Alice & Alison vs. The Won Siblings - (Not-Exactly-)Twin Tornado Tag

The maid did not get back up on her feet. Bridget didn't give her the chance. Instead, pretty much the opposite of "getting back up" happened, with Alison's body being roughly kicked outside the ring, hitting the much harder surface headfirst.

"Ooouugh..." The brunette groaned groggily, clutching her head, too dazed to realize that the troubles hadn't even truly started for her.

Alison - or Alice, Cindy was having trouble keeping track of the names - looked so frightened and petrified, but in truth she was quite fortunate. Between the two of them, Cindy was the softer Won Sibling. Bridget would've stomped her face by now.

Instead, Cindy merely reached down and grabbed her opponent by the hair, never losing the saccharine smile on her lips.

”I'm curious, little one.” She lifted Alice back to her feet, giving her an occasional twist to egg her on. ”When you woke up this morning, how did you see this match going? I imagine it wasn't like this.”

Bridget, for all her faults, was a far more curt woman than Cindy, and had little interest in taunting the maid as she tumbled out of the ring and spilled out to the floor. Her focus was on pain.

She slipped through the ropes and stood on the apron, watching her prey with disdain from above. From there, it was a simple matter of jumping to the floor.

Or, to be more accurate, she hopped off the apron and landed on Alice’s chest, heels first, with her considerable weight behind it.

It was as though Cindy could sense her fear, further unnerving Alice as she remained face-to-face with the intimidating woman. Letting out a small yelp as she was grabbed by her short, brown locks, Alice found herself viciously tugged back up to her feet, wincing noticeably as her tormentor yanked sharply.

While Cindy's taunting would have normally solicited a sarcastic remark out of her, right now such words were not coming to Alice. Grabbing meekly at the blue-haired martial artist's wrist, she tried vainly to pry herself free.

Alison opened her eyes again, the powerful arena lights shining down. Gotta get back in the rin- The thought went unfinished, because that was the moment Bridget chose to land her full weight on Alison's chest. "UWAAH!!"

That didn't feel too good. She immediately tried to curl up into a ball, before realizing that she couldn't even do that with Bridget on top of her body! "G-geeah... off!" Noises that might've been either English words or choked coughs came through her lips, while Alison glared weakly at the Chinese opponent.

Cindy’s smile softened as she lifted Alice up, twisting her tight in the grip. She liked the struggling. Enjoyed the way her victim vainly tried to fight in her grip. What she did not like, however, was having her request ignored, whether Alice meant to do so or not.

”When I ask you a question…”

Cindy ducked down, grabbed Alice’s wrist, jerked back and sent her running towards the farthest corner with a hard Irish Whip, throwing her body into the move for maximum effect.

"I expect an answer!"

On the outside, Bridget took a moment to grind her heels down, getting the most of the position, before she stepped off her opponent and gave her opponent a moment to recover, letting Alison catch her breath. With hands on hips, she stalked around the little maid, sneering down at her like the filth she truly was.

”Stand.” She gave the harsh order and took a step away, ignoring the heckling crowd nearby. ”You can at least try to give me some challenge.”

Unable to resist the larger woman, Alice was sent rocketing towards the turnbuckle at full speed. Having basically zero training as a wrestler, the brunette didn't even have the dexterity to spin her body around, and instead crashed into the corner chest-first. "GAAAHH...!"

Pain exploded in her tiny bosom, knocking the air out of her lungs and causing Alice to slump forwards. Though she instinctively grabbed onto the top rope to keep herself upright, she left her back facing towards Cindy, completely unprotected.

Of fucking course. Purple here would be the arrogant sort. She probably actually did have the skills to back up that confidence... but Alison still didn't like that. With way too much effort, Alison managed to get on her feet, one hand rubbing her stomach, the other raised in a feeble defensive measure.

"H-haah, f-fuck you..." She winced, finding it difficult just to stay upright, though it was slowly becoming more manageable for her... If Bridget waited long enough, Alison would lash out angrily with a very basic punch aimed at her dumb, arrogant face.

The moment Cindy sent Alice off, she ran in the opposite direction, dashing towards the turnbuckle on other side of the ring. She turned around and let her back crash against it, getting  small boost before she bolted forward. As she stormed towards her opponent, she couldn’t help but notice that her opponent had utterly failed one of the most basic things in all of wrestling: properly turning into an Irish Whip. Pathetic. It wouldn’t stop her from doing what she planned, but utterly pathetic all the same.

Still coming at full speed, Cindy launched herself into the air and drove both of her heels into Alice’s back with a heavy dropkick - a blow that would surely sandwich her between her feet and the turnbuckle in a most painful way.

On the outside, things were marginally more hopeful for Bridget’s experience. She allowed her opponent to speak her filthy words. She allowed her opponent to rise. She even allowed her to through a punch, weak and ineffective as it was.

Bridget did not allow her opponent to land this blow, however.

The larger Won Sister caught Alison’s fist in her palm, capture it with ease, and immediately began to squeeze away it. Her hands were strong and she crushed away at the maid’s fist, putting tremendous pressure on bones and ligaments alike.

Adding insult to injury, Bridget gave Alice a hard slap in the face with her spare hand. ”What did you say?”

Upon hearing footsteps swiftly approaching, Alice immediately perked up, realizing danger was coming her way. Unfortunately, her body didn't react nearly quick enough, as Cindy's feet came crashing into her upper back. "AAAAAHHHHHH...!" the brunette cried out in agony as her modest chest was driven even harder into the turnbuckle, while her tormentor's heels drove themselves into her back.

Suddenly overwhelmed with pain, Alice immediately collapsed forwards, still remaining upright as her arms had slung themselves over the top rope, while the rest of her body just hung limply. Panting and gasping in a strained manner, all she could think about in that moment was the horrible pain in her chest area.

Alison's shaking fist soared through the air, connecting somehow with Bridget. Too bad it wasn't the part she wanted to connect with. And she couldn't pull her fist away either. "Haanh...? L-let g-gGUUAH!" Somehow, her punching Bridget had ended up hurting her!

And then it was Bridget's turn to attack her face, and Alison didn't have it in her to dodge away, let alone catch the swiftly moving hand. "OWW! FUCK!" Alison's face snapped back, a red mark newly minted on cheek.