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

Alice continued to struggle in Bridgette’s hand even as she lifted the small girl off the ground in preparation to bring her back down to earth in a painful slam. The feeling of Alice wriggling around, desperate to get away reminded Bridgette of holding a cat for some reason…perhaps it was simply the futility of it all, no matter how hard she squirmed or tried to pull away from her, Bridgette would not let go.

Alice had little choice but to swallow her medicine and take the slam, which was so violent it practically rocked the ring, the Pale Rider screaming in pain as the Maniacal Mechanic stood over her with no real compassion in her eyes.

“Hey Bridgette, mind if I mess with her a bit?”

The smaller red head finally seemed interested in the fight, when the opponent had just taken a massive hit and was totally vulnerable to an attack of any kind. It was clear Kristy didn’t really like to put herself in the line of fire, unless it was basically a sure thing.

Upon hearing Kristy’s request, Bridgette simply shrugged, and delivered a quick stomp to Alice’s back before walking over and tagging her friend in.

“Be careful. She seems tough.”

“Yeah, she really looked tough taking that hit of yours. I’ll be fine, and if things start looking bad, I guess it’s your turn again.”

With that Kristy skipped over to Alice, taking a quick look at what she had to work with. She looked carefree, but it was clear she was on guard around her foe, taking her blue friends words seriously.

As Alice was taken out by a chokeslam, she heard Bridgette and Kristy wanting to switch places, with the redhead overtaking control of the match from her partner...

After a hard stomp elicited a loud shriek from the Pale Rider, their 2 opponents decided to switch, and that meant Clara was safe to come out to wrestle, as she proceeded to try and crawl towards her corner to the best of her ability after the two harsh attacks to her from the giantess:

"Clar...tag out..."

Nodding positively, the Shadow Lord outstretched her hand, hoping that her sister would tag out before Kristy reached her...

Kristy seemed to hum happily as she approached the Pale Rider with a merry skip. These were her favorite types of opponents: backs turned, crawling on their hands and knees, totally unaware and unable to stop her from doing whatever she pleased! Sadly, this was a tag match which meant that dear sweet Alice had back up waiting for her, if she got there fast enough. And my, how the Pale Rider could move, even on her knees.

“Hey, where you going? You were having such a good time with my friend, so why don’t you want to play with me?”

Kristy was smaller then some, but faster than most. When she dashed forward, she was very much like a flea pouncing on a fresh blood source, there one moment and gone the next. What had been a good distance between the two competitors burned away to nothing in an instant. Mere seconds had passed, and Kristy was upon her downed foe, hopping in the air ready to dig her heel’s right into Alice’s back, her child like smile practically overtaking her face.

Just as she was about to make impact, Kristy’s smile faltered, because she noticed the Shadow Lord tag in her young general, indicating Kristy would soon have to face a ready and rearing foe in a couple seconds.

“Aww…Crude…”

Alice heard the redhead of the duo call her out to "play"...and while in a singles match, she'd be happy to continue, she had another person relying on her, and remaining in the ring and tiring herself out would mean Clara wouldn't be able to fall back on her.

She was fingertips away from the Shadow Lord, her hand over her sister's...

...and then a boot came down right onto her back!

"GRAAAAAAH!!!"

Still...she did feel something else. Minor pain on her hand, as it it had been slapped.

And once she's heard Kristy speak in a disapproving tone, she realized that the tag was successful...

...and as both Kristy and Alice looked towards the Shadow Lord, both would see her already perched on the top rope, right as she would jump off, and aim her legs at Kristy's chest for a hard Dropkick!

Kristy took the dropkick to the chest hard, launched from her cushy doormat and impacting hard on the floor with a decent sounding CRASH! She had not expected the Dark Master to be so…well, fast. She was on the top rope in the blink of an eye, and the red head had no time to react at all. The dull pain in her back only served to make the smug girl rather irritated and grouchy, her red eyes giving Gaster’s blank mask a dirty look.

“Oh dear, if it isn’t the final boss herself? A little underdressed for someone in a position of power, but I guess that works for someone of your…unique status~”

Kristy quickly hopped back up to her feet and dusted her outfit off. Her dirty look never left Gaster, her red eyes promising swift retribution, though in what form still remained to be seen.

“I can’t wait to see how scary you really are without that mask covering your face!”

Kristy shot forward at a blinding speed, closing in on her dark foe in just the blink of an eye with only a wicked grin being noticeable on the speedster’s face. One hand was clenched into a fist, looking to swing itself at Gaster’s gut if the Nightmare Queen had yet to counter Kristy.

GASTER wasn't necessarily as fast as Kristy thought the Shadow Lord was...but she managed to think quick. Her feet would already be off the canvas by the time the tag took place, and Clara was fully committed to the motion for her Dropkick!

And the result was at hand, as she managed to drive the redhead back!

