Grave Encounters at Pound Town: Grave Consequences (D) vs Monika & Sayori (D)

[Malkavia]

Tornado-Style Tagteam Elimination Match
Contestants do not need to tag in for this match. Instead, all four wrestlers can be simultaneously active.
Wrestlers are eliminated on a pinfall or submission
The last team to be fully eliminated wins

"So you're saying, if we win..."

Sayori sat in the middle of the DDLC clubhouse — AKA Monika's apartment — with her butt on the wooden surface of a chair, her legs curled up against her chest. She held her two index fingers to her lips like a pistol. She stared at Monika. Eyes slits.

"...Then I get to choose our vacation destination..."

"Let me put it this way, Sayori." The club president presided in her own pink, rather plush chair, one leg crossed over the other, with her fingers steepled together in her lap. "If we win, then we can afford to go wherever we want. And. Since you'd be the first member of our team to win her debut..."

"(I mean you guys came real close!)"

Natsuki and Yuri both attended this meeting of the Dokis, even if they weren't the subjects of the match. Natsuki grumbled, while Yuri blushed and looked aside "Damn straight..." said the Pinkette.

"...Yes." Monika rushed to finish, her smile tightening as her eyes bore into Sayori's. "You can choose how we spend that winner's purse."

Slowly, deliberately, Sayori lowered her finger-pistol down to the level of Monika's face. Her smile broadened, and she could feel a giant, sparkling pack of butterflies come loose inside her belly.

—

"DISNEY!!!"

Up! Down! Left! Right! Backstage, Sayori was in BOXER mode. She didn't know much about boxers, but she knew they BOUNCED. And punched! Left, right!

"We're gonna go..." HWAH! KYAH! She smashed the villain's invisible glass jaw with an iiiiiiiincredible uppercut! "To....DISNEY LAND!"

She could do this. She. Could. DO THIS!

But when Sayori's hopping and skipping around got her facing towards Monika, she got a peek of something weird in Monika's face. She was biting her lip and not smiling at all, like she had been up to this point. Her face was almost tight, her lips thin. Embarrassed? Sad?

It didn't last long, whatever it was. As soon as Sayori caught her eye, Monika grinned and flashed her a thumbsup.

"That's right! We're going to Disneyland—right after we take this next set of opponents to uh... to..."

"TO THE POUND!"

"Er—yeah! Yeah to pound town!"

Part of Sayori felt a kind of itch about what Monika was thinking. She'd been the motivation queen back in the clubhouse, but now...

Well, now their entrance theme came to life!

The DDLC Entrance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOLeGHuycEk

—So no time to think! Sayori and Monika charged through the curtain, down the ramp, and to the ring! The whole way, Sayori waved her hands—this part was fun! She loved seeing all the fans crowded up in the seats. Some of them had popcorn, coke, beer. And they were excited—cheering and clapping like kids at a circus!

"WHOOOOOO! GO MONIKA!"

And guess what—TWO of those fans were some of her favorite people in the world! When Sayori hopped into her corner of the ring, she looked right at those two and blew them a pair of kisses each! Natsuki cheered the loudest, but she could see Yuri was cheering in her heart! Very quietly, like how she clapped! Except she paused once to stop clapping so she could cross herself. Poor thing. The crowd must have been getting to her! Yuri always had trouble with crowds.

So there they were, Monika and Sayori, glowing in the light during what Sayori thought was the absolute best part of every match, since it never hurt, and everyone always seemed to have fun. She might have gotten too caught up in the moment, though, since she cupped her hands together and shouted to the crowd "Alriiiiiight! Who's ready to see THOSE GUYS GO TO THE POUND HUH???"

[AngelRosemary]

“…You OK, Ashley?”

“Hm?” Ashley turned away from the door, still bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Never better. Why?”

Andrew furrowed his brow. His fingers brushed the pocket holding his cigarettes and lighter. “Nervous?”

“Nah.”

Andrew huffed a dry laugh. “You’ve never competed in a team sport, never acted in a school play, never even given a speech for an audience, and you’re not apprehensive at all about this?”

“You’ve never done those things either.”

“I got a part in the school play, once.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“It was fairy-tale themed? I was a priest, with a long robe. I tripped on the stairs going up to the stage and sliced my leg open on-"

Ashley started to chuckle. “Ooh, right, I remember that!” She moved to Andrew’s side, looping her arms around his chest and back. “Good times.”

