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

Fashion over function was really showing its fangs now. Kristy’s choice of footwear was coming back to bite her in her sharply dressed rear. A slight squeak of fear was all that came out of Kristy as she tripped over herself and bounced off the canvas, only to pop right back up and crawled off like a spider on the floor. Kristy could see her comrade’s passive face, and while Bridgette’s smiling face irritated the red head a little, she knew it meant the Blue Brute was sure GASTER was not an issue. It was a little awkward to know she was being bested by someone who was dressed so strangely, and she really wanted to escape to the sanctuary of her friend.

But GASTER would not allow that, holding onto ankle and keeping her from getting any closer to her friend. Kristy gave her leg a tug, and found she was caught in a tight grip.

“Hey! Let go of me! Watch the skirt! Its worth more than your entire trashy outfit, G-ASS-TURD!”

Kristy thrashed about rather immaturely, flailing ant kicking to try and get out of the masked woman’s grip. The whole ordeal looked like a temper tantrum, even eliciting a dry chuckle from Bridgette, who really was not too far away from the pair.

"Uuugh...n-no! Stop flailing! I won't let you reach your friend!", she would exclaim, as she dragged Kristy towards her corner, the redhead making it exceptionally difficult by flailing about, trying to escape the Shadow Lord's grasp!

"Grrrrrrh...How about this then?"

Angry at the girl resisting, GASTER lowered herself onto her rear, and snaked her legs around the redhead's as she pulled her trapped leg into a hold...

...right before forcing pressure on it as she hyperextended it for a Kneebar!

Even if GASTER told her not to, Kristy still thrashed, kicked, scratched, and pretty much throwing a fit on the ring canvas. The entire ordeal was a complete contrast to the bout Bridgette and Alice mere moments ago. What was once a rough and tough, brutal fight between two violent competitors had devolved into a child’s fight between a spoiled brat and a girl with a wild imagination. Even as GASTER dragged Kristy away, it looked more like siblings bullying one another.

The shadow lord seemed fed up with…whatever Kristy was doing, and somehow managed to get a decent enough hold on her leg. Within seconds, the Dark lord trapped Kristy’s silky-smooth leg in a kneebar, causing the already frantic and groaning woman to shriek like a banshee and thrash as much as she could without endangering her trapped leg.

The obscenities Kristy screamed were the only mature thing about her at that moment, and while the whole thing was comical to an extent, the red head had the wits not to submit quite yet. It seemed she still had the goal to escape to her larger friend, the way she glared at her partner from her trapped position. As soon as GASTER let up on the hold, Kristy would definitely make a break for it and dash towards her best friend! Then revenge will be hers!

"Mwahahahaha! Flail around in agony, before you submit to my shadow-y might!"

With GASTER dominating Kristy, she was getting more and more confident about the match...despite the fact that the brawl between the two ladies was appearing more and more like a childish squabble, even while the hold was locked in...

Still, the redhead was far from ready to submit as she scratched, clawed and dragged her way towards her blue friend, getting closer and closer towards her shared corner and threatening to tag her partner in!

Clara looked to her corner...right as Alice nodded, having the same idea as her sister had.

The moment Kristy's hand was within a millimeter of Bridgette's, the Shadow Lord would release the hold of Kristy's leg, and dash towards her corner, looking to tag her sister back into the match against the the big blunette!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW, OW, OW!”

Even in a situation as dire as having her legs trapped in a hold, Kristy couldn’t find it in herself to stay quiet. She was talkative by nature, and unless circumstanced demanded it, she would likely chatter away all her woes whether someone wanted to listen to it or not.  GASTER was just the closest ear Kristy could complain to, and even if she really didn’t deliver any interesting commentary, Kristy was sure to run her mouth. Her speech seemed to speed up the closer she got to her corner, Bridgette getting closer and closer, though still feeling so very far away.

“Bridgette! I need help!”

The small smile that rested on Bridgette’s hard face didn’t fade even a little. The whole thing seemed so very silly, and it was difficult to take seriously. Still, out of respect for her friend Bridgette did extend a hand to tag in Kristy, if she was able to make it. The yellow eyes seemed to stare at GASTER’s smiling mask with a dispassionate glare. It was clear Bridgette didn’t like her. At least, not her character that she played. Not because she was “evil”, Bridgette worked with a woman who called herself “The Collector” because of her obsession with collecting personal items from her mugging victims, like teeth or family photos. No, the brute really just didn’t care for how scary GASTER tried to be when she leaned closer towards the “cute” department. At least in the mechanics opinion.

Kristy was getting closer and closer towards her objective. She was clearly in distress, but with her goal right in front of her, she hardly slowed in any manner. Right as she was about to touch her friends’ hand, the shadow lord released her and booked it to the other side of the ring. She did it so suddenly that Kristy actually missed Bridgette’s hand, and both of the Wrongs watched her flee in confusion. As soon as Alice was tagged in, however, Kristy my as well have screamed in fear, what with the terrified face she made. Without a seconds hesitation, she tagged her big buddy in and hopped over the ropes to safety, letting the muscle take care of the scary one.

