So Much For My Happy Ending [O2A]

[Lilith]

After the commotion and insanely loud Noises she and Katja had been making last night, their hotel had invoked their right to refuse service. This didn't exactly surprise Lilith, blood curdling screams and loud swearing at four in the morning was bound to get them in trouble. More to the point, because of the discussion she and Katja had with the furry little bunny, both she and her assistant were more in a morbid state of affairs. After the revelation of the Bunny, Lilith and he had a longer in-depth talk whilst Katja slept...

......

Well... let's just save that information for later days for now...

Lilith was now an official contracted agent for XWA. Meaning the in-house residency of the 1 Penn Plaza's Tower was accessible to her. The large metal cage clanks against her belt buckle as she carries it down the halls of 1 Penn. The bunny? Was staying with her. After the things she and it had spoken of earlier this morning....

.....

Well... it's safe to say at least for the time being, she wasn't letting it out of her sights. The soft and depressed shuffling feet of her mini assistant follow her closely behind. Lilith stops for a moment, looking back at Katja. She was like something out of a fairy tale. Small in stature, only a mere 5'1 tall. Not much over 100 lbs. Her skin was almost as pale as Lilith's. her almost on the shade of white - blond hair was usually tied up in pig tails. Her bright light blue eyes were truly something to behold. But right now.. she looked nothing but sleep deprived and depressed. Even though Katja hadn't been awake for the more important discussion Lilith and 'The Doc' had... she had still gotten the first tid bit of information. And that alone would be enough to put anyone off track for a while. Lilith slowly places the cage down in front of the suite door before their eyes and places her palm on Katja's shoulder.

.... Did.. Iggy ever tell you the specifics about my family... or my former job?

.... Not all of them no.

.. I see.... then I guess all of this must be pretty hard to take in all at once..

.. You deal with things like this all the time?

No... not anymore anyway.. it's funny, the day before you came and found me at work, I was almost at the point of being bored of my nice 'normal' everyday life...

So much for my happy endin-... oh shit.

.. Hm? What's wrong?

Wait for it.

Lilith's left eye began to twitch. Ohhhh she was screeewwwwwed. She quickly rummages through her blend of denim and vinyl low rise jeans' pockets. Desperately searching for something. No go. She runs her hands up to her leather jacket, trying to snake her fingers around on the outside of it in order to feel through to the pockets within. Nope. She bites down on her bottom lip, panic starting to rush in. Katja simply stands there, blinking in confusion. She tugs at the soft lace frills of her moderately-length'd French dress while staring down at her round toped black and white shoes every now and then. Lilith finally takes her coat off and begins searching through the pockets of her lace inscribed t-shirt. Ah ha! She takes out the key card she'd been given from the front desk and swipes it down the electronic lock of their suite door. Bolting in with haste, leaving Katja and the rabbit cage at the doorway.

Katja! Bring in Doc, I have to make an important call.

Uhm... alrighty..

Katja mumbles to herself softly before reaching down and hoisting the cage up with both of her delicate little hands. That cage weighed more than it looked. With a couple grunts she manages to shuffle her tiny frame into the suite and promptly shuts the door behind her tightly. She scuffles her feet along the plush carpet of the room before setting the cage down with a large sigh of relief. The sounds of Lilith tapping on the phone keys fills her ears, but she's too taken back but the awesomeness of the new suite laying before her eyes. It was, big. And pretty. And super cool.

Wow....

Yes.. yes tell him it's Lilith - Yeah yeah shut up I can wait just get him on.

Lilith grinds her teeth somewhat as her fingers coil around the phone's body. Oh she was screwwwwwed. She kicks off her heeled boots foot by foot as she picks up the phone and walks into one of the other rooms. At this point, as much as she wanted to keep an eye on Doc...

......

She couldn't stand to be in the same room as him either.

The pain of her forcible 'evolution' of her insignia hadn't fully vanished yet. Not to mention the scars of what she was told may never fully heal period-

LILITH! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! ARE YOU HIGH!!?

-... Heeeeey Ray... miss me?

Yeeeeeah. It hadn't hit her until just now with her discussion with Katja. But she hadn't, you know. Remembered to mention to her bosses at Maxim about the whole, re-signing with a wrestling organization, going to be moving out of the Models' Loft thing yet. Super cool.

You know.. I'm getting pretty sick of you girls running around thinking your shit doesn't stink. You have the gall, the GALL to sign with another industry AND move out WITHOUT LETTING US KNOW?!

.... You know some would take that as a sign of trust and growing independence?

Lilith instantly takes the phone away from her ear. Preemptive precaution. Good thing too. She can't quite make out what, but she could definitely hear Ray shouting and yelling on the other end at her quip. Maybe that was a bit much. She sighs, waiting for him to temporarily run out of breath.

Look, I haven't quit or anything I'm still under-

YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT YOU HAVEN'T QUIT! So help me God Lilith if you can't juggle both I'm gonna - no you know what? We're not even sure if this is legal anymore.

