Angry Kiss [Invite/Spoilers]

[Lilith]

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Immediately Following The Manami-Slade-Marisol-Lilith Match
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Lilith was livid.

She lost her debut match. But it wasn't so much that fact in and of itself that pissed her off... it's how -CLOSE- it was. She lasted through 'Baby' and the Wench Manami. And survived the most amount of punishment in the Goddamn match. But it came down to a momentary movement, and a tip in the scales. It just wasn't in her favor. This is not something that bodes well on Lilith's mind. She stared up from her crouched position in the corner, holding her ribs tightly. She didn't know what the hell that... Argentine-Style suplex or... slam or... backbrea- shit she didn't even know what it legitimately was. But whatever it was, when Marisol hit it, Lilith could not only feel the air being driven from her lungs, but it almost felt like part of her ribs had been shot. She managed to escape it, with help from Manami in all honesty...

But that fucking small package.

Lilith snarls under her breath as she watches the camera's flash. The lights flickering, the 'Men & Women' of service applauding and cheering as Marisol's music plays. Lilith was not a happy camper. Losing in general was an 'Anti-Lilith Mindset'. Debut match. For 'The Troops' no less. In a shit hole of a Goddamn army function. Lets' hit the checklist;

She hates The Troops.
She hates losing.
She hates Shakira in general as a musician.
She hates being upstaged by someone who's as attractive as she is.

Yeah, Lilith's pretty pissed off right now.
She bides her time. Holding her ribs whilst slowly pulling herself up with the ring ropes. She says nothing. She knows what she must do. And well, fuck it.

Lilith springs out of the corner, blindsiding the referee with a forearm shot. She doesn't even pay attention, or acknowledge, Marisol's presence. For all Lilith knew or more to the point, cared, Marisol could have somehow magically teleported to fuckin' London -- and Lilith wouldn't have noticed. She yanks the ref up ASAP amidst the enclave of boos that flows into the ring and her ears. She snaps her waist, turns sharply with her arms wrapped around the poor bastards neck, and drops with as much force as she can muster in her weakened state. Nailing a Kiss of Death on the untrained combatant. The pain of hitting the canvas makes her roll away, and the common sense of wanting to leave, keeps the momentum going. Lilith rolls out of the ring entirely. Her back facing the ring and the majority of the crowd as she walks up the ramp methodically. Fuck the troops.

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Following The End Of The Show
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Lilith had changed out of her attire after seeing the last of the Diamonds' matches. She had learned earlier tonight the mistake of only scouting some of the talent. She would not make it again. She was however horrified at the outcome of the match Amber was in. She was simply dumbstruck. She stands 'backstage' -- not that there was a hell of a lot of a backstage area in this fuckin' pit. Her heeled boots definitely stand out admist the sand and grit of the environment. Her lace embroidered denim clad jeans, a dark hue of Black. She was smart enough to not risk wearing a blouse in this kind of weather. A dark Black and blood Red hued long-sleeved shirt wraps itself around her upper body. Her hair becoming a mess because of the damn wind. She untwists the top of her bottled water before slowly taking a sip with a large sigh.

... I can't believe I'm forced to be in this Hell hole.... my country wasn't the one that decided to invade for 'Freedom'...

Lilith mumbles under her breath. Lot of good complaining would do now mind you, but you know... Lilith is Lilith. She had felt good about dropping the ref earlier with a Kiss of Death though. Good times. Brought back good memories. Nice violent sadistically ego-centric memories. Good stuff. She takes another long gulp of her water before coughing a bit from some of the dust in the wind seeping into the 'backstage area' while she clears her throat. Really... Amber? The first gone? Jesus Christ. Lilith shakes her head slowly while thinking to herself. She wants revenge, so this bodes well for her, in that aspect, anyway. But she also wishes to torment and torture Amber beyond reproachable repair...

.....

How was she supposed to do that if Amber's draw as 'Americas Most Wanted' was slipping? [In Lilith's mind, Dominance & Power, Victory & Clandestine Beauty = Attractive] It was only one match, true. It wasn't the start of the season, true. But honestly... Lilith was an impatient woman. If she didn't find signs of the -Innocence- she so richly craved from Gianni.. she was concerned her interest in Amber beyond that of pure vengeance might wain. And really..

Who wants to see the two women just 'FIGHT'?

... Seriously.. you aren't making this very easy on me Amber...

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Tha Infamous One was not a happy camper.

Not. One. Bit. Things had gone fuckin' horribly. He had lost his match. Not only did he lose the match, but he lost it to that Goddamn John Smith who had nothing to do with his personal problems. No. He had thought he was going to come here tonight and kick the shit out of Kenji Katana's punk ass. No. He had to go out and get another involved. John Smith had nothing to do with the situation. Nothing. The damn hypocrite. He preaches all the skill in the world and Mr. Smith is the first one to grab a chair. What's he go and do? He goes ahead and makes fuckin' challenges and what he thought was going to be a one on one match had turned into another multi-man match. He fuckin' hated multi-man matches. You can never keep an eye on everyone and people like to double team up on you to make things easier. Eliminate the big fish first. How the Hell do you prepare for a match you only just learn about when you arrive? He got here and things were already on their way. Kenji was busy making a scene with Mr. Smith and he couldn't just stand back and not get involved. Sure. He accepted the triple threat challenge, but what was he supposed to do? Not accept it? Get called out on it because he hadn't prepared for two opponents? You know people don't fuckin' think about the fact that he wasn't expecting this shit. And now here he was, taking another L to the history books. Just great. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his wrestling attire. He was walking down the backstage, his black and white face paint smeared from fight.