“You again, huh?” Bridgette muttered towards the smaller woman, cracking her fists with a bored glare, “Aren’t you going to let me get acquainted with your friend? Or are we still playing a game with each other?”

The loud cries of pain and help from Kristy let the Shadow Lord know that her hold was doing wonders. Even if the redhead were to tag out, she definitely did a bit of damage to her leg. Her speed wouldn't be an issue when she tags in next time...

And as the redhead almost tagged out, Clara abandoned her grip, and rushed for her team's corner to tag Alice in!

Right as Alice stepped into the ring as GASTER stepped on the apron, Bridgette would do the same. Alice's back still hurt, but nothing compared to the aftermath of the bigger woman's chokeslam:

"Yes we are! Game of "cutting you down to my size"...", Alice would reply to the Blunette, carefully closing the distance between her and Bridgette to not get caught like last time...

...and, once close enough, attempting to raise her leg quickly to nail her with a kick to her gut!

Bridgette tilted her head, wondering exactly how Alice planned on backing up that statement. Comparatively, the two were a real life “David vs Goliath” interpretation. Bridgette had a whole foot and a few inches on her side, packed with muscle power to make this fight even further from fair. As if to put the final nail in the proverbial coffin, Alice still seemed to be wincing from her earlier wounds, keeping a good distance from Bridgette as she looked to be coming up with some sort of plan.

“Hurry up and take out this trash Bridgette! The other one needs her butt whooped and my leg hurts, so you will have to do it!”

Bridgette cast a glance over at her buddy, looking to see if she was standing alright or not. That seemed to be the perfect opening to strike. Alice moved in quick and shot a strong kick right into the pockets of Bridgette’s jacket. The blow impacted heavily on the Brute’s abs and pushed her back a step. The golden glare that came around was one of annoyance and frustration and having been blindsided by someone like Alice.

“Shorty.” Was all Bridgette said in response, wiping the boot print off her jacket passively as she marched forward, looking to close the distance so she could pummel Alice appropriately.

"Heh...how do you like that, you...!"

The punch from Alice barely had any effect. Sure, she pushed Bridgette with a hard punch to her gut...but the woman just shrugged it off as she scarily walked towards Alice, like some sort of Terminator:

"Oh...", Alice would remark as she took a step back away from Bridgette, to make some distance between herself and Bridgette, trying to buy some time to decide on how to take on this particular giantess...

...but as her back would hit the ropes, and as the blunette closed in on her, she had to do something now, or else she would be in for a bad time!

Alice would turn towards the ropes, quickly jumping onto the second one, and quickly bounced off of it, aiming her body to flip into Bridgette to take her down with a La Quebrada!

There were always important factors to consider when facing an opponent. There was height, weight difference, muscles mass, training, and even mentality could come into play if one was facing off against a rather cruel opponent. While Bridgette was far from some of the more psychotic individuals that seemed to plague AFW, she did have the advantage in just about every other factor when pitted against Alice. Bridgette was taller, stronger, heavier, and possibly better trained then the midnight rider. Few honestly though that the scar faced siren could really do too much to affect the blue brute without a weapon of some sort, and that fact was all but confirmed when Bridgette brushed off her attack and simply marched forward.

There was really only so much malice in those gold irises, more annoyance then anything. The mechanic was not one to prolong suffering if she could help it, preferring to get things over with if she had the choice.  Alice hardly seemed to be as dangerous as she pretended to be, at least against someone like Bridgette. The masked girl was far more annoying between the two of them, so Bridgette planned on saving most of her frustration with her, sparing Alice from any gruesome attacks. Bridgette was just going to pound her quick and easy, without any trouble.

At least, that was what she had planned. Instead, Alice decided to retreat quickly towards the ropes in an attempt to escape from Bridgette. At first, the mechanic thought she was tagging her friend in, and actually stopped to wait for a moment and see. Once she realized, Alice was waiting for her, she began forward once again. She didn’t seem too worried about what the small woman had planned…but she hadn’t expected what came next.

The larger woman walked with her hands by her side. Her defense was nonexistent, while her annoyance was at an all time high. Her only thought was to finish Alice and be done, but she did not expect her smaller foe to suddenly jump off the ropes. The girl managed to smack right into her broad chest, knocking the larger woman off balance and actually toppling her over. The impact was enough to shake the ring slightly, as well as get a surprised expression from the red head in the corner. Bridgette moved a hand to rub her head, a scowl on her face because of her skull bouncing off the canvas.

"Yes!", Clara would let out from her corner, seeing her sister's high risk move finding it's mark!

Alice has been wrestling big women in deathmatch promotions for the last couple of years...and you didn't win those matches without knowing a couple of tricks you could apply to a regular wrestling bout.

Namely, if you couldn't chop them down at the bottom, taking them down from the top might work better!

The giantess's fall shook the ring, as the Brit rolled forwards after her attack, smiling from ear to ear, before she immediately rushed towards the giantess. She wouldn't get a better chance to hurt Bridgette than now!

Grabbing at the hurt blunette's arm, she would try to extend it perpendicular to her body...and then hyperextending it, trapping Bridgette in a Cross Armbar!