What do you mean? I didn't break my contract with Maxi-

WE DON'T KNOW THAT NOW DO WE?! This is a NEW, YEAR! The details of the contract shifts between seasons remember? How much do you think it changes between YEARS?!@

-... Look, I'm sorry Ray. You know I meant no harm to Maxim when I signed-

You know what I woke up to this morning Lilith? I woke up to my assistant bringing me a print out of the daily tabloids reading, and I quote;

Top Model To Turn In Catwalk for Cat fights!

Maxim Model Lilith Creighton signs with XWA! Bending Maxim over for a change in a Bidding War!.

What? Hahaha oh come onnnn Ray that's just-

Lilith's interrupted. Her shoulder is promptly tugged on, she turns her attention. Katja is standing before her, hand outstretched, a printing of the daily tabloid clutched firmly in her delicate and dainty little fingers. Lilith's picture and various shots of her from photo shoots, plastered on the front page with the EXACT words Ray had just uttered. Katja's eyes downcast, her face dead panned. -_- Lilith's expressions quickly join in. --_--;

.... Mmmkay..... so uh... I'm sorry?

YOU'RE SORRY?! YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SUE-

Lilith takes the phone away from her ear, she lets out a long yawn as she nods her head in Katja's direction. The sound of Ray still yelling and shouting can be heard quite audibly. Lilith places her hand over the receiver before nodding at Katja again.

Where's Doc?

I let him out, he said he was getting cramps.

... Great, a high maintenance psychologically psychotic talking rabbit... with growing pains. Awesome. You're my personal assistant right?

Yes?

Can you handle this? I want to go for a bit of a stroll around the tower.

What? - Hey, hey wait!

Lilith hands the phone to Katja without bothering to pay attention to her valid protests. Honestly, she was too fuckin' drained to deal with this shit. She walks lazily into the front room, slipping her heeled boots back on. She haphazardly shuts the door of Docs' cage on her way out. Smiling sarcastically at the panicking face of Katja as she waves before shutting the door behind her. She makes sure it locks before letting out a long heavy sigh. Indeed, so much for my happy ending. This is what she gets for being bored of a nice normal safe ordinary life. Thrust right back into disturbing ass shit. She shakes her head, tossing her blood red hair a couple times, tussling it with her fingers before starting her way down the halls of one of the many residency floors of the famous 1 Penn Plaza. A mumble escapes her full lush lips.

.... And it's only this bad with Maxim.... thank God I said no to Penthouse...

[Kenji Katana]

Kenji chose to stay in New York. And while he was spending his days before the season began, guess who he just so happened to run in to?

Long time no see...
So, I take if you got your contract all right, seeing as...

He holds up the same article Katjia did.

Everyone else knows it. My only thought is, hows this gonna work your deal with Maxim? Because, if there's a problem, I can....

Evil Smile.

You know, help work those problems out.

[Lilith]

Lilith mumbles a short sigh beneath her breath. The Compton Hood-Rat seems to have infested the 1 Penn Plaza. Offering 'help' no less. Lilith tussles her hair to the side with a huff of hot air escaping her lips. Lilith had two, technically three and a half, 'good' relationships with men in her lifetime. It was a slim number. And for a reason. Aside from her childhood being a primer of legitimate reasons to despite the sex as a whole, most of them were generally conducive of idiots. Easily replaced by toys, or other women who had the carnivorous and voracious appetites of Lilith herself. Sure, they were needed for re-population.. you know;

For now.

Lilith crosses her arms over her chest, slowly tilting her body to the side and eventually leaning flush against the hallway wall. She stares at the tabloid magazine in Katana's hands. Another heavy audible sigh this time. She couldn't believe how fast that got out. Either there was a privacy leek within XWA or paparazzi everywhere were reaching Princess Diana levels of infiltration and harassment for sources.

My personal assistant is currently handling the situation...

Least she fuckin' better be.

... I somewhat doubt Maxim will actually pursue legal actions against me... I may not be their top selling model at the moment, but I'm still their highest rated 'Set of Thighs' as it were. And my Ass in particular seems to be a source of high revenue for the company. Then again...

Lilith stares at the tabloid front page. She grimaces with a twinge. True enough she is worth money to Maxim. However, all their models were. And she was sure whatever interns the bosses were banging in the company were 'valuable' to them as well. But when she was C.E.O. of Bloodworks... if a scandal had gotten out like this, and not only been made public in national headlines, but made her company look BAD..

....

She could see doing something drastic as a recourse. Lilith sighs heavily, her head hanging somewhat.

... If they DO decide to do something they may regret in an attempt to 'save face'.... I still have Penthouses' number in my phone.

[Justice Asuka]

Two people in a hallway, talking. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but Justice had been walking the lifeless halls of the Penn Plaza Tower for an unknown amount of time.

She thought to herself, 'I must be getting closer.'

Dressed in what could best described as a 'light bohemian' fashion of subdued florals and loose fits, she looked up the hall and then back down to a clump of official paper work held in her free hand. At the opposite end she saw the unmistakable double, sliding doors of the elevator. An elevator that was ultimately her destination as she had decided to abandon this floor and move on to the next.