And to make matters worse, that little voice in his ear was bugging him over the results of tonight's show. Gah... That bastard was annoying...

Murda: "How could you let that shit go down like that? I mean... Shit... This fucker probably planned this shit. He knew he couldn't beat you by himself."

"Oh? You think?"

Murda: "Hey. Don't get mad at me. I'm just sayin'. Shit was bad tonight. I'm just hoping this shit won't be a common thing again."

"It won't. There's just another piece to add to the equation now."

Murda: "Better not. Things have not been going well for ya. I'm afraid I might have to run to the store and pick up a bottle of blonde hair dye. That boy Knox knew how to get shit done."

"And what about you?"

Murda: "Oh, the things I can do are not even legal. You really want me to go out there? 'Cause I promise you, it won't be pretty. And you might wake up behind bars. But hey, who am I to talk? I'm not the one who's out here in the open talking to himself."

"Shit."

How could he be so stupid? He wasn't in the comfort of his locker room. He had been sitting here and entertaining his dark shadow with this little conversation. Right here. In the open. With any from the roster could have seen him. He didn't even have a damn Blue Tooth in his ear to play it off like he was on the phone with someone. He was going to have to remember to control his anger. It seems to lead him to do some rather dumb things. And this was about the time he noticed that Lilith was also around in the backstage area. This gave his dark shadow a devious little grin on his face. While he had his eyes on Lilith, he didn't see what was happening behind him...

"Damnit... I hope no one heard m-Ahhh!"

He felt his body lunge forward toward the direction where Lilith had been standing. 187 had to quickly stop himself from running into her. Which he had actually come close to doing, but he was quick on his feet to make sure he didn't. That asshole dark shadow of his had stepped behind him and pushed him forward. Sort of forcing him to go and make his presence known to Lilith. That jackass. Now, he was here, not really sure what to say to explain what he was doing. He made a quick look over his shoulder to see his dark shadow standing there with that fuckin' grin on his face. His dark shadow lifted his hands up to his mouth and shouted out...

Murda: "You can do it! Get 'er Adrian! I'll be right here watching!"

He turned his head back to look back at Lilith. Gah. What to fucking say? What to fucking say? Think. Say hi. Move those lips. Play off being pushed as if you were in a rush and noticed her. Stopped you right in your fucking tracks. Say something. Don't freeze up. Come the fuck on. And that's when what came out of his mouth sounded a little something like this...

"...Eh... Heh... Heh... There you are. Almost thought I missed you here. Heh... Heh..."

Oh yeah. That really sounded like Tha Infamous One known for his foul mouth and violent tendencies. No. That totally sounded like the guy that everyone knew and loved. And hated.

[Lilith]

Hm... ah.. Sev-..

... Ah.

Lilith's thoughts are trapped for a moment. She was not the only one who had a bad showing as it were. She was always more focused on the 'Divas' the Women of any organization she was within. The Diamond matches were no different, she knew who had won, how, and why as it were. Luck was playing a factor in at least two of those matches in her opinion. But it didn't matter, she lost.
So did Seven.

And... badly.

Lilith usually only ever cared about the girls, potential targets, victims who didn't know it yet. But Seven was one of the few, few, very few, friends.. well, as much of a friend as Lilith was capable of having, that was around. She had indeed seen his match with the annoying Katana... and 'Agent Smith' as Katja had so 'lovingly' referred to him. Seven had showed some signs of... well, that's beside the point. He lost. And got driven through a chair as a result of it. Lilith crosses her arms across her chest in an almost empathetic manor.. as she stares at Seven.

... Well, they say they're no rest for the wicked don't they Seven?... I suppose we proved that today..
Then again... I didn't get put through a chair..

.. You feeling alright? That could not have possibly been a 'easy' way to return too the ring...

Lilith stifles her words. Really? Even she knows trying to comfort someone after something like that is pointless. Especially if it's someone like Seven. She shrugs her shoulders for a moment with a heavy sigh escaping her lips.

People like Smith are all the same. You have someone who believes because of his or her power they're better than-...
.....

Lilith stops for a moment and begins twitching. Did anyone else, catch that?

.... M- My point is... he's nothing full of overinflated hot air. He goes on and on about the moral fabric of the World today and this and that... the majority of the reason why the World's 'Youth' are so far off of what people in power would consider 'Track' -- Is because of those very people. It's been a while since I was in school, but I remember dealing with idiotic and over pompous teachers believing because of their knowledge in this or that, because of the 'in-depth analysis' of politics and various forms of other media --

That they were Gods among Insects.
Now it's one thing for -ME- to have a God complex. I've EARNED that, it's in my genetic heritage. I've lived it and suffered it, endured it and embraced it. But for some... some suit wearing uptight 'Big Brother' style enforcer with a chip on his shoulder the size of the Goddamn Continent to have one...

