[ThePurpleVixen]

Gods bless Gemma Rox.  The very earth itself could be splitting apart on the day of judgment, and she'd still find a way to uppercut someone in the goody basket.

Hissing through her teeth in pain, the green-haired succubus knee-walks to the corner while Emily crumples in shocked pain, clutching herself in a way that makes the referee tilt his head quizzically.

LVK: THAT WAS A BLATANT LOW BLOW!

RP: If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen!

LVK: What does he THINK happened there?  Did Emily just have a MUSCLE SPASM?

RP: Maybe it's her time of the month.

LVK: ...

RP: Those cramps are murder.

LVK: I hate you, Rick.

Gemma makes it over and I snatch the tag, vaulting over the top rope.  Emily is just a breath away from reaching out to tag in Rowan, and of course THAT won't do, so I go PELTING across the ring with my punkytails streaming out behind me. I rush up behind Layne and wrap my arms around her waist, clutching her tight as she reaches ... reaches ... Chance is reaching out, they're just a fingertip away ...

And I plant my feet and bend low, THRUSTING my long stockinged legs back and carrying the Italian up high into the air, putting some SNAP in the suplex as I take her up so that as I bend into a back-bridge, I unlink my arms and just send her hurtling overhead, turning a complete flip to CRASH onto her face and tits in the center of the ring, hitting the release German suplex that Japanese fans and SvR gamers call the SHUTTLE LOOP BUSTER but other people just call an overhead release German suplex.

Rowan snarls in fury, and as I come up to my feet I approach her with a sweet, poisonous smile. Her fists curl and her eyes glare pure hatred at me - so I swing my right hand out and CRACK a slap across her cheek, the echo of it swallowed by the collective GASP of the audience.

Only in wrestling does a bitch slap draw more shock from the audience than throwing a 140-pound Italian over your head.

Chance immediately tries to bull into the ring, forcing the referee to rush over and struggle to hold the Widow back as I smirk and turn back to Emily, walking smoothly to her feet.  I take her boots in both hands, splaying her legs and swiftly dropping a knee into her aching mound, blowing a kiss to the crowd as she sits up groaning before I take Layne's hair and drag her to her feet.

LVK: What a sickening display!

RP: That looked like a perfectly legal shot to the lower abdomen to me.

LVK: GIVE ME A BREAK!

RP: What, only Bret Hart can call it that?

"Time's running out already," I purr, dragging Layne back to the Countdown corner.  Rowan's eyes meet mine with an intensity that makes me lick my lips.  I loop my left arm around Em's right shoulder and bend down to hook her left leg up with my right hand behind her knee.  Holding her across me I grin and bend my knees low, throwing the gorgeous daughter of Roma overhead to CRASH her back and shoulders into the turnbuckles with my MASTER EXPLODER suplex, letting her crumple to the mat in a heap as the audience roars their disdain.

"Enough fucking show-off suplexes," Gemma growls. "Lemme at her."

I flicker a glance back at Rox as I slither up to my feet.  She rolls her shoulders, suppressing a wince but affirming that her arms are moving properly after Rowan and Emily's little Rock and Roll Express attack on her huggers.  I extend my hand towards her with a smirk, keeping my eyes on Rowan across the ring as we do a too-cool-for-school Outsiders no-look gimme-some-skin tag.

Gemma leaps in lithely and begins laying boots into the fallen Emily, hammering her under a brutal hooligan assault.  I offer a few boots of my own - no punk can resist a good boot party, after all - until the referee musters up the courage to urge me out of the ring while Gemma scraps Emily up off the mat.

The little Rox - the Countdown's firecracker, no doubt - hits a brutal European uppercut in mid-ring and then takes Layne's wrist, twisting her for a hard Irish whip as I stand on the apron and turn to the crowd to smirkingly confirm for a few fans in the front row that I did indeed turn their moms and girlfriends lesbian last night.

[Emily Layne]

Gemma s stomps were pretty nasty and they stunned me for good.
When she twists my wrist and whips me into the corner I can't do a lot, my body runs without control against the ropes, bouncing on them and running back toward my rival.

Gemma is waiting for me, her feet firmly planted on the mat, her legs partially opened, her upperbody bending forward.
I have not the freshness to kick her and my body is caught by her hands, she lifts me up,using the momentum to flip my body over her.

RP: BACKBODYDROP! And the ring shakes!

I heavily land on my ass and small of the back, my face shows that the impact was hard enough.
I sit there, arching my back, wincing.

"what's wrong fucker???"

I hear Gemma yelling at me before driving her heavy boot straight in the middle of my back.

"OOOOOWWW" I groan and falls on my side.

Gemma quickly gets on her knees and lays over me, grabbing my right leg with both arms and lifts it up.
The ref gets on his knees too for the count.

RP: ONE... TWO... AND THREE!

LVK: You missed something, Emily actually broke the pin at ONE!

RP: Seriously? I'm surprised!

The ref shows the index finger up,signaling that it was a one count only when I pushed my shoulder up.
Gemma drives again her boot down at me, does she know any other way to wear down her opponent? Uggh!
It hurts by the way!

Gemma grabs my pony tail and twist her fingers in my hair, forcing me up and my head between her strong muscular legs before pointing her thumb toward her neck.

LVK: is she calling already the 911? Isn't too early?

RP: not really, she realized that this is not really a match!

I so remember this move, she cut it already on me some weeks ago. This time I'm not going to be facebustered down and I bulge my biceps, roughly shoving on her legs and pop my head free,from this position I suddenly grab her ankles and yank them forward and up, forcing her to awkwardly fall on her cute ass between the cheers of the crowd.
I cross her left shin over her knee, tryin to be as quick I can, stepping my right boot between her legs and spin around, trapping her in a tight Boston Crab!