“Yeah, figured you’d remember that part. I could hear you scream-laughing in the choir, ya cheeky brat,” Andrew growled, giving his sister a squeeze that prompted more giggles.

Careful. Someone might walk by, and if rumors can spread through a high school, they sure as shit can spread through a workplace like this.

Suddenly, Andrew was aware of Ashley’s sports bra-clad tits pressing against his shirtless side and chest. He lowered his arms and shifted his feet, but Ashley held fast.

“Huhu~ Don’t worry, I’m not scared, Aandyyy.” Andrew scowled with the mention of the forbidden nickname, but Ashley just smirked back, nuzzling her nose against the underside of his chin. “I know I’ve got my big, strong brother to protect me, and you know that I’ll always be watching your back, so you have nothing to be scared of either.”

Andrew sighed. “That’s exactly what I am scared of.”

Ashley tilted her head back to meet his eye, lips pursed in a pouty frown. “Hey, what’s that supposed to-”

A member of the staff poked their head through the doorway. “You’re on in thirty!”

Andrew jerked himself out of Ashley’s grip. “C-coming, thank you!”

The head disappeared before Andrew finished speaking. He rested a firm hand on Ashley’s shoulder and marched them towards the stage entrance, which seemed to startle her enough to knock out whatever argument was on the tip of her tongue.

Andrew could hear the first notes of their entrance theme playing as they approached the walkway. He caught Ashley by the arm before she could charge out.

“What?”

“Wait for the beat to drop, then go.”

The siblings paused and listened.

Entrance Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIycl1TK8_c

There’s a song that I need you on, like, now?

…

LET’S PARTY!

Andrew squeezed her arm and walked out, focusing on keeping his chin up and his back straight. Ashley walked by his side, looking around the arena with wonder.

“Wow…”

“Mm-hm.”

The audience welcomed them with polite applause. Ashley grinned and waved.

“Are you not going to greet our adoring fans, Andy?”

“Don’t call me that,” he grunted from the side of his mouth. “No, I want to look stoic.”

“You mean, boring and emotionally constipated?”

“Exactly, dear.” He cocked his head towards the stage. “See the brunette with her hair tied back?”

“Yeah?”

“Monika Asano. We’re throwing everything at her first. The other girl will be easier.”

Andrew had tried to put some research into his LAW debut with his sister. The members of the Doki Doki League of Champions did not have a great reputation, to say the least. Fighting two of them was their best bet for getting an early win under their belts.

If these girls beat us, we’re fucked.

But, if they won, this would be a good first strike at digging their way out of poverty. If they managed to pulverize these girls, even better.

Can’t just win, but win brutally. Got to set the foundation early.

Andrew knew that some of the most popular wrestlers got their fame from being absolute fucking assholes, villains that people would pay good money to watch with the hope of catching their downfall. He’d decided early on that this was the strategy that he and Ashley would use in their quest for financial security; the audience was never going to buy that Ashley was a sweet, honorable girl who deserved to win, whether Andrew liked it or not.

“Got it, I’ll break her nose,” Ashley chirped.

At least her persona will come naturally.

Andrew nodded. They were rapidly approaching the ramp that would lead onstage.

How bad is this going to hurt?

He didn’t enjoy thinking of himself as a pussy, but, like most people, he also didn’t like pain. Would it be bad? These were two girls, a little smaller than him. Couldn’t be that bad, right?

Ashley was ascending the ramp. Oh God, he had to step up the pace, walk a little faster so they could arrive side by side.

Shit, I really feel like having a smoke right now…

[Malkavia]

The audience might have been sparse, with fewer than a hundred people in the thin row of bleachers, but the ring announcer still brought all his enthusiasm to announcing the Dokis' opponents. His voice — a male baritone perfect for radio — boomed across the scanty arena.

"At a combined two hundred and fifty pounds, a brother and sister act bring the chill of the morgue to the arena! Andrew...and Ashley Graves! In...THE GRAAAAAVE CONSEQUENCES!!"

"HIIIIIII!"

And there goes Sayori. Monika's smile felt a bit...plaster. Like it was painted on her face, but the paint was drying and chipping. Unlike Sayori, who waved with both arms, hopping up and down, as soon as she saw their opponents.

