Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time [Dominique]

[Enver Marshall II]

This was all Crash's doing. What the hell would Enver be doing here on a weeknight if it weren't for his dumbass ideas? Grace had preschool in the morning and here he was, sitting on a row of benches smoking a cigarette as he waited to hear about the million dollars and who it was he was going to be fighting.

Someone from behind him slapped him on the shoulders and whooped in his ears, saying they were betting on him, the stench of cheap beer coming from the guy's loud yap. Enver cringed, never being a big beer drinker, especially not he cheap kind, then waved the guy away with a nod of his head. "Dude, that's that vampire guy! I'm betting double on him!" A guy from a group of four guys said as they walked by, the man with a 'circle jerk' shirt pointed him out. A couple of scantily clad women walked by, Enver appreciating the view for a second, before an announcement regarding the rules came on over a mic system of some sort. People were allowed to bet however much they wanted to, no one could interject on behalf of any of the fighters and really, just about anything went between the fighters. If people broke the rules, they would be evicted, roughly and a few security guards were pointed out via spotlight. Enver snorted and shook his head.

"So, what about the million dollar pot?" Enver asked, glancing over to a group of even radioed girls and guys, who looked at him like he was from another planet. "Million Dollar pot? Man, if that was the case, I'd toss my name in the fight and withstand a blood nose or two!" The group of guys laughed, Enver now realizing that Crash either didn't pay attention to what he heard, or knew exactly what he did and didn't hear and was due for a few choice words from Enver. Yeah, so the Allurist wasn't the same Enver Crash met a few years ago, but he didn't need to put his *** on the line to prove a point!

Wearing: https://i.p i n i m g.com/736x/f7/ab/5d/f7ab ... ney-jr.jpg

[Dominique]

F I G H T C L U B U N I F O R M

Dominique lived in the get up she was wearing more years than she cared to remember. It didn't do a whole hell of a lot for her during her years served in parochial school and her grandparents were certainly not impressed when her uniform often had holes, tears and stains from the fights in the school yard. She grew up on the streets of New York and had to be prepared for what was lurking around every corner. At least that is what Benny, her adoptive older brother, told her as to why he was teaching her self-defense. She turned out to be a natural despite her size. That was then. This was of course now.

The cellphone was ditched in the car glove box before she exited her current mode of transportation. While she stepped into the building HOPE and LESS reached down and adjusted the waist of her skirt. The request from Doc was a bit odd but then again nothing unusual for him. The man was running for office, his image didn't need to be questioned. He was busy and supposedly some twit owed him something and it could be retrieved down at some fight club recently set up. She wasn't expected to do more than rattle someone's cage and do it clean as possible thus the outfit. Who wants to hit a chick in uniform was her understanding. Personally she throat punched plenty in their uniforms but there wasn't time to really explain that to him.

"I'm here. Signed up already." The petite shadow that looked as healthy as the humans standing around making wagers finally announced to the person behind the desk. "Dominique."

HOPE rubbed at the back of her neck while her feet crossed one over the other to appear as little of a threat as possible. Mortal aura did wonders for her in situations like these. Her excessive ink added to that whole borderline bad school girl vibe Doc requested. Once it was over she was going home and stripping down and burning the material that itched just like it always had. Her layers of sin could never wear it comfortably. A snicker from across the table as the sounds of pen scraping against paper took effect.

"Remember to use your safe words and to jump out when you get your hair pulled too hard, Sugar." The voice obviously decided the former paladin was done before she ever had a chance to start.
"Maybe you should sign your *** up, Darllin'." A wide brown eye winked as Dominique moved over to where many appeared to be waiting for the same thing she was.

[Enver Marshall II]

Enver tossed a sideways glance to the sign up table and then closed his eyes. He hoped he didn't have to fight a lady. Something about kicking most lady's asses just didn't sit right with the Allurist. There were a few exceptions to the rule, like some ***** who thought she was the law in the town. He could hit her all day, if she ever gave him the chance to.

