witness the full gamut of his expansive wrestling repertoire. But after having sustained the amount of jaw-cracking, head-walloping, blunt force trauma as the Dashing One has...with the match becoming less and less in his favor as time progressed and hints of desperation creeping into his forethought...he was willing to be chastised on wrestling websites for a stale moveset if it meant walking out of this accursed cage with his bowl-cut head held high and his arm raised in victory. Hence why both ladies would now no doubt be applying an ice pack to their breasts later on the night after having been christened with not one but two of the most dangerous open-handed slaps in the wrestling game today.

Playing dead just so happened to be one wrestling strategy in his bag of tricks that Dasher hasn't implemented yet...though it didn't take much effort to pull off that deception as the The Dash than went stumbling backward to weigh himself heavily against the ropes. The lumbering, sweat slicked giant breathing hard and blinking harder to get the lingering stars out of his vision from Leah's? megaton punch. Dasher eventually shoving himself off the ropes for an unsteady approach towards the languishing ladies...towering over them with a shadow of ill-omen and breathing hoarsely with a bubbling rage evident on his square-jawed mug. Dasher taking little time in reaching down to roll Felina onto her front, and than clamp onto Leah's shoulder to roll the cherubic blonde onto Felina. A terrorizing roar being bellowed before he ruthlessly stomped down upon the Shaw sister's spine to make sure the sandwiched ladies were staying put. Fans knowing what was coming...but still couldn't believe the variation about to be attempted of his dreaded...

"Inobaaaaa.....Cluuuuuuuutch!!!" Dasher's bellowing proclamation directed towards the hard camera in the stands, flexing his beefy biceps before setting himself down to straddle Leahs lower back. After gradually and methodically affixing both Leah's and Felina's arms over his bent knees, he interlocked his meaty fingers right across Felina's lower mouth. Dasher cranking back with an immense amount of muscled torque upon both the entrapped ladies in the first ever stacked implementation of the Inoba Clutch, the maddened grappler snarling his teeth with jostling backward bucks in the humbling submission that the referee was keenly checking submissions for!!!

The match had become a spiral, circling down the drain before her eyes. All the gumption in the world wasn't enough to mount a comeback without managing to buy herself time to breath and recover. Leah knew better than to rush back in at Dasher to assist Felina, but her mind was clouded with the want, no, need to impress her friend. Despite not being ready she had moved to help and paid for it dearly as she was slapped to the mat like a fly.

She had come into this chamber with high fever expectations but so far she was the one falling short around each and every corner. Had she learned nothing from her bout with Beowulf or was she just blinded by the prestige of the gravity of being included in this event. She didn't know. These things didn't cross her mind either, not with the stifling sense of burning in her bosom that had her cringing each time she drew in a labored breath.

Her only window into the match was the roar of the crowd. A ambiguous mix of boos and cheers swelling from all around her. She could feel the rumble of the canvas beneath her likely due to Dasher prancing around the ring like the elephant he was. When she turned her head to look, a meaty hand was fast approaching her.

The blond shamefully flinched away, just at the thought of taking along one of those sickening chops. To her surprise, nothing hit her, just an iron gripped arm on her shoulder dragging her forcefully along the mat. While not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination this was far from the worst fate…

Until she was unceremoniously dumped on top of Felina, accidentally inhaling a mouthful of the brunette's ponytail. She turned her head to the side to cough, reaching past her friend on either side to try and rise…

A meteoric boot came pounding down across her back, arching her form as she let out a choking gasp already mid cough. While Felina made for a softer cushion below her in theory, the truth behind the anatomy pressed against one another only really made things worse.

She wanted to roll away, to flee from this situation but something impossibly heavy settled on top of her back. Her hazy mind struggling to uncover the obvious truth as he arms were drawn back even against her protesting tugs. This wasn't supposed to be how this match went… she was suppose to be better than this…

Her eyes darted to either side in a panic, caged in between Dasher's arms as he drew his monstrous mitts around her friends chin. Leah's head was for e backwards initially too, chin painfully caught at the base of Felina's neck until she managed to struggle free and by herself a measure of leniency with the hold by perching on the other woman's shoulder.

She had never been the best when it came to taking submissions, in fact it was one of the weakest parts of her mostly well rounded package. She had been nearly choked out several times, bent back in painful position, and even rendered helpless by tickle torture. This was by far the worst.

She couldn't breath sandwiched between two bodies, feeling almost like she was being crushed within some manner of compactor. The strain on her back was intense, but the inability to even struggle as she was pinned in made this all so much worse taking a mental toll on her was well as physical. There was no way she could escape this, not so long as she was trapped…

Leah squirmed and kicked, trying her hardest to lend some manner of resistance to fighting the beast that was laying waste to both her and Felina. She couldn't do it alone, when needed Felina's strength as well.

