Gravediggers

Valrie was now backstage at a bar.  She had just recently finished all her paperwork in AFW and had a bit of time off.  Feeling in a good mood, she decided to do a show for the a local bar.  She felt it was a good way for her to boost her reputation among the locals.  Of course, a few of her bodyguards and other personal decided to tag along.  She hated the fact they had to follow her everywhere she went but, at least, they did their jobs and kept creeps away from her while also taking care of most of the paperwork.

One of her staff members then told her it was time for her to start.  “About bloodily time.” stated Valrie in an annoyed tone as she then grab her guitar and made her way to the stage as she was followed by three band members.  “HELLO JAPAN!  YOU READY TO ROCK?” yelled Valrie as the crowd then cheered.  “I CAN'T HEAR YOU!  I SAID, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?” ask Valrie once again as the crowd then cheered even louder.  “THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!” yelled the pale skin rock star as she then began to play and sing her rock music for the entire bar to listen.

Mississippi loved death probably more than a normal person should. Mississippi, however, was anything but. Back in the United States, she might stick out. She was tall, extremely tall for a woman, and quite thin. She had piercing eyes that seemed naturally red and from a distance, dressed in her Gothic attire, she looked haunting.

In Japan, she was downright alien.

So, when she could, she went to places where she might not be the only freak around. It was why she enjoyed the AFW despite not doing much wrestling. She hung about and watched all the other freaks. Tonight seemed to be no different. There was a band in town that she was somewhat interested in. The Japanese Visual Kei was about the only interesting thing the Japanese did with their music, though Mississippi hated their language. it was so terse and rigid. It was in too much of a hurry. Mississippi liked to take things slowly.

As Valerie came to the stage, dressed as the zombie girl, Mississippi lifted her hand to her lips and giggled. "Oh, I do declare." She said in her sweet, southern twang. "People these days just..." Mississippi didn't finish her thought and just let her eyes focus on the show.

Naturally, Saori's first thing she did when arriving in a new place was to check out ALL of the local bars. The first two nights had been rowdy, but largely without incident, and now here she was, deep into her third locale and very drunk. Without much to do today, she and her manager had started the festivities pretty early, but by this point the man had gotten worn out and headed back home for the night, pretty much letting Saori loose. No longer having to worry about troubling her manager, the tall and imposing woman was making quite the ruckus along with some other random foreigners she had just met.

Cheering coming from another area of the establishment managed to catch Saori's attention, causing her to turn just as she downed yet another beer. It looked like a band was about to play, which greatly excited the hot-blooded woman, or at least until the lead singer started screaming. Though she might not have looked like it, Saori disliked heavy metal quite a bit, cringing noticeably as the loud clanging noises echoed throughout the entire bar.

And then, in her very inebriated state, the words had already left her mouth before she even thought about it. "OII, PASTY! KEEP THAT SHIT DOWN!"

Just as Valrie had started her song it seemed there was someone who was yelling at her, telling her to shut up.  The zombie looking rocker would stop as the rest of her band then did the same.  She would focus her eyes on the person who yelled at her as she then grabbed the mic, clearly pissed off at what was going on.  “HI, WHY DON'T YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LET EVERYONE ELSE ENJOY THE MUSIC.  DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS!” yelled Valrie into the microphone as she pointed at the Japanese raven hair girl.  Knowing from experience, that would usually shut the person up.  Though there always was one or two people who kept on talking and that was when Valrie would come down and beat the crap out of them.  In fact, she had gotten a bit of a reputation for it and many of her fans loved her for it though her co-workers hated it, as it gave them much more work to do.

Saori felt a bit in the wrong for a moment, but Valrie's angry retort managed to spark her temper, aggravating the drunk even more. "AS IF ANYONE ENJOYS THAT RACKET. I'M TRYIN' TO HAVE A CONVERSATION OVER HERE!" she roared back as she stood upright, revealing her whole rather intimidating figure, dressed in a black tank top and jeans. Of course, seeing what was probably about to go down, the group of Europeans she had been chatting with had already started slinking away, not wanting to get in any trouble.

"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY IT, YOU CHUUNIBYOU-ASS BITCH!"

As the spotlight now shown on the two girls about to face down, Mississippi did not budge from her spot against the bar. Even as the Europeans fled and everyone gave the angry and probably drunk woman a wide birth and cleared a path for Valerie if she wanted to make good on her offer, Mississippi didn't budge one bit.

She smiled softly at Saori's words and brought up her hand. "I think your conversation just fled in terror." She giggled. "Why not enjoy the music just a bit. "Even if the sound isn't quite there, she certainly is tryin ta make herself look ... interesting." Mississippi said in her gentle southern twang.

"Didn't ya realize this was a live music venue?" She asked. Clearly Saori did not and if she had, this would have saved her the huge headache she was currently inflicting on herself.

Valrie was pissed now, not only had this audience member not shut her mouth but she had also insulted her music as well.  She would now let go of the mic and jump off stage and onto the ground.  The other band members would take a step back as they saw this, knowing what was about to happen.  Several bouncers would now try to make their way towards her but her security guards intercepted them, making sure they would not interfere.

She would now get right into the loud mouth Japanese face.  “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” ask Valrie as she would then throw a punch aimed at the Japanese girl face, not listening to what anyone else was saying.  The Rockstar was going to show that she was not going to take any shit from anyone.

"Eh?" Saori turned towards the stranger with the odd accent. "Still no reason they gotta play shitty music!" she retorted, before turning back towards the approaching Valrie. The painted-up woman was pretty tall, but still not as tall as Saori. Even if she was a crappy musician, maybe she'd still be a good brawl, exciting the hot-blooded woman.

"You heard me, bi-GGGGMMPH!" Saori was abruptly slugged across the face by the angry rockstar, staggering to the side and leaning onto the bar for support. Valrie certainly was way stronger than she looked. Spitting out a bit of blood from a cut inside her lip, Saori rose back up with a maniac grin on her face, looking at the wannabe zombie.

"Not bad." she stated, before abruptly throwing herself at Valrie and attempting to tackle her to the ground!

Mississippi casually slipped behind Saori as she charged the rocker girl. She stayed close, but not close enough to get wrapped up in the fight. "Oh my." She said, stifling a giggle as she looked about the rest of the crowd who clearly weren't sure what to do.

"Now this is far more entertainin." She cooed softly.

Getting that punch in, sure felt good.  Then to her surprise, she was tackled to the ground.  Several bouncers would try to interfere and break up the fight, only to be met by Valrie security guards causing a fight between the two groups.  Several bouncers and security guards would fall into several drinkers, causing half the bar to join in the fight as well, now making it a massive three-way brawl.

Valrie wasn't all talk, she was the kind of girl who could back up her words with actions.  Her hand would attempt to grab an object before finding a beer bottle, which she would then grab and attempt to smash over the head of the girl who dared to mock her music.  “TAKE THIS YOU BITCH!” yelled with utter hatred.