Blaise Cameron vs. Makoto Takeda: Time to Say Goodbye...

Blaise is aware of the audience's strange, over-enthusiastic response to their brawl; the mixture of thrill and disdain, the food items raining over his nearly-naked form. It's gross. Yet, as he pulls Divine further and further between his thighs, the teen finds himself thinking:

'Man, I really want popcorn.'

Of everyone present, Blaise likely gives the least resistance. He simply doesn't have it in him. His body is sore, battered, and barely able to manage on his own two feet. And while this puts most of the work on the security gals' side, it's way more accommodating than a raging, flailing combatant.

He finds himself supported between two women at either side. His head lulls to one, then the other. "So," he says conversationally to the blue-haired girl on his right. "Did I win?" While one may be forgiven for thinking he's simply been knocked senseless, the goofy grin on his face would verify that that was, indeed, a joke. His mind is fuzzy, but seeing not one, but two people rush to put an end to his torture has put him in a better mood - confused though he may be about it.

But the grin fades quickly as his clouded gaze turned back to Mako. "Hey! We ain't done here, you and me! Don't forget that!"

Amy knew better than to resent Stone for clapping on the sleeper as Amy was shaking off that punch- sleepers are clean, they are efficient, and they are the perfect way to ride down a tireless opponent like her without having to try and match her energy. But Amy felt resentful all the same. It was pretty clear that the match was over- I mean, the named match participants were in custody now; it’s not like they’re just gonna clean everything up and start the fight up again. In short, Stone’s boss and Amy’s friend were no longer in danger of getting kicked off the roster, so there was no reason for them not to indulge themselves a little here. Amy would have said as much to Stone, but she couldn’t speak with a musclebound arm at her throat. So, instead, she dug her fingernails deep into Stone’s forearm. The hold was really locked in, though. Amy was fading fast...

Three security personnel- big girls, and burly- marched in to ruin the fun. But, in contrast to their purposeful approach, they demonstrated a severe lack of direction once they arrived, opting for a confused and completely ineffectual tug at the stubborn arm around Amy’s neck. Please give her one good punch in the face, then back off, Amy requested politely in her head. But they just kept pulling. Amy was sure that the security staff had training, and they clearly kept in good shape- better, even, than some of the wrestlers on payroll. But, in the face of overwhelming chaos, all that training went straight out the window. They were panicked; they knew nothing except to dumbly yank at the arm, being in the end about as helpful as a brick wall.

...Huh.

Amy lifted her arms and wrapped them around the back of Stone’s neck, lacing her fingers together for leverage. Then, with a sudden, desperate effort, she lifted her legs and kicked out hard, pushing against the clumped up security guards. What was even behind them right now? The ring? Maybe she could catch Stone in the lower back with the apron. Or maybe she’d get lucky and catch her against the ring post. Ooh! Even better, what if Amy got Stone to fall over, and Stone caught her head on the apron on her way down? Amy was optimistic- she had to be. Judging by the pressure building in her head, she didn’t have that much more time to be awake.

Just as Mariko was starting to get pulled away from Mako, the Valkyrie leader suddenly leapt at the cluster of people and sent her fist smashing into Mariko’s jaw. “Ugh!” she grunted out as her head rocked to the side, then immediately started thrashing around as she tried to fight through the security personnel to get to Mako again.

“Try it, bitch! I’m going to enjoy ripping each and every one of you apart!” She shouted back while glaring a hole right through Mako’s head. Meanwhile, security was working hard to make sure that didn’t happen, as the people restraining Mariko and Mako started to drag them away from each other to keep things from spiraling even further out of control.

It seemed they were attempting the same with Blaise and Divine and Amy and Stone, though having much more difficulty with the latter. The “LET THEM FIGHT!” chants continued to ring out loud and clear throughout the building, and Mariko would’ve loved nothing more than to do just that. But as things stood, it didn’t seem that was likely to happen right now...

