Bullet Club vs. S.A.S. - Sibling Rivalry

Stirrings about recent talent acquisitions were a routine aspect of the wrestling business nowadays. Online dirt-sheets frequently spread unsubstantiated rumors simply as click bait when the news cycle was low. But one particular bit of wrestling gossip seemed to only get more headway and gather more steam until it was finally reported as being entirely factual by the newsletter of wrestling's most renowned journalist and dispenser of star ranking's for high profile matches, Danise Seltzer. A certain anarchistic tag-team that had been winning championship gold, wreaking havoc and generally running roughshod over every wrestling organization that hired them was now traveling halfway around the world, and bringing their cult-like online following with them...

The trademark assault rifle skull and crossbones illuminated the monolithic screen, the same infamous depiction that was already on the t-shirts of practically a third of the audience members. The merchandising juggernaut that was the name brand of the Bullet Club was already in full effect with this only being the group's inaugural debut, and yet T-Shirt stands were already selling out simply at the mention of the notorious sister's becoming a part of the AFW roster. Grungy guitar riffs and and a flickering light-show of white and black spotlights brought the ecstatic wrestling fanatics out of their seats even before the sisterly pairing made their nonchalant, cool as ice water, sauntering approach through the curtains.

Bullet Club:

The Mackenzie Sister's waltzed out shoulder to shoulder wearing their Bullet Club tees, armbands, splatter painted pants, and heavy duty wrestling boots with blue tassels flickering around as they walked. Dressed identically with sneering, cocky indifference written on their faces, giving off the distinct and disdainful aura of not being one iota thrilled to be there. The pair obnoxiously chewing gum through their casual stroll down the ramp to the deafening cheers of those who followed their exploits in other wrestling organizations. Eventually they hopped up the apron and simultaneously vaulting themselves over the top rope as they continued their stride across the ring to collect their microphones. Mackenzie, the older and more slender of the pair, was about to talk when she noticed her younger sister apparently having back pains. Nikita slouching over with a wincing grimace as she started massaging her lower lumbar...

"Nik...What the hell's the matter with you? We just get here and you're already about to be put on the DL?"

"...nngh..Sorry, Mack....it's just that...well, my back has been KILLING me from having to CARRY ever single wrestling organization that was smart enough to hire the BEST damn thing going on in wrestling today, and by the looks of the piss poor excuse for a wrestling roster, it looks like we'll be having to do more of that here in AFW..."  The rambunctious younger sibling straightened out her back to reveal the facade and stand shoulder to shoulder with her taller sister, both of them brandishing the same arrogant smirk.

"Yeah sorry people, but this ain't 2015 anymore. New management's in office, and they have the good sense to pay the big bucks for the best, of the best. Cause their was no other way we we're gonna take an eight hour airplane ride all the way to Japan and reestablish ourselves all over again unless they flashed that moolah, or yen or whatever the hell it is over here..."

"That's right losers, we're here, and once we start expanding our brand in AFW and spreading the word of The Bullet Club, we're gonna be the ones calling the shots around here. We're the ones who sell the most merch and we're the ones who're gonna be selling out arena's. And seeing as how we're not in the mood yet to be tag-team champions,...Blazing Blizzard...Jesus that's a stupid name...

"I know, right? Doesn't even make any meteorological sense? Sounds more like a shitty cocktail they sell at Applebee's..."

"Anyway, we're going to let Blazing Blizzard enjoy being tag-team champions for now just because Mack and I don't want those things weighing down our waists just yet. So for now, we're gonna start small and squash some no-name talent till we get our feet wet around here. And we're gonna make it look real easy people...cause every...thing...we do...is just...

The Mackenzie sister's threw up the Too Sweet gesture and bounced them off each-other's hand as they waited to see what dorks we're going to be the first ones invited to the Superkick Party.

With Clara and Alice booked to wrestle quite a recent acquisition by AFW, Alice would take a train from Kyoto to join her sister and give the noobies a challenge...

...although, as the sisters were looking at their foes' entrance on the TV, it turned out that they weren't quite "noobies" to the wrestling game. While Clara only heard the name on the forums online, Alice would actually hear the name "Bullet Club" quiet a lot in the locker rooms of a few promotions that didn't have Deathmatch wrestling, mostly getting from the few passed words that the duo were unbelievably cocky.

And sure enough, on the monitor in the locker room, the duo could not have came across as more arrogant even if they tried. Not even a minute on Friction TV, and they were already staking their claim for the tag team belts, as well as insult the two of them as some "no-names"

Clara let out a quiet growl at the insult, while Alice simply laughed it off. She knew she could shove the duo's words into their mouth after they beat them tonight.

And, shortly after the Jackson sisters were done, the Gasters were asked to proceed to the gorilla position for their entrance.

