The dark ambush of a veteran fighter...

The two cruel Harpies hardly skipped a beat. As soon as Kei seemed weak enough to toy with, the women went to work playing with their new toy.

The first one to play was of course Dia. Her cruelty seemed to go beyond lust, to the point it looked like she just wanted to hurt Kei for the fun of it. Selina bent down and scooped Kei up by her hair, forcing her up on her feet and restraining her arms in a full nelson in a stunning display of strength. Like a wild animal tearing into a carcass, Día tore at Kei, striking her undefended face over and over again with heavy strikes and even slash attacks from her clawed hand. When she grew bored of that, she simply rammed a knee into Kei’s stomach, all without fear of repercussions due to Selina’s powerful grip. The gas masked woman moved her arms, looking to indulge in a little of Kei’s suffering. Putting the woman in a rear chokehold, she began to suffocate the poor woman while Día continued to wail on her with a sadistic grin.

Finally, like a timer had went off, the two switched. Selina threw Kei at the Demon, who sank one last punch into the veteran’s stomach before snatching up her neck and restraining her like Selina had done. Día made an exception to keep one hand around Kei’s throat at all times, threatening to strangle her without saying a single word. A subtle threat came in the form of the Demon’s tongue dragging itself across Kei’s cheek as the destructive domme had her own cruel fun with the industry veteran.

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Meanwhile, Rhein had just gotten out of a business call concerning her plans with the tag team she was managing. It was a difficult call to get through, since she had only just met them a few hours ago, and spoken with them very little. Right now, she needed to know what they were capable of before making any plans or changes to their style. The higher ups had big hopes riding on the two of them, apparently. So, Rhein was in a tough spot, wondering what she could do with two newbies that she hardly knew anything about other then what she could find in their documents.

“Damn coordinators. Hiring me and expecting results instantly without even giving me an assistant to help me manage all those people. Ridiculous.”

She had to find them and get them a match pronto. The sooner she knows what she is working with, the more efficient everything will be, and the happier her employers will ultimately become. She may have to push something along, and it might not be perfect…but at this rate she had no right to complain. She had a job and a deadline…nothing more nor less.

However, as Rhein looked for her two lost team members…she noticed something on a television screen… something that should not have been there.

There was a fight going on in the middle of the ring, a violent beat down from the sight of things…but the event scheduled was a promo with an old AFW veteran making a return. Who was in that ring?

Rhein noticed it was the veteran being attacked by two taller women, both wearing pitch black costumes that looked like they came from a horror movie. They were seriously attacking her, looking like they were trying to make a point, to really announce themselves to the world in as big a way as they could…

Just like their manager asked them to.

“Oh great…looks like I found my team…and they found a pet.”

Rhein honestly debated whether or not she should attempt to stop the fight. In a way, this was the best thing for her team and her, showing the world what they were all about in a memorable way that was both horrible, but also memorable…

Fighting back wasn’t a possibility at this point for Kei, as much as those watching encouraged her to do so. With how fast the two came at her the only thought she could muster up was not fall unconscious. Easier said than done though, but after being placed in the rear naked choke it looked like it was going to be lights out for her.

She was about to fall out of it, but with what the fans were giving she was giving her she felt like she could give it one go. Her efforts were minimal, nothing more than few seconds, then becoming limp.

When the two women changed placed it looked like one fan ringside saw enough and was about to leave her seat to help, but her friends immediately pulled her back, not wanting her to possible end up in the same position.

Backstage, the three got to the entrance area, but before they could rush out, Daisuke told the other to “Wait a sec!” Sion and Lita didn’t want to give Dia and Selina any more time than what they already had, but they didn’t think Daisuke would have wanted them to halt for no reason. “One of them had something right?” Even though there was her, Sion, and Lita, Daisuke remembered one of those in the ring had a whip with her and thought one of them should have something, in case it gets used against them. Sion quickly looked around and spotted an unoccupied folding chair. As he went for it someone walked in the area and asked some of the others occupying the area “Think they’ll like this?” while displaying a kendo stick, asking if those participating in a hardcore match later on in the event would like that item available. “Good enough for me, thanks.” Daisuke tells the guy as she grabs it from him as he happened to have stopped conveniently beside her.

