Fancy Meeting You Here [Invite]

[Adrian Taylor]

Shortly after his confrontation with Kenji Katana...

~Here we go again. Adrian found himself standing backstage with one of the backstage types with a microphone in their hand. He took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh. They couldn't even give him the courtesy of allowing him to hit his locker room before bombarding him with questions. He just finished his confrontation with his hated enemy, Kenji Katana, and they were already pestering him for his thoughts on his opponent and going into the match tonight. He could really use a drink right about now. Patience, Adrian. You have to have patience. Don't lose it. Save it for Kenji. Focus all of your anger and hatred for Kenji. Just do the interview and get it over with. He shook his head. He would rather just walk away. However, here he was now with a camera shoved in his face and microphone ready to give the people answers. He'd probably catch an earful from the boss lady if he just walked right now. These motherfuckers...~

Xander Donovan: "Alright. I'm standing here with Adrian Taylor. Now, Adrian... Just moments ago, you were face to face with a man that most would consider your worst nightmare. What are you feel--"

"My worst nightmare? What the Hell did you just say to me?"

~Adrian's face twisted with confusion. What the fuck did this guy just say to me? What the fuck did he just say? Was he afraid of Kenji Katana? What kind of fucking question was that? Oh, this son of a bitch...~

Donovan: "Oh? I didn't mean it like that... I just meant..."

"No, no. Don't correct yourself. You said it and now it's out there. You think I'm afraid of Dragon Boy?"

Donovan: "Uh, Mr. Taylor... I--"

"Don't be scared. Answer the question. Do you think I'm afraid or not?"

Donovan: "Uhh... No?"

"No? You answering my question with another question? You want to know if I'm afraid or not? Hell no. I'm actually looking forward to it. I actually wish that I didn't have to wait to get my hands around his neck and squeeze until I've seen the life leave his eyes. Have you ever seen a dead body, Mr. Interviewer?"

Donovan: "What?"

"A dead body. Have you seen one before? And I'm not talking about at a funeral either. I'm talking about right here, right in front of you. Watching that little twinkle in someone's eye... That little spark of life.... Just fade right before you and then... Gone. They become nothing more than dead weight. Have you ever seen that before?"

Donovan: "Of course not..."

"I have. And let me tell you something... It changes people. If you stick around here long enough, you'll be able to see one for yourself. Now, I'm done with this inter---"

~Adrian paused mid-sentence when he caught sight of a familiar face. No. It couldn't be. They? They were here too? What? When did they...? Where were they...? How? He stopped speaking. His attention was no longer focused on the interviewer anymore. They might as well not even be in the room right now because Adrian had completely forgotten about their existence. His attention was on the person who he was staring dead at and wondering how they managed to get back here. He didn't know they were coming here. He didn't even know they were even apart of the company, if they were even apart of the company in the first place. All he knew was that they were standing here in front of him and he couldn't help but have contact with them... ~

--- The Following Has Permission ---

[Lilith]

Hello again, Seven.

Her voice cracks out through the hustle and bustle of the annoying rift-raft in her path. The interviewer, whoever he may be; was in a more confuded state of shock than Seven it seemed. She runs her fingers through her hair once, tossing it about a bit before whipping her head back in one fluid motion. It had been unbearably easy, to get into the backstage area. With how Lilith's mind was as of late, knowing the things to say, how to say them. It all melded far too easily. Far to...

Perfect.

The sound of her boots click against the floor beneath her, the glaring lights of a camera crew greet her as she takes a couple steps forward. Finally appearing in all the over indulgant glory of the spotlight once more. It's usually at this time Lilith would feign an interest in the fans, and pretend she was 'listening' to their reaction when she showed up on screen. Nothing could be further from the truth this time. She didn't care. She knew what she had t do, how to do it. It would be done. She smooths her hands down the front of her black and pink checkered skirt, dusting it off somewhat before leaning down and adjusting her thigh-high stockings. She straightens back up before smiling at the dumbfounded and bewildered Seven and...

... And who are you?

The question piqued itself from her with ease. The fabric of her lace, silk embroided blouse stretches across her body as she clasps her hands behind her back at the hip. The interviewer stays awestruck for a moment before finally cracking his voice into the fray.

".. My name is Xander Dono-"

That's a pity. I don't quite care.

"... Excuse me but who-"

Lilith raises her left hand, outstretching her palm in a flat motion. She places it infront of the interviewers face, to block out the unpleasant sight of him. Her head slowly turns to the camera, she glares into it before snapping her sight towards Seven.

