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

Bridgette’s arm was like a sledgehammer! The sheer brute force that was swung at Alice’s cranium was enough to lay the Pale Rider off her feet had it connected. But Bridgette missed her mark, with Alice sneaking under her opponents quick strike and getting inside the Blue Brute’s reach. It wasn’t long before Alice had her hands on Bridgette’s face, and quickly dropped her jaw onto Alice’s head.

Had she been standing, Bridgette easily could have thrown the smaller woman away. But twisted around and sunken to one knee made quick movement impossible. Bridgette wasn’t a fast woman anyways, so Alice had a clear shot to her objective. Bridgette’s jaw bounced off her foes head, dropping the larger woman to the canvas in a massive earthquake of an impact!

“Errgh!”

The Maniacal Mechanic set up and rubbed her sore jaw, her golden eyes glaring at Alice, her focus centering on the tiny Brit as she began to formulate a plan to take her down.

Alice wouldn't waste a second in bringing boots to Blunette's face, stomping repeatedly to make sure she stayed down for at least a minute. She took a look at Clara as the Shadow Lord rolled herself to safety near the edge of the ring, holding her hurting head from an earlier punt by Bridgette. The ref was still recovering from Alice taking her down earlier, meaning that Clara and Kristy's legality would be in play until she awakened. Still, with the movement of her arms, it seemed like the official was slowly coming to, and in less than a minute, order would likely be restored to the match...and if that wasn't possible, the match would likely be thrown out.

With that, Alice approached the still downed Kristy, grabbing her arm to force herself back to her feet, before snaking her way behind the girl, crossing her wrists at her waist...

...before strongly pushing against her foe, and pulling her back towards her arm, as she aimed her forearm for her foe's head for her finishing Rainmaker Elbow Strike - Wood Hammer!

While Bridgette was recovering from Alice’s earlier attack, the Pale Rider seemed to refocus her attention on the downed, dazed, and nearly useless Kristy. Truth be told, she was the weakest in her group, used mostly as a distraction or to open an enemy up long enough for Bridgette to crush them completely. It was not exactly clear why Alice would focus on her, but she had very little resistance from the small red head as she picked her up off the ground. In fact, Kristy was practically a ragdoll in the Pale Rider’s grasp as her arms wrapped around her opponent’s waist. With a heave, Alice managed to swing Kristy overhead and slam her into the ring’s canvas. The impact roused Bridgette from her wounded pride, her eyes bursting into a rage filled glare as she witnessed Alice attack her downed teammate.

“What the hell are you doing?!?”

However, before the blue bruiser could get up and beat Alice into a bloody smear the referee girl began to moan and stir. At first, Bridgette was going to simply kick the referee back to “sleep”, but after remembering Miranda’s orders, decided that for now, a discreet retreat may be for the best at the moment. Meanwhile, Kristy was still passed out from earlier, and Alice’s attack did little to help her recover.

Spoiler:

"Sssshit..."

Good news were that, with slamming her elbow into Kristy's head at highspeed, the redhead was knocked out cold for good for the rest of the match. Once Clara and the ref came to, the match could be swiftly brought to it's end.

Bad news? Bridgette was ready to pound her into a bloody pulp.

All she needed was to knock the blunette out for a good amount of time to allow Clara to cover Kristy...or tag herself in and finish the job herself once the ref was awake.

For now, her target was clear, knock the daylights out of Bridgette. And that started with a running European Uppercut to the woman's jaw!

Perhaps thinking too much about her orders over what was happening in the match was a mistake, because while Bridgette began to consider a momentary retreat Alice would push her attack on the much larger woman. Just as the taller woman moved to look back at the Gaster sisters, an elbow would bounce off her chin! Such a blow made Bridgette’s normally terrifying yellow eyed glare disappear as the woman's head reeled back, her form retreating a few steps before stopping in its tracks. Alice might notice that her attack was similar to hitting a slightly shaky wall, and pretty soon Bridgette would be glaring right back at her. Though this time she had a hand cradling her jaw.

“God, you’re a bitch.”

The ring would shake as the Blue Brute stomped towards Alice, apparently no longer interested in the referee. Instead of the standard strikes, jabs, and hooks Bridgette seemed to have gotten comfortable with, the arm that came rushing towards Alice had an open hand, a powerful cage of a grip threatening to clamp down around Alice’s skull! Should Alice be too slow to respond, she would find herself trapped in Bridgette’s clutch! The strength of the bully coming down on both of the Pale Rider’s temples in a brutal and effective face claw!