"HI HI HI! Hey, welcome! And good luck!"

Doesn't her arm get...sore waving like that?

"HEY THOUGH guys, guess WHAT?" Sayori stuck her hands on her hips and adopted...well, Monika could only call the look mischeivous. A sly smile. "Monika says if I kick your butts, I get to go to DISNEYLAND. So. Yeah. Better watch yourself!"

It was actually startling how into it Sayori seemed. Monika had expected her to shrink from the real fight, like Yuri. If anything, Monika found herself swallowing, batting back nervousness as these two twins exchanged glances, then gawkwed at Sayori.

"SAY MONIKA. I forgot to ask. Was that like. Tokyo Disneyland, or like. Somewhere abroad? Like America? Aren't there two Disneylands in America?"

"You know, Sayori, why don't we talk about that after the match?"

Monika could feel the Graves twins' eyes on her. They looked...creepy. Skin that pale wasn't natural, and there was a look behind the girl's face that made Monika clench her fist. Punchable was the word. There was so much laughter in those pink eyes at the other ring corner, and none of it was nice.

DING DING DING!

The bell sounded the start of the match! Monika spread her feet wide and started to hop, with her fists out and—

"WAIT WAIT WAIT!" Sayori lifted both her hands in...an x. The universal foul on the field sign when it came from the referee. Monika's eyes darted to her. What was she—

Sayori was already rushing to the center of the ring, her hand outstretched. "Before we start, we gotta handshake guys! All of four of us. Let's put her here!"

"Sayo!" Monika hissed. Which proved to be a mistake, since it meant Sayori whipped around to face her, twisting her neck around so her shoulders were to the Graves twins despite the hand oustretched towards them.

"Yeah? What's wrong Moni?"

[AngelRosemary]

…Welp. So, apparently, Andrew had signed them up to fight the most annoying girl on the planet. Did she have brain damage? This young, so early in her career? Andrew felt his stomach drop. Was this really going to be that dangerous? Was this the fate that awaited him and Ashley?

…No, come on, surely that would’ve come up in his research on their opponents. It must be an act. Something like a rodeo clown, acting goofy and obnoxious on purpose. That was… good, right? They were supposed to be beating her up, so this was good.

The girl, Sayori, started to gloat about going to Disneyland. Andrew bit the inside of his lower lip to suppress a sneer. He glanced at Ashley, who mouthed a distinctly articulated, What the fuck?

Rich bitch, Andrew mouthed back. Ashley didn’t bother hiding a cruel smirk and catty snort. Maybe he shouldn’t either, he reflected. It just felt awkward, letting all of his rudest, worst impulses out into the limelight. Something he would have to work on. Maybe Ashley would help him practice his evil cackle.

Monika spoke, clear and proper. Bitchy in an entirely different way. Andrew didn’t like the way she appeared to look down her nose at the two of them.

If we can pull this off, this might actually be fun.

The starting bell rang, and Andrew’s heart lurched in his chest. This was it, he couldn’t hesitate, he-

Sayori immediately paused the match. Fuck, what now?!

The clown put her hand out to shake, for a good, clean, family-friendly match. She finished setting up the bit by turning her head back. Andrew almost rolled his eyes. This really was just a big circus show, huh?

“Sure!” Andrew played along, flashing Ashley a saccharine smile. Her eyes lit up with delight. At least she wasn’t put off by the cheesiness of the whole thing. “Put her there!”

He clasped his right hand in Sayori’s, gripped her arm with his left, and swung her around as hard as he could with the limited momentum. Ashley was waiting with a raised fist to slam under Sayori’s chin. He let go, sending Sayori stumbling across the arena.

“I’ll send ya to Disneyland for free, cunt!” Ashley launched herself at Sayori, pummeling the back of her lowered head with a few vicious blows.

Aaand they were already off track. What else could he expect from Ashley? Andrew called, “The other one first, dumbass!”

Monika was already rushing towards them. So much for getting the jump on her. Andrew widened his stance, waiting to see if Monika would try to bowl him over, or if he would need to assist Ashley.

[Malkavia]

"WhoooooOOOOOAA—whoof!"

Gosh darn it Sayori. Monika felt her insides turn to lead as she saw Sayori swiiiiing around and crack her jaw into Ashley's fist.

Time to move Monika.

