Tension Elimination Chamber Match

Where once stood an unstoppable, square-jawed mountain of manly machismo that struck fear in the hearts of his opponents as a proverbial bowl-cutted behemoth...now lumbered a weak-kneed and fatigued shell of his normally ruggedly handsome self. Delusions of his good looks aside, Dasher was nevertheless on his last legs, which consequently would give out beneath him after slamming the frenzied mob-daughter downward with an impact akin to a meteor careening down to Earth. Though with the only loss of life this time being the energy sapped from Dasher after summoning the strength to hurl this beastly women off of him before he crumbled down to one knee almost immediately afterward, now propping one arm atop it as he breathed lethargically.

After what felt like an eternity fending off one insufferable whelp after another yet still somehow grappling his way into gaining the upper-hand, chinks in his muscled armor were now shattered into gaping holes in his defense. Droplets of sweat raining from his forehead as kept his squinting vision directed down at the canvas for what was effectively the first bit of respite he's had since entering this chaotic fray. With this break in action came the notion that as battered and weary as he was, he could very well end up leaving this cage with the first loss on his Tension record. Dasher clenching his teeth as he began uttering rage-fueled words behind an equally rage-fueled temper, gradually raising his head as he did so. "You...Do you know who I am!?!?....I....AM THE MIGHTY INOBA!!!! AND I AM INEVITAB-"

*CLONK*

Stars aligned and began dancing around Dasher's noggin after taking an enzuigiri right to his prodigious jaw, knocking him backward and flat on his back with faint spittle flying in the air. The Dash now sprawled out and in a grumbling stupor to the tune of an entire arena on their feet and cheering.

As an unlikely competitor herself, Leah often found herself like many fans rooting for the underdog. While outgunned, Dasher was in no real way outmuscled so when she sent Ryo after him again there was a nagging doibt eating at her that she may have been issuing the other wrestler an order that would inevitably doom him. She wasn't a ring general, she wasn't even a foot soldier yet really… who was she to be giving direction to someone for all intents and purposes was a veteran? Regardless of her lack of legs to stand on, he had listened and she was thankful. All that was left was to put her own pieces into motion.

They made it look easy on TV. Climbing the sides of cages, this one especially with its loose playground chains rattling under each tug and step. Maybe it was the fatigue or the nerves of her opening starting to rain like grains of sand in an hourglass, but this was journey was far more difficult than it had any right to be… the dress didn't help. Each breath felt like burning daggers as her chest heaved, still raw from the earlier chops.

Reaching out, she slipped one forearm than the other over the top of the empty pod, hopping from the wall to dangle precariously before proving her gym teacher wrong as she better her weight up. She kicked a leg, once, twice then it had gotten high enough to hook a heel over top, giving the fans an eyeful of her panties as she pulled herself from a provocative stretching pose up onto the plexiglass top of the pod to lay across it.

She spied the ongoing conflict, watching as Ryo crept into position and Mako put up a valiant effort before being brought to the mat. It was almost time. "Don't miss, don't miss…" The blond murmured under her breath, turning over to rise into a crouch. The transparent layer between her and the metal floor below gave an alarming cream under her weight, threatening to give in. Arms extended to the side, she slowly continued to stand until she was fully at the ready. Leaning back she pressed herself to the jingling wall of chain, taking a deep breath. She had to wait now… and worry. Everyone was so far away. Could she really make her plan work at this distance? Any time she had done this in the past her opponent had been close to the ropes.

She started at the sudden scream from Dasher, his words ripping her from.her self imposed isolation or worry. She found herself shaking, equal parts frightened by him and what she had proposed to do. What if she kicked this up? This might be the end for her, maybe even the others. She didn't want Dasher to win…

Even still, when Ryo's knee impacted with a sickening crunch, she found herself wincing for the meat mountain of mean muscle, watching him from to the mat. This was her cue. Ryo had made good on his end of things, it was time she proved her worth as well.

With a Stein stiff lipped expression she stepped forward with one foot, bouncing a bit in place to distribute her weight as the pod flexed beneath her. Leah threw a fist high, bringing her arm back down in a flex. She gave her bicep a hard clap, then another until the audience caught on and began to clap as well to a beat. It was go time.

Taking in one last breath she laughed herself out away from the safety of the pod, clearing the ropes, soaring over the ring… her body twisted in the air in a practiced motion, locking itself in to the exact angle she needed with her elbow bared like a deadly weapon. She could feel her stomach knot up as she traveled, still unsure if she had pushed off hard enough to make it…

"This is for Felina, you jerk!"

