Tasha's open challenge!

Her strut by Bob Seger began to play over the PA. It took the crowd a moment to realize who it was before going wild as the lavender haired domme stepped proudly out onto the stage once more.

She had a small confident grin across her face as she rested a fist against her hip, and proceded to strut down to the music of the song. Once she made it to the ring, she climbed up into it and the music began to die down. When it was dead, Tasha reached over for a microphone, bringing it slowly to her lips.

"So... I see I have been missed." She mused to the crowd, to which the crowd responded back wildly. This brought a smile to her face before she spoke again. "Well good.. I've missed this place too. I've been gone too long from it. SO! I've noticed quite a few new people have arrived here since I was last here, and with this in mind, I would like to offer a challenge to anyone out there in the locker room right now. What kind of match? Mmmm.... surprise me!" She decided, walking towards a corner and leaned against it, already feeling her blood pumping as she was once more back in the crowd-filled arena.

A few seconds later, however, Tasha's theme music stopped. As the crowd began to wonder what was going on, the Canadian national anthem suddenly began to play. As the crowd murmured in confusion, they cheered when they saw the Canadian sisters, Ivory and Violet, walk onto the ramp, looking calm and confident.

Violet took a microphone from the nearby camera crew. "Hey wart-bag!" she shouted, eliciting a cheer from the audience. "We heard you make your big speech up there on the ring, and you know what? We both think you're full of crap, you withered old hag!"

The crowd, naturally, went wild at this challenge.

Ivory took the microphone. "We challenge you, Miss Veith, to a two-on-one handicap match," she said politely. "Do you accept?"

The crowd murmured excitedly amongst themselves. The gauntlet had been thrown. Now they needed to see if Tasha would answer the challenge.

Tasha raised an eyebrow at the two girls, and smirked a little. "For the record, I'm only 29." She replied calmly. "And while I do not take too kindly to your insults, I accept your challenge. So shall it be just a regular match, or are you two flat chests afraid to kick it up a notch?" She asked, crossing her magenta gloved hands under her chest with a small grin, happy to play some banter with her opponents.

Violet immediately went red at the "flat chests" comment. "Bring it, hag!" she shouted. "You want a normal match? We'll give you one!"

"Uh...sis..." Ivory said nervously, but it was too late. Violet was already charging down towards the arena, ready to kick Tasha's butt. With a resigned sigh, Ivory followed after her.

Tasha smiled calmly as one of them decided to charge right down the ring, under the pretense that Tasha meant she just wanted a normal match. Poor girl. She would decide to keep it to herself and just spring it on her when the match started. "Oooh... hotheaded. That's always cute." She teased as she walks to her corner and starts to do some stretches to prepare herself.

"Yeah, get used to it!" Violet growled as she slid under the ropes. Ivory quickly took position behind the corner post as Violet rolled into the ring and began staring Tasha down. Slowly, she began to circle the other girl, waiting for the bell to ring...

Tasha smiled, stepping out from her corner just as the bell sounded and started counter circling the violet haired woman. She stared her down quietly, pursing her lips at her in a teasing way, wanting to piss her off enough to get her tripping over her own feet. She continued to circle her, shedding off her cloak and revealing her exotic magenta attire to her, winking at her afterwards.

Violet circled Tasha carefully, looking for an opening. Her long, purple braid swished behind her back as she moved, her slender body moving lithely as she circled. "Be careful, sis!" Ivory called to her sister.

Smirking, Violet suddenly lunged at Tasha-- not to attack her, but instead to see how she would react. I wanna see how this bitch fights...

Tasha smiles, watching her carefully, then grinned as she leapt in towards her, trying to move in and grab her around the waist, from there, she would look at her and give a small chuckle before leaning in to surprise her with a bit of a rough kiss to her lips, trying to lean in towards her and make her fall onto her back

As Violet ran in, Tasha suddenly reacted with startling speed, leaping forward against her and, before she could counter, grabbing her arms around her waist. Violet gasped in surprise as she was suddenly lifted off her feet, her smaller body pressed against Tasha's...

...and had Tasha's lips close on hers. With a muffled cry of surprise, Violet angrily struck back, aiming to punch Tasha in the side of the head before she could execute...well, whatever it was she was planning to do.