Yes. It was time for the Doki's esteemed leader to make a move. To execute one of the maneuvers she and Yuri had so meticulously white-boarded.

Except...

"Owie zowie..."

Yes, precisely. Owie zowie. Sayori stumbled, spinning on uneven baby-deer legs.

...What was the plan here? Many options danced and galloped through Monika's head! Plans Sayori would never know how to follow! Plans that risked Monika taking a big iron fist in her snout, which would sting and...

"Ow—Hey! HEY! OWWWW!"

Ashley was already bearing down on Sayori with one fist after another, dropped like a series of hammer pops on the head of a squawking bird. OW! Pop. ARGH! Pop. GYAH! Pop-pop-pop, while Sayori ran away with her hands over her head.

Just—I don't know, charge I guess! Monika finally found her feet. Her eyes darted to the first available opponent she could find. The bare-chested, pale as sunscreen goth boy. The leader. Take out the head and they'll fall apart, right?

She bounded across the ring, arm out to hit Andrew about the neck with a clothesline. Part of her wanted to shout—AAAAAARGH!

And she did!

Except when she did it outloud, even with her arm stretched out and pushing with all the energy she could muster through her mat-pounding legs, her voice sounded a lot smaller.

"Aaaaaargh...!"

[AngelRosemary]

This girl started anime-screaming and Naruto-running towards them. Good Lord.

Now, what should-

Ggkh!

Monika’s forearm smashed into Andrew’s windpipe, pushing dull, rough hurt into his throat. He staggered back and to the side, his hand flying to his neck.

Shit, that was fast.

His cherry was officially popped; he’d gotten his first taste of semi-professional pain. How was it?

…Good. I’m fine. Ashley’s rough-housed me harder as a toddler.

Great. Now that that was out of the way, Andrew should try to start actually doing his fucking job.

Ashley left Sayori crumpled on the mat to bear down on Monika’s ass. She did a flighty little skip and kick to the back of Monika’s knee to buckle her leg, then shoved her in the back to make her stumble.

“No one hits him but me!”

She kicked out once more, appearing to aim for Monika’s side.

Andrew started to move in, looking for an opening to get his arm around Monika’s neck.

[Malkavia]

She hit him! Good—now she just had to do that maybe twenty more times, and he'd stay down. The lariat hadn't knocked him down, though. Hm. She'd have to work on her technique.

For now, though, Monika lowered her stance and fixed her eyes on Andrew. That was one point fighters always brought up in training videos—never let your opponent out of your sight!

...which was all well and good until his partner flew up behind Monika and kicked her knee out from under her.

"Ach—!"

OK Monika, don't panic, just spin to meet her and—

Except by then her hands were in the small of Monika's back, pushing her forward, and then she lost her balance, and the mat flew up towards her face and —

Smack. Floor to nose.

"OW!"

On her side, she clutched her nose. Bleeding? No, she wasn't bleeding. It throbbed, though, and her eyes watered.

Then Leyley started kicking her.

PAP!

Right in the ribs. Monika gasped.

(No one hits him but me!)

Clingy about your partner are you?

She started trying to stand.

PAP! PAP!

...How in God's good earth did someone as small as this bitch kick with so much thrust?! Monika's side felt pock-marked, like each blow from this...this girl's foot was leaving a dent in Monika. She growled pushed herself heavily to her feet, rounding on Ashley.

Remember, Monika. The battle is largely psychological! You have to get into her head!

As the crowd rumbled in the distance, Monika's eyes fixed on Ashley. She got ready to charge, but first she called out: "You better believe I'm gonna...gonna keep kicking your boyfriend!"

...OK. Well. It was something. Whatever. Monika launched herself at Leyley—only for an arm to hook around her throat and pull her back.

"BLECK—!"

[AngelRosemary]

He shouldn’t have had the presence of mind to feel flustered, with this girl digging her fingers into the meat of his arm around her throat, bucking and thrashing and squirming in his grip with all her might. Still, even as he focused on looping his other arm around hers and pulling back, he could feel heat creeping over his cheeks.

“We’re not dating!” Andrew hissed through gritted teeth. “We’re-”

“Oh no you won’t!” Ashley shrilled back, squaring up nose to nose with Monika. “He’s fucking mine bitch, get that through your airhead! Mine.”

Uuugh, she’s not helping.