With a resounding crack, she landed hard across Dasher, burying the point of her elbow directly into his chest that some questioned the lethality of Leah's finisher, Love Tap, when compared to things like the heart stopper punch of a bygone era. Her body slammed down across him, to ring her weapon of choice down even deeper before physics took over, the spring from Dasher's body and the ring flopping her off the large man to the side in a small heap.

The once mighty bowl-cutted behemoth who, in his mind...served as an inspirational icon for all strapping young men to model their insubstantial lives after...now lay in as weakened and vulnerable a state as he had ever been in his illustrious grappling career. This was all no doubt simply crushing the dreams and aspirations of his millions of young fans now witnessing their childhood hero cruelly triple-teamed with absolutely zero provocation on his part to have earned such a heartless act of pure, irrational animosity from his fellow contenders. But as became lost amidst an adrenaline induced state of delirium brought about the burgeoning realization that his bygone position as the "indisputable and eventual victor" was now becoming decidedly murky, the Dashing Hero summoned what scant remnants of life energy he could scrap together to surge back from the brink of defeat and begin dealing these dastardly villains their well-justified comeuppance to a rousing ovation from The Dash's faithful fans...

...but in a speedo-clad flash Dasher had been clocked upside his prodigious jawline with enough bone-crunching impact to have dentists in the audience pondering the exact scope of the damage. Dasher's head whip-lashing backwards as the rest of his muscled mass crumpled as well thanks to the swift-footed Ryo's well-coordinated plan of attack, like the giant collapsing off of the beanstalk to an earth-shaking plummet with the only discernible difference being that Dasher was still amongst the living. But he was nevertheless just as inert and motionless save for the spastic twitch of his fingers and mild shuffling of one foot left and right. The felled titan of bowl-cut terror finally rendered incapable of fending off the remaining occupants after amassing an inhuman amount of damage from strikes, dropkicks, strikes, tackles, strikes, bites, back-breakers, strikes, chokes and strikes. His muscled physique showcasing every discolored bruise and bite-mark as if a portrait of pain had been painted upon him...yet with his winning streak on the line and his boundless manly pride at stake, The Dashing Chauvinist squinted and bobbed his head up slowly until...

...that too was promptly snuffed out by what felt like a metal rod being driven into his rippled solar-plexus at 80 miles per hour, The Dash bouncing up from his prone state over to lay on his side as the nearby camera caught his squinting and "O"-shaped mouth expelling whatever air his diaphragm was spastically causing him to wheeze out of his lungs!!! He cradled his midsection and bicycled his legs around as if he was competing in the final stretches of the Tour De France. Thousands upon thousands of people injecting gigawatts of electricity into the stadium from seeing the maligned bully being dealt what was unequivocally the finishing blow from any wrestling veteran's standpoint...the question was if there was anyone left to capitalize?!?!

Holy shit. He actually did it. He took down Dasher. The biggest, scariest, most bowl-cut-iest mother fucker in the entire match, a guy who was battling against literally everyone in the match, and he, little Ryo, known for being the perverted speedo fighter, had taken him down.

Holy shit.

Sure, his knee hurt like FUCK now, (sore as hell actually, what was Dashers jaw even made of!?) but at least the big bastard was finally down, for...whatever Leah...

...had...

...planned...

HOLY SHIT.

Ryo's detractors often claimed he didn't respect women. This was not true. Despite his fame for seducing and fucking any women he had a match with, Ryo had a lot of respect for women. He admired strong women, which was part of the reason he wanted to become a wrestler in the first place. In his own, admittedly bizarre, kind of way, he considered himself a feminist of sorts, and agreed with most of the things they stated...except for when they criticized him, of course.

At that moment, however, there was no woman he had more respect for than the lovely Leah, flying through the air from the top of the pod, the entire crowd rising in excitement as she crashed down hard, driving the point of her elbow straight into the heart of the fallen Bowl Cut Muscle, to the shock and delight of the crowd, roaring in approval.

It was...one of the coolest things Ryo had ever seen in his life. Sure, she completely overshadowed him, but it was a brave, badass move, and she looked beautiful while doing it.

...He might be in love.

With a hard shake of his head, he snapped out of his reverie, and crawled over to the fallen Dasher's body, draping his smaller body on top of him for the pin!

