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

“C’mon Bridgette! You can’t let her do that to you! Its embarrassing for the both of us! Grab that little freak and toss her into the next hemisphere so we can win already!”

It was always a treat to see how brave Kristy could be when it was not her neck on the line. Bridgette simply flashed her a quick glance while continuing to rub the bump on her head. She would do what was asked of her in time. Right now, Alice came off as something closer to an annoyance rather than a threat, and the mechanic was not going to lose her cool over something so incredibly petty as getting knocked over.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your dress in a bunch.”

Bridgette was beginning to sit back up when she felt her left arm snag on something. At first it felt like a strange clamp, or rope…but it started pulling backwards, pulling her arm back in a way it was not supposed to bend. It did not take long for the larger woman to figure out Alice’s treacherous plan and what exactly she was doing.

The cross armbar hurt…quite a bit so, actually. Despite Bridgette’s resistance, Alice was like a small metal bar, strong and unbreakable. Sadly, she seemed unaware that Bridgette possessed two arms, and was capable of using both. While the left one was getting damaged, the right one moved to grasp at Alice’s legs and try to pry them apart. Bridgette was clearly hoping to loosen the hold so she could break free easily.

As Alice was fully in control, she hoped to damage the giantess's arm enough for it to be the blunette's biggest weakness going forward in the match. She wouldn't be able to punch with it, nor apply holds as efficiently, nor lift her up for a slam without having to go through an unbearable pain...meaning SAS would remain in control going forward...

Only problem? Bridgette was far from ok with that proposition.

Her right arm latched onto the Pale Rider's legs, trying to unhook them from her trapped arm to more effectively break the hold!

"Crap!", the Brit cursed. She had 2 options now. Abandon the hold now, and hope damage was done...

...or keep the hold in, and try and keep it in by any means necessary to guarantee that her foe's limb would be next to useless, even if Bridgette might counter and punish Alice severely for the hold...

Being a gambling woman, Alice went for the latter option, unhooking her legs from around Bridgette's arm, to kick away at both her arm and her chest, to discourage the woman from resisting the hold!

Alice’s hold wasn’t a bad one, if Bridgette was being honest. The larger woman might question the intelligence in using it against someone that was practically twice her size. Honestly had it been against someone like Kristy there was no doubt there would be massive damage to the limb in question and it would probably be useless for the rest of the match. But at the rate Alice was going, she may as well have been a small child trying to bend and break a thick three stump.  There were spikes of pain…but Bridgette’s arm was not going anywhere it did not want to.

The maniacal mechanic went to work prying Alice’s legs away from her arm. It was not an easy task despite her immense strength. The angle was awkward, and what little of Alice was basically was corded muscle. Prying her legs apart was like trying to pull apart some weird bear trap with only one hand.

But Bridgette would not get the chance to pull Alice off, as the pale rider unhooked her legs willing so that she could deliver a flurry of kicks to Bridgette’s. The kicks were surprisingly painful, Alice’s hard heels smashing into her breast and ribs with enough force to actually make the Brute wince a bit. Her free arm moved to defend the side under siege, but once again the hold made it awkward.

Deciding that it was ultimately useless to try and defend herself anymore, Bridgette decided to try and tank the hits and power on through to get to Alice. Her free arm lashed out, looking to grab any part of Alice she could. As soon as she snagged something, the hard part could begin.

Using her trapped arm, Bridgette snagged onto Alice’s smiley faced top, getting a firm grip before starting to pull her over. The Brute also began to roll over, carrying Alice with her in an attempt to smash her onto the floor, using her own arm as something like a catapult, with Alice as the solid cargo. If her plan worked, the pale rider would be crushed against the floor with a heavy slam.

Despite Alice's efforts, ultimately, Bridgette's limb was just too big to make a significant effect on the woman, certainly not enough to hurt her in the long run...

That said, Alice's counter to the blunette's counter to break her hold was yielding results, as Bridgette winced and let out pained sounds as she rammed her legs into the giantess's chest.

However, with one hard jerk towards Alice, Bridgette's big hand would snag onto the Pale Rider's T-Shirt!

"Ah! Let me go, you...!!!"

With Alice caught, Bridgette would proceed to use both her trapped and free hand, in addition to a rolling motion of her body, to practically rip Alice off of her arm, sending her flying onto the hard floor in the middle of the ring!

"AAAH! Shit...", Alice cursed at both her hurt back...and failed offense, still not managing to land a hard attack on the woman beyond her earlier high-flying offense...

As Bridgette rose, so did Alice, albeit slower, holding her hurt spine with her hand as the giantess threateningly towered over the Brit...

Bridgette would have never guessed someone so tiny could do so much damage to a limb. It wasn’t enough to achieve the pale rider’s goal of taking the limb out of the equation, but it certainly was sore. The pain in the large woman’s arm flared up as she began to rise from the floor. The pain made the Brute wince a bit, but not much more than that. Soon, Bridgette would be standing at her full height, looking down on a wounded Alice with an impersonal glare.

“Nice try. Hate to see what you would do to Kristy, honestly.”

