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Addyson turned and looked at Ven briefly. "The fact that you decided to come out first with the possibility of braving all three of them alone tells me all I need to know, poppet." Addyson said with the faintest hint of a coy smirk. "And with your impressive stature, I'd say that there's not too much direction you'll need to be given." She added with a smile. "Do as you like, but I urge you to do it with conviction."

Unit cohesion. Tag matches. Teamwork. All words that simply had not registered in the big blondes dictionary before. Even the mention of the idea, or more, the mention of an idea where she simply didn't get a woman to beat down all by herself, was causing her to grind her teeth.

She'd let out a huff, stepping back, hands on her hips, turning and looking to the two girls in line with her.

"If you two want to play friendy-wendy's and take on these army drop outs, be my guess. I'll just have a lie down by the side and take all three of them when their done with you." She'd roll her eyes, seemingly bored, before looking at Ven, noticing the girl's earlier glare at her. "And I'll have a piece of you too if you keep staring at me..."

Karen seemed intent on fighting near every woman in the ring, both clear enemy and the two women who'd apparently started putting their faith in the big blonde to team up with them!

"Well then, it looks like there are only two of you. So we could have a trio vs tag match or something. We'll give you until the end of the show to find a replacement or just do my other suggestion." Samantha and her teammates backed away from the three girls and stepped out of the ring.

Claire would have been the last one out, but she stopped and walked back to Addyson. She would reach out and try to rest her hand on Addyson's shoulder. "Were our meeting any different, I'm sure you would forgive us for this." Assuming she was able to get a hand on Addyson and keep her still while she spoke, Claire would attempt a jumping reverse sto on her. From there, Claire would slide out of the ring and join back up with her team that was halfway up the ramp.

Addyson narrowed her eyes as Claire approached. Naturally she was hesitant about what the three of them might be capable of, but with Claire's allies out of the ring and two girls who, at least on paper, seemed to have her back momentarily, she allowed the girl to come up and set her hand on her shoulder.

She opened her mouth for a retort when Claire suddenly yanked her forward and face planted her. Addyson bounced just a bit and flopped unceremoniously back to the canvas, groaning from the quick move.

Karen smiled, as it seemed the three new girls wanted yet another woman to enter the ring, to take her place in a tag match she was apparently disgusted at the thought of. As she'd reach for the ropes to exit, she'd turn, hearing footsteps of the three girls moving themselves, as they came in her direction.

Instead, the girl called Claire suddenly went for Karen's extremely temporary 'ally,' her essentially British doppelganger Addyson. She'd turn her front back to the ring, seeing as things were apparently about to get interesting, as she'd look to the tall ninja girl first, to see if she were to lend the girl a hand.

With Addyson's opinion on the matter being offered up Ven couldn't help but allow a small smile to also make it's way onto her face, quite flattered with the comments as well as strongly believing in the message behind them. "Thank you madam.. Your words mean a lot.." The tall woman spoke out in reply to her much smaller improvised ally with the same smile present on her face, making up her mind and deciding that she would not only fight for what she thought to be right, she would do it with conviction.

The other wrestler which had entered in with the two of the however, was much less helpful and seemingly much more of a hindrance. Not only did Karen seem disinterested in helping, she apparently wanted a piece of Ven! In this sensitive time when odd alliances should be made Karen wanted to cause more unneeded fights? This woman was certainly a real piece of work.

Choosing to ignore Karen's childish comment Ven would instead focus on the Unwanted Ops member who was so casually strolling up to Addyson. Surely the woman wouldn't try anything with her standing right here?

Like an unexpected flash however, Claire managed to pull of a surprise jumping reverse STO on Addyson! Fleeing the ring before Ven could do anything about it but gasp in shock!

"You nasty little blighter!!" Ven cursed angrily as she sprinted towards the ropes, leaning over them as far as she was able with an expression of hatred for a moment before she got her priorities straight, turning around and rushing back to the downed Addyson, carefully crouching next to her upon arrival, attempting to partially lift her up from behind with a single hand. "Are you alright?" The tall woman would ask in a surprisingly gentle manner, genuinely concerned for the other girl.

"That was not part of the plan. You know we are all being watched." Nanael whispered to Claire when she finally joined up with her and Samantha.

"What can I say? She's my type and now I'm going to be on her mind for a while." Claire told Nanael.

"I'm sure you just blew any chance you had with her, but pursue your dreams." Samantha told Claire as the three girls disappeared backstage. Later, when they would come back for the match, Samantha was going to make sure Claire would get what was coming to her.

Addyson was grateful for Ven's concern and even mildly amused by her choice of insults. As she was rather roughly pulled up, she offered the large girl a smile. "Just my dignity and all that." Addyson said, brushing herself off. "Thank you, poppet." She said and gave a glance to the ramp to see the three girl's had gone.

She then turned to look at Karen and pushed herself against the blonde. She was chest to chest and staring her down. "Whatever jollies you think you're going to get from this, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you." She said sternly. "Your attitude plays right into their hands. You look like a sturdy enough woman with some skill about her so I'll get right to the point. They are a team and one that doesn't seem to be in the process of eating itself alive any time soon." Addyson paused only briefly.

"Whatever you've got in mind, I doubt they will allow you to go through with your plans. If they are serious about what they claim, and I do believe they are, then you'll be face down on the canvas by their hands. It will only be a matter of time. You may not be fond of either of us, but you can choose to help us nip this in the bud right now, or you can hope that when you sign that contract it's not three-on-one beating disguised as fair competition. They see you are wavering. They see you aren't interested in helping out the rest of the locker room. I know that you're under no obligation to do so, but I do believe you'll find an alliance a much more rewarding endeavor than you imagine."

Addyson smirked and backed away, offering her hand. "It is not as if we're asking you to sit on the sidelines, poppet." She said. "On the contrary, we expect you to fight."

Karen didn't respond too well to her front being pressed, her similarly sized British cohort apparently disgruntled at her inability to control her temper. She shot cold eyes right back, almost staring into the soul of the Brit. She'd then turn her head to Ven, giving the exact same look, almost looking as if she could explode any moment on either of them.

Instead, she simply smiled, turned her eyes back to Addyson, before again turning, heading for and through the ropes. Dropping to the outside, she kept her eyes on the ramp, not once looking back at the two women who apparently needed her help at some point. At the top of the ramp, she'd stop briefly, still not turning, almost like a statue for the moment.

She'd then continue her walk, exiting backstage, leaving her answer to whether she would be joining the impromptu tag unknown to all...

"Bloody Wanker."

Addyson muttered as Karen left the arena. She then sighed and looked at Ven. "It's a good thing you're the size of a woman and a half, poppet. We're going to need those shoulders of yours to bear most of this load if this is the kind of response we're going to be getting. Terribly inconsiderate of her, but we mustn't cry over a bit of spilled milk and all that."

Addyson stuck out her hand. "I know I've already introduced myself, but if we're going to be working together, proper introductions are in order. I am Addyson. Addyson Queensbury. Charmed. Wish we could have met under different circumstances, but we mustn't fret over every little thing. We can sort things out over tea. My assistant makes a surprisingly competent Earl Gray."