Sisters of All Styles Vs The Unrightable Wrongs!: The enemy of our enemy!

An interesting, though not very surprising fact about Kristy was her extreme lack of patience. She hated waiting for anything and everything! She despised lines, being on hold, or any kind of delayed gratification, wanting everything to be said and done as soon as physically possible. If there was a hell on earth, it existed inside a line, and even just waiting for someone to thing of an answer could make the small red head grow stir crazy if she was stressed or busy.

So, waiting for Alice to open her unusually silent trap was turning out to be a bit of a mistake on Kristy’s part. As Alice seemed to think the proposition over, the small red fighter seemed to be stewing, unsure if she should attack and throw the deal out the window, or if Alice would actually deride such a silly outfit that her apparent “master” wore… Either way, she wished the pale rider would hurry up and say something!

Kristy’s temper grew every second Alice said nothing, but when her mouth finally opened up to say something, Kristy relaxed a bit. She was actually looking forward to her answer! Either way, she would get to wail on her a bit more, but it would be fun to see the two sisters fight with each other for a bit first.

But that was not to be. Instead of following either of Kristy’s options, Alice simply threw a boot in between Kristy’s legs, smacking her sensitive area and practically popping the bright red eyes out of the woman’s head. Kristy groaned and grabbed between her legs, tears already streaking her makeup as she silently screamed in her out mouth! Pain shot throughout her body, and the speedster almost puked. It was all she could do to remain standing and not topple over on her own face!

Alice has been called "cheap cunt" for more than one occasion at this point over her love of low blows in matches. So much was the Pale Rider called that that Alice actually sold a decent number of custom t-shirts with that "nickname" and a painted picture of her lowblowing another lady in the crotch...

But even if it was cheap, it was incredibly effective, with Kristy immediately neutralized by the manuever, grasping her hurting crotch and opening her mouth wide open, unable to let out an audible scream:

"But for your information, not a fan of her attire either", she chirped as she quickly grasped her foe's head under her arm, and dropped on her back, looking to nail Kristy with a quick DDT!

Kristy really couldn’t respond to Alice at the moment. The poor red head had too much on her mind as she was about ready to sink to her knees. The only reason she was still standing was because she would hop around every so often to maintain her balance. That didn’t last very long, as Alice wrapped her arm around Kristy’s head and pretty thoroughly drove it into the rings floor!

The little red head went as stiff as a board, before relaxing with a dumb look on her face. The last feeling she had was justification as Alice agreed that GASTERS outfit needed work.

With Alice downing Kristy, her team finally getting the direction of the match in their favor, the hardcore Brit wouldn't let the moment slide. She would quickly hop onto the corner she was trapped in not even a second ago, facing Kristy.

""Not a fan of it...""

Blood ran cold through Alice's body.

She forgot that the corner she was trapped in was her team's, and her recently knocked over tag team partner and sister has recovered, and was standing up, the Pale Rider feeling angry gaze from the Shadow Lord directed onto her:

"W-well...just being honest."

"Then say that to my face, you dolt!", she replied, offended, before slapping at her sister's leg, slightly more strongly than she was meant to for a tag, before motioning her to hop off.

Shrugging, Alice stood up to her full height before jumping, spinning backwards in midair to nail a Shooting Star Press on Kristy!

Upon quickly rolling off, GASTER would follow suit in climbing the ropes, before jumping high into the air and aiming her body for the redhead's for a Frog Splash!

If successful, she would hook her rival's leg up for a pin!

Kristy already seemed to be out of it…any more blows would simply be for show at this point, but that hardly stopped the two sisters from getting their revenge. With the weakest of the wrongs down Alice was easily able to complete her shooting star press and in turn, GASTER would find similar success in her Frog splash. After enduring two heavy attacks in quick succession, the red head became dizzy, her eyes spinning around and around. She moaned softly as GASTER hooked her legs, but the small red head was out like a light. The referee dropping down to inspect the pin before beginning her count.

“1!”

“2!”

