Twisted Tag Match: The P.D.S.M vs the Champions!

A swift blow to Selina’s back halted her retreat, as little Lita seemed to want her shot at her tall torturer after she had been battered around a bit. Perhaps it was fitting that a team so cruel and merciless was now having to deal with a similar tactic they both enjoyed employing against their enemies. Selina was too far away to tag Dia in, and the sadist on the other end was clearly annoyed at her helplessness to tear into her foes. Selina didn’t even seem to enjoy the pain this time, her opponents blows causing her scalp to burn worse than she liked!

It wasn’t long until the two foes hoisted Selina up to her feet, then picked up her up. Selina’s view was suddenly turned upside down, the blood rushing to her head as Daisuke and Lita lifted her up for a double brainbuster! The impact shook the ring, and for once Selina wasn’t squirming around like a snake with its head cut off.

“Selina you bitch! Your ass better still be conscious! If you passed out before I even got my chance to tear those losers apart, I’ll beat the shit out of you!”

“Yes, I’m awake, stop shouting…”

The tall, muscular woman sat back up, holding her head as though she had a hangover. Her predatory eyes seemed groggy, but like a champ, she began to stand back up, not quite focused on Lita just yet.

The sounds of Selina and Dia arguing amongst themselves was pleasing to Lina. The double team maneuver was executed nicely, now could Lita keep the pressure on her own? Before Lina could process that thought properly, she noticed Lita reaching back and tagging Daisuke back in, less than three seconds after Daisuke stepped through the ropes and to the team's corner. Did Lita and Daisuke have the mindset of making a series of quick tags to wear the opposition down? Given how Selina and Dia were before this one begain that didn't sound a far-fetched idea. Regardless if what Lina saw was a new plan or something that just happened to look like it, the thought of her team working together like that instead of verbally being at each other's throat was a plus.

Selina's attention wasn't on her right away, but Lita would soon change that and deliver a quick kick to Selina's mid-section before putting Selina's head between her legs. Daisuke positioned herself close by, ready for Lita to lift Selina up as if a powerbomb was upcoming. That was what Lita was going for, though instead of releasing Selina right away, Daisuke would grab hold of Selina's neck once Lita lifted Selina off the ground, and if Selina was a good girl and didn't resists it Daisuke would execute a neckbreaker while Lita combined it with a sitout powerbomb.

Normally, pain was the best part of the job. Whether it be taking it or dishing it out, Selina was usually able to enjoy herself to the fullest! But now, with both Daisuke and Lita tag teaming her, the joys of being punished for her misdeeds just weren’t there. Feeling the wrath of an enemy who was determined to get revenge for everything she did to them and their friends was a delicious, personal moment shared only between her attacker and her! When she was doubled team…that lovely personal touch was gone. It left Selina feeling as empty as before. No excitement, no joy. Just the sharp daggers of their punches and strikes.

An example of that was when Lita kicked Selina in her abs. No pleasure sparked in the back of the masochists mind; nothing made her heart beat faster like it usually did when she was being struck. Perhaps it was the damned headache she had after getting smacked in the skull so many times. Honestly, that made things harder to think then it normally was. Selina was more of an instinctual fighter at heart, but facing off against two fighters without consent made it difficult to really jump in and let loose. A cautious mind was needed in these circumstances.

As Lina put the masked woman’s head in between her legs, Selina’s felt the soft, supple bits of her thighs. It was almost a pleasant sensation, until it was so rudely ripped away from her by the sensation of being hoisted up. She had only gotten so used to the experience before being so rudely thrown back down to earth, the entire ring shaking from the violent impact of both Daisuke and Lita. Selina didn’t even notice there was hand around her neck before the pain shot down her spine like she had just been shot. The princess of punishment would simply lay on the floor like a snake slain, her finger occasionally twitching like she were little more then a corpse at that point.

