Tension Tag Tourney Round 2! United Kingdom Elite Vs.The Valkyries

Stone, despite popular opinion, was not a complete idiot. She didn't think Ryan would just sit back and watch while she dug her knee into John's back and saved Mako. She knew there'd be some kind of retaliation in the works, and she looked to Ryan the second after she was done, expecting it.

What she didn't expect was for Ryan to come flying at her with an enziguiri kick, of all things. She'd always pinned Ryan for being a bulkier sort of wrestler, but it seemed he had a little luchadore in him, too. She wound up taking the kick to the face and dropping hard, only to roll right out of the ring while the referee chided them both.

Mako, on the other hand, was just glad to no longer be in excruciating pain. She wasn't able to stand back up just yet, but lucky for her, she didn't have to. John had fallen down nearby. Convenient.

She crawled over, grabbed him by the hair, and started to ram his face into the canvas, over and over and over, filling each blow with as much malice and hate as she could muster.

The crowd was roaring in excitement, Ryan had just performed a fantastic move. It wasn't usually Mr Knight's sort of style, but after causing general havoc in Asia's indie wrestling circuit you picked up a few things here and there. Mr Knight quickly rolled forward after connecting with the kick, and lo and behold he was back in the ring apron just as quickly as he came out. That would be one for a GIF certainly.

But back in the ring it wasn't looking good for John at all, his back most certainly had a red imprint on it. Although the master of creation was hoping that Mako would take the time to gracefully move back and nurse her leg, to try and numb the pain that John had so skilfully inflicted.

Alas though Mako was trying to carry out some offense, and it wasn't anything proper. No she was grabbing him by the hair, most likely holding that strand that John had dyed red just because. And was now proceeding to slam him into the mat, and she wasn't trying to hold back. No something told John that Mako was trying to really mess him up, this wasn't looking good.

John grunted a couple of times while he was being hit, but knew he needed to get a way out of this. And the quicker the better, with that in mind John attempted to sucker punch Mako with an elbow between the eyes and attempt to scramble back up to his knees. Wasn't his sort of thing but things were desperate right now for the artist. Ryan was watching from the apron, lip lightly bit in worry. But he knew John could cope alright, after he was personally trained by the paragon of Britain himself.

"Gonna." Slam. "Fuck." Slam. "You." Slam. "Up!"

Something was happening behind Mako that made the audience stand up and cheer, but she couldn't be bothered enough to look over her shoulder and see. She was far more interested in the extremely satisfying experience of ramming John's face into the mat ad nauseum, enjoying the way it bounced off the canvas and looking forward to the possibility of breaking his nose.

She could've done it all day, and even would have if given the chance, but John managed to get his shit together and strike back. The blow landed square on Mako's face, stunning her and forcing her to back off.

She rolled to the ropes and grabbed the middle one, getting a tight grip to pull herself back up with. Leg was still hurting from the crab, but it wasn't going to be the end of her. Not when she was facing a guy like this.

John was going to need a few things after this match, an ice pack was one of them. Or several of them at this rate, the ringing in his head was equal to that of a headache gained from snorting a few paint fumes. Only without the buzz that it gave you, it would be something that Mako most likely wouldn't be able to comprehend.

And Mr Carnaby was also pretty darn angry at Mako right now, at first he was just "Not personal, just business." now though Mako had made it pretty darn clear that she was really trying to mess up the master of creation. Under normal circumstances John would have tossed the match and not do battle against someone of Mako's character, who had no honour. But this was an exception, John needed to stand by the side of his boss. And show what he could do, and maybe teach these bikers a lesson or two.

As hard as Mako was John's attack clearly did have an effect on her, it didn't escape the peerless eyes of the artist. Trying to block out the nagging pain in his head John tried to get up as quickly as he could, he too grabbed hold of the ropes to help himself up. He could note Ryan from behind Mako, keeping her in their part of the ring was best. John sized her up and tried to start going for a series of knife chops, slapping his bare hand swiftly and harshly against her leather outfit. Wasn't his forte, but Mr Knight did teach how to do it and do it right.

Mako was going to need a few things after this match. Something to drink, something hard and good and not meant for someone her size to be cosuming more than a glassful. A fuck would be nice, too, but with Divine nursing her arms, she'd have to hit up the rest of the gang and see who was up for it. Decisions, decisions.

She could think about getting pussy later, since the one she was dealing with right now was more demanding of her attention. John didn't keep her waiting long before he began to lash out, slashing the knife edge against her chest over and over and making her wish she hadn't thrown her jacket at him  when they started. She could've used the cushioning.

As it was, she only had her camaflouge wifebeater to absorb the punishment, and the chops left a few red marks all along her bare chest. But it wasn't anything she couldn't take - it stung, but she was accustomed to a lot worse than a bee sting. Which meant she didn't just have to tank it. She could strike back.

