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

Torquing and elongating her opponent's midsection into crooked angles was a surefire way to keep the pressure on Alice and make doubly sure that the B.C.'s ill-begotten advantage stayed in their favor. And if it just so happened to be the perfect opportunity to show off and cockily posture at their chump opponent's expense...well, who were they to not take advantage of a chance to make them look bad while striking some poses and scoring some badass points?

Nikita doing just that by flexing her bicep with a cocksure, arrogant smirk over her languishing opponent. Cameras flashing and shutters snapping away at the Bullet Club's latest brand of hi-jinks...which regrettably blinded Nikki to the abrupt boot to the front of her face that connected with a resounding thwack. Nikita croaking a bewildered groan before tumbling backward to land on her back, the dizzied B.C. member massaging the point of impact on her noggin while shuffling over to her sides before gradually getting back to her feet...

Given how much over the top posturing and mugging for the camera the Bullet Club perpetrate in almost every single one of their matches, it was a mystery as to how they remembered to keep an eye on the the ball...in this case, the "ball" being their opponent. The short answer being...well, sometimes they didn't. Which was why Nikita was now flat on her ass while massaging her sore nose, and not still in control of the match.

"Jesus lady, watch the moneymaker..." Nikita grumbled out in regards to her self-described good looks while shuffling back to her feet. The solo B.C. member grimacing in pain when, before she knew it, she was being propelled forward and sent bouncing off the ropes back to Alice only to get clocked upside her jaw via Alice's bicep. Nikki recoiled backward with a teeth-gritting cringe from the uppercut that her in a backpedaling stumble until she once more found the ropes. Her ears ringing with one arm draped over the top rope, and the other rubbing her jaw and making sure none of her teeth fillings got knocked loose.

Nikita didn't know what it was with this hardcore loon persistently targeting her movie-star good looks like she had a goddamn bulls-eye painted on her face, but her plea was not entirely unfounded. As the Bullet Club did make a decent chunk of change out of not just their delinquent hijinks, but the merch sales from t-shirts brandishing their smug likeness. So it was too bad that Nikita's smarmy mug was about to take another walloping as she groggily propped herself against the ropes...

...and was pasted with a lunging dropkick that had the younger sister sent tumbling and rolling over the top rope and outside of the ring in general. Nikita took the toppling plummet as best she could, but was still left splayed out and in a rattled stupor until she happened to turn her head towards the ring...and immediately rolled herself under the ring apron, and seemingly disappearing by the time Alice would get to that side of the ring.

Mackenzie watched on from her corner while clenching the tassel from the ring post as she watched her younger sister do what she does best...worry and irritate her older sibling. Nikita taking one clobbering strike after another until she was sent careening over the ropes before scurrying underneath the ring. Once Alice made the wise decision not to pursue Nik and instead began attending to her masked sister, Mack would turn her head down at her side and begin barking at apparently no one. "You can come out now, you big baby...you really blew our lead, you know that? I knew I should have gone first..."

Nikita shoved the ring apron out of her way before than crawling out from underneath and standing up, brushing off dust and grime from her B.C. shirt while grimacing back up at her sister. "Oh shaddup...she got a few lucky hits in is all. Now are we doing this or not?!" Nikita bitterly growled out as her older sister smirked and slipped through the ropes, with her sister joining soon afterward. After a few seconds of psyching themselves up and building the audience's anticipation, The Jackson Sisters would simultaneously sprint forward and nimbly vault over the top rope for an attempted dual moonsault plancha onto both Gaster siblings.

Whereas Bullet Club were bitterly quarreling with one another on the outskirts of the ring, the S.A.S. seemed to be showcasing a more genuine sisterly affection. It was a polar opposite contrast with how sister's can interact and show concern with the other's well-being, and one that would come into colliding contact with one another as the Jackson sisters showcased more of their trademark reckless abandon by leaping over the top ropes in perfect sync.

The raven-haired duo barreling over the masked sister who ended up taking the full brunt of the high-flying impact and being once again laid out by a two pronged assault...though this time it was unintentional. Both Jackson sisters shuffling off of GASTER with a slight wince, only just than noticing Alice not splayed out alongside her sister...a slight moment of confusion leaving the B.B. open to reprisal from behind...