The First Rule of Fight Club... (O2A)

[Jay Wolf]

The time? Midnight. The place? An undisclosed location in New York City.

It was a typical winter, January night. The sky was clear, the moon was full and the air was chilly. Jay Wolf had just left a restaurant where he, along with his sister, hosted a dinner party for his parents' 40th anniversary. He was now on his way back home to the famous Dakota where he knew his bed was waiting for him to just fall on it and pass out. His suit, while stylish, did not protect him against the cold of the night. Jay began to rush home but half way home something caught his eye. Large groups of men or lonely individuals from different social classes all made their way down the same hidden alleyway. This was not a sight which Jay was used to seeing. Usually when large groups of people made their way down an alleyway it was a gang but Jay was sure that this was not a gang. The men making their way down this alley ranged from business men to busboys of ages which seemed to vary from 18 to 50. Intrigued, Jay dodged the incoming traffic and joined the men. This alleyway led to a space in between the back of a group of buildings. The men gathered around in a circle while one man stood in the middle. This was looking like a scene straight out of "Fight Club" and Jay waited for Tyler Durden to walk out and tell him the rules of Fight Club.

[Unknown Man]
Gentlemen and boys...welcome to Fight Club! It seems like all of the men from last week have return while at the same time I can see that there are some new faces out here. Before we begin and punish all the rule breakers I think that I should reiterate the rules to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! The third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time guy. We don't want this turning into a Royal Rumble out here. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.

The rules were straight out of "Fight Club" as well. This was all a little to weird for Jay's liking and he contemplated leaving. He turned to leave but the first two fighters were chosen. This caught his attention. The two first-timers circled around while staring each other down. The fist then began to fly back and forth. This was more violent than the matches which took place on GWA. This was pure entertainment to Jay and it made him forget that he was even tired. The guys pounded on each other until one of them was left a bloody mess on the ground after 15 minutes of fighting. His opponent dragged him into the crowd and it was time for the next fight. Two new men were chosen and the action began right away. It started getting extremely late and Jay thought that maybe it was about time to head home. As he tried making his way out of the crowd two guys grabbed him and threw him into the middle of the crowd.

[Unknown Man]
Alright. Time to take you little fancy suit jacket, dress shirt, tie, socks and expensive shoes off because it's your turn to fight.

[Jay Wolf]
No no no. I was just leaving. I don't want to fight.

[Unknown Man]
Well that is just too bad boy. Maybe you should have left earlier while you still had the chance. Now hurry and get ready cause I have the perfect opponent for you.

[Jay Wolf]
Please just let me leave. I can't get hurt because my job truly depends on me being healthy.

[Unknown Man]
Boy you better hurry before I get mad. Get your ass ready and get in there for your f*cking fight!

Jay hesitated but ultimately obliged to this man's demands. He set his clothes aside and walked into the middle of the circle of men. His opponent was still getting ready so Jay began to stretch. Finally, his opponent was ready and walked into the middle of the circle. This was a familiar face to Jay which brought a small grin upon his face.

[Jay Wolf]
Well this is a pleasant surprise. Who would've known that I would end up seeing you here.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"Yeah. I seem to be getting that a lot recently."

That familiar face belonged to Tha Infamous One himself. Yeah. He's been spotted and recognized all over this city. He wasn't trying to find some privacy right now. He wanted something. Badly. He was looking to find that something here. 187 stood there with a smirk on his face as he began winding his arms to loosen himself up. He probably filled the area with the smell of alcohol. It was not too long ago that he was sitting in a bar and knocking a few drinks back. What happened there is what lead him to come here. You would be surprised what you find in places like this. An old face from his past decided to poke and prod the monster. Bringing up the nightmares that haunted the beast inside. He had to hold his inner rage back from taking a shard from the broken bottle of Hennessy and jamming it into the throat of that mothafuckin' dragon faced bitch. However, his homicidal tendencies were going to have to be put on hold for now. He had his plans for that person later. Right now? He felt the need to destroy something. Or someone. That is why he has found himself in the middle of this circle. This wasn't his first time in this thing. There were clubs like this all over the world. It was a nice way to blow off some steam without negative consequences in the end. He'd already removed the necessary articles of clothing as mentioned in the rules. 187 stood there wearing a pair of black jeans. His battle scars visible to the crowd and his opponent. They weren't from fighting in clubs like this, but they did tell the story of a man who's been to Hell and back. His 'dark shadow's' laugh echoed in the back of his mind. Whispering sinister things in his ears and pushing him forward to do damage tonight. He drew a breath in and exhaled heavily. He began to take a few steps forward.