There wasn't a musical interruption, nor any lighting ques to announce the entrance... a shapely figure dressed in a luxurious black silk dress embroiled with a red and green stitched rose motif, slipped smoothly out from behind the backstage area onto the top of the rampway... A microphone was in her hands, but she needed not to cough for the attention of others. First number people in the audience closer to the top of the rampway saw her and the attention slowly swept like a wave through the rest of the crowd as some vocalized the immediate distaste for the otherwise visually pleasing appearance of the GM of Tension... Ms. Melissa Sellers.

"Why hello there dearies..." She spoke soothingly after a moment had passed as she put up a hand, perhaps a gesture for the crowd to stop booing or for those brawling to stop fighting. "I do so hope that you are not intending to cause the good servants of Tension security further unwanted hassle..." She paced the top of the rampway like a feline stalking a prey from afar

"You could by all means continue on disrupting my show... Just as I could happen to rewrite a certain six pristine contracts of a certain six wrestlers so that they take a... hmmm... somewhat undesired career adjustment...

But, You're not going to continue disrupting my show and I'm not going to rewrite anything... For now... Seems you all wish so much to tear each other limb from limb and have been doing this little mating dance between you for sometime now... I don't see why it shouldn't be done under the most beneficial arrangements... Don't you agree? The next Tension pay per view is coming up, and there it will be..." Melissa put her hands up as if indicating to an imaginary headline fight card

"The Valkyries... versus... Mr. Cameron, Ms. Poford and Ms. Ishii."

Stone kept her hold on Amy and she kept it tight. It wasn't because she was feeling vindictive, though today's events were starting to leave her in a particularly sour mood. She'd seen the damage Amy could do unleashed, she knew how dangerous the little spitfire could be, and unlike her fellow Valkyries, she wasn't in the habit of letting her enemies get an advantage on her. "Just relax..." Stone fought back a growl as one of the guards punched her in the back of the head. "We're almost-"

Amy was suddenly not pulling away anymore - she was pushing back, going in the same direction Stone was tugging. The result threw the former soldier off balance and launched her into the ring post, slamming her back against it and causing the guards to scatter as she let Amy go. The guards immediately got up and stood between them, trying their best to make a human wall.

"You're fucked, too, bitch!" Mako pointed at Blaise with one hand and flipped him off with the other, as two of the guards kept her pinned against the barricade. "You're lucky your little bitch came out, because I had you! Two more minutes, and-"

Mako, for the first time in a long time, went silent as the woman who wrote her paychecks started speaking. She was surprised to see Melissa out here - she didn't even think the bitch watched the show, much less that she was even in the same building while Tension aired. But here she was, throwing her weight around and saying her peace. And she had few interesting things to say, too.

"What kind of bullshit is this?!" Mako made her way over to Divine and the aching Stone, while security renewed their efforts to keep the two teams seperated. The crowd seemed to be down with the whole idea, but she didn't share the enthusiasm. This wasn't part of the plan. Didn't fit into things the way she wanted.

"Oh Deary..." Melissa said softly as Mako verbalized her distaste, seeming not to like the fact that Mako was taking exception to what she had arranged

"I'm sure that you're squad that are used to teaming together regularly, should have no issues prevailing over a rag tag selection of individuals..." Melissa said dismissively "Until then, I will take my leave.

Toodles.." Melissa spoke before turning to exit the arena.

Blaise pulls weakly against the pair of security guards restraining him, achieving nothing. He has a snappy comeback! He knew what Mako was trying to say! And despite everything; the beating he took, his lack of spirit, the fact that he knew the ending was coming, he has enough brass to fire back.

Only he doesn't get to.

Melissa Sellers, someone he'd seen only once long enough to get signed to the roster, makes an appearance and changes everything up. He stops struggling and tilts his head, inquisitive. This opens up some new opportunities. It gives him a chance to settle things with Amy. It gives them both a chance to coordinate with Mariko. This is a good thing. So naturally, Mako's against it.

"What's the matter, princess?," calls back Blaise to the short Asian. "Startin' to get scared again?" The taunt is, in fact, completely self-unaware. He was saved here tonight. There's no question in the audience's mind. And when a few laughs rise up from his comment, they aren't entirely derisive towards Mako.