Pulling a large, surprisingly non-squeaky suitcase behind her. She came closer to the two. Justice was obviously Asian, but something in her features hinted at something more lithe and Eastern European. At 5'9" tall, her height always caught a Japanese persons attention. But her age was harder to pin down. She was 20, but looked 16: youthful, light on her feet and looking for a way around the two people. She offered a weak, passing smile and tried to navigate by.

"Hello. Excuse me, please."

She looked from the man to the woman, and gave a slight nod. On top of her suitcase a box of instant noodles with bold Japanese letters was wedged between a stack of papers, bulk pens and 13 tacky New York postcards.

"I am on the wrong floor."

She offered as an excuse for passing. Like paying a toll to cross the bridge. Looking at the two, it was obvious it was the woman's bridge.

[Lilith]

Hm?..

Oh ho....

Lilith's eyebrows snapped upward in a hint of muse and intrigue. A new female face. Yet, another Asian one. She was starting to get a Ohio vibe in this place. She wondered if Murai hadn't secretly infested the roster of XWA with some sort of Oriental version of the CODE. Not that she particularly cared mind you. She'd rather deal with new faces as opposed to old enemies at this point in her life. Like, right now anyway. Since she was in an alright mood despite the potential bombshell those Goddamn tabloids unleashed upon her personal being. Lilith looks the woman up and down for a moment, her eyes shifting to Katana and then back to the new found and seemingly lost patron. She reaches into her back pocket, pulling out the strange little jet black info device. It couldn't really be called a simple 'phone', nor something akin to a music device. It's hard to explain, you'll see in time

Lilith begins scanning the device with her thumb, shifting from left to right, up and down as her eyes dart between it's surface, and the woman standing before her.

Now that would entirely depend wouldn't it..

Lilith continues to scan for information. As much as it annoyed her, she was aware that at least for the time being... her information was not absolute. The roster was still scattered and tattered because of whatever the fuck happened before she arrived at XWA HQ. How Carmella allowed such a travesty of an entire SHOW and HALF her roster being lifted from her dominion was beyond Lilith. Thank GOD Blackheart was attractive. It was a saving grace at the moment. She lets out a small tick of her tongue against the back of her teeth before turning the device off, sliding it back into her back pocket. Nothing so far. Least not on the woman before her. If she WAS in anyway shape or form affiliated with XWA, it hadn't reached Lilith's mini assistant yet. Shame. Maybe she should hire some of those tabloid reporters to dig up info for her. --_--;

Then again, she could just you know... try the direct appro-... oh isn't that cute. Ye ol' style ugly-as-sin postcards...
Lilith giggles somewhat underneath her breath before lifting her gaze to meet that of the young woman before her.

... Oh dear.... a little floral riding hood has lost her way.... hmmmm..
Yummy.

Hmmmmmmnn... and which floor are you supposed to be on little Miss? You wouldn't happen to be here for the XWA, now would you?... You look a little young to be throwing yourself and other women around from pillar to post...

Then again, it's all about how you try and manhandle another woman isn't it?

Lilith leans forward with a smile. A nice innocent smile. Which of course in reality is more akin to a devious Big Bad Wolf staring ala at little Red before trying to rip her clothes off and sinking it's fangs into her flesh. What big teeth I have? Oh why yes Red all the better to devour your soft supple fle-

God damn man! What the hell is wrong with you? And people call ME the sexually deviant! Least I don't fantasize about some giant ass Wolf-Man 'devouring' little Red Riding Hood, what the fuck is your-

As if you weren't staring at the Asian with blood - lust filled eyes. Shut up.

Lilith raises her right hand, using it as a 'shield' around the side of her face as she whispers almost antagonistically teasingly towards the new young girl.

I hear it's all in the wrists.

[Justice Asuka]

It seemed the toll had not been satisfactory as no one got out of her way. Instead she got a slight predatory vibration from the woman with the disturbingly animated face. Lilith was only an inch taller than Justice when she straightened up and returned her gaze, minus any trace of lust. She stared into her eyes long enough that is was clear she was scanning the old fashioned way. It was also clear, by such an outrageously dangerous action, that she had no idea who Lilith was. For despite her obviously urban and hip fashion choices, Justice wasn't that connected to the big bad world. Her scanner was nothing more than young intuition. After a long lock of the eyes she finally added.

"This ... building... is very confusing."

Her voice intoned that the blood haired woman was included in the term 'building'. Justice did need help though. She was about to hold up her Penn Plaza key card, but suddenly thought better of that. She was pretty sure she didn't want this woman knowing where she lived. She crammed the wad of papers and key into an empty, baggy pocket.

"Fighting is very clear."

She did not make eye contact when she said this. She could tell the woman was a fighter. It is all in the body and the eyes, and this bridge woman had both. The man too had the obvious build of extra muscles. But unlike some of her country women, Justice was not looking for violence. She just wanted to find her room.

"I think it is upstairs."

Upstairs contained no less than 20 more floors of a disturbingly empty tower and identical, steam cleaned carpets. Another hour and she would simply take one of the fire axes and open the door to 'her' room. Every one had a breaking point, and all wrestlers were a little insane. The outcome was clear. With a sigh she wrapped her hand around the suitcase handle and began her quest again. She had the sense that she was being followed either by eyes or by foot.

