The British Bunnies vs The Carnival Girls - 2v3 No DQ Tag Elimination Match

[FinyBoy]

As the ref went to get Molly out of the ring, Dark Shaina decided to "help" her out a bit by kicking the younger blonde to the outside. In a slightly ironic turn of events, the Brit would end up next to Satsuki and Amelia, both of whom had still not really woken up yet from their visits to dreamland.

Back in the ring, the redhead turned towards the thrashing Chelsea. She was absolutely delighted to see the girl flailing around in anger. It meant she was doing what she set out to do: torment and make suffering. The dark one skipped over to the older blonde, making sure she was just out of Chelsea's reach.

"How does it feel, Chelsea? Huh? How does it feel to watch and do nothing while your teammates fall before you eyes? Does it hurt? Does it upset you? I bet it does!"

She sent a nicely powered stomp into Chelsea's stomach. Now, it was the bully's turn to get a taste of her own medicine. But something weird was going on inside of Dark Shaina's head. Even though she wanted nothing more to cause misery and suffering, something in her head was making her feel angry. Something was nagging her to get revenge on Chelsea. Even though she felt absolutely no kinship towards the other CGs, she felt she had to avenge them. Why was that?

Get outta my head!

Dark Shaina sent another stomp into Chelsea's midsection.

[CaptainL]

Molly was raising groggily to her knees after the pin was counted. She raised her hand to her head, doing the best she could to dull the throbbing pain in her temples, as her other hand braced herself against the mat to try and support her. She wanted to get back in and help her sister, and, in most cases, she would - eliminated or not, and regardless if Molly was even entered in the match at all, she was one to intervene on Chelsea's behalf. But in this case, she couldn't. Her body had been beaten and battered well past the brink, and she barely even registered as she slipped out through the ropes, coming to rest on the ground below on the shores of consciousness.

For Chelsea, though, the torments were far from over. She was still laid on her back, tied in place against the ropes, as Shaina unleashed a barrage of stomps to her stomach. Each one caused her to cough and gag as her body bucked upwards, and she was beginning to develop scuffs and bruises from the sole of Shaina's boot. Her usual inarticulate taunts had given way to little more than hopeless groans. Chelsea might have been angry, but it was a different kind of angry, this time. Normally, she was rude and hard-hearted, but she was in control then. She was that way because she was just that generally disgruntled with life. Even if she was bloodthirsty, she was still smug.

This, though, was different. This was an opponent beyond what Chelsea was used to dealing with, and one she felt utterly helpless against. Her anger was aimed not just at avenging her sister, but to have any effect on her at all. She was in desperation.

At last, her teeth bared in a snarl, Chelsea attempted to put the distance between them by force. She raised a foot off the ground, attempting to kick back at Shaina in the hopes of disrupting her momentum, at least for long enough to untie herself from the rope.

[FinyBoy]

As Dark Shaina was still somewhat wrapped in her self-turmoil, Chelsea was able to buck herself up enough to land a kick into Dark Shaina's body. The redhead had no choice but to recoil from the hit, if only for a moment. However, Chelsea's attempt to buy some time resulted in bringing clarity to Dark Shaina's thoughts, and not a good kind of clarity. She may have given herself one or two seconds of time to untie herself, but in doing so, she had angered the redhead.

What was once a playful and sadistic personality, had now turned into one that was seething with rage. It was yet another flip of personality, one that was almost similar to Satsuki's. Dark Shaina's eyes latched onto her blonde foe, and was now determined to make her pay.

Regardless of where Chelsea was in the untying process, Dark Shaina furiously send a boot directly towards Chelsea's head. Then another, and another. Five, ten, fifteen... She wasn't stopping. In her mind, she wasn't planning to stop until Chelsea face was unrecognizable. The crowd cringed as each and every single one hit. Even if they had been rooting for the CGs thus far, it was pretty clear that they were starting to have mixed feelings about how violent Shaina had become.

Even the referee was having trouble watching this. She urged Dark Shaina to stop and just end the madness, but it would fall on deaf ears. The redhead wasn't going to stop, until she couldn't do it anymore!

[CaptainL]

At long last, Chelsea had finally gotten a strike in against her relentless opponent. Even if she was still tied down, she had hit her mark, and Shaina had been thrown back by it. But there was little time for satisfaction. Her whole body was sore, if not numb in places, from how much she had been stomped and trodden upon, and her joints creaked with stiffness as she tried to move. Things were far from over between her and Shaina, and Chelsea wouldn't be fully content until she had settled the matter.