... It pisses -me- off.

I don't know much about Smith, aside from the fact that his mouth is the size of his chest. But I noticed how fast the 'Man of Integrity' snatched a chair up and began unloading onto people he deemed 'Street Trash'. I may not like Katana... but I can suffer fools of his kind. But Smith..
Smith is a fool suffering under the delusion that HIS existence is permitted in -MY- World.
I hope you find a way to rectify this, Seven.

Much better. Pep talk ala Lilith. She unfolds her arms, taking a large gulp of her water before outstretching her arm, she offers the bottle to Seven while staring at the monitor in front of her gaze with persistence.

.... You really should get some medical attention though.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Murda: "Aw. That's kind of cute. She cares that you got hurt. She's right, you know... You do need some medical attention. Or some psychological attention. I mean... Geez... You did let that fuckin' yuppie get one up on ya. I should know. I was watching."

...His dark shadow said, popping up right beside Lilith now. She couldn't hear him. She couldn't see him. It was all inside 187's mind, but he found it damn hard to ignore his mirror image when he was standing right there. Making his remarks about tonight's loss. Knowing full well that this match was more than just a match to him. This was a night where he was supposed to cripple Katana. He was supposed to destroy that little bastard and Mr. Smith fucking stole that away from him. 187 accepted the bottle of water that Lilith had offered him and took a quick drink from it. Then he passed it back to her...

"Thanks."

Seems like she was watching his match too. That was nice to know. He was kind of pissed off about the whole end of the match. He had ultimately become his own undoing. He let his rage get the better of him. The very thing that Lilith had warned him not to do. Did he listen? For the most part. Until he decided that enough was enough and he needed to wrap some steel across someone's skull. That was the very chair that ended up ending it for him. Thanks to fucking Mr. Smith.

"I'll be fine, though. I've been through much worse in this profession and outside. Things just got rough out there, but I did my thing the best I could before that bastard ended up catching me off guard. I'm just a little miffed by Mr. Smith's existence and his involvement in general. He had no right to be sticking his nose in my personal business, but I suppose that was Katana's doing. He just couldn't shut his big mouth."

Murda: "Miffed? That it? Did you forget that he stole your vegeance? STOLE IT. Drilled you through a fuckin' chair and stole it."

"He'll get his. I'll see to it that he gets his. He wants to be all preachy about how great he is and the first thing he does is scramble under the ring to grab a chair when I start laying my knuckles into his face. Guess he saw that he was going up against someone who's a little more dangerous than the typical 'urban youth' that he's used to dealing with. Got scared. Saw the face of Death staring at him."

He pointed to the barely visible skull painted that had been smeared on his face. He managed to crack a smirk through his own anger and hatred. Then he just shrugged and said...

"I was my own undoing I suppose. He'll get his, though."

Murda: "He better get his. If you don't do it, I will. You better not pass out on me either. Natasha Richardson died from an unchecked bump on the head. That'd be kind of ironic, though. Wouldn't it? Ha! 187 pronounced dead... again."

His eye shifted to Lilith's left again. Then he quickly focused back on the actual human being in front of him. He needs to quit paying his dark shadow any attention. But seriously? What the Hell was that comment about? 187 kept his focus on Lilith and just nodded his head. Drawing a breath and exhaling a sigh. He pointed his finger at Lilith and continued...

"I managed to catch your match while I was getting ready. You still got it. Not that there was any doubt in my mind that you could have possibly lost it, but... You know what I mean. You did some damage out there despite the unfortunate outcome and the sneakiness that one stoops to in order to pick up a victory."

[Lilith]

Hm... it's good to know someone still thought I had it. In all honesty, I was quite... concerned. I had a run in with Jonas back in New York in the Plaza... I was -not- on the enjoyable end of having her thighs around my head. I still don't quite know that that move was... but it shook me, in all honesty...

... And now with Marisol dropping me like a pile of trash with that... thing.. it doesn't really help much. I was close, but that's what annoys me the most. I haven't lost 'it'. Not all of it anyway.. but I still lost. Plus she isn't fat or ugly. It would realllllllly have helped if I could have bitched about someone looking so bad I lost concentration. But... well.. God hates me.

Lilith runs her fingers about the edges of her hair, slowly tossing it about for a moment before taking a deep breath... and a deeper sigh. She sits down in one of the old and worn down folding chairs laying around in the 'backstage area' the Fort had provided. Lax accommodations were annoying, but seriously... she was just too aggravated to really care. She crosses one leg over another before leaning back in the chair slowly, running her fingers across her lips tediously before her gaze snaps back towards Seven.

Seven... is there a particular reason you keep staring at me?
.. I mean... I've known you a long time, and I don't quite recall you ever showing-.... ah.

