Tension Battle Royale

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Her attempt to lock up was met with a knee to the gut, forcing Reira to bend over, gasping a little. Not to be undone by such a simple attack, the redhead growled and straightened herself, throwing her fist up in an uppercut motion, aiming right for Poison's chin!

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This was all such bullshit. That was really all Kozue could think on the matter. Getting popcorn thrown at her ass, a wedgie, falling out of the ring, getting body slammed by a jackass who wasn't even supposed to be there, and now she had to watch while a hooker and some chick that probably never stepped into the Tension arena before today fought for the #1 contender spot. A little pissy of her? Yes. She'd earned the right after all that crap. Bull. Shit.

At least she got to kick a bitch in the crotch. Not much of a consolation prize, but it would have to do. "Come on, man." She ducked down and tried to help Johnny up. She extended a hand to Bree, too. The catwoman was still bugnuts as all hell, but at least she wasn't on King's side anymore. She meant well, somewhere deep in the Freudian nightmare that was her mind. "Let's get to the back. Health smoothies for everyone, my treat."

Johnny was pretty well laid out. It was hard to even think straight even as Ninjette tried to help him up. He threw an arm around her shoulder and sagged against her, trying to help Bree up as well so the three of them could stumble away. Johnny's head drooped as he walked with his arms around both girls.

"I'm... fuckin sorry dudes..." he said in an utterly defeated tone. "I fucked up bad, let ya both down and junk..." It was all he could say as the three made their way out of the arena.

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Poison smiled as she felt her opponent taking the knee. It was always a pleasure for the pink-haired rogue to hurt someone new. She took a step back and prepared to smack the annoying interloper some more when Their a pushed up and slammed a fist to her chin. Poison's cute head snapped back and she was left starinf at the ring lights above her for a bit as she staggered back stunned, barely managing to keep her balance.

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Reira righted herself after hitting the uppercut, seeing Poison look dazed. Charging forward, Reira swung her arm, knocking Poison down with a hard clothesline to her chest, taking a second to watch the stragglers leave.

"Hmm...Well, now that the big clusterfuck of idiocy is over, what say we get put this to bed, shall we?"

The redhead grinned, reaching down and grabbing Poison by her hair to pull her back to her feet, pointing at the side of the ring she was planning to throw her out of!

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Ro had rolled away, having been tossed aside the ramp when King left. It had been a little while before she got up, the hit on the hard ground (coupled with the bad fall she took when she was eliminated) had dazed her.

Finally, she rolled to her feet and, without much ceremony, hobbled away backstage to exit the stage.

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Poison was shocked after the nasty upper cut and that only got worse when her opponent ran her over with a clothesline. Before Poison had much idea of what was happening she had been taken down hard with a vicious clothesline that crushed her generous breasts against her chest. Poison cursed Reira some as she rolled on the mats coughing and holding her chest, but she wasn't given much time to do so as Reira seemed bent on hurrying things up, picking her up and forcing her to stand.

"Oh no, I don't think so." Poison said, hearing Reira's plans to throw her out, and without any other warning she tried to slam a hard elbow on her opponent's ribs to stop her.

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"UGH!"

Reira groaned out, stopped by Poison's elbow slamming into her ribs, the sharp pain making her gasp and be stopped, bent over, arms going around her stomach on instinct. The blow had stopped her for the moment, though it wouldn't for long, her growl being an indication of that.

"You'll pay for that..."

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"No bitch... it is you who is going to pay!" Poison said, turning around to face Reira. The pink haired rogue was real mad with all of this, she still felt like she had been stolen her victory and had returned to her most basic mindset; she no longer cared about winning, she just wanted to hurt Reira.

Seeing Rears doubled over offered a lot of opportunities, but Poison decided to go for something simple, she stepped to the side and kicked her right leg up, trying to raise it as fast and as high as she could, to then bring it down hard, aiming with her heel for the back of Reira' s head. "Stupid cunt."

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The Axe Kick did its job, dropping Reira onto the mat on her front. Hitting the mat with her breasts and face taking the impact, the red head groaning and rolling around on the mat, both hands rubbing the back of her head.

"Gahh......bitch..."

She groaned, trying to get back over to her front so she could get up. She hadn't waited this long just to lose her chance at glory to some pink haired punk!


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