“Let’s go!” Daisuke declared as the trio quickly continued on their way. The boos and jeers that PDSM were getting started to become the opposite reaction. One by one the fans noticed help was on the way. Kei was out numbered two to one, but soon it would become three on two the other way as the White Gale faction rushed towards the ring. Upon sliding in, Daisuke looked to target the whip wielding Selina and took a swing at her with the kendo stick. As for Sion and Lita, they opted for Dia. While the three of them revered Kei in the highest regard, this was more personal for Sion as it was his mother that was getting her butt handed to her. While normally a competitor who prefers to keep things clean, lines were crossed and he wanted make this new team feel what his mother was feeling and then some.

Lina left the interview area, hoping the group would get to the ring in time. The first monitor she saw she stopped to look. ‘Come on guys, make it in time’ she said to herself in concern. Not long after that she heard someone else comment on the situation, and a comment that was not expected.

”Whoa wait a second” she states as she turns to face Rhein. “Your team? You put them up to this? What the hell man!?”

Rhein was still debating the pros and cons of this unexpected match. On one hand, it had solved a few of the problems she just had crop up from that business phone call she took a few minutes prior. The P.D.S.M were finally in a match, they were building there brand, and the two seemed to be getting along fine. On the other hand, they were being rather brutal towards the woman in the ring, smacking her around mercilessly in a fight the older woman really had no chance of winning. As cruel as it was, that was how wrestling could be. One minute is peaceful and quiet, the next someone is getting jumped from behind and getting beaten violently.

Despite the carnage, there were very little Rhein could see in the way of drawbacks in this situation…at least on her side of things. Sure, the P.D.S.M would be hated, but that was what they wanted. if anything, this may be too small scale of coverage for this kind of violence but it was a start, at Rhein was not much one to complain when a small miracle fell in her lap.

Right as she decided to let Selina and Dia continue there daring experiment, a voice seemed to appear beside her and address her in a strange manner. Rhein expected to see some younger boy when she turned her head to look due to how aggressive and immature the word choice was, but there stood a woman. Rhein didn’t recognize her. She was not one of her superiors, that much was certain as the German had met with all of them already. No, this woman was something else…small, red hair, looks to be energetic…how very odd.

“And who might you be?” The Jade eyes looked Lina over with some curiosity, though Rhein intentionally ignored her questions. This woman seemed aggressive, the type to run up and try to start an argument with someone out of the blue. The smaller woman even had her fists clenched tight, as if expecting a battle.

“My name is Rhein Kazahana, I’m a manager here at AFW. Are you sure you are supposed to be back here?”

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“Aww, I think we broke her~ Sssstupid wormy~”

Kei had gone limp awhile ago, a fleshy puppet that had its strings cut were all she amounted to in Dia’s arms. The two continued to beat her even as she fell unconscious, but it was only just then that they noticed Kei was no longer screaming because she was out cold. The women stopped their onslaught…only tease the now limp veteran.

“Piece of trash! How dare she have the gall to call us pathetic and low? If she can’t back up her challenges then she should have just stayed retired!”

“I wanna plaayyy with her more~ I wanna tear of her clothes and let the shame fester inside of her as the cameras zoom in on her-“

Selina suddenly stopped her hungry monologue, something catching her eyes near the entrance of the ring.

“Oooooo, company~”

Indeed, three people were running down the ramp, one of them carrying a weapon that all but announced their intent. This was a rescue mission, and the target was not hard to guess.

Dia’s face split into a maniacal grin as Selina unhooked her whip and let it fall to the floor, getting ready to use it the moment the newcomers stepped in the ring. The very instant one was inside the ring, the whip came lashing at them, looking to hurt them as they entered. The group split off quickly, with two attacking Dia and the one with a weapon going for the taller Selina.

Selina actually stepped into the attack, using her forearm to block the incoming strike as a sharp pain ran throuout the limb. The pain seemed to get Selina even more riled up, a slight blush on her face and a moan of pleasure coming out of her mask.

“It doesn’t hurt nearly enough. Let me show you the proper way to hurt someone!”

A fist came in like torpedo, looking to smash Daisuke’s abs and gut all in one violent, battering ram like blow.

Dia, on the other hand…had her pick of the lot. There was one meek looking girl and a boy with a pony tail… neither of them looked very appetizing, but she would devour them up if she had the chance, no question.

“Aww, do you shits want your partner back?” Dia heaved Kei’s limp body and threw it at the girl, hoping to trap her under her own comrades body, “We are all done with her, so go ahead and take her!”