[Lilith]

Haaa...

Lilith had begins to grin in almost maddening delight. Those eyes. That look. Something no one can hide. The unmistakably look of fire. It seems Lilith had been wrong, whoever this woman was.. she was indeed here to 'compete'. She uses the term loosely these days. Lilith had never seen professional wrestling as anything more than a farce. She had despised the days of 'writers' trying to tell her how to act, what to do. Whom to like, whom to hate, whom to date. Lilith was not in this kind of business to 'entertain' to 'story-tell'. Lilith was in this business for a simple, primal, baser instinct.

Violence.

Ahhh ha... you're right about that Little Red, fighting is VERY clear...
It seems you'll be shown through Crystal Lens' here in New York.. just how, clear it is...

Lilith licks her lips in delight as she watches the woman begin her trot away. She was quite tall for an Asian. Lilith hadn't met many in her time in wrestling that could be even comparable in terms of her height. She was quite happy about this to be honest. Katja's recent taunts to her behind closed doors about her stature of height actually kind of got to her. Then again, it's more than likely cause usually no one around is even close to her size. Lilith's widely infamous Cheshire smile could not be contained. She raises her hand, her index finger outstretched. Indicating a 'moment' was required. She passes by Katana momentarily and tilts her head to the side in awe. Hm... she really did look quite young. Lilith herself had a bemusing quality of remaining young, even though the 'bemusement' had been stripped from her recently. Goddamn bastards taking my virus. But she was still quite youthful in her looks, especially her body.

But this woman. She was quite young. Lilith couldn't possibly place her over the cusp of 18. And if she did stretch it in her mind, it couldn't be by a whole lot. Oh dear me. Forbidden Foreign Fruit. Three of Lilith's favorite forms of using the F-Word. She places her left hand on her hip, her eyes following the woman intently.

Hmmm... indeed.... my name is Lilith. It was nice meeting you Little Red.... I'm sure...
Oh, so sure....

Lilith almost teasingly, with a hint of sarcasm, and a dash of her usually bitchy fortitude; - 'Curtsies'. Bending at her hips, she sweeps her right arm down around her abdomen and chest. Her left arm raising slightly into the air. Her legs bending at the knees, and crossing below her. She slowly, very slowly. Raises her head up to the cusp of her shoulders at her bent position. Her hair falling in errant strands all around her pale face. The glare of her right eye, and the glimpse of her Cheshire grin manage to escape through the blood red darkness of her hair as she Glares-With-Glee towards the young woman. Her gaze almost trying to pierce the girls' back... and all it's back'sided' glory.

... We'll be seeing more of each other.

[Kenji Katana]

Kenji stares at the strange woman walking away, then turns back to Lilith.

Thinking: This woman is too stubborn to persuade. This is gonna be a long year.

He drops the newspaper, before donning an evil smile, only less evil than before.

Lilith. Trust me, this year is gonna be a long year. I can tell from your attitude you might not have many allies, neither will I, so le's be allies? I know you don't put up with bullshit, and neither do I. To be honest, we're a lot alike.

[Lilith]

... A lot... alike?

Lilith had been enjoying the view of the young woman's exit strategy of escaping into the nearest elevator. She had managed to ignore and tune out the amusing statement of Lilith needing an 'ally' period. However, her ability to ignore idiocy had come to an abrupt end when the phrase 'To be honest, we're a lot alike.' had exited Katana's mouth. She can feel her face starting to contort. Her back still facing the Compton Hood Rat. A lot, alike? She was being compared to some 'Louder Than His Bite' Rat from Compton. COMPTON of all places? Someone who carries around a replica sword as a stage prop?

A lot alike?!

Lilith slowly cranks her head clockwise after resuming her normal stance, lifting her body back up from it's previously sarcastic 'bend'. Her hair falling and skewing off around her face as she glares outright through the strands, directing her gaze upon Katana.

.... I believe I told you prior... Katana. -We-.. are the dominantly dangerous sex in this business. All of the show boating, all of the trash talking, all of the rousing of muscles and over injected adrenal glands that the likes of -your- kind do... mean nothing, to me.

.. What could a man... possibly do in order to 'protect' me from others, like, me Mister.. Katana?
The 'size' and 'strength' advantage that males have over us is something of the past. I've seen some of my 'fellow' Diamonds in roster reports I've gained from my assistant...

.. And some of them are bigger, than you are.

You're new to the world of wrestling, Katana. So you may not exactly be aware of one of my prime special abilities. It's prized in pro wrestling, it really is;

I have this ability, to not be able, and give less of a Fuck, if I tried.

It's quite something to behold. The ability to care less is unobtainable to me. I'm sure you have your nice little story, your own motives and reasons for dragging yourself out of your distraught and absolutely crawling with stereotypical neighborhood. But the illusion that -I- actually care enough about another human being... let alone, a man...

;To allow them, to 'protect' me... is something you should quickly wipe from your mind. If you're looking for a nice sweet talking girl, with big baby blue eyes and Golden curls you can take home to your Gang-Mother back in the slums, you call home... you need to look elsewhere.. Kenji.