Before the striped shirt girl could slap the final count down, the ring would start to shake. It soon became clear why, as Bridgette rushed over towards GASTER, her cold yellow eyes lit up like headlight as she seemed determined to run GASTER down. With a big swing, Bridgette’s boot came in hard and fast, ready to crush GASTER and her mask in a brutal kick, regardless of what the referee had to say.

"ONE!"

...boom...boom...boom...

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"TWO!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"?!!!"

"THR---"

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!", GASTER screamed, confused over the ring rumbling in response to her pin, realizing too late what was happening, as the blunette Bridgette ran at her like a freight train, and kicked her clean off her partner, the punted Shadow Lord barely managing to hang on to the middle rope to avoid getting fully knocked off of the ring!

Alice was just done with rolling to the ring apron, but wouldn't leave her sister in trouble, jumping onto the rope itself and Springboarding for a Crossbody on the giantess!

The masked woman sailed away like a football being punted across the lawn, Bridgette’s golden eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. She had missed the woman’s mask that had the squiggly smile on it. It was irritating, its subtle aura annoying the blue brute. Naturally after making such a ruckus, it would get the officials attention, the smaller woman coming over and arguing with the maniacal mechanic. Kristy was moaning on the floor, and the enemy team was starting to bunch up and attack. Having someone shout in her ear did little to tame the usually cool-headed woman’s anger.

Seeing the smaller of the two “Supervillains” start to climb the ropes, Bridgette hissed, a nasty plot hatching in her head. Despite how her employer treated her, she wasn’t a brainless brute. Just as the Pale Rider was jumping off of the rope, Bridgette’s hand reached out and seized the referee’s shoulder.

“Hold that thought…”

With a simple but effective heave, Bridgette would casually toss the smaller woman in front of her, right in the path of her descending opponent. It was a dirty move, but at this point they were probably already Disqualified. Kristy wasn’t going to put up much of a fight, so her ally would handle things the way she saw fit. Unfortunately for Alice and Clara, that meant wiping them both out!

"Fu---DAMNIT!"

Alice loudly swore as instead of her intended target, she instead took out the official, the zebra striped shirted woman screaming in pain as the Pale Rider's Crossbody forced her to painfully impact her back on the canvas!

Alice rolled through as Clara was still recovering. Kristy was out also...so for the time the ref was out, it didn't really matter who was legal. Alice, upon rolling off of the ref, would use her limbs to dash right at Bridgette's leg, looking to bring her down to size with a Chop Block to the inside of her leg!

It worked like a charm!

Alice’s crossbody SLAMMED into the referee! Both of the smaller girls dropped in a heap, with Alice cursing at her plan being flipped on its head. Now she had Bridgette looming over her…but luckily, the yellow eyes woman seemed to be focused on GASTER, who was still recovering from the mind-numbing kick to the head she had to endure. While Alice began to climb back to her feet, the blue brute began to trudge over towards GASTER.

“Your mask has been bugging me this whole time, kid…What the heck is it? Like, does it have speakers in it?”

Bridgette had begun to reach down and pluck GASTER’s mask off her face when Alice smashed into her leg. She let out a surprised grunt as she fell to her knee, barely missing GASTER in the process. Out of basic fighting instinct, Bridgette swung a fist backwards, looking to nail whatever had hit her from behind!

"Gggghhhk...", Clara groaned, slightly moving her head as she felt her brain rattling in her skull, the punt from Bridgette being this painful to endure for the smaller girl. Upon her initial scream, everything went almost completely white, as the Shadow Lord walked an incredibly thin line between conscious and unconscious at this point.

Only thing in her fielf of vision was the villainous blunette giantess, as she reached out to the Shadow Lord's face with her large arm.

"Please...no...", she muttered before her vision dimmed once more...

Thankfully, Bridgette wouldn't snatch her treasured mask, as Alice delivered a harsh chop block to her foe's legs, almost getting a backfist for her trouble had she not ducked at the very last moment.

As Bridgette turned around to face her, however, Alice would firmly grab her bigger foe's head, before jumping up into the air, and going down, in order to force Bridgette's jaw to collide with the crown of her head for a Jawbreaker!