“Rhein you say? Name’s Lina” she informed her, still sounding annoyed at the situation. “Of course I am. Enough about me, what about you? What business does your team have being nothing but thugs?” Lina was trying really had not to lash out at Rhein, just like how Dia and Selina were in the ring.

Before Rhein could get a chance to respond, or Lina add a follow up thought, Lina notices that her group made it to the ring area and were rushing to put an end to the madness. “GO GUYS! GO GO!” Turning her attention from the screen to Rhein Lina tells her in a slightly calmer tone this time, “You must be new here. I’m sure the champs will give your team a proper welcome.”

Daisuke made contact with the kendo stick, but she didn’t expect Selina didn’t expect to have blocked it and counter that quickly. She managed to hold on to the stick, but with what she felt from the strike left her open for a follow up attack as she held on to her mid-section and bent forward momentarily.

Lita was stopped in her tracks as Kei was thrown in her direction. She managed to catch the older woman, but ended up being taken down in the process. Lina was surprised with what she said Dia do. She couldn’t deny the strength that Dia displayed.

As Kei was launched towards Lina, Sion ducked, as he was close to her. He kept moving forward however, and once he cleared the human projectile he launched himself at Selina, looking to take her down with a spear. If he managed to take her down he would look to re-arrange Selina’s face. The sight of seeing his mother the way he did was enough to set him off.

Only one thing was on his mind, vengeance. It’s one thing for new comers wanting to make a name for themselves, but as soon as a member of his family, more specifically his mother, became involved, the beast in him came out.

The woman in the jade suit had started the conversation with a fairly neutral expression, and Lina did very little to change it in any significant manner, good or bad. She didn’t hand over any credential, just her name and a demand to know what Rhein and her team’s business was. The German was normally pretty pacifistic, ignoring most challenges directed towards her and maintain a steady course that would help her career or the people she worked for rather then indulge those that would rather beat everyone down and never listen to reason.

But, the sheer lack of professionalism rubbed Rhein the wrong way. From the disrespectful way she spoke, to the girl interrupting herself simply to shout out support for her team…it all painted her in a negative light for the German, who stared down at her from behind her glasses, which she pushed up the bridge of her nose before continuing to indulge this young woman’s angry demands with a response.

“Well “Lina”, unless we are talking business, then I can’t really tell you anything. Although I should point out that this is far from the first time anyone has been ambushed at a promo event, and it won’t be the last. The proper term you should be using is “Heels” rather than thugs.”

The monitor had shown the three newcomers enter the arena, with the P.D.S.M acting quickly. Within seconds of the three entering, one was stunned after a blow to the stomach, another was trapped under the hostage’s limp body, and the third was moving in on arguably the most dangerous of the group.

Rhein’s gaze moved from the monitor back to Lina, her expression unchanged. Her demeanor one of an unimpressed superior as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“I’m sure those two will appreciate the teams warm welcome, but…unless you have something important to discuss, I’m a bit busy at the moment. I’m sure the champions will have a fun time with Selina and Día, and hopefully you can keep your anger in check, little Lina.”

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Día totally clobbered the little girl with her hostage, letting the unconscious woman take her foe out of the equation for her, a cackle erupting from her demonic maw as she insured Lita would have a struggle on her hands. Sion slipped right past the limp body of his mother and charged Selina, who was in the process of beating Daisuke. The gas masked villain was caught off guard, Sion tackling her down to the floor and two swift punches ringing off her mask. The whip lashing villain had her face smacked left and right, but seemed to be enjoying the pain. Her eyes quickly locked onto Sion, a fist of her own coming around to smack him in the face so that she could tear him apart.

Meanwhile, the Demon continued to cackle as she rushed towards the wounded Daisuke. Her comrade may have been in trouble, but when it came to the choice of attacking a foe or defending a friend, there was little doubt what either of the competitors would choose.

Like a vicious bat, Día tangled her fingers in Daisuke’s hair and began pulling it around violently and viciously. She looked to be trying to tear her hair from her scalp, smiling a wicked smile the entire time.

“DON’T tell me what’s proper, kid.  You have no idea who you’re messing with.”  Lina looked like she was about to explode at the next thing that came out of Rhein’s month.  Those that were near by could tell Lina’s buttons have been pressed, and if this was any other year she would have done something about it by now.  When Rhein mentioned for Lina being able to keep her anger in check, Lina’s facial expression and anger appeared to have vanished.  She remains as such for several seconds before reaching out and slapping Rhein across the face.  “Nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me ‘little’, you hear me?!”

