Jussi's Little Helper (O2A)

[ayume]

Lost Boys by The 69 Eyes hits the arena and after the intro plays for a while, A small woman steps out onto the ramp. Her attire consists of a Black T-shirt with a leather coat that reaches to the ground over that. A Pair of Denim Shorts, the end slookign Ragged with a chain hanging from each side of her pants. And a pair of Biker style boots to top it all off with socks emerging from the lips of the boots, This woman with her Black hair over her face shoots both of his arms out to her sides while tilting his head back with a Nevermore Taunt. With that done she then makes his way to the ring looking over the fans with no emotion what so ever on her face, much like that of Jussi. Once she reaches the ring she walks around the side of it until she’s at a corner only to roll in and into a sitting position. She then pulls herself back into the corner and rest’s her arms on the ropes while looking around the arena, a look of intense thought on her face before she reaches up to grab the top rope only to pull herself up back to a standing position. Her eyes survey his surroundings again before she falls back resting against the turnbuckles. Now laughing, obviously showing the whole serious bit was a charade of her mimicking Jussi and nothing more. A mic is soon rushed into her from a Crew person working the outside of the ring.

"Well well well, look at this here, Me standing infront off all of you with no Jussi . Well no matter if he's absent or not his cause lives on in me, Therefore the Diva's of this organization are now on watch and you will all be claimed by the reaper aswell. No matter who you are, The Reaper won't care nor pull punches due to gender or age. A wave of Despair will wash over your heads and you will be claimed."

Ayume lowers her mic after that long winded Jussi'ish rant of her's. To catch her breath possibly or maybe even to see if anyone would come to to try and shut her up.

[chloe]

~Into the frey comes Chloe Lockheart, who wasn't in the best of moods. It wasn't the fact that in her last match she lost to Kim Angelos, it was the fact that since her 1st match beating Ashley Diamond, she hadn't won a match since. It was starting to get to her, which showed in her outward disposition. Already having a mic, Chloe responds~

OK, I have no Idea who you are, aside from being that nut job Jussi's shadow the last few weeks, but if it's a fight you're looking for, you've just found it. Whatever drugs it is that you and your boy-toy must smoke on the daily must have you both thinking you're untouchable. Well I'm gonna touch you tonight. With my fist upside you face. How that sound to ya', Ms. "She-Jussi"?

~She lowers her mic and waits for Ayume's reply~

[ayume]

A Playful smile comes right across her face at her first victim, Knowing she has to make Jussi proud of her. How could she refuse.

"Oh how fun this is going to be. Chloe Lockheart about to become a sacrificial lamb. So exciting. But did you have to call Jussi a Nutjob, he seems pretty right in the head to me."

Ayume flashes yet another smile this one a bit more towards insane.

"Crazy or not tho Lockheart, I accept your offering and i accept your soul to hand to the Reaper"

[chloe]

~Chloe looks at Ayume with disbelief. She couldn't POSSIBLY be serious with her last comment~

You're kidding, right? If Jussi is right in the head, Then Xander Xavier Luther is a little. bald Jewish guy from Hackensack, New Jersey. He's whacked, and YOU'RE whacked for thinking he's not. But that's aside from the point. The point tonight is I get in that ring with you tonight, I ruff you up an bit, and I get the 1...2...3. Yea, that sounds like a definite plan to be, Sista.

~Chloe awaits the reply of Ayume~

[ayume]

" hmmmm your plan has some flaws that, You failed to mention where I have the gun pointed to your head and then i pull the trigger"

Ayume laughs as she makes a gun with her hand and then points it at Chloe. Allowing her hand to fly back as if simulating recoil from a revolver. a Trademark thing of Jussi's she's taken in as her own