Even though her time technically permitted in the ring was limited, Lita made sure to make it count with that last doubleteam manuaver. As she was on her way out, she gestured to Daisuke to go up top, before doing the same herself. What the two women had in mind Lina did not know, but with what was seen from Daisuke and Lita recently, not only did she not feel the need to question it, but also encouraged it, as did the fans that saw the two deciding to go big. Whatever the two were plotting the momentum was behind them were a direct hit would surely put Selina away.

From where he sat, Sion also was also part of the majority. So far the two's double team game had good execution, and if the last two goes at it were any indication, even if he too wasn't sure what they were planning, whatever they had in store for Selina, he and all the fans that were watching felt like it would become too much double trouble close together to handle.

Each standing on top of a neutral corner, both Lita and Daisuke too flight, looking to drive their respective elbow deep into the chest of Selina.

It was a good thing Día’s mask covered up most of her face, eyes included. Fore if it were not for her hood, it was very likely that the audience and even the enemy competitors might have seen her roll her eyes in frustration at Selina’s performance. The gas masked wearing princess was being tossed around like a wasted body pillow, and the worst part was she was probably enjoying it. The demon of domination didn’t like the show to be on the other foot, and there was no question her team was getting clobbered. In the back of her mind, she was hopping Ms. Kazahana wasn’t seeing this.

After the two goodie-goodies’ finished their little tag team attack, Día had figured they would move on. After so many, the ref would eventually step in, right?

Well, no dice. Already, the other two seemed to be gearing up for another tag team move, leading the already frustrated Día to burst into a fit of full on rage.

“WHAT THE FUCK REF?! If they can just tag team for fucking ever what’s the god damn point? Cut out the middle man and call this a tornado or a fucking handicap match already!”

Día’s venom would not just be for the referee official alone, her scarlet lensed eyes searing her downed partner.

“AND YOU! I swear to god when I get in their I’ll beat you ass for just laying their and taking the hits! You’re probably getting off on this, aren’t you? You freak!”

Such cruel words made Selina’s stir, her gold and black eyes, slowly rolling around until they found her partner. As soon as they did, they narrowed into cruel merciless eyes that were like a murderous serpent.

“What the hell would you know?” Selina muttered in a groggy tone, “You god damn bitch…just keep yelling, I’m sure that will solve ALL your problems. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch BITCH! That’s all you ever do!”

Selina noticed a shadow cast over her, her two opponents standing on each post in preparation of performing a double elbow drop. Urgency rang across Selina’s features. In a last-ditch effort to avoid the two incoming airstrikes, Selina rolled away. Were she actually lucky enough to avoid such painful impacts, Selina would quickly make her way to her feet. Her golden eyes were ablaze with fury as she marched straight over to Día.

“If you think it’s so easy, then its your turn, Bitch. TAG! You’re it!”

“Fine! Sit back and I’ll show you how to deal with these amateurs!”

Everything seems to be fine with Lita going through the ropes, assumingly to her team's corner. The ref saw Daisuke going up, and started to count when she got up there, though the ref stopped upon noticing Lita was doing the same just ask Selina was making what she saw known. The two paid no mind to the opposition continuing to threaten each other verbally and took off.

Dia and Selina's jarring gave Lina a more positive feeling to what Lita and Daisuke were up to, feeling they would be too busying yacking for Selina to notice what was going on in addition to her current state. If Selina didn't manage to get enough sense in her to roll out of the way it could have been lights out, however both Lita and Daisuke hit nothing but canvas and all that's underneath. "Well shit..." was all Lina could say as her her facial expression changed from excited to one that had that knew that rough landing would be the least of their worries.

'That didn't go well.' Lita commented to herself as held her elbow for begging to roll herself towards her team's corner, at a slower pace than what Selina did a few seconds ago.

Día was like a cruel shadow being cast over the two writhing figures. Her bright red eyes cut through the women on the floor like beams from hell as she stepped closer and closer. By the time either of them had their wits back, it was already too late. The hooded woman was standing above them both, glaring down at the two silently. An angel of death had set its sights on Lita and Daisuke, and it was at their darkest moment.