LVK: Oh my! That's a wonderful counter by Layne! A Splendid Boston Crab! Finally we see some wrestling!

RP: Wrestling? *opens his right hand and looks down,like he is reading across his palm* I never seen a decent wrestler since Rome fell!

LVK: What? Are you interested into history now?

RP: history is my second lov..my third...*mumbls* my fourth love

LVK: so, when did Rome fell?

RP: Mmmmmm 1492 A.D.!

LVK *facepalms*

RP: hey I missed that episode of National Geographic!

The ref kneel down, lookin at Gemma as she winces and curses me.
"what do you say Gemma? Talk to me!"

"YOU MOTH****ER, AS****LE, FILTHY CO*****ER, FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

LVK: I think that meant "No"

I try to pull and tug back but little by little Gemma forces us toward the ropes and she lunges her hands on the bottom rope, grabbing it.
I release the hold and move backward.
My hands on my thighs, crouching low and waving one hand at Gemma

"come on dwarf! I'm here! Get me!" I taunt the green hair girl, knowing that she can fall in the trick. Without any further waste of time she runs into me for a clothesline but I lean my body backward, planting the palm of my hands on the mat in a perfect bridge. Gemma arm hits only hair.
I nipup and turn back to face her.
She runs again into me but this time I run too into her and take advantage on the momentum and catch her thighs,carrying her body for a step forward before slam her down hard!

LVK: SPINEBUSTER! WOW!

I get up again, catching breathe and look at Rowan behind me.
Nodding at her. Gemma is making her way up and I grab her wrist, twisting it and whipping her body toward the ropes in a Irish whip.
I run against the opposite ropes to take more speed.

LVK: Look at this! Emily is ready for some kind of running impact move!

As soon I hit the ropes I feel my back burning in pain as Megan sneaked behind me and drives her knee hard between the middle and the top ropes in a nasty knee smash that forces me down on my knees!

RP *laughs out loud* that was for sure a impact move! *laughs*

LVK: that wasn't fair! Megan isn't the legal one in the ring! The ref must do something!

The ref rushes at Megan, warning her pointing his index finger at her, the problem, my problem, is that now he is not lookin in the ring!

[bigbadrose]

Very entertaining event

[Rowan Chance]

I watch Punky put a knee in Emily's back and I see Emily crumple to her knees.

Punky throws a kiss my way. I nearly jump through the ropes, my lips curling into a sneer. Punky laughs and Gemma picks up Emily's wounded frame and starts working on her.

RP: Oh, a devastating back breaker!
LVK: That, combined with Punky's knee to the back may finish off Emily for good!

I watch the pin and the ref going down for the count. I can't just sit here. I can't...

I'm jumping through the ropes when the ref counts "TWO!" but Emily kicks her shoulders up. No need to break that count. I slide back between the ropes.

"Come on, Emily!" shout at her. I look out at the crowd, stomping my feet. They clap in unison. A chant begins. I turn back to the ring just in time to see Gemma squeeze Emily into a merciless surfboard hold, pulling Emily's back further than it should go. The pain on Emily's face twists and distorts her features. Her lips wide open, bracing on a scream.

I reach over the top rope. "Emily! I'm right here! I'm right here!"

I lock eyes with her. I see recognition. She drops an elbow down into Gemma's face. Then another. A third elbow breaks the hold and both women fall to the mat.

Gemma holds her chin, her eyes filled with rage. She looks at Emily, clawing her way over to me. She grabs Emily by the ankle and pulls her back to the other corner. A quick tag and Punky is back in the ring, dropping an elbow on Emily's back.

"Oh, does your poor back hurt?" Punky asks Emily as she writhes on the mat. She looks over at me. "I'm sure Rowan knows how you feel."

Without even thinking, I jump through the ropes. The ref grabs me and pushes me back, careful not to cop a feel, accidental or otherwise. I push him aside and rush toward Punky, but the Purple Priestess of Pain ducks out of the ring as soon as she sees me coming. I chase her around the ring, the ref trying to catch up with us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gemma run into the ring, grab Emily's neck and put her knee against Emily's back, pulling hard.

I run back into the ring behind Gemma and leap, grabbing her around the neck from behind and use my momentum to pull her forward, smashing her face into the mat. The crowd explodes and I rush back to my corner, ducking between the ropes, grabbing the tag rope and extend my hand out to Emily.

RP: That was a BLATANT cheat!

LVK: What's good for the goose is good for the gander!
RP: Except the only gander in there is the ref!

LVK: You know what I mean.
RP: Sometimes I don't think YOU know what you mean.

Emily crawls toward me. Gemma is still out of it, but she's coming to.

"COME ON!" I shout at Emily! "COME ON!"

Just as Gemma stumbles over to her corner, Emily gets to ours. I slap her hand and jump into the ring. The crowd roars.

At the same moment, Gemma reaches out to tag Punky... and Punky backs off the ramp to the stairs.

Gemma looks at her for a moment... then turns just in time to see my heels strike her right between the eyes.

[Rowan Chance]

Very entertaining event

(From all of us putting this mess together... thanks!)

[The Second City Wrestlerette]

Very entertaining event

(From all of us putting this mess together... thanks!)

