The Carnival Girls (Satsuki Bino and Shaina Nakoto) vs The British Bunnies (Chelsea and Molly Forster) II - Tornado Tag

[CaptainL]

Molly, still winded from the splash that had connected with her, let alone the beatdown she had received from a far more capable Shaina than she had bargained she'd be dealing with that had preceded it, wasn't doing much to recover. She lay out flat, her arms spread wide at her sides and her vision fuzzy as she stared into space. That was, until Shaina's knee came crashing down into her, and she let out a scream, bucking up from the canvas off of the momentum before she slumped back down. That would be the perfect time for Shaina to cover her with the pin, and an opportunity the girl in green didn't hesitate to pass up.

Chelsea, of course, saw all of this, as she came back into the ring with a still-dazed referee at her side and Satsuki beneath her. She clenched her teeth, knowing she'd have to act fast. But the ref was right here. There would be no question she'd see this. The only concern she had was if Satsuki would stay down long enough, but she was already pretty sure of that at this point. Still, for good measure, she reached in and gave the ref a firm slap to wake her up further. "Wake up, ye sorry tosser!"

Pinning Satsuki down, she glanced over her shoulder, checking on the status of Molly and Shaina every once in a while. Her sister was definitely in a dangerous situation, but if the ref could just see her first, then maybe...

She looked back at the ref, who began to blink awake. This just made Chelsea's eyes widen, and her smile grow with anticipation. Hearing Shaina's words of encouragement, however, Chelsea barked back her own commands to the official. "Nah, don' listen to 'er, ye 'alf-wit beaut, like! Start countin' already, I've got 'er pinned!"

At that point the referee sat up, looking at Chelsea. Time seemed to slow down, and her heart beat faster in her chest. She just needed to hear her start counting. That was all she needed...

"DISQUALIFIED!"

Chelsea blinked for a moment. Why wasn't she counting? What had she said? There was something off here, particularly as the bell rang then and there, but she wasn't sure if it was in a good way or not. But Chelsea would soon see the meaning of the ref's call, as she bent down to hold up Satsuki's arm instead!

[FinyBoy]

After hitting her elbow drop, Shaina was in prime position to make the cover. For once in her life, she felt pretty confident about being able to take this one home, relatively anyway. The fact that Chelsea had rigged the ref's position wasn't making it easy for Shaina to stay confident. Still, she screamed out as best she could to get the ref to notice.

Satsuki's head shook back and forth as she struggled to keep herself in the realm of the living, still really unable to move her body because of it. Usually, when she felt someone's weight on top of her, her body instinctively kicked out. However, it wasn't doing it this time, and so there stayed the girl in orange, pinned under the devious blonde.

But as the ref girl woke up and things seemed to be dire for the Carnival Girls, the black and white official waved her hands up and called for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

After seeing the raising of Satsuki's limp hand in victory, Shaina could only watch on in confusion as her team had just randomly won the match. Be that as it may, she got up off of Molly and breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, they won the match... but why did she feel so unsatisfied?

[CaptainL]

Looking up from her back, pinned under Shaina, Molly shook her head as she tried to clear away a haze that enveloped her thoughts. It struck her that she didn't know how much time had passed since she had been hit, or what the count was - or even if the ref was indeed counting them. Seeing as Chelsea had knocked her out, Molly could only assume that by the presence of Shaina atop her she had managed to collect herself.

Molly did recognize one word, however, and it was one that made her stomach drop, her body locking up as she heard it. Disqualified. She didn't know the context, exactly, but she really didn't need to. From what she had seen of either team, she couldn't imagine anything the Carnival Girls did would have gotten them the loss. Though she gulped, hearing the sound of the bell, Molly was quick to jump to her feet as soon as Shaina had gotten off of her, hobbling over to her sister's side.

"Wha's this? Wha's goin' 'ead, like? Molly, ye tell me wha' 'dat bird said, like!" Chelsea asked of Molly as soon as she was in range.

