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The Sin Sisters were a huge success. They had moved quickly from a local girlband to a worldwide success in the punk scene. Their shows frequently sold out wherever they went, the metalheads and rock jocks alike pouring out to see them. They were loved worldwide, which was pretty ironic since they hated each other's guts.

"You were fuckin' flat tonight, Liz!" Gayle stomped in front of the changing room mirror, parting her painted lips to brush away some loose specks of her lipstick. The guitarist and backup singer's bright red hair was carefully sprayed into a fauxhawk, angling the short tips upward. Her black leather shorts went with her combat boots and tank top, the latter of which was small enough to show off her assorted "upgrades" to her body. Several small tattoos spotted her neck and back, and the top fit tightly enough to outline the rings that went through her nipples.

"Fuck you. I couldn't be flat. The song is flat. I was going with the music." Elizabeth had the naturally black hair to go with the scene, adding to it with a buzzed side cut and purple highlights along the longer parts. The pale beauty was a stark show of red and black, her black lips and eyeshadow contrasting the deep red corset that pushed her breasts up even larger than they were. A high and lacey skirt kept flashing the black briefs she wore underneath, a look that was only made easier by her high heels. She shoved her guitar into its stand, the extended arm showing a sleeve of tattooed roses and thorned vines. She sneered back at her band, the nose ring tapping against her twisting lip.

"Hey, I wrote that song!" Heather was their bassist and the tallest girl in the group. She dressed the most casually with her torn jeans and leather vest over a tube top, but her blonde hair was wound into elaborate braids. They hung down to her hips, clearly knotted in complex patterns to stay thick and tight. "Not my fault you pieces of shit can't make it work." Heather slumped into a chair and popped open a beer from the fridge to cool off after the show.

"Yea, that explain it. Shit song, shit bandmates. At least I'm pulling my weight out there." Dana stuck her drumsticks into her deep cleavage, the ends fitting nicely through the gaps in her mesh shirt. She had multiple earrings and a number of claw marks tattooed on her back with "Harder" inked out between them. It remained in plain sight with her hot pink hair tied up in a bun, just as her mini skirt left a good look at her thighs before her high black boots took over. She was far from their tallest member, but her famously huge rack kept the mesh top doing its best to contain that much bouncing flesh.

"You wish, fatass," Liz grunted as Heather got up and elbowed her aside to use the mirror. The two started shoving for space when Gayle reached past them and snatched Heather's beer out of her hand.

"Hey, bitch! Give that back!" Heather shouted.

"What'd you call me, you no talent cunt?!" Dana snapped, storming over to the other three.

"I was talking to her!" Heather defended.

"Well I wasn't talking to you, bimbo! I meant Liz!"

"No, you had it pretty right," Gayle scoffed as Heather snapped and slapped the beer out of her hand. Gayle shoved the slimmer musician hard in the chest, sending her toppling back into the other two. Liz immediately turned and pulled on one of her braids, getting her to squeal. Dana saw the smirking Gayle and figured out quickly enough to punch her in her ruby lips.

"You can't play for shit, and you sure can't take a punch!" Dana snapped. Gayle clutched her mouth for a moment before scowling at her bandmate. Her eyes met hers a moment before looking lower and pulling down on Dana's top, dragging her nails across the skin as it became exposed.

"Lucky you can't do either, you dirty slut!" Gayle shouted back over Dana's shrill screams of pain. Dana tried to shove her away but the redhead tackled her to the floor, pulling at her hair to inflict more vengeful pain on her bandmate.

Liz yanked on Heather's braid, swinging her around until her stomach connected with the edge of a table. She grunted and doubled over it, but she reached out and scratched at Liz with her red-painted nails. Her slash caught her clumsily across the face, making Liz shriek as her eyeshadow smeared and her pinky gave a lucky pull on her nose ring. “I can’t believe your ugly ass is supposed to be our frontliner!” Heather snapped as she pushed herself back up from the table. She caught the fuller part of Liz’s hair and rushed the changing room mirror. While neither bandmate was especially strong, it still stung when the lead singer’s forehead bounced off the wide mirror and left a crude outline of her face done in her makeup.

Liz yanked on Heather's braid, swinging her around until her stomach connected with the edge of a table. She grunted and doubled over it, but she reached out and scratched at Liz with her red-painted nails. Her slash caught her clumsily across the face, making Liz shriek as her eyeshadow smeared and her pinky gave a lucky pull on her nose ring. “I can’t believe your ugly ass is supposed to be our frontliner!” Heather snapped as she pushed herself back up from the table. She caught the fuller part of Liz’s hair and rushed the changing room mirror. While neither bandmate was especially strong, it still stung when the lead singer’s forehead bounced off the wide mirror and left a crude outline of her face done in her makeup.

Dana and Gayle rolled across the floor until they crashed into Gayle's guitar. The instrument landed on them both with a dull twang, but they ignored it as they kicked and clawed at each other. Gayle twisted until she was sitting on Dana's back, pulling up on her mesh top until it was tugged around her throat. "It's not like you can sing anyway," Gayle growled as she yanked on the shirt repeatedly, bouncing her in the crude noose. "So it's not like I'd lose anything from wringing your stupid neck!"

