Ryan Knight vs Makoto 'Mako' Takeda

Ryan was beginning to get back up from Mako's previous attack, one thing about him was that he'd keep coming. Till he was knocked out or was destroyed or something else like that, he'd keep going till he was knocked out. Don't let the rich boy image fool you after all.

"Guh!" Ryan groaned out as Mako stomped on his head, now that woke Ryan up. He was getting sick and tired of this, it was time to put Mako into her place. If he could just hit her with one powerful move that would be all it took.

"Heh...." Ryan muttered out as he got back up from his prone position, his lower lip bleeding. But a joyful and gleeful expression adorning his face, truth be told he looked a bit crazy now.

"That the best you can do....bitch? I already got my own island, but I'm claiming this one for the UK...." Ryan said, he was gonna make her wish she were fighting someone else. He was busy getting up, his head still reeling. But Mako could come at him from any direction and he'd be ready for it.

Ooo, first blood. That was an accomplishment she always cherished.

She watched Ryan get up, bending over and waving his way as he did. "Hey, Brit, you've got a little something red on your lip." She smirked and started taking a few steps back, readying like a bull before the charge. She was finally falling into her rhythm, and now that she it, she'd hold onto it with a death grip. Ryan was going to have a lot more blood to match that lip, in a few minutes.

She bounced off the ropes for a little extra speed and power and came right at Ryan in a full dash, jumping up and going for a knee in his face before he could get straight again.

Ryan was feeling it, he was gonna make Mako pay. And she was just running right at him, oh it was too good to be true. "it's already over....it's already over...." Ryan muttered out as she ran to him.

When Mako came rushing at Ryan and went for a jumping knee, time slowed as she neared him. At least for him, he moved into motion. All Ryan did was jerk his neck and body slightly to one side, the jumping knee just skimming over him.

Once the knee was dodged Ryan would move forward and towards Mako, keeping her down on the ground with her belly to the mat. Grabbing hold of the same leg Mako used to attempt the knee strike, Ryan would quickly wrap his leg around it. Cranking back on the fulcrum with another Knightmare, fire in his eyes as he pulled on it as hard as he could.

Ryan was talking to himself, muttering as she closed in. This was too easy, she should have taken that as a bad sign. Instead, she just rushed headlong into it and found herself in a world of pain.

She hit the floor and hit it hard as she missed, scrambling to get back up, but before she even had a chance, Ryan had her wrapped up in a leg slicer, and a nasty one at that - Mako recognized the move from MMA, but she never imagined the damned thing would get put on her in a wrestling match.

She cried out and buried her face intol the mat, teeth clenched with the agony as she tried in vain to crawl forward. It wasn't looking good - much as she wanted to do it herself, it was looking like she'd need some cavalry

"Now I gotcha! Little rabbit!" Ryan said aloud as he cranked back on Mako's leg, this was a glorious moment for Mr Knight. He had performed this move not once but twice in the match, and on both legs to boot. Mako was paying dearly, Ryan was making damm sure of that.

To add to it, Mr Knight was using one hand to start delivering blows to her kneecap. He was gonna try and make the leg as near useless as possible, a grin that looked like a mix between sadism and glee was upon Ryan's face. The fact his head was still kinda reeling and he had a cut lip certainly helped as well, maybe he should grow a wee bit of a rugged beard too.

"Feel free to give it up! Woo baby! Haven't felt this good in a long time!" Ryan yelled out as he continued the submission.

Yeah, enough of this shit. The hold was bad enough, but Ryan was pouring on the damage like a crazy bastard, putting her leg in serious danger. She wasn't going to spend a single day in the hospital - not over him, at least. Much as she hated to do it, she had one, real option.

She rapped her knuckles on the floor, and her fellow Valkyrie's popped out from beneath the ring, Stone brandishing her favorite baseball while Devine came into it empty handed. The two of them quickly slid into the ring while the crowd burst into a booing fit, going straight for Ryan while the referee moved to intercept.

Devine pushed the referee out of the way while Stone moved in for the kill, coming at Ryan with a soccer kick like his head was the ball.