Just because I'm good looking? Doesn't make me a good person. Just because I acknowledge your existence by reacting and responding to you? Doesn't mean I'm interested in you in anyway shape or form physically, and or mentally.

Lilith was on a roll. The pent up frustration and stress of the last week had finally cracked her. Sure, some of what she was saying had a legitimate baring on Katana. But for the most part? He was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And sadly been thrust into the spotlight of Lilith's pent up bitchiness she'd had to repress over the last seven days of her life. Some people really can never catch a break.

... Honestly. An 'ally?'... Che.... you really have no idea who I am do you?

Another one of Lilith's abilities. Despite having just prior bitched about not caring about all of the innate trash talking Males in the world of professional wrestling exude. She herself was quite able to bitch and whine and moan along with the best of them. Anyone who knows Lilith, knows;

She's a bitch.

Then again as her past has proven, she almost always manages to scrape by bit by bit in order to back it up. Even against the likes of Lover-Girl and Claire-Bear. Then again, they did do quite a toll onLilith's long term psyche. To date, after her Parking Lot Dance with Claire-Bear, Lilith cannot use a public parking lot alone. It's legitimately something that frightens her. And as for Lover-Girl?...

.....

Did you ever -watch- that psycho bitch? Do I really have to EXPLAIN the kind of trauma that has inflicted on Lilith? She may be Lilith, but she is still a human being. Like, deep down. In the cockles. Sub-cockle area of her heart anyway.

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Jan 8, 2011 1:20:43 GMT -5 Lilith said:

... Honestly. An 'ally?'... Che.... you really have no idea who I am do you?

I do.

Where did she come from? How much of anything spoken before did she even hear? Enough.

<<<<<<<<REWIND!!!<<<<<<<<<

Hayley Jonas was just hours removed from returning to New York to re-new her contract with Carmella Blackheart, and as she was making her way to her temporary quarters in the tower that's One Penn Plaza, she she took a double take as she saw this...face.

So much so that she pulled down the hood of the TapouT hoodie from her sunny yellow hair and down the Beats by Dr. Dre headphones underneath thereafter, the sounds of some Deftones track blasting through the near empty hallway. She couldn't believe the...face...she was seeing on Blackheart-owned property, so she had to take a closer look.

Surprisingly neither she or the guy she was standing with talking to saw her coming. It was apparent that she was too busy undressing the tall Asian chick with her eyes or something. Even though that girl did look pretty well put together, like molded in some kind of computer program or game creation mode to be perfectly proportioned, curvaceous and generally appealing to the eye.

But then she was mere feet away, and that's when her surprised suspicion was confirmed. This was that woman. This was...in all effect...a person who Hayley had generalized as "them". One of the people who she swore a practical blood oath that if she ever saw walking down the same street as she...she'd make sure she was driving up the same street with a steamroller that had it's brakes mysteriously jammed so as not to stop until something when "snap, crackle, squish".

Hayley knew who Lilith was. Hayley knew of the people who Lilith associated with, both friend and foe alike, and she knew of the fact that she had every reason from a personal to a professional standpoint to have no qualms about putting this bitch's head through a wall.

Twice.

And then, Hayley walks over just as she asks the question...

Jan 8, 2011 1:20:43 GMT -5 Lilith said:

... Honestly. An 'ally?'... Che.... you really have no idea who I am do you?

And we now come to the present. She's there. She's actually standing there. And it looked like she didn't know who she really was.

I do.

Someone who should have stayed under whatever rock your crawled from under, cuz now you're gonna get squished like the little worm you are.

[Lilith]

Ex-fuckin'-cuse -...

.......

Lilith's glance kept getting stolen today. Seemed it would wobble and be shifted from place to place for people's amusement. But now... now there was a bona-fide reason to give a legit crafted glare. She remembered that face. Then again, being in a New York crafted wrestling company she wasn't exactly so much as 'shocked' to see the face again as enraged.

... Jo... Nas....

The name barely manages to escape from Lilith's lips. Hayley... Jonas... yes... yes. Jonas, one of the two 'J' - Words that Lilith had happened to memorize to a point of primal infuriating obsession. LXW. Jonas...

Eliza..

... You... haaaaaa... I'm sorry, you're going to have to repeat that, Jonas. I believe the correct phrase your little one tracked punk rock reject mind was looking for, was more of;

'I'm sorry for what I did to your sister.'

Then again, I guess with your current little... what was that, M.M... A? Was it? I guess with your current trite in that little hackney experiment your brain may have been knocked around a lot more than previously indicated hmm?..

....

Lilith could barely muster any nice quit witted quips of her bitchy fame. The rage was filling her too deeply. She hated her 'sister' Eliza. This is true. But she was HER, 'sister'. It doesn't matter if Lilith hates someone or something to the point of violent sado-masochistic sex dreams involving their horrid dismemberment and eventual sacrifice to some old Egyptian God. When you, or anything on this Earth... are deemed Lilith's property. You STAY, Lilith's, property. But Jonas... Jonas interrupted that trend. Not only did she corrupt and out and out STEAL Lilith's sister from her grasp [In her mind]. But once it got out that it was essentially possible to remove oneself FROM Lilith's clutches..

