| A young metrosexual walks a San Antonio bar, looking for his next victim. Tonight, he's really feeling it. He's really feelings his hormones and the night is young. It's time to prowl, time to hunt for the next victim. Armed to the gills with the latest cheap pickup lines and armored wtih cheap, intoxicating cologne and gallons of fake tan....he finds her. A tall, athletic looking goddess with raven black hair leaning against the bar nursing a Mike's Hard Lemonade. "All alone, what a pity," he muses, smiling to himself, "I'll take care of that situation." The young man, who's not all that bad looking himself, struts up to the bar and studies this raven-headed creature. "Simply, gorgeous," he licks his lips as if he's a rottweiler studying a raw steak, "Yummy." He makes a loud noise, clearing his throat and goes in for the first shot at his prey, "Whassup, girl? You a parking ticket, cause you got FINE written all over you."The woman cuts her set of piercing green eyes at him, never blinking as, momentarily, she seems to be looking right through him, turning up the bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade for a long chug. After her drink, she licks her own lips and sets the bottle down, "C'mon, love... look around ya, ah'm the hottest piece o' ass in this room, and that's the BEST ya got?" The hunter goes straight for the kill, he knows women and knows this lil tigress is just playing hard to get, "Baby, you come with me and I'll show you what I got." The woman stands to her full height, pushing a barstool out of her way with her foot, and taps the same foot on the floor, while crossing her arms. She smiles, and looks down at said foot, "And babe, if YOU don't step the hell back, I'ma show ya that you got a "kick me" sign on ya back to match the bootprint you're gon' be leaving with on your forehead." The hunter feels threatened, he must show the beast he's not afraid of it, they can smell fear. He looks her dead in the eye, "And you'll be leaving with a bitchslap, bitch!" She smirks, cocking her head sideways with her eyes narrowed evily, "That's Queen Bitch. Smile and bow when you say it, motherfucker." The hunter must show his dominance, he must make the prey submit. He draws back his hand to back hand her. Suddenly, his head jerks back and he levitates off the ground a few inches. He grabs his throat as if he's being chocked. A voice behind him warns softly, "You'd be wise to leave the lady alone." The man gurgles a response, "Who the hell are you?" The young woman, Terri LaMin Dangerously, smiles wryly as she sees Nevyrmorr, without makeup behind her stalker. Nev eyes the back of the man's head as if it's his mortal enemy, "I'm her boyfriend." Nev lets the man drop and walks briskly up to Terri and plants a breath stealing kiss on her.Once he pulls away, he looks at Terri, giving her a knowing wink along with a shit-eating grin to goad her astonishment, "Sorry to leave you waiting sweetheart. Traffic's a killer." With that, the man scurries away like the insect he is. Terri Lamin blinks.... uh, she can't do much else. But, after a moment, she regains her senses and smirks once again, "Well, if it isn't my Dark Knight." Nev winks, "Let's get outta here, this place sucks." Terri nods, agreeing and they do, finding themselves simply walking on the sidewalk. "We can't fool around too long, you know... We gotta head back to the arena for Meltdown." Terri looks down at her feet, as she's walking. "I dunno 'bout you, but its gonna be a wham, bam, thank ya ma'am for me. I've hit an unusual string of bad luck with lazy opponents lately." Nev nods slowly. "This Kryptt I'm facing seems like a kindred spirit. He seems to understand what it's like to be viewed as an outcast of society. He seems to understand what it's like to walk through Hell and come out alive. This is something new, I'm not used to an opponent complimenting me. Nonetheless, I must be prepared for this match. A giant of his size is not to be taken lightly. A giant of a man and one of great intelligence from what I see." Terri Lamin nods, "Seems to be." She looks up at Nev, "But, don't ever give 'em too much credit. After all, I've proved myself that the bigger they are, the slower they are. That makes you faster, and you can make 'em fall harder." Nev laughs at Terri's bluntness. Along with her southern drawl, it's his favorite trait on her. "He's right, though. No matter how hard I try, I can never escape it. I get fed up with wrestling and it keeps pulling me back in like some mysterious force that I can't fight, but yet I want it to pull me back in. There's just some realization that it's not so bad being me, I can go from being the outcast to the hero with a step through that curtain. All my violent dreams.....they come true." "Heh... yes. Indeed, they do." She almost cracks a smile- but she catches it, and wipes it off her face before it begins. Then, she remembers something herself that Kryptt had said. She hesitates, but its Terri... she's gotta say it, "So, this thing... with the kid..." Nev looks at her again, "It's gonna spill over, isn't it? Into the ring." Nev looks in the distance at the lights with a solemn look on his face. "As hard as it is to believe, I could be a better parent that she could ever hope to be. That kid will end up in juvenile facilities because his mommy's too busy turning tricks then butchering them like Aileen Wuornos." Nev shakes head, "It's going to get ugly...very ugly." Nev shakes his head again as if to shake himself from a dream or, rather, a nightmare, "I musn't think about that, now, though, I must be prepared for Kryptt. I turn my back on my opponent, I end up on the business of the Kryptt Keeper. I need to make a statement, an impression that I can be a serious competitor in this business. I don't want to be a screw up like I've always been viewed." "Damn right, Darlin'. And I'm gonna be right here to kick ya right in the ass if you so much as THINK about screwing up." She puts on a big smile, but Nev doesn't. "Aw, you know it was a good one..." Still, no smile. "DAMMIT TRISTAN!" He shakes his head "no". Terri huffs, frustrated and crosses her arms, looking away.... but, as she slowly turns back to find him looking at her, she must resist the urge to smile and so.... Terri gently cups her hands around the outline of his face, "You will smile, dammit.... even, if I have to..." Instantly, Terri's head snaps backwards as she pulls Nev closer and- AND- BURIES his face right in her chest! Terri leans upward to press more of her chest into the blubbering mutant's face. She presses his face forcefully to her enormous mammaries. Nev is scrambling to escape, not because of embarassment since he doesn't get embrassed easily. Come on, the dude walks around in public with mime makeup. He's escaping because he can't breathe. Luckily, there's the cleavage, and he finds some breathing room in there. He sends a thought through to Terri, "Terri, if you suffocate me to death...." He thinks a bit more, then responds. "What a way to go." Terri Lamin laughs, and shoves him away from her by the head. "You're a jackass." Nev smiles back at her smugly. "Now, THAT'S what I call motivation." |
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