SD 15: Thorns of a Rose Vs. Nathan Weed, Daisuke Takeuchi & Charlie Haines - Tag Elimination!

The third count sounded, and Nathan eased up carefully, gingerly untangling his limbs from Kelli's. He'd felt her put up a token resistance, but... Nathan looked around for the ref, but she was already on her way to the edge of the ring, motioning for medical personnel. Okay, so it looks like there's a little bit of a break between eliminations? Nathan really needed to brush up on the rules of the sport that he was being paid to play.

Nathan stayed knelt at Kelli's side. He thought it best not to move Kelli around much, but sitting there doing nothing made him feel awkward and useless. He leaned forward, slightly over Kelli's head, and asked quietly, "Are you alright? The ref's getting help. How's your neck?"

Kelli let out a breath of air pass by her lips in a cross between a grunt and a sigh as Nathan lifted his wait off of her smaller body, the upper half of her body lifted instinctively as her hand went again to the back of her neck and the Italian flopped over onto one side. The ref obviously thought something was serious enough to go the call for the medics, but there was no break in the match so to speak... Kelli was eliminated anyway, so one of the girls would have to climb in to take her place just as soon as Kelli had made her way from the ring.

The Italian Rebellion Hellion growled more out of frustration from giving away the fall to "team cock" than anything else, Nathan was hovering in close to her to make sure she was ok.. Seemingly genuine in his concern, but this only aggravated Kelli all the more. Sucking in a sharp breath, Kelli rolled over onto her back again and then swung her right leg up from the mat, aiming to slot her foot home right in between Nathan's thighs into his crotch as hard as she could muster in retaliation.

It was an accident. Her foot slipped. She was justifiably frustrated.

You’ll be pleased to know that none of that bullshit even came close to crossing Nathan’s mind.

Oh god, was that a popping noise? I swear I heard a popping noise. Will I still be able to have kids down the line? What if a wire down there got crossed, and, the next time I pee, my balls explode?

These thoughts may not have been explicitly present, but their spirit was there, their presence felt in the same way that it is felt by any male soccer player, kickboxer, skateboarder, or human being immediately following similar misfortune, directly under the looming spectre of permanent injury.

Mostly though, Nathan’s mind was blank, excepting where it was splashed hot pink with agony. “Guhhhhhh…” The sound that oozed out of his O-shaped mouth was a guttural, full-bodied whimper, a pathetic howl on an infinite diminuendo that traced his descent from high up on his knees all the way forward to down on his face, upon which he lay, cheek pressed pitifully against the mat- or against Kelli’s offending, leather-clad legs. It really didn’t matter. He wasn’t even aware that he was face-down, ass-up in front of a crowd of thousands, and on television in front of a crowd of millions. But if he were, he needn’t have worried, because more than half of them, whether they hated him or no, had winced in sympathy, or shifted uncomfortably in their seats, at the sight of the assault on Nathan’s balls. It had been a rough match for the men against the Roses, and the audience commiserated with Nathan and his teammates, who, like it or not, were now joined in a dubious fraternity of wretched victimhood.

Kelli felt a certain sense of satisfaction about the "job" she just did on Nathan, although she could never re3ally understand the kind of pain he was experiencing at the moment. She shoved her leather clad leg against him as he dropped down to the mat and pressed the side of his face up against it, trying to force him over onto his side or back before she rolled in the opposite direction...

The medics were on their way down to the ring, unaware that at this rate they might have to help *two* wrestlers out to the backstage area... Kelli slipped out under the bottom ropes, hand on the back of her neck as the medics immediately went to see if she was ok. Meanwhile, Nathan was left down on the mat in the ring, in a bad condition for who ever was going to take him on next...

Emi got up just in time to hear the ref count to three, eliminating Kelli. However, Emi had to smile as Kelli had a parting gift for Nathan. Emi let out a laugh as Nathan fell to the mat with his hands buried between his legs. "Ouch! that had to hurt." Emi said as she flashed Kelli a smile as Kelli left the ring. "Don't worry i will finish up this match."

Emi walked over to the downed Nathan and quickly rolled him onto his back to go for the pin. "Count him ref he isn't getting up anytime soon." Emi said as the ref got into position to begin the count. "1..."

Kelli kicked him over onto his back, then Emi splayed her body over on top of him for the count. Nathan was only marginally aware of these goings on, but he did react: he groaned with the kick, and he groaned with the pin.

The first groan no different from what you might have expected- full of pain, more a legacy of the initial kick than a response to her second. The second groan, though, was a groan of objection; Emi had to separate Nathan's hands from his balls to put down his shoulders and hook his leg, and that wasn't something he liked. Truth be told, the hands didn't do anything to allay the anguish that came from the sudden introduction of his testicles into his abdominal cavity. But covering his balls was comforting; it made him feel safe. Curling up into the fetal position helped, too, but cruel, cruel Emi was having none of it. Not that Nathan had any say in the matter.

"TWO!"

Emi heard the ref count to Two and she knew that Nathan would soon be eliminated from the match. However, Emi was a little pissed that Nathan had eliminated Kelli and Aoi had been awfully quiet lately and that worried Emi. Luckily Nathan didn't have it in him to break the count and the ref counted to "3..." giving Emi the win over Nathan. "Great one asshole down. Two to go." Emi said as she would rest on Nathan for a second.

Emi would get up and start to kick Nathan out of the ring so she could start working on the next asshole opponent. "OK, which one of you pricks with a dick is next." Emi would say as she would kick Nathan out of the ring towards the medics.

Nathan groaned again as he was being unceremoniously kicked out of the ring, but this groan was in response to Emi's awful taunt. Prick and dick were synonyms; she might as well have said called them "Penises with penises." But all that came out of Nathan's mouth was a mumbled "Redundant..." before he was dropped outside. Given a couple of minutes, Nathan could have walked out by his own power. He probably would have preferred it. But as soon as he fell to the floor, two medics swarmed in and lifted him onto a stretcher. Nathan offered no resistance as they carried him off backstage. Nathan hadn't too poorly; eliminating one opponent in exchange for one of their own wasn't too bad a trade. But it did mean that it would be up to his teammates to carry them the rest of the way home.

Of course, right now, Nathan didn't care. He just wanted everything to stop hurting.

Aoi had recovered from the clothesline in time to see Emi shoving Nathan out of the ring. It seemed the odds were even once more and Aoi smugly began to prance towards her corner. Her fingers ruffled Nathan's hair and she flashed him the coyest wink as she passed the stretcher.

The blue haired beauty hopped up onto her corner's apron and grabbed hold of the tag rope. "You've got this, Emi-chan!" Aoi encouraged. "I'm sure that you can beat these boys without even having to tag!" Aoi hoped.

Charlie had worked his way back to his corner and climbed between the ropes when he heard all sorts of commotion behind him. He turned, knowing his team was going to be one up.... but he saw Nathan getting pinned!

Before Charlie could react or intervene, things were even once more! Emi was in the ring confidently waiting for an opponent. Daisuke was still on the outside so Charlie hopped over the ropes, finally officially in the match! The fans cheered as the one clear face involved in the match entered. Charlie heard emi's "pricks with dicks" remark and rolled his eyes.

"Just because a dude screwed ya over before doesn't mean we're all bad, but whatever." He said with a shrug. He knew these women weren't the type to be persuaded by a few words from a stranger... who happened to be a guy. Charlie ran in and moved at Emi, looking to grab onto one of her arms and drop down, delivering a quick armdrag to the woman in order to send her to the mat!