Grave Circumstances

As the audience waited, a new song would suddenly play as Valrie made her way out.  Using the mic Valrie would start to sing her own song, Reaper Reaper as she slowly made her way down to the ring.  The audience would begin to applaud her, enjoying the song.  This was her first time in AFW and she was going to give the audience a moment they would never forget.

Once she had finished her song, she would then slide into the ring.  “Hello Japan!  I hoped you fucking enjoyed that, cause I know I sure as hell did!  What I am saying, of course, you fucking enjoyed it, you guys all fucking love me!” stated Valrie in an arrogant tone. “But I didn't fucking come to AFW to just fucking sing!  No, I also came here to fucking fight!  My stupid psychologist said I have some dumb anger issues or something like that....  Well, I don't really fucking care what he says but it did give me a great fucking idea!  If I really do have fucking anger issues, why not work them out on some stupid idiot brutes!  So yes, I am joining AFW and I'm going to be kicking some fucking ass!  In fact, I already did so in a bar!” stated Valrie in an arrogant tone.  With that, she would get ready to leave the ring.

Saori definitely swore she was hearing things. After finally getting her first match, and making more than enough cash to repay the bar (though she was a bit miffed she got stuck with the full bill), that whole debacle should have been old history. But for some reason, that obnoxious racket the zombie bitch had tried to play was stuck in the back of her head.

...Wait.

She hadn't even heard that much of it. That didn't make any sense. Realizing it wasn't just in her head, Saori's face went almost as pale as the visage she saw on the screen nearby. The rather robust woman was sitting in one of the lounges in the AFW building, taking a break after attending to some business. But the screens in there only showed AFW feeds, so that meant... By the time she had even given it much thought, her body was already out the door and rather swiftly walking to the backstage passageways.

Not even bothering to queue her entrance music, Saori grabbed a mic from one of the stage techs and marched out on to the entrance stage in her black t-shirt and jeans, just as Valrie was readying to leave.

"OY, YOU PASTY-FACED BITCH! I THINK YOU AND I HAVE A BAR TAB TO SETTLE!"

Just as Valrie was about to make her way out, she was interrupted by a familiar face who spoke a few words to her.  She would simply give a smile before taking a few steps back and getting to the center of the ring.  “Oh, look who the fuck it is!  Last time we met, I gave you a fucking ass-kicking but I guess you want some more!  But what the hell, if you want to fight, lets fucking fight, I'm ready to kick your ass a second time!” stated Valrie as she mocked her opponent.

“COME ON, YOU AND ME, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!  LET'S MAKE IT A HARDCORE MATCH!  DO YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE THAT?” stated Valrie as she tried to hype the crowd and force some peer pressure on Saori.  A hardcore match would be perfect, she could keep on beating her opponent and send her to the hospital.  She would also not have to worry about following any rules, something which she hated.

"Kicked MY ass!?" Saori replied incredulously. Granted she hadn't actually come down here with a plan, but she was hardly one to back down from a challenge like that. Simmering in anger for a second, she cracked her knuckles audibly, making quite the noise for the mic in her hand.

The imposing woman began to march her way down towards the ring, fuming as she kept her eyes on Valrie.

"Don't get all cocky just 'cuz you got in a few punches! This time, you're gonna see what a Tiger can REALLY do! There's no weird-talking creepy bitch here to butt in and save your ass!"

Like the slow and steady river she was named for, Mississippi's music began to lazily spill over the arena speakers. She had a Gothic dress on that was quite frilly and a large black hat with a veil draped over her face. In her hands she held a hinged lacquer box and she walked down towards the ring with an easy saunter, swinging her hips in time to the twangy entrance theme.

As she slipped into the ring, she grabbed a chair in passing and set it up near the other two. She quietly sat in it and then opened the box, pausing momentarily to look at the girls. "Oh, it's moments like these that I do wish I could just bottle up and treasure forever." She said and smiled behind the veil. "Don't the two a you agree? Ain't it just a silly lil thing?"

