Mike looking for his room (for MrsIffy)

Not only she didn't tell him her name, she laughed her ass off in his face!

She then started shouting stuff like happily crazy in a foreign language, that seemed french, but he didn't get a word of what she was saying. "Whatever she's sayin'... can't be good for my health...." he thought.

And then came the kicker. Not only anything that happened to him since he arrived was casual, he was going to have to fight for his freedom in a type of match in wich he had no experience, in a hostile environment that was specially prepared for this encounter, and on top of that it was against a stunning hot chick dressed to kill, from whom he couldn't take his eyes off... "Focus mate! Focus!" at least on the "bright side", she seemed to be as much a rookie to this type of match as he was....

Then those voices again... that now were clear to be of a man trapped in her closet! Or a defective liability as the girl put it. "Don't mind him, huh? Yeah right...." thought Mike as she started speaking about his future slavery status... like it should be no big deal for him! Matter of fact, she was selling it like the best thing that could happen to him "I wonder if it comes with a pension plan and all..." thought Mike sarcastically, starting to get pissed.

"Yeah Mike, how was your first day in AWF? Well, let's see. Flight got delayed. Got tricked by two bitches. One of them got away without paying the rounds and threw me in the wrong direction, making me wander for ages to end up going straight into the second one, who lured me into her den to set me up into a match, and by the way, did I mention that SHE WANTS ME TO BECOME HER SLAVE!.. oh yeah, still don't know where my stuff is.... so, apart from that, a pretty nice day" this monologue kind of made it clear that he was indeed, pissed.

"How can I refuse?" now looking back at her, having a hard time keeping it cool. "Well sister... this bloke tends to enjoy his freedom pretty much. So if ya want me, you've gotta earn it for good... I ain't coming cheap ya know!"

"At least not without a fight" he thought.

"So.... since it looks I'm gonna loose whether it's my freedom or my credit card, can this seemingly doomed aussie at least get to know his opponent's name?" Tilting his head a bit to one side and opening his arms as he said so. He always liked to know the names of the ones up against him, specially like now, since it's got quite personal.

"Name? Name? Well-"

"FUCKING BITCH! OPEN UP THIS DOOR! I WANT OUT!" The man interrupted, but Phe only continued to ignore the pleading man.

"You can call me "Queen". "Queen" is my name..."

"DAMN WRONG IT AINT YA BITCH!"

"Tais-toi, gros ÃlÃphant!! Je vais vous la peau, vivante et vous nourrir les chiens!!!"

Phe snarled with heat in her tone. The loud angry voice from the closet piped down for a moment. Maybe the guy had finally got the message...but wait...what's that? Is that.....sobbing?

"P-please....m-man...*sniff*...if you listening out there....just open the door, dude! PLEASE!"

It sounded as if the man was asking Mike to open up the door and free him! what would Mike do now? From the look on Phe's face, she doesnt seem to budging in the slightest. She only rolled her eyes and scoffed under her breath with her arms crossed. Was it even worth helping him? Who knows what kind of guy was actually behind her door?

"Please man....don't let this witch KILL ME! *Sniff* I need my freedom, dude!"

Queen she said. "Well that's unusual..." he thought, and when the closet voice shouted, it seemed that apparently it wasn't her real name. "Shit, well... better than nothin' I guess... may as well get it out from her later".

In that moment the voice started... sobbing. The guy inside looked like as he was asking Mike for freedom, making the girl roll her eyes in frustration.
Mike was unsure about what to do.... in normal terms he would probably help out the guy... but now he analyzed the situation, and even if he opened up, they would still be locked up in the dorm. Plus, he already had been tricked TWICE today, not wanting to make it a third since he didn't know who the guy was, and if it was all another freakin trap... he decided not to risk it.

"Sorry mate! Looks like I have ma hands full right now, don't get me wrong, but I don't know ya, and already been tricked enough for one day! So I ain't risking it buddy!"

Phe's look of disapproval flipped over into a bright smile just as she heard that Mike wasn't going to help. That's a good boy. Don't go snooping around in another person's room. Gawd knows Phe, herself, wouldn't.

