Sisterly Bonds (RP for Kirin Sumomo)

"Alright, well more civilized than throwing down here and now. What would you say to a very... VERY special elimination match?" Vicoria smiles at Kirin suggestingly, she could care less about the shove from before, she probally deserved it.

Jamie simply stared at Kirin defiantly, not backing down an inch, despite the woman managing to knock down her older sibling. As Victoria metions the Very VERY Special Elimination Match her snide smirk returns to her face, "Mm, a three on three elimination match. An opponent is sent away after a Pin, Submission...or Climax. Regular ring, special rules."

Victoria picks up, "Now, I realize that you may not have two other plas to buddy up with to take us on, so I'll give you a little criteria/stipulation... apart from me... it will be my younger sister Jamie...and her twin you're facing. How's that sound hun?" she can barely contain her excitement at the prospect of such a match. Hoping that Kirin would accept to maintain not only her image, but mabye even to put them younger pair in their place so to speak...

Especially Jamie, who was less than enthused about staying 'in her place', "That is if you can find anyone dumb enough to pair up with you," She puts on a sarcastic thoughtful look, "Ooh! Mabye you can try the pity approach. I'm sure you can manage to find two 'Actual' wrestler to help you out..." she smirks, "Or do all the work for you..."

Kirin huffed, at least partly aware of the suspicious nature of the idea. It was a bit of pride, a bit of anger, but mostly just to show the girls that they couldn't just do whatever they felt like. Not to her, not to anyone else. And she didn't know who she could find to help her, but she'd make sure they'd be feeling it.

"Fine. You'll have to give me time to find someone, but I'm sure there's plenty just as eager as I am to shut the big mouths of a few braggarts and dimwits. And by the way, I'm no fool, ladies. What exactly do you mean by 'special rules?"

Victoria nods and smiles, "Sure thing hun, take all the time you need, there's no rush." Despite saying this, Victoria can hardly wait for the match to get underway.

"You mean special rules beside it being three on three and an elimination match? Well what do you know, you arn't as dumb as you look..." Jamie smirks, "Stakes Match...think you can handle it?"

"I can handle stakes just fine, and your smart-mouth on top of it all," Kirin scowled. "I'd rather know what it is I have at stake, if that's fine by you. So just what are these stakes then?" The girls were grating, and the back of her mind was scrolling through what tag teams could have been available. There weren't many, and who knew how available they'd be. That was what was really worrying her, though she kept a poker face about it.

"Mmm, we'll see how well you can handle my mouth... if you manage to last a while I may actually have to use a finger as well..." Jamie continues to berate Kirin, enjoying the other girls scowls and frustration at her.

"Anyway hun... we were going to figure it as we can to it but if you want to set it in stone now without the rest of your team...", Victoria trails off, not sure as how to best trap the older girl into a figurative corner. Thankfully, Jamie knows exactly what to say and how not to say it...

"If your tag team manages to win for you, then each member will be able to pick one of us to boss around and control completly for a week except if we're in a match..." Jamie sighs and puts a hand on her hip, "What's more likely is that you're just be dead weight to you team and drag them into defeat. In which case each of us will be able to pick one of you to control as we wish for a week, unless you're in a match." She smirks viciously, "Sounds good, chubby?"

Kirin frowned, not wanting to respond to “chubby.” The notion of borderline slavery was a bit much for her, and she might have renegotiate the idea later with a cooler head. They were generous enough to give her a handicap in terms of the waders.
“Iâ€ll run it by my partners, whoever they may be. But Iâ€ll find you soon enough, I promise you that, if I have to teach your lot a lesson by myself.” Sheâ€ll turn off and leave in a huff.


Kirin glumly searched the locker rooms, asking whoeverâ€d listen. She eventually got some decent information from a slim redhead. Sheâ€d found her working on a speed bag, though now she was hanging down by her knees on the ropes of a vacant training ring.

