Sisters of All Styles vs. The Valkyries - Blooded

Clara would pass by Reiko, as the woman tried to reach out to her to stop her escape towards her sister. The Valkyrie called out to the Shadow Lord, and attempted to catch her with her arms...but GASTER just single-mindlessly ran towards the edge of the ring, aiming to exit and help Alice outside, so that the two of them could regroup and find a way to defeat their opponents...

In the middle of thinking that, she felt a strong force grab her by the shins, and trip her down to the floor!

"WAAAAA----OOOFFF!!!"

On her way down, GASTER barely managed to soften her landing with her arms, her head hitting the mat with a bit of force, Clara stopping right near the ropes in her fall...

As GASTER turned, she saw that the biker had taken hold of her legs!

"N-NO! L-let go off me!", Clara tried to resist, get her legs away from Reiko and finally escape the ring!

...but suddenly:

"Aghhhhh!!!"

The other woman in the ring would take her attention away from Alice and onto her, grabbing her ponytail and twisting at it, mocking her attempts at helping the Pale Rider...

...and picked her up, and hurled her over the barricade! A few people, recognizing that Makoto was planning something rough, would leave their chairs, not content with acting as cushioning for another wrestler. Few, with worse reactions remained...

...and ultimately, as GASTER was tossed by Makoto outside of the ringside area, she would end up half on top of a man and a woman still trying to escape, and half on the empty steel chairs, which would painfully dig into her back!

She hissed in pain as she slid onto the floor. She was outside, but now, the barricade separated her and Alice!

The Pale Rider would see everything that would occur: "You actually crazy or something?", Alice would say as she sat up: "You are fighting us, not the crowd...uuuuggghh...".

She tried to stand up, and use the ring apron for support...yet her leg was still hurt to hell and beyond to put any pressure onto it...

Reiko held firm as best she could, Clara come falling to the mat with a less than satisfying thud. It was almost like this girl was tailor made to piss her off. Getting up, running away, squealing like a little girl and the whole weirdo gimmick. She found herself growling, fingers clawing up GASTER's leg to try and find purchase on one of the girl's knee pads, the only real handhold she could find.

“Stop flopping around!” Her mounting frustrated was evident in her voice. She wanted to fight but this chick wasn't even trying to tussle with her. She was pulled about as Clara kicked and struggled, eventually wrenching free from her glass leaving Reiko to faceplant on the mat. She pushed herself up, glaring daggers as her prey left the ring, popping up to go fetch her bat again the moment she saw Makoto had it handled.

Scooping up her weapon of choice she wheeled around fast, charging to the ropes. She dropped down into a roll, touching the r boots to the outside. Trading her bat from.one hand to the other, she threw up an arm to Makoto in passing, attempting to exchange a small forearm thump akin to a high five.

“Sorry, won't let her get by again.” She murmured low, not letting the crowd or her opponents see her with tail tucked between her legs. This was her moment to impress the boss, the real boss not the smiling asshole that currently held the official title. She looked up to her sisters and nobody else was going to change that fact. Brushing by, she put on her mean face again as she trudged to the barrier.

“Thought you wanted a challenge.” Reiko swung her bat in a violent sweep, scattering empty chairs from her path to clatter along the floor. She tilted her head up, grinning as she came closer and closer. Too easy. She slowed, circling another steel chair to put it between the two of them. Reiko propped up a boot on the lip of the seat, sneering as she looked over Clara.

“If you can't even fight you might as well take a seat, loser.” Reiko thrust out her leg, shoving the chair forward to skid along the floor right at Clara. Dropping her other foot back to the hard ground, when chalked up her bat between her hands, ready for when her foe actually stood up again.

Bowling for audience members, never not fun. Makoto couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, though - she’d been hoping to get a few more of them with that throw, but they saw her coming and got out of the way in time. Sort of the price she paid for being a more recognizable face, she supposed. Back on point.

She chuckled at - what was this little bitch’s name, again? Alice, right, weird thing to go by and an even weirder getup to go with it. But she had something to say, talking to Makoto like she wasn’t aware of the way things were going. An easy enough misconception to dispel.

”Everything’s a weapon, dumbass.” Makoto cracked her knuckles as she closed in. ”Everything and everyone.”