Lilith purses her lips together, she taps her chin softly while thinking. Come to think of it... there -was- a particular situation or two where this kind of environment had indeed presented itself. She smirks a bit under her breath before slowly uncrossing her legs. She carefully pushes herself up from the chair before kicking it back, knocking it over in the process. She walks over towards Seven slowly, her hips swaying in an more than intentional fashion. She almost seems to purr out with her infamous Cheshire grin plastered across her face. She hums out in satisfaction before giggling under her breath.

You know... I had believed that due to a certain -someone- you were into more... ethnically diverse women, Seven. A Romanian known for her moonlit skin isn't exactly what I'd quantify as a 'home girl'... then again, I never really knew much about that sort of thing. Just how to make fun of it in order to seep under peoples' skin.

She chuckles under her breath again for a moment, tilting her head back as she stands not but a foot away from Seven. This was a unique revelation. She'd never really seen Seven as someone she could toy with, teasing people is fun but it's usually reserved for people she hated. This could be a new found form of bonding. Tease and toy with someone you like in as 'positive' of a way as possible. She still had the main targets in sight though. And Seven was a man. The question was...
Was he 'just another' man. Or you know... a good one.

... In all seriousness, Seven....

Lilith leans in, closing her eyes momentarily as errant strands of her hair fall from her shoulder and pass it. She snaps her eyes open and directs the glare upward into Seven's gaze. Mere inches from him.

... There's something in your eyes that I recognize.... and it concerns me...

Another whispered hush, she leans in even closer. As close as humanly possible without her body touching his. Her hair however sweeps down across and seems to linger as she breathes shortly, before a mumble.

.. Do you know who you are... Seven?

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Murda: "Do it, Adrian. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do I need to remind you how to do it?"

...His dark shadow had urged him. If need be, he would gladly step into Adrian's shoes and push that woman up against the closest wall to ravage her body. He was that kind of dude. He saw something. He took it. No questions asked. And Lilith looked like the kind of woman who wouldn't mind being the one taken advantage of for once. What was he waiting for? Does he need to remind Adrian of their little talk the other day? Just do it, Adrian. She cares for you. She cares about you. Play around all she might, but who else on this planet would be willing to get the know the REAL you? Just fuckin' do it.

"Know who I am...?"

...He repeated. Who was he? Did he know? His vision shifted again to his dark shadow. Was that who he was? Was he just another broken fragment of this body's mind? Was his dark shadow who he truly was? Was Mickey Knox the true identity of Adrian Taylor? Honestly, this left him confused. Was she being for real? His dark shadow had a point... His son... Kenisha... They would be better off without him. They wouldn't be in any danger. He didn't even know where they were. That was probably for the best. He hasn't even been in this city for longer than a month and he already was mixed up in such turmoil... What to do...? What to do...?

Murda: "Oh, for fuck's sake. Adrian... There's no harm in doing it. Just plant one on her. Show her the beast you are. If we end up going back to that apartment in New York alone... And you end up crawling into that bed... Cold and alone again... I'm going to seriously start questioning your sexuality. I'm going to have to give you a swift kick in the skull myself."

His sight shifted back to Lilith. His eyes drawn to her lips. She was so close... He could feel her breathing... God hates Lilith. God also hates 187. It felt so wrong, but at the same time... It felt so right. She was 'family.' She was close. One of the few remaining friends he had in this world. Atleast one of the few remaining friends he in this world where he knew their whereabouts. Lilith was probably one of the closest people who could understand him. Better than the 'king.' Better than the 'standard.' Better than the 'star' who made pornographic films. Better than all of them. They were 'family,' but they didn't know him. They knew a portion of him. They knew the fraction of Adrian Taylor that cracked smirks, slung insults, ranted on the radio, and cracked skulls. They didn't know the pain, the suffering, the depression, the psychosis, the problems... He did damn good to hide those parts of him from everyone. But Lilith was one who didn't hide who she was. What to do? What to do? Does he act on his instincts? Was this a trick? If he went through with it, would that be the wrong thing to do? If he didn't do it, would she commend him? The confusion...

"Well... Lil'...."

...His eye drawn back to the eyes of Lilith. Staring her directly in the eyes. His dark shadow keeping a close eye on his more physical form. What kind of buzz do you think it would create if he did act on what his inner voices told him? He just answered her question, with another question... Cracking that ever so familiar smirk across his face again.

"Who do you think I am...?"

[Justice Asuka]

BANG!!!!

Two heavy, weighted doors slammed shut behind Justice, making her wince at the verocity of it. She looked behind her slightly stunned before turning to face the 'backstage'. She turns around again one more time, because she wasn't even looking for the 'backstage'.

She had managed to find a women's room to change in. Her gear stuffed in her duffel bag, she wore blue jeans and a two layers of pinky shirts underneath a sports trench to fight off the American cold. Her eyes landed on the first human being they say; Lilith standing close to a man that she was pretty sure she did not want to meet. Thinking quick on her feet, she turned around without hesitation and cranked on the double doors hard only to find them locked.

"Kuso!"

She tried again, making even more noise before she swallowed a frustrated noise and exhaled, putting a hand to her temple. This was not her day, and she was beginning to hate the actual owner of it.

[Lilith]

I think you'r--..

.... Hm?

Lilith's attention, and sultry grin of dominance fused with intrigue, is stolen quite quickly...

