SS21 Tag championship - Bullet Club (c) vs Heavenly White Army

Match Type: Tag Match
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Shuri and Asuka were getting ready for tonight's match up. And boy it was a big one! The duo were scheduled to face the current Friction tag champs at Summer Splash! Overall they were pretty nervous ever since the match had been officially announced. This would be their first time challenging for a title. Also, there was also the fact that out of all the Army members, Shuri and Asuka had the worst relationship. Now they didn't hate each other! They got along pretty well. But at the same time, they had a bit of a history when it came to butting heads and exchanging blows.

Their personalities just tended to clash at times. The worst of which resulted in the groups break up years ago. Tonight they were determined to stay on the same page, though! This was their big shot, and neither woman would let emotions ruin it for them. Already dressed in their white leotards, boots, and other white colored apparel, the two women would walk through the halls to make their entrance. Neither spoke a word the whole way. Their nerves kept them dead quiet as they focused everything on the match ahead.

Shuri Kimura:

Asuka Matsui:

The women would burst out on stage with music blasting in the background. With Asuka waving to the fans to pump herself up before the match, even the Shuri would join in as she raised her fist in the air and shout towards the crowd. The hot headed woman rarely got too involved with the crowd. She always got self conscious about it and ended up blushing awkwardly. She hated that too, since fans seemed to love seeing this flustered, cuter side more than her normal self. Right now both women were confident and looked ready for a rumble! Making their way down the ramp, the ladies would roll right in under the bottom rope before preforming a pair of simultaneous kip ups onto their feet. The fans cheered at their athletic display. Taking a few last moments, they'd climb up onto the middle ropes of two separate corners. Asuka would flex her muscular biceps as she showed them off to the crowd. While Shuri would point at a camera and shout out "F*** your dumb guns!", apparently taking a preemptive shot at their opponents the champs before both of them got down and met back up in their corner.

"We got this." Asuka would say, giving her teammate a pat on the back as encouragement.

"Heh...well of course we do!" Shuri chuckled back trying to sound overconfident. Chuckling at her teammates' usual boldness, Asuka would nods and get her head in the right mindset as they waited for the champs to arrive.

The jig was up, relatively speaking. The Bullet Club sisters were officially set to defend their tag-team championship belts on a PPV since first scoring them off of Blazing Blizzard many moons ago. A veritable lifetime of having not put their cherished trophies up for grabs on one of AFW's more prestigious events, which was all by design of course. Nikita and Mackenzie having mastered the subtle art of conveniently timed false injuries and corporate loopholes to the point where they'd exhausted every iota of the GM's goodwill and threats of "abdication" were being flung around. Ah well, twas a smooth free ride while it lasted. But the sisters knew they couldn't subsist off of corporate perks forever, not when the Number One ranked Tag-team started knocking on their door. The siblings therefore deciding it's time they dusted off their tasseled boots, slipped on their Bullet Club merch, and knocked right the fuck back.

Gangstah Shit...:

Bullet Club~...:

The audience seeing fit to stand at attention and whip out their smart phones as the specialized tag-team entrance theme of the self-proclaimed rock-stars of the wrestling world started rocking out of the speakers. Except what came out from behind a specialized entrance right beside the curtains was a Ford Model V8 car straight out 1920's Chicago, two sharply dressed stagehands dressed as gangsters riding right alongside it. Brandishing Tommy guns and mugging for the audience as they were driven down to ringside, when the Original Gangstahs themselves came out from behind the curtains back up the ramp. Decked out in the same crime apparel with fetching top-hats and tag-titles strapped around their waists. Afterward firing their mock Tommy guns into the air to signal the firing off of pyrotechnics and several cannons shooting off into the air thousands of fluttering fake dollar bills brandishing the mugging faces of the Jackson sisters. Perfectly complimenting their crime themed entrance spectacle as they started confidently sauntering down the ramp, jaw-jacking into nearby camera-lenses with smarmy grins as they strolled past parked car. Simultaneously climbing the steel stairs and hopping over the top ropes in perfect sync. They'd approach the middle of the ring and stare down H.W.A., unbuckling their title belts and raising them high above their heads as they started talkin that smack.

"Feast yer eyes a great white doofus', cause you ain't gettin no closer to these title belts this night, or any other night for that matter!!!"

"Shoulda brought your two-ton leader, girls. Might've actually stood a chance than~..."

Asuka and Shuri watched as the current champs came out and made their way to the ring. The duo came out in an old-looking car. Sadly, neither of the challengers understood the reference. None of the HWA members watched American gangster movies. The closest they ever came to mob movies was the latest season of Jojo's bizarre adventure. And they were dressed waaaaay differently than these girls. When they finally got in the ring, it didn't take long for the champions to piss of their challengers.

