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5 Vs 5
Elimination Tag Match
Only The Legal Member Of A Team Can Be Eliminated
Eliminations Via Pinfall, Submission, KO Or DQ
Elimination Tag Match
Only The Legal Member Of A Team Can Be Eliminated
Eliminations Via Pinfall, Submission, KO Or DQ
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Welp.Tonight was the night.
After what could only be described as a disaster made manifest, tonight would be the night the lightweight division went to war. Stemming from a peaceful demonstration turned sour, the inability for the fighters involved to get along with themselves in even the slightest of regard meant that tonight, there would be no time for talk. The topic of said disagreement was irrelevant, given the actions that took place in the ring that day. It was hard to disagree that a fight among favourite flavour of pie that day wouldn't of resulted in the fight taking place tonight.
The teams themselves were as loosely constructed as could be. With the basis of both sides being built almost entirely on the idea of simply banding together purely out of less hate of the opposing side, fights on the same team seemed something almost inevitable tonight. Especially with the characters involved. Save for an alliance out of kindness between GASTER, Aoi Fukiwara and Honoka Kobayashi, the first team out tonight reeked of instability. On one hand, the ever mouthful Melody White had proved herself as dis-likeable to her own team as she was to the enemy. With insults pouring from the rockers mouth every second the group shared the ring, the brunette herself could have very much found herself victim to the aforementioned trio. If she didn't get them first, that was. Sharing this trait with Melody White, came the somewhat concerning Miu Tomita. Whilst not having the time in the ring as Melody had to make enemies in such a strong a fashion, the maniacal fighter had done her best to make up for lost time the moment she entered. Terrifying those she did not outright infuriate, the concerning white haired figure seemed to share animosity to near enough everyone in the ring. Except perhaps, one certain Shadow Lord.
The time for their entrances nigh, the team had been somewhat coerced into something of a combined entrance save for the usual theatrics. With the match to follow bound to last the night, management had seemingly little intent on tiring out the crowd before the match had even begun, with the amount of entrances to be made stemming on double figures. With the arena sound system roaring a somewhat generic theme of guitar strums and soft drum beats, the group of five would appear through the entrance curtain in somewhat unison, with no-one taking the lead. For a moment, atleast.
"YEHHHHH!!!" Bursting out from the group of four now behind her, Melody White had opted to take centre stage, with the boisterous rocker raising her hands as she screamed out. Playing both the crowd and infuriating her own team further, the rocker as ever seemed to care little for popularity tonight. "WE SHOULD OF PICKED A TEAM NAME." Turning as she walked backwards, slowly and carefully as to not fall down the ramp, Melody looked into the eyes of each of her team, as she seemingly resorted to personal insults straight away.
"I got it...TEAM COW TITS!...No..wait...TEAM NUTJOB..OH MY GOD...TEAM SHADOW FREAK!!! TEAM BLUE BITCH? ARGHHH I CAN'T DECIDE!" Pointing through the team as she seemingly continued on wards, her insults only broken by moments of laughter, an already infuriated Honoka would find herself held yet again by either arm.
"Don't listen to her Honoka, she'll get hers!" Muttered Aoi, rubbing her arm against the pinkettes side as she tried to tease a smile, making sure as to not let her teammate run forward for an attack.
"The shadow realm empowers us friends! It will not let us falter!...Save for her..." Holding her other side in similar fashion, GASTER would shoot a small scowl at the leader of the team, as she too held on to Honoka for dear life. The pink haired figure herself had no words for the moment, save for fierce exhales from her nostrils, and eyes that could have struck someone down with the glare alone. To the back of the three, laid a somewhat skulking, maniacal figure. Unknown item to hand, Miu kept silent for the moment, crouching as she followed her team. Her eyes curiously to one of them.
With the team of five all coming into the ring in the order they descended the ramp, it would be Melody who took to the ropes, seemingly sharing further team suggestions with the crowd, as the four behind her took position in the centre. With little to do than wait for the opposition to arrive, silence would befall the group. At least, for a moment.
"Psst..."
A fleeting whisper, that caught no attention, bar perhaps Aoi, who quickly glanced past it.
"PSSST!"
A louder snigger of noise would this time catch the attention of both Aoi and Gaster, as the latter turned her attention to its source. Said source being an already bent over Miu, equipped with a wide eyed smile that made her appear somewhat oddly more disturbing. In her hand, the object the figure carried became clear, as Miu opened her palm to reveal a bold black marker. Her attention clearly on a very perplexed phantom lord, the manic lightweight nudged her frame a touch closer, eyes still staying as wide as could be.
"Do it..."
"Do..do what?" Concern on her face as her frame turned to meet the whispering lightweight, Gaster would now adopt a face of utter concern, given Miu appeared to be the sort as dangerous to her own team as she was to the enemy.
"Sign it."
"Sign what?"
"MY OUTFIT..." Straightening up, Miu practically thrust the pen into Gaster's hand, as her volume reached a level that nigh all in the ring could hear. Free hand raised, she'd point to a spot just below her left shoulder, seemingly prior selected for said signing. "...Please."
Shuddering back and forth, Gaster's eyes met those of both Honoka and Aoi's, as utter confusion set in. Melody too would have been in the fray, had her attention not been to the crowd. Mutters of insults to both her own team and to the yet-to-enter opposition where still beckoning out from the small rockers lips. With the concern of what Miu would do were she to deny her, Gaster stepped forward, sharing nervous glances with those to her side, as she began spelling out the word 'GASTER' upon Miu's attire. The moment she did, Miu practically shrieked, in utmost approval.
"YES! PERFECT!" Grabbing the pen from Gaster's fingers and tossing it out into the crowd nonchalantly, Miu raised her hands, apparently in early celebration. Turning to the crowd, her words, despite being of a vulgar nature, seemingly carried the sentiment of a team more than likely to fight one another than they were their opponents. But they could not delay any longer. The time was nigh for said opponents to arrive, and utter carnage to begin.
"NOW...LET'S KICK THE HEADS OFF SOME BITCHES!"