In order to do that, of course, she had to get herself untied, and, even as weary as she was, she fumbled at the knot binding her hair to the ropes, trying to loosen it. In her state, that was no easy task, and she began to growl in frustration when she found the knots weren't coming loose easily. But with Chelsea held back, Shaina had the time to recover - and before the blonde was free, it was time for her to be thrown straight back into the fire, as Shaina raised a boot to slam it down onto Chelsea's face!

With a groan and a gasp, she fell back onto the mat. The blow had shocked her, and she hardly had the time to react, but even then, Shaina kept coming. Pressed up against the ropes, Chelsea had no choice but to take each kick as Shaina aimed for her face, causing her head and shoulders to be jostled around and around. Her body spasmed and twisted, at Shaina's full mercy.

[FinyBoy]

Dark Shaina had completely snapped... moreso than before. Again and again, she stomped as hard as she possibly could into Chelsea's face. Something was pushing her to do this. Something was pushing her to do this. Something in her head.

It's you, isn't it? You are the one making me feel this way! This is your doing!

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Damn it! DAMN IT!

Eventually, Dark Shaina had to stop. She stood there for a moment, starting down at the broken mess of a human being that was laying below her. Her breathing was labored, and she was starting to feel faint. She must have stomped on Chelsea's face at least thirty times by now.

At this moment, Dark Shaina took an uncharacteristic break from her onslaught, as she continued to stare downwards at Chelsea. The crowd waited with baited breath on what would happen next.

[CaptainL]

At last, it was over. At least for a few moments, but as far as Chelsea was concerned, that might as well have been an eternity. She lay in a heap, panting and groaning as her chest rose and fell with labored breaths, her face black and blue from the ruthless assault Shaina had unleashed on it. Her jaw lolled open, and she shuddered with each attempt she made to move, as though the very act pained her. She was, by all accounts, in no shape to be in this ring.

And yet...Chelsea wanted to fight back. She had to. For the sake of her pride, and for her sister, and for everything the two of them stood for in pledging to end this feud once and for all! It couldn't end this way. The more Chelsea thought about it, the more it emboldened her; she began to feel herself stiffen and her heart swell in her chest. She had to push her body to the limits just to get it to move. But for Shaina, it would all be worth it.

Slowly, she lifted her hands to her hair, fueled by adrenaline as much as anything else. With a few sharp tugs, she at last pulled herself free, undoing the knot. Then, pressing her hands against the ropes to brace herself, Chelsea forced herself to her feet. She staggered groggily, teetering from side to side, but she looked up at Shaina and locked eyes with her foe.

There was no room for taunts or formalities this time. All Chelsea had to do now was to hit her. And she wanted that now more than any other time.

Lunging forward with a growl, the elder Forster drew back her fist, charging Shaina and preparing to throw a punch toward her face. However, with how stiff and sore her body was, Chelsea was certainly at a disadvantage when it came to mobility, and her usual speed wouldn't save her now.

[FinyBoy]

As Dark Shaina stood there panting, Cheslea was releasing herself from her bonds.

As Dark Shaina stood there doing nothing, Chelsea was rising to her feet.

As Chelsea prepared herself for what would be the final showdown, Dark Shaina got angrier.

She had put the blonde through absolute hell. No human being could possibly stand after all that she had been through. And yet, Chelsea was doing all of that. That pissed Dark Shaina off like nothing ever had before. Chelsea didn't deserve a heroic moment. Chelsea didn't deserve to fight back. The only thing she deserved was misery and suffering.

And so, as Cheslea charged at Dark Shaina, so too did Dark Shaina charge at Chelsea.

"FUCKING DIE, YOU STUPID BLONDE BITCH!"

The redhead aimed to hit a jumping knee to the face, the strongest one she could possibly muster. Both attacks aimed to take out the other person. Whoever hit this next attack would be the victor. Would it be Chelsea, or would it be Shaina? The crowd was on the edge of their seats, dying to know.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was putting everything into this. Her entire being was counting on this moment - for herself, for Molly, and, while they weren't exactly fan favorites, she was still committed to making sure the people in the crowd at least got to watch her prove her dominance over her hated rivals once and for all. She wouldn't dare let this be a loss for her team, in a feud like this, on such a night. Not to someone she hated so much.