No happy exclamations? No unbridled confessions of passion that aren't supposed to pass the fourth wall currently being chipped away at?

That's okay. I don't blame you. Things were not made clear were they?

Lilith had grown tired of paying attention to what 'marks' thought of the business, or her therein it. You would be amazed how many smart assed fans would think they knew absolutely everything about what happens behind the scenes. She was... no longer interested in catering to, or against them. Lilith slowly but surely snakes her arms up around Seven's neck. She smiles briefly for a moment at him before tilting her head to the side in a curious fashion. Perking out the words.

Well?

This is our big reunion Seven, aren't you going to give the people and all those big important websites and blogs something to write about?

[Adrian Taylor]

"Lilith..."

~If Adrian were to describe how he was feeling right now, the words he would use would be 'surprised' and 'confused'. He was surprised to see Lilith again. It's been awhile since their paths had crossed. Months. The last time he saw her was back in New York. This would be where his confusion would come into play because the last time he and Lilith were in the same room together, it did not end well. It did end on a high note because she confessed that she had feelings for him. However, she was conflicted about the whole thing and left in such a rush that Adrian didn't know whether anything was going to come from this revelation. Fast forward to the present and here Adrian had Lilith in front of him again. This time, she was the one who was pursuing him. Or at least, that is what it seemed like to him. Was she actually trying to make it official? Right here? On camera? Where everyone could see? Not that he was embarrassed or anything, but it was strange.~

"I guess you could say, I'm a little... surprised... to see you."

~His dark shadow snickered in the recesses of his mind. His focus was on Kenji Katana and the damage he was going to do to that man tonight. But this? You could say this was a little more than an unexpected distraction. Well, not in a bad way, but it was something he did not foresee in the cards. And now she was hanging on him with her arm around his neck and looking like she was expecting him to make a move. What to do? What to do? Well, the obvious thing would to be make a fucking move. It wasn't like he was tied down to another anymore. He cut that 'rose' loose long ago. Adrian couldn't help but smirk as desire filled his eyes. Yes. He did in fact miss this woman. And yes. He did in fact want this to happen. He began to say...~

"If the people want something to write about... Then let 'em write about this..."

~Adrian slipped his arm underneath hers and around her back, resting his hand on the other side of her. Taking her by the waist and pulling her closer to him like a King taking his Queen. He closed his eyes, pressed his lips together, and leaned in for a...~

[Lilith]

... Oh Adrian..

......

..

Lilith, quickly, but methodically. PULLS Seven down by the back of his neck, and JAMS her head, up under his chin. Cracking him back with a poor and sloppy rendition of a 'headbutt'. The action shakes Seven from her and temporarily stuns the poor chap. Lilith runs her hands down her face slowly. It was amazing. Everything had become so clear, so pristine and perfect before her eyes. She rushes at Seven, shoving the stereotypical-interviewer-#3, 415 out of her way, before bringing her right knee up and CRACKING it into the side of Seven's head. Dropping him to the ground for a moment. The buzz of the backstage area tries its best to filter into her ears, it just fails this time. The glare of the cameras become annoying rather quickly though, and faint yells of 'What are you doing?' and 'Why the hell?!' are gathered up in her mind. The beautiful thing about them, is she was able to quickly push them away. Lilith leans down over Seven for a moment before smiling at him with the same bright smile she'd had not moments ago.

That always was something you 'People' were concerned with, wasn't it? Publicity. Notoriety. Fame. It's like you 'All' have some sort of giant overt Male need for getting as BIG of an Ego as humanly possible.

.. And they say I have a God complex.

Lilith winks at Seven before being abruptly swept up from under herself. She cracks down on the ground below hard. Ahhh... the feel of cement. That takes her back. She blinks for a moment before tilting her head up, and a slow but assured Cheshire grin creeps itself along her lips. Seven had attacked her. Would you look at that. Maybe all of the line-blurring speak of 'People' and such hit a nerve? Had he taken it as a racial slur? She didn't know...

God she hoped so.

Wouldn't that be fuckin' entertaining?

Lilith quickly rolls up and gets to her feet just as Seven does, not four feet from her. She stretches her back out and cracks her neck slowly, from side to side. Quickly giving the camera some 'love' by blowing a kiss into it in the most ironic and self-indulgent way she could. She laughs at the notion for a moment before turning to Seven with a snark of a laugh.