As soon as the other Valkyries entered the ring Lucy wasted no time, she got into the hallway and saw John fiddling about with his phone. "John Ryan's in trouble! C'mon!" she said grabbing his blue trenchcoat as she began to go into a sprint.

"R..right let's go!" John said sticking his hands into his pockets as the pair made a dash for the ring area, the pair were Ryan's teammates. And along the way they'd pick up some toys to bring with them, if all the kids were out on the playground then they'd bring the toys.

Meanwhile even though Ryan saw Devine and Stone coming in he still kept hold of Mako's leg, just out of spite. And he still kept that grin on his face, right before Stone punted his head. Knocking the British Knight off his high horse and to the mat, a grunt of pain heard as he was sent reeling. Ryan wasn't done yet though, for on instinct his hand grabbed the middle rope.

His forehead had been cracked open on the left part of his crown, a small trickle of blood staining his pale skin. Ryan turned to face them and stood up, still reeling and dizzy and hurting like fuck. But as long as he was still able to walk he'd keep fighting, these bitches think they were though? His "Real" Father was an absolute bastard, nothing could ever compare to him.

Makoto rolled free, grabbing her legs and rubbing them down while Stone got Ryan off her. Much as she hated to call for reinforcements, the situation was what it was, no shame in it. She lost the match, but it wasn't about that, anyway. It was all for the payday, and this was how they'd start collecting.

Stone drove the business end of her bat into Ryan's spine, right below the shoulder blades, while Devine gave him a fierce kick in the side. Mako started pull herself up in the corner, while the referee started calling for the bell, like they were supposed to give a flying fuck.

"Make it snappy." Mako zipped her jacket back up and started hopping towards her helmet. "Want to be gone by the time his friends arrive."

"We could handle them." Stone nodded towards to the entrance. "3 on 2. Easy."

"Yeah, but I want to keep it simple, right now. Today's just about the message." She put the helmet on and flipped the visor down, the skull design making her look for all the world like a demon. "Give them something to fear, first. Besides, I got shit to do."

John and Lucy were charging past everyone and everything as they stormed their way to the ring area, whoever those people were....Lucy was going to unload on their punk asses, and John wasn't one to let a good friend like Ryan suffer when he could prevent it.

C'mon bro, hang on just a little longer." Lucy muttered.

"Out the fuckin way! Now!" John yelled out as they ran past a group of stage hands. The entrance ramp was close now, the artist picked up a steel chair on the way there.

Meanwhile back in the ring Ryan was doing his best to remain standing, he wasn't going to give these bitches the satisfaction of stomping him while he was down. He wasn't going to let them do that, no way. That baseball bat hurt like a fire poker going into his back, but it kept him awake at least.

Out of desperation Ryan got to the corner and turned to face his attackers, he looked like his limit was reached. His hair sticking to his sweaty and blooded forehead, looking like some weird version of pasta. He was breathing heavily in and out like a berserk warrior calming down, but now he was facing them and so he could attempt a counter attack.

"Oh I'm going to get you back for this Damus, you Russian fuck." Ryan muttered out, he knew his allies were close, eyes scanning for any sign of them.

Devine gave him a flirty wave, standing on the skirts of the fight - Stone and Mako were more than enough to handle Ryan now, especially with him being as messed up as he was. No need to get directly involved, and she could run backup in case he got lucky and actually pulled something off. "You thinking about your Russian friend?" She folded her arms and smirked, bringing her cell phone out to snap a few pictures of him. "Focus, little man. If you can't be with the one you love..."

Mako flipped her visor open so Devine could see her raised eyebrow. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, immensely." She bit her lip as she brought the viewfinder up and focused on Ryan's face. "Give me a money shot, will you?"

Mako gave Stone a pat on the back and a nod, pointing Ryan's way as she moved back. The blonde titan took a step back, then broke into a run from the middle of the ring, moving faster than anyone her size had any right to. She jumped up at the last moment and came at Ryan with a splash, looking to sandwich him into the corner.