Gonna make you say something....(For Wamts and Indigo.)

John had been on a whirlwind, no scrub that. A rollercoaster of events recently, it all started when he joined Mr Knight and Lucy Grange. They took the artist in, and trained him even further. And it was gruelling to say the least, if you thought Spartans were tough....

But still it had most definitely paid off for the master of creation, he was still a bit wet around the ears. However John was way, way more good in the ring. Submissions were his field, trained on it since day one. Mr Knight was the powerhouse, the guy who could lift virtually any human over his shoulders. Lucy was the fast and nimble striker, the one who made sure you never knew what hit you. And even if you did, it'd still hurt like fuck.

Then came the Tension tag tournament, an event that John knew he'd take part in. Lucy was based in friction, and thus not able to compete. There had been a few critics out there, saying that John was the weakest link of the trio. However Mr Carnaby had proved those naysayers wrong, he had saved his boss not once but twice.

And in the end the best of Britain had triumphed, resulting in John becoming one half of the tension tag team champions. It had barely been a year, and already the artist had claimed gold. Mr Knight had been elated, even if his head was busted open. John didn't come out un-injured from the final battle either, his ribs had been badly bruised. When Yamato tackled him right through the ropes following the artist's superkick to Mariko.

Ryan had gone to Russia with his girlfriend Anampo following the finals, John found it a tad surprising. The paragon of Britain never took days off before, still John reasoned that his boss deserved it. Mr Knight had trusted his right hand man with his place, the lavish apartment.

Lucy came round from time to time, she was more quiet that she usually was though. The master of creation reasoning it was because her Brother wasn't around, sure she liked to troll him. And John as well to a much greater extent, but Mr Carnaby had a pressing matter to attend to.

After winning the tournament John's paycheck had been doubled, it had already been quite ample beforehand. But still this was something else, and the master of creation knew just what to do with it. Spoil a certain girl in his life, the exotic albino Lia Harrison. The woman who John proclaimed to be his muse, it had been difficult spending time with her however. What with his training, and also the fact that they lived in two different cities. And the fact that Friction was just as crazy as Tension could be, if not more so.

But that didn't matter right now! What mattered was that John take Lia out and treat her, he was right now wearing a pair of black jeans and blue and white sneakers. His chest was bare, albeit with white bandages covering his ribs. A precaution by the tension medical staff. He had been sitting in Ryan's chair, always pondering how it might be to sit in the chair of the boss like most employees did.

John got up from the chair, and stuck on some music. And sure enough the song Half the world away by his number one band Oasis began playing, John looked over at the tag titles that the United Kingdom Elite won. Placed above the fireplace with a mirror like sheen, and couldn't help but crack a large grin. He'd just need to wait for Lia to knock on that door, Mr Carnaby sent her directions to the apartment. The artist's grin became larger when he remembered the painting he made for her.

Lia had heard John had won the tag title, and she'd been planning to come over anyways. So here she was, wearing a light dressy outfit that just so happened to be barely a shade darker than her skin. John'd appreciate it, she knew. Holding a small bag or presents in her hand, she walked into the apartment. She hadn't been here since Christmas... And she still owed all of them for those awesome gifts.

The last time she was here, she ended up staying with John a few nights, that had been pretty great. Just a relaxing holiday season without much of the worrying. But then her schedule hit her back hard, and here she was finally back, only months later.

She would gently rap the door, then ring the doorbell. "John?"

John hadn't heard the knock on the door, seeing as how his favourite band's songs were playing at this point. The artist was recalling the time he spent with Lia over the holidays, it had been well deserved to be perfectly honest. They just....loafed about doing nothing, it was moments like that one had to like the most. In places where crazy stuff happened in an even crazier country, stuff like that was downright homey in comparison.

Although John heard the doorbell, and the tune that it played. It was Lucy who insisted on it of course, but truth be told John had to find the actual song to be quite catchy indeed. And then he heard his name being called.

In an instant John turned Oasis off, and then promptly dashed across the room to the door. The artist then swung it open to reveal Lia standing there, John drew a quiet and sharp breath in. Taking the chance to admire the dress that she put on, it was nearly the same colour as her skin. The master of creation took the chance to look her up and down quickly before saying "Hello my darling Lia!!!!"

John wrapped his arms around Lia, one hand going up to stroke her hair while he kissed her neck. The artist gave a happy sigh, after all the hard fought battles. During which he had been smacked around plenty, it felt good to finally get some time off. Still though John didn't hug Lia too closely, not because he didn't want to. But it's just his ribs still hurt a bit, although still if it was Lia crushing them then that might have been somewhat appealing.

"Please come in! Man things have been so, so chaotic. Everything's just been....wow. But look there, I'm one half of the tension tag champions. Fate has blessed me I believe!" John said as he let Lia into the apartment. Only once she entered John would scoop Lia up into his arms and carry her to the couch, his ribs might not be too good but his arms were just fine.