(Yeah! Thanks )

[Callista]

Back in the locker room area, I've put off celebratory libations in favour of water. I'm watching what's happening on the monitors. Next to me, the Red Enforcer is clearly engaged in the match, pumping his fist when Gemma or Megan score a good one, and wincing underneath his mask when it goes the other way. It's just a bit too even for my liking, so it's time to set the next phase into motion. "Alright, time for plan B," I say, standing up.

Red nods and says, "Right, boss," heading out of our locker room. I pull on the hoodie, tug another mag-lite into the pocket, (good thing I bought those in bulk!) and make my way through the backstage area to gorilla. One of the backstage hands spots me, and notes that I'm not supposed to be out there. I pull the mag-lite out of the pocket, and he remembers he's got something better to do than get hit in the head, and darts off to go do that. Tucking that torch back into my pocket, I head through the curtain, strolling across the state and down the ramp with my hands in the hoodie's pocket.

LvK: Oh what is this?
RP: It's the leader of the Countdown! She's obviously come out to provide moral support.
LvK: I'm sure.

[ThePurpleVixen]

I wince a little on Gemma's behalf as she takes Rowan's dropkick to the face - but frankly, if that's the worst thing to happen to Gemma's face this week, she'll count her lucky stars.  Right now she's counting little chirping cartoon birds circling around her head, however, as the toxic green little hand of the Doomsday Clock rebounds off the ropes and topples to the mat.

Rowan is on her in an instant, in a flurry, pounding away.  Chance is furious, fighting like a mad dog, and she keeps casting flaring glances my way.  Which is fine.  Whenever those crazy eyes seek me out then she's taking her eyes off Gemma.

Rowan goes right back onto Gemma's arm after her initial pounding, pulling her right arm out in a savage armbar and really pouring her weight on the shoulder, yanking at the elbow with an intensity that would be alarming if it was MY arm.  Gemma seems pretty distressed about it, but she manages to snarl and claw her way to the bottom rope and hook it with her left hand, forcing the referee to break the hold after Rowan seems reluctant to let go.

Just about then, the crowd ripples like water with a stone tossed into the cold depths, heads turning to see the long languid hooded figure emerging onto the stage.  Rowan pauses, just for an instant, in hauling up Gemma by the hair -

- and an instant is all a villain needs.

Gemma jabs her left thumb up into Rowan's eye, twisting it neatly with a flick of her wrist to really grind that cornea, sending the Black Widow staggering back and clutching at her face.  Rox cradles her right arm against her chest and backpedals to the corner, slumping in the buckles while I slap her shoulder.  The ref acknowledges the tag as I bound neatly to the top rope and balance there like Venom for a long moment until Rowan just barely starts to lower her hands from her face.

RP: Beautiful recovery by Rox!  That chick's got MOXIE.

LvK: She POKED ROWAN CHANCE IN THE EYE!

RP: That's basically the dictionary definition of "moxie", van Keel.

I leap, springing off the taut steel cable and bring my right fist CRASHING against the side of Chance's pretty face with a springboard haymaker.  It's way better than Roman Reigns' Superman punch, if you ask me.  It's got magic to it.  It's like a Shazam punch.  Chance drops like a rock as I land crouched with one fist pressed dramatically to the mat and my left hand out-thrust past my hip and behind me, soaking in the boos of the crowd.

I straighten, bouncing on my toes, as Rowan snarls and rolls over, fighting past the pain and dizziness with her fury, her burning need to get her hands on me, and she heroically fights to push herself up to her knees on clenched fists - and I snap a kick across the back of her head, my long striped leg beautifully straight and cracking like a whip to hammer my Doc across the base of her skull.

She topples again, and the crowd groans in mass sympathy.  I smirk and scoop Chance up quick, by the hair, and FLING her forward into our corner.  She barely turns to let her back crash into the buckles, and sags there for a second, hate burning in her eyes as she looks at me.  I smile with sweet poison glossy on my black lips and bound right up to her, close enough to kiss, and let Gemma tag in on my shoulder as I bend down, wrapping my hands arond the middle rope. I launch myself twice into that firm belly I've kissed so sweetly, hammering my shoulder into Rowan's abs to drive some breath out of her - and I stay bent over, grinding my shoulder in with a smirk as I hear Gemma's boots pound the mat.  Rox steps up onto my back and NAILS a high kneesmash into Rowan's aching head, and I can feel the Widow sag in the corner.  Gemma bounds off, back to the mat, and I straighten and kiss Rowan's cheek fleetingly as our bodies brush before I slither out of the ring, just missing her furious grab for me.

"Miss me?", I purr.  I'm so sweet.

Gemma, of course, hates being ignored and boots Ro low in the belly, then grips the top rope and hammers her with a flurry of stomps, pausing only to flip off the referee with that British double V before she backs away a few paces and rushes in, tucking her knees and thrusting out with a savage dropkick against Rowan as she slumps on the middle buckle.  Gemma immediately tags out to me again, then hauls Rowan up, holding her in a front facelock and lifting Chance's right arm up, exposing that gorgeous body for me.  I lick my lips and LASH a kick into her breasts, savoring that delicious groan as the referee tries to get stern with me.  I flick him away and pull Rowan close, hooking her a reverse facelock, nestling her under the heat of my tattooed right bicep, arching her gorgeous body.

I take a moment to smirk for the crowd and caress Rowan's exquisite breasts with my left fingertips before I snap down savagely to HAMMER the back of her head and her neck into my right knee, planting my left on the mat and outstretching my right thigh to make a landing pad.  Christian used this move a lot, but I learned it from Steve Keirn so I still call it the Gatorbreaker.

Holding Rowan just like that, bent over my thigh with my arm wound around her head with her body writhing beautifully, I stretch my left arm back and take another quick tag.

