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What a stench! Was that his breath? This man may have been an idol among the beasts, but he could stand for some Listerine and deep-mouth cleaning. The Swan Song ducked as The Dust Devil flew over her wigged-head, seemingly in a state of extreme bliss. The poor thing was obviously struck into such a happy state-- who would be happy to be thrown across a sea of smelly people in ugly costumes? And by a disgusting man, no less?

Daintily traipsing on the outer ring, The Swan Song surveyed the situation. It may be in her best interest to stay back for a majority until more and more peons were 'knocked out,' so to speak. If she could sustain her stamina while the bestial Don Diablos lowered his, great! It even took out some of her opponents. People were shouting and pulling on eachother's hair-- this most definitely was not Elegancia's scene. In fact, if mud were splattered into the ring, this would be her Hell. Although four people (and counting) were knocked out, The Swan Song was sad to see Thunder Thighs so easily pushed out of the battle.

Oh well, she lost the bet! Looks like she'd have to be her personal maid for the next month! But where was Gloria? If she were a no-show, she would also have to be her live-in maid! Wonderful!

The Swan Song continued to traipse around, waiting for the perfect moment...

(...FORGOT TO DO FIRST ROLL SORRY)

The Don was massive. The Don was loud. The Don probably swallowed raw eggs in his baby bottle to get him this unnaturally large. The Don also threw several people out of the ring as if they were paper airplanes and Ladon just watched, mouth open and just taking it all in. Suddenly a plastic lance felt more like a toothpick in his hands against a rhino than an actual weapon. To add to it, there was now METAL chairs. Plastic was the weaker to chairs, and Ladon did NOT want to be smashed in the face with some durable furniture.

Stepping back, he worked his way past the other wrestlers and on his way, threw out a jab with his lance in hopes that he'd hit some vital, tiny, secret spot that would send the man crumbling - or at least limping a little. It wasn't much of anything to Mr. Steel Kidneys, but as long as it distracted him and let him stay in the ring a little longer, than he was fine with that. Then again, the idea of being in the ring longer didn't seem that appealing anymore.

Dr. Lullabye was truly shoked to see people throw so easily and forcefully from the rink. Even so she was relieved it wasn't her.

Her relief only lasted a second before the beast of a crystal charged man acquire, one ... two ... three chairs. She was definitely terrified now, but there was no time to think about it, she had chairs to dodge. She started weaving around the others and jumping around much to the effect of a flea, but if it kept her in the ring, then she did not care what she look like. Though in reality her panicked leap were rather gracefully.

When she thought she saw a chair coming way to close for comfort, she dropped mid run. Hitting the ring floor and sliding heels out in at attempt to knock over the Don and quite accidentally anyone in the way.

She watched a number of people get pushed and flung out of the ring. Each time a wrestler sailed out she would momentarily eye them, flinching as she thought to herself, That could be me. Yikes. Fortunately, Krazy Kiribani hadn’t been eliminated from the match yet. Yet was the key word. Don Diablos screeched out for someone to throw him a chair and the audience gladly complied, even handing him three chairs. Oh s**t. This guy was intense. How the hell does someone hold a chair in their mouth? Mind blow, yo.

She shook her head. Was now the time to be ogling this man’s incredible skills? More confident than before—being in the ring wasn’t so bad now!—Krazy Kiribani sprinted forward and aimed for another swing.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Super Van buzzed liked an excited wasp on a dangerous amount of crack in the midst of the chaos, and missed being steamrolled by inches. There were bodies flying, shirts tearing, and chairs clutched between teeth! Vanessa's jaw dropped open, and Don Diablos's awesome reflection glinted in the dark lense of her sunglasses. Such strength! Such power!

Vanessa didn't have kidneys of steel. She was also mostly limited to whole grains and milk for breakfast because bad things happened when she drank coffee. Probably, passing kidney stones was out of the question.

Don Diablos was one bad a** mofo.

If he wasn't so damned mean Vanessa might have considered asking for his autograph.

But he was mean.

"I'm going to send you to the dentist!" she growled, and leapt at the Don; attempted to get a pair of wildly flailing hands on the chair that hung from his mouth. If it worked, it would be a miracle. Or a disaster.

"GREAT TYPHOON!"

Luke let out a swirling kick towards anyone around him, in an attempt to free up space and try to get the hell out of this ring with the man with a chair in his mouth. A METAL CHAIR IN HIS MOUTH WHAT INSANE CREATION OF HUMANITY WAS THIS..!!

Luke was going to get pummeled to death. He was sure of it.

Tony wasn't exactly sure what was going on, or why he was getting shoved forward, but something bumped him and forward he went. Considering one of his legs was weak, his only option was to bring the cane he had brought up in his own self defense down quickly to catch himself.

Which, as it happened, simulated one of the special moves Nathan had written from him. Fortunately, it also caught Tony's fall. Unfortunately, he managed to strike whoever was closest to him at the time.

"Whoops! S-sorry!" he called, with an odd feeling of deja vu. That feeling was also depressing, as he didn't want anything happening tonight, in this ring, to ever feel familiar again.

Edit: First roll was 2, this roll was 2, which makes a 4.