That's funny, isn't it 'Sev'?

.. The faceless camera man just got closer to getting a kiss from me than you EVER will-

[Adrian Taylor]

"First that motherfucker, Kenji... Now this..."

~Goddamn. His head was fucking ringing. She just struck him. It was Lilith. He shouldn't be surprised if this feisty little number liked it rough, but that actually fucking hurt. What the Hell did he do to deserve this? Did she find out about that little fling at the autograph signing a couple months ago? He didn't think anyone would have actually believed they had sex with a celebrity. That couldn't be it. People would assume the fan was just making shit up. However, Lilith looked like she was intent on hurting him tonight. He was a little hurt by the situation, but he also knew who Lilith was and what she was capable of. Damn women. Confusing creatures, they were. For whatever reason... He didn't know. He just knew he had to neutralize this situation. She caught him off guard, but he won't be making the mistake of letting himself slip up again. And now she was playing with his emotions with that Goddamn cameraman. Yeah. Don't toy with the bull, woman. You might catch the horns. Adrian rushed Lilith with his forearm in front of him and slammed it into her chest. Pinning her back against the brick wall and holding her there with a heavy pressure... ~

"There you go. Toying with my fuckin' emotions, woman. You're lucky I like you. Or else--"

~Adrian was cut off again, this time with a sharp knee to his stomach. Should of known she was going to use those legs of hers against him. He stumbled back a bit, catching his breath. That grin on his face stretching from ear to ear as he looked back up at Lilith. Maybe that dark shadow of his was pushing Adrian to play this game with Lilith, or maybe that hit on the head brought some of that blood lust back out of the old Adrian.~

"A little fight in you... I like that."

~Adrian began to stomp forward toward Lilith where he was met with a fist flying at his face. He moved to the side to avoid it and grabbed her by the arm. Then, without hesitation, Adrian saw Lilith swing her knee at him again in an attempt to break free. Again, Adrian stopped this strike by grabbing her under her leg. Now, he had Lilith by her left arm and her right leg with one in each of his hands.~

"Have it your way then."

~He got a firm grip on her appendages and swung her around with full force. Lifting Lilith off of her one foot that she stood on and tossed her onto a table with food on it that had been behind them. Guess no one will be eating those cold sandwiches and bottles of water anymore. Or maybe he just shot their value up by a couple thousand dollars. Either way, she was probably not a happy camper right now.~

"Where's that old Lilith spark that everyone knows and loves?"

[Lilith]

Ohhhh yeah... that was something you enjoyed wasn't it? The ideal of being with 'Lilith Creighton'.

She slowly raises herself up from the broken and crumbled table. Flicking her wrists and arms from side to side, slowly licking some of the frosting from her fingers. She huffs out in an agitated tone while dusting parts of her outfit off. Slowly, running her fingers through her hair again, she shuts her eyes slowly... before snapping them open and dashing in Seven's direction. Sweeping her right leg out in a roundhouse, just barely missing Seven as he steps back. She turns back with the momentum, swinging wildly with her left arm out in a clawed formation. Her fingertips outstretched, curled. She swipes at Seven's face. Her nails leaving behind the slightest trace of an outline up the right side of his face. She leaps back somewhat and licks her fingernails slowly before shaking her head from side to side slowly.

You don't understand any of it Seven. But I do. I do now. I could have helped you see it too...

Sadly, you're just another part of the hypocrisy.

Lilith runs at Seven, lashing out her left hand again, this time being caught by her wrist. She winces in pain as she's flung back against a nearby wall. She hits it hard, gasping in for air as she forces herself off of it. She ignores all else. The sounds of more stagehands calling for help. Or the footsteps of that annoying interviewer scurrying back and forth. She had a goal, and a focus. She would finish it. She leaps at Seven, being promptly caught as per her guess. Good, good. Lilith jams her right elbow down against Seven's collarbone, toppling the two to the ground below. She lifts herself off of him quickly, before dropping her right knee down, hard...

Onto Seven's groin.

The collective wince of any Male within the radius is like music to her ears. Joyful thing it was. She slowly crawls up Seven's body, before pushing off of him entirely. Making a motion for the camera to come full circle around and witness this spectacular event first hand. Lilith kneels down next to Seven, the same bright exuberant smile plastered on her face. She tucks her, now frazzled, hair behind her ears and speaks out softly.

... You know what you are, Seven? What is it that you think, defines you? Is it your past? Your pain?...

...

