Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos.
Anesthesia sauntered down the ramp, climbing into the ring. Malcom was on her in an instant. The nurse felt multiple blows to her face and ribs before being sent against the ropes, Malcom backing off for a mere moment.
"And in just the blink of an eye, Anesthesia is against the ropes after a merciless assault from Winds. Both Hagiwara and Fukuoa are still where he left them, stunned at the speed of their opponent."
"Um, Miss Sakura?" Moe began.
"Yes Moe?" Sakura replied.
"I think this is a good time to catch our breath, how about you?" the brunette asked. Sakura nodded and both backed to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as the other two occupants.
Malcom was glaring daggers at the nurse in front of him. "Why's a Paracitica operative here?" he demanded.
"How could you possibly?" Anesthesia muttered before realization washed over her. "Ah. I'm looking at a Legion lapdog." she taunted.
"Guess that's one way of looking at it." Malcom replied with a smirk. "So tell me, what do you think of Red Boar Merlin of the Shadow Legion Seven Deadly Sins?" he shouted, throwing his opponent to the middle of the ring.
He's a Legion member? Sakura almost gasped. If he's really Merlin, than from what I remember Kalin telling me he won't stop until someone beats him. This is bad.
While Sakura strategized, Malcom made for Anesthesia. The nurse kicked him with her high-heeled shoe before getting to her feet. Anesthesia tried to punch Malcom, but he grabbed her fist and wrapped it around her throat before flipping her over his shoulder and onto her stomach. Malcom smirked as he got on her back and crossed his opponent's arms before pulling back, locking in the Cross-arm Camel Clutch. "OW! Let me go!" the nurse demanded. Malcom's response was to pull tighter.
"Do you give up, Anesthesia?" The ref asked.
"No!" she screamed.
"Want more then?" Malcom taunted, pulling harder on the nurse's arms.
"Oh, that is brutal! It seems Winds is dead set on ending Anesthesia's match as soon as possible, not to mention as painfully. Meanwhile, the two Berserk Beauties in the ring are staying far away from the rampage. Is this nurse going to be sent back to the hospital?"
Malcom sighed, seeing he wasn't getting anywhere with this and release the nurse before hauling her to her feet. Malcom wrapped his arms around his opponent's arms and waist before lifting and squeezing. Anesthesia let out a new set of pained screams. "Good-bye, Paracitica scum." He chuckled, walking over to the ropes and throwing.
Anesthesia managed to grab the top rope and keep herself from falling out, slipping between the ropes before glaring at Malcom. "You'll pay for that!" she hissed, spearing the boy.
This slut wants a fight! Malcom thought, dancing out of the way of her dropkick. Well, that is why I set this up after all. the teen smirked before slamming his fist into the nurse's stomach, causing her to gasp in pain. "Just remember I tried to be merciful and eliminate you quickly." he chuckled, unleashing a barrage of Dragon Ball style punches.
"And Winds' rampage continues! After failing to eliminate Anesthesia, he begins a brutal beatdown of the nurse."
Anesthesia ended up against the corner post and Malcom threw her to the center before climbing the post. "I'm sending you back to the hospital, you twisted nurse." he snarled, jumping. "Rain of Blood!" The gut, head, and pelvis blow knocked the nurse unconscious. Malcom lifted her and tossed her over the rope.
"And Anesthesia has been eliminated! In a display of raw power from Winds, he proves the nurse never stood a chance."
Sighing, Malcom turned to the two nearly-recovered Berserk wrestlers with a smile. "Shall we continue, ladies?" he asked kindly. Moe was the first to meet his challenge, rushing in and attempting to throw a punch at his face. "Not good enough." the male teen taunted, blocking the attack. "Sorry Speedster, but I realized I can't outrun you so why bother?" with the same smile on his face, he punched Moe in her stomach, causing the girl to stagger back before she attacked again. The two began trading blows while Sakura looked for an opening.
"Oh my! A straight-up fist fight has broken out between Fukuoa and Winds, neither giving an inch! Will either be able to gain any ground over the other?"
Moe slipped under one of Malcom's fist and got behind him, grabbing his arm and twisting to bend him before slipping her leg over his neck. Moe smirked as she locked the Octopus hold. "Holy shit, that hurts!" Malcom gasped, struggling to free himself. Gotta think. There has to be some way out of this. he set his mind to work, analyzing the hold. Not that hard to figure out, but a serious pain to extract yourself from. The key points are the arm and around my neck. If I can disrupt one... A rather annoying possibility came to him. After struggling for a few more seconds, he sighed and resorted to his final defense. "You know, this isn't how I imagined getting between a girl's legs." he joked, blushing slightly.
Moe on the other hand turned red as a tomato and released Malcom, sputtering. "I can't believe that worked." Malcom muttered, glancing at Sakura just before she wrapped her arm around his throat and gripped her wrists before squeezing. Malcom would have berated himself if he could think past the Sleeper Hold.
DING DING DING!
"And with that the next competitor is introduced! This wrestler is known for her sense of justice at any cost. Ladies and Gentlemen, Noble Rose!"
Finally the last Eliminator is here. I need one of these chicks off my back! Malcom thought angrily.
And done. Not as long as some of the others sure, but it gave me a chance to properly introduce a member of the Shadow Legion and gave a twisted nurse a much-needed beatdown. Tell me what you thought, and I'll see you next time.