"Alright. "

He cracked his neck to the left. Then he cracked his neck to the right. He jumped up and down a couple of times. Once he stopped, he stood there ready to go. His 'dark shadow's' ice cold blood was coursing through his veins. He lifted his fists up and said...

"Let's do this."

[Jay Wolf]

[Jay Wolf]
Lets do this!

Jay did not find this to be much of a threat. He believed that they would goof around and not really rough it up like the others were. Jay walked up to the Infamous 187 and gave him a small shove. They both laughed after the shove and 187 even shoved him back a little. Jay did it again and so did 187. Jay tapped 187 on the cheek and 187 responded which a hard right hook. This caught Jay by surprise and sent his body straight towards the ground. Jay was confused and in a daze while the Infamous 187 went on the attack. He jumped onto Jay's body and delivered punch after punch. Right! Left! Right! Left! Jay could do nothing more than attempt to block off the strikes with his arms. This provided no protection though and soon enough Jay's face was a bloody pulp. He was ready to give up and yell out "Stop!" when the Infamous 187 stood up. He grabbed Jay's hand and helped him up. He then spread his arms and became a standing crucifix. Unsure of what this meant Jay took his chance and struck 187 in the jaw.

[The Infamous 187]
Harder!

Jay punched him again.

[The Infamous 187]
HARDER!

Jay hit him as hard as he possibly could. Infamous began to bleed and smiled.

[The Infamous 187]
Thank you.

Infamous cracked his knuckles and walked up to Jay.

[The Infamous 187]
Well this was fun. Lets do it again sometime.

Infamous took one last shot at Jay and that is when everything went numb for him. Jay fell hard to the floor but did not feel it. He lost consciousness for about a minute after hitting the floor. His body was dragged to a corner where he was continuously splashed with water until he came to his senses. Jay was helped up to his feet and he dusted himself off. The memories of the past few minutes were blurry to him. He tried to remember as the last fight went on. As the fight as well as Fight Club came to an end for the night Jay finally began to have some flashes of what had happened. He headed home to rest because the beating he took had him worn out. He entered the Dakota and made his way to his place. The trip wasn't without stares and whispers about his appearance. When he finally got in bed he began to think about Fight Club. There was a rush that went through him as he thought about all the action and decided that the following night he would be paying another visit.

[Min]

February 14, 2011

The smell of sweat, and blood cut through the February cold easily along with the sounds fists colliding with flesh. It reminded her of her childhood when her father would slaughter a pig in a little stone shed. Only here the squeals of terror were replaced grunting and groaning of men on display. Min's whole essence was out of place. An invader to the temple of man as she turned the corner, walking past an ancient Zamboni that hadn't seen ice in over 50 years.

"Oh!! Oh!! Yeah!!!!!"

A collective cheer filled the air as Min turned down a final row to see one man collapsed on top of another, shirtless and spent. The scene was erotic and pure, sure to send any other woman into some unbridled mating frenzy. Have. Babies. Now. But Min only turned on a big grin, mimicking the many Chinese generals she had seen and chomped down on a large cigar. A loud, metallic click of a lighter grabbed the attention she desired. She waited until the last one made eye contact with her skin before she released a thick, blue cloud of Cuban smoke.

"Hi boys, can I play?"

The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly. Estrogen + Testosterone = Volatility as Min stood with her jacket open and her legs slightly apart. Nobody knew what to do with her. Nobody was really in charge until they looked at the [unknown man] who had given the welcoming speech. Her looked around at his brothers and then to Min.

"How did you find us?"

Min removed the cigar from her mouth a let the smoke trail away.

"The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club."

Some of the men laughed as she took them in one, by one. There were 13 people, not including her. Some were still hugging the shadows. She looked for a familiar face from the XWA Tower. It didn't matter at this point if there was one here or not. She had to play this part of the hand like they were all keys to the tower door.

