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

[Malkavia]

Actually, Sayori was surprised this Leyley girl could hold her weight! It was impressive! She had a tiny body, almost as tiny as Natsuki's—though. Well there were a few differences, like the boobs, for instance. But still, she had this that kind of hopefully-not-actually malnourished thing going on.

—Don't get distracted Sayori!! Monika was always criticizing Sayori for getting distracted. At least this job wasn't hard. She just had to SMACK SMACK SMACK—

And then the ground went sideways. "WHOAA—!"

It came up at her—fast! She barely hard time to think. Oh no oh no oh no it's gonna hurrrrrrt...!!

Poof.

Sayori blinked. Her back was on the ground, sure enough, but where was the big POOMPF of pain? Actually, it was just kind of like falling back onto a trampoline or bed. Sayori glanced down at Leyley, who was on her back, jerking around between Sayori's legs. She was screaming and gnashing her teeth and...Being kinda cute actually. Oh yeah, right. Tiny.

It got Sayori kind of lost in thought, but luckily Yuri was close enough to yell. "Erm, Sayori—I, uhm, might suggest attempting to take the...um. T-top position I suppose it's called!?"

Oh, right! It was SPINNING time! Sayori did a spin, a roll, without even realizing that if it worked and she spun around and rolled herself over on top of Leyley, something horrible would happen! She'd end up planting her butt in Leyley's face!

--

Monika bit down hard. Yeah, it was mean. Not a real crowdpleaser of a move, but come on. What other option did she have? And if watching tape had taught her anything, biting out of a choke worked.

Except—not this time. This time, Andrew took a chunk of her ear.

"OW!"

She jerked away from the red burst of HOT on the shell of her ear—dumb. That just hooked her throat against the triangle choke he had locked around her esophagus. Dumb dumb dumb.

The whole crowd of several hundred people — and don't forget about the cameras, Monika! — was watching the Club President be dumb. And while that sank in, she let her jaw go slack, so Andrew's hand popped out of her mouth, and he lifted her and dug his arm so hard against her throat that the burst of blood into her brain made her see black spots. She gagged in a sound that kind of made her think of a drowned cat.

Her boots lifted so only her toes grazed the mat. And now that that shock in her ear was subsiding and she felt something else—his breath down her neck. The wet down her ear. It made her shiver, and she couldn't help but picture him. Bending her backwards—smirking, with his bare chest pressed to her back. She bit her lip! Hissed in a breath! Found her strength!

Alright then, I'll just—!

Bite him again? No-go. He was out of range. Punch him? She smacked at his arm. Didn't do much.

She just...squirmed. As her mouth got drier and the picture of her friends watching made her feel a rising, focus-dissolving panic.

"MONIKA!! JUST KICK 'EM IN THE NUTS ALREADY"

...OK!

She pushed all the power she could into lifting a leg! The leg barely touching the ground—with no leverage! Her heel...grazed his knee.

Crrrrrap.

[AngelRosemary]

The smallest nip, and this girl fluttered around like a frightened goose, with squeaks and ragged, hissing breaths.

Pathetic. I can choke Ashley out, and she’ll still bare her teeth and grin like she’s invincible.

Ah, but maybe now was not the time to be praising Ashley’s indomitable spirit. The clown had her legs locked neatly around Ashley’s waist while she pushed and squirmed and growl-screeched.

What the fuck. Is the clown secretly their ace in the hole? I’m starting to wonder if it isn’t Asano.

Kick ‘em in the nuts! Andrew heard vaguely from the stands. Monika lifted her leg and pawed at his knee, a fussy cow that didn’t want its hoof trimmed.

Would it work if I kept her like this for the whole match? She passes out in my arms, I lay her down on the mat, walk out of the ring with a cigarette in my mouth and an indifferent gesture over my shoulder?

“GrRr-AaAnDy-!”

Ashley’s screaming was muffled by a mouthful of ass.

Nope. Won’t be pulling off a stunt quite so romantic today. Probably never will. Ashley is always here to keep me grounded in shitty reality.

Andrew jerked one arm up into Monika’s throat while the other slithered out of the hold. He grabbed a fistful of Monika’s ponytail

God, why does this little thing always feel so hot?

and reared back, pulling Monika’s head back with him. Before she could regain her balance, he borrowed a page from Ashley’s book, struck out hard against the back of Monika’s knee, buckled her leg, and lunged forward, jumping up and slamming down to force Monika’s head to the floor.

He struck out towards Ashley without looking back. The clown babbled silly gibberish and squirmed on top of her face.

My, but I’d rather be eating a girl’s ass right now.

…Probably not Sayori’s, though.

…Or Monika’s, for that matter.

Although the ponytail would help

[Malkavia]

BUMPF.

That was the noise Sayori's butt made when it BLUMPF'd on Ashley's face.

"Uh-uh!!" Panicky breaths fluttered in and out of Sayori. In out, in out! "Are you OK—?"

Then Leyley started squirming and kicking and HOLLERING and—OK yeah. Phew! She was fine. So what now?

Somewhere in the deep cloudy thought-bubble that was Sayori's mind, she found an image of something kind of like this scene. The BLUE stick figure sits on the PINK stick figure. And what is the BLUE guy supposed to do?

...Sayori started raining down punches on Leyley's head. Well, kind of punches and also kind of slaps. SLAP SLAP SLAP! Kind of like that one scene from the Pokemon movie with Pikachu, except HARDER but also less mean because she didn't want to mess Leyley too badly. She just needed her to give up!

