Elimination Chamber: Neske Alapo Vs. Gabbie Desjardin Vs. Etzlicoatl Vs. Serina Kashibara Vs. Akiha Kosha Vs. Belinda Northman

Oh, right. Shit. Neske let go without a fight, and backed off when pushed. The reminder was a bother to her on a couple of levels: first, she really just wanted that to be it, to end everything off on that high note. After that, though, she didn't really want to hurt, or be hurt by Belinda. Especially now, when she turned down the opportunity to take that hug and get a free, match-ending shot, Neske couldn't help but feel a bit of comraderie for this girl. Given that fact, she turned down the opportunity to make the first move, raising her arms to her face and waiting to see what Belinda would try.

Belinda would nod towards Neske as she eyed the redhead, the nod she gave was a friendly one as she was rather happy that Neske wasn't going to take a cheap shot of any kind or even the first move after Belinda had given it up because of her own friendly and lawful nature.

The Swede would narrow her eyes, she didn't think she had enough strength in her to do a whole lot, but she figured she'd gather it all up into one big move to end it all! The Swede would wait to see if Neske was ready and when the redhead was....Belinda would dart in with all the strength and speed she had left.

One final move to end it all. Belinda rushed in looking to send a quick front kick to Neske's lower abs to try and stun and get Neske to double over before trying to grab Neske's head and pull her opponent down. Looking to force that head in between her legs, those sweaty and warm thighs. All before she'd try and lift and roll Neske up onto her shoulders and set the final roadblock in this match up for a game ending powerbomb!

"GLUEHK-" the kick to Neske's tummy felt like a hammer slamming into her with her exhaustion, and easily left her bent forward enough to have her head squashed by the swede's supple, sweat-slicked thighs. She flipped seemingly through the air and when she finally had proper awareness of her surroundings, she was seated upon Belinda's shoulders, ready to eat the mat like her last multi girl match ended. This was it, the big, painful extravagant finale everyone was cheering for. She had a good run, but Neske was as good as done now. The blaring lights refracted through thick globs of sweat, blinding her, and the roar of the crowd was so loud it was deafening. Her head seemed to throb with every beat of her heart, and her body barely responded to her commands. All there was left was to sit back and eat canvas, one last time…

No. No, fuck that. She didn't come this far to just take it lying down. With a roar of rushing adrenaline, Neske threw a pair of punches and an elbow into the top of her Swedish opponent's skull. She clamped her legs around Belinda's head, and fell back, using her momentum and the very last of what she had left to pull with her core, bringing them both down in a hurricana!

Belinda winced as the act of pulling Neske up with her hurting body wasn't exactly a comfortable feeling. Her body was protesting as she held Neske up into the air, she was slow to act as she simple stood there with Neske for a few seconds, her back locked....

Then finally as she was about to throw Neske forward her brain was knocked for a loop, as punches and elbows rained down upon her skull. " Aghkh!" Belinda winced and whined out loudly from each punch, staggering back a step or two before she finally felt Neske's thighs tightly lock around her head, her balance was cut off as she was practically about to topple over right now....

Neske sought to make that a reality as she pulled Belinda head over heel and drove her down back first into the mat, a nasty hurricanrana that sent a resounding thud through the arena." Auughh!" Belinda howled out in pain as her body struck the mat with Neske seated practically on her chest. Belinda's arms and legs were eagle spread and the ref-girl quickly slid in for that pin count!

Neske was in shock. Her move actually worked, she had taken the pin and put one over on Belinda! The energy invested into a move she had hardly seen before turned out to be well spent, and fortunately so: she was totally spent. Her back locked into an upright position, but her body was not going anywhere. If Belinda had the strength to turn this around, Neske was done for, there wasn't an ounce of energy she could spend to resist.

The ref's hand came down to begin the count. "ONE!"

The Swede was down with the weight of Neske pushing down on her chest and making it hard to breath, she rasped out panting groans and moans as the ref-girl slid in next to the two.

The Sight of the redhead on top of her looking tired and hurt....the desire to knock Neske off of her and try to reverse the situation was real. Yet it was a fleeting dream more so than a goal that could be realized. As she tried to move her limbs and found them unresponsive...or rather responsive but so heavy that she could barley even budge them. 

"Two..!!" 

The Count came...the crowd nearly dead silent in anticipation...would this be the end ? Would Neske win?....they didn't have to wait long.

" Three....!!!!" The ref shouted out as she brought her hand down for that three count, Belinda looking up and Neske, the Chamber and the arena lights through it, the only thing shielding her eyes from getting hurt by those bright lights was the shadow created by Neske's head....she groaned out and let out a disappointed sigh...anymore would have required too much effort for the Swede to do.

…What.

Every moment of Neske's life that led up to this point had been littered with shattered dreams and unreachable goals. Everything she fought for, that she struggled for, had been taken just beyond her grasp, or so malformed that it was a shadow of what she wanted. Every time she fought for something, she knew she would be disappointed.

But not this time.

Neske went in with the expectation that she'd get chewed up and spit out, but still she soldiered on. And for the first time in her life, it paid off. The roar of the crowd, the surge of adrenaline, the inexplicable sense of accomplishment. Neske was almost embarrassed to admit it, but this whole wrestling thing, fighting to win… it felt good when it worked. There were only a few nights of her life that felt this good, and those she mostly saw coming. It had been a rough night, for sure. She had been kicked through plexiglass, double teamed, and generally beaten to shit, but here she was. All that pain, all the blood, sweat, and tears… they really felt like they had all paid off in this moment.

Her arm was raised by the referee, and at first she sat there with one arm up and an exhausted smile plastered across her face, before taking it as a cue to stand. With considerable effort, she got her legs to move beneath her, and push up to her-

BAM! Too weak to stand on her own, Neske instead fell in a forward arc, landing face first in the mat. It hurt, but she hardly seemed to notice, keeping her goofy smile in place even in spite of a bloody nose. The referee helped her stand with a shoulder to lean on the second time, and she took a moment to smile and wave to everyone in the audience. This was Neske Aalpo's first real victory in a while, and when she finally passed out moments later, it was with a smile on her face.

Winner: Neske Aalpo