LvK: And ANOTHER tag by the Countdown.

RP: That's smart play, Larry!  It's a tag match!  You want to take full advantage of every 2-to-1 opportunity!

LvK: I think Punky just wants to make sure Chance doesn't get an opportunity to fight fair.

RP: Only a MORON wants a fair fight.

Gemma leaps smoothly over the top rope, vaulting and twisting her body in the air to drop her left elbow across Rowan's stretched chest, crushing her ribs.  I release the convulsing Widow and let Gemma scoop her up.  The two of us hook her arms over our shoulders as the ref starts to count us and we share a smirk as we lift Rowan high, kicking our feet out simultaneously to drop her on her shoulders with a double suplex.

I return to the ring apron as the referee furiously warns me about DQs and so forth.  Gemma poses, lifting both arms and tapping her wrist with one finger as the crowd rains down their sweet hatred.  Rox slowly pulls Rowan to her feet and launches a kick for her belly - but Rowan catches it!

Gemma bounces on one foot for a moment, but smirks, and twists into a swift and brutal enziguiri ... which Rowan ducks!

"Fuck!" I spit, simultaneous with Calli, who has made it down to ringside, standing mid-apron near my side.  Rowan immediately staggers over the fallen Gemma, heading for Emily, who is FRANTIC in her corner, bouncing up and down and thrusting her hand out, pounding the top turnbuckle which starts a rally clap by the sheep in the crowd.

(Damn them!  I love rally claps!)

Rowan is just inches away when Gemma manages to shove herself off the mat, cursing in fluent Brit -

LvK: Did she say "flaming arse"?

RP: WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP!

- as she lunges and catches Ro around the waist.  Gemma plants her feet and tries to recreate my amazing German suplex from earlier - except Rowan elbows her way free, hammering Gemma in the side of the head, and then snatches the littler grappler's hand from her waist and yanks her into a brutal short-arm clothesline, drawing a huge cheer from the crowd! 

Rowan hits the clothesline so hard that she falls with Gemma.  Shaking her aching head and breathing heavily, Rowan again heads for Emily, who is just hammering the holy hell out of the top buckle now.  Chance crawls across the mat and she is just about to snatch the tag when I bound into the ring, grabbing her ankles and DRAGGING her back to our corner as the crowd RAINS down hatred.

Disregarding the referee's righteous rage, I drop a tattooed elbow across the back of Rowan's head and leave her shuddering on the mat as I roll to my feet and smack Gemma's ass, demanding she clear her cobwebs and get me in the ring.  Shaking her green head, Rox gets up to her knees and makes the tag legally to a chorus of hatred.  The two of us get Rowan on her feet and take her to mid-ring, slinging her to the ropes and readying for a brutal flapjack-neckbreaker combo ...

... but Chance vaults over me as I bend to take her waist, and then slides under Gemma's grasping hand, tumbling to the corner and TAGGING in Emily Layne to a bunch of hallelujahs from the crowd.

LvK: THERE'S THE TAG!

RP: I HATE this part!  WHY DOES BEING TAGGED IN DRAMATICALLY GIVE THEM SUPERPOWERS?!

[RedEnforcer]

I'm sitting in the back, watching the match trying to cheer Gemma and Punky on, but then Callista deigns it time for her plan to go in action.  I think there's a reason Bond villains have the same accent as Callista, they both like hearing themselves speak.  I can't believe Gemma got me wrapped up into this and now I have to listen to her and her master plan for saving wrestling.  One loss to Gemma and I'm wrapped up in this group trying to take down this superfed and rule it.  Callista tells me it's time for plan B and I grit my teeth and hiss out "Right, boss" with as much politeness as I can muster. Don't get me wrong, I'll cheat in the ring. But this outside the ring jumping people and stuff, not really to my taste.  But because I'm a man of my word, I'm in.  Now that doesn't mean I have to do it just like they'd want.

I get up and leave, pulling out my Samsung Galaxy SII and hit the familiar speed dial code.

"Sadie, dinner out is a go."  

"Really, going with the cheesy spy code?  You really want to do this?"

"I've explained, I've got no choice. For now. Will you help me, darlin'?"

"You really have to ask, you dumb ape?  I got your back and hanging with those cold bitches, somebody has to.  Jeez, a little tit here, a little ass there and you're nearly tripping all over your own..."

"SADIE! Come on now, you know it's not like that. Well, mostly.  Anyways, do you see him?"

"I got him.  I figured he'd be bigger and more ninja like considering how Rowan talks about him."

"Can you stall him while I get there?" I hurry up my pace and pick up a folding chair.

"Oh I got him. I wore my slutty best to get his attention.  You know the cutoff jean shorts with those Superman panties you like so much just peeking over the top of the waistline."

"SADIE! Be serious!"

"I am serious, I got them just showing like you boys like to see, oh here he is. See ya soon, ya big ox."

I put my phone away and shake my head. Gawd that girl can be so damn frustrating at times, but I wouldn't want anyone else at my back.  She may be like the kids say "cray cray" but I know where her loyalties lie.  I can't say the same for the rest of Countdown.  Gemma says she's good with me being at her side and won't turn on me, but we saw what she did to Rowan. Callista would throw me under a double decker bus to get what she wants. Punky is the only wild card.  I can't bank on a wild card. So I have Sadie with me and I didn't tell anyone else about this. I didn't need them talking me out of it. I'm in a nest of vipers and I need to have an ally.