The door swung open quickly, revealing a bandage-clad John. "Hey John!" Lia said, when he kissed her before even going inside! Not that she minded of course, it'd been sooo long since last time. She wished she'd been there for his big win, but for whatever reason, it couldn't happen. "Whoa there, shouldn't a mummy be taking things a little more slowly?" jokes the silvery-haired gal, deciding not too squeeze him too hard, on account of his doctor-mandated attire.

She didn't need to ask how he got so wrapped up, just watching that fight on the screen made her cringe each time someone smashed someone else - especially John, of course. "I can see that, the evidence is still wrapped around your chest! But yeah, you definitely earned that title. It'd suck if you got this busted up and all you got to show for it was a stay in the hospital." Lia followed him inside, barely enough time to close the door behind her when he lifted her off her feet! "Hah... I think I'm the luckier one, I get to be with the big strong champion, and you're stuck with just plain me!"

"Mummy?! Why I'm still young and hip dammit!!" John retorted, but still he was just happy to have Lia with him. The sight of her warmed the heart, made the artist forget about his worries for the time being. So much could happen down the line, considering who the master of creation might defend the belts against alongside his boss.

But that could all wait, what was important now was Lia. It was time to relax and enjoy the time he had to spend with her. Her comment about what could have happened had the United Kingdom Elite not won in the finals made John pause for a second, but he then quickly smiled and said "Well I'm sure you'd visit me, man if I could get you in a nurse outfit...."

Once John had been settled on the couch, with Lia sitting on his legs the artist would take the chance to look down and up her once more. Before happily sighing and saying "Mon dieu Lia, your beautiful. Today I plan to treat you, life has been harsh. But now I intend to make my darling muse happy." before kissing Lia's neck and up to her lips.

"Hah, a nurse outfit?" Lia laughed, imagining herself wearing one of those silly cosplay outfits... well, there was SOME merit to the idea. "What, you want a check-up now?" Lia ran her hand over his chest, pushing down on it slightly, just making sure that it'd be safe to put some weight on it.

The Canadian was sitting on his lap, looking down at John's handsome face. "Well, if you're gonna say that... I certainly look forward to today... mmm!" She pressed herself against him, chest against chest and lips against lips... it was only a short kiss, but it felt much longer than the second that passed. "If it's your job to keep the title... it'll be my job to keep the title keeper..." That didn't quiiite make sense, but that was okay.

John felt Lia run her hand over his toned chest, the pressure she was putting on was no big deal. In fact the artist quite enjoyed it, like there was an imprint of her touch there or something like that. And when he was feeling down John could just do the same thing and think of Lia, or something like that to that effect.

"Hrmm, sadly the Doctors said no strenuous activity. Not for a wee bit at least, too bad I suppose." the artist made a pouty face, the kiss was short. But still John enjoyed it, Lia felt quite natural to him now. The master of creation thinking of her as like Eve from the garden.

Her little joke made John laugh ever so slightly, he let out a small purring noise in the back of his neck. Followed by the artist muttering "Oh dear, you always seem to find the words to put me at ease and make me feel well. Keep the title keeper eh? How about I turn myself into a teddy bear for you to carry around then hm? And then you may sprout the wings that I know you have my darling cherub, and fly away with me till we dance on the starts in space." one hand of John's was trailing down to Lia's legs and the other playfully spanked her backside.

John was as artistic with his words as he was with his painting. The extra flowering up was something she just liked, and John probably knew it. "Ah, well there are plenty of things we can do that aren't too strenuous..." Lia said, pretending to be a little let down at the idea. Well, it wasn't like she had planned to be rolling around with him on the bed all the time... although that didn't sound too bad either.

"Turn into a teddy bear? Well, you'd be abandoning any chances of defending your belt... Are you saying you would let Ryan go 2 on 1 so I could hug you?" Lia asked with a bit of a teasing tone, which became a rather delighted squeal when he slapped her rear. "Sounds a little selfish to me... but you would definitely be making the right choice." She laughed, answering her question for him.

John let out a small chuckle at Lia's comments, she could always keep his sprits up. The artist could recall the time where they spent the holidays just doing nothing, he recalled each inch of her body and the softness of her skin. Lia was an albino, it was something that John couldn't help but find exotic. Add to that her heart of gold and it was a great combination.

But now it was time to go out, and celebrate with that in mind John would say "My boss would be fine, the guy squats up hills with a truck tire on his back. Not to mention he brings an antique rapier to the ring, you know the fencing blade. But anyway my dear, time to go and have some adventures. Let me just get a shirt."

Somewhat reluctantly John got Lia off his lap, and stood up to grab a white shirt on a nearby table. His trademark blue leather trenchcoat was flung over the table's chair, which John also donned as well. The artist would then beckon Lia close to him, after he held her hand John would say "My dear I shall treat you today, like the darling angel that you are. Let us go." opening the door to allow Lia into the hallway with John locking it after he left.

Ryan fending off a bunch of wrestlers with a fencing blade... the mental image was as funny as it sounded. "I think the ref might have something to say about that."

But it seemed like they were heading out already. It sounded like he had something big planned, so Lia couldn't help but be curious about what it would be. "Aw, already? Alright, lead the way!" she let him lift her back onto her feet, leaving the small bag on the table.