A Quiet Return (o2a)

[Nathan Michaels]

Indeed its been awhile. But unlike both you though, I have no motivation to return to the ring, nor do I want to. But, I do miss being around the friends I made here...

*Nathan looks back at Lilith, at least she knows what she wants to do; then to Joe, a man who wants the power that comes with being a champion. But then their is Nate, a man who wants nothing to do with it...but is still here.*

But thats why I'm here, since your the only two I've seen so far, I gotta ask? Where is Amanda Wallace? I'm going to talk to her about getting a job working backstage. Perhaps as security.

*After all it was something that the former Grand Slam knew alot about, he was a highly respected member of the RCMP so he knew the ropes...*

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Want me to take you to her?[/glow]

Joe waits for a response.

[Nathan Michaels]

Thats alright Joe, I think directions would be fine. Funny thing is I don't think I've ever personally met the women. So what can you two tell me about her?

*Nate puts up his feet on the chair in front of him, in a couple days all the seats in the arena are going to be filled with fans eager to see a show...Mayham, at least thats what I think its called...*

[Lilith]

"She's got the durability of a fucking cockroach."

The remark perks up from seemingly nowhere. Lilith blows a couple strands of her hair out of her face before flipping it back altogether. She spoke from experience. The amount of bad blood and fury between her and Wallace could fund a third world country straight out of poverty.

But you know, those Aid Relief Funds and stuff are SO much better spent on high class call girls for the politicians

"I remember when me and Jamie, ended up assaulting her with steel chairs, whole nine yards. Hell... haha, Jamie, haha...

Jamie even, ended up biting part of the bitch's skin clean off of her naturally tanned hide. She still didn't die. God.... good fucking times."

Lilith smiles to herself, remembering the glory days of her reign of terror over the professional wrestling industry. Ahhhh... memories are forever don't you know. She stands up from her seat, dusting her legs off. Fucking lower class dirt all over the God damn place...

Felt like she was in Egypt.

"Wallace is like that virus you just can't get rid of. She's the STD you don't remember from that night back in college, when your girlfriends asked you to take them to Mardi Gras. She doesn't know what the fuck she's doing in terms of running a business either...

But you know...

... Just personal opinion."

Lilith stretches her upper body out, a long deep sigh escapes her. Her shirt pulls tight against her chest, the loud crack of her back followed by a satisfied like groan pursing through her blood stained looking lips. Natural by design by the way, you know you love them

[Nathan Michaels]

*Damn...*

Damn...Lilith...

*He pauses, still distracted by her beauty, like a cyrin calling out to him with her song. But he quickly closes his eyes to regain his composure, taking off his glasses in the process, tucking them away in the inner pocket of his coat.*

Well Lilly, that was then, and this is now, and I've learned to live for the moment rather then looking to far ahead.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe looks down at his watch.

[glow=blue,2,300]Speaking of looking far ahead, lets go get a drink and talk. I am DYING for some Whiskey right now.[/glow]

Joe waits for there responses as he tries not to look at Lilith.

[Lilith]

"......."

Lilith closes her eyes, sparking one barely open as she centers its gaze at Nathan. That was so, fucking cute. She'd never really been attracted to big men, or... well, men period. There were like.... literally maybe three or four exceptions to that general rule. But she had to admit, it was so cute seeing someone that size nearly stumble over himself like a teenager.

If she was a meaner woman, she'd toy with him.

.....

I know, you got that too right? ;D

"Whiskey... well, it doesn't really matter to me what it is at this point. My time here since coming back hasn't exactly been.... full of joy, alcohol period is a good idea right about now..."

She had changed somewhat. There was a time, back during her career and such. That someone like Lilith, wouldn't be able to stand in the same area as people like Joe, or Nathan. There was a whooooooooole fucking boat load of antagonism between "factions" back in the day. It's of course, fucking pathetic looking back at it... but, at the time...

It was one side, or the other. With us, or against us. Real war like sentimental thinking...

.....

This is a Sport, right?

Lilith sighs, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her shortened and tightened cut offs. She takes a couple steps and then a swift hop onto the stairs from where she was. Cracking her back onnnnce more... good, nice long crack. She looks back at Nathan for a second before turning to Joe.

"At this point... as long as it isn't a place where I'm going to have to split somebody's skull open... I'm pretty much alright with it."

Then again, should she have to... it would kind of kill the boredom.

[Nathan Michaels]

Am I that obvious?

*Nathan says, while he stands up from the chair he was in, before fixing his coat before he starts walking up the steps. The sound of Lilith's back cracking just sent chills up Nate's spine, sounded like a backbreaker he used to give to people back in his glory days.*

So...where's the best place to drink around here anyways I've only been the area for about 4 hours... and more importantly do they serve Canadian beer, cuz if they don't...

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe thinks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Does Molson or Labatts float your boat any? If so then I know the place...[/glow]

Joe waits for a response.

[Lilith]

"I'm fine with either... so long as there's some kick to it. Sometimes... I feel sorry for the brain cells I've killed over my lifetime...

....

Drinking more usually helps that guilt though."

Lilith laughs a bit before intentionally, just you know... cuz, she could, blows a fake little kiss at Nathan. In her past as a wrestler, it had been pretty predominate that Lilith was... well, a Cock Tease. She had abused, abused, abused, sexuality over both women AND men. To... get pretty much everything and anything she wanted...

Fuck...

She was a Co-C.E.O. of a company, WHILE being the dominate female champion at the same time.

...

Seriously, think about that for a moment, let that sink in. Boss, title holder. Boss, title holder. Married to, and nailing, other boss, other major title holder.

Haaaaaaaahahahahaha.... Fucking GLORIOUS!

"Hey... just a quick question there Bruiser...

And don't feel bad Nathan, I'm only asking him cause you just fell off of the Ghost Bandwagon... but uh..

...

You seen Sylas or... Starr, around much lately?..."

Lilith starts up the stairs a bit, slowly. Oh, so very... painfully, devastatingly slowly. Okay, okay... now, I know that there are a lot of gorgeous looking women in the world of professional wrestling, past present and sure to be in the future. Lilith wouldn't dare say [not even her] that she was at any given time, the most attractive. No no, you can't measure that kind of thing. Didn't matter how many photo shoots or spreads in mags you've had, beautiful, is beautiful... but uh...

Lilith, has a 43 and a half inch, ass.

...

Around.

Hips, waist, ass. 43 inches. Just, yeah. There was a LOT of work Lilith had to put into special training, eating certain foods, and all the like to maintain that too. WHILE being able to store enough muscle and body fat to survive the intense BEATINGS and BLOODSHED her mouth and persona had granted her during her time in the ring. So she was DAMN proud of her body.

Just, had to mention that right there

[Nathan Michaels]

*Such a tease, Nathan thought to himself as he continued his way up the stairs behind the two as they discussed where to find Sylas or Brent. But never the less he was on auto follow, glancing down every now again....again....and again.... what....oh yea...It was actually very sad to see Nathan like this, the last time he couldn't take his eyes of a lady was back at the Calgary Stampede, when one of the female bull riders had her topped ripped off. Thinking with his second head, Nate jumped in and branded that bull...suffered a horn to the stomach, but it lead to some awesome recovery time. Well...that was the same kinda situation Nate was in now, he used to have self control, wonder what happened?*

So yea...Drinks...

*He says stumbling along*

Either of you ever been to the maritimes? Now there's where the best stuff in the world is. Kieth's, and of course the CB moonshine...