"Waiting For Trouble" Lobo Vs. Mich (For Meepo90)

It was around 12:23 p.m. when Lobo left the Sex Wars arena on that sunny saturday afternoon. He had been scheduled to have a match that day, but to his dissapointment; Lobo's opponent no showed. Having nothing left for Lobo to do, he was given the day off, which the Luchador decided to spend by taking it easy and lazily laying under a tree on The Grounds, removing his leather jacket and placing it gently to the side of him, now wearing nothing but a plain red t-shit, Blue Jeans, and a pair of sneakers as he rested his head against the tree, laying in the shade, watching the clouds go by.

Yes, Lobo knew he was sitting on Girls Territory but he really didnt care. In truth Lobo wanted someone to try and take him on and end his boredom. This moment of quiet peacfullness wasn't really cutout for Lobo and he knew that; he was silently waiting for trouble. Still he'd try his best to relax and take a nap if he could.

"Maybe it's too much of a good day to fight at all..." Ponderd Lobo, as he lazily stared at the clouds that drifted in the bright blue sky, already starting to slowly doze off.

By the time Mich had approached Lobo, he had already fallen fast asleep under the tree; laying comfortably in the spring weather, practically snoring. Lobo then heard a voice not too far away from him. He began to stir and slowly opened his drowzy eyes to see the blurry figure before him. "....I am now...." He yawned, asuming the person infront of him was a young boy until his vision finally cleared up to discover a young girl instead, and a cut one at that. Lobo couldnt help but be slightly surprised, blinking twice as he looked up at Mich smiling down at him.

"....uhhh..... Hi... Can I help you?" Lobo asked nervously, scratching his head.

"It's fine, dont worry about it." Lobo mutterd, still yawning a bit under the tree. "Nice to meet ya Mich... My name's Lobo; that means Wolf in Spanish." Lobo replied with a small friendly grin.

"I know I shouldnt be here... this is 'Your' territory after all, but I know how to take care of myself... " Lobo spat with slight arrogant annoyance towards Mich's warning.

"No... I don't know anybody here named Jacob; and I cant help you... Sorry..." Mutterd Lobo somewhat politely, not in the mood to go searching for this 'Jacob' person.

Lobo's daw dropped open a bit as Mich suddenly went from a nice, sweet girl, to an angry and scorned woman, who was now demanding Lobo leave The Grounds, and the expression on her face showed she wasn't kidding around.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!! What the hell's gotten into you!?" Lobo stammerd in a bit of confusion, not knowing why Mich's attitude had swifted so suddenly. "Don't tell me you were acting all sweet to try and get me to find your little boyfriend!! I said I couldnt help you!!" Lobo yelled back at Mich before slowly rising to his feet.

"But you're right... Im not in the mood to help you... But im not leaving the grounds... Don't like it? Then do something about it." Lobo mutterd back at Mich, looking her in the eyes with an attitude of his own.

"Pfft... We'll see about that..." Lobo said with a smirk, removing his t-shirt and tossing it beside his leather jacket that layed under the tree, leaving just Jeans, Fingerless Gloves, and Sneakers.

"I'll say it again... I dont even know this Jacob kid... But if that how you wanna play missy... Suit yourself..." Lobo mutterd with a small smirk under his lips before scoping out Mich's body for a brief moment as he removed her jacket. He didnt plan on losing to this girl who just wouldnt listen. Lobo would then step into his fighting stance, looking Mich in the eyes, waiting for her to make the 1st move.