While Selina was the taller and the probably the stronger o the two, Día was certainly the smarter and more focused member of the group. Neither one of the hellish women were to be trifled with, but many who faced off against the pair soon learned why Día earned the title of being the deadlier of the pair.

Día didn’t know who was tagged in…and she didn’t care. She reached down, and grabbed a handful of each attacker’s hair. Pulling them up, Die would let Daisuke and Lita realize what as happening just before SMASHING their skulls together! Hopefully disorientating them both long enough for the demon to continue her work.

If such a nasty plot worked, Día would actually kick Lita out of the ring, her grip still holding Daisuke’s scalp in place for an incoming backhanded strike!

Lita got close, but not close enough to the ropes to fall under on her own as Dia grabbed her, pulling her upwards, along with Daisuke as well. Lina didn't like where this was going, afraid to look as she had a feeling Lina might have something big in store for her team. Not hearing the sound of either of them being dropped hard like she thought might happen, she looked back towards what was happening on the inside of the ring and turned just in time to see Lita and Daisuke meeting heads, and not in a good way.

The impact of the collision caused Lita to fall towards and through the ropes, just barely missing Lina and landing beside her. Lina turned her attention to Lita, checking to see if she was alright, causing her to miss Daisuke getting backhand slapped. She did hear it though, and it didn't sound pretty. Daisuke would fall to her side from it, that is if Dia let go of her.

Día’s backhand attack was vile and brutal! Filled with the venom she had built up watching Selina get beaten on and hogging all of the limelight! The demon of domination was determined to put these two pretty girls in their place, or at the very least suffer a terrible fate while they tried to achieve their wins. Her vile, blood moon eyes flashed over towards little Lina, the manager nursing her competitors wounds, earning a cruel smile from Día Sect!

“Not cheering now, are you? Stupid little Bitch!”

The demon’s shadow quickly loomed over Daisuke, her malicious smile burning down on the fallen fighter as she slowly tried to recover. Daiskue would feel the bite of her opponents’ boot, with Día SLAMMING her foot down on the fighters back, grinding her heel into her spine and trying to force a howl of pain from her beaten victim. Her only goal was to beat the champion into paste! To make her suffer for all that she had done, and break whatever will and spirit she had left in that crummy little body of hers!

Lina kept her main focus on Lita, though she did acknowledge the mockery of the opposition by raising an arm up and simply, yet bluntly, flipped Dia off, returning the comment in kind.

Things again began to add up in a way that wasn't favourable to Daisuke nor her time, but this time it was her who was on the receiving end of things. Being forced back down by Dia's foot on it's own might seem like a minor setback, but combined with what Dia did upon being tagged in, and recalling what Selina did to Lita in the opening parts of the bout, it wasn't something that was doing her any favours. And with Lita being quieted for the time being as well as Dia continuing to get under Lina's skin, that extra support wasn't there, at least for now...or maybe...it's not all gone?

Statistically speaking, Sion was the one who finished the most major matches of anyone in the group and regardless of tag team combination. Not to say Lita and Daisuke didn't pull there weight and not contribute, but when they won the championship, as well as two major defences, he was the one who landed the big move to end it, and at times, even though through no fault of her own, Daisuke felt like she could have done better. While Sion understood why she thought that, he didn't feel that way. Neither did Lita or Lina, but he's not afraid to give that motivational literal or figurative kick the butt to get things going again. He continued to do commentary from where he sat, but he wondered if things might progress to where it might be needed. Even though he wasn't a participant in the match officially, their fight was also very much his. The sight of Dia grindind her heel into Daisuke's back, and his gal reacting to and clearly not enjoying the feeling, wasn't a pleasent one for him to see or hear. However, he remembered the ladder match the two of them had with the UKE, the match where they became champions. Dia may be in control and displaying her dominance currently, but knowing what Daisuke's been through to get to this point in time, hope on his part was not even close to being lost.