.. Oh - ho...

She turns her head slightly, her gaze focusing on the small Little Red Asuka Chan trying her best-est to free herself from the situation. How cute. She snaps her gaze back to Seven for a moment before it dances in her skull and finds its' way back towards Asuka. She'd seen her match, it was not a surprise to Lilith that Asuka did not win. First time in a Western styled Wrestling match, things flowed differently here than in Japan. She felt sorry for Asuka, she reallllly did. - n't. But she was, so damned cute in losing. Lilith could barely contain her excitement as she slowly begins to pull herself away from Seven, and draw closer and closer. Inch by inch her body flows across the ground step by step as she encroaches upon the dainty little Foreigner.

Ara ara... what do we have here.... hello Little Red Asuka Chan....

Lilith reaches ahead as she closes in at a speed belittling the methodical pace of her steps. Her right palm extends, it places itself firmly against the metallic frame currently encompassing.. trapping, if you will, Asuka in the situation. She grins widely as her head raises slightly in victory but her eyes slink down in her gaze, glaring with glee and victory at the foreboding Asuka.

... It's not fair is it, A-s-u-k-a -- Chan...

She slips her body against the door quickly. Her eyes meeting for but a moment with Asuka's. She grins wide, the Cheshire appetite showing in full motion on her moonlit face. Her eyes slinking and narrowing in on the poor girl as if she were Bubble Gum flavored Sushi. With, really springy skin.

... Someone else took your 'virginity'.... I'm sorry. I had no control over who Blackheart put in the matches... it didn't look very accommodating out there...

She leans in fast. Her head popping forward as her shoulders almost seem to slink back. The corner of her eye twitches, the peripheral version glares and traces the form of Seven mere feet away. Her entire mindset had been switched. The teasy sadistic mode that Seven had inspired had been manipulated and mutated by the voracious and explicitly dangerous mindset that Asuka's appearance had dictated...
... She was in jeans. Form fitting tight skin hugging jeans.... kawaii....

... I would have been much much more.... -gentle- with you.

[Justice Asuka]

Justice had never met a man, woman or dog like Lilith in her relatively short life. She too looked over at the man, hoping maybe he'd play diversion so she could 'escape'. Lilith inspired a certain, core level revulsion in her that reminded her of downed power lines back home. They were dangerous and they didn't care if you were a virgin, or not... the status of which was nobodies business anyways. It made her uncomfortable, and she made no effort at hiding it, backing away from the door.

"What do you want, Lilith?"

She didn't understand Lilith's innuendo. She didn't understand half of the rambling words that spilled from her lips in jagged succession. But she did understand tone, and she understood eyes. But she still didn't know what it all meant. It made no sense or connection in her life experience. She was not an insane, ex-gangster. She was not a large breasted blond viking. She was not a man with a death wish... therefore Lilith did not compute. But she knew she didn't like her, at all. She looked away.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Murda: "Oh, come on! If I had some fucking popcorn right now... Ugh... I would so pelt you with it right now. Where the fuck is Shyamalan? I want my money back for this shit. Damnit."

...His dark shadow stepped forward towards him and grabbed 187 on the shoulders. Sort of making him stumble a bit. He looked Adrian right in his eye. He was going to have to really put this in perspective for him because this was complete and utter bullshit. He knew that Lilith was a playful one who liked to toy with people, but what the Hell? This was Adrian Taylor... Tha Infamous 187... Fuckin' 'family.' His dark shadow began to snap his fingers in 187's face in order to get his attention. Once he was staring back into his mirror image, it was time for his dark shadow to bring himself back to reality.

Murda: "Okay. Look over there, Adrian. Look at me. Now back over there. Now back at me. Sadly, that little asian girl ain't you. But if you stopped being a fuckin' coward and started manning up, you could be in that little asian girl's position right now..."

He was following his dark shadow's instructions that sounded way too familiar. Though, he was probably looking a bit peculiar right now since all that could be seen was him looking there and back again with no one in front of him. But his dark shadow was not done yet...

Murda: "Look down. Back up. Where are you? Still standing here. You're backstage at Tribute to the Troops without the woman you were looking to connect with. What's in your hand? Back at me. That's not a handful of beautiful porcelain ass. Look again. The emptiness is now loneliness and despair. Anything is not possible when you don't fuckin' go for it. ...I'm not on a horse."

"But what the Hell am I supposed to do...? I'm not exactly Don Juan."

His dark shadow reached his hand back and gave himself a slap across the face. What kind of thinking was that? Again, just the sight of his face looked swiftly to one side again toward Lilith and Justice like he'd been slapped but there was no one there but 187. Then his dark shadow proceed to push and shove 187 over to where Lilith was.

Murda: "Now get your ass over there and do something before it's too late."

Once he was now with Justice and Lilith and regaining his composure from being forced to walk over here. His mind... went blank again. Gah. What the Hell does he say? It was bad enough that he had all this built up sexual tension and that he was literally seconds away from planting a kiss on Lilith a moment ago. What to do? What to do? Gah... He was never an expert on the female sex or how their minds worked. He didn't even know what to say after what had just happened. What the Hell do you do when you were so close to having a special moment that it is just ripped from your clutches because someone else walked into the room? What does he say...? Don't just stand there like you have no tongue. Say something. Something. And what came out sounded a little something like this...