It was that hatred that fueled her. That made her get back up on her feet. By all accounts, Chelsea shouldn't have been able to rise, after taking the beating that she had. She should have been sore enough to render her nigh-immobile, too consumed with agony to rise back up. And yet, she wanted so desperately to show it to Shaina, and to the Carnival Girls, that she felt the second wind coming on. Through the surge of adrenaline alone, Chelsea got back up, sprinting towards her foe with her fist raised. She had to. It was sheer will, if nothing else, that spurred her on!

But, while Chelsea might have been angry, there was only so much her rage could carry her - and she was still, ultimately, beaten and weary from the strain put on her. She tried to fling her fist at Shaina, but it was too late. The redhead jumped up, at the same time. And, with a loud crack, her knee slammed into Chelsea's jaw.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion for her now. She let out a groan, her whole body shuddering as her head cracked backwards. With how much her hair ribbon had been loosened from her attempts to free herself earlier, the force of the impact alone was enough to throw it from Chelsea's head as she fell back, and her hair fell around her shoulders as she plummeted to the mat. There, she landed on her back, motionless. Her eyes rolled back into her head - she was out cold. In a matter of a few seconds, Chelsea's resolve had failed her, and her desperate attempts for a counterattack were cut short.

[FinyBoy]

In an epic final clash that would have been a moment of cinematic beauty and narrative, Chelsea and Dark Shaina charged at each other like wild beasts. Each looking to finish off the other, with only one person coming out victorious.

And that person... would be Dark Shaina. Once again, the "fresher" wrestler triumphed. Dark Shaina's improved speed, coupled with her less injured body, would be the deciding factor for this match. As her knee smashed into Chelsea jaw, a sickening crack could be heard throughout the stadium. Immediately following, Chelsea would fall backwards to the mat, out for the count. The loss of her ribbon, a symbolic measure of her imminent defeat.

But as the stadium erupted in cheers as the final blow was struck, Dark Shaina made no movements from her standing position. Something was going on, something was happening. She couldn't move. She felt weak. She was losing control. Something was pulling her back.

So this was your goal. You couldn't stop me, so you made me tire myself out.

...

You forced my hand, and now that I can't hold on, you are here to take things back...

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It's no matter. I have done what I came for. You can take this body back... for now...

...

But I will never stop clawing my way back. One day soon, Shaina, I will take full control, and you will never see the world again...

And then, the darkness receded. As Shaina returned to her senses, her body collapsed on her. She first fell to her knees, landing between Chelsea's legs. Then, she fell forward, her body draping itself over the older blonde's. She was still awake, but she was clinging onto it by a mere thread. She had nothing left in the tank. She knew where she was, but that was about as far as it went.

She was laying on top of Chelsea, full body. So, for all intensive purposes, this was a pin. All that was left now was for the referee to do her job. The crowd would no doubt wholeheartedly join in with the count.

Everyone here had bared witness to what had happened in this ring. Every action had led up to this very moment. This would be the culmination of every competitor that participated tonight.

[CaptainL]

As unconscious as she was, Chelsea, needless to say, gave little in the way of a response. She was flat on her back, her arms spread and her now-loose hair splayed on the ground around her. Whether Shaina pinned her or not, it wouldn't matter - she was in no shape to wrestle, let alone win. The referee could well announce her elimination now - but, as Shaina fell forward, shaking the control of her darker thoughts free from herself, it would work just as well.

Molly was still sitting on the sidelines, clutching her head. She looked up, and, through glazed and glassy eyes, she saw that her sister was moments away from being counted out - but her whole body was stiff. There was nothing she could do to stop it. All she really wanted to do was to lie down, before she hurt herself just from moving. Indeed, as the count began, it would be one most people could already see the end of in sight.

As the referee slapped the mat each time, the response from the crowd, indeed, was thunderous. It was as though the whole arena shook with each numeral called. "One! Two! THREE!"

And, at last, it all was over. The sound of the bell signaled the culmination of the match, and the feud, as Shaina's arm was lifted in victory. Many of the fans jumped up from their seats, launching into a cavalcade of applause. Some, however, stayed where they were, seated. They had seen a different side of Shaina than they were used to - and was that a good thing or not?