Speaking of which, what should Makoto go for next?

Chairs. Chairs were the obvious answers, since they were all over the place, now. It was the lazy, easy choice, but that didn’t make it the wrong one by any means. She grabbed one, folded it up, took a step back to gain some space, then leaped in and brought it down hard, right on Alice’s back.

GASTER would rub her back as she started rising to her feet again. She wanted to apologize to a couple that caught her earlier...but they have already left by the time the Shadow Lord was able to move.

The start has been disastrous for the sisters. With her complete lack of experience in hardcore, Clara was a prey with nothing separating her from the predator...

...who in this case, was a very angry Reiko, making her way through the front rows by shoving the now-empty chairs with her baseball bat, menacingly approaching the masked Brit.

Panicking, Clara tried to rise to her feet...but the moment she did, the Valkyrie would shove a chair with her leg, with the steel painfully digging into her stomach!

"GUAAAAAGH!", she let out, dropping to her knees as she held her hurt belly!

Alice, meanwhile, still had to content with the violent and brutal Makoto...while still dealing with her damned left leg. She listened to Makoto, and, in her anger, tried to rise to her feet. Brutality in a hardcore match was good and all...but not when people who came here to see the show were concerned. Such disregard for non-competitors made Alice hate her opponents more and more...

As she tried to deal with her hurt leg for a good while, she finally cast her eyes back on Makoto...the woman would hold the chair in her hands, and drive it right into the small of Alice's back!

"GRAAAAAAAAAGH!", she roared in pain, dropping on her front once more, still unable to mount even a tiny bit of offense towards Makoto!

Reiko stood at the ready, the top of her bat drawing small circles in the air as she clutches it tightly just waiting for the perfect target to present itself to her. Clara was right in front of her, vulnerable, possibly even helpless… the biker babe could have easily just hammered her into the concrete and called it a day. That wasn't what she wanted though, she wanted the Gaster sister to see it coming and crack that dumb mask right off her face.

She was getting impatient though waiting on the huddled over woman nursing her wounds, anger bubbling over as if the pain she had inflicted wasn't to blame for her opponent already being down. She growled, itching even closer. Kicking a boot up she attempted to plant it on Clara's shoulder, trying to shove the woman up to a kneeling position where her head was raised.

“Peek-a-boo… I see you.” Chalking the bat up again, propping the other woman up with her boot if need be, Reiko would rear back and swing the aluminum weapon around in a terrifying crescent, trying to smash the younger sister right in the face without any real signs of remorse. She threw all her weight into the blow, clearly overconfident she could land the swing and put Clara out of the fight.

There was just something about the sound of a steel chair colliding with a body that really warmed Makoto’s heart. It was such an iconic part of hardcore wrestling. The crash. The feel of the impact going through your arms. The sound, echoing through the stadium. The crowd, reeling away in terror. Oh, and the scream, couldn’t forget the scream.

And Alice? She had a good scream.

So did Clara, too, and hearing that was a good sign, showing that Reiko was holding her own over there. But Alice’s was particularly sharp, had a good pitch to it, and Makoto found herself wanting more. Not with the chair, though, she’d had her fun with that. Now, she wanted some good, classic impact. Bone on bone, body to body.

She tossed it away, letting it clatter off to the side, and reached down to grab a handful of Alice’s hair. ”Get up, get up.” She forced her opponent up, getting her high enough to expose her chest, and then she lashed out - one kick to the chest, followed by another in quick succession, striking her like whip, throwing her body into each impact for maximum force.

Clara, groaning as the pain kept washing through her entire body, was disrespectfully forced to look up at her bat-wielding foe, Reiko menacingly carrying her bat over the Shadow Lord...

...before swinging for the fences as she taunted her foe. Shivers crawled down GASTER's spine as she knew what came next.

And, with her being relatively clear headed, she ducked at the last possible moment, the shot coming in fast and furious, Clara feeling the force behind the impact with her hair...

A millisecond later, fear gave way to instict as the Brit's legs came from underneath her, zeroing in and capturing Reiko's ankle, dropping her forward with a Spinning Toe Hold, Clara not even noticing that her manuever would drop Reiko headfirst onto a steel seat of a chair!

