Irish Oldschool vs. Arlise and Nathalie

[Highfly]

Peggy swung and missed landing to the mat with a loud thud! However while Nat was correct in assuming that she was quicker than Peggy the Irish woman was faster than people expected. Peggy saw Nat jump and as soon as she did the Irish woman rolled to the side leaving Nat to miss and land to the mat! Peggy was on her hands and knees right next to where Nat landed and the time for fancy was over. Peggy was gonna give this match a grittier look and attempt to pounce on top of Nat and land some punches to her face! The Irish woman was adept at brawling, and she was going to see if the trash talking brat Nat was as well!

[Winter]

Nat had forgotten what it felt like to land on her tailbone.

In her defense, she did not expect the heavier, flabbier woman to have those sudden reflexes. The opponents that dodged Nat on the regular, the Belgian stunner typically dwarfed - at her size, few could match Nat's speed. But she watched the Irishwoman pull the rug from under her, and for all her effort to slam her palms and feet against the canvas, the older Christiaens took every ounce of the landing on her spine. Her ass jiggled which made her back jiggle which made her neck and her head jiggle, and she tried to bite back the rattling pain in her bones but could not manage.

Falling onto her back from that pain ensured Peggy had a slender figure to mount, and Nat could see the fists raising before they actually raised - and the woman's hips on top of her told her she would not simply push her off. "Don't you fucking d... AGH!" The first blow hit her before she could lift her forearms to defend herself, and that blow ensured she couldn't block the next one, or the next one. The Sapphire Stunner loved her looks too much to tolerate the beating, and she roared her pain and frustration and completely covered her head in both arms to ensure no more blows landed.

But she surrendered all other protection of herself at the same time. She didn't care. She just wanted the aches in her skull to stop - she had to get out of the match intact to ensure she could enjoy its endgame.

[Highfly]

"Haha!" Peggy laughed unable to contain her s.ile as she got back up. She wanted to show Nat that sometimes good old fashioned wrasslin' was the way to go! To that end Peggy made her way over to Nat grabbing hold of her to scoop her up before spinning towards the middle of the ring to slam her down again! Peggy was wasting no time in trying to hit Nat with a real ring shaker here!

[Winter]

Nat could hear her laughing.

Irritation almost got the best of her, and Nat lashed out with a foot... only to find Peggy up and leaving her on the ground. The Sapphire Stunner slowly pulled her arms away from her face, though both hands soon returned to nurse the forming bruises. Pure hatred seeped through her fingers as she peered through them with both her amber eyes, and if looks could kill, Peggy would have surely died where she stood. If... if Nat could have spotted her. Only once the woman rattled the canvas did she spot her again. By that point, it was too late.

Nat tried to whirl, but Peggy had hold of her by the clothing before she could. "You should get your hands off of... me...", she declared, ripping at Peggy's hands with her own, but her arm strength didn't match. The other woman snatched her up, and despite Nat's kicking and writhing form fighting against her, the Belgian felt gravity all but abandoning her as the woman gripped and heaved her into the air, sending Nat's view of the arena upside-down until she saw only canvas.

Then she hit the canvas, forcing herself not to scream on the descent. That didn't stifle the groan-squeak of pain as her body collided with the canvas - a body not built for those impacts.

The landing could have cracked her back like a fragile vase, but the impact had its advantages - while it left Nat in a world of pain, she lightly bounced and rolled over, fortunately into the same corner where Arlise waited. As she lay grabbing at her back, she saw her sister already reaching a hand for the tag. Of course she was. Such a good sister.

Nat wouldn't look at the teeth of the gifted horse, and she rolled once more to flick her fingers out and brush Arlise's. The ref declared the good tag, and Arlise rumbled into the ring, on a dead sprint in an attempt to level Peggy with a low dropkick.

Nat smiled to herself as she stretched her back, knowing she needed only one more burst of energy to end this whole charade.

[Highfly]

Peggy saw Arlise rushing in and wanted to level her. The Irish wrestler ran up to the roughly equal size Arlise with an arm extended for a clothesline only for Arlise to go low and take out Peggy's legs! "Argh!" Peggy groaned as she crashed to the mat. She rolled to her side to get in position to push herself back up to her feet, not wanting to give up the momentum she just earned after a slow start with Nat.

Lauren was clapping and stomping on the apron her her corner trying to rouse Peggy to life hoping she could get up before Arlise really pounced...

[Winter]

Arlise could not help but entertain some petty thoughts.

She would not have tagged out of a match after one slam. She would not have gotten herself into position for that slam in the first place - Nat had started the match with her hair on fire and... no, no, she should not think so negatively. In reality, her sister had a wise start to the match. So long as Arlise could steady their ship, Nat had wisely expended energy she could now regain while she waited at the turnbuckle, and she had already poked holes in Peggy's defenses with all those kicks.

They could win this, and they could talk more refined strategies later. Arlise had to focus rather than analyze.

Her feet drove into Peggy's legs and chopped her down like a tree - another kick to add to the litany the other redhead had to endure in the match thus far. The fresh Christiaens sister followed through with a slide and a roll so she could whirl back to her feet without issue. She glanced at Lauren to see if she would interfere - no, they had as much respect for the ring as Arlise herself - before she set hungry eyes on Peggy once more. The woman tried to roll, tried to stand, and Arlise closed the distance quickly, wanting to keep her on the mats and searching for an opportunity to lock in a submission - to keep to her specialty.

As she rushed, she saw one clear option - that more elevated arm. The Belgian drew close, grasped at Peggy's wrist, and dove over Peggy's prone form, trying to drag the arm behind the Irishwoman's body and strain it at the shoulder in the process. She let the arm go before she landed, but the redhead turned onto her own back and reached for the arm again, trying to lock in a traditional armbar.

[Highfly]

Peggy felt Arlise run in and grab her arm, wrapping it up while pulling hard! Peggy howled and kicked the mat as her soft inner as well as back thigh area trembled, shook, and rippled with each kick! She groaned and reached to her outstretched arm while shaking her head. She was using her legs and feet to push, trying to roll Arlise back onto her shoulders to put her in position to be pinned while she kept hold of the armbar! The official saw Arlise's shoulders hit the mat and moved in to position to count realizing what Peggy was doing to counter.

"ONE!"