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

Alice gasped in pain as her spine was bent even further out of place, squirming weakly in Cindy's clutches. She desperately tried to come up with a way to escape, but in her panic, nothing seemed to come to her. That, however, became the least of her problems as she felt the buttons on her blouse slowly being popped open.

Her face growing red, the petite brunette started to struggle a bit more wildly as she realized her tormentor's intention. Naturally, it still ended up for naught, as Cindy reached the end, and Alice's shirt flapped open, revealing a blue and white striped bra underneath, snugly nestled against her tiny bosom. Feeling quite embarrassed at being exposed, Alice's hands quickly moved to try and pull her shirt back over her torso, though in the process her token resistance against Cindy was put to a halt.

Bridget's annoyed expression might've amused Alison in another time and setting, but instead, it made her frightened. Or more frightened, as it was. It took most of her willpower just to stop herself from screaming when Bridget's arms clamped in like iron bars, swinging Alison around like a child's doll.

"G-guaah...! Uughh... Uuughhsttoooooaaaah!" There wasn't a decision to be made, she had to agree. Her head bobbed up and down frantically, as poor Alison made not-quite-word noises.

”And there.” POP! There went a button. ”We.” And another. ”Go.” And another.

Cindy undid Alison’s top and took a moment to truly appreciate the spoils of her conquest. Small breasts, nowhere near the gargantuan size of many AFW starlets, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She could get quite a lot of mileage out the pair, enjoy her time, but she needed her prey to be a wee bit more docile, first. Easy enough to accomplish.

”What’s wrong, little one? Don’t like the way I play?” Cindy powered down on the facelock, wrenching it hard across her face. ”Well…”

Cindy suddenly jerked back, lifted Alison’s body into the air, then dropped down flat on her back and drove her ‘opponent’s’ head hard into the mat.

On the outside Bridget was having an even easier time of things, if such a feat was possible. It seemed like Alice was finally complying with her demands, giving the Won Sister her due respect. She would’ve preferred a better spoken request, but this would do, and Bridget would honor her agreement.

She finally let Alice go.

However, she only did it after she squeezed hard, jerked back, and sent her smaller foe flying overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Alison didn't make the proper verbal plea (the painful circumstances making it difficult for her to use words at all), but Bridget seemed satisfied with that nonetheless.

Of course, a satisfied Bridget didn't mean Alison was anything close to safe. She couldn't quite register what had happened once she'd closed her eyes, but then the pain got a lot worse, and then a lot better, and then she felt her body move at a very high speed.

And then, there was a very loud thud as the poor brunette student and part-time maid gimmick wrestler's head hit something very hard. She didn't hear the audience, but there was a lot of disapproval from the crowds.