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

[FinyBoy]

As Dark Shaina continued her taunts, as well as ever-tightening her her sleeper hold on the younger Brit. It was looking to be quite over for the poor girl, and the redhead wanted to make sure that Chelsea saw every excruciating detail. From the moment her sister fell asleep, to the moment she eliminated her, she wanted Chelsea to have a front row seat.

That was the plan, anyway. But sometimes, things don't workout completely to plan, and this case was no different. Earlier than the dark one intended, Chelsea managed to untie her hair and rip Dark Shaina off of her sister. A oversight and an embarrassing blunder on the part of the psychotic redhead. But all it meant was that she wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Dark Shaina rolled back after being ripped away, in an attempt to not be caught by Chelsea, and ended up in a crouching position.

"Alright... I guess that means that I'll destroy you both at the same time!"

Dark Shaina would once again lunge forwards, looking to rake Chelsea's eyes to blind her, and then kick Molly in the side of the head.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea hardly had any time to plan her attack now that she had freed herself from Shaina's tricks. She tossed her head back and forth, loosening up her stiff neck - but Molly was in trouble, and while Chelsea might have been a disreputable heel, she was still an older sister. She charged in towards where Molly was being held, with nothing less than fury for her opponent.

As Molly's breath was being choked off, her voice gave way to coughs, growing increasingly incoherent as her face went red. Her footing began to give out, as she slumped backward, her hands grasping for Shaina's arm to try and pull it away even if only by a few inches. But there was no use, the strength having left her with the air.

Fortunately enough, Chelsea was there - and she was quick to grab for the captive Molly, pulling her away from Shaina. The younger Forster fell against her side, haggardly panting for breath, as Chelsea directed her glare back at Shaina. She might have just gotten out of being trapped, but she was furious! Snorting in fury like an angry bull, her body went tense and she leaned in towards Shaina with a glare, fists balled at her sides. Nobody dared to insult her like this. And no one dared harm her sister on her watch.

"'ow about a piece o' me mind, ye soppee-"

Storming closer, Chelsea loomed over Shaina, ready to beat the girl down into her place - but before she could get in range, Shaina suddenly sprung from the ground, scratching at Chelsea's eyes! The elder Forster's eyesight had already been targeted a fair bit in this match, and now she was left clutching her head as she stumbled backwards with a scream. Unable to protect Molly, she could do nothing as Shaina lashed out with a kick upside her sister's head before she could fully recover, bowling her down onto her side.

[FinyBoy]

It seemed as though Dark Shaina had unleashed a beast of her own in Chelsea as the older Brit flared up with anger. Somehow, despite the alignment of each team, it seemed as though both had switched sides. Chelsea had even begun to rally a bit in her anger, until Dark Shaina shut her down again. It was now very clear that Chelsea did, in fact, care for her sister. It was a fact that the redhead found extremely annoying. But at the same time, this also proved that she could be emotionally manipulated through her sister. A loss in one place meant a win in another.

First things first though. The dark one needed to make these girls hurt a lot more. Grabbing Molly's hair once again, she would drag the younger blonde over to her sister and try to stick a kick into the older blonde's stomach. If that worked, she would grab Chelsea by the hair as well and bring both girls down to the same level. Then, she would attempt to smash their heads together, continuing her grasp on both of their hairs through the entire process.

"You guys are really going to need to put your heads together from now on!"

[CaptainL]

The crowd hardly knew what to make of the scene before them either. The thrill of seeing Shaina finally get her head in the game and making some progress against the threat of the hated British Bunnies was an exciting one at first, but they couldn't anticipate her to be using such underhanded tactics - or such brutality. They had never seen anything like this from her before, and they had no idea what it could mean.

Even the Bunnies were hardly fighting back - and they put up little resistance as Shaina grabbed each of them by the hair with strength despite her size. Molly was still groggily shaking herself and groaning as she tried to recover from the kick to the head, and Chelsea was trying to blink through the pain in her eyes - which meant that neither of them could defend themselves as their heads were hurled into one another with the sound of a clunk, causing the two of them to fall onto their backs in a daze. Their bodies went heavy and collapsed in a heap, utterly unprepared to resist.

[FinyBoy]

With a satisfying clunk, both of the Bunnies' heads collided with one another. It was so thrilling to see such animals be reduced to helpless worms! At least, that was what Dark Shaina was thinking right about now. She had both girls down in a heap, and it was finally time for the finale.