It almost took off like the new 'it' TV show.

Her ex-fiance' ended up cheating on her with another woman. One of her other relationships both prior and after ended up seeking comfort elsewhere. Albeit only on an emotional level. But that didn't matter to Lilith. No. When you are hers. You are hers alone. But Jonas, Jonas was the one that proved to the World this was not an Absolute Law. Jonas started the entire Goddamn chain of events leading to her losing her fiance', her boyfriend after - AND the lack of self confidence stemming FROM those loses was what began her entire confusion and eventual loss of Alexis 'Anjyl' Andrews.

Lilith didn't want blood.
She wanted her fuckin' life.

... You, defiled... my sister... you, corrupted.... my PROPERTY.. and you have the GALL to approach me with a THREAT?!..
I don't care who you are, to this company... I don't care how many 'friends' or fans you may have accumulated since I last had to lay my eyes upon your incredibly annoying array of Magic Marker-Wannabe Styled tattoos...

....

But so help me, God... Hayley...

Lilith was about an inch away from having a mild stress induced stroke. This week was not going well. Not ONLY was she being almost stalked by a.. a.. well yeah I guess the best term really is Compton Hood Rat. She had nice new fresh eye candy ripped from her gaze by this... this overindulged Platinum Blond overdone BITCH of an existence known as Hayley Jonas. Lilith clenches her fists tightly behind her back, almost having to force the pressure up into her shoulder blades to suppress the urge from lunging at Jonas and tearing her bad-dye-job piece by piece out of her thickened skull. She grinds her teeth for a moment before hissing out in a huff of hot air and rage.

.... You will pay me what you owe... you took Eliza.... and then you corrupted her beyond my reach.... she was mine. She was, mine. SHE;

WAS;

;MINE!...

... My property... my sister... not something that the likes of someone....
.. Something...

Like you, should have EVER been able to touch...

Lilith's face contorts for a second. Her gaze glaring in a wide angled lens as it were. Shifting from Katana to Jonas. It may sound weird really. The incessant ranting of believing her sister 'belonged' to her. But in all reality, this is how Lilith felt. The very first 'Love-Hate-Hate' relationship Lilith ever had was with her sister. She loved her because family bonds would dictate it so. She lusted after her in all honesty, as perverse and demented as it sounds. Forbidden Fruit tastes sweeter. Then again after her Step-Father had his way with Lilith from her early age, the boundary of a family connection be it in Blood or Name seemed to be eroded in Lilith's mind anyway. Not that she'd exactly search for it now mind you, but back during her upbringing it was not a 'Choice'. It was Survival. She hated Eliza, for who she was. And she hated Eliza more... for the betrayal.. of 'leaving' her..

For Jonas.
[You know, in Lilith's mind]

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Her sister's name hadn't even been said directly, but once Lilith said the word "sister", Hayley knew exactly who she was talking about. She knew not of what or where her sister went or what she did after those days in Las Vegas almost 6 years ago, but there was still a place in that heart of Hayley's that enjoyed the time they had.

There apparently was a place in Lilith's heart though that felt the total opposite emotion. Emotions that were as strong as they were sudden. But this is Hayley Jonas we're talking about. A shark in deep waters. A predator who when she smelled blood, she bit, and bit, and bit until small trails of unidentified "DNA" washed up ashore days later. Was it a crack in the armor? Who knows? But it was too good of a moment to pass up the chance to stick it to this unexpected adversary.

After all these years, you still don't get it do you? You didn't own her. You never owned her. You don't own or master another person's thoughts or feelings or actions. The world doesn't work that way, babe. She did what she wanted, how she wanted, and that's all that mattered to us. I don't even know what she's up to now...but life is life and it goes on.

Looks like you're still a little raw about that though, huh Lil? Well, that's just too fuckin' bad! You sound like you've got some good reason to wanna tear me apart though...

She pulls off the headphones, dropping them to her side. Those things aren't cheap, don't wanna mess them up. ;D

But about the only thing that I owe you is the prodigious beatdown that's about to happen to you that's loooooooooooooooong overdue.

[Lilith]

CRACK!!

The loud sound emits from the poor defenseless wall nearby. Lilith had slammed her left fist in all it's balled up fury and glory against the wall with all her mind. The sensation of the wall resounds back through her body. Adding fuel to the fire. Her head was hung down low, the hair covering her face from view. Good thing too. Lilith was in-between crying and that look you obtain when you're about ready to remove another human beings head from their body. You know the one.

The same look Oprah has every time she looks at a KFC bucket.

... 'Us'.. ?
....

... There is, no 'Us'.... there was no 'Us'... you.. do not get to speak as if you know her.. you, do not get to TELL ME... how the world works.. with your haphazard view on MY family matters.. you think you can look down on me.. ? On Lilith? You think 'someTHING' like a mere 'Hayley Jonas' can look down on LILITH CREIGHTON?!

