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

The momentum fueled comeback train was barreling onward in favor of the Gaster sister getting her long overdue comeuppance against the Bullet Club members who, via their jaw-smashing superkicks, may have knocked even more screws loose in the masked cranium of the intergalactic overlord. Mackenzie feeling the full brunt of GASTER'S tyrannical wrath before she suddenly started feeling her legs being bent and criss-crossed in ways they were never meant to before being interlocked with the masked menace.

"GrrrAGH!!! YOU HALLOWEEN MASK WEARING, CHARLIE BROWN REJECT!!!" Mack snarled out from behind her gnashing teeth. Once the submission was applied she bolted up to a seated position while propped on her palms, periodically lifting her butt off of the canvas to alleviate the stress from from the excruciatingly painful knot her legs were tied into. The muscles in her thighs being strained with knee joints not feeling any better.

"I'll show ya misery, ya intergalactic goofball..." Nikita muttered under her breath throughout her climbing ascension, all thanks to the Bullet sister utilizing one of the oldest referee distraction tricks in the wrestling book. Perched atop her corner turnbuckle and with little time to waste, the nimble B.C. member took to the sky with several flipping rotations for a high-flying 450 splash attempt of La Femme Nikita upon the unknowing Gaster sister.

"Mwahahaha! This pain is just a tiny fraction of my wrath you incurred upon yourself, foolish mortal!", GASTER would triumphantly respond to her rival's insult, Mackenzie trying whatever she could in order to alliviate the pain...but all worthless. The two were quite a bit away from the ropes...for a moment, the masked chuuni believed that her brief time in the match would yield her team the victory!

But just as she thought that, she heard the crowd making a noise of anticipation, right as something moved in the corner of her eye:

"Wha-----AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!"

And a millisecond later, the semi-laying down Shadow Lord was squashed by a bigger woman as Nikita came from a top rope, and nailed her with a beautifully executed 450 Splash!

GASTER's legs untangled from Mackenzie's as she rolled herself into a ball, hugging her stomach...as Alice would loudly scream: "SHIT!", punching the turnbuckle, ref's attention getting back on the match as she came to admonish the Bullet Club sisters...

Perilous acrobatics, suicide dives, bratty attitudes, and impeccably timed superkicks weren't the only definable attributes of the Bullet Club sisters. Beneath all of that excess flash was a solid team dynamic and a natural sense for reading their opponents. Nikita knowing full well that as soon as she started making movements to interfere, GASTER'S hot-headed sister would be jumping the gun and start coming to the rescue. Prompting the referee to admonish her first, and inadvertently gift Nikita the distraction necessary to interfere in the first place. Classic Jackson Sisters shenanigans.

Nikita rolling herself under the bottom ropes before crawling upon the ring apron back to her corner, winded from the splash but knowing full well that she to be there for her older sister to tag out. Mackenzie crawling back towards their ring corner with a sluggish pace before doing just that, making Nikita the legal sister. Who than wasted little time in entering the ring and scampering towards the huddled GASTER before grabbing the back of her legs and leveraging her over herself into a matchbook pinning predicament. An embarrassing one too given GASTER'S legs were spread wide with Nikki's crotch nestled against the galactic despot's rump.

"1!"

Nikita would quickly scamper off of GASTER to avoid referee's admonishment as the Shadow Lord hugged herself into a ball. Her body hurt from the splash, and as the adrenaline rush from her earlier tag out subsided, the ache in her skull would let itself known as well. Groaning, she heard her sister's voice from ringside:

"Clara, tag!"

She didn't even question the command, rather, crawling towards the source of the voice...with her movements incredibly sluggish and slow, making her easy pickings for the now tagged in Nikita.

Within 3 seconds of the younger Jackson sister tagging in, GASTER would have her legs grabbed, and swiftly folded for the matchbook pin, Nikki promptly pushing her entire body over the Shadow Lord's legs to keep her opponent folded...in addition to making a cheesecaking shot for the cameras.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

THRE--NO!"

GASTER attempted to kick out, but found severe difficulty in the task, the 450 and the earlier head attacks taking more out of her than she thought. Instead, the pin was broken up by the rushing Pale Rider, as Alice made a beeline for Nikita to kick her off of her sister!

Never one to miss an opportunity to tack on some smutty mind-games along with her actual in-ring rambunctious, Nikki serviced the fans with literal fan-service in a risque pinning position that heaped both GASTER'S and Nikki's combined weight upon the fallen shadow-lord's neck and shoulders. Nikki not expecting the jigging bounce that came with nuzzling their rumps together, the brattish sister wondering if the galactic despot was hiding more than just her face from the world as she blew a brattish kiss down at the compressed shadow lord in a pin attempt that was broken up by a swift kick from out of nowhere.

"Hggh...c-c'mon ref, do your job!!! She's been cheatin all damn day!!!" Nikita bitterly snarled out at the referee after taking a tumbling roll off of GASTER, prompting the stressed out referee to usher Alice back to her side of the ring in an up-hill battle to get this match back under control. But once Alice had her back to the center of the ring, Nikki would wave the signal for Mackenzie to make her move. Mack sprinting from being slumped in her corner to leap atop Alice shoulders from behind, squeezing her thighs tightly before propelling herself backward to cram the top of Alice's head into the canvas in a reverse frankensteiner!!

