Tension Elimination Chamber Match

Oh this was so good for Mako. If given the option to either have sex or beat up Dasher, for the first time in her life she wouldn't pick sex. Dasher had enraged her for a long, long time, and now...the shark was finally getting her wish to pummel him. it was beyond therapeutic for her, and she could feel all the stress and rage she'd built up flowing out...as she used it to destroy the man's spine. The double knee backbreaker went according to plan as the force of the impact sent the old man bouncing into the air before landing as gracefully as a rock.

Mako was far from finished punishing the man, though. He had insulted her, he had hurt her. So...she had to hurt him back twice as bad. Afterwards, the fact that she had done so would probably insult his pride well enough that she wouldn't need to insult him with any words...but she did anyway.

"HAH! How'd that feel you weak-ass fossil?!" Mako barked loudly while getting back up. The shark was completely focused on Dasher right now. She couldn't even hear the crowd over her own thoughts as they screamed at her to hit him again. So lining herself up with the sexist man, Mako would wait for her opponent to push himself up. Then, she'd run forward looking to hit him with a running punt to the ribs. The shark could aim for the head...but she wanted him to feel everything...and too many blows to the head would make him too fuzzy to feel all the pain she inflicted.

Considering that the only remaining legal combatants in the caged chamber were a potentially concussed speedo enthusiast and sugary-sweet and punch-drunk blonde with a searing hand imprint on her perky boobs, audiences were rightfully rallying behind the blood-frenzied shark lady quite literally getting a taste for victory. If victory tasted like the sweat-stained shoulder muscle of the teetering chauvinist who was now lumbering out from the corner while clamping onto his munched on arm. Dasher crossing one muscled leg over the other from the mounting strikes, blows, and overall fatigue this accursed match was having upon him by this point. All culminating with a back-breaking yank down that had Dasher bouncing off of Mako's knees with an impact that had the ring ropes shaking and The Dash broadening his threshold of pain.

By now, The Dashing One had fought off multiple competitors at once with little to zero breaks in between each new batter stepping up to the plate. He was now finally showing signs of chinks in his chiseled armor after running through the gamut of wrestlers, though another chink would be walloped into his ribs by the crack of Mako's black boot. Dasher immediately going into a tumbling roll after being elevated slightly from the spiteful collision whooping out the air in his lungs as he tossed and turned in grimacing anguish. The one shred of good luck he had being used up upon finding the ring ropes to his side, to which he clamped on to for dear life in what was a sluggish, pained, but still concerted effort to shuffle back to his knees, and further upward if allowed.

Mako was high on multiple things as she punted Dasher across the ring. The cheers, the action, the payback! All of it was intoxicating. Her foot had done one hell of a number on his ribs, and it had gained the shark a huge cheer from the already roaring fans. In fact, as she had lined up, the fans had been acting like a it was a free kick in soccer. While taking a few steps forward, they went "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy". Then, when Mako struck, they would burst out into celebration shouting "KOOOOOOOOO!"

This made the shark very happy. She'd even stretch out her arms as if to bask in their approval while turning in a circle. Mako also loved the fact she was finally getting back at Dasher. So as she turned around a full 360 degrees, the shark found him climbing back up the ropes to stand. This made her chuckle and think to herself, "Now...what would he hate the most..." she wondered to herself. Then a certain idea crossed her mind, and Mako would run at Dasher as he got on his knees. That way, she could turn and land her ass on his shoulders in a sitting position. If successful, Mako would hook her arms around the top rope and use this position to force Dasher's throat down on the middle rope to choke him. Basically she'd be using him as a seat...which would make her laugh out loud if everything went well.

Riding high off the momentum fueled freight train containing frenzied fans cheering the mob daughter on, Mako continued feasting upon the languishing chauvinist who was no longer seeming like the odds on favorite to win the caged brawl which was now two competitors shy. Mako proving herself to be both a figurative and literal pain for Dasher to be dealing with at this moment after feeling both of her bent knees slam into his spine before being punted in his ribs by a proverbial field goal punt of a kick. Yet no sympathy was shown towards the burly bruiser whom the vast majority regarded as simply getting his well justified comeuppance for his obstinate chauvinism and what most would consider to be a horrible taste in men's haircuts.

Sensing the ropes beside him gave the bowl-cut enthusiast reason to feel a shred of relief at having at least stumbled upon the means to haul himself back to his feet without fear of it being intercepted by the frothing mad shark lady still tasting blood in the water. Yet no sooner was Dasher back on his knees did he find himself sat upon by Mako's rump now throttling his neck across the middle rope. Dasher coughing and chortling with spittle laden breathes as he scrunched his face and tapped the toes of his boots against the canvas, clearly struggling to breathe and incensed that Mako knew the one thing he would have hated for her to do the most.

