AV 15 Mongolian Horde Match!

The louder Rachel screamed, the harder Diabolica pulled, and soon it felt like the bones in her arm would snap. Just before that point, though, her tormentor finally let go, instead stepping down on the weakest point just as Rachel was about to nurse her wounds. She continued to scream as the massive woman shifted her weight right onto where she had been applying damage, and when she was finally let go, she was instead hoisted upside down and marched around the ring like she was on display. Rachel knew what was coming, and tensed every muscle in her body... but it hadn't come yet. What was she waiting for? Was she finally done with the beating and just showing off her rag doll?

Diabolica was keep walking around with Rachel and it seemed that at this point she could pretty much do anything she want with her opponent. Since there were almost zero struggling from Rachel, Diabolica once again went toward the corner. Why just landing regular piledriver, if she could add some extra height to it.

With her back turned toward the corner, Diabolica climed up on the bottom rope. She didn't want to over extend, since she will land on her knees and there is still one more opponent after Rachel. Standing on the bottom rope now, she jumped a little and land down on her knees with Rachel's head between them.

Without much to look at besides Diabolica's legs, Rachel couldn't tell where they were headed, but she knew it was bad news. As they climbed up onto the bottom rope, she felt herself tensing up again, a shiver running down her spine as she realized the pain wasn't over. The boos shunning Diabolica for her sadistic behavior grew louder with every moment, but when the two of them were airborne, it seemed the excitement overwhelmed the crowd in a single roar of enthusiasm. All the airborne glory came to a halt as the two of them came crashing down into the mat with the force of an airliner, all centered on Rachel's skull and neck. A harsh yelp made it's way out of her mouth as they impacted, the pain flowing up through her body and causing her to go limp.

Diabolica landed piledriver without too much problems and realized that Rachel wasn't moving after last stunt. She wasn't sure wheter she was KO'd, injured or simply too exhausted to move and frankly she didn't care. Diabolica leaned down and whispered to Rachel's ear "As i said, this is not over yet!" Saying that, Mexican devil picked up Rachel and toss her out of the ring to finish her torturing for tonight.

Rachel had no last minute survival, no special tricks or feats of unbreakable willpower up her sleeve this time. When she was tossed out of that ring, she hit the floor unmoving, save for some twitching and shivering, as tears trickled down her face. Given the importance of the match, it was unlikely that medical help would come fish her out of there until the match was over, but in her current state she wasn't going anywhere on her own. All she could do was hope her savage beating would have exhausted Diabolica enough to give the next girl more of a chance, and that someone would come to get her eventually.

Rachel was rescued...sort of...albeit not in a particularly helpful way.  Any intentions her tormentor might have had of following up on the assault were quickly squashed as a familiar thunderous guitar riff hit the speakers, accompanied by a huge fiery plume on the stage.  A row of retainers marched out in brisk lockstep, carrying an elaborately-carved litter - more of a ceremonial platform, really - and atop it, her arms spread wide, was Etzlicoatl.

The crowd did not bother to contain its groans at the sight of the microphone in her hand.

"Behold!  On solar wings, the Sanguine Serpent arises!"  To her credit, she was able to stay perfectly stable as she was carried down to the ring, and had more than enough gusto in her lungs to bellow over the music.  "Four now have fallen, scattered like petals in the wind, and before me lies a heart ripe for harvest!"  Okay, now the 'shut the fuck up' chants were clearly starting to get to her, as she reddened a bit under the lights, but Etzlicoatl pressed on.  The retainers stopped at ringside, allowing her to point a finger at Diabolica.  "Spawn of a lesser god!  Whore-child of divine usurpers!  Ready yourself to be brought low, for--"  Abrupt silence.  She kept going inaudibly for a few seconds, then blinked.  They'd cut her mic again.  Etzlicoatl stamped a foot on the platform, shrieking at someone in the back (the production team, probably)--

--but then, out of the blue, she burst forward.

It was lightning-fast.  The Sanguine Serpent was fresh, after all, and had the incredibly unfair advantage of being the only person in the match who hadn't had to play the endurance game.  Combine that with her natural talents, and it was no shock that a running start across the platform led her to jump off, land on the top rope, and springboard off it in one fluid motion that culminated in a corkscrew plancha into the ring, aimed straight at Diabolica.

It was a hell of a way to make an entrance.  Despite having to suffer through her quasi-intelligible monologues, the fans did tend to like her style.