Before she could recover, Daisuke found herself screaming from her hair being pulled.  “YOU SICK FREAK!” she screamed as she tried to pull Dia’s hands off her, and throwing in a kick in attempt to get her to let go.

If this was one of his previous battles with Ryan Knight or John Carnaby, a retaliatory shot like that would have been enough to get him to cease fire and give the other person a short moment to breath.  He felt it, her aim was solid, but the pain he would have felt was temporarily masked by the burning that was fueling him.  After the punch hit him he growled at her, and while he did stop the flying fits, he didn’t change his target area.  He quickly resumed going at her, but while he wasn’t punching, his hands were being put to use as he was looking to rip Selina’s mascot off.

As far as Lita was concerned, while not heavy, Kei wasn’t light, and it took effort to push the veteran off her.  After she did that she caught a look at how bad Kei was beaten up, it wasn’t a pretty sight.  Daisuke’s screams caught her attention, causing her to leave Kei and get back in the fight, looking to grab Dia from behind with a waistlock, wanting to pull Dia off her, possibly take her off her feet in the process.

With what was happening both inside the ring and backstage, those that were tasked with breaking up altercations like this were stuck with a hard choice.   Do they go out and attend to the chaos that is going down in the ring, or prevent a possible breakout backstage…or stand back and do nothing and watch  the fireworks go off.

Rhein had yet to make a decision on Lina. She was immature, lacked professionalism, and seemed to have a temper that doubtlessly got her in more trouble then it was worth. Rhein was not even sure what exactly Lina was. Was she a wrestler? A manager? Or just some fan someone decided to bring backstage? If she was either of the former, then Rhein felt sorry for whoever she worked with, and if it was the latter then she really was wasting her time. Still, Rhein was not sure if she disliked the red head, or simply didn’t care for her.

The loud slap echoed throughout the hallway, gathering the attention of those nearby, including some security guards who were on there way to stop the onslaught that was going on in the ring. Lina had succeeded in slapping Rhein’s glasses off her face, the thin frames bouncing and skittering on the hard floor as a red hand print appeared on the Germans face. For a minute, everyone was silent, Rhein’s head turned away from Lina, her Jade green hair covering her eyes for a moment before smiling warmly at the concerned security guards.

“It’s nothing…please go stop the fight that broke out in the ring.”

After a moment of Rhein’s smile, the guards decided that dealing with the ring issue would take priority, and disappeared around the corner. That left Rhein alone with Lina and a few backstage staff that was curious about what was to happen. Much to their surprise, Rhein simply bent over and snagged her glasses from the floor, reaching into her pocket to grasp a cloth to clean the lenses.

Her smile faded into a sarcastic one as she turned towards Lina, her eyes hardening as she stared down the red headed girl.

“I’ll give you that one out of professional courtesy.” The look in her eyes made it clear she would not be so kind as to let another attack go unanswered, should Lina get any ideas. The German wiped away at her lenses, but noticeably did not put them back on.

“Since you seem to be a passionate little girl about this, why don’t we make it interesting? You’re connected to those four out in the ring somehow, so why not convince them to take on the P.D.S.M in a legitimate match? Perhaps then you may actually be able to help provide some entertainment for someone.”

Rhein didn’t bother playing nice anymore. She was frustrated, cranky, overworked, and just got slapped by the equivalent of a total stranger. Her patience had worn totally thin with Lina, and if the girl was so intent on making her mad, then Rhein would simply become passive aggressive.

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Selina’s strike scored a direct hit, and actually seemed to daze Sion for a moment. She didn’t really care about her own suffering, the pain simply excited her. Her pulse quickened, and a strange hissing sound began to emit from behind her mask. Much to her surprise, the man stopped punching her and instead went to pry the mask off her face. He tugged and pulled at the mask, but it seemed relatively secure, hardly giving any indication of coming off.

“Sisssy boy~ Can’t figure out how a strap works? Pathetic!”

Día on the other hand had a steel grip on Daisuke’s hair, insuring that she would not let go without taking a few locks of hair with her. She twisted and pulled the woman’s long locks, smiling cruelly until a kick in the leg made her wince in pain. The Demon still clung to her opponent, and was a bit surprised when a pair of arms locked around her waist and began pulling her away from Daisuke. Sadly, though her partner meant well, she simply gave Día move leverage to tug at Daisuke, not relinquish her grip for even an instant.

