Tension Elimination Chamber Match

So much time had been put into her hair going into this match, hard work from her friend being wasted as Dasher curled his thick fingers through it making handholds where he pleased. Lean was peeled off the chamber wall, stumbling like a drunkard being ousted after closing time, practically dragged away by the larger man.

Her hands weakly sought out his wrists, trying to hold on and hoist herself up to release some of the tension caused by her bumbling footsteps of legs that refused to keep up as she was whirled about into a new position.

She bobbed against the ropes as her weight leaned against them, taking a moment to shake her head yet again as things we're finally starting to come back into focus. She seemed vaguely aware her hands were being guided or why until the two wrestlers were squaring down. Dasher's meaty jab snapped her head backwards, bending the ropes with the whiplash before standing her upright again into a hard left that sent her spinning, rolling vertically up against the ropes until she managed to catch herself just barely on the top one, holding tight with both arms draped over top of it.
Leah's head lulled forward as she coughed, wincing as she looked up at Dasher going through his act. She looked worn, but far from surrender. Her arms shook the ropes as she struggled to right herself in defiance towards the beating she was receiving. This was her chance… he was giving her a free punch right to his kisser.

She pushed off the ropes, stumbling to the side before stopping in a jerky motion, legs locked in an inward bend at the knees. She huffed, staring at his presented chin, biting her lip. She swallowed hard, balling her fingers into a tight fist as she drew her arm back, shaking as she readied her next punch hoping it would be enough...

Leah was a gentle soul. While she had found herself in a career that often times entailed violence, she never really had malice in her heart. She loved wrestling. Watching it, acting it out, then actually living out a dream of becoming a professional wrestler.

There had been some bumps along the way to here, chief among them had been Levi. The only other person she had faced who made her question the lengths she might go to beat someone in the ring. However great a threat he had claimed to be though, Dasher was seven times the man Levi had been… mostly because she was fairly sure Dasher could eat seven people roughly the size of Levi.

Staring at his grinning mug, tapping his chin at her mockingly… she wanted to hit him so hard, to wipe that look off his face and make him think twice about being such a big… butthead. Her body trembled at the slightest movement to retaliate though, having had no time to recover from several consecutive blows to her cranium.

She and to stand, had to fight. She couldn't let this opportunity pass her by. This match was her rise to the top, at the end was a title match with Tension's champion. There was to much on the line to fall short now. Slowly her arm pulled back, eyes narrowing… her tongue poking out of the corner of her lips as she focused.

She threw a punch will all her might, eyes clamped shut as she left the ropes. She felt… nothing? Stumbling forward her eyes opened to see a whirling Dasher topple past her into the ring, leaning her hunched forward with buckled knees, barely standing. She blinked in confusion, eyes slowly looking down to her fist. “Whoa…”

Rather than turning right away, she took a few careful steps towards a nearby open pod, resting a palm to the structure for support while she about faced. She caught sight of Felina, head cocked to the side as a big dumb grin overtook her face. “Hey! Sorry I came in later than expected… you've been doing real good though.”

It seemed Felina wasn't much better off than her right now, which was understandable. Her friend had been in since the start of all this… which was far more impressive than the crowd was really giving her credit for. Didn't they understand how cool the brunette was? Leah sure did. Slipping away from the pod she had leaned against her unstable steps took her back towards the ring with intention on making a bit more small talk with her buddy.

Her weight leaned against the ropes as Felina shouted something at her. Brain foggy trying to make sense of what it was… had she just Spanished at her or something? What was a pintime? The befuddlement showed on her face as she stared blankly onward with the smile of someone pretending to understand out of embarrassment or obligation.

The gears churned in her mind, crushing built up cobwebs to dust as she witnessed Felina dive onto Dasher and pull up one of his meaty thighs. The blond had a sudden epiphany, one likely known to anyone else in the arena, that her friend wanted them to both pin the hulking hazardous haircut.

Hastily she ducked under the ropes, slipping into the ring. She was delayed as he foot caught the bottommost cable nearly sending he face first to the mat. Her palms touched first, saving her from the fall as she scrambled over to the scene on all fours before sloppily dogpiling onto Dasher with all the grace of a walrus. Her spindly arms reached out to capture the man's other leg, visibly struggling to heft it up in the proper position to make kicking out difficult.

She had to roll her back up against Dasher's wide frame, both arms looked around one meaty thigh just to hold it up. The jury was still out on if Leah fully understood was was going on given the way her head sleepily bobbed as if still in a daze. It was understandable. She had never really been hit that hard before, not by someone throwing strikes. Even spare with Edgar, he tended to spare her pretty features from the devastation of his fists… though that might have just been brotherly instinct to hide his handiwork from Mom and Dad from back when they were kids and would roughhouse all the time.

Oh man… returning home after this would be really awkward if she managed to pin her brother's hero.

The second Dasher kicked out her death grip on his leg had her snapped to the side, rolling down the length of his leg like a beyblade someone just yanked the rip cord out of. The blond came to a dizzied halt just at his boots trying to get to her hands and knees. The ring was spinning… she gave he had a small shake, rattling the small ornamentation her friend had woven into side braid.

When she looked up she could see Felina already hard at work trying to continue the assault on the musclebound monster. On wobbly legs she started to rise back up, delayed in joining her friend at the moment.