Your... 'Familia'?

Do you believe that because of Blade-Boy's interaction in your personal reality, you've become a stronger... more endearing person? No.. no no.. no Seven. You do not 'represent'.. pain. Or suffering. You don't 'represent'.. the plight of your...

.. Hah...

'People'... no.

Lilith leans down closer, smiling wider as she winks at Seven gently. Her hand placed firmly on his chest, she uses him as a platform to push herself back to a standing position. Slowly, with her right, heeled boot. She turns Seven over, onto his stomach. By poking, and prodding at the fake eye lodged in his skull, with the tip of her boot. She does this until he lay, flat on his stomach. Lilith looks down at the back of his skull for a moment. A long, long, moment.

... You 'represent'... -weakness-. And that... is not something..

...

That I can have.

Lilith quickly snakes herself backwards. Hunching down, she rotates her right ankle a couple of times before staring down the long corridor. The impending security making their trek up the long canvas of tiles. She had time. It didn't take much time, and it only needed to happen once. She takes in a deep breath before blowing a kiss, at the fallen Seven. Taking off, running in his direction as he begins to slowly pull himself from the sweet embrace of Gravity.

[Adrian Taylor]

"Heh, heh, heh..."

~...And here it comes... Adrian cracked a smirk through the pain coursing through his body right now. Almost laughing to himself. One thing Lilith should have been quite aware of at this moment was that you do NOT attempt a tactic on a person who has been on the other side of it. Sure. His collar bone felt like it had been pretty badly damaged. His family jewels could use a pack of ice right about now. Hitting below the belt? That was pretty fucking low. But he could make out from the corner of his eye what the next course of action was because it was something he too has practiced many times before. Lay someone out face first in the mat. Back up. Rush forward. Off with their head. Tsk, tsk. He expected better from Lilith. Guess it's up to him to teach her a thing or two. Almost like a Charlie Brown episode, when Lilith had come to the moment where she was about to knock his block off, Adrian reacted. Pushing himself off of the ground onto his knees to avoid catching the tip of Lilith's boot. Again, Adrian grabbed Lilith by her foot as it flung in front of him and leaned back. He pulled Lilith around and tossed her on her ass with something that looked like a Dragon Screw, giving himself some time to slowly get back to a vertical standing position. He seriously didn't want to hurt Lilith. He could just so easily cripple her, but the fact of the matter was that he actually still cared about her. It was taking every ounce of self control he had in his being right now to not start grabbing sharp objects and drilling them into her forehead. Scar that perfect pale skin of hers that she treasures so much. Had this been Kenji or any other guy that he was fighting right now, Adrian would not have held back. He took deep breath to try and exhaled heavily. Trying to regain his composure, he began to say...~

"It's funny that you mention something like 'weakness,' Lil. I think you of all people should quit while you're ahead when accusing someone of representing 'weakness.' Let's not forget how easily you fly off the handle when something threatens your little protective bubble you keep around yourself. Do I need to mention how quick you are to start throwing fists and feet whenever confronted with something or someone who could possibly be better than you? You know... Dominate the mighty Lilith..."

~That little mention of the word 'dominate' in reference to her must have lit that fire under her ass again because Adrian could see her moving quickly to stand back up. The security were not far behind her, rushing as quick as they could to break up the fight that had been going on. He saw Lilith charge at him. Adrian just smirked again as he prepared himself for the worst. Another wild left swing at his face, which Adrian took to full force of her knuckles to his jaw. Making him stumble a few steps. Didn't take long for him to feel the strike of her right hand across the other side of his jaw. Then another left. And another right. Just taking each punch. Trying his hardest not to reach out and choke the life out of her. Another left. Another right. The taste of blood filling his mouth from the blows. She must want to pummel him into oblivion for speaking such blasphemous words. He had to end this before this got out of hand. And now he was about done with this... Anticipating another left handed punch, Adrian lifted and arm up to block it while counter with a punch of his own. This one hitting her right beneath her breasts, square in her solar plexus. He could see the pain explode on her face, that look of shock when you have the wind knocked out of you. Or when you've been hit so hard that you feel like you're going to vomit. That's what Lilith looked like she was about to do, getting ready to hunch over. Adrian caught her body before she could crumble to her knees. He continued to speak as he held her...~

"Look at you... That nice little protective bubble... It's meaningless. You want to talk about weakness? Look in the fuckin' mirror. The one person in the world... If not the last person in this world... Who even gives a damn about you... Honestly... Gives a damn about you and cares for you... And this is what you do to repay them... You don't disappoint with what is expected of you... Lashing out... Like some spoiled brat who throws a temper tantrum when things don't go their way..."