"GIVE UP GIVE UP GIVE UP!!"

Slap-slap-slap!!

GAAAAAASP for air so it fills her up all the way down to her shoes.

SLAP PUNCH SLAP!! Mostly in her face since that's what was there but also a bit on her shoulders so it doesn't sting too much in one place

"GIIIIIIIVE UP GIVE UP GIVE UP! AAAAH—Oh hi Andrew."

He was standing, looking NOT TOO AMUSED, just behind her. Where'd he come from?

That's when Sayori saw Monika's unmoving Family Guy pile of a body twitching behind Andrew.

"Oh..."

She stopped slapping Leyley. It was a slow run-down though since she was distracted—kind of just a deceleration. Like a windmill slowing down when the wind stops.

"Oh NO MONIK—"

[AngelRosemary]

Andrew picked his foot up and swung it out with the disdain of someone swatting away a begging dog. He tapped her chest.

Ugh, that was a pussy kick, do something else.

While she was startled, he lunged down to drive his fist into the side of her head. Combined with Ashley’s furious bucking, the clown finally rolled off. He reached down, grabbed her by the upper arm, and hoisted her up into his grasp.

“Oh my God…” He huffed, giving Ashley a contemptuous smirk while he locked his arm around clown-girl’s throat.

“What?!” Ashley picked herself up, fingers flying to touch the forming bruises on her face and shoulders. “Are you actually about to get an attitude with me?! You just left me there forever!”

“She doesn’t even weigh that much. You really couldn’t get her off on your own?” His eyes scanned the crowd, until they landed on a spectator with flowing violet hair. “That cow in purple is going to crush you to dust if you can’t even handle this.”

Oof, wait, we’re in public, dumbass, don’t let her-

Wait, no, we want to be mean, right? That’s perfect, yes, keep doing that.

“At least I don’t kick like a fucking pussy!”

No, don’t bring up my pussy kick, I need to look tough!

“What the fuck Ashley, it was not-”

“Kyaaah, I’m gonna get you!” Ashley squealed mockingly, fluttering her foot against Monika’s side. “Not too hard though, ‘cause I still want to fuck you later!”

[Malkavia]

There was the mat. True—yes. It was spinning, rapidly, which was...not how the ground was supposed to act. But at least Monika had a sense of the ground again.

Crap crap crap. She had really wanted to avoid headbumps. Now her temples were throbbing, and there was a ringing in her ears.

What the heck was tickling her side?

She tried opening her eyes. At first all she saw was a blur. Blues and whites and greens and pinks and black, all swimming together in the big cloudy aquarium that was the ring. But she still felt something on her side.

So she grabbed it. It was foot-shaped and started yanking and kicking, and that's when Monika's vision went from blurs to two Ashley's looming overhead, spinning, slowly turning into one annoyed pink-eyed black-haired ghoul of a girl.

Monika's face twisted in confusion. She was trying to process what on Earth Ashley had been doing—but no time! Andrew was already lumbering towards her, and this...brat's kicking was getting insistent.

OK—two on one. How do we handle this Moni?

...Inspiration struck.

Monika YANKED on Ashley's leg, then grabbed her shirt or shorts—whatever she could grab—and YANKED, and kept on YANKING until she got to Ashley's neck. And for once she had a plan: A guillotine choke, with Monika on the bottom, Ashley on top, and the brat's throat in a vise! If she could just get Ashley's head under her arm, then she could just. Keep maneuvering so Ashley was between her and Andrew. Then Ashley could be her human shield!

...OK when she said it like that, it sounded a little evil. But this was a desperate situation!

— Meanwhile —

"LET ME GO YURI!!"

"No."

Natsuki writhed in Yuri's lap, much to the distress of their neighbors in the audience...and frankly much to Yuri's chagrin as well.

"I'm gonna frickin' kill them Yuri. You would too if you had any balls!"

Natsuki had very much taken the whole purple cow line to heart. Yuri sighed and tightened her bear-hug-like grip around the smaller girl's torso. Despite the firmness of her grip, Natsuki's kicks still jostle her. She looked to her inside neighbor—A red-headed woman in jeans and a white crop-top—with a blush and a shrug of apology. Then she tapped Natsuki's head with her chin.

"...Shittalk is not an adequate reason to intrude on a match, Natsuki," Yuri intoned with a sigh. She supposed her tone sounded something like a teacher lecturing a small child. Perhaps unstrategic rhetorically. But for goodness sake...

"This temper of yours will be a liability in the context of an actual match, you know. At times, it's going to be necessary for yyyYYOOOUUAAAAAH!"

Later, Yuri would wonder how she had not seen the countermove coming—especially from as ferocious a demon as Natsuki—but at the time the feeling of teeth against her arm was...Wet, then sharp, then white hot pain.

"GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!!"

You would think that as soon as Yuri let go, Natsuki would release. But no. Of course, nothing nearly so logical. She held on like a bulldog. Yuri yanked. She shouted. She rolled. They hit the concrete beneath the audience seats, then into the main aisle. And Natsuki kept biting, and Yuri kept shouting—though not punching, since punching Natsuki felt like a bridge to far. She just wanted her OFF!

"NNNNNNGGGG!!"

...And that's how the two of them wound up rolling down the ramp in a pile towards the ring.