An alliance of convenience....and hate.

"Beat em down!" "Break them!" "Make em suffer!" these were the voices of several people surrounding a ring below a bar situated in a alleyway. This place had a small underground fight club, where virtually anyone could show up and beat down other people.



Presently in the ring was a young man, clearly Russian. And he was currently on his third fight in a row, breaking some random luchador's head in. Since his first match didn't go so well, he had tried to pick a fight with Ninjette who was a known ally of his nemesis Ryan Knight. Damus Kirenko had taken some time off to train in secret, and now he was here testing his might.

Mr Kirenko had grabbed his foe by the head and lifted him to his knees, using his other hand to claw off the bottom part of the luchador's mask. Before forcing him to turn around and be thrown to the mat.

Damus paused for a second, looking at the useless fool who dared to try and beat him. He then performed his march of the victorious on him, stomping across the person's body. Ending it with a stomp right to the middle of the head. A short turnover and a three second pin later and Damus had won his third fight. His first had been against a boxer, clearly a rookie from how he left himself open. The second was a woman who brought a stun baton in the ring.

And now Damus had cleaned house with all three of them, so with that Damus had decided he'd made his point here. If only it were Mr Knight who was broken in front of him. But that would happen later. For now Damus had decided to retire for the night, without a word to anyone.

Shortly after Damus had made his way out the bar and into the alleyway, dressed in his formal attire.


And the best part was? Even if the cops could trace him to this place, they couldn't do a thing. As the son of a Russian politician, Damus had diplomatic immunity. It was illegal for him to be arrested. And so the anti-knight walked out the alleyway, intent on returning to his domain. Even though he was dressed formally Damus did look a bit rough, going through three fights even if they were curb stomps would do that.

He only lived a block away from the bar, so if anyone were to follow him it wouldn't be that hard....

As Damus makes his way to his apartment, he might notice something. Really, he couldn't NOT notice it - three women were sitting on the steps, blocking the path.

The Valkyries had been waiting on Damus for a little while - or to be precise, two of them had. Devine had actually gone to watch his first two matches, getting an idea of the sort of person they were dealing. He was fierce, a strong sort of brute, and against most foes, that would be enough...but in the AFW, he was outnumbered.

They had some ideas on changing that.

Mako turned turned off the phone she was tinkering with and looked up at Damus as he approached, giving him a short wave. "Hey, big man. You look a little tired. Rough night?"

Damus had his usual facial expression on, ice cold and stoic just like the lands he hailed from. His hands dug in the pockets of his suit, and sure enough his gaze went onto the three women in front of the entrance. They looked biker chicks, no doubt they reckoned he'd be a good target with his clothing.

And then one went and spoke to him, Damus let out a tiny smirk with the corner of the left part of his lip. His arms moved to fold in front of him. Since they were clearly occupying the entrance Damus figured they wanted something. A fight could perhaps be avoided, after all most of the time a fistful of dollars sorted these people out.

"Before you ask, no I'm not looking for any booty calls. Is there something you want besides that?" he said, if the worst came to it. Damus always had his diplomatic immunity, he wouldn't be responsible for what happened.

Mako let out a harsh laugh at that, shaking her head. "That's funny. You're funny." She leaned back so she could look him over, appraising him from head to toe. "Not...really my type, big man. Devine?" She looked over her shoulder, motioning between him and her curvaceous companion. "What do you think? Scale of one to ten, go."

"Eh." Devine pouted as she did a little appraising, herself. "Done worse. Done better, too. Five. Six, maybe." She glanced up the steps at the tallest of their crew, a blonde about as big as Damus himself with an aluminum bat at her side and a bored expression on her face. "Stone, your turn."

She perked up, turned to Damus, then turned right back to her original position with hardly a beat missed. "Not even if I wasn't gay."

"Ooo, ouch." Mako winced, trying her best to hold back a chuckle. Mostly failing. "Sorry, not interested in any 'booty calls', it's unanimous." She popped up and held out her phone, showing a scene from the AFW - one of him getting slapped around by the UKE. "Think we could help you with something else, though."

Damus had a small smirk on the right part of his lips now, well at least they weren't there for that. And it didn't seem like they wanted to scrap either, he tilted his head to the one who was suggesting an offer. He'd dealt with biker gangs and mafia hitmen back in Russia all the time, the one who spoke the most was usually the one in charge.

"You wish to help me with something? What might that be? What can you give that I, the son of a Russian politician cannot procure via my own means? Let's hear it anyway." Damus said, now the time for jokes was over.

He was straight to business, taking a couple of steps forward. One hand on his chin in interest, he figured they'd be here for something like that. If they just wanted to jump him they'd have done it by now.

"You talk funny. I'm pretty sure I could actually give you a proper lesson in manners." Mako cocked her head to the side with a lazy smile. "But, no, I was thinking something a little more direct. Like, say, making sure this..."

She showed a shot of him getting punched by Ryan...or, to be more specific, it was a GIF, with the blow on an infinite loop. "...doesn't happen again." She waved the picture his way. "By the way, when you Goolge your name, this is the first thing that shows up on Google Images. No joke."

Oh Damus remembered that, when Ryan showed up to a fight that was not is own. If that blasted Knight hadn't interfered he'd have broken that ninja girl in half and go after him next. He knew what they were doing, they were trying to get a reaction out of Damus so he'd be easier to manipulate.

A dozen mental images of him breaking this woman ran through his mind, all the while a wall of flame was behind it. But he kept those thoughts to himself, for the time being. The Russian weighed up what was happening, and what they wanted. This was too good to be true.

"Hmmmmm...." he muttered to himself, making eye contact with Mako. She did seem to be the leader. Perhaps something could be arranged.

"Tell you what...we shall discuss some terms. In private, your two associates need to wait here. Or else no deal." Damus said motioning to the two people Mako was with.

The trio looked between each other, exchanging some cautious glance. Mako didn't worry about handling herself, not against Damus, but all the same...

"Why, exactly?" Stone raised an eyebrow, running a palm over her bat. "Whatever you're going to talk about, you can talk about it here. WIth us."

Mako closed her eyes and nodded. "She's got a point. A rough point, but she's got it. We're a package deal - whatever you can say to me, you can say to them."

Damus gave a sigh, closing his eyes along with it. It was the sort of thing that said "You're testing my patience here." But they did seem to want to have a piece of his nemesis, so perhaps he could use them as bait. Use one pawn to eliminate the other, and emerge with the spoils for himself. But what was their stake in this? Damus had to find out.

"Answer me this, you seem to want to target Ryan Knight. Why exactly? I doubt your are doing this out of moral benevolence, I know your type. So in return I'd be giving you......" Damus said, one hand in his pocket and the other on his chin

Mako keep her face solid. Devine just looked amused. Stone, however... "I want to hit this guy in the head with my baseball bat." She gripped it tight and started to let it slide off her shoulders, before Devine moved up the steps and pressed a hand to her chest.

"Hey, hey, let's not lose our heads, here. Figuratively or literally, eh?" She smiled up at the bigger woman, calming her down as Mako watched the display over her shoulder. She shrugged it off and turned back to Damus a moment later, rubbing her chin.

"Money." She patted her knees like a drum, slapping the leather. "Sorry, I wish I had some loftier goal, here, but...yeah, just money. Unless you have something else of value that I'm not aware of."