Friction World Cup Battle Royal

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This was officially the most offense Gallium had ever gotten on an opponent in a match. It was both surprising, and damn fun!

But Cindy managed to escape, crawling away from the young Canadian rookie, the pink haired girl raising her arm up to a surprising applause from several fans, before she turned her attention back to Cindy Won. The Chinese girl wasn't going to get away so easily!

Running up to the Chinese fighter, she grabbed the back of her dress, and her arm, pulling her up to her feet. "Time to go!" She yelled, before turning them both towards the ropes and trying to throw the taller woman over the top rope and eliminate her early!

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The crowd - annoying, simpering little brats that they were - cheered Gallium on in unison as she continued to run wild, pushing her lucky start to its maximum effect. Cindy would not have fretted too much in a normal match, but the rules of the royal worried her - all it took was a moment of weakness, and the game would be lost.

Those fears were supported when Gallium seized both her and the moment, lifting her up by the dress before Cindy could put up an adequate struggle. The next thing the elder Won Sibling knew, she was sent flying, up and over the ropes, sent to the outside…

...or, at least, that was where she would have gone, if she'd not managed to grab the ropes as she flipped over. Instead, she wound up hanging on them for dear life, her shoes only a few scant feet from touching the floor.

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"YES! ONE DOW-Oh...Darn it!!"


Gallium yelled, having tossed Cindy Won over the top rope, only for the woman to hang onto the ropes, barely managing to avoid elimination.

Getting a wicked grin, Gallium moved in, sticking her upper body through the middle rope, while both arms went to Cindy's under arms, sticking her tongue out at the girl before trying to tickle her underarms, banking on the Chinese girl being ticklish enough to lose her grip!

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Cindy had never been more thankful for her light frame and small weight. While she was naturally quite agile, even she could admit that her last minute save was mostly luck, managing to grab the right rope at the right time in the right way. And it wasn’t a 100% save, either - she still had Gallium to deal with.

Cindy gasped as she felt tickling fingers at her side, scrapping against her skin, exciting her nerves. Cindy was ticklish, and she had to stifle her laughs, but it wasn’t enough to make her let go. Quite the opposite, really.

With a hard a yank, lifted her legs up and pulled her way back in, swinging over the top rope. As a bonus, if Gallium held her current position, she’d probably get kneed in the face in the process.

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This was going well. Nobody could resist a good tickle torture. Sure, it was a silly move, but the way Gallium figured it, going for a more wrestling style move would be risky, as it could be countered, and put her at risk. But tickling seemed not only, safe, but effective, banking that Cindy would have to let go once it became too much for her.

...At least, that was the idea, until Cindy proved acrobatic enough to flip herself back, her knee striking Gallium in the side of the head, making the smaller girl yelp and stumble back, falling onto her cute butt and rubbing her temple where she was struck.

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Cindy landed in the ring after the strike and took a moment to breath, her hands still gripping the ropes tight even though she was back on safe ground. That was close. Too close. She’d thought Gallium would be an unskilled newcomer, but turned out to be only half right in that assessment.

She had no desire to learn just how wrong she was, though. Best to take care of this nuisance now. There was little sense in taking unneeded chance.

Cindy spun about on her heel and rushed towards the downed pinkette, closing the distance in a furious rush. When she was close enough, she lashed out with a shin kick aimed at the younger wrestler’s chest, aiming for the breasts in particular, screaming in Chinese every step of the way. While she doubt Gallium spoke a word of Mandarin, she could probably guess from the tone that she wasn’t describing her with terms of endearment.

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Indeed, Gallium had no earthly idea what Cindy was screaming at her, and had no time to find out, as the womans shin smacked right into Gallium's small chest, crashing against her small, yet firm and perky, breasts!

The kick knocked the still dazed rookie flat onto the mat, slim and smooth bare legs kicking into the air before falling flat, as she cupped her sore tits. "Owwww..."

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The crowd winced at the harsh blow to Gallium’s chest - save for the Chinese section, of course, who mostly cheered. Cindy herself found the attack quite satisfying given the humiliation that had been heaped on her in such a short time. Adequate...but not quite good enough. She craved more.

She reached down and grabbed the Canadia by her silly pink hairs, yanking hard to force her to stand on those bare feet. It was only a kick, so she should’ve been able to rise easily enough. A good thing, since she had much pain left to do before Cindy was sated.

When Gallium was standing high enough, she reached down, grabbed her by the wrists, yanked back and twisted in the same motion, trying to send her off run to the turnbuckle with a strong Irish Whip.

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Even as a lighter kick, it still hurt, and Gallium's body wasn't really meant for absorbing hard strikes, especially to such a sensitive area of her body. When she was hauled up, she tried to kick back, but couldn't do enough to stop Cindy from whipping her across the ring, thrown with enough force that she wasn't able to stop herself from smacking, chest first, into the turnbuckle pads, bouncing off of them back onto her cute behind!

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As Gallium went off one way, Cindy went the other, making her way over to the opposite corner and taking position there, her back against the pads, eyeing her foe from across the ring. Sure enough, the guǐlǎo went where the Irish Whip took her, and as a nice bonus, wound up dropping to her butt. No doubt, she was learning what it was to face a true wrestler for the first time, never before entering the ring against someone  of Cindy’s calibre.

With a shriek, Cindy launched herself forward and crossed the ring in a flash, dashing across. She dropped down into a handstand when she was close, flipped forward, then spun about at the last possible moment and slammed into Gallium’s face with a running hip attack, trying to smash the pink haired fool into the turnbuckle.

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