"The End Of Phea" - Lobo Vs. Phe-Phe Le'onards (For MrsIffy)

Master of Puppets by Metallica began to play as Lobo made his way to the ring in front of a sold out crowd. The american born luchador would casually walk down the ramp with a stern look on his face, ignoring the cheers and booes that would echo around him. Lobo would slide into the ring, wearing a pair of boot-cut blue jeans, sneakers, Fingerless gloves, and a red a t-shirt under a leather jacket. Lobo would soon remove the jacket and shirt as he approached his corner, hanging them on the ring post just outside the ring.

The young Luchador would then prop himseld against the turnbuckle in his corner and await the arival of his opponent, not knowing he who had been booked to face; he'd try not to care though and would simply cross his arms with a business like exterior on his face, determined to win this match against his opponent, no matter who they were.

------------------BACKSTAGE-----------------------

Ok, so what if I she hadn't read the sign on the door and noticed that she actually mistook the Men's Restroom as the entrance to the ring? Instead of hearing the cheers of her many fans, Phe gets treated to the cusses from many angry men and sounds of urine hitting the toilet bowls.

"Get out of here, bitch! Nasty ass hoe!"

"Yeah, get out!"

"Whoops Sorry!"

Phe covers her eyes and turns around before another man calls out from behind.

"%^& me, please!"

"EEEW NO!"

That last comment was more then enough to cause her storming out the facilities. What's worse than seeing a group of nude men in one bathroom? Why, a group of men in one bathroom...with very poor aim.

"Ugh, disgusting..."

Attempting to protect herself from seeing anymore disturbing views, Phe covers her eyes and attempts to walk the rest of the way to the ring. Sure, to the onlookers watching her, she looked like a complete dumbass, but hey, she REALLY REALLY didn't want to see any more guys peeing. Made sense, right?

---------------THE RING------------------------

"Aaaaand in this corner....we have......Pheeeee....Leonards!!!!!"

The crowd's cheers quickly died off as soon as they witnessed a dumb looking blonde, walking down the ramp with one hand over her eyes.

"Is everyone done peeing? Are they?"

Phe was reluctant to peek out, but when she uncovered her eyes, she was already standing in the ring...much to her relief.

Lobo couldnt help but raise an eyebrow as he witnessed his opponent make her way to the ring, while covering her eyes up; embaressment and disgust obviously written upon her face. Lobo couldnt help but want to ask what was going on, but at the same time he didnt want to know... Alot of crazy things tend to happen in Sex Wars, and somtimes it's best to just not ask and keep walking.

"Ummm... Are you ok?" Lobo would ask, scratching his head nervously. His business like attitude now faded away.

Phe took a rather long time to get herself sorted out. Her eyes...they burned heavily from the golden, yellow rivers of foulness that she had to witness. " title="Mad" />

"Ugh...pee....piss...pee and piss EVERYWHERE!" " title="Evil or Very Mad" />

*DING*DING*DING*

"Eh?"

Her moment of soliloquy had been torn by the sounds of the bell. Once she gathered her wits, she noticed a rather handsome looking Man-Fuck-Meat-Stick standing there in boot-cut jeans. Usually, upon seeing this, Phe would quickly shift into Slut Mode, but after having her mind poisoned and tainted with horrible images backstage....yeah...it took her a while.

Lobo's eyes began to twitch as Phe seemed to be spazing out while muttering something about urine; prompting Lobo to simply... Just not ask...

Lobo couldnt help but think he was going to have some trouble from his opponent; not because of her odd attitude, but because of her those ample bodied features she would carry upon her pefectly shaped body that left little to the imagination of any normal man. Lobo honestly wasnt sure if he should be happy that he had sucha gorgeous opponent, or upset at the fact that he would have to force himself to remained focused on winning more than anything else.

The bell rang; and the Luchador let out a deep breath before he kicked into fighting mode in an instant. "Better be ready!" He yelled across the ring, trying to get serious again before rushing at Phe as she stood in her corner, trying to push her back into it.

"Sigh, fucking piss...maybe I would be better off switching over to being a lesbian...atleast they dont make a mess in the bathro--WHOOOP!"

Knocked out of her thoughts again, Phe was pinned to the turnbuckle in a loud, breast jittering, bang!

"Agh! F-fuck!"

Darn, that was her back! That hurt! She had to go through several operations plus a grueling recovery program after that Car Crash at the Indy 5000 (See bio), you know!
With one eye open, Phe took a moment to size you up. Then suddenly, she bagan to lick the top roof of her mouth with her tongue. A silent gesute spoke alot of Phe's thoughts about this guy. He certainly knew how to dress, and from this position, he definatly smelled good as well.

"A little foward, aren't we? What's your name?"

Phe asked, forgetting about the pain...and the piss " title="Laughing" />

Lobo's eyes would shift to Phe's ample breasts bouncing upon her impact into the turnbuckle, growing confident that he could obtain an early lead quite easily.

Lobo would quickly close the gap between him and Phe, Pressing his arm against her while she hung in the corner to hold her there, as his hand rested at the bridge between her shoulder and the top right part of her sternum. He'd then lock eyes with her as he raised his hand up, as if ready to deliver an overhand chop.

A devilish smirk would creep along Lobo's face as witnessed Phe examine him before getting 'that look' in her eye. Lobo's breath would then grow heavy as he watched Phe seductively lick her lips; that silent gesutre alone was already getting the Luchador flushed as he stood in the corner, still holding Phe in the corner, dispite letting off his pressure a bit.

"They... Uhhh.... They call me Lobo.... It means Wolf in Spanish..." Lobo would mutter, forgetting about the match... and the odd things regarding piss he had heard.

"And you are..?"

Spanish?
Oooh, A Man From Another Land, is he? Lobo...hmm...what a name for such a strapping young man. It made Phe wish that she had taken a shower just before the match, though. I guess the Pepsi flavored lotion that she applied this morning just had to do, right?

Phe will smile and quickly use your distraction to leap from the corner and end up in the center of the ring...if Lobo allowed her to.

If she succeeds, the crowd will "Ooooh" and Aaaaah" at her sudden display of acrobatics. One of them standing in the audience would even yell out "Bullshit! Bitch cant fly!" amongst everyone else.

Phe parts her legs, brings up her fists throws her hair to one side and smirks.

"Well, then, Lobo...now that the bell rung, I guess its time to GOGO, you know, bro!?"

Lobo's eyes shot open with surprise as Phe suddenly leaped out of his grasp, onto the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring with one fluid motion. "Gah Damn..." Lobo mutterd to himself, a bit stupified from Phe's amazing agility.

A Wide wolfy grin then came upon Lobo's lips as he watched Phe's movements in the center of the ring; whistling as she flicked up her hair to throw it to the other side. "Sexy..." Mutterd Lobo before bringing his hands up in guard.

"I think im gonna have alot of of Fun with you..." He said smirking, before he quickly approached her, trying to get Phe into a basic lockup.

Yeah, that's right...cum over here to momma you muy guapa hispanic, you!"

With one finger beckoning to come closer to her Web of Doom, Phe stands there and watches you approach her. Once you attempt for a lockup, Phe will step in with one leg, spin around and launch a kick with the blade of her heel aimed at his midsection. If it connected, Phe will point and shout

"Feel my Tornado Heel Blade Kick, hombre!"