The Akamatsus vs. Bambi and Thumper - Odd Man Out

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Standard Tag Team
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO

***

”Fuck, now I remember this prick!”

Alex - who’d been idly thumbing through her phone - looked up long enough to give Arthur a bemused looked, one she made sure he saw. He’d been prattling on all day about how the name ‘Kyo Akamatsu’ was familiar to him, ever since they’d announced she and Betty would have a match against the two siblings, and while she was glad he finally got those neurons firing, she would’ve preferred he not do it right before their match began. The three of them had found a nice, quiet spot to rest in before the match, and she was enjoying the relative solitude. Just the three of them, in their little world.

Oh, and the stagehand who had burst in to tell them that this was a private room and they were supposed to get out. Said stagehand was currently sitting on the floor, being choked out by Betty’s thighs in a brutal headscissor as she sat in a swivel chair. But he was mostly silent, what with constantly being on the verge of consciousness.

There was an awkward silence from Arthur, likely him waiting for either her or Betty to perk up and prod him to continue. When that didn’t happen and they only gave him blank looks, he continued on, heedless. ”My old man used to talk about his old man all the time. He was a big fan of his, back in the day, stuffy old codger. Want to sign him, never got the chance to before he bit it.”

Alex rolled her tongue around her cheek - her first thought was something akin to ‘so what?’, but her second thoughts were a little more interesting. She could see Betty rolled her eyes about, processing, too, but she rarely had a thought she wasn’t willing to share with the world, so out it came. ”Maybe he has Daddy issues. Like someone else we know.” She wagged a finger his way. ”We could use that, too…hold up, one second.”

Betty’s victim was stirring again, and she started to scissor him once more. Before she locked it in, though, a better idea occurred. Instead, she unlocked her thighs, pulled his head back, and dropped her plump butt square on his face, smothering him instead and letting him struggle weakly, while she planted her heel firmly firmly on his crotch.

”So we could use that.” She continued, as casual as if she’d just been interrupted by a poorly timed burp. ”Get in their heads a bit.”

”My thoughts exactly.” Arthur nodded along. ”If they’re anything like their old man, they’re the honorable type. Old school. Fuck around with them a bit and they’ll start going spastic.”

It all sounded good on paper, sure, but Alex suspected things would be a touch more complicated. From what she knew of the Akamatsus, they had more than enough experience to handle being riled up like that, and making things personal could worsen the situation, not improve. This was already going to be a steep hill to climb, though.

Alex kept those thoughts to herself for now, though, as her phone vibrated and sent an alert her way - they were being called to the gorilla position for the match. ”We’ll see how it plays out. Let’s just focus on handling business, throw in the extra stuff if we need to.” She stood up and motioned for them to follow. ”Show time. Let’s go.”

, with their

thumping all around them. Betty was dancing to it, swearing and shaking and generally being a delight to the crowd, while Alex took up her position in the corner and enjoyed the show. All while Arthur prowled around the ring.

”I know what you’re doing, you’re a freak like me…”