The Other 'Roommate' [O2A]

[Tha Nightmare 187]

There he stood at the Xtraordinary Wrestling Association's establishment, The Lounge. He needed to get out of that batcave of an apartment. Being trapped in that place for long periods of time would only further confirm the idea that he was a hermit. That just wouldn't do. He needed some fresh air. He needed to get out of the house once in awhile. What better way than to socialize with others? It sure beat sitting at home and reading the insanity that was going on online on that fancy new laptop. Seemed like everyone was trying to spit acid at one another. It didn't concern him. Well, technically, some of it did. Certain names being brought up in certain contexts that could prove to be problematic. It was going to be something that he was going to have to deal with later. Right now? He was going to have a little rest and relaxation. He was dressed in his best Armani suit. White jacket, white pants, white shirt, white wingtips, red tie. Fresh and looking spiffy. He lifted his hand up to push back his hair, but sadly this had become something of a habit that he needed to break. His hair was no longer there. It had been cut short. The natural brunette now visible rather than the golden hair that he had become accustomed to prior to his hibernation. He took a deep breath and let a sigh escape his lips.

"This is going to take some getting used to..."

Then he reached into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a pack of Newport cigarettes. He reached into the carton with his other hand and plucked a single cigarette out. After placing the cigarette in his mouth, he stuffed the carton back in his pocket and pulled a golden Zippo lighter with an Ace of Spades engraved into it from the same pocket. A quick flip of the lid and a click to ignite the flame. Then he lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a few puffs from it. Another quick motion of shutting the lighter and replacing it back inside his pocket. He reached up and took a hold of the cigarette between his thumb, index, and middle finger. After taking one drag from the cigarette, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled a small plume of smoke. It did feel good to be out and about again. He needed this. Calm those nerves of his. He drifted through The Lounge and scanned the area while he walked. Making note of familiar faces and those who he has never seen before. He found himself one of those comfortable plush seats with a nearby coffee table where he would plop himself down upon.

"This will do nicely."

He sat back and placed his elbows up on the back of the seat. Then he brought the cigarette forth and took another drag from it. It didn't take long for one of those waiters to come strolling along with a menu in their hand to tend to the customer. He figured he could use a drink, so it didn't bother him much that a waiter was making his way toward him. When the waiter stopped in front of him, they nodded and greeted him with...

Waiter: "Welcome back, Mr. Taylor. Unfortunately, I've got to be the bearer of bad news. You're going to have to put that out. There's no smoking allowed in here."

"What?"

Oh. Right. The face. He didn't have anything to hide the face that he had now. He wasn't in Atlanta anymore. He'd have to abide by the hand he had been dealt. You know... Fate. He just stretched a grin across his face and shook his head for a brief moment. The waiter nodded once again. They knew who 'Mr. Taylor' was and the reputation that he had. The waiter calmly repeated...

Waiter: "You're going to have to put that out, Mr. Taylor. This is a non-smoking establishment."

"Ah. Yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't see any signs around here. I suppose I just figured..."

He withdrew the cigarette from his mouth and placed one of his legs overtop of the other. He really hated to do this to these shoes, but he had to. He took the cigarette and grinded the end of it against the heel of his wingtip. Then he placed the unlit cigarette into the breast pocket of his jacket. He nodded to the waiter and said...

"There."

Waiter: "Thank you. What can I get for you this afternoon? Your usual?"

"No. I'll have something different. Macallan. No ice. Waters down the drink after awhile. Cool?"

Waiter: "Alright. Coming right up, Mr. Taylor."

The waiter walked off to retrieve his order. He drew another breath and exhaled another sigh. Well, that was a waste of a perfectly good dose of nicotine. He looked over the banister around at the people in the establishment. There were some that he could recognize right away. There were others he didn't have the foggiest idea of who they were. Oh well. He'd have to play the role of 'Mr. Taylor' if any of them had decided to approach him. He lifted his hand up to run his fingers through his blonde locks of hair, but again to his dismay, there were no blonde hair for him to do so. He just shook his head again. This was probably not going to be easy.

[Angel Lust]

Heh, there he was. She had been looking for him ever since she saw him at T2TT. There was something about him. He was just so.... bad.
A perfect fit for her. She absolutely LOVED bad boys. Bad girls as well. Walking over to 187, in her ring gear (she had just came back from training, since she was gonna be debuting in XWA soon) she stands next to his table...
Her fantastic shape stuns him as he looks at her, her back arched in a way that shows off the tops of her...
ever so succulent breasts.