Ahh, there he is. Lord Tantalus.  That man has quite the hold on Rowan and we're banking on that to mess up her match tonight. And there's Sadie, wow she is pouring on the charm.  She even has that Red's Gym shirt she cut into a belly shirt and tucks under her bra. Gawd that's sexy. And those short shorts. With that new tan she has, she really looks. Wait, she's looking at me. And her eyes are widening and she looks pissed.  Oh shit, yeah I need to do this.

I run up behind Tantalus and slam his back with the metal chair like a roided up Barry Bonds chasing Hank Aaron's record.  Hmm, he looks like he might still get up. WHACK!  Still moving. WHACK!  
"Red is that as hard as they let you swing now? Damn you're whipped, gimme!" Sadie takes the chair and slams it again and again and again onto Tantalus's body.

"Ok, that's enough Sadie, let's drag this guy's ass out where Rowan can see it."
"Sure thing.....boss"

[Emily Layne]

It looks like Rowan is doing those kind of marines training, vaulting over Punky and ducking Gemma before finally reaching for my extended arm and slaps my hand with energy.

The ref lifts his hands and slap them,signaling the tag.

I can hear the loud roar from the crowd as I quickly step between the ropes and I'm in the ring.
It seems that the arena is about to crush in any moment, I don't hear such a loud noise since when the drummer Scott Columbus performed "Thor" in Milan.

Megan and Gemma look at each other. Gemma is the one a bit more dazed, they don't have to decide who should go at me first.
I decide who I will go at first!

I march into Megan, she moves into me,probably everyone is waiting for a spear, which I already used on her last week.
I see her right arm lifting up, going for a forearm smash or so, but I quickly step aside, wrapping my left arm around her right armpit, sneaking behind her body, my left arm forcing her right arm up while I bring my right arm around her waist and I suddenly launch myself back, flipping her over me in a powerful half nelson suplex!

RP: I can't believe it! Can Italians do suplex???

LVK: Layne is one of the most talented wrestler from Europe Rick, she is showing that!

RP: my ex girlfriend was Italian too, she had many talents herself

LVK: I'm not talking about those talents!

I quickly roll up on my feet, Megan is bridging up on her feet, clutching her back with her right arm. I see Gemma comin at me. I bring my left foot up to kick her side but she catches it.
I spin and drive my right boot against her cheek in a enzeguiri kick.

RP: that's bullshit Larry! The first rule in wrestling is to not perform the same move of your rival! We already saw that move!

LVK: though the outcome was pretty different!

Gemma body falls down behind the brutal kick.
I look back and see that Punkz is stirring, slowly making her way up.
I grab Gemma head with two hands and lift her up, I grab her wrist and whip her into the ropes.
But I'm not planning to wait for her in the middle of the ring, I'm running right behind her and as soon her back hits the ropes, I'm on her with my arm spread wide in a huge running clothesline that catches her upperchest and neck.

Gemma s body flips over the top ropes with her legs and ass up before crumbling down on the apron ring at first and rolling down on the concrete next to Callie.

The whole crowd is on their feet, welcoming each move with a explosions of wild cheers and screams.
But there is no time to soak in the cheers.
Being alone in the ring with such two villains (plus their mastermind outside of the ropes too)

I look out, panting, my face red, Calli is nervously lookin toward the gorilla before our eyes lace.

"wanna get some too?" I yell at her, but I get from her only a cold glare, her hand presses on her pocket for a moment.

RP : this Emily Layne is such arrogant! Calista is not doing anything there!

I hear the buzz of the crowd, I can hear the stomps of Megan Doc Martens on the ring and I turn back,just in time to step forward into her moving body, she leaps toward me in a some kind of body splash avalanche attempt and I catch her mid air with my right arm around her upper body,my left hand slides down under her thigh as I hold and lift her body up takin advantage on the momentum of her run before crushing down on my ass and slamming her body down in a sitout spinebuster!

BAMMMM

Another loud explosion of cheer from the crowd.
I hold on Megan leg and push my body forward, one arm over her body as her shoulders are flat on the mat

The referee kneel down and slaps his hand down on the mat for the count.

ONE

TWO

But Punky lifts her right shoulder breaking the count causing the disappointment of the arena.

LVK: That was close!

RP: oh please, I never saw such a fast count since when I was playing hide and seek!

I get up and bring up with me Megan right leg, kicking the tip of my boot straight into her muscular thigh twice.
I turn and give a quick look at Rowan, she recovered enough and she extends her right hand out.
She is waiting this moment since the beginning of the match, getting her hands on Punky.
She doesn't say anything.

I shake on Megan leg with myleft hand before dropping down with my elbow up against her thigh again before getting up and start to drag Punky body toward our corner.

LVK : we are about to see a tag I think! Rowan is eager to get in the ring! Her eyes are filled with anger!

RP: wait a minute Larry, what's happening?

A loud buzz coming from the curtain.
I stop for a moment and look in that direction,so Rowan does

LVK: I sense that this is one of Calli tricks!

[Rowan Chance]

Emily has Punky's ankle, dragging her toward our corner, pulling her along the canvas, Punky's skirt pulled up around her waist. I can feel the audience's excitement build and I extend my hand for the tag, smiling. I see the look on Punky's face and I meet her eyes.

"Tick, to--"

Everything freezes. I look straight through Emily and Punky toward the main stage.

Red is there. And he's holding...

"To--Tantalus?"

... oh, Goddess, he's bleeding.

Red holds Tantalus up like a trophy, up over his arms. His massive, powerful arms.

"Hey Rowan!" he shouts from the stage. "Wanna see me break his back?"

By the side of the stage, I can hear Callista's voice.

"Tick, tock," she says.