"Erm...we're disqualified, Chelsea," Molly returned. Her voice was timid, not sure how Chelsea was going to take the news. She would have predicted it wouldn't be happily - and she was right, as Chelsea balled her hands into fists, stomping a foot on the floor.

"DISQUALIFIED? 'de 'ell?! Wha' for?"

"M-My sister wants to know why you made that decision," Molly said in translation, bowing apologetically to the referee.

"She blatantly attacked me to take me out of the match," the ref explained. "She thought I wouldn't remember that, evidently, but I can't count a pin for someone who I saw cheat. As such, the win for this match, by default, goes to the Carnival Girls!"

Molly was already relaying this back to Chelsea in English, but the older Forster growled under her breath, turning to storm out of the ring. It seemed she had already had enough.

[FinyBoy]

As the Forster Sisters were busy arguing with the ref, Shaina made her way over to help Satsuki get up and make it to her feet. Amelia, who had been quite at ringside the entire match, also entered the ring to help her fallen comrade. Satsuki began to shake the cobwebs free after her two friends helped her get up and allowed her to get her bearings.

She felt an overwhelming amount of frustration. Even though she was now aware that their team had won the match, she personally felt like she had lost. In truth, she probably would have been pinned right there if it wasn't for the ref calling the DQ. Still, she bit back her anger. She had a tremendous headache, and right now she needed to deal with that.

The other two Carnival Girls were equally quiet, as neither of them were sure what to even make of the situation. Sure, as they listened in on the Japanese parts of the conversation, they could understand the ref's point of view. It was just that, since this was the tie-breaker match, none of the girls were expecting for this to end in such an unsatisfying way. Heck, a double pin from both sides would have been better than this!

Either way, the argument came to a head, ending with Chelsea beginning to storm out of the ring in anger. The three Carnival Girls watched her as she was leaving, and were simply unsure of what was going to happen next.

No one was in the mood for celebrating.

[CaptainL]

The referee attempted to give some congratulations to the winning team, but the Carnival Girls weren't willing to hear it. The crowd was similarly quiet. Up until that point, the arena had been roaring with excitement from the intensity of the match, with none of the four girls involved letting up for a moment from start to finish. Even the British Bunnies had to take some credit for the stunts they pulled off, though their motives damned it all. The fact that this was set to be the blowoff to a feud that had been reaching a fever pitch kept everyone on their seats, to see if the Carnival Girls would pull through in the end. But even if it was finished tonight...it was only on a technicality. The finish hung in the air, satisfying no one.

Not even Chelsea herself - especially not Chelsea herself - was satisfied. As she stormed to the back, leaving the arena in awkward silence, she grumbled to herself, her eyes fixed at the floor all the way to the locker room. Molly followed along at her side, apologizing to the people passing by as Chelsea shoved them aside on her way to the back. "Don't feel bad, Chelsea," she began. "I mean...we can always get 'em next time, right? This just gives us more reason for a rematch, like. And...maybe this time you shouldn't attack the ref?" Molly was trying to dance around the issue of Chelsea being the exact reason they lost the match in the first place, but it was still advice worth taking.

"There shouldn't need 'ta be a next time, Molly. I 'ad 'er, right thuz, like. All I needed was ta 'ave 'dat half-wit wanker count ta three. Like, jus' like 'dat, one two three, we'd 'ave said us part, and they'd bugger off already, like. But nah. 'As 'ta call 'de rulebook on us, like this isn't supposed ta be a brawl or anyth'n. Ye try ya do 'dat on 'de street, wha' do ye think 'appens, like?" Still on her rant, Chelsea kept muttering to herself, growing more and more incoherent on her way to her locker. Molly stood in silence, awkwardly looking on but not wanting to intrude.

Eventually, though, things were quiet enough for her to speak. "But...we're still going to have a rematch?"

"Oh, o'course, like," Chelsea said with a nod. "It's not over until we settle this fe' real."

Winner by Disqualification: the Carnival Girls