Tag Match: East Side-West Side vs The Unrightable Wrongs!

The Unrightable Wrongs vs East Side-West Side!
Tag Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Verbal Submission, Count Out, Ring Out.
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Once again, the blasted rules of AFW were twisting Miranda’s arm in order to act in the benefit of numerous, clueless fools. Why is it that every time she was starting to really progress with her work, someone, be it the federation or the Blood Ties, called for her attention like mewling babies? It was...delaying, to say the least. Thankfully, she had hired workers for this exact reason. Bridgette and Kristy were her natural go to grunts. They seemed to enjoy these types of fights, but most importantly, they played the part well. Kassidy was too much of a loose cannon to be let off the leash and Brook was inexperienced in this form of combat. There was no telling what they would do. Bridgette and Kristy were controlled, loyal...They did their jobs well enough to be Miranda's most trusted employees.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when it was Bridgette and Kristy that walked out of the entry ramp.



Rather then the flashy, extensive opening they usually had, only the music of the Unrightable Wrongs would play over the arena speakers. Both women were in clear view, with Kristy looking herself over in a mirror before flashing a sinister smirk towards a camera. Bridgette, the imposing muscle of the pair, simply gave a nasty glare towards anyone who dared to try and speak with them. Some audience members reached for high fives, but most of them retracted when Bridgette gave them a cold glance.


“C’mon, Bridgette! Smile a bit. We have a rather special match today.”

The mischievous redhead snickered to herself as she jumped through the ropes of the arena with just a single leap. Bridgette was not capable of such a feat, and had to climb in behind her partner.

“Special? How so?”

“Oh, it’s simple! The team we are facing? I dug into them...They’re a bunch of newbies! Total scrubs! I couldn’t find a lick of them on any wrestling sites! They won’t know what hit them!”

The maniacal mechanic watched as her tiny partner bounced around excitedly, happy that today’s fight was supposedly a walk in the park. Bridgette wasn’t so sure about such things, but Kristy’s optimism was always refreshing. If she thought that these foes were easy newcomers, who knew? Maybe they would be. So long as they had fun, what was the harm?

Bridgette would pull her hammer out from her belt, a nasty smile spreading across her face as Kristy checked her makeup one final time in preparation for the coming fight.

“Then I guess we get to take our time crushing them under our feet!”