"I'll just skip to the end since you know all the words. The final rule of Fight Club is, if this is your first time then you have to fight."

Min put the cigar back between her teeth and slowly worked her arms free from the knee length, black, leather jacket and then the next. Someone in the back whistled a long note, before it faded away. Min tossed her jacket on a pile of empty shipping crates that hadn't shipped since the last World War. She took the cigar from her mouth again and smiled bright, extending her cigar laden hand.

"It's nice to meet you."

Again a little honest laughter as they all read between the lines. 'Nice to meet you' meant 'this is my first time, so obey you own rules.' She had played her hand well, as the minds were turning and more than one was considering. That was all she needed, just one. That's when she heard a voice from the back speak up...

[Lilith]

w- Wait Lilith!

Katja's plea went unnoticed. The crowd continued it's frenzy of more figures of female bodies entering into the fray. Bit cliche' isn't it? Finding Lilith in a fight club? She actually -wasn't- here to fight. Yet she was dressed for it... But things change very quickly in Lilith's mind. She'd heard sometime last week Seven had been spotted in the general vicinity. Seems obviously, he and whoever was with him was long gone. But now? Now it seemed to be 'ladies night'. And Lilith?...
Was in a bad, mood.

Whoa check it out they just keep-a-comin don't the-

Lilith's left hand snaps out. Her fingers curl up at the joints as she slightly applies force and pressure to the throat of the latest idiot to cat call. She yanks her fingers back and watches him promptly drop to the ground.

What the hell are you doing?! - He's alive. I don't see a problem..
Lilith... this is not the kind of place you want to pull this shit..

Look lady, you know why we have you bitches around here? Because you're eye candy. That's IT! Now take off your coat get the hell in there and fight before we change our minds and beat you into a pale little pulp for laying a hand on my buddy here that wasn't below his waist.

A collective snicker seems to filter out in the men in the crowd. Lilith sighs heavily...
And people wonder why she usually goes for females?... Really?
Really?.. Wow.

Lilith shrugs off her coat, exposing her Black patten Leather support bra and her matching hip shorts. Katja seems to slam her palms against her face at the sight of Lilith's outfit. It was like dangling meat in front of hungry dogs. Or...
Meat in front of hungry Men. Same difference. Thing. Whatever. Lilith dusts off the tips of her boots, actual wrestling boots, not heeled. As if she was risking anything worth money in this rat hole. She hated that movie. 'Fight Club'. Fucking disastrous. And look at what it's started? Nothing but monkeys imitating bad art.
But it was Violent.

So Lilith was there.

She breaks through the crowd, Katja FIRMLY in tow in order to prevent anyone from putting they're grubby hands on her assistant. She may not exactly -LIKE- Katja. But she's LILITH'S assistant. LILITH'S property. No one. Touched Lilith's property.. and got away with it. As the two make their way through they hear other cat calls and commotion from the area up ahead. When Lilith's line of sight is finally clear...

....

.. Who the hell are you.

Lilith stops in her tracks. A somewhat mild wave of 'silence', if you could call it that, washes over the crowd. Katja takes a safe position near by as Lilith stares across the little circle of men at the woman standing before her. She was Asian. Another one? Jesus Christ... Lilith tilts her head to the side slowly before dusting off her hip shorts and plucking at the top hem of her support bra.

..... Why do I have a feeling I don't want the answer to that question..

[Min]

Min kept her grin wide, but behind it all she was analyzing the woman called 'Lilith' in front of her: Controlling, aggressive, another fallen Princess who couldn't take the impact. She obviously had little in the way of impulse control, and was possessive of the smaller girl in tow. She didn't know the other girls name. But she knew both their faces and patterns. This woman was part of the erratic mess that had slowed her down. Unstable, strange hours, but at two for the price of one? Usable. She took off her sunglasses with the same deliberate motion she had taken off her jacket, then tossed them on top of it. She looked from her pile of stuff, to the Lilith's property, and then to Lilith herself.

"Who do you want me to be?"

