Four Way in a Steel Cage! (For Clobber, ICNTIM, and Person)

When the hold subsided, Neske thought that maybe she was being released, that Sion was giving her a sporting chance given that there were no rope breaks. Well, more like hoped. In any case, she was terribly wrong. As her arms were pulled back with her head and her attacker leaned back, she felt like she would be snapped in half at any moment, and screamed accordingly.

Of the three potential targets, this woman had left one untouched, and had some sort of problem with Neske. Had they met before? It seems like someone with purple hair that went past their ass would stand out in one's memory. "W-what the fuck is your problem?!" Neske panted between the screams. It wasn't the most eloquent form of what she was really trying to ask, but right now articulating herself properly was not Neske's top priority.

Once again, Akiha was down on the mat panting as she was in pretty bad shape at the moment, yet things were not about to get better.  She once again found herself being picked up but this time instead of being place in between Ren's thighs, she was placed on her back and put on a painful torture rack.  Her back had already taken a lot of abuse and to make matters worse, her foreign opponent was now pulling on her neck and legs applying additional pressure on her back.  “AHHHHHH!” screamed the Japanese wrestler as she tried to kick her legs and wave her arms around in a desperate hope to get out.  Her hands would try to grab onto something, anything, be it Sion, Neske, the ropes or the cage, just as long as she could somehow use it to escape.

She grinned a bit and just stood there, continuing to painfully pull on Akiha's neck and legs, jumping up slightly into the air every now and then to try to hurt her opponent even more. She felt Akiha flailing somewhat on her back, and grinned more. "Do you want down, miss Akiha? Alright then...!!!" She ran forwards before falling backwards, performing a Samoan drop on Akiha.

Sion raised an eyebrow at Neske's question, pulling back harder on the combination hold. What did she mean, what problem? She just wanted to win, and if that meant taking her opponents down one at a time, or at least damaging them enough that they couldn't impede her, then so be it. Of course, she didn't feel she had to explain as much to Neske.

"Well, the other two seem to be occupied with each other," Sion pointed out, "So, I might as well work on you if no one else is."

With that, she'd release the full nelson, only to slam Neske face-first into the mat, intending to stun her some more. If she could manage that, she'd try to pull Neske up to her feet by her hair, intending to piledrive the redhead into the mat.

Regardless of how valid it was, Neske was in a bit too much pain to really be seeing Sion's point. "Well, no one- agh, no one's working on you. How about I-" her comeback was interrupted as her face had a sudden and painful meeting with the mat. She groaned dizzily as she lie there, but Sion didn't give her much of a break as she was lifted up to face the Egyptian woman by her hair, grunting painfully but obeying nonetheless, with a blush across her face as she did.

Neske was not exactly a proud wrestler, but this was embarrassing. Everyone else was her size, her weight, and she was all their punching bag. Even though Ren hadn't done any damage to her specifically, she had been holding her own for a while now, and yet here Neske was getting tossed about and beaten on like some sort of rag doll. Who would want to watch that? Then again, she did get that one move in, and they weren't done yet. Maybe if she could stop getting relentlessly pummeled for two seconds, she could make some sort of comeback. Maybe. Either way, the match wasn't over until someone got out of that cage, so it wasn't really a choice, anyway.

The feeling of being stretch out in such a way was painful and to make matters worse, every once in a while Ren would jump up to inflict additional pain. All Akiha could do was cry out in pain and flail around in a desperate attempt to get out. Yet it seemed after a bit, Ren asked if Akiha wanted to get off. Yet before the Japanese wrestler could answer, Ren would suddenly start to fall backwards, performing a Samoan drop on Akiha, causing her to cry out in pain as she laid down on the wrestling mat, only having her chest move as she breathed in and out.

She grinned a bit and then looked over to the other two. They seemed to be quite busy with each other, so she decided to take her chance and move over to a turnbuckle, then she climbed it and used it to give herself a bit of a headstart, starting to climb up the cage, digging her fingers and toes into the metal links and looking around to make sure no one was following her...

With Neske dazed as she was, Sion allowed a moment to take a quick look at Ren and Akiha, only to find, to her surprise, that the former of the two seemed to be making a break for it. Pushing Neske aside, Sion dashed for the turnbuckle that the raven-haired wrestler had used to get up the turnbuckle, ascending it with ease. From there, Sion all but launched herself up after Ren, trying to grab onto both of the other wrestler's legs and pull her down.

Shoved over into the cage, it had seemed Neske had gotten a moment of genuine respite. Sion was too distracted with removing Ren from the cage, and all Neske had to do was get in the way a little bit and the little raven-haired girl would win. Sure, she'd probably get brutally punished for it, but the shame and spite would do more damage than Neske could on her own. Besides, what else was she supposed to do?

Well... there was one thing. There was Akiha. Even with her vision blurred and her head throbbing, it was hard to miss the Japanese woman groaning in pain on the mat, much like Neske herself not long ago. She was right there, ripe for the picking, Neske could easily get her back for hospitalizing her in their last match. And then next time they met, Akiha would bust her head open again, and then Neske would get her in a handicap match or something, and it would go back and forth until Neske was dead in the ring and Hisui had to move on. All in all, maybe not a smart move, and for how rough she got, Akiha seemed genuinely sorry and even caring afterward. And then another thought crossed her mind. An even stupider idea. But somehow, it felt more right.

Neske headed over to Akiha's limp body, bending over as much as her quivering back would allow, and extending an open hand in an invitation to help the raven-haired woman to her feet. Sure, it might only get her a few moments of having someone on her side, or Akiha might even turn it on her and give Neske another world of pain, but she was a lot better at this than she was at dishing out the hurt.

It seemed that Akiha was finally given a break as she could now just lay down on the floor and rest. She would take a moment to scan the area, she could see that Ren was now trying to climb the cage, but Sion was coming at her, trying to drag her down, but then something else took her attention. Neske was now making her way towards Akiha, it seemed that her luck was about to run out, she knew that her opponent would probably want revenge on her after everything she had done. She waited for the attack, but it never happened. Instead, Neske offered her hand causing Akiha to blink before. Maybe it seemed the card, flowers and latest the laptop had gotten Neske to forgive her, either way Akiha wasn't going to complain. “Thanks.” stated Akiha as she would grab Neske hand and started to get up.