But these dames didn't really stir up any sort of emotion in him; most of all anger. If he had to fight any of them, he was probably a goner from the second any of them threw a punch. "A guy, a guy, Round one needs to be a guy." Enver muttered under his breath, as he waited to see what was going to be announced from the guy who seemed to be running things at the table. After a few more sign ups, he stood, announced no further need for competitors and made his way down to the 'arena' style area where Enver was patiently waiting. "Please, please, please." Enver kept repeating under his breath as he sat there, both hands together in a sort of praying fashion as he held the breath he didn't need. And waited.

"Enver Marshall II..." The guy glanced in Enver's way, throwing a skeptical look at him, then looked around for the competitor. "And Dominique." Goddamnit! That was defintely a female's name, and he cringed. Dark eyes looked around for the woman who belonged with the name and Enver slumped off the metal benches with an exasperated sigh. She was probably twelve!

And then Enver thought of Grace. Didn't she wear something like that to preschool every day of the school week? Maybe a different color, if he remembered right, but the girl he was supposed to fight reminded him of...well, a girl. He groaned and shook his head. He'd go easy on her, he couldn't be a dick. Imagine the headlines...'Movie Star Beats up a child!' CPS would love to get their hands on that story.

He begrudgingly moved to the arena and took a deep breath in, and waited. No way was he going to be the first to throw a punch at a lady, let alone a lady kid!

[Doc]

Doc leaned against the chainlink fencing the separated the spectators from the combatants. When he had signed Minx up for this, it was because he couldn't very well sign himself up now could he? Not when he was running for office. But he could live vicariously through the Spawn. And when he saw She was up against Enver Marshall II, he was hard put not to smile broadly from ear to ear. But he held back his amusement, and wait for Dominique to take to the ring.

Doc watched at Enver entered the ring. He noticed that Enver’s usual swagger, was a bit subdued. A slight frown marred his brow. He hoped that Enver wasn’t hurt. That would take all the fun out of this. When Dom beat his ***, the last thing Doc wanted, was Enver claiming a previous wound that affected his performance.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he checked the time. Dominique should show up soon.. Or she was going to get disqualified. And that would suck.

[Dominique]

Dominique watched the arena for signs of what she was supposed to accomplish. It was apparent as soon as her name was announced and paired with another that was one she had heard before that things weren’t entirely what she was lead to believe. Wasn’t that the actor turned writer slash businessman? Well, that didn’t seem right. Where was the unknown twit who supposedly owed Doc something?

Her eyes narrowed at the thought. They would be having a chat as soon as this funfest was over.As the one claiming the role of Enver Marshall 2.0 stepped up she slowly followed suit. Another last check of her skirt had her confident things were ready and the pat down of the top of her knee high socks confirmed it. She rolled her shoulders slightly backwards and sighed as if this was one of those things to get out the way like cleaning out the fridge. It was routine, it was something most had to do and really wasn’t going to be any different to her. She had a name and now she had to beat his ***. It was business.

In she walked and eyed him up and down with a cold, calculating fighter's eyes as she did. She took note of the attire, the look on his face. He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason he was there either. Lack of posturing, chest puffing and general assholish attitude could be due to him being that great of an actor but she wasn’t sold. Not from what she remembered of some of his movies she managed to catch at his locally owned theater.

“Ready for this?” Dom wasn’t sure how they were placed together but one thing was for sure. Only one of them was exiting the ring a winner. HOPE and LESS stretched in front of her and popped her knuckles. “I got out of class just in time to catch the bus to get here.” Her cheeky smirk gave him every reason to question just what he was really up against. “Let’s see what you got Old Man.” Dominique wasn’t known to throw the first punch but she was known to knock a set out lights out when she finally took a swing.

