Tag Team: Mimete and Bunny vs Ivory and Violet

Violet raised an eyebrow. A goth girl and a Playboy bunny? Seriously? These were their opponents? She sighed. She would have liked to face a less gimmicky set of foes, but if this was what Ms Sellers was pitting them up against, then she'd have to make do. The bunny was taller than her and Ivory, and infinitely bustier to match. The goth, on the other hand, didn't seem that physically imposing, but the wicked grin on her face indicated that she was probably a grade A psycho.

"Get ready, sis," Violet told her sister. "We won't hold back against these two, even if they do look kind of stupid."

Ivory gave her sister a determined not. Quietly, the two sisters watched their opponents approach.

"Shall we then?"

Mimete headed down with Bunny to the edge of the ring. When she get inside she held her hand out for a mic before addressing her opponents.

"Isn't it a little later for children to be out this late?"

Both of the girls went red at this statement-- Ivory out of embarassment, Violet out of rage. Snatching a mic from the referee, Violet moved up to confront Mimete. "I think the audience knows that we're old enough," she said, giving the crowd a conspiratorial wink, eliciting a chorus of hoots and hollers. "How about you? I didn't know the nursing home let its residents into the ring."

An age comment like that would incite Mimete right away. She would try to clobber Violet on the brow with her mic. If Mimete was lucky she might give Violet an injury that could put her at a disadvanatge for the match.

Bunny, meanwhile, stayed back slightly behind Mimete, letting the other girls in the ring trade their insults left and right with each other. Once she saw her partner lunge at Violet with her mic though, she would spring into action.

Bunny moved in quick herself, right towards Ivory, trying a quick, hard swing at her jaw with her fist, hoping to get in a good, cheap shot herself before the bell rang.

Both girls were taken by surprise the moment their opponents attacked. A heavy thud, followed by the high-pitched whine of a damaged mic, signalled the start of the match as Violet crashed onto her back, her face a mask of pain as she clutched her forehead. She would have sworn nastily at Mimete for her dirty trick, but her vision was swirling so much right now that she couldn't even see the witch-girl right now.

Ivory, meanwhile, gasped as Bunny's fist slammed against her jaw, sending her crumpling to the mat as well. The Canadian girl moaned and rolled on the mat not far from her sister, her blonde hair splayed around her as she clutched her hurting jaw. The crowd instantly began to boo the dirty tactics of Mimete and Bunny as the bell rang.

As Ivory went down, Bunny looked at Mimete and nodded, gesturing towards Violet. "Take her out..." She commanded, turning back to Ivory and smirking down at her. She leaned down, going to grab the girl by her blonde hair to pull her up to her feet, dragging her over towards the ropes, where she would try to throw her right through them and out of the ring!

Mimete let the mic drop and would go to lift Violet's feet intending to stomp her abs hard and perhaps follow up with a knee drop to the groin.

Still nursing her hurting jaw, Ivory would suddenly feel her scalp burn as Bunny grabbed her by her golden locks. Crying out in pain, Ivory found herself being dragged up to her feet: before she could throw an elbow back at Bunny, she found herself flying through the ropes and slamming into the floor outside. "AGH!" she cried as she hit the floor, rolling slowly and painfully onto her back.

Violet, meanwhile, wasn't faring any better, grunting as Mimete relentlessly stomped down on her abdomen. A second later, a knee to the groin sent Violet's upper body shooting upward as she gave a shrill cry, before she collapsed onto her side in a fetal position, eyes and teeth clenched shut in pain.

Bunny dropped to the mat, slipping under the bottom rope and heading out of the ring to follow Ivory. She stepped towards her body and smirked at her again, keeping a few steps distance as she waited for the girl to get up. She didn't plan on doing much to her, not yet anyway; her main goal at the moment was to keep her distracted and out of the match until Mimete had enough time to wear Violet down.