Suddenly, a horde of security guards appeared, intent on pulling the fighters apart from each other and insuring everyone’s safety.

It looked like Lina might react again physically due to, for a second time, being refered to as little.  She wanted to deck Rhein, but the internal debate on whether or not it would worth it at this point was the holding thing holding her back, but she clearly looked ticked off.  One of the backstage staffers that was familiar with Lina attempted to defuse the tension.  “Hey guys, come on now, this isn’t the time nor the place for this.”  He addressed both of them.  “You’re better than this Lina”, knowing she’s had a past of outbursts but has made great improvements over the past year, and not wanting to see her fall back into old habits.  “Who cares what that nerd and that team of…whatever they heck they are think of you.”  He then realizes that didn’t sound like the smartest thing to say. “Ssshhhiiiitt” he comments before lowing his head.  He looks up and softly gives a quiet “Sorry, was just trying to calm her, didn’t mean to speak ill of you” directed at Rhein.  A couple other crew members who heard what was said make fun of the guy for his blunder.

Even if the guy’s exact words about Rhein and PDSM weren’t intended, luckily for him it achieved what he accomplished.  Lina’s rage was fading.  She took a moment to breathe and regain her thoughts.  She looked up at the video screen back there, just as the ring became more crowded.

Lina’s rage may be on the decline, but Sion’s was just as high, despite being pulled off of Selina.  Even though he was being held back just as much as the others, he yelled at the ones across the ring holding back Selina, referencing her as a monster, to let her go, bluntly stating his desire to kill her for what she did.  He manages to knock one of the security guys off of him, however, despite being held herself, Lita reaches out and manages to grab hold of him.  She notices Kei lying near by and tells him “That bitch isn’t worth it Sion!  She’ll get hers I promises you!  We’ve got more important things to deal with.”

Seeing the five in the ring separated, for now anyway, Lina began to process what Rhein suggested a moment ago.  Before she could speak again she managed to pick up a little bit of what Lita told Sion.  As much as Lina wanted to see this new team pay, and to stick it to Rhein, a matter of higher importance was present, and she didn’t want it to become too big of a distraction if she were to talk business with Rhein, or anyone for that matter.

As calmly as she can in this situation, Lina tells her “You want a legitimate match?  As much as I would love to see your team get what they deserve and agree to one right now, for your team’s safety and my team’s sanity I must ask you get back to me in a day or two.  As I’m sure you can see a family emergency has come out, and given the mood your guys put mine in I’m sure we can both agree we’d rather see a wrestling match and not attempted homicide.” She reaches into her pocket and hands Rhein a card with her number on it.

Security guard seemed to flood the ring within seconds, pulling Sion off of the giggling Selina and trying to pry away the steel fingered grip Día had around Daisuke’s hair. Every one was being tugged and pulled apart, and the only ones who seemed to be enjoying it were the twisted women of P.D.S.M, their twisted laughter ringing over the screams and shouts like a bad dream. It would take a good few security guards to finally separate the demon from her prey, and the man from the sadist. Each team was separated from each other, with the Champions on one side and P.D.S.M on the other. As angry as Sion was, Selina doubtlessly made it worst. As he screamed at her and threatened her life, she simply waved towards him and blew him a kiss through her gas mask, hardly looking like a woman scared of anything. Día began to show of a couple of Daisuke’s lovely locks that she had tugged out while being pulled away. She made sure Daisuke noticed her missing hair before tossing the stray strands over her shoulder and flipping the enemy team the finger.

“Its been fffuuuunnn, little worms…But we have to go now. Take care of the old hag for usssss~"

“Now that you losers know your place, go find a hole, crawl into it, and Die! Just like grannies’ career!”

After their parting words, the two villains escaped through the ropes and disappeared up the ramp, leaving a stunned crowd and a group of newfound enemies.

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Backstage, things were starting to coo down, if only just a little. Some stranger who worked as backstage staff apparently had a talent for getting the hot head in front of Rhein to calm down, even if it was at the Jade woman’s expense. Luckily, the bifocal woman could keep her calm quite well when it came to petty insults. He apologized to her, but she simply waved him off, returning her glasses to the bridge of her nose, no longer expecting a fight.

The fight in the ring was over. Rhein’s team was making a retreat while security held on to Lina’s for just a bit longer. Probably to insure there was some distance between the two groups. The cameras could pick up every cruel word Sion spoke, even through the cheers and jeers of the crowd. Apparently, it was enough to worry Lina.