Dana gagged from the choke, but she reached up behind her to pinch and twist on Gayle's nipple. The metal stud poking through it made it easy to hold, even through her tank top. Gayle screamed and lost her grip as she recoiled from her chokehold. Dana quickly capitalized by grabbing the guitar and swinging it to slam into Gayle's knee, making her howl in pain and jump up and down on one foot. "Sounds like it needs a tune up," Dana growled, rising to her feet and swinging it again. The flat end smacked Gayle in the tits, sending her stumbling wildly backward.

Heather and Liz were still brawling by the mirror when Gayle ran into them, her pierced tits bouncing out of her low cut top. "You fucking bitch! Stay out of our business!" Heather shouted, sending her next punch into Gayle's gut. The guitarist grunted and doubled over, just for Liz to knee her in the chin. She crumbled against the makeup table as each girl grabbed one of her arms, holding her up as Dana approached, throwing the guitar aside.

"Let me at this bitch," Dana hissed, and the girls seemed happy to oblige.

"Get her, Danny," Heather hissed bitterly, holding the dazed Gayle steady as the drummer punched out a beat on her face and chest. Gayle was groaning and barely standing, but she grabbed a can of heavy-duty hairspray from the collection of makeup and blasted Liz in the face. She screamed as she let go and Gayle whipped around to give Heather a faceful of her own. Heather managed to lunge out of the way of the eye-burning blast, but Gayle kicked her in the ass to send her stumbling into the drum kit by the door. A series of awkward thumps followed as she collapsed into it, toppling the set on top of herself.

"My drums! Watch what you're doing!" Dana shouted as she stormed after Heather instead. She grabbed the girl by one of her braids, but Heather had picked up one of the drumsticks and shoved it up between her legs. Dana let out a pained howl as Heather grabbed her neck and slammed her face into the bass drum.

"At least I know how to keep the beat!" Heather shouted at her, lifting and slamming her head into it over and over in a brutal rhythm.

Gayle threw her combat boot into the blinded Liz's stomach, dropping her to the floor. She stomped on her tits until Liz was screaming, curling up and trying to cover her chest as it popped out of her corset. Her eyes were still watering when Gayle dropped to one knee, drilling it right into her hard nipple as she gave a pained howl.

"NOW you hit the high notes!" Gayle growled threateningly. "But you're out of tune even when we're offstage!" Liz twisted in agony, but one of her contortions raised her leg enough that she grabbed onto her high heel. She slipped it off and slammed the stiletto end onto Gayle's own bouncing breasts, hammering it in like a stake against the soft flesh. She gave a miserable wail and fell off of her, both girls cradling their red and aching tits.

Dana managed to slam an elbow into Heather's stomach, winding her and shoving her over onto her ass. "You want a new tear in those jeans?" Dana snarled as she shoved Heather's chest, flattening her on her back as her breasts bounced out of vest to join the rest of the half-naked bandmates. Dana tried to hold Heather down with one hand while the other formed a claw that gouged into Heather's crotch. She let out a high-pitched squeal as she kicked around wildly, the tight denim doing little to stop the crushing pressure of her attacker's hand. Her long and flailing leg finally caught her in the jaw as Dana was send tumbling back, slumping against the drum kit as Heather grabbed the wire to one of the spare amps nearby.

"Well so long as you've got all those ugly-ass piercings, I might as well beat a few more holes into you!" Heather threatened. She swung the cable like a whip, cracking Gayle across her back tattoo while she was still rising. She shrieked and threw up her hand to get in the way, but Heather kept swinging as it cracked against her arms and chest instead. Dana made a few blind grabs before she was able to catch the wire in midair, pulling hard and forcing Heather to fly towards her. She threw all her weight into a punch that buried her knuckles into Heather's crotch, making the stunned blonde go toppling over. Unfortunately the extra force of the yanked cable made her go flying and fall over onto Dana, tangled up together in a pile of drums and wires.

Liz and Gayle were seething as they nursed their chest injuries, but Liz struck first. The singer grabbed Gayle's fauxhawk and forced her face in between her sore and sweaty breasts. "You're the fucking backup singer for a reason, bitch! Now let's work on those lungs of yours!" She pulled viciously on Gayle's hair, working her into a breast smother as she shouted and cursed between her tits. Gayle beat her fists against Liz's ribs, but it wasn't enough for her to escape. She reached over her head and decided she'd rather take their lead singer down with her, wrapping her fingers around Liz's throat and strangling her by hand. They grunted and gagged as they started getting short on air, their painted and sexy faces now bruising and starting to turn red.

Heather and Dana had ended up in a similar situation, if more by mistake. Dana ended up in the tangled web of wires with her ass in Heather's face, facesitting her until the blonde couldn't breathe without having to go under Dana's skirt and smelling the sweaty performer's ass and pussy. Heather still had a handful of some of the cables, and when she yanked on them they clenched around Dana's neck and started to choke her out. The four of them were all gagging and trying to curse and threaten each other, just burning through their air even more quickly. As their vision blurred and they started to weaken, their hate for their bandmates just burned through it all. All their focus went into destroying the other, dedicated to their bitter and vengeful cause. In their first real coordinated act since the end of the show, all four women let out a wet, choking gasp and collapsed into a heap. With their attackers no longer actively strangling or smothering them, they were left in a position where they could still breathe, but they were knocked out cold.

A single stage hand peered into the room. He saw the four woman scratched, choked, beaten and stripped down, just to nod to himself. He picked up his headset and reported back to the rest of the staff. "Yea, we got another one. Yup. All four of 'em. Can we send someone to pick them up? Thanks." He sighed and shook his head at the battered celebs. "They're never gonna learn, are they?"