I move from the edge of the mat to the metal stairs. Nothing else matters. Nothing. Else. Matters.

The man who trained me. The man who gave me my strength. The man who...

I'm walking toward the stage, away from the ring. And I find Callista in my way.

She has one hand in the pocket of her hoodie. I know what's in there. I've felt it. More than once. Her smile says everything. She doesn't need to talk.

You have to go through me.

But I don't pause. I walk straight toward her. My eyes focused on one man as if he's the only person in the world.


LVK: Obviously, this is a plot to get Rowan Chance distracted.
RP: And it's worked. Like clockwork, you might say.

LVK: Callista Quinn is standing between Rowan and the stage!
RP: She's going to get another taste of that mag light!

LVK: It seems so, she isn't even looking at Quinn! She walks right by her, as if she wasn't there!
RP: Quinn can't believe it, either! But nobody turns their back on Callista Quinn! NOBODY!

LVK: That seems like it's going to be the case... she's walking up behind Rowan, raising that mag light and...
RP: What??? What was that!?!?!

LVK: Ladies and gentlemen, just as Callista Quinn was about to strike, Rowan turned...
RP: Do spiders have radar?

LVK: Perhaps that famous "spider sense" we hear so much about. Just as Quinn was about to strike, Rowan turned and dropped Quinn with her patented Widow's Kiss!
RP: That float over DDT ought to be banned! Chance ought to be banned for using it on the floor!

LVK: Callista Quinn is on the floor, her head cradled in her arms! We may have a concussion here! Her famous, or should I say, infamous mag light rolls on the ground.
RP: And Rowan Chance is still walking up the ramp toward the stage like a zombie.


I get to the top of the stage. Something was in my way, but I... dealt with it.

Red smiles under his mask, holding the limp and bleeding body of my mentor... my sensei... my...

"Stop right there, Ro," he says.

I stop.

"Don't, Red," I tell him. "Don't push me this far. You don't know..." I pause. I'm afraid to say any more.

Red's smile falters for a moment, then looks behind me. "Sorry, Ro," he says to me. "But all's fair, you know."

He drops Tantalus at my feet and walks away. His body crumbles, his face covered in blood. Red walks to the back. I fall to my knees. I can hear sounds from the ring behind me like distant echoes through water.

I'm afraid to touch him, to hurt him further.

You were right, I tell him. I should have... I should...

The words come to my lips softly, like a kiss. "I'm sorry."

I hear someone screaming my name. I don't care. I take his head between my hands, gently, and put it in my lap.

"You were right," I whisper to him, parting his blood-caked hair from his closed eyes. "It's time."

[ThePurpleVixen]

My eyes narrow when Emily drags me over to Rowan like a fresh kill, my back still pulsing with pain after the spinebuster on the heels of that half-nelson suplex (nowhere NEAR as crisp and graceful as MY suplexes, obviously, making it all the more insulting that she'd dare to use it on me). Chance is going to tag in and rip into me like a fat bulldog going after a chop bone.

But then she doesn't.

I stop my clawing at the canvas for a moment and tilt my head up.

Chance is gone.  Just GONE.  The audience is all turning their heads towards something on the stage like birds on a wire watching a hawk soar by.  The referee is staring at the stage is open-mouthed distraction.  Emily is just staring blankly at the apron where Rowan is supposed to be, stunned as a dynamited fish.  Good.

I don't need to know why Chance left or see what the audience is seeing. I see a ref not paying attention while my opponent isn't looking at me, which is just the worst kind of mistake.  I twist my hips, lithe as a snake on the mat, and snap my free foot up, cracking it like a whip to hammer the round steel toe of my Doc Marten up between Layne's sultry thighs.  She crumples with a groan, being particularly sore there after the tender attentions Gemma and I have paid her throughout the match, and I roll to my knees.  I snap a hard roundhouse kick at the back of Emily's head, hammering her with a *KRACK* and dropping her facefirst to the mat like a sack of spaghetti.

Rox comes sliding into the ring and - what the hell, the referee is STILL distracted. I spare a glance and see some commotion on the stage.  Some plan of Calli's, then.  Fine.  That's what Calli's there for; ridiculously convoluted plans.  I'm here to break stuff.

We'll start with Emily Layne.

I hiss softly to Gemma. "Time Stands Still," I purr.  All of our doubleteams are time and clock puns.  Whatever.  We both haul Emily to her feet and drag her to the ropes, pushing her arms out wide along the top rope.  I slither out between the top and middle ropes, hooking my legs around her arms and reaching down for her ankles, yanking them under the bottom rope to pull her lovely legs out and wrap my tattooed arms around her shins.  With a flex of my lithe body, I lock her in the Tarantula, my punkytails hanging down as I grin upside down like a tarot card prophesizing bad things to come.

Before Emily can really even begin wailing in pain properly, bent backwards in the steel cables and my embrace around her arms and legs, Gemma rolls up to the top rope with that eerie inhuman balance of hers, and wraps her iron thighs around Emily's neck, hooking her boots neatly and locking up Emily's screams in her crushed throat.  The crowd finally draws their attention away from the bloodied drama on the stage to take note of the fact that we're breaking Layne in half, and they register their disdain in the strongest possible terms.

I CRANK back on her boots, yanking her knees against the bottom cable, flexing my long stockinged legs to almost separate her shoulders as Gemma crushes her throat, balanced like a pin-up girl reclining on the top rope.  Emily starts to go a lovely shade of maroon by the time the referee notices us and rushes over, apoplectic in his rage.  I love when referees get all worked up and invoke the wrath of God, since it means they're not counting.  By the time he remembers to finally start counting, Em practically has drool trickling out of the corner of her lips.