A cheesy line? Or giving Lilith exactly what she wanted, power over another human being. Her tone was playful, her eyes matched. One could never underestimate the power of words or body language. She kicked off one low, black, rhinestone heel and then another. They landed next to the crate with all her stuff. Finally all that was left was the cigar, an excellent New York prop. She looked at it with obvious affection before balancing it on the edge of another crate.

Her stockinged feet pressed against the gritty, concrete floor. Patches of blood and sweat already gripping as it dried from the last fight. The men were like blast furnaces surrounding, a fine layer of sweat already formed in the valley between her small breasts. She whetted both her lips with the tip of her tongue then slowly slid a stocking foot in front of, a slow and extended half arch. Her Chinese features screaming this is martial arts, do be careful. A warning shot against Lilith's formidable aft and stern. Yet, at the same time it was almost like dancing. Another form of giving herself to Lilith or the smaller one.

She appeared to be enjoying the game. It truly did, but behind it all a cold, calculator pulled the strings. Waiting to see which one would bite first. Waiting to see what the surrounding tribe of Man Child's would do. Everything was tense, and that was the most dangerous time. She thought Lilith would enjoy that most of all.

[Lilith]

.. I'm getting flashbacks here...

Lilith! I'm thinking maybe we should just let this go here yeah?

Lilith scoffs at her assistants plea. But doesn't dare look upon her. Taking her gaze off of the woman in front of her would be ill advised and potentially suicidal. She'd encountered women like this before. Well.. somewhat. It was a general maze of mental warfare at any given time. Lilith slowly cracks her knuckles one by one before shifting her stance down-wind of the woman. She stands with her left shoulder facing the Asian across from her. Her palms extended out and dropped down low at waist level, her arms straight. Lilith? Lilith knew one, one, form of martial arts.
Kickboxing.

But something told her.. ? That was nooooot going to be useful tonight. She was in a bad mood upon entering this rat infested arena of useless male egotism. But she was slowly beginning to enjoy the ideal more and more. Granted the LAST time she fought in a fight club she got absolutely demolished. But that was years ago. Things had changed. Lilith slowly rolls her right knee a bit in her stance before shifting her weight onto the palms of her feet.

... You remind me of somebody.... It's a shame really, I kind of liked her..
.... I don't like you much at all.

Lilith scoffs out in hot air, trying to drown out the annoying sounds of the men encircling the two women. Her eyes do ever so slightly shift in the direction of Katja. For but a moment before she pulls them back ahead. No.
They were forcibly drawn back.

Lilith didn't know if it was her nerves, stress of her life or straight up hallucination. But she could have sworn she saw that damned Asian move. Yet when her gaze reasserted itself? Nothing. Her 'opponent to be' stay across the 'circle', leg arced in a striking pose as she had left it. Lilith shakes it off somewhat before hissing out through clenched teeth.
She could smell it. She could smell the air of the woman. She had no idea who this chick was, but her primal instincts and a penchant for violence and all things disturbingly sexual, warned Lilith. Loud and clear.
She is like you.

Hmph... you have a disgusting air of blood on you don't you... Usually that scent is a holiday for my sense, my urges... But you...

...

Yours just smells like 'Business'.

I hate people who dive into the realm of Violence and Sex on a whim of a paycheck... If you're going to do it, do it for the love of it sweetheart...
.. I can't stand suits.

Lilith snorts out hot air once more. She lowers her stance and slooooowly cracks her back. Bending backward, and then forward.

Ohhhhh yeeeeeeah baby!

Hell yes! Look at that shit right there!
I'm twelve years old and what is this?

Lilith twinges and twitches at the glares of the men she had been TRYING to forget. She straightens her posture back up before shaking her wrists out a bit, slowly rolling them before cracking one loudly. She re-takes her stance, her palms straightening out and lowering down. She knew, one 'martial art'. Kickboxing. But Lilith?...
Lilith knew HUNDREDS of ways to 'Dance'.

She smiles widely, the Cheshire emerges it's grin upon her face as she almost seems to bounce a little in place. Fighting. Was... ugly. Lilith didn't like to 'fight'. Battle?... Battle was pointless. Chest pounding jargon but meatheads with an addiction to injection tracks. But 'Dancing'.. ? Ohhhhh.. Lilith L-O-V-E-D to dance. Claire-Bear. Lover-Girl. It saddened her. In six years in this business she'd only ever had two proper 'Dance Partners'. She'd have to change that. She runs her tongue slowly over the surface of her lips before glaring at the woman before her.