The first thing they did was taunt their opponents by calling them great white doofuses. Then, the other sister said they should've brought Himeko...of course they referred to her as their 'two ton' leader.

"Hmmph! It's cowardly to make fun people when they're not around. Besides...REAL champions bite before they bark..." Asuka retorted, getting agitated by the remarks their opponent's made.

"HAH! What do you expect, Asuka? These two might have the belts...but they're really just a couple of vultures squawking like they're two big, bad wolves! Himeko would just sit on you punks until you were crying uncle~!" Shuri shot back as she pointed at the tag champs mockingly. Being easy to rile up, the hot head wasted no time as she barked right back at the cocky sisters.

"Mind if I start things off? I'd like to crush these two 'bottomfeeders' before you kick their blocks off..." Asuka would ask the fiery woman beside her. "Fine. You can slam them some before I stomp them flat." Shuri replied, before giving the buff woman a smack on the ass and stepping out through the ropes. Barely flinching as Shuri slapped her strong ass for some extra encouragement, Asuka would simply crack her knuckles as she prepared to start things off in their match against the champs...

The historical significance of the Bullet Sister's extravagant entrance was somewhat lost on the duo as well since the idea mainly stemmed from Gangster movies that current Hollywood tended to embellish for cinematic effect. They could list their favorite gangster from those turbulent times in Chicago, but asking them in depth questions will just leave them staring blank-eyed at you. Seeing as how they were born and raised in Los Angeles with parents who were a part of the entertainment business, they seamlessly became cinephiles growing up and as a result were downright obsessed with the glitz and glamour that comes from being A-rank movie stars. Regrettably their acting skills were C-rank, at best. But what they lacked in being able to cry on cue, they made up for by leaving their opponents crying after robbing them of title belts with dynamic superkicking precision and high-flying flair that's put them at the top of the game.

"Woooooo~...I'm SO scared of yer lardass of a leader~... I'm quakin in mah tassled boots over here~..." Nikita immaturely mocked while wiggling her fingers at the HWA members, wisely doing so from out of arm's reach as she sauntered back to their corner alongside her older sister. Mackenzie having won the thumb war earlier backstage and would therefore be taking the lead this time around. The title belts being handed off to the referee, except a cock-eyed Nikita would catch the spanking thwack that Shuri imparted upon Asuka...and opted to do the same. Nikita sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth as she smacked the supple backside of her older sister.

"WHATTHA!!! Hell was that?!" Mackenzie yelped aloud after jolting up to her tip-toes, afterward turning around to glare in befuddlement at her sister as she palmed her stinging derriere. "Iunno. I saw them do it, thought it might get you pumped up. I figured maybe we could start smacking each-other around or sumthin..." Nikki explained with an innocent shrug of her shoulders before being ushered back to her corner and between the ropes by the referee. A flummoxed Mack huffing out a deep breath and beginning to approach Asuka, circling the ring alongside before going for what looked like a lock-up, but would be an attempted arm-wringer once she managed to clasp onto her adversary's wrist.

Asuka watched as her opponent's imitated went and imitated Shuri by slapping her sister's ass. However, unlike the white lioness, said sister did not stay as composed. Instead, Mackenzie swung around and started barking at her teammate for smacking her ass outta nowhere. Shuri, of course, couldn't help laugh out loud as she watched from the sidelines. Pointing at the corner, the hot head was cracking up hysterically while shouting at the sister due.

"HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Look at them! Acting all high and mighty until someone gets spanked! HAAAAH! I could have smacked your ass with a block of wood and get less of a reaction that that sissy! Haha! Go get em' gorilla girl!" the woman shouted before smacking the legal fighter's back three times to send her off. Asuka didn't think things were as funny as her teammate...but she had to admit, it was a little funny. A small smile crept across her lips as she raised her arms with her hands open. Walking towards Mackenzie, Asuka would keep herself crouched as she prepared herself to grapple with the champ as she searched for openings. As the other woman scanned her right back, they would move around, circling each other before making their move.

It was almost impossible to tell which of them moved first, but without warning the two fighter's sprang into action as they locked up with one another. Asuka could have tried to overpower the woman right away, however, facing a champ meant she had to use her head. And not just to hit their opponent's...which was regretfully an actual tactic the HWA practiced at the behest of Himeko & Shuri's insistence.