A short while later, darkness would be put over the arena as a lone spotlight shown down on the ramp, with GASTER and Alice making their way down to their theme tune.

The Shadow Lord would maniacally laugh on her way down, whilst the Pale Rider would point her kendo stick around the crowd, before pointing at her foe's in the ring.

Once they were in, GASTER would stare for a moment at their soon-to-be foes, and grabbed the microphone out of the taller sister's arms.

"I will not stand by this disrespect! To call a Shadow Lord a no-name?! How dare thee! You measure your worth in that "moolah" you speak off...but I will make sure your greed is at an end once we are done with you! Mwahahahahahahaha!"

With GASTER done with her promo, she dropped the mic onto the floor. Alice relaxed as she sat down in the corner, finding Clara fusing her frustrations into her character amusing. Still, after a promo like that, her sis was likely more ready to go than she was, so as Clara turned her back to head to her assigned corner to prepare, Alice would start heading onto the ring apron to get ready for the start of the match.

The rambunctious, immature defiance of the delinquent duo earned a fair mix of resentful booing and cheering adulation from those in attendance after having cut their scathing promo. Millennial's and those of a younger generation rallying behind the punkish antics of the anti-authoritarian faction, while veteran wrestling fanatics just found their mischievousness immature and disrespectful. The Bullet Club tending to have this exact type of polarizing reaction in whichever federation they hung up their frilly boots, but it was that exact same contention which gave them buzz amidst the wrestling world. And the sisterly hoodlums took little time in re-establishing that divisive aura after having talked shit about practically the entire Friction roster as well as the Tag-Team champions in practically record time of them stepping into the ring.

The referee gave the club members a brief pat-down before the arena darkened for the other sisterly tag-team's entrance, apathy and disinterest sprawled across the Bullet sisters faces as they simultaneously spat the gum out of their mouths to the side during their entrance. Nikita doing some leg stretches from side to side while Mackenzie limbered up her arms by stretching them across her chest. Alice just looked some reject from a Kung-Fu flick and GASTER was just some sort of weirdo freakazoid in a Halloween mask, a presumption that was emboldened from GASTER snatching the mic out of their hand and cutting her own villainous promo. Mackenzie balking slightly while Nikita wiggled her fingers at the masked Shadow-Lord in mock fear.

"Ohhh...I'm soooo scared...ya got me shaking in my hundred dollar UGG boots, ya Charlie Brown looking weirdo-" Nikita's obnoxious taunting was interrupted by her older sister halting her in mid-rant by placing a hand on her shoulder and whispering something in her ear. Both of them brandishing a sinister smirk as they watched the masked wrestler casually stride back towards her corner...a few seconds before being ambushed from behind by the club members sprinting up to her, twisting her around by her shoulder, and Double-Superkicking the Shadow-Lord right in her chin underneath her mask and clear over the top rope!!! Mackenzie than delivering a swift boot to Alice's stomach to make sure their under-handed attack wasn't reserved just for GASTER.

Neither Clara nor Alice gave much attention to the younger sister's words. GASTER simply loved to be herself, whether her opponents appreciated the act or not...

What Alice took attention with was the older sister - Mackenzie, whispering something to Nikita...but decided to not think much of it...

...and a second later, it would bite her and Clara in the ass.

As the Shadow Lord left her signature hoodie outside of the ring, Clara's head would turn into a double-superkick from the two sisters!

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!", she screamed as she painfully landed on her back outside of the ring:

"Cla------AAAAAAAAAAGH!", Alice would turn around after hearing the sharp sound of the kick and her sister's scream, already preparing her fist to attack the Bullet Club...only for the taller sister to kick her in the gut to double her over!

And as if it couldn't get any worse...

DING DING DING!

The referees definitely had something against her, Clara or both, as the match would once again start with the Gasters on the ropes!

"Chill sis, I think we have ourselves a volunteer to kickoff the party...."

Mackenzie's previously whispered words being all Nikita needed to hear to understand what her sister's intentions were, who to target, and with what particular maneuver. Their dual-minded synergy being one of the key attractions of seeing the Bullet sisters in action as they seamlessly, and in complete synchronization, rocked the jaw of the masked weirdo with clacking reverberations. Sending GASTER tumbling over the ropes with the younger Jackson sister waving goodbye down at her from between the ropes as her older sister delivered a well-timed punt to Alice's breadbasket. The timekeeper started by all the action and simply assuming the match was on as she abruptly rang the bell for the match's commencement.