Lilith's breaking point was drawing itself closer and closer. She'd already had one fight since entering into contract with XWA. She wasn't exactly against having number two being the result of her foot in Hayley's face either. The mere notion of the phrase 'Us' referring to Hayley and Eliza as a couple, almost brought Lilith's blood pressure to an alarming and potentially dangerous state. Her neck begins to twitch, sharply cracking to the right with a loud pop as she slowly lifts her gaze, staring seemingly through the poor bystander known as Katana - And trying it's damnedest to glare a hole through Jonas' head.

.... It's your fault she's gone.... this is all your fault.. everything.... you took Eliza..
... Then I lost Jonny... then I crumbled under the emotions... and I lost Starry...

.....

.. And then... all of this, all of your... 'legacy' of taking what was MINE.. cost me my Anjyl.. I lost... Alexis..
... YOU COST ME, ALEXIS!

Lilith shouts out with primal fury. Her hand slamming repeatedly against the poor helpless wall and it's sturdy-as-fuck-not-so-helpless foundation. The sensation of the outer layer of the skin on Lilith's left hand almost starting to crack was lost on her. She could continuing pounding her fist against the wall till she bled and wouldn't notice it. Not when one of the antagonistic forces behind her everyday guilt was standing in the flesh before her.

... Hah... h.. aaaahhhh... you think... someone like YOU can put me in 'my place'?... YOU? Ahhh... there's always someone like you in this business... someone who strives to break away from the overtly sexist stereotype... someone who tries to do her best to appeal to the nice little-scrapping-knees tomboy every young girl with a Bastard of a Father aspires to be... you think YOU can beat, ME?!...

......

The mere.. notion....
.. I see.... that's what it is..

Lilith mumbles under her breath. Almost incoherently really. Her mind was in a jumble. But the forefront was quite clear. Crystal. Jonas.

Jonas must die.

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~ Permission Granted ~
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Lilith spikes her right leg up quickly, her knee bending at it's will above her waist. She thrusts it down with all her might. The heel of her boot almost cutting clean through Hayley's downed headphones. From the momentum of the stomp, Lilith throws her weight into her hips and swivels her right arm back.. launching it within the same moment forward - aiming directly for Jonas' skull.

... Tch.

A annoyed sigh leaves her lips quickly as Jonas manages to swiftly slant her stance away from Lilith's attempted punch. Lilith quickly pushes off from her feet and rolls off to the side in order to avoid any potential counter. She cracks her hands slowly, finger by finger. A long sigh leaving her as she stands back up, reluctantly lifting her hands up in a voided 'surrender' pose before dashing at Jonas again through the ruse. She slams her first forward, missing once more. This time however her hand does not get off unscathed. It slams itself knuckles first into the wall behind Jonas' previous position. Lilith shakes out her hand before turning her hips and thrusting her weight into a modified thrusting savate kick. Her 'Vermilion Cross' Arch Kick. She had aimed, she had fired..!

... The fu..

But the sensation of someone's skull and face being imprinted on her boot was NOT the one that quickly followed the attempt.

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Instead, the sensation she felt was Hayley's hands grabbing her foot in mid-stride.

Those headphones set me back $300 you fuckin' whore!

The intent was there, and bad intentions they were for sure, but something was clearly off with the kick as Hayley saw it coming. Or should we say...something was on the kick.

Rust.

(with permission)

Lilith looked shocked as she was basically frozen in Hayley's clutches. From this position, Hayley pulled her leg towards her, letting go in time to grapple Lilith in a Muay Thai plum-like hold. She then with control of Lilith's arm did what the MMA crowd calls "pulling guard", falling to her back with Lilith still in her grasp. As much as you'd think that a woman like Lilith enjoyed to be on top , this situation was different.

Hayley kept control of one of Lilith's arms, bringing her right leg up and passing her shinbone under Lilith's throat. Then she quickly let the arm go, grabbing Lilith by the back of her head and pulled her down, pressing her throat uncomfortably into what MMA pundits call a gogoplata choke, a move she perfected and calls (conveniently) "Good Night Bitch".

Strangely though, despite easily turning a defensive evade into this offensive maneuver...despite the slight sound of Lilith whimpering as she tried desperately to escape...despite the feeling of the very breath of this woman being choked out of her body...Hayley wasn't satisfied.

She let go. She could have practically choked Lilith to death right there with nobody to stop her but a probably bewildered on-looker, but instead...she let go. Hayley pushed Lilith off of her, coughing and wheezing and trying her best to reclaim whatever oxygen had just been seeped out of her, and got back to her feet.

Too slow. You're way too slow. For someone who's so hell bent on puttin' a hurt on me, you could at least try a little harder.

She's breathing a little heavy herself, but not nearly as much.

You might be Lilith Creighton, but all Lilith Creighton is right now is a magazine model. You were never on my level to begin with...but now? They'd be taking me out of here in handcuffs if I did anything to you I'm so far ahead.

You want a piece of me so bad, then do yourself a favor. Hit the gym, hit the bags, hit the mat, hit whatever it is you can. When...not if...when I take you out, I want you to at least make it more interesting.

And next time, you'll be the one making me let go from chokin' your pale ass out...after you tap out.

[Lilith]

Haaah... hhuun....