"Uhhh... Wait a minute... What...?"

Murda: "Just repeat after me... 'Hey. Bring her along for the ride. I won't bite... hard.' Or something along the lines of your girlfriend can have a girlfriend."

He kept his gaze from looking over at his dark shadow after that comment. Gah... If he could just punch the guy right in the face right now... He would. Then again, he would be punching himself in the face, so it's a lose-lose situation. He just stood there looking at the two, with a little bit of a confused look on his face.

[Lilith]

Oh sweetheart you don't even want to fathom the things -I- want...

Lilith mumbles under her breath with a gleeful expression of victory. Like a Shark encircling a small innocent Flounder. She creeps her way across the space between her and Asuka with priority. Her attention is snapped back into the front of reality by Seven's almost incoherent babbling. She blinks for a moment before smiling wide.

That's right... you two have never met yes? Seven, this is Asuka... she's new to the realm of Westernized 'Professional Wrestling'.. Little red Asuka Chan, this is Seven. He's a old friend, and far nicer of a person than he looks.
... Unless you get him on the radio.

Lilith chuckles under her breath while waving her hand up and down in a teasing motion at Seven. She slowly runs her tongue around the edge of her lightly painted lips while her steps creep inch by inch closer unto Asuka. She was so very cute. The fear, the repulsion, the glint of hatred all of it marred by confusion and absolute impending doom. She could see it all on the little one before her. Oh how it excited her. Primal instincts were good things. Like, sure they could get you in trouble or killed or etc etc. But there were times when they just fit. Asuka was a trigger for Lilith. You know how fatties can't look at ice cream without drooling? Or how compulsive gamblers trying to stop their addiction end up humping everything in any given room? Lilith had a dire innate primal compulsion, to 'Corruption'. Asuka was -Innocent-. And not just in the same fashion Amber was. Asuka was -Innocent- alllllllll over. From the top of her long silky hair down her springy tight laced skin and her luscious thighs. Oh the yummy factor.

Lilith had to Corrupt her.

Ney... Asuka, can I ask you something... ?

She slips down past Asuka's right hand side. Narrowing her body directly into the gap between Seven and the awestruck young thing she had her sights set on. She had Snaked her body up behind Asuka at a moments notice. Her eyes taking in a liberal feast of enlightenment as she does so. She breathes out harshly against the air surrounding Asuka's neck from behind before taking a gleeful hop back, more than likely avoiding a fist in her honest opinion before she blows a tauntingly disturbed kiss at the poor girl. Her fingers open and separate like a blowing flower before she runs her tongue up the length of one or two, her gaze directing itself through the openings as she stares in ecstasy at Asuka.

... Your match.... was it as good for you, as it was for me?
-- Cause I watching just as much as 'doing'.

A devious giggles escapes her lips before her head snaps around, her body following in toe as she stares at Seven, in his obvious confusion stationed next to her. She waves her hand up and down again, attempting to reassure the man. Obviously she did not -BLAME- Seven for being a little bit lost at the moment. The entire sexual tension just got cleaved in half by a Bubble Gum Wielding knife as far as he was concerned, least from her assumption. She was quite enjoying this however. Something about the confused Seven triggered a primal urge to continue the torture as well. She purrs out while her hands clasp themselves behind her back, she leans over at her waist a bit while her head turns up, staring up at the dumbstruck Seven. She then spins her body and glance around. Fixating at the dumbstruck Asuka. Ahhhhh this was better than sex.
Well, wait now...
Not better than sex with -Lilith-. She has a pride and ego to retain there, let's make that clear. But in the general sense of things. Lilith probably enjoyed the -hunt- just as much as the -kill-. It was fun watching someone squirm. Someone vice themselves under their own morals and dictate what they should or should not do. Sure, Asuka despised Lilith. And that, that was one of the biggest turn ons of all. If Lilith couldn't take your 'Love', or your 'Passion'...

She'd take your 'Fury'.
Er... pun not intended right there.

She leans over slightly, her gaze still fixated on Asuka and her nervous body language. Ahhhhhh.... she was like a Japanese Porcelain Doll. Not because of her skin tone, but because she was fragile. Delicate. Hmmmm... Lilith giggles out again whilst licking her lips. Her head nods to the side as she leans over more, whispering softly in Seven's direction. Her hands still clasped tight behind her back as she enjoys the viewing gallery of both Asuka and Seven being lost in their own thoughts, and more than likely trying to fight their way through the disturbing ones Lilith had placed in their minds.

... Do you not see it, Seven?.... What I told you, about your eyes...
The way I look at Asuka. The way I look at -Prey-....

Lilith's eyes and head snap up. Her gaze penetrating that of Sevens'. She cracks a devious smile from one side of her mouth, her teeth somewhat gleaming through her beautiful lips as she huffs out a soft breath of hot air in a teasingly self-destructive to a sex addict fashion.

... It's how you look at me... and specific, parts... of me.

.. We're a lot alike, Seven.