LvK: THIS IS A DAMN MUGGING!  WHAT KIND OF THUGGERY IS THE COUNTDOWN GETTING AWAY WITH HERE?!  Rowan Chance's mentor, HAULED to the stage like a BLOODY SACRIFICE by the Countdown's KNUCKLE-DRAGGING GORILLA ...

RP: HEY.  Enforcer's knuckles don't DRAG.  At least not when he keeps his hands in his pockets.

LvK: ... and now the so-called "Hands of the Doomsday Clock" are just TAKING APART Emily Layne who's left ALONE in this ring!  This is RIDICULOUS!

RP: Deep breaths, van Keel.  It's just entertainment.

LvK: You call THIS entertainment?

RP: Well, Punky and Gemma seem to be laughing, at least.

The count finally reaches four, and Gemma and I both release Emily simultaneously.  She flops almost bonelessly to the mat, shuddering and clutching at her throat.  I drop sinuously to the apron and lay there with my head propped on one hand and one leg langurously bent to drape my hand on my knee as Gemma rests on the top rope, one arm hanging down and almost brushing my cheek, the two of us hitting a five-second pose for the benefit of those with flash photography before we roll back into the ring.

Rowan's stil gone, so Gemma steps to the apron as I haul Emily up and BULLWHIP her to the corner, throwing my whole body weight behind it so she CRASHES in at top speed.  As I get to one knee, I reach out and grab the referee's belt, pulling him close to me as Gemma wraps the tag rope around Emily's throat and strangles her in the corner to make sure she doesn't collapse too fast.  She kicks and gurgles as I ask the referee to PLEASE check out my left forefinger.  I assure him that I thought I heard a snap and I don't want my career ended like Sin Cara's.

LvK: OH, GIVE ME A BREAK!

RP: CHILL, van Keel!  Punky is just trying to make sure she didn't suffer a CAREER-THREATENING injury during the course of this hard-hitting scientific match!

LvK: ... how do you say things like that with a straight face.

RP: Sold my soul to win the title back in Atlanta in '83, and since then I've picked up a Valium habit.

LvK: Ah.

I'm finally assured by the teeth-gritting ref that my finger is fine, and I get to my feet and neatly brush past him as Gemma unwinds the tag rope and holds the end of it, prim and legal.  Emily sags down in the corner looking half-strangled and I come FLYING in with a gorgeous flying body splash, just CRUSHING her in the corner.  Gemma tags my shoulder and leaps over the top rope, running to mid ring and then rushing in with a neat handspring that ends with a back elbow, CRUSHING into Emily's jaw and drawing a groan from the crowd as I hit the far corner and come BOLTING in again, Gemma just getting clear as I LEAP and tuck my legs, wrapping my arms around my knees and DESTROYING Em with a running CANNONBALL SPLASH in the corner!

I bounce off neatly, and roll to the apron. Gemma hooks Emily up, muscling the bigger girl up to sit on the top turnbuckle.  Gemma bounds neatly up to the top rope and tags me in.  I vault over the top rope and twist to the middle of the ring where I take a stance, my right foot forward and chambered and my right hand low, fingers dancing on my thigh as my left hand waggles in the air behind me.

LvK: Oh, good God, what are they going to do ...

RP: This feels like a clear day in Japan with a single bomber flying overhead.

Gemma moves as neatly as an elf even with her shoulder and neck clearly bothering her, and I bite back the pain that wracks my spine because we have to hit this FLUIDLY.

Gems doesn't even glance back at me.  I don't look to nod for her or count to three. We don't need to.

We're the hands of the clock because we have fucking TIMING.

Gemma Rox leaps up and snatches her powerful legs around Emily's neck, smoothly snapping herself backwards and just FLIPPING Layne off the top with a huracanrana.  But not just a simple one, no.  Gemma puts extra SNAP into it, hard enough to over-rotate the Italian so she comes down practically on her boots ... and as Emily comes down and her toes just brush the mat, I LASH out with a brutal thrust kick that hits her under the jaw with an echoing *CRACK* ...

RP: HOLY SHITBALLS!

... and Layne is thrown to her back like she was shot from a grassy knoll.

[Emily Layne]

I didn't understand a lot of what happened to me after that low blow kick that Megan sent to my crotch.
I just felt pain and pain and more pain for long minutes!
Trapped in the ropes and hanging at the villains corner.

The last kick on my jaw when my body was roughly thrown down by Gemma hurricanrana was like a train landing straight on my jaw and my body fell down, lifelessly looking.
I lay down on my back, my legs spread apart and my arms above my head, moving only to breathe for some long seconds.

The crowd( which booed during all the brutal action that Gemma and Megan performed on me) now is in a deadly silent, probably someone is wondering if I'm alive or not.

I bring my hand on my jaw, tryin to stir but I feel pain everywhere.

RP: That was a REAL tag team action! These two girls know what is a team! They didn't need to say anything to themselves, they did anything with perfect timing!
Anyone know what to do in that moment!
That's wrestling, pure wrestling! We should all thank Callista for what she is doing in this federation!
What's on the other corner instead? We have Emily alone, where is Rowan? Is that a tag team? They were such big friends last week! What happened now?

LVK: I don't know what you're talking about! Wrestling? What I saw is only people ambushing other people and using illegal tricks!
Rowan came to help his mentor Lord Tantalus!
I am sure that Callista is behind anything happened to Lord too!

RP: you're blind Larry! Anyway, now the question is: who is Lord Tantalus?

LVK: I really hate you Rick, I really do!