~He kept his eyes on the security who were quickly approaching the two.~

[Lilith]

.... Bubble...

Lilith shakes herself free from Seven's grasp. She was enraged for a lot of reasons right now. Her mind was the utmost one. The image of clarity she had, was starting to haze over. It was like a thousand migraines piling upon themselves, but solely wrapped in emotional turmoil. She was literally in pain because of it. And the confrontation with Seven thus far, wasn't helping. The security had reached them, but they were hesitant. Lilith couldn't blame them. How would you approach this? She wasn't known to have a contract with this promotion. Any physicality brought to her by burly overweight men, could be considered a lawsuit waiting to happen.

She was amazed they even thought that far ahead, really.

... Dominate.

.....

You should know better, Adrian. Seven. Sev. No one... is better than I am. You can call it egotism or a God Complex, delusions of grander or what-have you but you KNOW...

... You, know... I'm the best in this business. In all the companies you and I have been in, you know I was the best. My record, my achievements and my LIST OF VICTIMS, proves tha-

Lilith winces in pain, holding her forehead with her palm. She buckles somewhat. What was going on? The clarity was so bright and shining. Now she was off rambling like one of those carbon cut-outs so many companies had produced to imitate her. The fuckin' irony. All of the inflatable dolls walked out after her, now she was raving like one? Jesus Christ. She had to fix whatever was going on. Lilith shakes her head slightly as two of the security guards attempt to help her up. She lashes out her left hand at one of them, nailing him in the shoulder with her fingernails. Material tears, blood flows, and suddenly... 'Somehow', the security is less worried about lawsuits and more into oppressing Lilith. Figures. She's hauled up to her feet without a choice in the matter. She glares ahead at Seven, long. A long, long meeting of their lines of vision.

.... I don't have, weaknesses, Adrian.
I eliminate them.

.. And I refuse, to accept.... -you-, as one of them. After all... hah..

A smirk, she rolls her tongue around on the inside of her cheek before quickly, and with fairly good aim, hocks out spit at Seven's annoying and irritating face. Security instantly yanks her back from him, she almost giggles at the look on his face as she continues on.

... At least everyone else, I've been with....
.. Were actually on the same level of fame, as -I- am.

..... I'm sorry sweetheart, there's no room on my coat-tails for you, and the 'Five Deep Crew' you need to 'Roll' with for your 'Street-Cred'.

[Adrian Taylor]

"Lilith..."

~...Adrian says under his breath as he lifted a hand up to wipe the spit and phlegm from his face. He just stood there for a moment, watching her get hauled off by the Wildcard Arena security guards. He didn't know what to say about what just happened here. What did happen here? What happened to Lilith? Why did was she saying these things? Sure. Can't say that he's been on his best behavior since the last time they've met, but can't quite blame him since things were left on uncertain terms. There was just something so... strange... about the way she was acting. Did him being completely honest with Lilith set her off so badly? Was it that little pint-sized Russian assistant of hers that turned Lilith against him? There were so many questions left unanswered in Adrian's head right now. He just took another deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh. After shaking his head, he noticed that the camera man and the interviewer were still here. Did they catch it all on camera? His stare shifted to a hardened glare as he said...~

"What the Hell are you looking at?"

Donovan: "Oh? Uh... Nothing?"

"Get that camera out of my face!"

Donovan: "Oh! Okay! Turn it off, turn it off!"

"Ugh.. I need a fuckin' drink... or two..."

~Adrian walked in the opposite direction of where the security was dragging Lilith off to. He needed to get his mind back in the game. He had plans for later tonight. And those plans had plenty to do with a little Dragon Boy who had a much overdue execution awaiting ahead of him. Right now? He's going to need to pump some Hennessy in his veins and recharge his batteries. And maybe an ice pack for his groin. Damnit. It still hurt like a son of a bitch. He left the interviewer and the camera man in a completely dumbfounded state.~

[Joe Bruiser]

The camera then turns to look at a man who is still standing there after everyone else has already twittered, facebooked, myspaced, texted, called, and took a few steps into another direction. The man just looks up right at the camera...

[glow=blue,2,300]Two hits is all it takes...but some people are special...[/glow]

Man turns and walks away as the camera stays on him as he walks away.