Her face changes instantly, from the devious smile to a full blown over the top 'happy happy' one. She turns her attention back to Asuka, still motioning away from the general area Lilith had encircled off as her 'own'. She tosses her hair about once or twice before letting out a content sigh.

You know what Asuka... I think we should get to 'know' each other better...

[Justice Asuka]

Awkward was giving way to trapped as Justice was in uncharted territory. A woman? She had received this kind of attention from men before, but a woman? She had nothing prepared for this scenario and after fighting hard, and losing harder? She just wanted to get to the airport, drink a beer and fall asleep. She was getting irritated, and didn't like the addition of her mumbling 'friend'.

"I already know you, Lilith."

Justice tried to stand up a little straighter, and adjusted the strap of her gear bag which was only adding to the strain of the moment.

"You're a bully. You pick on people smaller than you because it makes you feel big."

Bullying was epidemic in Japan, and Justice had had her fill of it when she was younger and smaller. Her "foreign" features and awkwardly proportioned body made her an easy target. But then she got tall, and soon after that joined her father on the road. Then the muscles followed. She could have turned into a bully herself. She could have.

"I do not like you Lilith. I don't want to be your friend."

She said the exact opposite of what she usually said to the young men she wasn't interested in. 'I like you. I want to be four friend.' It seemed to connect somewhere. She looked at the man again and gave a short nod of her head.

"Goodbye."

Justice turned to walk away."

[Lilith]

Seven isn't that's adorable~

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Permission Granted
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.. She thought I was 'asking'.

Lilith lunges forward, breaking her position of being next to Seven. She grabs the small Asuka by her shoulders and spins her around in haste. Lilith's right arm soars to the air, her elbow spins around clockwise, raising her pointed joint like a dagger before plunging it down against Little Red's left collarbone. All in a matter of seconds. Before Asuka can even react, before she can flee, before Seven can even respond to the scene before him. Lilith pins her left forearm against the right side of Asuka's neck. Holding her elbow pointed against Justices' collarbone, and her forearm now stuck slickly against the poor girls neck. Her face closes in, mere centimeters from Asukas'. She giggles happily before blowing out hot air against the smooth untainted skin of Asuka's face and neck. Her voice almost cracks in excitement as she whispers softly.

... You see, how easy it is for me to obtain the things that I want?..... You think Fury protected you in the Gym back in New York?.. You think there's anything stopping me from...

Lilith restraints the now struggling Asuka. Her moonlit elbow and forearm, still pinning the girls' body down with limiting it's motion. She teasingly runs her tongue upwards, but not against Asuka's skin. A mere three inches from it, a clear indication of how 'easy it would be' - Before biting out at the air she'd just so sensitively caressed with her tongue, and releasing her grip on the young girl. She pushes Asuka back and raises her own arms up. She holds them outstretched in a completely 'helpless' manor before blowing another kiss in the girls' direction. With her Cheshire grin and a sadistic giggle, she finishes her statement.

-- Taking all of your 'hatred' at any given time?

.... You're new in this line of work, Little Red. You don't fully understand, -who- I am. I'm Lilith, Creighton. There are 'Princesses' and 'Queens'. Women in the industry who label themselves, because it feeds their ego. 'Alphas' and 'Omegas'. So called 'Naturals' and those who revel in being so called 'Trash Talkers'. Tch.... I am not a 'Princess'. I am not your 'Queen'. Just because people have called me an 'Alpha Female' doesn't mean I respect the useless trite words. I am not your 'Be All End All Omega'. And I could care less if people think of me as a 'Natural' or nothing more than a 'Bitch With A Big Mouth'. No... no Asuka...

Lilith begins walking towards Asuka once more. Her arms still outstretched. She throws her head back with laughter before forcing her gaze upon the 'defenseless' and 'helpless' girl. She leans down, bending at the hips slightly to shadow over the fallen Asuka. A gleeful chortle of victory and sadistic excitement of Earthly bound pleasures can be hard in her soft yet very much disturbing whisper.

... I am The One & ONLY... Lilith Creighton.... do you know what that means, A-s-u-ka Chan... ?
.....

Her arms find their ways back to her hips, planting themselves firmly on them in all but assured victory. She bends down further, her hair falling from it's place behind her earlobes and dangling down against the very confused and yet disgusted face of Asuka. Ahhhh... that look. That gaze of hatred. The cold stare of pure and utter resentment. Oh yes.... oh yes. She licks her lips in glee before letting out another huff of hot air against Asuka's face.

... It means I am your fucking -God-.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Murda: "Now... That's what I'm fuckin' talking about."

...said his dark shadow at the sight he just witnessed. Yeah. That was the one thing that attracted his dark shadow to Lilith. Whether or not she had her own dark shadow, it did not matter. This was the kind of thing he was waiting for. This was Lilith when she knew what she wanted and how to take it. If only Adrian had the same kind of assertiveness in his own life, this is the kind of shit he could be capable of. Remember what happened to one Hussein Fatal? A name from days past in the old New York who felt the wrath of the homicidal maniac. Tossed that bastard into a limousine and rammed the fuck out of it with another vehicle. He was... almost... never heard from again. He could have finished the job, but... You know. The law and shit. Good times, good times. He slapped his hand on Adrian's back and pointed at the display before him...