Mr 187, am I correct? I've been looking for you.

She taps the tables with her fingers as she waits for him to finish staring at her and talk.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"Hm?"

Another has come to speak to him. This time it was a woman. A woman who was dressed in her wrestling gear. That made it easy to figure this one must've been one of those 'Diamonds' in XWA. She had referred to him as 'Mr. 187', which must mean she knew who he was. But this must be the first time she had met him face to face considering what followed afterward from her lips. She has been looking for him. Or rather, she has been looking for 'Mr. 187.' The gears in his head began to turn as he quickly thought of a way to approach this situation. He was not 'Mr. 187.' Nor was he that sadistic psychopath 'Randy Lairota.' He was the one they called Mickey Knox. You probably can't tell without the hair or the goatee. What a shame. Guess that's what he gets when he lets his guard down for an entire year. This woman was looking for Adrian and he didn't know why. Did he set up a meeting with this woman? He didn't know. Knox raised an eyebrow at the woman and responded to her...

"You are correct. You've found me. Care to tell me why you've been looking for me?"

[Angel Lust]

Can I sit?

Without waiting for an answer, she sits next to him...
very closely. She ever so lightly rests her hand on his leg.

You see, I saw you... at Tribute to the troops. I've seen you wrestle in other places. I've seen what you can do in the ring, and I'd LOVE to know what you can do outside of the ring.

Hmph, Sex. Something she was good at. Something she always thought about. Something she wanted to do, with this man. Something about him, it interested her... alot. Her former husband wouldn't be too happy if he knew where she was.

I'm gonna be joining XWA soon. Y'know, the place you work at? I'm hoping we can work....
very closely together.
You see, MISter Adrian Taylor...

She leans in so she can whisper in his ear.

I WANT you. And I know, you'll 'grow' to want me.

She leans back and gives off a little giggle as she awaits his response.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"You what? Want me?"

Oh boy. This was troublesome. Was this another groupie that Adrian had gotten himself involved with... again? That couldn't be it. Unless this company was just signing anyone who walked in with a pair of boots... That would give him serious doubts about how entertaining this company would be. Or was this woman infatuated with Lairota's doing? She flat out just told him that she wanted him. You wouldn't get that from a woman who had higher standards. The hand Lady Luck had dealt him was not a good one. What did he do at Tribute to the Troops that was so alluring to this woman? She said she had been following his career. Had she followed his career in Atlanta? Probably not. No one had a clue what lied beneath the surface until the end of that season. There would have been no reason for this woman to have tuned in. Why was he even thinking about that? He had to focus back on the matter at hand. What was he going to do about this woman? He shook his head slowly, but before he could answer... The waiter had arrived again with his drink.

Waiter: "Here you go, Mr. Taylor. One Macallan."

"Thank you."

His attention shifted to the waiter who was placing his glass on the table in front of him. Knox nodded to the waiter. Then the waiter turned his attention to the woman who had joined Knox here. It was his job to make sure everyone that came in was taken care of. The waiter nodded in the direction of the woman and said...

Waiter: "Is there anything I can get you tonight, miss?"

Knox kept his silence while keeping his eyes on the woman in front of him while the waiter was serving her. He didn't exactly feel like responding to what the woman had said to him while this waiter was here. It was none of their business what they were talking about. However, something about this woman told him that she was the type who didn't give a damn who was watching. She was... a predator.

[Angel Lust]

The waiter messed up everything. She was in the middle of staking her claim, when this ugly ass guy with blonde hair and freckles came up. Looking at him with a face of annoyance, she replies.

Hmmm, I don't know. Just give me some wine or something, I don't care. No, I know, I want Conjure Cognac. I hear Ludacris talking about it all the time, I'm gonna try it.

As the waiter leaves, she turns back to Adrian.

Yes, Mister Taylor. I WANT you. There's just something about you, and it makes me SO attracted to you. I'm sure if my former husband knew I was here, he'd not be happy. But I don't care. I'm sure you know him, he was in your match at T2TT. I'll leave you to figure that out.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"What?"