Punky meanwhile is on her knees and hands, moving around me like a predator with her prey and I feel her chest brushing on mine.

"Piaciuto tesoro? Ti ho fatto male?" she mocks at me in my own language while playing with  my mouth with her thumb and index fingers,forcing a sad face across my face.

LVK: what is she sayin?

RP: they're booking a private session

LVK: do you speak Italian too?

RP: yeah I told you, my ex girlfriend was Italian, from Paris!

LVK facepalms (again)

RP: and here goes the pin!

Megan chest lays on mine.
The ref starts to count, kinda fast as he wants to call the EMT as soon as possible.

ONE

TWO

I don't have the strength to kick out

But

At the last second Megan grabs my hair and tug my head and shoulder up,breaking herself the count.
The crowd gasps and boos the purple haired villain.

LVK: Oh no! Oh my God no! That's insane! She won it! Why is she doing this now?

RP: Remember Larry that's not about winning or losing Larry! This is about saving wrestling!

Megan lifts me up by my hair, ready to set up her finisher, I am bending forward now, I hate all of this, I hate being brutalized that way, I need to stop this, no matter how!
I re group my last energies and put one knee down on the mat, my fist close in a tight ball as I drive my forearm as hard I can between Megan legs in a dirty low blow!
Punky wasn't wait for this, she stumble backward, her hands clutching between her legs before crumbling down on her side.

LVK: Holy Shit! Emily is still in the match! I can't believe it! She just..aehm

RP: this is BULLSHIT Larry! That was a blatant low blow! *stands up* COME ON REF! DQ HER!

LVK: Chill Rick, that wasn't the first illegal move of the match!

The ref looks at me, I think that he is kinda understanding the situation, and he decides to not sayin anything about the low blow.
The crowd is going nuts now, no one was waiting for a reaction now after that violent series of brutal moves on me.
I barely stand on my feet, staggering backward toward the ropes, holding on them to stay on feet as I see Gemma furiously running toward me.
I am not able to contrast her with a move, so I need to be smart and I hold both hands on the ropes and duck the British green haired girl, makin her body stumbles and flips over the ropes and outside the ring again.

I pant and cough.
Megan is still down, her face on the mat, her ass sticking out and up, her hands still between her legs, her right foot kicking on the canvas.
I stumble forward, not able to stay on my feet, I get on my knees and hands to crawl toward my corner and look for Rowan.

Speaking of Rowan, where is she? I don't see anyone in our corner! She has again the chance to beat on Megan!
I don't see her since when we noticed that buzz coming from the curtain!
Well to say the truth, Gemma and Megan didn't give me many moments to check what was happening in the world around me!
I crawl to my corner and reach for the ropes there,lookin around if I see Rowan while I try to control Megan with the corner of my eye, recovering some.

[Callista]

"Fucking hell," I murmur, picking myself up off of the ground after that DDT from Rowan. I look back to the stage and see Rowan still there, clasping onto her geezer mentor.

The way Megan had first talked about that bloke, once I'd got round to asking her about our erstwhile enemy, I'd thought he was a figment of Rowan's fevered imagination. Megan had looked at me strangely, over that. "She's not a LUNATIC, Calli," Megan had said, "A little off, maybe, but no crazier than I am!" I forbore to answer that.

In any event, Rowan seemed out of the fight for the moment, so I turned my attention to what mattered right now: what was going on in the ring. Megan and Emily are both down in the ring, Gemma is down outside of it. "Unbe-bloody-lieveable," I mutter, rolling my eyes skyward, merely the latest in the proud history of evil geniuses let down by inadequate henchpersons.

The ref seemed on top of things, and Emily was crawling towards her (empty) corner, so I'd have to be crafty if I were going to tilt things. Pulling the hoody off of me, I climbed up in to Emily's corner, grinning and holding my hand out like I was looking for the tag.

LvK: Oh what is this supposed to be?
RP: Well that's just amazing sportsmanship on the part of Callista Quinn!
LvK: ...WHAT?
RP: Rowan Chance leaves her partner all alone, and Callista volunteers herself to fill in, even against her own teammates. That's just heart-warming.
LvK: Oh good God...
RP: I can hardly contain my admiration!
LvK: Unfortunately for us.

Emily reached out her hand towards me, then stopped, a look of confusion on her sweaty face. The referee's look was decidedly more annoyed. "Quinn! What do you think you're doing?"

I grinned cheekily, answering, "She seemed to want to make a tag. I didn't want to disappoint her!"

"Get off the ring, Quinn! Now!"

Meanwhile, Emily's confusion had been replaced by rage, and she got her feet under her, pushing off of the mat and pouncing at me!

I pulled my arm back and hopped off of the apron, grinning up at the spitting-mad Italian girl. "Sorry puttana," I said, still grinning ear to ear. "Ref says I can't tag in for ya. Hard luck!"

"You cheating little-" Emily began, opting to give me a lesson in far more advanced Italian cursing culminating in what was either a threat to my parents or my childbearing capabilities, when Megan's arms went around her waist, lifting her feet up off of the mat and throwing Emily over her body, dropping her down hard on the back of her head.

RP: And after the distraction from the Brit, the American gives the Italian a German!
LvK: You were saving that, weren't you, Rick?
RP: Totally worth it.

[ThePurpleVixen]

oO(I don't know why Calli would be surprised by what happened in the ring.  Quinn laying unconscious on the concrete while Gemma and I double-team someone is essentially how we spend every Friday night downtown.  The only thing missing was the pool of saliva under her head and the crumpled can of lager in her hand.)