Tension Battle Royale

(A, 2)

Eliza was able to avoid being flung over the top rope, which was fortunate for her. After all the royale had only just begun, and Eliza was eager to try and set an impression. If only to for the sake of it. And Clyde had fallen down to her powerful legs, those things could were like blades on her lower body. And Mr Gastin just took the hit dead on, although Eliza noted that he wasn't flat on his ass like most people would be after a hit like that.

So deciding to take advantage of the situation, Eliza would spring up into the air. Firing out her powerful legs once again, hoping to blast the cowboy hard with a dropkick. That'd be sure to knock him on his ass.

"This is for you Lia Harrison!" Eliza would shout out, Lia was her first opponent and also a sparring partner. And the ballroom girl had promised the albino that she'd dedicate one of her moves to her, well that was sorted.

(B, 2)

Postby Lobo on Wed Sep 10, 2014 1:05 pm

(B, 2)

Staggered by the kick he had taken, Clyde was left pretty open as the agile Eliza followed up on him. She was quick as ever and Clyde didn't even have two arms to properly protect himself if he could have even managed that. Instead he would see the dancer rush him, leap forth and slam her strong legs right into his chest.

"Hngh!" Clyde grunted from the blow that knocked him right off his feet, flopping back first on the mat hard.

"Dammit..." He growled. Still tired from his last match and thus he found himself laying flat on the mat, trying to turn over so he could force himself back up.

(c,2)

(B, 2)

Eliza landed on the mat belly first, after drilling Clyde hard with that dropkick. The ballroom girl looked over her shoulder to see that her move had managed to down the cowboy, a fortunate situation indeed!

Ms Harenwood would scramble back to her feet, and think quickly of what to attempt at this moment in time. It seemed Mr Gastin was still somewhat out of it to be sure, so the aristocratic dancer would sprint over to the far ropes on Clyde's left.

With a spring in her step Eliza would bounce off them and bolt over to where Clyde was, leaping into the air to try and bring down her beautiful legs with a classic legdrop to the midriff.

(C, 2)

Postby Lobo on Wed Sep 10, 2014 2:25 pm

(C, 2)

"Fuck... This gay ass bullshit..." Clyde growled through his teeth. He looked weak and pathetic and it pissed him off. Melissa was always getting her big nose into his life but this had to be among the worst.

Boiling with frustration, Clyde grit his teeth and hastily pushed him up off the mat with his left arm forcing himself to roll over towards his right, letting Eliza hit nothing but Canvas!

But in doing so, Clyde would roll over on his right arm, most of his weight going to his right shoulder. The moment he did it, it felt hellish, a surge of pain shooting from his shoulder and bicep.

"Auugh!! S-Shiiiiiit..." He cried, not sounding too far off from a wounded coyote as he flopped on his front and held his arm before he tried to crawl for some ropes, any would do as he laid in the center of the ring. Taking the leg drop might have been smarter.

(c,3)

by Kitten on Wed Sep 10, 2014 9:25 pm

(Out of nowhere)

Suddenly the titantron screen started to show the count down and the crowd began to cheer knowing a new fighter will go in.

10!

9!

8!

7!

Poison liked number seven. It was her lucky number. So she decided no to wait till the count ended and just get inside the arena. The fans and the officials seemed a bit confused as they saw a pink blur rushing down the aisle towards the ring with a cute wicked smile on her lips. Even without her intro music the fans were quick to recognize Poison and many began to boo, but there was a few of them who cheered too. Poison had her fans, that was for sure, people who enjoyed seeing the pink haired rogue mischief, and of course she planned to please them.

6!

5!

4!

And Poison was already slipping inside the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to get up to her feet, right behind Eliza. Poison was wearing her usual attire, a cute biker cap, a torn tank top that did a very poor job covering her massive breasts and leather shorts, unbuttoned, with pink high heels on her feet. She looked gorgeous as always and without any further introductions and taking advantage that the cute dancer was down, Poison sized Eliza up and then fired a vicious round house kick to the back of Eliza's head, trying to blindside the dancer.  "HI BITCH! I am Poison.... nice to meet you!"


3!

2!

1!

Then Poison turned her attention to her real target, Clyde.  "Ohhhhhh Clyyyydeeeeeeee!" Poison sung only to make sure the silly cowboy had noticed she was in. She was getting paid extra for hurting Clyde and she could see that the boy was already favoring his arm.  "You hurt yourself, already? How pathetic...." Poison said with a wicked smile as she moved towards Clyde, trying to stomp on his arm.

And then her musicstarted.

Well, Ladies and Gentleman, That music means Tension's most notorious felon is on the prowl but she seems more than eager to disobey even our battle royale rules as she comes down early and puts the boot to an unsuspecting Eliza, clearing a path to Clyde Gastin! These two are not strangers but one would think that Eliza would be the one to work over! Certainly Clyde's in no position for a bit of good ol' fashioned Texas revenge with one arm! What does the pink haired jail bird have in store for this him!?

(C,3)

(C, 3)

Eliza winced upon impact, her leg drop attempt catching nothing but canvas. But it looked like it hurt Clyde just trying to get away from that move, but before Eliza could contemplate on what to do next. She heard the crowd counting down on who would appear next, she looked around before seeing the number on the titantron.