Meanwhile, closer to the ring, Alice still had to content with the pain in her back courtasy of a steel chair, and Makoto looming over her. The biker would, to the Pale Rider's surprise, toss the chair away, grabbing at the Brit's short hair, egging her on to stand up, Alice hissing in response...

...followed by a painful: "ARRRGH!", as Makoto unlished a vicious kick to her chest!

Alice would remain standing however, keeping herself upright and keeping her eyes wide open...

...before Makoto struck again, trying to nail the Pale Rider's chest once more, only for Alice to dash away and catch Makoto's leg under her arm.

Smirking, the Brit would pull Makoto towards her, looking to nail a quick uppercut to Makoto's jaw!

This was her moment to shine, to show the real leader of the Valkyries that she was worthy of earning her colors. In her mind, the stars had aligned and Clara existed only as a vehicle of the success she was owed through the ranks of the gang. She had such confidence that she could end the match here and now that she put everything she had into her swing, looking to send GASTER's head off into the balcony. So she was visibly baffled when her target dipped just out of the way.

"What?!" Her momentum varied her forward into a stumble, having anticipated hitting a meaty body and bone only to zoom through open air. It left her off balance and easy prey for when the other girl's legs snapped around her ankles. Her eyes went wide in shock, following the other woman's movement through her peripheral vision, watching it all play out in slow motion while she was powerless to stop it, still stuck in the followthrough of her swing.

When Clara shifted her weight, Reiko was whipped forward with her motion, thrown down to the hard ground. There was more than cement waiting for her though, the crowd was a sea of folding chairs and one became very well acquainted with her face. The young rookie's skull panged loudly off the steel chair as she collapsed to the floor in a heap.

Her bat clattered to the ground, falling from her limp fingers to roll away from her grasp. She lay still on the ground, face down with no signs of life other than a faint groaning. Almost all of her malice had been drained away in an instant leaving her laid out before Clara.

The noise off to the side didn’t go unnoticed by Makoto, was who trying her best to keep an eye out for her ‘partner’ while she handled business over here. While she couldn’t quite get the best look on Reiko with her current position, she did hear her little scream over there, followed by the unmistakable sound of a skull colliding with a metal chair. It didn’t exactly fill her with confidence or bolster her already low faith in Reiko. ”Come on, barely left you alone for a minute and-”

She had been in the process of kicking Alice’s ches tin, when the little prick had to go and ruin it by being competent, capturing her followup kick and keeping it close. Makoto gritted her teeth and prepared for the counter, starting to bring her leg up for the obvious solution: an enziguiri. It would’ve been a sweet one, too. Makoto had practiced the move often, just rarely had a chance to use it.

This wouldn’t be the time for it, either.

”Shitthefuck-” That random, garbled curse was all she had the time for, before Alice came hurtling forward and clocked her with a solid blow, right on the jaw. It filled her vision with stars and sent her stumbling back, weak kneed and wobbled. She probably would’ve fallen over if the barricade didn’t get in her way, but instead she wound up slumped against it, shaking her head and hissing through her teeth, waiting for her vision to clear up before she could go back on the attack.

"AAH!", Clara herself gasped, as if she was the one who had her head driven forehead first into the chair.

Despite how much violence their foes were planning to enact on her and her sister, Clara far from wished too much harm on their opponents. After a certain match in her career, she vowed to never use weapons again.

Even an indirect use like this sickened her, Reiko almost lifelessly resting on the stack of chairs head downwards. But Clara was afraid to approach to check on the Valkyrie's state, fearing the potential retribution for the act from Reiko.

At the same time, Alice struggled back up to her feet, checking quickly at the titantron showcasing the carnage of the match, as her sister stood unsure of what to do next after driving her foe's head in to the chair.

Alice, however, already had a quick plan in her head, hobbling towards Makoto resting at the barricade, and putting the Valkyrie into a Full Nelson Hold, forcing her towards her sister!

"Clar, a little help?"

Instantly snapping out of her stupor, the masked chuuni changed her attention to the trapped Makoto close to the barricade. Shaking off the anxiety in her mind, the yellow clad wrestler quickly made her way to the trapped Valkyrie, and shooting her leg over the barricade to deliver a vicious Superkick to her opponent's jaw!