"Sayonara Shadow Loser!!!" Nikita brattily taunted down at the fallen Shadow-Lord as Mackenzie went about ensuring that Alice wouldn't feel neglected. Mack taking dual handfuls of Alice's scruffy hair and tugging her along towards the middle of the ring before aggressively slotting her head in between the snug confines of her toned legs. The older sister clamping down with her toned thighs to keep Alice complacent while Nikita scurried back into the middle of the ring to get into position in front of Mack. Mackenzie than arching over to wrap her arms around Alice's waist before heaving her upward until she was seated on Mack's shoulders into a powerbomb position and attempt, but with Nikita leaping up and tucking her legs against Alice's spine to transition it into backstabber powerbomb!!

Outside of the ring, Clara was completely shaken by the double Superkick. All she could feel at the moment was how her jaw hurt. Her vision was flashing, her ears were ringing, her movements were slow and slugish. As cameras focused on her fot the moment, the crowd could tell that the Shadow Lord was out of the match for it's foreseeable future.

Meanwhile, Alice got taken by the duo towards the middle of the ring, as Mackenzie dragged her towards the middle by her hair:

"Gaaaaaaah...I swear...the moment I get my chance...both of you are...?!!!"

Still weakened by the kick to her gut, all Alice could do was threaten the duo...while they meanwhile were trying to set up for a big move of some kind. Mackenzie would set the Pale Rider up for a powerbomb, while Nikita leaped up, and dragged her down, the BC hitting Alice with a vicious Backstabber Powerbomb!

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

The crowd was amazed at such a big moved being the first true attack of the match (with the superkick happening before the bell was rung)...and everyone wondered whether the sisters wanted to actually end the match this soon...

Stunned onlookers themselves were having a difficult time keeping track of the rampant chaos unfolding as the Bullet Club zipped around the ring in fluid synergy and teamwork that was regrettably being used for nothing more than rampant cheating and double-teaming. Camera's briefly zoomed in on the shell-shocked GASTER still reeling outside of the ring in swirly-eyed misery and clearly in no position to aid her hardcore sister, who was currently being positioned for a powerbomb before Nikita leapt up for the backstabber portion by driving her bent knees into her spine.

The taller Mackenzie sister than taking no time in sprinting over towards her side of the ring to take her position at their ring corner so as to feign a proper beginning to this match, winking her mischievous smirk down towards a nearby cameraman as she hung her arms loosely over the top rope. Nikita meanwhile would set about flipping Alice over to lay on her back before extending one leg over her opponent and start straddling her while facing Alice's legs. Nikki than firmly tucking one of Alice's legs underneath her armpit while firmly nestling her pert backside atop Alice's swelling chest for the first pin attempt of the match!! "Move your ass and do your damn job!!!" Nikita savagely barked at the confused referee, not knowing who to D.Q. or what to do until she eventually succumbed to the pressure and started the pin count.

"One!!"

With the sister's now done with their early assault on the Gaster sisters, Mackenzie would leave for her teams corner, and the bell would ring...right as GASTER was on the outside, still with dizzying stars in her eyes, while Alice was seemingly taken out with a finisher quality move, right as the younger of the two sisters attempted to get an early pin from the match, as Nikita sat down on Alice's chest and hooked her leg!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THR----NO!"

The pinfall would be broken with effort, but Alice would manage to throw her arm into the air to keep her team in the match!

"Get...the fuck off me...", she would rasp towards Nikita...

Considering that the Jackson Sisters first impressions of the Gaster Sisters were that they were rock bottom scrubs and overall weirdos, it was no surprise that Nikita honestly thought that they had this match in the bag already. So it was with a disgruntled snarl that she found herself slightly unseated from atop Alice after she just barely managed to shoot her hand up with not a second to spare.

"Psh...You're not scaring anyone with the tough girl act, alright? And why don't ya pick an eye color already? Shit doesn't make you look cool." Nikita cheekily quipped while rising back to her feet and walking towards Alice's head. The younger sister elevating Alice up to a seated position before tucking her arm beneath Nikita's armpit for a torso twisting abdominal stretch. And of course, never one to miss an opportunity to show-off a bit of swagger, Nikki flexed her free arm with a cocksure smile while her opponent had her midsection torqued.

"Rrrrghhh..."

Alice, needless to say, was not a fan of the Jackson sisters...not by a long shot. And they were getting even further down in her books by making fun of her eye colour...

The Pale Rider twisted her head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of her corner...but her fears were confirmed when the corner was still empty. Clara did not recover from the Superkick...yet.

She had to hold out on the onslaught from the two sisters, and part of that now was surviivng through a seated abdominal stretch!

"Grrrghhhghhh...god...damnit..."

She bit her lip from the pain in her spine and stomach, feeling as if it was being ripped apart by her foe...

Quickly analyzing the situation, however, she started to realize that her opponent's face was floating dangerously close to her legs.

Alice would do just that, lifting her leg, and attempting to ram it into her foe's head to force her to let her go!