The girl hung upside down by the ropes, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She seemed quite comfortable. “You wouldnâ€t be in a tag team, would you?”
“Not me. Got a girlfriend, though!” she added brightly and a bit randomly.
“Oh. I donâ€t suppose…”
Mina shrugged. “Sorry. Sheâ€s not the mean type. I donâ€t think heated vendettas would be up her alley. That heat goes all other…”
“Well do you even know anyone whoâ€s available?”
“Donâ€t think thereâ€s a lot of em,” Mina confessed. “I only saw like six of em on tv, maybe. And it sounds like youâ€re fightin†one of em.”
Kirin sighed. “I shouldnâ€t have lost my temper. Maybe I should just tell them that I couldnâ€t find anybody…”
“NO WAY!” Mina blurted, flipping to land on her feet. “You canâ€t be all laid back about this! I mean, I guess you can, but turn down a challenge!? That just… just… that like NEVER happens in wrestling!”
“…well, this isnâ€t exactly the same as a genuine match…”
“It so is! Itâ€s a hardcore match, thatâ€s all! Your wrestling honor‘s totally at stake!”

Kirin was stunned by the girlâ€s enthusiasm, though it didnâ€t seem to change anything. Mina scratched her head as if steam might come out of it if she thought any harder. “I saw some girls go into the locker room before… two of em. I havenâ€t seen em around the gym before, so I guess theyâ€re new too. Looked kinda tough though. Just talked funny…”
“Oh! Thank you,” Kirin said sweetly, planting a quick kiss on Minaâ€s forehead. Any kind of lead could pay off.
Mina giggled. “Crazy ol†milf.”




Kirin came in on a pair of women. They were speaking Japanese, but there was a distinct British accents.
“…theyâ€re loose on rules here, right?” The redhead asked. She had a toned stomach and some muscle in her arms, but large breasts and a sharp look to her eyes that looked restless and excited.
“A little. Theyâ€re perfectly comfortable with the sex stuff, and cheap shots can slide usually,” said the other girl. She had black hair down her back, round glasses, a juicy ass, and suspiciously solid breasts. “But weapons are iffy and they like to keep one girl in at a time, usually.”
“Buggerin†prudes.”
“You do realize that they do the nasty in the ring, don‘t you?” the dark-haired girl said.

“…excuse me?” Kirin prodded. Both girls spun around on their bench. The redhead had on tight shorts and a towel over her shoulders, draped over her breasts casually. The glasses girl had a tube top that squeezed her tits to what looked like the point of bursting, and a short skirt that did little to hide her panties when she sat.

“How much did you hear?” the redheaded girl said with a scowl. The seemingly brighter girl motioned her to calm down.
“Gabby, luv, please. Can we help you, maâ€am?”
Kirin cleared her throat a bit. “I heard you talking and I was wondering… were you two a tag team by chance?”
The glasses girl shared a glance with the redhead, who eyed up Kirin and nodded. “Very well. Weâ€ll take a handicap match. Iâ€m Silvia, and this beaut if my partner Gabby.”
Gabby knocked her fists together with a smile. “Now Iâ€ll arrange the…”

“No, no, thatâ€s not what I mean.”


….


“Sounds fair enough to me,” Silvia sighed.
“Nuffin wrong clobberin†some random cunts, eh? No guilt for fightin†dirty if they deserve it.?”
“Not like guiltâ€s an issue,” Silvia added, and they shared a chuckle.

“It WILL be a hardcore fight, mind,” Kirin added quietly.
“Please,” Silvia scoffed. “Every fight with the Pain Princesses is at least a little hardcore.”
“Weâ€d be more worried about you, really,” Gabby said. “You look like you can hold your own, though.”
“Well thank you,” Kirin said, almost blushing a bit. “At least SOME fellow women can recognize that… but about those stakes…”

“Thatâ€s alright,” Silvia said, confidently fixing her glasses. “A couple of yanks for personal servants would be very welcome.”
Gabby grinned. “Worst case, weâ€ll make ourselves look way more hot and talented than you so theyâ€ll pick one of us.”
“Err… thank you?”
Silvy took out a celphone from her cleavage and dialed it up rapidly.
“Whatâ€re you doing?” Kirin asked.
“Finding us some chaps with cameras. We want our big bloody debut without someone to see it?”