Now, normally Mako would be angry if someone stole her prey. If the shark wanted to fight someone, she would let nothing stop her. However, if someone else fought for her, that would seriously tick her off. It would be like ordering a cake, but then someone else went and ate it right in front of her. It was just messed up! She wanted to have her cake, and eat it too! Or better yet...start her brawls, and fight them too!

So that's why...when Ryo and Leah butted in...and stole her spotlight... it was just...so weird that she wasn't pissed. Apparently, Mako hated Dasher so much, it didn't matter who made him suffer. Seeing him suffer was cathartic enough to make her smile! It was one freaky smile though...like if a literal shark came up from behind you and grinned wide...showing you all its teeth. This was nightmare fuel honestly. Luckily, not one saw it with the focus of the camera's being on Ryo's knee strike, then Leah's amazing dive, and finally, Ryo starting a pin attempt on Dasher. That's when it hit Mako...she still wanted to pin this guy!

Scrambling forward, Mako would do the next best thing to an actual pin. Which was a doggy pile! Jumping across Ryo's back to make it harder for the sexist man to break out, the shark couldn't help but stay smiling as she laid there. Though, if she knew what Ryo was thinking, Mako might be a little jealous of the attention Leah was getting. Sure she didn't own Ryo in anyway, but the shark kinda acted like she did after their incredibly hot match together! Besides, Mako would be embarrassed if anyone saw her the slightest bit jealous, so it was good for everyone for her not to know where the speedo-loving perv's mind was!

LLeah hadn't been prepared for just how much give and take her elbow off the pod was going to have. She had hit off the ropes before, and while the landing had a bit of spring to it she was normally able to immediately get the cover. Here though, a combination of the height and the thickness of Dasher had sent her flying off to the side like a rock skipped act a pond with her carried momentum.

Tumbling to the side, Leah managed to arrest her wild tumble with her shoulder. She lay for a moment on her side, wide eyed and breathing heavily, like someone who had just jumped out of a plane for the first time. The crowd was like thunder, this moment was… Well, awesome. Dasher was down, but how long would be stay that way?

The blond started to crawl her way over when Ryo lunged on top of the bowlcut brute for the pin. It had been a team effort and as long as it got Dasher out of the match she didn't care who got the Pinfall. When she saw Mako also throw herself on the pile though, it lit a spark in her. He was still dangerous. He might still kick out… she scrambled to her feet, arms a counterweight to her fumbling advance.

While she arrived late, there was still work to be done. Those two had his chest covered. Shoulders pinned, would make it very hard to rise. Leah saw to taking out the last safety line though and rather than dog piling on top of the other two wrestlers she threw her body across Dasher's legs. Her arms reached around, trying to hug the man's meaty calves together as if he life depended on it all while making sure as much of her weight as possible remained over top of them.

As if from a oft repeated fairy tale of ye olden times, the once indomitable giant who had conquered sprawling lands, struck abject fear into the hearts of the populace, and enslaved them to his chauvinistic and bowl-cutted will...was slain by the combined teamwork of three valiant warriors with divergent backgrounds, but who came together to serve the greater good. A knight of ferocious sharks, a knight of lightsworn hearts, and a knight of...speedos. Well...this was how the online wrestling journalists were going to spin this story and trump it up to perhaps be something more epic in scope than what it actually was. Which was a miraculous come from behind effort to overcome the booking predictions and knock unconscious the odds on favorite of this match. The Dash rendered completely inert and unfeeling of the heaping mass of hope and determination weighing him down from Ryo, Mako, and Leah as audience members were on their feet to see if this was actually the...


What followed being an eruption of disbelieving chatter and stark-eyed gawking at the fallen grappling legend being seemingly eliminated and suffering his first-ever pinfall loss, the majority waiting a few seconds to see if this was the actual result until hearing the voice over the booming speakers make this about as official as it could be. Those rooting for the challengers showering them with adulation and cheers while the Dasher faithful settled into their seats in grumbling discontent while ringside officials began opening up the chamber gates. Normally, the challenger would be vacating the ring under their own weary cognizance...but with Dasher rendered a babbling slump of battered sweaty muscle, his track-suited students were given the unenviable task of entering the ring and unearthing from underneath the competitors. Eight students in total heaving him up and tenderly carrying him out of the ring and up the ramp...each one arguing to the other about who was going to be the one to tell him he lost when he wakes up.

The next few seconds passed in a blur. Covering Dasher, other bodies piling on him, a 3 count...and then those sweet little words...Dasher had been eliminated.

He had eliminated Dasher.

