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Pulling her in, Ardomis would shoot a dropped elbow to Luca, ramming his elbow into the shoulder and viciously grind it in!

"Hey! Hey!" Shouts went out and Ms. Sone soon exposed herself to be the voice, as she briskly walked out onstage in a hurry, concern spread across her face!


"This is a team match! Where is your partner?! Your brother? Where is LUIS?!" Emiko yelled out, giving a short look about, as if she may have seriously overlooked him.
Ms. Sone even went so far as to nearly spin her head off to look behind, in case he so happened to be right behind her or perhaps emerging any second from the curtain!

No answers given and in a hasty decision, she lowered her mic and head in furrowed brow, barely shaking her face.
Dropping the stick, Ms. Sone slides a hand inside her sling, drawing out her mask.
An expression of fear swam across her face, as the mask rose shoulder level. Ms. Sone's face went from mask, to ring, to the mask again!
Chest beating, as she breathed heavily, she slowly lowers her chin to chest,
placing mask over face, hand lifting out from the sling, removing her shades and sliding behind her head, tightening the strap.

Ardomis smiling cruelly to the painful groanings of his victim, unyielding in tormenting of the Lioness, he turned his sights on Ms. Sone.
Only sneering through the wicked smile, in response.

Demeanor changing, Emiko's head slowly turning to the right, then lifting up to a left tilt, a few steps forward, she appeared to have hosted a different entity altogether, and with a sprint a down the aisle!

Releasing Luca, letting her have a breath of relief, Ardomis swung head first into the clash Emiko so desired.

Slipping in ring by bottom rope slide, charging up on her feet, a leap, her sling arm noosing the head of Ardomis, Emiko clings tight legs around his torso,
in a Guillotine Choke!

Staggering a few steps forward in the new adjustment of weight balance, Ardomis held his ground and swung a pounding fist to Emiko's back!

"GUH!"
This only motivated an unyielding cinch that grew ever tauter, throwing her head back.

Spying Luca's ring departure, Fox rolled out and crept low, rounding the corner pole.. darting out for a Sucker Spear!

Standing up from his dastardly work, Fox looked up at the in ring action.
Referee having hands on his head, could only stand by, while the current boss did as she pleased!

Ardomis laid out a few more swings to Emiko's backside, each pounding a little duller than the last, as life faded from the Ultra Beast.
Emiko Sone held on unrelenting, yet by the sight of her, it was well seen, she was not unaffected!
Tucking her head in, bracing herself in against the painful slugs, then Ardomis falling to a knee.
Emiko's head wearily rolled to her shoulder and gave a pulling jerk, attempting to drag Ardomis completely to the canvas!

"Hold on buddy!" Called out Fox, lifting Luca up and rolling her back in. "Just gotta get those belts!"
Crawling in after his opponent, Fox witnessed the collapse of his Ultra Beast!
Stunned, his jaw dropped! "No! No, no, no no no no!"
Emiko pinned under the three hundred pounder, was in no danger of receiving a three count, though, worn from her body beaten, arms fell, releasing the beast!

A breath of fresh air and Ardomis lifted his face, looking sideways at Fox, as he moved the big mans arm to cover Luca Leone!

Jumping up and down, fists pumping in the air! "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Fox could hardly wait for the Referee to receive the belts and hand them off to the
new XLL International Tag Team Champions!
So, he didn't. Shoving the Referee aside, he took the liberty of snatching the belts away from ringside hands himself and putting a foot to Ardomis, pushing him in a roll.
"C'mon, we gotta party!" Fox rolled the light headed beast, by foot, out of the ring. "C'monc'monc'mon! Fun! Fun! Fun!"

With the weight off of her, Emiko made a slow turn to her side, hand sliding to hold what would likely be a huge bruise by now, and was face to face with Luca,
who laid beside her.

Emiko had managed to rise up on her own feet, through the agony of a wracked back and taken solace against the ropes in attempt to ease it.
In being thanked by a for once, grateful Luca Leone, Emiko stuck a hand out of the ring and a microphone magically appeared in her hand.
Certainly no ring monkeys involved.

Making a few steps toward Luca, "Thank you.. you petty princess, opening my eyes to see, it takes a despised trash human, to save your bony behind, when finally family doesn't protect you, whenever it gets too rough, leaving you forever soft." Lifting her chin, as she took a step back. "You're weak. I will tear you down and rip you apart, as mere.. tenderloin." Another step back was taken. "Tussle in Texas, by my own hands, you will be trashed as your.." Lifting a hand, covering the left eye of her masked face. "..cyclops brother should have long ago."

Turning her head away at the revelation of Luca's choice to defend alone, then lowered her face,
processing this, as Blue Blossom tattered on, and on the word of 'manipulate', Emiko returned sights to Luca.
With her challenge accepted, Emiko snatched the microphone back.
"It seems you're moving out of the hallucination house and I'm glad for you." Pausing to take a few sore stiff steps closer to her newly acclaimed adversary.
"Being this happy to whip my a**.. must bring about inspirable thoughts, that I will leave to you on what match to do so.
Honestly.. throw in whatever wishful condition your dimly lit brain bulb can conceive, I accept."
Then offered the microphone handle back, only to pull it away, just as Lady Leone nearly grasped it. Stepping in closer for an inch of face to mask.
"My condition is simple, so you can wrap your simple mind around it.. when I say, we will no longer have any such knowledge, awareness, acquaintance with one another, aside from a professional standpoint." Her point sharp, as well as the shoving of the microphone into Luca's chest, where she waited for the acknowledgement in receiving the given mic, and would retrieve her arm afterward, turning away, cold shouldering whatever may be said, heading for exit corner.