The smaller girl explained that the team would need some time to recover from tonight’s events, and to look after Kei. Apparently, Sion was a hot head that might do something rash, and they needed time to calm him down. Afterwards, Lina reached inside her pocket and presented Rhein with a manager’s card. It held the standard information, address, phone number, hours… but Rhein flashed Lina a disapproving look when reading that she was indeed a manager. Still, the Jade woman pocketed the paper slip and handed over a card of her own with her information on it.

“I see…Well I don’t see any issues with your reasoning. If I have the time, I will try to contact you in two days or so to set something up. If I don’t, I may have gotten too busy, in which case give me a call and we can work something out. If you have any questions, feel free to call.”

Rhein turned around and began to walk off, ignoring Lina’s insults and already focusing on another one of her objectives for the day. It was only after a few steps Rhein seemed to remember she had yet to say farewell to the annoying young manager. She didn’t stop walking, but she did call from over her shoulder,

“Hey! Good luck with that team of yours.”

Good thing Lita had good enough of a hold on Sion, for Selina’s taunt before leaving angered him further. She and the others pulled him back, though a small thought of letting him go and see him waste the two taller women was something she and everyone else here wanted to see. But she knew it would be best to save it for later. Dia’s choice of parting taunt of showing the hair that she managed to pull off, wasn’t one that pleased Dai, though it didn’t set her off in a way that would make her want to stab the two with a rusted chainsaw, unlike what might be going through the mind of her husband/tag partner.

When PDSM were out of sight, Sion immediately turned his attention to his mother, as did Daisuke and Lita. Medical personnel joined them, having wanted to sooner but didn’t want to risk getting themselves caught in the crossfire. As they did their thing, Lita pulled Sion back, wanting to give Kelly the needed space, but also try to calm him down. With PDSM gone, she felt that what she mentioned earlier could actually get to him and be processed more clearly. “Don’t worry Sion, they’ll get what’s coming to them, I promise you. Let’s make sure you’re mom’s fine first though, that’s the important thing here. Once we’re sure of that, we put them in the exact same spot.” Daisuke was still next to Kelly. While the older woman was her mother-in-law, she was also the one who not only helped her get a break here, but also trained her to do this in the first place. Lita did the same to Dai as she did to Sion a moment ago and pulled her towards herself and Sion. The three hold on to each other for a moment or two, knowing this isn’t an easy thing for all of them to deal with. Their bonding moment came to an unexpected halt when they heard a loud “OW!” They looked over and noticed it came from Kelly, who finally came to. All that PDSM did to her earlier she felt at once. Lita couldn’t help but smile a little. “She’ll be alright.” One of the trainers got her to remain in the corner as she tried to sit up, feeling much discomfort in the process.

Sion, Lita, and Daisuke kept an eye on things, not wanting to leave with the veteran still there. As they looked on, Lita looked over her shoulder, just in case those that were out here earlier planned on a sneak attack, even though there were many bodies still present. Despite the pain she was in, the cheers from the crowd that came her way after showing signs of life became difficult to ignore. She shoo’d the one trainer away from her before rolling under the bottom rope. Once on the outside of the ring she leaned against the apron, face down against it, trying to remember and make sense of what happened. Sion was quick to join here, which the others followed suit. They knew Kelly, or Kei as she’s known to many here by, was one of those types of people that would rather crawl backstage with two broken legs instead of being carried out if it meant saving even a silver undamaged pride, but they wouldn’t let her take an unattended exit this time. They helped her walk back, though at a slow pace. They knew once she got back there she would have to be looked at more thoroughly.

“Just what a need, another setback” Kelly said quietly, but loud enough so those beside her, which included a small handful of fans in addition to those following her out. “We’ll get those punks.” Daisuke tells her. “You’ll be back out there, you’re not dead yet” she adds, wanting to be encouraging.

Taking Rhein’s card, she listened to the green haired woman’s response. Lina gives a small nod to what was mentioned. She didn’t know what Rhein’s workload was like, but she had a slight feeling that managing this new team might be a handful. As Lina was about to leave herself, after taking a moment to think of something, she hears Rhein call out to her. With all that went down both in the ring and back here, she wasn’t sure if Rhein’s comment was legit or was meant as a shot. Still, she didn’t feel it would be wise to restart fire, responding with “Thanks, you as well” before taking off in the other direction.