.... Let's Dance.

[Min]

"Kiyah!!!!!"

Min charged and closed the space with a leaping, hook kick that was impressive in its height but easily blocked by the trained hands of Lilith. With no space between them, the close range blows were blocked, countered, wrists escaping the clutches only to be wrapped up again and again. Lilith's pale, hot skin was against Min's as they danced closely, small moves. She pressed her skin against Lilith's, finally grabbing both wrists, she shot her leg up at a 125 degree angle, over her own shoulder, until the ball of her foot smashed into the space above Lilith's nose. The shock gave Lilith enough strength to break the double wrist hold. Min had been in the mind to use the temporary space to 'flirt' with Lilith again, but instead was blind sided by a spinning back-fist that sent Min down to one knee.


"Kao!" [Goddamn!]

No translation was needed, Min waited for Lilith to charge in but she didn't. Perhaps she was wary of the leg sweep Min had telegraphed, or maybe she wanted to 'dance' some more. But with Min holding her cheek, she only watched Min rise slowly.

"I think I like you."

She said it to Lilith, but gave Lilith's assistant a little smile as she pulled her hand away from her bruising cheek. That was going to leave a mark. But bruises, and broken bones meant nothing when you were carrying a spent round in you brain. It was all a matter perspective, and perspective always changes. They circled around again as the dogs had been sucked in to the action and the physical rawness. The way these two fought was feminine, precise and even erotic. But Min new she had to push Lilith to another place. She had to break that thing Lilith called control. It wouldn't be too hard, just not quite yet. Min sent a foot into Lilith's chest, pushing her back for space again, and again.

"I think you like me, too."

"Go get you some!"

She would go get her some, but first she wanted Lilith to get hers.

[Lilith]

.. Ugh.. -- Katja! Do you know the first rule of an Exorcism?

... What?

What the fuck is this chick talking about?

Do not look it in the eyes. And this little lamb is clearly some kind of Demon. Can't you taste it in the air? .. I'm not sure which one of you fits that description more...

Heh..

Lilith laughs slightly under her breath before dashing forward. Closing more space between her and the Asian. She reaches forward and tries to snap her elbow at the joint before turning to use the sharp joint to crash in the side of the bitch's head. This doesn't happen, sadly. Both women scurry off to opposite sides before coming back together once more. A clash. A crash. Lilith huffs out in annoyance for a moment before finally catching one of the Asian's kicks. She hugs her arms around the long leg and grins ear to ear.

Now hold on there sweetheart...

Lilith yanks the woman forward by her leg with force. Producing her balled up right fist ahead of her body. Just barely missing the woman's head. The Asian slips out from her grasp and winds up for a roundhouse from behind Lilith. A short quip escapes her lips.

.. I thought you Asians were on a 'first date' kind of basis....

She ducks, nearly. The bitch's kick seemed to have frayed by overhead, slimming over her Blood Red hair. Lilith stays low to the ground, rushing towards her before pinning her shoulders into the woman's gut, both toppling over to the pavement below. The crowd goes wild at the sight of both women on the ground. Various hoots and cat calls, too many idiotic expletives are uttered to even mention. Lilith snaps her fist out in an attempt to pound the bitch's head into the ground.

.... ! ... Cute trick...

Lilith breathes out somewhat heavily at the next series of events. The Asian below her had caught Lilith's fist. With her wrist.
Her wrist.
The woman had snaked her fist past Lilith's, then turned her own wrist horizontally enough that the edge of her joint had acted as a shield against Lilith's straightened out wrist. Effectively stopping the momentum of her punch. Lilith's right eye twitches as the cheers and jeers of the crowd begin to get into her head. She was furious.

You know...

Lilith jams her left fist at the woman's ribs. Only to have the woman's right knee clasp up and prevent the thrust with another joint-like barrier. Lilith begins twitching more visibly before springing off of the Asian and rolling to the side. She leaps back up into the air and thrusts her heel down to the Earth. The bitch rolls away...
Exxxaaaaactly in the direction Lilith had assumed she could.