Despite Dasher being unable to talk, in he shark's head, he was saying all sorts of things. "Unhand me, harlot!" or "This isn't funny! Face me like the man you pretend to be!" were a few of them. And in response, the woman would reply, "THEN WHY AM I LAUGHING HAHAHA?!" in her head. In the real world, though, Mako was laughing out so hard. The bastard was finally at her mercy. After so long she was getting her revenge.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong, Dasher? Where's all that big talk you were spewing last time we fought?" Mako asked as she bounced on his back a bit to increase the pressure. "Could it be...that for once in your dumb life...you've actually been...Huuuuuuummmmmbbbblleedddd?~" the shark asked, while continuing to taunt the sexist man for all his past transgressions. Now Mako could stay on Dasher like this. Keep choking him on the rope until he passed out. However, she just couldn't help but want more than that.

It was stupid, reckless, and unneeded. But the shark couldn't resist her urges. So with a bounce Mako got off Dasher, allowing the man to finally breathe again. "Don't count you blessings yet, buddy. You're gonna miss that rope by the time I'm done with ya" she growled with a sadistic grin before grabbing his bowl-cut hair and pulling him up. That way she could force his head between her legs, setting up for a pedigree! If Dasher thought he'd just get one of these, he had another thing coming! Mako planned to do this to him at least five times!

She heard the banging of Felina tapping the mat but hadn't quite understood what it meant until the elimination had been announced. She wanted to cry out, express her shock, but it hadn't taken long for Dasher to redouble his efforts on her now that her fellow clutch captor had been subdued. The pain she felt before had been a taste of what was to come as his meaty hands gripped her face, bringing her back to the point of breaking. Her cries of agony were muffled into his meaty fingers.

Her strength was fading. She tried so hard to fight it, to be stronger, to not cry or plead for mercy. This was too much though. Her fingers clenched onto Dasher's meaty thigh, trying to transfer some of the pain she felt into him by proxy. Her free hand drew up, fingers twitching as she was almost certain she was about to tap…

Leah's body dropped to the mat unceremoniously in a pile, limply falling separated from Felina as Dasher staggered away from her. She wasn't sure what was happening though could swear she caught sight of someone or something riding on the larger man's back.

She was dimly aware of a faint squeeze of her fingers, turning her head exhaustedly to the side where Felina's gaze was waiting for her. Despite how broken she felt, the pain felt numb to her when her friend took this brief moment to encourage her. The blond had wanted so much to fight alongside her, to be Felina's battle buddy and kick ass together like they were in the movies. That was over now… her friend was gone and she was alone. She wasn't sure she could do this though… not until Felina confided that she had faith in her.

Her lips quivered, emotion seemingly about to overtake her. Leah remained quiet, giving a small solemn nod of acknowledgement. She had instinctively smiled at the peck on the forehead. Doing her best to put on a brave face to make sure Felina could edit the ring knowing she had left the match in good hands.

As Felina rolled away to leave the ring, Leah turned onto her side to start to rise. She hadn't even given thought to the ruckus in the corner or the errant swears coming from that direction. It had all been white noise until now. Inching away from the center of the ring, she crawled her way to the ropes to prop herself up and slowly make the rise to her feet.

Dasher seemed remarkably under control for the moment. Perhaps the earlier part of the match was starting to catch up to him… she offhandedly wonder e how massive his breakfast tended to be to have gone on for so long as he had. Shaking that from her mind, she focused. Felina had been who she was looking to for guidance in this match, now she was gone. Dasher had to be next.

Taking stock of what she had to work with she turned her attention away from the bickering and flailing odd couple to slip through the ropes. Back in her pod Ryo still remained, slowly climbing his way out of the ta goes mess of plexiglass. She meant to hurry to him but was halted by a sharp burning lingering in her spine. The blond let out a low hiss, gripping the small of her back as she hobbled to the other entrant.

"Hey, I have a plan…" She shot a glance over her shoulder, just making sure to not lose sight of too much of the action. When she turned back around she reached out to help pull free some stuck pod debris and aid Ryo in exiting her former Elimination Chamber pod. The blond clapped her hands on his shoulders, giving him a firm shake to make sure he was still physically able before staring him sternly in the eyes.

"I need you and her to get the big guy on his back, okay? Near the center of the ring. Think you can do that for me?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice, one the two of them could easily understand. Both wrestlers had been thrown around by the bowlcut brute, both understood how dangerous he could be even if he seemed to be on a downward spiral now. They needed to take him out now, before he had time to regain momentum.

Ow...Ow...Ow...everything hurt. Everything was pain...Everything sucked.

After what felt like far longer than it actually was, Tensions favorite heartthrob, Ryo, finally stirred in the pod he was thrown into, groaning painfully as he sat up. His back was killing him, his head was throbbing, there was a brief feeling of dizzyness, slight nausa, and a small ringing in his ears as he got adjusted.

Oh yeah...that was probably a concussion.