Instead, Asuka would attempt to stand her ground against her opponent to judge her strength. To the lioness, Mackenzie was fairly strong. Nothing extreme but more than most athletes her build. Of course Asuka could guess that this woman was less about brute strength and more about cunning and skill. The woman seemed to prove her assumption when she went for an arm-wringer. Attempting to twist the lioness's arm, Asuka would have found herself in a tricky position if not for her own reflexes / power. Just as Mackenzie had her leaning forward while twisting her buff arm at a painful angle, Asuka would respond by turning her body along with the angle she was being bent at. That way, she could straighten herself out before going for a counter attack. If things went right, then Asuka would attempt to hold onto Mackenzie's arm tightly before suddenly turning her body while yanking on the trapped limb. That way she could throw Mack over her shoulder with an arm throw before slamming the champ down on her back! It would be the perfect position to go for another attack. But Asuka was playing the long game. So instead of capitalizing, Asuka would instead stand in place so the champ could get up on her own.

Without even needing to look, she could hear Shuri laughing out loud in the background. The woman was laughing at the champ's expense of course. She really was a loud mouth. Staring down at Mackenzie, Asuka's message was crystal clear. Champions or not, she was gonna toss these girls all over this ring if they continued to look down on the HWA. "Are ara..." Asuka would say with a rather amused look on her face. Then, with a single chuckle, the lioness would continue in her native tongue. "From up here...it looks like I'm the one who actually-stands-a-chance..." Asuka would say, taunting the champion with her own trash talk. The buff woman made sure to speak in English as she used Mackenzie's own words against her. She was pretty sure she spoke Japanese a little, but dumbing it down for the tag champ made it seem even more insulting as she spoke down at her. And for the cherry on top, Asuka would add extra emphasis as she taunted the cocky champion. Which earned a huge laugh from Shuri, who was being ignored by her teammate by this point.

Mackenzie swears that sometimes her little sister is too rambunctious for her own good. Ninety percent of the time they're typically on the same bandwidth in regards to their nefarious trickery and juvenile chicanery, but sometimes Nikki's compulsiveness takes matters just a skosh too far and crosses some boundaries. Mackenzie recalls one time when they were children where she had to reel her sister in and yank her out of the driver's seat of the neighborhood ice cream truck which she was on the cusp of narrowly stealing. Recently there was her bizarre fixation with finding the fabled sex dungeon of the former GM like is was El Dorado or something. And now there was spanking her sister's fine behin' in front of a nationally televised broadcast and thousands of people who weren't necessarily begrudging the sight of Mack's wiggled rump, nor the uproarious overreaction of the miffed B.C. member. Ohhhh...Nikita was gettin some comeuppance, you can count on that. Mack doesn't even let her boyfriend's clap her cheeks like that...not that stiff, anyway.

In spite of what was meant to be a method of psyching up Mackenzie, but instead accomplished the exact opposite of it's intention, she steeled herself once again after performing the typical pre-match tango. The veteran tag-wrestler eyeing Asuka's honed footwork and matching movements as they circled around the ring. A wrestling ritual meant to help one another size up the competition and limber up before they get down to the nitty-gritty. Several seconds being taken off the clock before the two dance partners decide to lock horns with a brief struggled skirmish, Mack demonstrating some Bullet Club muscle of her own in an arm entangling stalemate. One summarily ended by the elder sister abandoning the struggle with Asuka's arm snatched up and applying a torqued arm wringer...or at least attempting to, since no sooner was the limb stiffened like a board than Mack found their situations vexingly reversed. She was taken aback by the nimble motions relieving all tension on Asuka's arm before finding herself yanked along for the ride.

"Oooph..." Mackenzie exhaled from being arm-dragged overhead to a back-splating descent, arms spread to the sides with her legs uplifted at the knees. Huffing out in aggravation from not only being countered out of her arm-wringer, but the seemingly non-stop cackling of the HWA member in the corner who was apparently laughing up a storm at Mack's expense. The stark imagery of a toppled tag-champion lying beside the other HWA member confidently standing tall was indirectly sending a message that didn't to be vocalized in regards to the skill level of the angelic challengers. But that didn't stop Asuka from talking shit regardless, Mack glowering at the smirking angel speaking in rudimentary English at best. "That so? Cause from here, all it looks like to me is that your celebratin a tad early...and that you could use some time on a stair-master. Allow me to knock off yer high-horse than..." Mackenzie replied in respectable Japanese before twirling her legs around like a breakdancer and ensnaring Asuka's ankles between them, attempting to topple the angel over in a drop toehold. Afterward scrambling to mount her from behind and start to work with a single leg Boston Crab.

When it came to spankings, Himeko was the master among the HWA. They all knew that their giantess had a naughty weakness for that. One they'd been on the receiving ends (Pun intended) many times before. Sure they always got back at her by smacking that giantess-sized ass. But Himeko was into both giving AND receiving spanks...so they were really just giving her what she wanted. Years of this butt-smacking cycle actually made all of them have a thing for spanks too. It had spread from their leader to them like a sickness...a really naughty sickness. Of course Himeko would describe it as a form of skinship. "Spanking is an art form!" she used to say. Until she got tired of having too many people stare at her with a mix of disbelief and a little disgust.