Mako ducked under the last knife edge and struck back with a low roundhouse kick, nearly skimming the floor as she swung it towards his ankle in an attempt to trip him up.

John had a feeling that this wouldn't work, but it felt good at least. Felt like capital punishment, now if only he could have Mako shot. A bit excessive yes, but something Ryan might have been all for. With a blunderbuss naturally.

That said though, John happened to be swiftly countered. Eyes going wide briefly as the artist had been swiped off of his feet, and not in the romantic way. Not good, the last time John was down on the ground Mako made him pay for it. This called for some ring savvy actions, discretion was the better part of valour here.

Without a word John quickly rolled to the apron and out the ring, grunting out as he landed outside. Mr Carnaby then quickly bolted back to his corner and got back up on the apron, Ryan smiled and said "Good ring awareness John."

The master of creation only gave a nod as he slid back into the ring, John had a feeling that Mako wouldn't be daring enough to mount an assault on the corner. The artist knew he needed to try and carry on the attack, John moved fast and low to approach his opponent and attempt to counter whatever Mako gave at him to the best of his ability.

John was down again, finally. Mako moved in, ready to pounce on him and drill those pretty-boy features right into the mat...and she wound up nearly falling flat on her face, as her target swiftly rolled out of the ring, seeking safety on the outside.

Mako spat off to the side and stood back up, chuckling as she glanced Ryan's way. "'Ring awareness'. Whatever." She put her hands on her hips and waited for John to make his way back in. "That what they call 'being a total chickenshit' in Britain?"

It was a good thing for Mako's extremely limited patience that she didn't have to wait long before John rolled back in, and, like a true gentleman, he was kind enough to leave himself wide open, begging for an attack. Like a true bitch, she gladly obliged him.

Mako rushed towards him and jumped right before they clashed, flying at his legs with a baseball slide. Sooner or later, she would get him down once again, and when that happened...

"It's called strategy darling, look it up sometime. You can read can't you?" Ryan responded. Ah he loved retorting to people like Mako, her falling near flat on her face looked priceless. Again worthy of a GIF, perhaps with words like faceplam or something like that.

Meanwhile John was eager to keep going, he wanted not only to make Mako pay for what she had done. But also to show what he was capable of, that he wasn't some rookie with a rich benefactor. No.

He winced and grunted loudly, John just managed to catch himself on his knees from that baseball slide and stop himself from falling completely down. It still hurt like hell though, and it could be the least of his worries if Mako had her way. But he wasn't going to just lie down and take it if he could help it, oh no sir. Although his legs were injured John could still use them, he knew he had to do something and now.

It was risky but the payoff could be worth it, John grabbed the middle rope and sized up Mako while looking over his shoulder. No doubt she'd near him to commence an attack and John would suddenly try to spin around and wrap his arms around her chest, going into the motions for a belly to belly suplex. It would send both of them right towards the centre of the ring if he was able to pull it off, John's legs hurt no doubt. But he needed to dig down deep for this one, pride and money was on the line.

"Nope." Mako sighed as she moved in for the slide. "It's just called 'being a chickenshit'. Sorry."

She scored a homerun on John's legs and brought him down again, but he was pretty spry for a fairly big guy - before she could turn around and capitalize, he was already working his way back up with the ropes, strugging to get back up and looking like the perfect picture of a sitting duck. Far, far too tempting to resist.

Mako came at him from behind and reached for John's hair, hoping to drag him down and drive her knee into the back of his head for her Skull Breaker signature move. It would've turned the match in her favor if it landed...but that wasn't meant to be. Instead, she found herself captured and trapped in John's steely arms. She was sent flying before she could even started to struggle, and the two of them wound up crashing in the middle of the ring.

Mako landed hard on her shoulders and rolled over to her stomach, letting out a low and muffled moan into the canvas. "God, I fucking hate you clowns."

John surprised himself with what he had just done, the artist had expected in his legs to buck under the sudden movements and the pain. Although they still felt a wee bit jelly-is, but that was something fantastic right there. Perhaps it was because of how light Mako was that it made the move all the more easier? Yes if John tried to do that to either Ryan or Stone in his condition chances were good he'd muck up.

But now the artist and his foe were now dumped into the centre of the ring, with John hearing Mako's reaction. The master of creation rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and said "Dammit. Your worse than Lucy! Seriously!"

Ryan saw a chance here, he was extending his hand out. And was also proceeding to slap his turnbuckle, to try and rile up the crowd. "To me my friend!" he shouted.

Mr Knight knew that move would have taken quite a bit out of John, not to mention the artist's counter. John saw what he was doing and figured he should take this chance to try and bring in a fresh paragon of Britain. Without even waiting to check for Mako the master of creation rolled to his belly and began crawling as fast as he could in an attempt to leave the biker in his dust. Mako would need to either try to stop John or move to tag Stone, but either way she'd better do it quick because John was already digging deep and making his way to his corner..