The redhead set both girls face up in the center of the ring. Their heads would be pointing towards one of the neutral corners. The two would be side-by-side, however, a small gap would be made between them. It was big enough to fit a small-size human being in between them, and just the perfect size for a certain Carnival Girl.

Then, Dark Shaina made her way to the corner that Molly and Chelsea's heads were pointing towards. She wasted no time in leaping to the top of the turn buckle and turning to face her downed foes. A devious smile alighted her face once more.

"I hope you are paying attention, you British shits... because this... is the last thing you will ever remember from this match..."

And with that, Dark Shaina jumped off of the turnbuckle. She did a back flip in mid-air as she hurtled towards the blonde sisters. And then, she would stick her elbows out, looking to bring them down on the hearts of her victims. It would be an acrobatic variation of Shaina's finisher, but the dark one had renamed her move to more fit her tastes.

Should the Bunnies not manage to move out of the way or block the move, then they would be hit with Dark Shaina's devastating finisher: The Horror House Crash. It was a double variant, meaning that it would hit both of them at the exact same time. And the redhead would land in the space she made between them; the obstacle who's purpose is to separate them. This was not done on accident. She didn't just want to finish them, she wanted to isolate them. To make them suffer. She was going to tear them apart, symbolically, and make sure they could never challenge her ever again.

[CaptainL]

There were many things keeping the Bunnies from getting back up. The pain was only one of them, albeit perhaps the most obvious. Shaina had revealed now that, even if she may have seemed unassuming, she really did know how to hit hard - and now the Forster sisters were dealing with the consequences. Shaina's blows had softened them up, and with the fatigue of the match catching up to them, both girls were growing too sore to mount an effective offense. But when their heads finally came crashing into on another, it had left them spinning, knocking the consciousness right out of them as they both plummeted like rocks to the canvas.

But there was something else, too. Shaina, in so suddenly taking to the forefront of the action, had the element of surprise on her side. No one, no less the Bunnies, could have expected her to become this much of a threat, and her quickness made sure they didn't have a moment to prepare, or indeed recover, between each of her blows. Still trying to process how the fearful, inept girl Chelsea had so easily crushed so long ago could have become the whirlwind of chaos that faced them now, the two blondes lay on their backs, staring up at the ceiling blankly while Shaina got into position atop the turnbuckle.

Slowly, Chelsea's head rolled on the mat to face them, and her eyes widened in shock. Her legs felt like lead weights, and she couldn't bear to move them even an inch as Shaina's feet left the turnbuckle. Which meant that, as she flipped through the air, the impact was inevitable. The next thing Chelsea and Molly knew, two sharp, pointed elbows met each of their chests. They bucked up from the mat with a yelp, rolling on their sides so that their backs would be turned to one another, with Shaina in the middle. As they clutched at the site of the impact, their knees curling on their abdomens to shield themselves, they became lost in the throes of pain - and, as a result, open to further punishment.

[FinyBoy]

Dark Shaina's elbows perfectly landed their mark. Each one stabbed the heart of the foes that she had now been torturing. Once again, the redhead cackled at her own success. Everything felt so good right now. Normal Shaina could not comprehend the true amount of satisfaction that Dark Shaina felt in ripping apart the hope these two blondes had.

Are you watching this? Are you seeing what we are capable of?

...

This is what I was talking about!

...

This is what we are meant to be!

Under normal circumstances, this would be it. All Dark Shaina would need to do is go for the pin, and this would all be over... But she didn't. Instead, she turned her head to face the older blonde, another dastardly formula bubbling in her head.

"Now then, Chelsea... Let's go back to where we left off..."

Grabbing the girl by the hair once again, she dragged Chelsea over to the ropes. As if the older Brit's head wasn't hurting enough as it was, the redhead would once again tie Chelsea's hair in the ropes. It would be tighter this time around. Still not impossible to escape from, but still more difficult. Once that was done, she would grab Chelsea by the face and force the girl to look at her.

"Listen up, hag! I'm going to obliterate your sister, and you are going to watch. And this time, if you even think about escaping, I'll make sure to cripple your precious kin... for life! Hehe!"

Of course, Chelsea would have no clue what the dark one said, but that hardly mattered at this point. And with that, she left to go take care of Molly. Should the younger blonde still be on the ground, Shaina would roll the girl right back on her back and would clear any limbs that were in the way. Then, she would make her way back to the turnbuckle and get ready to land another Horror House Crash on the already far-gone British Bunny.

