Elimination Chamber: Neske Alapo Vs. Gabbie Desjardin Vs. Etzlicoatl Vs. Serina Kashibara Vs. Akiha Kosha Vs. Belinda Northman

Gabbie's hopes were shattered, along with Etzlicoatl's solar plexus, as the moonsault hit dead-on at maximum velocity right into a pair of knees.

"Bwuh--"

It was probably the least eloquent thing she'd ever said. The Nahuatl bounced off Serina, her expression more or less turning into a real-world equivalent of "X_X", and flopped onto her side less than gracefully. There weren't any unnecessary flips or elaborate twirls; she'd legitimately been winded, having put all of her weight into the moonsault and landing in the worst possible way.

This was a pretty good lesson in not showboating against dangerous opponents, albeit one she would probably not take to heart.

Successfully turning the tables on Etzlicoatl, Serina hopped back onto her feet with a smirk on her face. "Nice try, you little fuck!" She shouted down at the girl, while attempting to kick her over onto her back.

From there, the dirty blonde would raise her foot, bracing herself before stomping down as hard as she could on the luchadora's crotch. It wouldn't nearly be as effective considering her whatever it was down there, but even so it would still hurt.

CLANG.

In the movies, there are sometimes scenes where a person is shot but then oh, surprise!  They had a bulletproof vest on, and they're fine.  But in real life, bulletproof vests are not the painless, universally effective protection they're often portrayed as; the impact of a bullet traveling hundreds of feet per second is going to cause some serious discomfort even if it doesn't kill you.  Cups work the same way.  Even when they're made of stainless steel, as the shield Etzlicoatl had on (it was really more of a chastity belt, but that was splitting hairs) most definitely was.

So it was that, although she managed to stop Serina from causing her ovaries to shoot out her mouth into the ceiling, Etzli was not having a good time.  No sir.  

"GYAH!" she shrieked, her eyes becoming roughly the size of saucers as she cringed from the impact.  "Savage!  Your decorum is as woefully meager as--owwww--your creativity!"

In the middle of clutching herself in pain, she managed to throw a few downed kicks at Serina's damaged leg, trying to get some distance and maybe wobble the other girl a bit.  It was clear that if things developed into a straight-up war, she'd get her ass kicked - better to be cunning instead.

While Serina attempted to murder Etzlicoatl's armor plated crotch, the lights around the chamber began to come to life. Spinning in a fashion reminiscent of a wheel, they eventually slowed to a stop and hovered over Gabbie's pod, showering the young kickboxer in a bright white light. Gabbie, and the crowd, knew exactly what it meant and the Canadian could no longer contain herself as she bounced on her heels.

Her muscles tensed and when the pod finally sprung to life, she ws focused only on one person. She sprung forward as soon as the door was clear and bounded with as few steps as possible to clear the distance and the scene before her. With her last step, she planted her foot and swung her foot up viciously, aiming  roundhouse kick at Serina's head.

Serina could help but sneer at Etzli's reaction. Oh yeah, she definitely felt that one. The attempt at an insult fell pretty flat as well, humoring the dirty blonde further. If this brat wanted creativity...

"GAH! Tch...." Serina yelped as her shin was kicked, forcing her to stagger back a step. It did sting, and made the dirty blonde falter for a moment, but moreso it just pissed her off. More than she was already pissed off, anyway.

Reaching down, she once more attempted to grasp Etzli by the ankles, but rather than once more doing what she pretty much always did, Serina started to drag the girl back towards her old holding cell.

Or... at least that was the plan until the lights started to flash, causing her to give pause. Serina knew what that meant, but who was next...? As it turned out, the blonde who's name she didn't bother to know, who shot out of her pod like a bullet and threw a roundhouse aimed right at the brutish wrestler. Instinctively, she tried to let go and bring her arms to defend herself, but Gabbie was too fast, connecting solidly with the side of Serina's head and blasting her down to the ground in a daze. "Ughhh..."

"UNHAND ME, YOU CHURLISH SWINE, OR I WILL STRIKE YOU WITH THE--???"

Etzli blinked in puzzlement, the threat dying stillborn, as Serina toppled.  Maybe she'd just been mortally terrified of provoking the wrath of--no, wait, there was Gabbie.  That explained it.

Attempting to look as innocent as possible, Etzli stayed on the mat and veeeery sloooooowly began to creep backwards on her hands, trying to quietly remove herself from the equation and keep Gabbie focused on her former tormentor.  Maybe if she didn't say anything, she wouldn't be noticed...

Gabbie didn't even notice Etzlicoatl or ignored her completely. Once Serina hit the canvas, Gabbie lurched forward. She might have been content to try and pin Serina in a normal match but considering the circumstances, she felt like she needed to soften the dirty blonde up just a bit more.

Gabbie reached for Serina's arm and gave it a yank to try and pull the girl up to a standing position. "Get. Up." Gabbie snarled and while she was pulling Swrina up, she would throw her knee up and try and slam it into Serina's gut.

Serina's skull ached like she had just been hit by a truck, and her consciousness was a hazy mess. Groaning softly, she could feel a hard tug on her arm, pulling her upwards. Her senses slowly coming back to her, Serina was slowly able to make out the image of her assailant right before her. Mere moments before a knee shot right into her exposed belly.

"GGGGMMMPHH!" the dirty blonde wheezed, instantly doubling over as the wind was knocked out of her. Falling to her knees, Serina held her stomach while gasping in pain. She had no idea who this blonde bitch was, but it felt almost like she had some kind of grudge against her? What the hell!? Usually she at least knew what her enemies looked like!

"BEHOOOOOOOOOOOLD"

Before Gabbie could follow up, she found herself seized from behind.  Etzli had leapt at her while her back was turned and was now trying to immobilize her in a full nelson.

"Go, my slovenly minion!" the diminutive luchadora shouted at Serina.  "Strike her while the iron is hot, and justify your inclusion in this trial of champions, or prove yourself a craven."

She was not totally sure she'd used 'craven' in the right context.

One or two more knees to the gut or a solid kick to the jaw and Gabbie could quickly remove the most dangerous component of the match. She was certain everyone would thank her so the rest of the girls could fight properly without having to worry constantly about the state of their crotches. Serina didn't need to be in the league, she needed to be on a couch, trying to work out her anger issues. She was one more person who was allowed to trudge wantonly over the sanctimony of the ring.

Unfortunately as she pulled back for another hard knee strike, her arms were yanked behind her rather painfully and she felt her body pressed up against something soft and obnoxious. "Ghhnh!?" Gabbie grunted as she wriggled in the hold. "What the heck are you doing!?" She said with disbelief and confusion oozing from her lips. "Let. Go!" She demanded, leaning forward and trying to use her strength to power free from the Full Nelson, bending her head and pushing her butt into Eztlicoatl's lap to try and wedge herself free.