Bridgette’s good arm began to reach over towards her foes head, grabbing a handful of her black hair and tugging it towards her. As she did so, her massive knee came barreling towards her stomach, threatening to smash into her abs like a sledge hammer.

“Ha! You two thought you could stand a chance against my big buddy? When she’s through with you two, they are going to need to bring a mop to clean you two off the rings floor!”

As cruel as Kristy sounded, Bridgette honestly had no interest in tearing her opponents apart for pleasure. The faster and the cleaner, the better it was for the blue brute.

"Aaaagh!", Alice winced as her short hair was pulled at. With her offence failing, Bridgette was going to make sure that the momentum of the match swung firmly into the Wrongs' direction...

...and that started with a massive knee strike right into the Brit's Stomach!

"GUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!! KAAAGH!", Alice loudly coughed out, the strike being strong enough to drive all of the air out of her body!

If Bridgette kept a hold of the Pale Rider, Alice would practically be deadweight in the big blunette's hands...while if she let her go, Alice would fall lifelessly to the floor, clutching her hurt stomach...

“Hmm…”

The crowd seemed to cringe as Alice was lifted off the ground to go along with Bridgette’s knee. The poor girl looked as if she was about to hurl after taking such a violent blow to the stomach, and seeing her clutch her stomach as the behemoth that was Bridgette clung to her hair mercilessly made many in the audience begin to cheer on the pale rider. The crowd shouted and cheered, crying to Alice, telling her to fight through the pain and break away from the blue monster that kept her in her powerful grasps. Bridgette glance towards the audience, but her face remained a solid wall of stone, unfeeling and cold.

In the sea of cheers for Alice and jeers for Bridgette, the larger woman simply turned around and dragged her prey towards her corner. With a quick heave, Bridgette would toss Alice into her teams’ corner, being careful to avoid Kristy. The force would be enough to shake the ring, and earn a quick giggle from Kristy.

“Not so tough now, are you? No one can beat Bridgette! Especially not you two low level cosplayers! Maybe if you beg me to, I can convince Bridgette to take it easy on you two~”

Of course, the larger of the wrongs didn’t bother to wait for Alice to comply or not. She wound her arm back, looking ready to knock Alice’s head off with one violent, forceful punch! She didn’t seem to be concerned with missing, which meant if she missed, she would likely overstep and lose her balance.

After the hard, hammer-like shot to her stomach, Alice was simply a putty in Bridgette's hands, the lack of air in her body leaving her unable to fight back against the bigger woman, as Clara looked on with concern on her face, wishing on her sister to fight back against the Wrongs, and tag her in, even if she was still afraid to face Bridgette...

And the crowd shared Clara's feelings, cheering the Pale Rider on to fight back against the Blunette and the Redhead!

But sadly, Alice would simply be launched into the Wrongs' corner with momentous force, bouncing off the turnbuckles as she sat down, grasping her burning spine as Kristy gloated about the reversal of fortunes, telling Alice to beg for mercy if she wanted to be spared off of Blunette's onslaught...

...only for Bridgette's hand to come crashing down at her anyway!

However, with one quick motion, Alice would manage to roll right under her foe's hand, and right onto the middle of the ring, Bridgette missing her hard shot!

"Alice, tag!", her sister shouted with an outstretched hand. The younger Gaster expected to drag herself to the corner quickly, finally getting herself some much needed rest...

...but her movement was sluggish, the knee to her gut taking a ton more than she expected, resulting in the Pale Rider moving barely fast enough for her foe's to not catch up with her!

Bridgette had put quite a bit of power into her strike, so when the pale rider disappeared underneath her hand at the last moment, there was little the brute could do to retain her balance, her entire body weight trailing behind the punch and tilting her off her feet. The large woman stumbled into her own corner, bumping her shoulder against the metal and giving her companion a decent scare as she was practically thrown off the ring.

“Ack! Bridgette! Watch where you are going! You could have hit me!”

“Sorry…didn’t expect that is all.”

Rubbing her shoulder a bit, Bridgette turned to see her foe crawling away towards her sister at a rather sheepish pace. No matter how much she clawed her way towards the masked fool, she only seemed to get inches closer, giving Bridgette plenty of time to give chase. Each step the blue brute took seemed to shake the ring, letting the Pale Rider know what what was coming for her.

Bridgette reached out to snag onto the retreating woman, looking to grab her skull in order to smash it to the ring’s canvas. Bridgette was far from speedy, and it would be a coin toss if Alice would find salvation or not.

"God...damnit...", Alice grit her teeth, continuing to drag herself to her corner. The match was going out of control for the SAS. Alice was more than hurt by Bridgette's antics...and now, she had to claw her way to Clara to tag her in, when her sister would, more than likely, have more problem with the blunette giantess while she rested.

Hope started to leave the small Brit as she heard her foe's loud steps approaching her, with Alice's hand just a meter away from her sister's...

"Alice!"

...as she was unable to stop Bridgette from smashing her head into the canvas!

Alice let out a loud groan as Clara audibly gasped:

"N-no!"