From the box, she pulled out a small bit of needle and thread and began to pull a length and carefully began to thread the eye of the needle. "I had been wonderin what ta do with my latest project, but, I definitely think I've got an idea. I should be thankin the two of ya." She mused.

"Well, actually, the two of ya should be thankin me, I s'poose." She said as she reached into the box and pulled out a rather large and rather sharp looking pair of scissors that seemed far to inappropriate for cutting thread. They were silver and ornate and made a distinct *shink* sound as they cleanly cut the thread.

Valrie would smile as she heard Saori comments. It looked like the two were going to have a match, that was until she heard someone theme music play. She watch as the third girl from the bar fight made her entrance. Valrie would slowly retreat to the ropes before leaning on them just before the new girl slipped into the ring and began to talk. The Canadian rock-star had a confused face as she heard what the interloper said and did.

Having had enough Valrie would start to make her way towards her, ignoring Saori for the time until she saw the large scissors that could easily be used as a weapon. “I don't know who the fuck you think you are but no one here is impressed or amused by whatever the fuck you are doing. Still you did appear in our bar fight so I am happy to kick your fucking ass as well as hers.” stated Valrie in an annoyed tone while she stayed close to the ropes. If this new opponent came at her with those massive scissors, the zombie-like rockstar would quickly get out of the ring.

This new development left Saori stunned to silence, looking dumbfounded.

Her too!? Was everyone in this city a wrestler!?

Shaking off both her disbelief at another obscene coincidence as well as Mississippi's creepy appearance and actions, Saori finally managed to spit out, "Wh-what the hell are you doing here!? Are you trying to mess with us again!?"

Though clearly angered, the large woman stood her ground for the time being, most certainly wary of the large, sharp instrument the foreigner was wielding.

Mississippi heard the girls' words and smiled. She was glad her red eyes were covered by the veil. They may have briefly betrayed her. She set the scissors on her leg and then reached into the box once more. She pulled out what looked like a small, vaguely doll made from burlap and held it up.

"Moi?" Mississippi said and smiled. "I wouldn't mess with anyone.' She said. "But, I do wonder if the case is true for both of you." She said. "Do you know what this is?" She asked as she began to put a stitch in the doll, sewing up the side. "It's not finished yet, it's still missin... somethin." She said.

and then lifted it up. "Either of you ladies care to help me put the finishin touches on it? She lifted up the scissors and opened and closed them with quick, sharp motions. "A few locks of hair should be fine. Then I'll have a pretty lil keepsake to remember all of our fun times with. Isn't that what life's about? Takin it easy and havin a good time? I mean." She continued.

"The next step you take might just be the last one." *shink*

The scissors carelessly snipped the dolls head off and it rolled towards the two. "Oh my. How careless."

Valrie was getting pissed, she couldn't handle this anymore, every second that pass by only added more to her anger and frustration.  With each inhale her body would rise and with each exhale her body would lower.  If it wasn't for all the makeup and effects her face would be red as a tomato.  Then when she saw the doll and heard how it was missing a piece, Valrie would lose it.  Once the head was cut off she would fall to the ground before rolling out of the ring.

Once outside the ring, she would make her way to the audience pushing one of them off his chair before grabbing it and folding it.  The chair would prove to be an equalizer to the giant scissors that Mississippi had in her hands.  She would then attempt to make her way back into the ring, with the chair still in her hands, determine to end this conversation and to start a fight.

Saori felt a little chill down her spine as Mississippi sliced the doll's head off. She wasn't the overly superstitious type, but in particular those kind of invisible, intangible voodoo ghost kind of things creeped her out. Big, sharp metal tools weren't exactly her favorite thing either. Part of her didn't want anything to do with the weird foreigner, but part of her also wanted the whole score from the bar settled.

Watching as Valrie grabbed a chair and started making her way towards Mississippi, the currently unarmed Saori felt like not getting involved just yet. Tossing her mic off to the side, she glanced around anxiously, looking for something for her to use.