Blaise Cameron vs. Makoto Takeda: Time to Say Goodbye...

The Valkyrie's had a dressing room. Had was really the operative word, here. Somehow, after Mako was done trashing the place, she doubted AFW management would let them rent it out anymore.

The Valkyrie's illustrious leader stood int he middle of the carnage she'd wrought on the room, breathing nice and slow while Stone and Divine watched from the sidless. Mirrors were smashed, lockers were overturned, chairs were twisted in undefineable ways, and all but two of the overhead lights had been obliterated - given Mako's height, that was actually impressive. The room looked like a wild animal had torn through it, and in a way, that was exactly what happened.

"It's fucking bullshit!" Mako hit a battered metal chair with a harsh kick, punting it across the room hard enough to dent the wall. "Whoe fucking thing is such bullshit. Who's that bitch think she is?"

"She thinks she's your boss." Stone finally stepped forward, daring to get close to her leader while she was in berserker mode. "And she's right, because she is." She put her hand on Mako's shoulder. "It's just a stupid match, what are you getting-"

The diminutive terror slapped Stone's hand away and spun around, letting them both see the renewed fury in her eyes. "It's my fucking reputation!" She spat at their feet. "You think anybody in the gang'll respect me if we lose to those shitstains? Blaise? That fucker."

Divine shrugged. "So we don't lose." Divine shrugged and checked her fingernails, trying her best to be nonchalant and give no fucks."Easy."

"Easy?" Mako's eyes widened. "Mariko beat you last time, dumbass. And Blaise," She poked Stone's chest. "Blaise almost beat you twice. Fucking. Twice." She groaned and ran a hand over her face. "Swear to god, if i wasn't so goddamn sure you were gay, I'd think he was trading you wins for sex or some crap like that."

Stone just rolled her eyes. She'd long since became immune to Mako's venom. "Lovely. Are you going to finish off the room, or can we do something productive with our time?"

Mako ran a hand through her hair, forcing her breath to slow before she had minor heart attack."Listen to me." She stepped back, getting them both in view. "We go in there, we break them. No more pussying around, none of that holding back, no going easy. They come down to the ring on their feet, they leave on stretchers. Simple."

This match has been declared a no-contest.