He rubbed at his forehead, wincing as he felt some of the plexiglass stuck in his hair and the one small piece in his forehead, a thin trail of blood coming from it, sliding down his cheek. With a groan, he pulled it out, and shook the glass from his hair. A quick check completed his self diagnosis. Small bleeding forehead cut, several smaller, non bleeding cuts made by several small pieces of plexiglass embedded in his shoulders and arms, several darkening purple bruises on his skin, while he couldn't see it yet, he'd have a nice shiner under one eye due to the forced headbutt collision between himself and Felina.

Elimination Chamber matches...yayyyyyyyyyyyy.

Slowly, using the rest of the chamber walls for leverage, he pushed himself up to his feet, legs wobbling a bit as he found his balance, the pounding in his head slowly lessening as he took hold of his surroundings, hearing commotion from elsewhere in the ring.

Dasher was, sadly, still there, the very sight of the man sending a chill down Ryo's spine. Though Mako was in the ring at least, taking the fight to him. That was good. Felina...was gone. Must have been eliminated after he did his Shockmaster imitation. That brought them down to...four then.

The said fourth, Leah, soon appeared in front of him, and, after the initial fear of getting attacked was disproved be her helping him out of the pod, gave him instructions, claiming to have a plan, and asking him to do a very simple task. Just take Dasher down.

"So..." he finally said, "Take down the biggest guy here...whose been kicking everybody's ass, hurled me like a football through that pod...and keep him on his back..."

He blinked once.

Twice.

Looked over at Mako, the freshest of them from the looks of it, struggling to barely keep him in position herself, before looking back at Leah.

"...Yeah. Okay. I can do that."

Appearing just as miserable as if he was on a literal medieval stockade, Dasher gagged and chortled with whooping coughs thanks to the mobster daughter apparently becoming drunkenly intoxicated and passionately delusional from her first taste of sweet revenge in quite some time. Ever since being kayoed in his muscle buster after what was a purely accidental backward punt of his foot between her nethers, it appeared the bloodthirsty shark had fantasized and dreamt of this day and was reveling in every second...though in her ecstatic frenzy, she was perhaps neglecting to remember that pinning Dasher while he was down was a more strategic way to win the match rather than take her jollies from delivering her own sadistic brand of violently stone cold justice.

With his freedom granted from being throttled beneath her pert rump, Dasher collapsed to his backside after turning around and inhaling as much fresh oxygen as he could before having his bowl-cut haired head promptly shoved betwixt the shark's firm, muscled thighs. The dashing chauvinist being granted a foreboding glimpse at the floor below in what was the preliminary steps to Mako's match-ending finisher...which she perhaps should have attempted earlier when Dasher was significantly more banged up. Dasher steadying his wobbly legs with a firm stomp of his foot before letting loose a bellowing roar and standing tall with Mako hanging off his back. A forward pitching Alabama slam sending Mako to a booming collision to the mat ahead, with The Dash stumbling back and collapsing to one knee in exhaustion afterward.

Yes, Mako had been enjoying things far too much with Dasher's head between her strong thighs. A part of her even wanted to give him the 'Ryo treatment' in this position, but that was too much. Mako could never enjoy herself when it was this guy's skull she'd be using...even if it was as hard as a rock. The shark would come to regret all of this messing around, though. Suddenly, after she locked the man in position for a pedigree that she nicknamed Regicide, Dasher would begin to lift her up. Eyes going wide, Mako instantly realized what was happening, but it wasn't like she could stop it. The sexist pig already had her in the air as he held onto her wildly kicking legs.

"Oh for fuck's sake! REALLY-AAAH!?" Mako cursed as Dasher turned things around for himself with an Alabama slam! The sudden swing was enough to make her dizzy, and the impact had the shark bouncing off the canvas before actually laying flat. Growling out in pain, the wounded badass would then roll onto her belly, while her hands holding her now throbbing head. "Grrrrrrrr...YOU FUCK!" Mako roared as she punch the mat with her fist. She would try to get on her hands and knees to stand up faster. However, Mako was still too dazed by the slam to recover instantly. So instead, the shark punch the mat a few times in anger as she tried to overcome the damage she'd taken.

He could do this...he could do this...he could do this.

All he had to do was attack the biggest scariest motherfucker in the ring, who had already been thrashing him, Felina, Leah, and now Mako, for almost the entire match, who had thrown him through a plexiglass pod and left him down and out for a while already...and somehow, single handed, take him down.

Yeah...he could do this.

Ryo watched, stepping through the ropes and leaning against the turnbuckle, biding his time and picking his spot as Mako and Dasher struggled. Finally though, the big man threw the Shark down, slamming her against the mat, before falling to one knee.

And there was his door.

Before Dasher could get up, Ryo made his move, charging to the ropes to the side of the Bowlcut bastard, bouncing off of them for momentum, and charging at Dasher from the side, leaping at the kneeling man and thrusting his knee out, trying to smash it against the side of the Bowlcut Bastards head! "Remember me!?"