Grave Circumstances

Mississippi watched Valrie leave in a huff. She frowned and stood up, leaving the doll head on the floor. She held the big scissors still, but if the zombie girl wanted to club someone in the head like a brute, the scissors might not be able to hold Valrie back.

She slipped around the chair she was sitting on and then put her heel on the seat. With a gentle push, she shoved it at Saori. The girl seemed just as prone to violence as Valrie, but Mississippi had decided she was the more sensible of the two. At the very least, giving Saori the chair might give Valrie pause when choosing a target. Mississippi was fairly sure that Saori would probably not have as tough as a choice.

It seemed that Valrie actions had made all the other girls freeze in their tracks and become quiet. She would take a look at the two other girls in the ring with her, shifting her eyes back and forth. Both of them were dangerous. Valrie would hold the chair with one hand before grabbing the mic she had dropped on the mat.

“YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT? I'M SICK OF HEARING EVERYONE FUCKING TALK. LET'S JUST HAVE A FUCKING MATCH OR I CAN JUST BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU RIGHT NOW. EITHER WAY, ITS YOUR FUCKING CHOICE!” stated Valrie as the audience would roar in applause, now wanting to see the three ladies fight in a match. She was now hoping the audience would pressure the other two girls to accept the challenge and if any of them back away, it would practically mean the same as losing. One way or another Valrie was going to get what she wanted.

Taken aback, Saori nearly fumbled the chair as it was tossed her way. Quickly grabbing it by the legs, the large woman would waste no time, brandishing it like a weapon, as though challenging either of them to come at her. Although confused at first, Saori quickly realized what Mississippi's game was.

Going after Valrie was impractical as she had the high ground, but the moment she tried to go after one of them, the other could easily jump her from behind with little hesitation. In the same vein, should either her or Mississippi attack each other, Valrie would be able to come crashing in on them. It was a complete standoff.

Even with the zombie freak's provocations and the urging of the crowd, Saori was still aware enough that unless Valrie came down first, none of them were going to make a move...

Mississippi frowned at Valrie's yelling. The girl didn't seem to have an inside voice at all. However, she looked at Saori and then sighed. "I don't much understand why everythin's gotta be resolved with violence, but it should be interestin at the very least." Mississippi said and nodded to the zombie girl.

"Maybe I could show you what the dead are really like." She chuckled softly to herself, smiling brightly before turning to Saori and waiting for her answer.

Saori took a step back, looking clearly unnerved at Missouri, "Wh-why the hell are you looking at me like that!?" she accused. While the lithe American looked far from intimidating, something about her just sent chills down Saori's spine.

Trying to shake thoughts of the supernatural from her mind, the large Japanese woman shook her head violently, then looked back at Valrie up in the ring. "FINE! I'LL TAKE BOTH OF YOU ON!" she roared, pointing up at the zombie rocker, and only sparing a glance towards Mississippi. "LET'S HAVE A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!"