However as she made to get herself ready for the new opponent, it would seem that the opponent was rather a bit too eager to get into the ring. For Eliza was thwacked hard in the side of the head, the offender introducing herself as Poison. Although Eliza wasn't really paying attention to that, her head was in pain after all. "Ghn!" the ballroom girl sharply grunted out, being knocked down from that kick. With high heels nonetheless!

Once she hit the mat Ms Harenwood was stunned, falling on her belly. Eliza would crawl where her arms took her to get some distance, she could hear Poison insulting Clyde near her and no doubt having ill intent. After some minor crawling Eliza would flop back down on the mat, she'd be fine but for now she needed a couple of seconds to recover from that brazen and cowardly attack. "Ugnnnn..." Ms Harenwood groaned out, trying to catch her bearings.

(B, 3)

by Lobo on Fri Sep 12, 2014 11:48 am

(C,3)

Clyde was tending to his arm and trying to for some ropes before he started to hear a countdown, the crowd chanting along with it. He pushed himself with one hand and started to try and crawl for the ropes, unaware that Poison was having an early start as she ran down to the ring and introduced herself to Eliza with a brutal roundhouse kick that earned a sympathetic cry from the crowd.

All the while... Clyde swore he heard the voice of someone who certainty wasn't British. Clyde turned just in time to see Eliza fall and Poison standing over her before she would greet him with her obnoxious sing song voice. "SumBITCH! POISON!" He exclaimed, a mix of fury, surprise and fear in his voice. This was the woman who assaulted his dear Sister while she was already injured.

"Shutup!! Just Shutup!" He snapped angrily at her taunting, he hated his current state so much and wanted so badly to just fight Poison. But with one stomp to his arm, she had the cowboy in pain instantly. "Hnn-AAAGHH!!!!" Cried the cowboy, squirming violently on the mat, turning on his left shoulder so he could hug his right arm. Writhing in pain.

(C,3)

(B, 3)

Eliza let out a groan, the sudden kick to her head was still ringing somewhat. Her right hand clinging to her forehead, on one of her knees as she attempted to regain herself. But sure enough the ballroom girl would be back on her feet, she reckoned a tolerance for pain was starting to kick in. Although Eliza knew that hit would ring for a wee bit, but Ms Harenwood was being driven by something. And that was anger.

This woman, she had the gall to attack like that? Showing complete disregard for the rules, and having nothing but sadistic glee in breaking apart the cowboy Clyde Gastin? Eliza's hands balled into fists, a look of irateness appeared on her regal features as she looked at the pink haired rouge.

"You require a proper lesson in manners." she muttered out, Eliza hadn't had this much distain for someone in a very long time. Although it might have been further enhanced by the pain in her head. With that in mind Eliza would rush towards Poison, hoping to drive her educated and stocking covered right leg into the girl's midriff. However it could also leave her open for a counter if Poison could deal with it properly.

(C, 3)

by Kitten on Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:33 am

Poison laughed as she saw the cowboy squirm. She had wanted to hurt Clyde since that he had match with Angela. She wanted to do more than just hurt him. She wanted yo injure him like she had done with her sister. Even the if she wasn't getting paid to do so, she would have still gone out of her way to put the cowboy down.

"You are so pathetic, even your sister took her beating with a bit more of pride..." Poison teased with a wicked smile as she prepared to hit the cowboy again when she suddenly heard a voice behind her. A prissy missy posh and extremely annoying voice. Eliza couldn't have made a poorer choice of words. Lessons? Manners? Now Poison was pissed, angry enough to forget about Clyde for a bit and turn her attention to Eliza.

The cute dancer sure was thought. Poison had expected that kick to leave Eliza out of it enough time for her to pick Clyde appart. But Eliza was up and coming in with a kick of her own. She was tough but not very smart. Poison stepped to the side and brought her arms up to catch Eliza's leg before it hit her sexy tummy, giving Eliza a mean angry look.

"You require a proper lesson..." Poison began to say mocking the posh tone of Eliza in a extremely exaggerated and ridiculous fashion. "... in staying the fuck out of my way, stupid whore!" Poison yelled as she pushed Eliza's captured leg up a bit higher, to expose the dancer's crotch and then, lowering her body to put one knee on the mats, Poison swung her other hand, her palm open up, to deliver a knife like chop right to Eliza's nether parts.

(C, 3)

Eliza didn't expect to be so deftly countered, and the nerve of this woman. Yes Eliza had nothing but contempt for this woman right now, like she was a complete and utter...well she didn't know the right words. But she utterly hated this woman!

The ballroom girl felt a stinging pain across her private parts, which earned a loud yelp of pain. Although Eliza was used to performing the splits, so the pain wasn't as bad as it could have been. It still hurt badly though, Eliza hadn't been touched there in...well a good long while. Poison was good, despite her crude looks and getup. And where did she get off on calling Eliza a whore?! Eliza had a much better outfit on, in her mind the comment was hypocritical.

"Ghn! Damm you!" Eliza snapped back as her face contorted into a wince, the ballroom girl holding her private parts with both hands in pain. Thank goodness though that Eliza was so darn flexible, she'd attempt to wriggle her held leg out of Poison's grasp and try to take a few steps back to attempt to gather some distance. Eliza was open here and she knew it, so Eliza had to try and get back and away cause Poison could do some more damage on her.

(C, 3)