The hit shook Bridgette...but did little to sway her off her feet. Quite the contrary as she actually appeared to be getting angrier at the Pale Rider...if that even were possible.

Alice took a step back, but within a moment, Bridgette was onto her, her arm outstretching itself to her as if it were a bolt of thunder, before grasping at Alice's face...and attempting to crush it!

"AAAAARGH! LET GO OF ME!", Alice screamed at Bridgette, instinctively striking away at the giantess's arm to force her to drop her grip, her strikes weakened by the fatigue of the match...

Bridgette’s face claw on the tiny brit was amazingly painful! Even Bridgette’s fingers were starting to ache at the force she was putting on Alice’s skull. As much as she thrashed about, Alice was locked in tight! The pale rider shrieking in pain as she began to beat onto Bridgette’s powerful arm! At first, the strikes were not too bad, but eventually, Alice threw a fist right into Bridgette’s elbow, sending a swift jolt of pain that made the blue brute flinch in pain and surprise!

“Gah! Damnit!”

With her arm going numb, Bridgette quickly tossed Alice, looking to throw her towards her masked sister as her other arm went to grip her pained elbow. The yellow eyes glare that usually rested on Bridgette’s face was scrunched up in pain as the force of the throw made her stumble and collapse to one knee.

A few spots on Alice's face actually drew small droplets of blood due to the force with which Bridgette applied her face claw. It wasn't the first time the Pale Rider had blood on her face even outside of her hardcore matches, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. For now, she simply wiped the droplet off as she calculated the situation in the ring. The ref was almost to her full height, the solid picture slowly returning to her eyes as she tried to discern what was happening in the ring. No matter what happened, this was going to be Alice's last shot before she was forced back behind the ropes.

Taking her shot on the downed blunette, Alice rushed towards her, trying to slam her elbow into her jaw for a blow strong enough to leave her down for the count until the match ended in her and her sister's favor!

“Errgh!”

The taller woman gripped her elbow tightly in an attempt to squeeze and numb the pain away. Alice was a small booger, but even as cautious as Bridgette was, she didn’t expect her to have such an effective punch on one of the most crucial joints in her body. Even now, Bridgette felt as though she couldn’t use her arm, the elbow joint still searing in pain as gravity pulled on it ever so slightly. A hot sweat was breaking out on Bridgette’s back, making her heavy jacket rub uncomfortably against her.

“Damn…”

The Brute tried to stand, but everytime she moved, her arm flared up again! She could only grunt in pain as she began to shift about an experiment about how to stand. The pain in her arm was only just starting to dim at that point, the mechanic focused on slowly moving her damaged joint about, ensuring its use. She was so preoccupied with making sure nothing was broken, Bridgette didn’t even notice Alice running over.

With a loud SMACK, Alice’s elbow rang off of Bridgette’s jaw, making the taller woman's face turn from the force. The Pale Rider’s fans cheered her on! So sure were they that the final blow would finally topple the lumbering giant and earn the Gaster sisters their victory.

But, instead of falling, Bridgette just wobbled. Her head still pointed at the ground as a mark on her jaw was all that remained of Alice’s attack. Just as it seemed as though she would fall, a scowl appeared on her face, those golden eyes rearing their terrifying presence once again as they burned Alice’s image into her mind! She looked ready to crush the small brit, to pin her to the floor and beat her into unconsciousness and further! But…

“H-hey you two! You aren’t the proper team! Get back to your corners now!”

The referee was awake, and none too happy about the tricks the teams were pulling. The place was a total mess, and for once, she seemed determined to pick it up.

The brute flashed a glare at the Ref...but ultimately gave up and turned to go back to her side. She moved her arm a bit more, slowly lifting it higher and higher every passing minute...

"Fuck...", was all that Alice could say as Bridgette remained standing after her elbow strike, the blunette staring her down...

...before the red's voice rang out, telling the two illegal competitors to get to their corners...which Bridgette surprisingly listened to. With Alice risking disqualification if she didn't leave.

She turned back to her corner, her sister holding her hurting head, sitting down in their team's corner as Alice hopped over the ropes and tried to tag herself in:

"Don't worry. I can finish this...", she would say. Alice wanted to protest, but Clara, on her wobbly feet, would already make her way towards Kristy, whether she was standing or still laying on the canvas after Alice's finisher...