Alice would roll under the bottom rope, and attempt to pull herself onto the apron, as Kristy and GASTER faced off

The Shadow Lord stood prepared to grapple with the shorter of the two Wrongs, allowing her to get up to her feet while the woman made fun off her gimmick:

"Hah! If you were to see me at my best, or even my true face, not just your eyes, not your mind, your very soul would burn!"

Kristy would shoot forwards, and GASTER wouldn't be able to fully react in time as the redhead rammed her fist into the Shadow Lord's gut!

"Gaaaaaagh!"

...but, her hands still went to her stomach, just in time to catch Kristy's fist, for the Shadow Lord to twist it with a Wristlock!

"Kaaah...you...can't escape me...aagh...now!", GASTER would try to say confidentally, even though the punch managed to take a bit of wind out of her...

The girl in the smiley mask was really starting to irritate Kristy. A part of her really wanted to retreat and tag her larger friend in just so GASTER would learn some humility… and maybe some fear, but she decided against it. To run away now would imply that she couldn’t handle someone like GASTER, and Kristy simply thought that was ludicrous. If she couldn’t best some raggedy tomboy looking girl in a mask, then why even bother jumping in the ring? Bridgette shouldn’t get all the fun all the time!

Kristy had no qualms moving in to deliver a swift punch to GASTER’s stomach. Her overall goal was to knock the wind out of her sails and beat on the downed shadow lord while she was out of breath and defenseless. Kristy did not care one bit for a fair fight, and would do just about anything to get an advantage in as early as possible.

Kristy’s speed turned out to be a great asset once again, the red head moving quicker then the masked menace could react and scoring a direct hit on the poor girl, Kristy earning herself a scream and a grim smile crawling across her face.

“Your gaudy outfit already burn my eyes, freak.”

As Kristy moved to retract her fist from GASTER’s stomach, she found she could not. The demon lord had found enough will to grasp onto her foe and hold her tightly, keeping the speedster from retreating to a safe distance. Before Kristy could do anything to get herself free from the situation, GASTER twisted her wrist in a textbook wristlock, Kristy’s wrist erupting in a fiery pain.

“Aaaarrgh! You jerk! I’ll zap the wits out of you when I’m done!”

Kristy struggled in the wristlock, keeping her caught arm from moving too much while she tried to stomp down on GASTER’s feet with her shoe, harming her foe and hopefully freeing the speedy coward.

"Mwahahahaha! There is...ugh...too much knowledge in me to zap...agh...out...AAAAKH!!!"

As GASTER focused on twisting the redhead's arm out of shape...and potentially transitioning into a different hold to damage her arm further, she would suddenly feel a sharp pain at her left foot!

Looking down she saw Kristy's boot digging into it, the speedster trying to escape!

Normally, something like this wasn't enough to escape out of one of GASTER's holds...but already having lack of air in her body from the gut punch significantly weakened her, as her grip got weak enough from the sharp pain to the point of allowing the girl to escape further punishment...

If GASTER really was smarter then she let on, Kristy couldn’t tell, and she didn’t really care to. Right now, the only thing the coward wanted was for the pain to stop, and the only way she could think to do that was to stomp on GASTER’s foot as hard as she could as many times as she could. Kirsty would miss the Shadow Master’s foot a few times, but a few of the stomps found their mark, and it was just enough for her demonic foe to release her burning wrist and free the red head from captivity.

Now being a coward at heart, it was not hard to guess what Kristy was thinking or what she was after once she was free from something that promised to be harmful to her in any degree whatsoever.

“Bridgette!”

The Blue Brute was passively watching the fight like it was paint drying on a wall. Upon hearing her comrade scream, a slight smile and a raised eyebrow was all the response she would get. Put under even the slightest amount of pressure and Kristy would crack. That’s what Bridgette was for, to alleviate any pressure that might try to crush the smaller of the pair. It was clear to anyone who looked at Bridgette that she didn’t consider GASTER to be much of a threat, which seemed to work in the Shadow Lords favor, as she was not making any attempts to reach her reddish comrade.

Kristy was quick to try and dash over towards her ally, but she stumbled a bit, falling to the floor with a light impact. She did not stay still for long, immediately crawling towards her friend, trying to tag her in so she could face this fresh healthy opponent for her.

Stomping on foot was a classy "cheap" move in wrestling, but it rarely got used nowadays. This was one of the first times the Shadow Lord was tricked like this, unable to predict her foe using such a means of escaping her hold.

The problem now, however, was not the stomp. It was that Kristy was trying to reach her bigger friend, in order to snap the Shadow Lord like a twig!

"NO!", she screamed out, dashing a Kristy, who would trip on the ground and attempt to reach her blunette friend. If successful at reaching the redhead, she would grab at her leg to, for now, prevent her from going any further towards her corner!