The sounds of Lilith claiming air vastly fast can be heard quite audibly. The sensation of Jonas' shin was still firmly molded against her neck... but the more disturbing sensation of having to forcibly fill her lungs with air at an astounding rate for recovery, was filling her mind farther. And because life truly is a bitch, the shaking sensation of unadulterated unrivaled fury was taking over faster and faster. Lilith was shaking with rage. She couldn't even fully fasten her own thought process in the moment from being locked up by Jonas and being promptly tossed off. Mercy? MERCY? Lilith was furious. She was twitching all over. It was almost like the starting scene of The Exorcist. Lilith was PISSED.

... Not.. on your.. level?...

Lilith was bewildered at these words. These remarks. These taunting verbal jabs Hayley seemed to be dishing out like there was a sale on 'em. Just, a magazine model? Lilith's entire chest was quivering with fury. She could almost feel her rib cage rattling inside of her body. She was starting to feel the tingling of an on-coming numbing of her face due to the rage building up within. She slowly pulls herself up to her knees, pushing up as she begins to reach inch by inch with her body ever higher till she was standing once more. Her eyes were ablaze, widened to the point of pain. Because Jonas got lucky and caught her off guard, she was acting like she was some sort of God? Lucky? Did she really just get lucky?

........!

For but a instant. The thought passed through Lilith's mind, and body, like electricity. Did she really, just get lucky? Lilith was a Master of Submission style fighting. It was what she did. It was what enabled her to survive in the world of professional wrestling. She wasn't a five star professionally trained by world famous stars wrestler. She was a brawler who had a avid grasp of Submissions. How could someone like Lilith, just fallen victim to such a... such..

.....

Lilith tries to scan her mind. Her memory of training and fights. Her eyes seem to dart back and forth, blinking rapidly in confusion. She stares across the hall at Jonas. Her eyes meeting with the bitch's for but a instant.
Lilith... Lilith had no memory of that kind of maneuver. She didn't even know if could be classified as an actual 'Submission' over a Choke. She was dumbfounded. It was impossible. There's no way there was such a devastating submission that Lilith hadn't heard of, felt, or mastered. It had to be a choke. Wait..
Devastating? Was it devastating? Was it something Lilith couldn't have gotten out of?... Did Jonas actually enact legitimate Mercy?...

Blinding, Rage.

Me.. tap out?...
... I'll kill you.... there is no ring... there is no glory.. gold is a gaudy color anyway... impressionable 'titles' people impose upon your name are not here...

.....

... I'm going to ACTUALLY kill you-

LILITH!

Lilith almost jumps at the sudden call of her name. Her nerves were shot-...
...

Was she... afra-

Lilith! We have to get out of here, NOW! You can't handle this in your current state!

... Ka.. Katja.. ?

Lilith's mind had a self defense mechanism. It wasn't able to admit she had the human emotion known as 'Fear'. Regardless, of the almost obvious... impending state of it. Katja had heard the commotion from down the hall in their suite, she'd come bursting out as soon as she could get rid of Ray on the phone. She was tugging at Lilith's right arm with all her might. Not exactly a lot of force behind someone barely over 100 lbs, but she was trying none the less. Lilith's gaze was simply affixed on Katja's small delicate frame and the look of fear... fear, on her personal assistant's face. Why was she scared?

LILITH! Can you hear me? We need to get you out of here, we have to get you to a doctor, now!

.. What?-...

..... ?

The sensation had finally hit her. It took a while. The adrenal glands in Lilith's body must have shielded her from it this long. But inevitability had kicked in. Without warning. Lilith had been forced to back away from Hayley and Katana. Her body had begun slumping back towards the far wall and Katja's vice like albeit small grip. She had hunched over in a slump, gasping rapidly until finally coughing hoarsely. It was almost as if she was trying to throw up. Just, involuntarily. Finally, it happens. Lilith, begins coughing up;

Blood.

.... !...

.. That's... a cute... trick.. Jonas....
... I won't, forget it..

Lilith glares up, from bended knee. Literally having to bare the sight of Hayley Jonas 'looking down' on her. The sensation of her own blood softly dribbling down from her lips to her chin sent a violent chill throughout her body. Her eyes not leaving the sight of the blond overseer above her. Katja finally manages to begin yanking on Lilith's arm hard enough to convince her to move. No more words leave Lilith's mouth. Her gaze fixed solely on Jonas the entire time her chibified assistant manages to force her down the hall. As the two end up turning down and heading for the elevator out of 1 Penn in what Katja had deemed a 'search of medical emergency' under her breath while trying to force Lilith down the hall. She takes one look back over her shoulder. Biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to force skin to break open. Her face nearly shaking in and of itself as her eyes meet with Hayley's one last time. She spits out some of the blood gathered in her mouth before turning briskly, and exiting into the elevator with Katja.

A hospital?... It wasn't even a match....
.. No. It wasn't even a fight. But whatever it was....

Lilith had lost it.

Don't worry Lilith - I did research on the way here after we got kicked out of our hotel. I know exactly where the nearest hospital is, you'll -

Lilith begins tuning Katja's voice out. The elevator doors begin to close. All the while, she gazes down the hall at Jonas. Until the elevator doors... finally, slam shut.