[CaptainL]

The fight had already left the Bunnies. They were floored by Shaina's sudden comeback, and if the surprise hadn't slowed their momentum enough, the damaging blows that Shaina proceeded to unleash on them would certainly keep them down. By the time the redhead came crashing down onto the two girls, elbows pointed straight at them like daggers as she descended, the impact would prove more than enough for the Bunnies to handle. Crying out in pain, they rolled over on their sides, heaving and panting as they tried to hold in their breath. If Shaina had gone for the pin here, it would surely be enough.

But, for Shaina, that wasn't enough. Not until she made sure they really paid.

Once again, she took Chelsea by the hair, dragging her to the ropes and tying her in place. It looked much the same as before, but this time, Chelsea was in considerably less of a place to resist. Instead of twisting and bucking as she tried to force her way free, all she could do was limply hang against her opponent, groggy and sore. Even when her hair was tied in place, all Chelsea did was let her shoulders slump down as her head rolled to the side, a hoarse moan leaving her throat. Her eyes were glazed over, but she still stared up as Shaina finished with her handiwork and stepped back.

And that, too, meant that she was forced to behold as Shaina charged for the now-downed Molly. The younger Forster wasn't much better off than her sister, as she panted where she lay, only slightly stirring. Her head was turned away from Shaina, and she couldn't make up the girl running toward her from behind. Which only meant that she was taken aback as Shaina charged for her and brought her elbow down on her hard. Molly let out a scream, the blow causing her to roll onto her back as she was forced to absorb more punishment than she was willing to! And, at the same time, Chelsea too looked up with a gasp, the scream having ripped her back to her senses. She didn't even do anything to react just yet. She was caught off guard, and left paralyzed with fear, knowing that whatever awaited her sister wouldn't be pretty.

[FinyBoy]

As Dark Shaina stood atop the turnbuckle, staring down at her prey below, she couldn't help herself from feeling elated. No, she had been feeling that for quite a while now. Perhaps the normal Shaina would have felt some sort of retribution being served to the dastardly Bunnies. But Dark Shaina was different. She felt no kinship to her broken, so-called "teammates" who lay defeated outside the ring. She had no interest in revenge. All her actions were driven by her own self interests: she just wanted to make other suffer. The Bunnies were just unlucky enough to be the first ones in the way.

And thus, as she once again jumped off the top ropes and flipped through the air, she made that ever-so-devastating point with her elbow. She wanted to go harder, this time. She wanted to run the younger blonde through. She wanted to make those two blonde idiots cry.

And so she crashed down into Molly, elbow, once again, straight into the heart. She hoped, with all of her being, that Chelsea was watching; that Chelsea was aware. She wanted her to watch her sister go down in flames, and be eliminated while she helplessly looked on. The irony alone would tear her apart.

And so, should the move connect, Dark Shaina would roll Molly onto her back and would spread her limbs out.

Nice and slowly. Make her feel helpless.

Then, she would lay her own midsection over the younger blonde's, and awaited the count. There was no leg hook, there was no security. It was a cocky pin in every sense of the word. Her eyes fixed on Chelsea, a grin creeping across her face.

"Count this useless twit out, ref. Make it nice and slow!"

[CaptainL]

The first time that Shaina's elbow had come down hard into Molly's chest, it hurt. She was already fighting a losing battle now that she was faced with the redhead fighting at her full strength, and that had just about done it for her. To be struck again, in the same fashion and in the same spot, was overkill. But it was exactly that that Shaina was going for.

Feeling a surge of pain from the wounded site once again, Molly bucked off the canvas with a scream. She clutched at her chest, the momentum of the impact causing her to roll up into a seated position with her ponytail flying in an arc behind her, before she just as quickly plummeted back down. All she could do was cough and whine, laid out on her back as her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths. As Shaina draped herself over her, Molly barely even registered. She had reached the end of her rope a long time ago.

The referee got into position as Shaina covered her, and sure enough, her hands slapped the mat with each count: "One! Two! THREE!"

Molly Forster has been eliminated.

And then, it was over. Only two women were left in the ring, but only one of them looked to be in any position to do anything about it. Chelsea was still tied by her hair, and, with her sister taken out of the match, she felt the anger rise in her as she began to kick at the ground and buck her hips from side to side. Her hands reached back behind her, clawing at the knot left in her ponytail. Shaina had to pay. She didn't care how much she hurt. She couldn't be that strong!

"Rrgh..!" she growled. "Dun think this is over, ye wanker-!"