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-It turned out that he leaned just enough that the Don unknowingly blocked her cowardly attack. However between the giant's lean and a nearby fallen competitor the Acrobatic Annihilator hopped up into the air, preparing to do the final of her three signature moves, the Highwire Hi-yah!

Flying high in the air she poised her fists and gritted her teeth as she attempted to come down hard on his head.-

(( 23 + 14 = 37 ))

"Damn. You really mean business, don't you?"

Ugh, there was still a veritable wall of other wrestlers surrounding the target, and Perry didn't like the idea of causing them more damage than they might end up taking. Sure, the wall had thinned a bit, but there were still too many for the ring to properly accommodate.

He shuffled around the edge of the circle, attempting to sneak behind the Don -- he knew well enough that the man liked to never have his back on an opponent, ever. If he got close enough, maybe he could trip him.

The Swan Song wasn't cut out for such an awful sport. The ring smelled of rank body odor and the warm, stale breath of Don Diablos-- it was rather unpleasant, and the sooner she could grab that Crystal and get out of there, the better. In addition to this, she had a point to prove to her roommates, Alba and Gloria. They were both pretty bad (Gloria being the worse of the two evils, naturally), so The Swan Song was resolute in her decision to take the belt off of the bestial luchador.

After her dainty, precious little had was crushed beneath the wait of someone's fat and hairy foot, The Swan Song picked herself back up hurriedly and limped around, choking back tears. She limped as if her foot had been crushed. It was probably out of habit that she limped when in pain. At any rate, The Swan Song was doing her business, wondering around the ring, watching people beat upon the massive Don Diablos.

THEN SHE SAW IT.

An opportunity to strike the masked man. The Swan Song, pain be damned, dashed between deranged wannabe wrestlers, keeping her eye on Don Diablos' greasy midsection. For some reason, it was left in the open! At the proper distance, The Swan Song turned her alabaster back to the smelly wrestler, reared her rump into the air, and pushed her feet off the ground, primed to make her Swan Smash!! blast him in the side.

If all went according to plan, the bouncy ball-plastic that was installed into her outfit would bounce her back and into safety...

[OOC: not a rolling post, just for fun!]

Yes! She'd succeeded! And as the horrible smell that was sure to be a clear indication Don Diablos had not showered or even removed his costume in years Genevieve did her best not to gag. His stench alone was enough of a crime against all Viv stood for that though she'd been successful in her planned move- It was time to make it count.

So she took out the egg beater she'd hidden in her- Well, no one needed to know that, but she took it out and stuck it in the only place she could reach with it.

His eye.

And then she started hand cranking the small contraption. As she did so she panted out as loudly as she could- "Time to get beaten into a tasty treat! Try on some of my Death Meringue!"

((Overkill total - 45 + 13 = 58))

Viv's wild ride had been fun while it lasted, but as the crystal flung even more pyrotechnic displays and power into Don Diablos she was sent hurtling to the floor. It hurt. Then it started to pour ceiling down atop of her. It wasn't until she narrowly rolled out of the way of would have been certain death(by way of a falling spotlight) that Viv even noticed that the large crowd that had swarmed the ring with her was now ... Gone. There were, what? Ten or maybe eleven people still in and all of them were bleeding and covered in dust.

"I'm going to die." It was a simple fact and one she wasn't afraid to voice. What she didn't say but thought instead was: I'm going to die and it's not even going to be because of tall, dumb, and flaming over here. Genevieve was terrified, looking at her costume and wig, that she was going to die of asbestos poisoning.

And she was pissed. In a rage she grabbed hold of the largest fallen pole -she- could lift higher than her head and swung for the what she could tell was the most vulnerable part of the large wrestler's body.

Genevieve was going to do her best to kneecap a b***h.

Was it the sheer power of Don Diablos' rage that was making the ceiling begin to crumble above them? The Delphinator was very damn well convinced of it. And to think, moments before she had believed that Don Diablos was beginning to suffer under the continuous blows from a multitude of competitors. Whatever hits he had taken, he was trying his best to cover them up, and doing such a job at it that The Delphinator was beginning to doubt that any of her punches had actually landed on the raging volcano of a ********!" she cursed vibrantly as a bit of plaster fell onto the floor in front of her. That was it, they had waved the red flag at the bull and he was charging full speed at them. They were doomed. But, if they were doomed, The Delphinator was going out with a bang and nothing smaller than that. <******** YOU, AND ******** YOUR MOTHER!" she taunted. Name-calling might not do much, but it certainly boosted her confidence levels as she rushed at him.

-It had been promising at first... the mountain of wrestling god finally beginning to show some signs of being human. As the Aerobatic Annihilator huffed and puffed with exhaustion she nonetheless bolted forward, throwing another punch at the monsters stomach.

The crackle and flash of energy was off putting, and suddenly she wasn't only dodging monster punches, but also flying competitors, and ceiling and just about everything else in the world. She was probably going to die today, at the ripe age of 15. Better go out with style.-