He, tiny, usually speedo clad Ryo, had pinned Dasher Inoba, officially ending his undefeated streak.

Hell. Yeah.

Once the pin was completed, Ryo rolled off of the Bowlcut Muscle Man, getting out from underneath Mako and not stopping till he was near the ropes, having some distance between himself and the two women left in the match. He slowly, using the ropes, got to his feet, wiping some sweat away. He was hurting, tired, starting to wear out...but he hadn't reached his limits yet, still had more to give. He looked over at both women as they themselves recovered, offering each a cocky grin and thumbs up.

"So...guess I'm the last man standing...bet nobody saw that coming. That was some good teamwork there ladies. No hard feelings when I eliminate you though, right?" he said, still leaning against the ropes, needing a bit more time to recover and trying to stall by talking.

Mako was visibly thrilled after eliminating Dasher. Despite the fact that Ryo would get the credit, she thought she deserved some credit for the deed. However, this was far from over as the shark was left with two other opponents. She was still confident, though, after a massive ego boost from defeating Dasher. So just as Ryo had, Mako made some room between herself and the other two competitors. Mako was betting she could handle Ryo. She'd done so before. But this time she wouldn't do so through sex. Leah was a wild card, though. She'd come out of nowhere to take down Dasher. Mako would need to keep a close eye on her.

Ryo began to run his mouth soon enough. And while Mako could have let him have his moment, she wouldn't. The shark just wanted to toy with him and his pride.

"Heh...we both know I'm twice the man you are Ryo~" Mako laughed while flipping him off playfully. "But don't worry...you'll still be invited to my victory party~ The same goes for you kiddo...wanna see what an 'adult' party is like~" she'd tell her opponents before getting into a fighting stance with her fists raised. Mako wasn't trying to come off like a tool...but she kinda did. Just a little, though.

"Okay you two! Someone hit somebody already!!!" the shark roared out eagerly. She was seconds away from charging someone. Most likely she'd go after Ryo to be safe. She worried Leah might run or do something else that was pretty adorable. Honestly, Mako wouldn't be able to punch someone while they were doing something adorable. Kick...maybe, punching something cute was just a dick move, though. Which was why Mako would never face a kawaii in anything other than arm wrestling.

Leah waited for the announcement that Dasher had been eliminated before springing up off his legs. She snapped backwards, arms raised in celebration, perhaps a bit too fast leaving her wobbling. An awkward balancing act as she shifted to one knee and flailed to keep from falling onto her backside in the raw excitement of the moment. When her knees both hit the ground again and stabilized her, there was a faint blush on her cheeks. She hoped nobody saw that… but everyone did.

She was slow to rise, glancing towards the far end of the chamber as Dasher's students filed into the ring to take their teacher off. It was a surreal sight, one that caught her off guard. The blond looked on as she breathed heavily, oblivious to her other competitors until the large man was gone completely… she blew a raspberry in his correction once they all had left the ring though, for good measure.

When her focus shifted back to Ryo and Mako she found herself at an awkward angle, almost between the two of them. It startled her once she had made the realization, taking a few springing steps back to creature equal distance between them all. The final three… she was so close to that title match she could practically taste it, all she had to do was somehow beat two of the more veteran Tension talents… no pressure.

She stood on quietly, for a change, watching as the trash talking played out. It was easy to forget she was part of it, fangirling as she observed the interactions. She was definitely an outsider, a new blood, while these two had some sort of history. The idea of double teaming someone to her, was distasteful but there was a case to be made one way or the other to do it.

She was a prime target as a wild card. With no connection to Ryo or Mako they might just try to knock her out of the match if she didn't make something happen. Between the two boastful individuals, Mako was the freshest contender and by extension the most dangerous. Ryo had already helped her once, she hoped he would understand that the two of them were best served going after the person arguably the strongest still in the match.

Her brow knit slightly at the mention an adult after party. She was slightly offended that Mako assumed she didn't know what an adult party was like… and also annoyed that she did in fact had no idea what made a party into an adult party. So when Mako called for one of them to make a move, she charged the shark.

She came in fast, dipping low as she neared preemptively to avoid any punches swung high at her head. Rather than strike the other woman, she held her arms out, trying to wrap them around the Shark's midsection while stepping towards and past the woman. Her goal was to grapple her tightly enough to try for a suplex. If she was lucky, she would manage to slip behind completely and go for a bridging German, if the Japanese native woman tried to stop her proactively, she would instead go for a side suplex instead.