A quick call and she nodded to Kirin. “Done. Letâ€s track down our overconfident dread-heads and show them what for, eh?”

Jamie and Victoria immediatly set off to find their sister, but when she's found taking a nap on one of the benches, Jamie immediatly straddles her and begins to slap her back and forth into conciousness, "Wake up, match time!!!"

"Is it going to be fun?" Nicole calmly shoves her sister off, and gets up groggily.

"Very...", the smile that accompanies Victoria's answer is more than enough for confirmation as she peps up and puts her top back on.

With the trio all together in their attire, they set off to see if Kirin had managed to find some partners...
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"Well well," Jamie is initially surprised as they meet up with Kirin, not on the fact that she had found partners, but more on who they were... "We really couldn't find anything better? Come on, this is worse than scraping the bottom of the barrel..." Jamie eyes the two younger wrestlers, specifically Silvia.

"Jamie..." Nicole shoves her sister some, "She doesn't mean it, you don't look like that bad of wrestlers. Just, sortof bad wrestlers...", she smiles plesantly, as if she didn't quite understand the gravity of issue and what she had said. She then turns to Gabby, "I mean honestly, you look like you might have a clue at what you're doing." She still didn't seem to get what she was saying.

Victoria cuts her two younger siblings off, "Alright then. Now hun, before we start we want to make sure that you understand all the rules. It's an elimination tag match. If you submit, climax, or get pinned to a count of three, you're out of the match and can't return. No rope breaks, but if you manage to tag any partner, any submission, climax, or pin after that is null."

"And we were thinking," Nicole begins. Jamie continues, "That due to the nature of this match," "That we would make it..." Nicole smoothly picks up the transition, "Official." THe two speak in unison.

"But if you feel that it's too much for you and you just can't handle the stakes, that's fine, we understand that you're not that good yet..." Nicole states the challege both bluntly and innocently...

"And speaking of the stakes. You realize that each member of the winner picks a member of the losers?" Victoria continues with a smirk eyeing Kirin.

"So Barbie one and two? You're ours." Jamie smirks cruelly, "Shall we begin?" She gestures to the doors to the Gym where the ring had been set up. None of the trio knew anything about the cameras inside that would be waiting.

Gabby (who incidentally, had remembered to put on a baggy sleeveless tanktop, though just barely) frowned at the bubbly Nicole. Silvia calmly slid an arm in front of her and stepped forward.

"We're well aware of the stakes and the rules will be fine. Though public?!" Silvia looked concerned. Lying was a natural skill, so it was quite convincing, she thought. Kirin's puzzlement may have been a clue that something was afoot, but nothing defining.

They'd enter the ring to find several crewmen with cameras, microphones, and a ref girl already waiting. Silvia would gasp and place her hand in mocking shock over her mouth. "Oh my! What's all this then?! Could it be that two bottom of the barrel girls ACTUALLY have a clue what they're doing!? That's outright silly, it is!"

She'd smile smugly and strut towards the ring ahead of the rest, shaking her thick ass as she went.
Gabby would follow suit with Kirin, though Gabby would pause for a moment next to Nicole. "Oy. Bubbles. From my experience in drinking, the good stuff's usually at the bottom of the barrel anyways."

She'd smile widely, delighted in her own humor. They were interesting and frankly a bit entertaining, but Kirin was still unsure of what to think about the girls. At least they seemed firmly on her side.

