Sisters of All Styles vs. The Valkyries - Blooded

Amidst a crowded collection of abandoned steel chairs that made up the front row lay Reiko, a few had scattered where she fell with one notably dented downward, forever ruined. The young rookie was face down and unmoving, unable to feel the pity for her she'd by Clara nor the growing anger directed onto her by Makoto. For the time being it gave the sister's a sizable opening to capitalize on while the fight had become two on one.

She stirred faintly at the garbled sounds of the roaring crowd but not enough to spring back into the fight. One eye opened slightly as she lay with a cheek pressed to the cold dirty floor, staring out across the distant rows of chair legs and people crowded beyond. Her fingers curled, hand reaching out to blindly search for her bat which was nowhere to be found within reach of her blind groping.

Slowly she threw an arm up over the seat on a chair beside her, starting to drag herself up to her knees. Even the small attempt to rise made her head swim in pain leaving her slugging and bent over as if about to vomit. She could feel a faint itch in her scalp, a warm itch… it slowly started to stain her dirty blond hair a sanguine hue as blood trickled down from where she had impacted the chair corner.

That sucked. Man, did that suck.

It wasn’t just that Makoto had been thrown for a loop, but that she’d been put on her ass by these fucking losers, that was the worst of it. Pain she could take, but the Valkyrie’s image was something she wanted to keep from getting anymore damage. They’d lost enough stock in the AFW in the recent year, the last thing she needed was for them to get wiped and go even lower on the totem pole.

Mako slammed her fist into the steel steps and started to push up, summoning her resolve to get back into the fight, only to have it absolutely wasted when Alice came over and grabbed her from behind in the full nelson. She suddenly found herself in the spot she wanted to put her opponents in - trapped, helpless, and about to be double teamed.

Okay, but she wasn’t alone, she had Reiko, and-

...wait, where the fuck was Reiko, again?

Oh, right. Clobbered.

Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

”Reiko!” She called out as GASTER closed in. [color=Green]“Get the fuck over here, and-”

Here commands were cut short as Clara acquainted Mako with the bottom of her foot, nailing her with the superkick. With no way to defend, the kick landed flush on her jaw and left her loopy, slumping down in Alice’s arms, her eyes glazed over.

"Nice shot!", Alice reacted to the loud "clap" noise brought on by the kick, as she felt Mako slumping in her arms in response to the hard shot to her jaw.

GASTER would climb over the barricade to check on her sister...while Alice's attention was on slowly checking the underside of the ring, dropping Mako as she hobbled back towards the ring. The older sister glanced at her sibling's leg as a massive bruise formed right beside her knee. Between that, she glanced at the titantron as it filmed the downed Reiko...as the camera focused on the Valkyrie's busted head.

She felt sick to her stomach. Sure, Valkyries started it, but she didn't come here for a hardcore match to brutalize her foes...and now she was directly responsible for viciously bloodying one of their foes. The Shadow Lord wanted to bring the match to the quickest end possible:

"Alice...please let's get her inside the ring and end the match...I didn't want any of this...", she addressed her sister, as she rummaged under the ring, ignoring chairs while pulling out a barbed wire board, and sliding a table from under the ring:

"Sorry, Clar. Pride of a hardcore wrestler. When a match like this starts, you make sure to finish it. The most effective way possible", she replied as she grabbed a kendo stick from under the ring: "Now get this piece of trash up."

"W-what?! Alice, you can barely walk! And...and...Reiko and her partner are already down! All we have to do is pin them! I am getting her inside...", Clara's attention shifted to Mako, before she was held off by Alice:

"Not before I am through with both of them...", she hobbled towards Mako, raising her stick high up into the air, aiming straight for Mako's body and skull:

"NO!", Clara screamed, grabbing the Kendo Stick from it's overhead position and trying to yank it from her sister's arms:

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let go!"

The two sisters had a tug of war as their views on the current situation on this match clashed, both figuratively and literally, as both tried to get control of the kendo stick, while inevitably allowing their foes to recover.

Drip, drip, drip. Muted red droplets speckled the cement floor as she watched them gather, taking ragged breaths. Her head didn't really hurt, just felt warm and woozy. The first attempt at standing had brought Reiko up only for the briefest of moments before she was back down on her knees. As long as she wasn't getting pounded on though, she could spare the time to recover… well, until Mako's voice cut through the road of the crowd like a knife and stabbed her in the guts.

When she had finally mustered the strength to rise, her partner was already down and out and the sisters were having free range of the ringside area. More weapons coming out little by little, making their prospects dry out rapidly. A cursory glance of the area proved fruitless in finding her custom bat among the chairs so she was forced to improvise.

Shambling through the sea of chairs she remained low, fishing her hand into her pockets. She had a small sturdy chain for her wallet which would have to do. Detaching it on both ends, she held it in a long loop as she crept up behind the siblings as they started arguing over a kendo stick… probably deciding who got the honors of taking Mako out. Stupid bitches.

Unaware that Clara was the voice of reason in this match and having a personal vendetta against her after being wiped out, she decided to go for her first. She broke into a roadie run as she neared. She throw her weight forward at Alice from behind, trying to spike her in the back with a charge before bringing the wallet chain around in a vicious arch, sweeping it around to try to slash at the back of Clara's knees.

”Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

Mako found herself on the floor, rolling about, her world thoroughly rocked. That would’ve been bad enough on its lonesome, but the fact that she’d let two little toads like these get the jump on her was just the cherry on a shit sundae. She found herself wishing harder than ever that she had Stone along. The two of them would’ve wrapped this up already. Hell, even Devine would’ve been handy, probably would’ve whipped these little virgins into a frenzy.