.... You're a little too lithe for my taste..

Lilith swings her left heel up high, spinning her waist as fast as she can before slamming the back of her left heel into the Asian's left collarbone. The two scatter apart after the blow. Lilith dusts off her hip shorts and sighs a bit before once more plucking at her support bra. Now somewhat damp with the sweat of her and her new-found 'Dance Partner'.

.... You need to put a little more work into the curves sweetheart. It'd make this a looohh-hoot easier of a night.

[Min]

Min stayed crouched down, her knees apart and looking up through her hair. Staying low down, circled with Lilith again. Both were breathing hard now, but that just meant they were warmed up. Katja! She had two names now to work with, that was enough. It was time to push some buttons. Min shot herself forward with the palms of her hands, looking to strike low it seemed. Her left knee slammed into the concrete and elevated her unexpectedly, her elbow striking Lilith in the sternum with a hard impact. Min stayed on the attack, trying to drive knees into ribs or hands into the throat only to be blocked by the defense. Knee to thigh, hand to fist, she could feel her hot breath. Lilith was desperate to attack, and finally did as she drove a knee into Min's upper rib cage. A knee that Min locked onto and would let fall with gravity, she sent the force up and Lilith toppled over with it. Min rode her down like a falling tree.

"Hyah!!!!"

Min's lower leg had pinned Lilith beneath her, sliding up the skin to her throat. Hands searching for some sort of lock or submission to bring it to an end. Min needed a lock to cut off the air, but she couldn't quite get it as Lilith went after her collar bone again. Checkmate! Stalemate! They were locked together, bodies moving subtly, looking for any leverage. Nothing, but neither was willing to give up just yet. Min looked down in to Lilith's face, a position of control that no doubt infuriated her. Lilith's other hand shot out for Min's neck, only to be locked up again.

"Oh, easy, easy there."

She tried to get control of the situation. Their fingers locked together, saving Min's precious wind pipe, but still she couldn't cut off the air. Instead Min slipped Lilth's locked-up, index finger into her mouth along with her own. Her sweat dripping down on Lilith's face. She swallowed it whole, slow and closed her eyes. To the side of them a man groaned with the motion.

[Lilith]

.... ! Wh.. what the hell is she doing... ?

Ohhhh yeeeeeah now THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!

Fuck yes boys! Looks like one of 'em knows how this world works!

How this world works. Cute. Such a trite ideal of any system in place to control this worthless Planet. Lilith was indeed taken back by the Asian's actions. This was definitely not what she was expecting. You don't usually go into a fight club expecting your opponent to suck on your finger.
Then again Lilith did have a dangerous obsession with the mixture of Sex & Violence in one neat nifty little package. She understands of course the reason WHY mind you. Whoever the Asian was, she wasn't stupid. Auto-erotic or not, Lilith doubted the bitch was looking forward to potential asphyxiation. Gobbling up on Lilith's pale fingers was a self-defense. Nothing more.

... Kinda sad when you think about it.

.... Hm. Cute. Is this where I say 'you sure got a pretty mouth' before asking if you're not secretly my cousin before we fuck?

Lilith brings her knee up and pushes the Asian up off of her with force. The crowd somewhat disappointed by the separation of the two. Lilith waves her fingers off a bit before running her tongue up the side of them herself. Savoring the brief taste of her Exotic Dance Partner. Hmmmm...
Interesting.

Lilith slowly finishes up her taste test before huffing out and laughing a bit under her breath. That was not the taste of fear. That was not the taste of desperation. It was a taste Lilith knew all to well. One she gave OFF, all too often. The taste left lingering on Lilith's fingers from her dear Asian friend was that of...

'Dominance'.

.... You got all kinds of jokes don't you..

Lilith lowers her head in anger. The woman did what she did because she was in a primal position of power. Straddling someone is a firm declaration of dominating them. Holding power 'above' them as they sit 'below' you. She snaps. Snap goes the twig. Lilith shoots forward in a rush, she swats away at the woman's errand limbs of punches and kicks. Straight up tackling the Asian to the ground. The two struggle. It's amazing how easy and fast things can degrade from proper kicks and strikes, roundhouses and hooks, into little more than scratching and clawing in primal rage whenever Lilith's ego took a hit. No one. NO ONE...

