Irish Oldschool vs. Arlise and Nathalie

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Match Type: Standard Tag

Both Peggy and Lauren were backstage and very eager to get the ball rolling on this match. Both women had lost to the returning Arlise in the past and wanted payback even if they personally had no problem with her.

"Payback is gonna be sweet, Arlise got a couple over on us but not tonight." Peggy said as they walked.

"We need to stay focused. She bulked up a bit but she won't out slam us or beat us at our own game." Lauren added.

Clad in their one piece swimsuit, kneepads and boots the big, flubbery oldschool wrestlers were all focus as they headed to the arena. Their music hit and the crowd cheered as the classic wrestling duo came out. They walked down the ramp and made it to their corner both settling in as they awaited the arrival of Arlise and Nathalie.

[Winter]

Arlise Christiaens couldn't - or maybe she realized she shouldn't - believe it.

That doubt left her with guilt as she uncharacteristically lingered in gorilla, having finished up her preparation early. She swung back and forth from foot to foot, trying to cast those doubts out of her mind, but only once she glanced over at the figure beside her, a stark contrast in blue though they shared so many of the same traits otherwise, did she believe Nathalie stood there. No, she could believe Nat stood there. Her sister also had ambition, she knew how to fight, and she... well, dare Arlise say it, but she had been on the redhead's heels for years as much as they had stayed at each other's throats over their different life choices. To see her in LAW did not surprise the Belgian beauty.

To see her looking pleasant and smiling at Arlise did surprise her. Her sister looked better. She looked healthy. She had grown out her hair. She... smiled, an improvement in and of itself. Arlise did not have to stretch her mind too far to imagine her sister had improved herself enough that they could put some of their troubles behind them and... be a team. They might not act as perfect sisters, but acting as a team in the heat of battle could smooth the relationship.

Nat still had that shit-eating grin, however, even when being friendly. "A 'penny for your thoughts' like they say, Arlise? I don't want you distracted for my tag debut. I'll still be mad at you."

In spite of herself, Arlise smiled back. "You still surprised me. I have to absorb it."

Nat nodded at the arena, where Lauren and Peggy's music began to drop in exchange for their own. In a sense, Arlise liked having two familiar opponents - one she happened to like in a sense - for such an unfamiliar scenario. "You have better absorbed it because we're on, and I'm not dragging you to the win myself. Though I could."

Arlise outright grinned. This did seem... better. And Nat had the right of it - they had to focus.

She entered the arena, offering her pin-up pose while Nat flanked her with a more blatant strut and blown kisses. Some small amount of pride struck her at their introduction as sisters - she had wanted this for quite some time - and while they moved down the ramp, slapping hands. Arlise let it all sink in, enjoying it, until they both entered the ring, and only there did she finally turn her attention away from Nat and the crowd to the two familiar figures waiting for them. She fixed them with a challenging look.

"Hi again, you two. I brought company."

Nat sashayed into place as Arlise gestured at her, that same shit-eating grin directed at the pair while she scrutinized them. "Those are cute leotards."

As always, with Nat, one could not tell whether she meant it as a compliment or an insult.

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Lauren and Peggy stood watching their opponents come to the ring. Peggy stepped put as Lauren climbed to the apron standing by the ropes on the outside making it clear that Peggy was starting the match.

"Nice to see you again, but we've gotten better since we wrestled you." Lauren said with a wave and nod.

Peggy stood with her hands on her hips nodding to the siblings. "Ya won't win this one even if ya got some tall leggy help. We've slammed the likes of her silly n' we know how ya operate between the ropes Arlise. Tonight is our night!" Peggy said stepping towards the center of the ring waiting to see which sister came out to meet her.

[Winter]

Arlise summoned a smile to pair with her gaze between the two women before her. Rarely if ever did she resent an opponent lest they prove cheaters or worse, even those that had put her through a wringer. To say that she had not one ill thought about either woman before her would understate the fact - she had beaten them, and despite the violence of their matches, she would have happily asked either out to a chardonnay if she thought they might accept. They seemed more the Guinness types.

But she fully intended to beat them again, whether they had gotten better or not. If her sister wished to make amends and work as a team, the Belgian beauty could not afford to stumble and lose. "Good. But did you get better enough?", she asked, saucily, as she watched Peggy take the front and pile on the brashness. She swept her hair at the two of them and looked to Nat to see if she wanted to take the lead - while she preferred to lead from the front herself, she could defer for the sake of unity here.

Nat certainly had it in her head that she would open the match, too. She had already strolled her way into Peggy's airspace, looking her over with a hand on her hip. "I hope you're not attached to your teeth, lass," she offered, in the worst mock Irish accent possible. That said, she turned and wiggled her fingers to Arlise. "You run along. I have this one."

Fair enough. Arlise retreated, taking up position on the turnbuckle and grabbing the tag rope as the ref pushed Nat and Peggy apart a few more inches before calling for the bell. She watched her long, lithe, athletic sister start to dance to one side, seeming like she wanted to goad Peggy into range for a kick.

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The bell rang and Peggy circled Nat with a scowl on her face. "I guess slapping some respect into ya is in order!" Peggy said. The Irish woman lunged in and tried to get within grappling distance eager to get her hands on the cocky sibling in the ring with her! Peggy wanted to start well and het her in a standing side headlock if she could looking to squeeze while smothering Nats face against her chest.

[Winter]

No one in this room would forget what would happen tonight. Nathalie Christiaens knew that for certain.

It took an effort not to grin from ear to ear watching Arlise head to the turnbuckle to await a tag, but having an opponent to fight eased that effort. She didn't know or care about this broguish bitch running her mouth at her. She had only listened to what Arlise said about her fighting style, and it didn't sound all that interesting or difficult to counter to the Sapphire Stunner. As she whirled and danced around the redhead, looking for an opening even before the bell rang, she expected she could drop a few shots, show off her moveset, and then execute her plan.

It took another effort not to roll her eyes at this "Peggy's" empty threats, so she didn't bother making that effort and rolled her eyes anyway. "Con comme une valise sans poignée," she retorted, knowing only Arlise could interpret her words but satisfied with them nonetheless. As the woman slipped her way closer, Nat played keep-away - why get her pretty little self hit when she didn't need to? Arlise could stick with all this brutish grappling. Nat had her own plans in a wrestling ring.

She eased in far enough that she might bait Peggy into reaching for her before ducking back and uncorking a quick, lashing kick at the Irishwoman's side.

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You're as dumb with a suitcase with no handle.

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Peggy kept moving in and Nat kept dodging. It wasn't until the kick hit that Peggy stumbled rubbing her side. "Ya sneaky brat, come n' wrestler proper! Stop runnin' scared!" Peggy shouted again trying to move back in at Nat. She knew kicks would come and Peggy actually had an idea. She would let Nat kick her a few times more before trying to trap Nat's leg between her side and arm before pulling Nat in for a big clothesline! That was the plan anyway. Whether or not it worked remained to be seen!