Murda: "That's how it's done."

He looked over at his dark shadow. Yeah. This was Lilith. This was how she was and he wouldn't want her to be any other way. This was how people like them operated. They did what they want, when they want, and how they want. He didn't quite blame Lilith for her actions. This was a tough business. You have to learn the hard way that there are just some people in this business you don't talk to like that. Lilith was one of them. Hell, he was one of them too.

Murda: "I can no longer stand by and let you fuck this situation up. Get on the bench. I'm going in."

"Wait... What...?"

His dark shadow walked right into him and... Poof... Adrian Taylor out... His more sinister and evil mirror image in. And it fuckin' felt great to be back in the physical form. He should have did this earlier. Maybe he wouldn't have taking a loss in his match tonight. Fuck it. He'll deal with those bastards later. Right now? He set his sights on the vicious porcelain Goddess in all her glory.

------ With Infamous Permission ------

He stepped over the little Justice Asuka where she lay on the floor. Adding insult to injury. Just like the fucking trash you throw out or the peons who deserved to be crushed beneath his boot heel. He walked straight toward Lilith with that twisted little grin stretching across his face. The hunt. He reached forward and pushed some of that soft, red hair out of Lilith's face and behind her ear. The prey. His pale, blue, ice cold staring looking Lilith right in her eyes with the desire to conquer her. And you know what... That's exactly what he planned on doing. In a tone much unlike the one Adrian normally speaks with, in a much... more evil... tone... The dark shadow said to Lilith...

"And I know who I am... I'm your fuckin' God"

With his hand still in her hair, his grip tightened. Not pulling her hair in a malicious way. Just taking a nice, firm hold on her hair. Letting her know that he was in control. No more mumbling, stumbling, and fumbling Adrian. No. This was a man who knew what he wanted and he knew Lilith liked it rough. He leaned forward before she could utter another word and planted a deep and passionate kiss on the lips of The One and Only Lilith Creighton. Claiming his ownership in this little triangle. To add to this, he did a little 'breaking and entering' in his kiss. His tongue pushing through his mouth and pass her lips. Exploring her mouth with his tongue for a brief moment. Getting more into the kiss. And then... He broke it. Pulling back. Don't give it all up at once. Leave a little something to the imagination. He look back at Lilith with that grin still stretched across his face. Waiting for her reaction to someone with the same kind of appetite as her.

[Lilith]

Mmmnmf!

Lilith's mind went blank. What just happened here? Can we recap.

Toying with Asuka after teasing Seven. Did she go to far? Did he finally snap beyond the normal measures of a hot-blooded male? She was awestruck. Seven just kissed her. Seven. 187. Adrian. She'd known him for years. There were times of hints of this or that, but he didn't bother to stop and see if it was alright. He just... -did-. The two were far more in common than Lilith had originally thought. She simply blinks, once, twice, thrice. And thrice again to make it four times. She was just, totally...

Wait.

Lilith was in disarray, this was true. She was confused. More than likely the same level of confusion Asuka had felt not moments earlier. But there was a couple different -reasons- why Lilith was confused. She slowly pulls her hair back with both her hands. A long drawn out breath escapes her lungs. In all reality, if ANY other male had just done what Seven did without Lilith's consent. She'd of killed him. Like, literally. Choppy choppy. Garbage disposal is a prime real estate in New York. She's pretty sure she could throw a dime in any given ten mile radial direction and find someone named 'Tony'. She was stopped in her tracks. A male forced himself upon her. But it was Seven. But, it was a male. And he did it without Lilith's wanting. Right?.. She couldn't be sure of that. She had just spent a good amount of time teasing Seven and enjoyed it thoroughly. Usually if it's someone she utmost despises she doesn't waste the time to mess with their mind and or hormones. She was conflicted for a number of reasons. Slowly she runs her fingertips of her lips with force. Not as to 'wipe it off' but as to understand the validity of it -actually- having just happened. She stares up at Seven for a moment, mumbling half heartily.

.... Adrian... ?..
......... No-

Lilith stops her mouth. Her thoughts coincide with her body language. Something was off. She could not place her fingers on it exactly. But something about the entire situation, seemed off. She wasn't sure what. Well, aside from obviously not being used to this new found side of the fence where she had not made the first domineering move. But something... something happened. She felt... she didn't know what she felt. She wasn't angry. Well okay, she was a LITTLE angry granted. The entire thing had distracted her from-....

... Shit -- !

Lilith had spent so much time focusing on what in the blue hell Seven just did, that the entire process of aligning herself unto Asuka's 'Hatred Core' had been upset and thrown out of whack. She spins around from Seven, her eyes darting back and forth frantically. Trying to locate Little Red. The fact that she was still absent minded didn't help the situation mind you, she was sure if she could focus and calm down she'd be able to see the little one. Seven wasn't a half bad kisser.. Lilith curses herself under her breath before the faintest sound finally snaps in her ears. She spins around once more with haste.

A-s-uka Ch -- !