But, no, she just had Reiko. Stupid, useless, little…

Wait, what the hell was going on?

Mako’s senses were returning, but despite that, what she saw didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Were their two opponents fighting? Over what? Over her? Why the fuck were they doing that? Just whack her with the kendo stick already and get this over with. It didn't make any sense to her, but she wasn’t about to complain about being given an opening.

It seemed like Reiko had the same idea. As she broke into a run towards their opponents, Mako pushed her way up as well, forcing her legs to work in spite of their insistence on staying immobile. Breaking into a hard dash, she came in right after Reiko pulled off her own little stunt, coming at Clara from behind after she was struck in the knee. Leaping up, she whipped her legs forward to build up some extra moment and shot a Bicycle Knee towards the back of her foe’s head, looking to crack her hard in the skull.

"Enough...with...the violence!", Clara would tell her sister, still unyielding in her tug of war for her kendo stick:

"Let...fucking...GO!", Alice toxically replied, just as stubborn in her attempts to get the stick...

The tug of war would take so long, that both women wouldn't notice that their two foes have already risen...

Clara would realize first that Reiko was running at them, letting out a surprised gasp as she let go of the Kendo Stick...but it would be too late as the Valkyrie would nail her sister in the back with her charge dropping her forward as the hurt Pale Rider grit her teeth. A moment later, before she could even register what happened to her sister, GASTER felt something slice at the back of her legs, Clara falling onto her knees and crying out in pain, a scream of agony that would be cut short as Makoto, who has also recovered in the meantime, nailed her knee to the back of her head, dropping the older Gaster sister on the canvas.

"Grrrh...you...sneaky...", Alice tried to speak as she saw Clara being attacked. She blamed her for allowing this situation to happen, but if they were to win, she had to wait to tell her off until after the match. Alice began to rise slowly, still feeling the pain in her right leg, and knowing she wouldn't get up before Valkyries would attack...

This was clearly the real way to go about this, divide and conquer. Not branching off in these stupid one versus ones, ganging up and beating down. Reiko would never admit to her faults nor the fact Clara and she had been pretty fairly matched. She wasn't going to concede some masked weirdo might have been able to take her in a fair fight, screw that. Better to avoid that entirely and just focus their efforts and dismantle them one at a time. To that end, it was a good idea to shift focus to Alice while Clara was down. The older more threatening sister had been able to hold her own against Mako, but it was time to change that.

Looking to the veteran biker, the rookie gave a small nod towards Alice, asking for silent confirmation they should engage. Once she had the go ahead, the young punk would wrap both end of the chain around her knuckles, circling around behind the sister and allowing Mako to go at her full on. When she saw an opening, she would lunge. Throwing the chain up and over, trying to hook it underneath Alice's chin to try and garrote the talker woman with the thin metal wallet chain. The idea was to hold her in place with the choke and let Mako do what she did best and wail away at her while she was vulnerable.

Okay, so maybe…maybe...Mako had been wrong about Reiko. A little wrong. She was still kind of a scrawny, scraggly kiss-ass, but...well, she knew how to take advantage of a situation. She’d give her that much.

Right now, they needed to focus on hammering one of these bitches down and skewing the odds in their favor, and she liked that Reiko seemed to know that without having it spelled out. Mako gave her the nod, and sure enough, she went to work on Alice, choking her from behind, exposing her body and giving her oh-so many options to work with. The fact? The arms? Tempting targets. But fuck it, Mako was in more of a kicking mood at the moment, decided to get the most bang for her buck.

”Plant your feet, brace hard.” She gave the Valkyrie-In-Training a quick warning as she stepped back, then proceeded to demonstrate why the advice was warranted. She came in and lashed out with a wild kick, hurling her leg hard into Alice’s chest with a roundhouse kick. She might’ve been short, but she could pack some real power into her strikes, and she was on good form at the moment. As soon as that strike landed, she’d pull back and send out another, and another one right after that, rattling off the bone-breaking blows in quick succession, breaking out the kind of positions and movements you rarely saw outside of an octagon.

Alice tried to stand up, prioritizing beating up the Valkyries in her head...but before her knees could hit the canvas for her to proceed with standing up, she caught a glimpse of something shiny in her eyes...and then a cold sensation at her throat...

Before she knew it, she had lost the ability to breathe.

"GAAKH!", Alice tried to scream in surprise, her hands going straight for her throat to pull the chain away, but she only succeeded in getting bare milliliters of air to her lungs...

...and those were quickly expelled by Makoto nailing her in the chest with a roundhouse kick. The pain was bad enough, but the breathlessness in her body was causing her mind to blank out...

GASTER, in the meantime, was still slowly recovering from the hard shot to her head, stirring as she tried to get her bearings and realize where she was and what was happening...

GASTER was of no real concern to Reiko. She had committed to the idea of victory coming at the dismantling of Alice, and with what seemed to be Mako's approval for quite possibly the first time ever, she wasn't keen on deviating now. So her focus remained deadlocked, tugging back as hard as she could, struggling to keep the older sister upright the more she was whittled down by flurried punches and found it difficult to stand with her own power. She followed the some of dull smacks, bracing for each time Alice's body was jolted by another set of blows and waited for an opening. In a quick motion, Reiko pulled back, dipping under the chain she used to choke the sister to put her back to back with the woman, pulling the chain over one shoulder to make better use of leverage.

She leaned herself forward, using her weight to help keep Alice choked, dragging her up against Reiko's back to the point she possibly had her lifted up off the ground. This proved to make her job of holding the woman far easier, ramping up her own ability to straggle the life out of the woman as Mako took her apart. It seemed as though the Valkyries had found the winning strategy. At this point the damage being done was something that would be hard to come back from and it seemed they knew it.