Former husband? From the Tribute to the Troops match? Could this get any more complicated? She was Asian. It made it more likely that she could be the former wife of that hot headed man with the dragon tattoo on his face. However, there was a likely chance that the other could have a thing for Asian women too. It was a slim chance. He couldn't make any assumptions about the woman. This was a dangerous game. He knew Adrian was involved in something pretty hectic. Perhaps now wasn't such a good time to come out of hibernation, now was it? Here he was. Having to deal with the mess that he has created. He was going to have to tread lightly around this situation. There was no telling what repercussions could be caused by this meeting. He began to shake his head and took a deep breath. Then he exhaled a heavy sigh. He leaned forward and took a firm hold of his glass. He leaned back and took a long, hard drink from Macallan. Afterword, he just shook his head again...

"I'm flattered. Really. I am. It's nice to know that I've got fans out there who really feel... passionately... about what I've done. However, I think you're confusing love with obsession. You might think what you feel for me is real... But what you see on television isn't quite all it's cracked up to be. There's more than meets the eye. I appreciate the sentiment, but... I'm going to have to... respectfully decline your offer. Miss... I don't believe I've caught your name...?"

[Angel Lust]

Angel, Just call me Angel.

Rejection was something she didn't take well. But it wasn't over yet. Love? When did she ever say anything about love? Well, guess it's time to straighten things out.

She leans in again, to whisper in his ear.

Love? Nonono Mr. Taylor, no love in involved.

She leans back, looking around at the other occupants of the lounge.

You see, I am a purely sexual being. I've only loved one man, my former husband, I think you've figured out who that is by now.

She traces an A D in the air.

There's no love involved here Mr. Taylor, not yet anyways. I wasn't thinking anything casual, or serious...
Just...
in lack of a better term.
Fuckbuddies.

That laugh again, as the waiter brought back her Cognac.

Thank you.

She looks at 187, as she awaits his response. She licks her lips as she thinks of the fun they could have... oh such hot spontaneous fun.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"Excuse me?"

Oh boy. Fuck buddies? That assumption was true. This woman was some sort of infatuated crazy groupie fan stalker chick. And now... Here he was. Forced to make a decision. Forced to deal with this situation. Unaware of what was going on in Adrian's life right this very moment beyond the vague memories and tidbits of information he had learned in the brief time he had been awake. A friend with benefits wasn't exactly the kind of woman that Mickey Knox was fond of. Sure. He was from Reno, Nevada. A bit close to Las Vegas. A place known for loose women and loose change. However, Mickey Knox was a man who liked his women with a little more class. Like, for example, the beautiful Amber Gianni. That was more up Knox's alley. Angel? He didn't know her. Didn't know where she had come from. Didn't know why she wanted to take a ride on his disco stick. She was here for one thing. Sex. And sex with him. What's a man to do in this situation? He lifted his glass to his lips again and took another quick drink from it. Liquid courage, as they call it.

"I can't say that I understand, Angel. I really can't. I'm not saying I'm interested. However, I would like to know... Why? Why me? Why not return back to your husband? I mean, if you've loved the man... Or still harbor feelings for them... Why would you want to engage in casual sexual encounters with me? It doesn't make much sense to me. I would think that if you've had a close connection to another human being... You would want to keep that? Wouldn't you? It's just... mindboggling. I can't call it."

Knox was confused. Quite thoroughly confused. The only women he was familiar with who engaged in such acts were prostitutes and exotic dancers. He would not lie in bed with neither of those two. He certainly wasn't interested in Angel. He didn't know her. He didn't know if she had done this before. You know... You have to watch out for sexual transmitted diseases. He was between a rock and a hard place. And he was going to have to see how Fate plays out.

[Angel Lust]

I have my reasons...
One, because of your association with him.
Two, I find you utterly attractive.
Three....
There's no one else in XWA that peaks my interest quite like you do, and I don't know why, but you do.

It was mainly one. When you've been the type of person she was as long as she was, she knew how to impress men. Her figure was enough, but contrary to what you would believe about women like her, she actually knew how to think with her brain, and not her vagina.

As for my husband, I love him. But, The stuff he's done, doesn't exactly sit well with me. I love him, but I hate him at the same time. He's doomed to fail here. I'm actually rooting for him when he faces Smith though, simply for the fact, that I want him 100%, for when someone destroys him. I don't even care who.


She takes another sip of her drink as she stares in 187's eyes.... such beautiful eyes...[/center]

[Tha Nightmare 187]

"I see..."