GASTER's mind was dashing about trying to escape, and to a lesser extent, completely embarassed about her's and Nikita's rears firmly pressing against each other, punctuated by the cute younger Jackson sibling blowing the kiss at the Shadow Lord.

Soon enough, however, the Shadow Lord was freed from the fanservice-y pin, courtesy of her sister!

"Hello pot, I am kettle!", Alice quipped at Nikki's claim of her cheating all day in comparison to the Bullet Club. Her sister slowly tried to find her footing, while the Pale Rider chose to help her sister in the ring slightly, lowering down in order to reach Nikki's hair to pull her up and deliver punishment on the younger Jackson sister...

...only for her head to be seized from behind.

From there, it was a split second trip for her skull from her feet onto the ground as Mackenzie nailed her head with a Reverse Frankensteiner!

"AAAAGH!", Alice screamed, grasping her hurting head. GASTER, seeig her sister in pain, would gasp in shock, and attempt to stand up faster, to little success...

Pleading for the lawful enforcement of the rules and the sanctity of fair play from the Bullet Club of all people was indeed bordering on being the very definition of hypocritical. But the conniving pairing had somehow managed to keep their hands relatively "clean" during these last few engagements, at least in the eyes of the bewildered referee. Who was visibly overwhelmed from all of the interference being perpetrated left and right, her head spinning to the point of baffling confusion as to who to chastise or who was even the legal competitor anymore. The blistering pace of the match continuing onward as Mackenzie hustled over to GASTER to dig her hands into her scraggly pony-tailed hair and tugged the Shadow Lord back to her feet but at a hunched over stance.

"Sorry Charlie, s'all over but the crying!!! Whatsay we make this a highlight of the dirt sheets tomorrow and give you the Official Bullet Club christening!!!" Mackenzie cruelly bellowed with a malicious smirk right into GASTER's mask before hoisting and twisting the despot topsy-turvy into a typical piledriver position, the older Bullet sister cranking down on the waist-lock with her head firmly nestled between GASTER's snug thighs. Unbeknownst to her, Nikita was scurrying to the outside ring apron throughout all of this. And once the stage was set, Nikki would springboard off the top ropes with reckless abandon into several spinning flips for the patented aided piledriver known as The Bullet Driver. Nikita's downward momentum ensuring that this finisher had more bang for it's buck.

"N-no...Alice...AAAH!", GASTER yelped as her ponytail was pulled at by Mackenzie, the older Jackson sister forcing the Shadow Lord up while the Pale Rider writhed in pain not too far, with the ref, fed up with the wild pace in the match, still took her time to check on the small Brit.

And that gave Bullet Club all the time in the world to set up for their final maneuver. Mackenzie, belittling GASTER, would flip her upside down for a Piledriver, the tired, still semi-dazed from the earlier assault masked chuuni knew that this wouldn't be just this simple.

And indeed, while invisible to her, Nikitawould jump off the ropes, flipping in mid-air for more momentum to help her sister nail the Bullet Driver, crashing GASTER's head into the ground.

The already aching Shadow Lord would flop lifelessly onto the canvas, eyes glazed over under her mask as she sucked in air, gazing at the lights above as they split and merged together, crowd fully aware that GASTER was done...although her sister was slowly coming to from her own skull crunching maneuver...

Excelling at a tandem offensive in total synchronization and at a frantic pacing was indeed The Jackson Sister's trademark style, and was the defining trait that made them shine amongst the roster of any indie wrestling federation they frequented. Along with their youthful arrogance and cocky smarm, all of which were being demonstrated for the AFW faithful as they degraded the Masked Gaster sister before spiking her cranium downward from their trademarked Bullet Driver TM* piledriving finisher.

Mackenzie soldiering back up to her feet and exhaustively striding over towards the referee while Nikita scampered upon the fallen chuuni to nestle her petite rump atop GASTER's surprisingly supple boobs. A tugging of the referee's collar from Mack informed the official of the pin attempt going on across the ring. To which she scurried over towards as fast as she could, wisely leaving Alice in Mack's attentive care...meaning the elder Jackson sister stomped and stomped down upon the hardcore Gaster sibling before nudging and rolling her out of the ring. A securely adjusted schoolgirl pin by Nikki wouldn't be complete without her leveraging her legs onto GASTER's shoulders, and a flexing of her biceps with a snarky smile for the cameras at ringside.

"1!"

"2!!..."

As Alice came to, she saw Mackenzie over her, and saw the ref getting over to the other side of the ring. There was no doubt in her mind, a pin was taking place on the other side of the ring against her sister! She had little over 3 seconds to react!

And luck would not be on her side, a sudden kick hitting her already hurting body!

Kick after kick came from Mackenzie's side, eventually ending with her kicking the Pale Rider out of the ring.

"...fuck...", Alice muttered inbetween pained grunts, knowing that it was up to Clara to escape now...

And the Shadow Lord, needless to say, was in no way, shape or form, fit to kick out. Barring a few cheers for the cheesecake-ie position Nikita set the Shadow Lord into, the boos were firmly raining their way as the referee counted down the last fall...