[Enver Marshall II]

Confidence was one thing the lady kid had, but he supposed she had to given she signed up for this. Where the hell were her parents? Did she even have any? When she stooped to vocalizing her '**** talking' Enver snorted and then scoffed. He then looked around the crowd, eyes falling to...some guy he'd seen before, but what was his name? Dean? Dan? No, that wasn't it, but he looked at the guy against the chain link fence who was at least twice his age and made a gesture to Doc, as if saying, 'really?'

Was Enver older than most vampires? Sure. He had died in his mid thirties, and would be about forty now, but did he look forty? He'd have to ask Benny later. Old didn't sell movies, unless you were so old you were one of a kind. Like Sean Connery. But Enver was years away from being that guy's age and never would be. No one liked middle aged old.

"Yeah, well at least some of us aren't out past our bedtime, sweetheart." Enver sneered under his breath, as he balled up his firsts and took a deep breath in. Well, if she could talk a pretty fair game, then maybe the lady girl could walk it too. Guess they were going to find out, because both were here for a reason [even if he'd been conned] and the crowd was expecting a show. Even old people got their rocks off on this stuff! "Sorry if this hurts..." He said before Enver moved forward and threw the first punch in the lady girl's direction.

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Enver Marshall II has initiated a battle against Dominique. Awaiting outcome.

[Doc]

Doc grinned broadly at Enver, as they briefly locked gazes. He even raised his eyebrows as in an amused fashion mouthing ‘maybe’, at Enver’s silent question.

Doc then called out to Dominique, “Did you see how he looked at you, Minx? I think you need take the old man down! Go for nuts Kid! The nuts! They may be small.. because they are all dried up; You might have to grope a bit to find them.. but when you do.. squeeze hard!”

[Dominique]

You charge Enver Marshall II down and attack them with your bare hands.You pull them off their feet and throw them, breaking their leg.

Sweetheart.  Well, now that was a game changer.So was the presence of the one responsible for her cage fighting debut. Doc’s advice was ringing in her ears as was the anticipation of what the guy with a set of nuts needing cracking was going to do. Raisins came to mind as he went for her and took hold of her shirt while the other hand effectively managed to nearly tear it off her body. In the process a handful of her chest was squeezed. Even if it was not intended she wasn’t about to let it slip by. Her wide eyes narrowed down in warning. Anything but amusement masked her face.

“That was my tit.” She ignored the fabric hanging from her shoulders and the cool air that was caressing her colorful torso. “Now, I have to say the same thing but be truthful about it.”

With the dexterity the young shadow was known to possess in mind blowing amounts she lunged forward and took hold of the actor. Using her strength she jacked him up and lifted him off the ground by the grip of HOPE and LESS on each upper arm. With a no holds barred body slam she sent him to the floor and the crack of a bone was heard loud and clear.

“Not sorry if that hurts.” Minx was ready for him to come back swinging. Her colorful fingers try to organize her shirt. She couldn't resist in keeping with her role. "Just you wait. My Daddy saw what you did."

[Enver Marshall II]

So, he might have underestimated his reach a little bit. A lot. Suddenly, Enver missed and had a hold of her shirt and then he....12 year old lady girl tit! He felt his face slowly blanch at the thought, though he realized at the same time that no 12 year old had tits like that. So maybe she was sixteen. Still. First he was in a fight club arena with a lady kid, trying to beat her up and now he touched her tit? Great! Somehow, somewhere he was going to be known as the movie star pedo who hit girls.

This night could not get any worse. He groaned, and tried to reel away from the lady girl and her 'tit', but she was fast. Very fast. Maybe her young age did help a little bit. ****. He was off the ground and being tossed to it like he was nothing more than a toothpick and Enver both heard and felt his leg bone break.

He hit the ground with his fist, sprung back up and then charged at the lady girl, annoyed he missed, and annoyed she got the best of him in the first round. So, maybe Enver could make an exception on hitting her...or something. He reached both hands out and went for her eye balls, attempting to blind her for the duration of the battle, so the odds were in his favor. Hey, whatever worked to even the odds, right?

You blind Dominique with your spell! They stumble around, their vision severely damaged.