Jamie doesn't miss a beat, mirroring Silvia's posture and expression, "Oh my! It would appear as though that they're trying to get the 'one up' on us by managing to figure out how to set up a match. And that shocked expression! If I didn't know any better I would think that they'e mocking us, and with sarcasm none-the-less. Oh the nerve of them."

"Holy haberdashery, Jamie! With that equally shocked expression and my blatant pointing out of the obvious, it's as though we're mocking them right back because we don't really care." Nicole plays right off of Jamie ignoring Gabby's comment, knowing Jamie would quickly follow it up.

"And by the way I said worse than the bottom of the barrel. And I don't mean the inside of the barrel either... I'm talking about the part that's been sitting on some cold wet stone for a month. The part that's begun to rot and grow mold on it. Yeah, you're like that. Just... worse." She watches Silvia's ass out of the corner of her eye, anticipating all the nefarious things she could do to it...and with it...

Victoria had slyly slid closer to Kirin, "It looks like we're on the back-burners for now hun?" She turns to face Kirin, still smirking, "Just wanna say no matter what happens, there are no hard feeling right?" She makes sure to slyly press her breasts against Kirin as she speaks before breaking away to join her sisters at thier corner as the ref girl began to announce the match.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Three on Three Tag Elimination Stakes Match." The referee pauses to catch her breath, "Eliminations are accepted by pin, submisson, or climax. Once eliminated, the combatant must take their seat to the side of the room." She gestures to two sets of chairs on either side of the camera crews. "Will the starting wrestler for either side enter the ring?"

Jamie is more than eager, as she hops into the ring, and points at Silvia, calling her out.

“Let your meathead do yer talkin, eh, ya braindead twat…” Gabby grumbled to herself. In reality, she was simply dying to get in the ring. She was hoping that Silviaâ€s plan would put her in early.

Meanwhile, Kirin would blink in surprise at the black fighter that nudged her. She had been the more laid back of the troublemakers, and did seem to be having more fun with it than Jamie did. “You… are you telling me you planned this?! Lord, I miss the days when you just challenged someone outright and that was that…” When they got to the ring though, sheâ€d cup her breast teasingly and smile pleasantly at Victoria.



"Listen up," Silvia said in quiet, quick, curt orders as they reached the ring. "Iâ€ve studied their tapes before we joined the league, and these ones are so popular their styles are open books, really. Nicole there has weight on her side and is big on sexual moves. Jamie is a powerhouse and will hit hard if you let her. Vicky there is their medium, so thereâ€s a lot of potential with that one especially. The twins are clearly teamwork experts. Keep them apart and try to keep them from tagging eachother in if you can. They might be as good as us in that field, Gabby my luv, so we're going to have to use our usual 'creativity.' Miss Sumomo, we're going to need you to adapt to this kind of fight quickly. I'd gauge you as a softer sort of fighter, but these girls will NOT treat you the same, especially in this sort of fight. Use your strength, endurance, and your pro experience above all else, and do get a bit fired up, yes? Acting quickly will be a dear instrument when a partner's in a great lot of peril. Sorry to be so brief, but we‘re in a bit of a moment.”

Silvia blinked and set aside her glasses calmly. She could function perfectly fine in the ring, since it was only longer distances that her vision faltered. Not even Kirin caught a flicker of her eyes as Gabby sad down in disappointment.

“Well, thatâ€s a fair enough challenge,” Silvia acknowledged, taking her time stretching on the ring apron. “I think youâ€ll find that Iâ€m not what youâ€d call Herculean, or even Achillesian, but Iâ€ve the cunning and talent I have in this awesome mind would burst your skull with the limited space youâ€ve managed to leave it with your piles of muscles. Whatâ€s more,” sheâ€d add with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Iâ€m not an idiot.”
Gabby moved readily from her position, bolting between the lower ropes from her squatting position and running to surprise Jamie with a spear before the bell. If she can take her down, sheâ€ll mount Jamieâ€s chest and start swinging for her face.