Amidst the chaos at ringside, all was suddenly interrupted by a lone voice amplified on a microphone. Mariko immediately turned her gaze toward the stage, and was surprised to see none other than the boss herself, Melissa Sellers. Much like Blaise, this was both a rare and relatively new sight for Mariko, though that though was quickly pushed aside as she listened to the GM.

When the announcement of the match was made, Mariko grinned and turned her eyes back to the regrouping Valkyries, though a wall of security now separated both sides. “You guys got lucky tonight, but next time we’re gonna give you sluts the beating of your lives!” Mariko yelled out to the Valkyries.

As much as she would’ve loved to give the Valkyries what they deserved here tonight, this new match would be even better to serve that purpose. This way there’d be more time to plan with Amy and Blaise, and much more people would be there to see it. She was already quite eager for the big day to arrive.

The maneuver did the trick, and, by some miracle, Amy was even able to keep her feet when Stone dropped the sleeper. But Amy’s balance was as unsteady as the blood in her brain was stale, and, by the time she had gotten her bearings and turned herself around, a very solid, very irritated-looking wall of security guards had erected itself between her and her prey.

No big deal; Amy clenched and unclenched her fists and tried to make eye contact with Stone. There were only three of them; if Stone wanted Amy as badly as Amy wanted Stone, then Amy was sure that the three security personnel wouldn’t present much of an obstacle if they worked together. But Stone didn’t seem the least bit interested. Hell, the way that her gaze was fixed up at the arena entrance, it was like she’d forgotten that Amy was even there. Ugh, whatever. She could start without her.

Amy crouched low, ready to pounce. Security tensed...

When Mariko jumped into the fray, Amy had hardly noticed, even though her entrance had caused the din from the crowd to hit riotous levels. Chaos begets chaos; the spike in energy was nothing unexpected, and certainly nothing to stop her rampage over. On the contrary, the tumult was just fuel on the fire, adding a few extra microliters of adrenaline to her already overclocked system.

But Amy stopped now, mid-pounce. Confused. This was different; the environment had turned eerily quiet. Something had sucked all the spirit out of the room, like music suddenly cut at a party. Amy looked about, and everyone had their heads turned toward the ramp, just like Stone. Finally, Amy followed suit.

Save for a few rebellious boos and quickly dying chants of “Let them fight!”, the arena was near silent. Melissa Sellers- stately blonde woman and Amy’s boss- stood at the entrance, waiting patiently for even those to wind down before lifting her microphone to her mouth. When she spoke, it was in a jarringly peaceful tone; even Mako had stopped her screeching to listen to what she had to say.

By the time Melissa had spoken her piece and made her exit, Amy was fuming. The Valkyries had been running amok and disrupting “her show” for months- months!- and Melissa hadn't done jack shit about it. Oh, but now that there was a pay per view on the horizon, the GM was suddenly super interested making the most “beneficial arrangements,” huh? Yeah, I’ll bet. The little opportunist. I bet she couldn't wait to monetize this controversy. I bet she was ecstatic that she could sell tickets to this problem, which the administration should have handled in the first place.

Fucking bullshit.

But Amy wasn’t about to stage a mutiny here, not with the threat of dismissal looming over her head. She swallowed her rage and turned away from Stone, away from the wall of security guards, and walked over to where Blaise and Mariko were making their taunts to Mako. Amy didn’t join in; instead, she motioned for the jailers to release Blaise into her custody. “Let’s go,” she said quietly to her two teammates, offering her shoulders to Blaise and indicating for Mariko to do the same.

By now everyone was dispersing, and the chaos finally settling down for now. Both groups of combatants were now separated by a wall of security, and Blaise was released to be sent off with Amy and Mariko. And when the blonde went to offer a shoulder to help him, Mariko did the same. Together, they’d all then make their way to the back to start making preparations for their upcoming clash with the Valkyries at the pay per view.