Asuka wasn't intimidated by this woman. Despite being the champ, Mackenzie's attitude in general made her pretty hard to respect. However, a champ is a champ no matter how unbearable they were. Mackenzie proved as much as she sudden swung her legs around before using them to sweep Asuka's legs. "Waah!" the lioness would gasp as she fell forward onto her stomach. Asuka felt pretty foolish for get caught in a drop toe hold like that. Even more so considering Mack had called her thighs fat right before. She couldn't shout back at the woman, though. Not when the tag champ was putting her in a single leg Boston crab! Growling out in pain as Mackenzie wretched her leg backwards, Asuka would pound on the mat a few time as she tried to endure the pain. Shuri let out a loud curse as she watched her teammate getting dropped like that. Now she had finally shut her mouth as she began to worry about Asuka being in this submission hold.

Luckily, Asuka was still fresh, and naturally strong. Having been weightlifting for years, she had the power to overcome most obstacles in her path. Therefore, the bulky lioness would dip her forearms down into the canvas before dragging herself towards the closest bottom rope. She may have underestimated Mack...but she wouldn't be so reckless from here on out. Whether or not  still would...well Asuka was definitely worried about Shuri doing that. But she still had she hope that her teammate would learn from her mistake.

Who knew that being spoiled brats from Los Angeles could lend itself so fittingly to a profession within the squared circle while being dressed in tight spandex? Being rightfully underestimated due to their entitled upbringing and penchant for trash-talking was the perfect backdrop to the Bullet Sisters turning some heads from their high-flying expertise and fleet-footed agility. Them being sisters also allowed for some dynamic synergy considering they'd known eachother since they were wee baby bullets, and just because they were snarky punks didn't meant they weren't gifted when it comes to mat dynamics. For the first time in forever it appeared that the B.C. sisters weren't the more obnoxiously arrogant ones within the ring, what with Shuri's echoing guffaws and Asuka opting to gloat and tower over an adversary she should instead be putting the screws to. Well, Mackenzie was more than willing to remind these Heavenly White Asshats that they're steppin up to the gahdamn champz~...and damn sexy ones at that.

"Look who's the bottomfeeder now, ASSka. Best get that fine booty in gear unless you wanna spend the rest of the match hobblin around like a one legged woman in an ass kicking contest~..." Mackenzie pridefully gloated with an egotistic smile directed over her shoulder at her adversary stoically army crawling towards the ropes. Asuka's ankle tucked firmly underneath her armpit as she centered her weight directly atop her foe's spine, dragging them both along for the hauling ride with Mackenzie's bent knee skidding along the canvas beside the HWA. All to the rousing encouragement of the audience until she'd swiftly reached the bottom rope. Compelling Mack to abandon the Boston Crab suspiciously quickly, although afterward she'd draw the referee's attention to the side with jabbering complaints about something being in her eye. The pin stripped official none the wiser to Nikita climbing up to the top rope of her corner turnbuckle, pointing finger guns at the floored Asuka, and vaulting over to her head first but tucking it in at the last second for an illegally attempted top rope moonsault.

Asuka was doing her best to ignore Mackenzie and focus on getting to the ropes. It was pretty hard, though. The woman had a pretty big mouth after all. And a odd habit of complimenting her ass while adding insults at the same time. "I don't...need a commentary...on my ass...thank you very much!" the lioness groaned out as she continued to struggle across the canvas. Eventually, Asuka would manage to reach her destination, and Mackenzie would release the hold as a result. However, she let go pretty fast. Almost too fast...

A few seconds later the buff lioness realized why, though. Without warning, Asuka felt the full weight of Nikita landing down on her back! The cheating champ had distracted the ref, allowing the other cheater to jump off the top rope to land down on Asuka with a moonsault! Grunting out loudly, the lioness was in a top of pain after being caught off guard by the sneaky tag champ. This, was a big no no for Shuri, though. Having watched the entire scene play out, the hot head was rightfully pissed. Leaping right over the ropes, the fiery striker made a B-line for Nikita. Of course, Mackenzie wasn't going to keep the referee distracted for her opponent! The official would get in her way before she reached the other woman. However, Shuri wouldn't let that stop her. Diving between the female ref's legs, the hot head would preform a roll as she landed, before springing up and trying to tackle Nikita down to the canvas with a Lou thesz press! That way she'd give the cheating champion the pummeling she deserved with a barrage of punches as payback for Asuka!