Diabolica was staring down to Rachel beaten body when Etzlicoatl's entrance cought her attention. As she was approaching the ring, Diabolica backed away toward distant ropes and leaned back on them to get a little break. She wasn't fresh anymore, since she already fought two other wrestlers, but at least she didn't received too much beating. After completly destroying Rachel, Diabolica was confident and pumped up before going into final fight tonight.

Diabolica was silently listening what Etzlicoatl had to say and shouted back to her after her Mic died. "Hey you! That's not a theater show. This is a wrestling ring and we fight here!" As Etzlicoatl came closer to ring, Diabolica start runing toward her to attack her straight away, but her opponent proved herself as pretty agile wrestler.

All action cought her off guard, causing her to lose balance and fall down with Etzlicoatl on top of her. She pushed her off without too much problems and start rolling away to get up and start the battle from scratch. "Okay, let's do this." Diabolica cracked her knuckles and walked toward Etzlicoatl with arms high, inviting her for test of strength.

The immovable object met the extremely stoppable force in midair, and the result was pretty much exactly what you'd expect.

Having spun gracefully through the air in her sudden attack on Diabolica, Etzlicoatl was initially very pleased with herself.  They collided in a perfect plancha and went down, and normally this would be where she went for a flash pin or something to take advantage of her surprise attack.  But the bigger girl heaved her off like she was bench-pressing twenty pounds, sending her flying halfway across the ring.  She rolled awkwardly, scrambling to her feet with wide eyes.  Whoa!  Rui had caught her dive during the match, and she'd thought that was strong, but this...

"Uh...s-so be it!" she proclaimed, rising and striking a slightly-trembly pose.  "You have chosen the path of agony - ohhhhh god I'm too young to die - and now you shall walk its sun-kissed trails with regret!"

Already, Diabolica was up and approaching, motioning for the test of strength.  Although Etzli was very confident in herself (to the point of delusions of grandeur, some might say), even she knew that she'd have to be crazy to think she could overpower a girl almost twice her size.  So it was that she resorted to a trick.  To chicanery!  Etzli accepted one hand, then, before Diabolica could grasp her with the other, dove through her legs and came up behind the other girl, still holding onto her wrist.  Thus positioned, she tried for a pump handle suplex and heaved...

...and only managed to get Diabolica up a couple feet off the ground.  She tried again and didn't even make it that far this time.

"..........Uhhh...can we maybe talk about this?" she began, still holding onto her opponent and suddenly looking very embarrassed.

Diabolica was slowly approaching Etzlicoatl with arms raised and it seemed like that she'll accept the test of strength. "Another opponent, who think that can overpower me." She thought to herself. But although Diabolica knew that she was the stronger one, she still had to be pretty carefull. Her first opponent had a pretty good trick in her sleeve and Mexican knew that this time she should try to avoid pushing her opponent backwards. It turned out that Etzlicoatl has a plan as well, just that it's slightl different than one from Hina before.

Diabolica grabed one hand and when going for second one but Etzli managed to escape behind her when reaching for second hand. "Crap..." Diabolica cursed how she got tricked again, but small chuckle quickle appeared on her face after her opponent failed to lift her up in the air. Diabolica tuged her arm out of Etzlicoatl hold and turned toward her."Talk? Of course. You can either get out of the ring by yourself or i beat you up and toss you out."

"Let me show you how it's done" Diabolica grabed Etzlicoatl in order to lift her up verticaly. With their heads being together and opponents body high in air, Diabolica would try to fall backward, trying to slam Etzli down with vertical suplex.

There comes a point in every person's life where they have a few seconds to reflect on the phrase 'I've made a huge mistake'. This was that point for Etzlicoatl, who spent five or so seconds in the air before coming down in a massive vertical suplex. She hit the mat so hard she actually bounced off, twisting and flailing in midair. "Gwaaaaahhhhh!!!" Despite the imperious character she put on, the reality of the situation was that she was rather cowardly, and having relied on her late entry to get her an easy victory was quickly coming back to bite her.

"There will be no such capitulations!" she exclaimed, frantically trying to crawl away from Diabolica and pull herself under the ropes. "You'll rue the day! Rue it!"

It wasn't totally clear what her strategy was at the moment, but obviously Etzli was retreating to the apron because she wanted some space. What she'd do with it afterwards was a mystery. Plot out a new angle of attack, probably.