"You… you gotta fight it!" She blurted out into her friends ear, desperation dripping from word as she looked for any other for of escape… ropes, a weapon… her eyes settled on Ryo. Maybe if they held on just a bit longer… maybe he would save them? She had to believe that, wanted to believe that.

"Aurrrrrgh!" Her eyes clamped shut as she bit down on her lower lip hard, trying to distract from the wracking pain within her body with another source of sudden sharp stimulation. The blond's struggles were fading, hands out to the side, fingers twitching as her palms quaked, wanting to take the easy route and submit and be free…

She held on. This was the part where in the show she could lend Felina her strength to will her to break free… or when a last minute savior would swoop in and rescue them. They had both worked so hard and so long, this couldn't be how it ended. Not like this, not to Dasher. Not after what he had done.

Where was her miracle?

If she could just get up. If she could just roll under the ropes. If she could just do anything.

Felina laid on the floor, aching, desperate for some way, any way, out of the present situation, but she kept coming up empty. Her body wasn’t properly responding to anything she asked of it, wasn’t moving in time for anything. Maybe if she had a minute to recover, even thirty seconds, she could get up and muster some offense, sure. But she could hear the rising crowd, feel the lumbering footsteps nearing her, and she knew she didn’t have that long. Not even close.

He could’ve finished her off, then and there. Could’ve locked her in his hold and bent her in half, and there wouldn’t have been much she could’ve done to stop it. But, even in the short time she’d known Dasher, she could see that wasn’t his style. He did things big. Bombastic. Bold. In this case, that meant rolling Felina on top of her, pinning her to the mat, stomping down on them both, and it only got worse from there.

Far worse.

Dasher’s weight settled down on top of Leah, pressing Felina into the mat. Three hundred pounds, combined? Easy. Maybe even close to four hundred. The weight alone was enough to light her spine on fire, but when Dasher reached down and wrenched them both back, that flame turned into an inferno. Ligaments were tearing, muscles were stretching, bones were creaking. Felina let out a scream as she was wrenched back, back, back to the breaking point.

She could hear Leah’s encouragment, could hear her trying to will her on. Felina appreciated that, really, but it didn’t make this hurt any less, and it couldn’t stop her from doing what she had to do for her body’s sake.

Felina raised her hand up, then brought it down on the mat. Again and again and again. Tapping out.


Felina has been eliminated.

Mako was dying in her small little pod. She'd been so pissed watching Dasher go on a rampage. The whole time the shark could only think about one thing...kicking his head off his stupid body. But she was stuck in here. In this dumbass pod. And all the head-butts in the world wouldn't make it open any faster. Believe her, she tried a lot already. So when Dasher locked the tough Felina and the bubbly Leah in the Inoba Clutch, Mako couldn't help but seethe and curse him out loudly.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, DASHER! CAN YOU HEAR ME PIIIIIIG!?" the shark roared through the glass as she battered it with her palms. She just wanted to get Dasher's attention so that maybe, just maybe, those two could escape. It was becoming clear that none of them could hear her though over the crowd. So there Mako was, forced to watch as Felina tapped out to the clutch. She was so pissed about it that the shark turned around. She just couldn't stand watching this any longer while being unable to do anything herself.

That's when things turned from bad to very good for the shark...

Suddenly a loud buzz filled the air, and the pod doors slid open. Mako's eyes went wide as she heard the buzzing. And soon enough she'd turn her head from side to side in confusion. After the shark turned the whole way around, though, she saw that the path to Dasher was finally open now. "YEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" Mako screamed out as she was finally free to punch stuff. She didn't waste any time either. The shark charged out from the now open pod and ran straight towards the man, the myth, and the sexist legend himself...Dasher.

The ropes barely slowed her down and she nearly dove through them. And shortly after, the shark ran up from behind Dasher as he held the two women in the Inoba Clutch. There were so many ways Mako could hurt him now. Nothing was off limits to her. But in her adrenaline fueled state, the shark chose possibly the oddest method at her disposal. Although, it did fit her name...

*CRUNCH*...Mako jumped on Dasher's back, and immediately started biting down hard on his shoulder. If successful, there was no doubt her teeth would draw blood. And she'd definitely regret choosing this method. After all, she didn't wanna touch such a dirt bag let alone bite him! (Although she loved punching him) It was far too late to change her mind now, though, as Mako began her assault.