.. NOBODY is above, ME! NO 'Dominance' NO 'Authority' NO 'Power' is.. above.... ME!

Lilith screams out in rage each time the two women take turns rolling over with bits of elbows and fingernails being thrown at one another in a flurry of fury. Lilith didn't care about a proper 'Dance' anymore. She just wanted that final 'Climax' all shows had. They break apart once more. Lilith kicks up small bits of dust and sand left all over the place from old-as-dirt objects within the vicinity. The Asian spins and avoids them with ease...
Only to be caught in the abdomen by Lilith's right knee.
Lilith knew... one, kind of martial arts. Kickboxing. Knees. Knees are tools to victory in kickboxing. She had driven her right one as hard as she possibly could into the gut of the Asian bitch. The woman slumps slightly over Lilith's right thigh for a moment. Lilith slowly pulls her leg back as she steps away from the momentarily knelt woman.

... I'm done here.

What? That's BULLSHIT! The fight isn't over woman!

.. So we can go home now?..

Ohhhh hell no, no way are you just walking out-

Lilith had very swiftly grabbed a nearby piece of wood. You know, wood is hard and durable. It's solid. Solid things hurt. Observe.

CRACK!!!!

Lilith promptly swung the piece of wood downwards, cracking one of the men blocking her exit in the side of the neck. Insta-KO. She turns back, looking at the others. All of a sudden no one wished to stop her. Who knew. She drops the wood and slowly picks up her coat, dusting it off as she stares at the now vertical once more Asian woman across the circle of men still cheering for more more more.

.... I don't know who you are. But it's become quite clear to me over the course of this..
.. You had no intention to fight in the first place.

I can only hope whatever you're doing here is worth whatever backlash you may cause sweetheart. By the way....

Lilith leans forward with a Cheshire grin of her face as she finishes dusting her coat off, slinging it over her shoulder with precision.

.. You -DO- have a pretty mouth sweetheart.... Do try to take care of it, yes?

Lilith blows a kiss towards the woman, ignoring the reaction of the men as she does so. She motions for Katja to hurry up. The poor chibi Russian was definitely worse off than Lilith, and she wasn't the one who had fought. Lilith sighs a bit as the two make their exit from the seedy little rat-hole of a club.

... Lilith. Why is it I have the feeling the longer I stay your assistant the shorter my lifespan becomes..... ?

.. Hm.
...

.... ?

.. Woman's intuition?

... Oh that is very very unsettling...

[Min]

As soon as Lilith and Katja were out of sight, Min turned it all off. The playfulness gone from her face. The pleasure. The joy. She analyzed the fight, the words, the body and she was sure she had made an impression. She had put her foot in the door. Lilith or Katja were going to get her inside the XWA.

Lilith had done a good job of subduing the dogs, like a bucket of cold water. The crack of the wood had broken the violent spell the two had created. They parted easily as Min went to retrieve her things. Cigar, sunglasses, jacket, the cocky/fake grin were all put back into their proper places.

"Don't you come back here again, bitch."

"Why would she come back there? It had played it's role perfectly. Lilith probably saw hundreds of people a week. Famous people couldn't stand to be alone more than 10 seconds, because then they had to look at themselves. That's why they had assistants. 24 hour attention for their fragile inner selves. They used people, and forgot them. But she wouldn't forget Min any time soon. She looked at the last man who had spoken, but didn't say anything. They wouldn't forget Lilith and Min, but the details would fade away soon enough. Min stepped into her shoes and followed the path Lilith and Katja had made.

She had just enough time to clean up, before she watched the XWA tower again. Then sleep. But first she had to make a call, and did so as she stepped out onto the street.

"It's me. I need information now. Lilith. Katja... Ming tian! [Tomorrow!]"

It was a short deadline, but she didn't need everything. She didn't need another life story. She needed the essence, that was all. 24 hours was more than enough to capture the essence of any human soul. They weren't that complicated. They lived, they fucked, they loved, they died... unless you were like Min. Not many were. Not many would be.