“Ashley, I don’t-”

Ashley reared back and thrust a shattering blow into Monika’s chin - knocking her head straight back into Andrew’s mouth. He gasped out an unflattering, squeaky “Ow!”

“What?!”

“You almost took one of my fucking teeth out, ya stupid cunt!”

Ashley’s eyes narrowed, her lip curled in disgust. “Don’t be such a whiny little bitch, Andy.”

“Don’t be such a damn idiot.”

She’s gonna do me in with friendly fire for at least one of these matches, I swear to Christ.

“You’re an idiot!”

Andrew tightened his grip on Monika, annoyance with his sister driving his strength to new heights. “Just… I didn’t think I needed to tell you this, but don’t hit people into me. OK?!”

Ashley scowled up at him, her wrinkled nose and bared teeth making her look even more snotty and bratty than usual. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she swung her right fist into the side of Monika’s head with an audible thock! Andrew bent his knee and held steady through the impact.

“Is this-”

This time, her left arm swung in.

Thock!

“-more-”

Thock!

“-to-”

Thock!

“-your-”

Thock!

“-liking?”

Thock!

“Dearest brother?”

Her defiant expression contradicted her saccharine tone. Andrew glared coolly back at her.

“Much better.”

[Malkavia]

Moments earlier, Sayori had met a violent slam against the mat. She had been so focused on all the pops against her head that she hadn't been ready when the BOP became a grab. She yanked Sayori backwards, which made her stumble, her belly doing loop-de-loops as she felt herself tugged off-balance.

Then Ashley jumped, landed on her rump, and all that weight tore Sayori down. CRACK! So her head hit the mat between Ashley's legs.

She lay there on the mat near the corner, her eyes doing woozy turns and swings, her head throbbing....Aaaaand even after she collected all her senses back together and remembered which way was up, she kept on laying there. 'Cause Ashley had left her alone this whole and Sayori thought maybe she should keep it that way.

The roof of the arena was a huge grid of steel lattice work, so intricate it made Sayori's head spin! The lights filled the lattices like peas in a pod, or honey in honeycomb. They were so bright they made her eyes tear up if she stared at them too long.

"GRK—"

...OK. That was Monika, and from the sound of the...

THOCK!!

...Yeah, it wasn't going well. Sayori took a deep breath and sighed, before rolling up to her feet.


THOCK!

Geez. Monika's face was covered in bruises, and she was hanging from Andrew's arms more than she was holding herself up. A little worm of guilt curled up in Sayori's chest—but now was not the time to dwell on it!

Now was the time to do something!

Like—charge!

And...And...

—Well she hadn't gotten as far as the next move by the time Ashley was in front of her, so oh well! She did what came to mind at the time, which was to leap straight in to that nasty, bullying, mean little scrangly...GIRL and wrap her legs around her waist and start beating down on HER head with a rain of POP POP POPPING fists!

"YOU STOP POPPING MONIKA RIGHT NOW, YOU...MISS!"

So there she was! Swinging on Ashley's back like a monkey! And she wasn't the only one making moves either, because Andrew looked like he had gone kind of loose staring at Sayori, and Monika was angling her chin around like she wanted to bite his stupid pale choking hand!

[AngelRosemary]

With his glare fixed on Ashley’s gaze, Andrew had failed to notice the circus-clown-turned-circus-monkey’s approach. Ashley’s face contorted with rage as the first blow struck the top of her head. Her voice came out in a strangled, stilted snarl.

“Gkhh! Fuckin’ bitch!”

She shoved her hands back against Sayori’s waist, twisting and stumbling like a dog chasing its tail. Before Andrew could call a command, Ashley tucked her elbow back and threw herself down, crushing what little weight she had into Sayori. At the same time, burning pain pulsed into Andrew’s hand.

“Mmh, fuck…”

That hurt, made his stomach do a small flip, but not enough to make him loosen his hold. Quite the contrary, he flexed his arms tighter as he braced through the pain.

Without thinking, he did what he would’ve done when little Leyley was in the biting stage of her development: bite back. His teeth snapped tightly over the soft cartilage of Monika’s ear. He pulled everything tight, wrenching her arm back, crushing his arm against her windpipe, determined to see this bitch through to the end.

All the while, he kept his eyes trained on Ashley, a mess of writhing limbs and screeching on the mat.