Again, he needed a moment to let his mind wrap around the entire situation with what Angel has just told him. She wanted to be a friend of his who gave him casual sex whenever he pleased. The reasons? His association with her ex-husband. His association being Adrian's connection to Kenjiha. What was their connection? Kenjiha killed Adrian's brother 11 years ago when trying to kill him because of what Adrian did to Kenjiha's brother. He killed Kenjiha's brother. Now? 11 years later... Fate works in mysterious ways and brings the two back together to settle their blood feud. Two. Angel found him attractive. Or rather, she found Adrian attractive. Sure. Knox did his best to keep this machine from falling apart. Besides the missing pieces, the scars, and the broken bones... He would agree that he was a good looking man. About as attractive as one can remain given his history of violence. He would look better with blonde hair and a goatee... But that was a personal pet peeve of Knox's. The third and final reason. She was interested in him and she did not know why. Knox figured this was Fate. Lady Luck had made this meeting happen and it was Fate who brought Angel to him. She had an interest in him. An infatuation. She didn't know why. He didn't know why either. But his interest had picked up. Not about the sexual favors. The destruction of Kenji Katana. Is this what Fate wanted? To let Adrian extract his revenge entirely through physical and emotional torment? To give Adrian the chance to relieve some of the grief and pain that he's held bottled up in his heart these past 11 years? Fate. It worked in mysterious ways.

"I see, Angel. The first reason is understandable. You want to know the man who your ex-husband has been investing so much time and energy into pursuing. I've got to admit that things aren't so great between me and him. I'm sure you're well aware of that. The second reason is understandable. Despite a few dents and dings here and there, I wouldn't consider myself the most hideous monstrosity to be born on this planet. As for the third reason... We're both stumped. I can't call it. Can't quite say I know what's going on in your head, but it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to steer you away from your interest. You're the kind of person who, if they want something, they go for it. I can respect that. If I see something I want, I reach out and I take it."

He shrugged his shoulders. It was true. If you wanted something, you should take it. No questions asked. However, he was going to have to play defense with this woman because what she wanted was him. Which is not something that he can allow until he has further researched the current state of Adrian's life. For all he knew, Kenisha Williams could be in this city with his child. For all he knew, Adrian's life could have changed drastically in his absence and he had other plans. He didn't know. It was difficult to play this game with such a limited knowledge of what the rules were.

"I can't quite understand why you'd want to see your husband be destroyed. I'm sure you have your reasons. And me? I have mine. I can't complain about having someone else on my team who is looking to gain the same thing that I desire. One thing that I can say is that your husband is living on borrowed time. Fate... The delicate and enigmatic siren that she is... Has allowed your husband to continue holding onto what little bit of safety he has left. He's found a way to keep his destruction prolonged, if only for the time being. However, I do believe that we will see in the end... Your husband will meet his maker. I'll have him pinned down beneath my boot heel... His eyes looking up into mine... Begging... Crying... Pleading for mercy... And I'll look back. And whisper... No."

[Angel Lust]

She could see she lit a fire in the mans eyes. This is what she wanted. Once anger, or 'lust' or any of the other deadly sins is controlling a man, that made it easier to get into their heads. She could see this was a man who didn't think with his dick. She liked that. But that's not the only thing she liked


EX... Mr Taylor. Ex husband. And yes, I know you guys have had your past and all. I'm not doubting your abilities Mr Taylor, but I will tell you this.
Kenjiha, is no easy task. I know of you and his history. Your streetfights. His brother, my brother in law respectively. Your brother, or lack therefore of.


She leans in closer, her forehead touching his. Her lips almost touching his. It was obvious what she wanted. She sticks her tongue out, almost touching his lips, but then retracting it right before they touched.


But this....
This is about us. Forget Kenji. You're what I want, and I ALWAYS get what I want.


She could see this was making him uncomfortable. A man like him probably already had a woman. But she didn't care. Soon, this man was going to be his. She smiles as she whispers her next words.