Revelers gawked at the unconventional, but nevertheless agonizing, implementation of Dasher's inescapable and back-contorting clutch. Stronger, braver men having tapped out within seconds of being locked down into the aptly named submission, and two Tension ladies having joined that infamous selection of people losing to the brawny chauvinists clutch. One of them just so happening to be the bottom ladies' esteemed cousin, Carmen Rodriguez. And in a terribly poignant turn of events, Felina would wind up becoming humbled in the same manner upon being the first one to wisely tap out so as to spare herself from the spine-stretching discomfort with an announcer broadcasting Felina's submission to the masses. Being at the bottom of the pile no doubt adding to the angled weight and heaped on discomfort of the clutch...which Dasher ceased to relent on until Leah followed Felina's lead, and submitted to the unmitigated might of the Inoba Clutch~...


*buzz*


Dasher cranked backward with a teeth gnashing snarl, at one point repositioning his massive hands to now be muffling the mouth of the cherubic blonde as he bucked backward with intermittent jostles and every intent of finally beginning to whittle down the remaining combatants...unaware to the faint sensation of overhearing a buzzer of some kind sound off in the distance. Dasher merely interpreting it to be an air-horn brought into the audience and thinking nothing of it...until he was besieged by a ravenous chomping bite upon his shoulder!! The wild-eyed bowl-cut aficionado teetering off of the dog-piled ladies and stumbling forward with a ferociously pained roar...wincing and snarling as he clamped onto the ridiculous hair of the shark sinking her teeth into him, and eventually backpedaling into a nearby turnbuckle to try and jostle this maddened woman off of his back already.

It was over. Just like that. A few taps on the mat, and Felina was back on the bottom of the title hunt.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t take the loss. It was hardly the first time she’d lost, even before her AFW days. It was something she was trained to be used to - no, she didn’t like it, but ignoring reality would never help her. She could grow stronger. She could move on. It didn’t have to be the end of the world.

Only, it sort of felt like it, this time. Maybe losing to the same ape who’d put Carmen down drove the nail in harder. Or maybe it was having Leah so close when it happened, letting her down…

Whatever the case, it stung.

There was no time for regret now, as Mako entered the fray and went straight after Dasher giving him hell. She wished her all the best luck, and wished even more than she could be a part of it, but the referees were already trying to usher her out of the ring. She was done, save for one thing.

She reached over, took Leah’s hand as she slid away, and looked her friend dead in the eye. ”I’m sorry we couldn’t go all the way together this time, but…” She leaned in and gave the blonde a quick kiss on the forehead. ”I know you can do this. I believe in you, Leah.”

With that little burst of encouragement, she gave Leah one last smile and nod, before rolling her way under the ropes and out of the Chamber. It was going to be a long walk to the back, and she had to make it with a damaged back, and even more damaged pride.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH!" Mako growled as she continued biting the man. However, her words were muffled and came out incoherently. Dasher new exactly what to do despite being caught by surprise, though. He got up, and made his way to the corner where he'd smash the shark back against it to escape. Now, normally Mako wouldn't quit with one little bump. It actually should have taken at least three before she'd think about letting go of her prey.

However, the shark could react fast too. So after the first impact, Mako released her jaw and grip. That way, she could allow Dasher to make some room between them. If so, Mako would chase after him quickly and go for a double knee back breaker. His spine would be really uncomfortable as her knees drilled into his lumbar area. And for the cherry on top, the shark would let him bounce off her knees for an extra amount of recoil. After all, if Dasher was on top of her Mako would have some issues getting him off easily. Sure she was strong, but the pig man was still kind of heavy! Meanwhile, Felina was exiting the chamber since she submitted to the Inoba Clutch. That left four people still inside the steel structure...Ryo, Leah, Dasher, and Mako herself.

As if pounced upon by a ravenous junkyard dog, though somehow frothing and slobbering at the mouth even moreso than any mere rabid pitbull, Mako was earning her namesake in perhaps the most dead-on manner possible. Throngs of audience members rallying behind the feral mob daughter as if she was indeed their only hope towards thwarting the dashing chauvinist's planned victory parade. Dasher being tortuously reminded of Mako even being in this accursed match by means of the shark chomping down on his trapezius muscle with enough frenzied ferocity to assuredly puncture skin if the panicking grappler didn't act with utmost haste.

Upon backpedaling into the nearest turnbuckle and centering his sweaty bulk squarely behind him, Dasher than stumbled onward with a wobbly stride while tending to his munched on shoulder. The Dash seething from the burning spikes of pain emanating from the reddened bite marks on his shoulder. For now he thought himself safe from the shark's bloodthirsty rampage, and was proven wrong upon Mako dragging Dasher down into a spine-contorting double knee backbreaker. The booming impact and residual bounce back sent the bowl-cut bruiser rebounding off of her bent knees, howling miserably and flopping onto the canvas on his side and massaging his lower lumbar.