.....Your move, MISter Taylor.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

This was an incredibly uncomfortable situation Mickey Knox had found himself in. What was Angel's deal? She was one step away from practically sitting in his lap. She was persistent. That's for sure. Knox could almost hear that sinister snickering of a certain sick individual rattling in the back of his brain. Looks like someone was getting a kick out of his personal dilemma. How was he supposed to react? He had told her 'No' several times already. But now here she was. Staring him directly in his eye. He could feel her breath on his lips. There was only so much that one man could take when being taunted this way by a woman. You would have to have one strong will to not dive in head first without thinking of the consequences. Fortunately for him, Knox was that kind of person. As much as he would love to indulge in the primal urges that one of the male population would normally engage in... He was going to have to stick to his guns. However...

"My move Angel?"

He cracked a devious grin at the woman. His eye was locked onto hers. Staring directly into her eyes. He leaned in closer toward Angel. As close as one could get to another without actually locking lips with them. He began to let out a slight laugh before he said...

"I bet you'd really love it right now if I kissed you. Right here. Right now. I'm sure you'd like to know the taste of the one you desire. It must be driving you crazy thinking about how close you are to achieving it. Curious... Wondering what it feels like... What it taste like... The beautiful music we could be making. Fulfilling those wet dreams of yours and making them a reality. But..."

He leaned back away from Angel. Knox lifted his drink up to his lips and took a drink from it. Keeping his one good eye open and focused on Angel while he savored the taste of his Macallan. He finished his drink and leaned forward to place the empty glass down on the table in front of them. He then continued...

"I'm not someone who is easily bought with a batting of an eyelash or a shaking of one's hips. Oh no. You've got me mistakened for someone else if you think that I'm just going to sit here with my tongue hanging out like some poor dog looking for a bone. If you want me Angel... You're going to have to prove it. You see... The one thing that really interests me about a woman... is their power. Their power and their prowess. You're going to have to prove you're worthy of sharing my world, Angel. I'll give you a homework assignment. You go out and find one of the Diamonds who isn't busy. And you challenge her to a battle in the middle of the ring. If you win? I'll certainly consider your proposition. But if you lose? Well, better luck next time."

He nodded at Angel. If he was going to agree to anything with Angel, he was going to have to see what she was capable of first. He didn't know the woman. He didn't know if Adrian had any dealings with this woman. Knox could guess he didn't. But he was going to see if she had what it took to stand along side him. He couldn't be seen with anyone who was all talk and no bite.

[Angel Lust]

This was certainly an interesting turn of events. So, she hadn't gotten rejected, but she had to beat an XWA Diamond? Why doesn't he just invite another woman and her and Angel have an, ahem 'Private' match in his room?


Hmm, An XWA Diamond? That wont be hard.


Getting up, she stretches. She'd been sitting pretty uncomfortably while talking to Adrian. She turns around and starts to walk away....
very....
slowly.
Showing off those hips & that, sweet sweet ass.


I'll see you around.


She winks, and then leaves.

[Tha Nightmare 187]

Mickey Knox sure dodged a bullet there. He took in a deep breath and exhaled a heavy. Then he closed his eyes and began to slowly shake his head. He reached a hand to run through his hair, but sadly he found again that his hair was no longer there. This had been quite a difficult game for him to play, but he had won this time. He was glad Angel had finally left. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to pretend to be Adrian here. This little homework assignment he had given Angel should buy him enough time to figure out what is going on and how to approach this new dilemma that he's found himself in. Even now, she was trying to get his attention with that walk of hers. Making sure that his eyes were focused on what she thought were the important parts. And the wink. What was Fate's plan for this woman and him? What lied in the road ahead for him? He wished he could figure it out. He simply said to himself under his breath once she was out of earshot.

"That woman is poison for us... I can feel it."

Then Knox could feel another presence among him. Another, darker presence. Another person who was quite poisonous to his existence. That snickering. That familiar, sick snickering. He could hear it. That's when he felt a hand be placed on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head over to look at who the hand belonged too.

Lairota: "Damn Blondie. You really know how to pick 'em, don'tcha? Hahahaha."

"Oh Hell..."

It was Randy Lairota. The other 'roommate' who Knox had to share space with. Had he been here the whole time? Was he just sitting by and watching this all go down? And what seemed so typical of his behavior, he stood there with a wide stretched toothy grin on his face. He must've enjoyed the show. The bastard. Knox looked around The Lounge and locked eyes with another waiter. He lifted a hand up and waved for him to come over. Which the waiter wasted no time walking over to where Knox was sitting. Another sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at the waiter. Then Knox simply said...

"I'd like another drink, please. The strongest you've got."

END