"Well...if you're not going free me...*sniff*...can I atleast have a napkin...and by that I mean ALOT of napki-"

"-Don't even bother giving him any, Mike. People like him don't deserve anything"

She rudely cuts him off. The shapely woman then clapped with her hands twice, and suddenly, a distintive sound of Reggea music came on. In the instant the steel drums and the voice of a man singing in his patios began to sound off through the surrounding speakers, Phe's expression twisted in confusion. Apparently, she wasn't expecting this type of music.

"What the HEELLL IS THAT!?" The male captive shouted. Even the loser trapped in the closet was surprised. Phe, on the other hand, just shrugged it off, proceeded to stretch out her limbs and throw her fists up; one waist level, and the next one right below her chin.

"Music to fight to, you know? Honestly, if I had it my way, it'd be Opera or something. Buuut, this will have to do. Anytime you're ready, BITCH!"

At first it seemed as if Phe was talking to Mike with that very last comment, but then it was clear that she was speaking to the prisoner, instead.

"Oh, and by the way, Mike, meet referee James Wood--the bozo in the closet. He'll be watching us from in there. Now, do it, James!! Hurry!"

"Fine....*sniff*...uhhh...Phe'aniques Le'onards vs Mike Wallace...win by Handcuffs....*sniff*...one point only...*sniff*.....ding-ding-ding"

It was when James made the bell ringing sounds with his voice alone, it signaled that now was time to start the eagerly awaited match. Phe--er, uh...Queen vs Mike Wallace! What will become of Mike by the end of the match? Will he end up being lucky and score with cinnamon skinned fighter, or will she end up lucky and Mike will have to buy her some new shoes?

If the situation wasn't awkward enough, when the girl clapped her hands... Reggae music came out all over the room. "What are the odds...." he thought.

Not wasting any more time on the music selection, he saw the beauty rising her fists getting herself ready to fight. He then decided to get ready as well, pulling his t-shirt sleeves right up, revealing his full arms just when she introduced him to the dude in the closet... that was... no other than a freaking ref! "Say what?" Mike was quite surprised by that. "This is serious mate..."

The trapped ref announced the match and the names of the combatants, revealing that the curvy girl's name wasn't Queen after all. "Phe'aniques Le'onards..." repeated Mike just before James made the bell ringing sounds, then he rose up his fists, his left in front of his collarbone and his right by his cheek, lowering his body and advancing cautious towards his stunning opponent.

"Nice name ya got there missy!" he said before throwing a quick jab at her, just trying to see her reaction rather than doing any real damage. "That's it mate, focus on the fight, not on her!" thought to himself.

Mike looked like he had assumed a stance of a boxer; with his upper body stooped low and his fists raised as to better protect his face.

"So, you've been struck in that cute face of yours before, am I right?"

Phe weaved her head out of the jab's direction and used his pre-emptive attack as a means of getting in close to Mike. With a stance like his, even after a quick jab, Mike had enough protection to prevent any harm done to his upper body. So instead of attacking head on, Phe decided to move in for a clinch, wrapping her arms around the back of his head--if he allowed her.

One thing though, is that Phe should've been more properly dressed for a fight like this. Her nightgown had a neckline that ran deep enough for the man to get an eyefull of, especially if Phe managed to get in that close to clinch with him.

If Phe's clinch worked, then she will then launch a sharply aimed knee-strike to the man's midsection.

"Hiyaaah!"

"You could say that" said Mike answering her question, right before Phe swiftly eluded the jab and moved in close real fast, trying to wrap her arms around the back of his head.

And just when Mike was about prevent her from doing it, she had gotten close enough for him to get a full insight of her cinnamon skinned body thanks to the generous neckline of her outfit. "The fight, mate! Focus on the fight!" were his thoughts as she was able to clinch with him, getting even closer, throwing a sharp knee to his stomach.... so much for focusing, right?

Since Mike's mind was busy trying to pull it together, his reflexes had to take control this time hardening his abs in the last second, trying to absorb as much of the impact as possible.

Even so, her knee landed right on target "Ughff!" came out from the blonds mouth, getting a bit winded from the hit. "Damn she's fast!" he thought trying to get free and stumble back getting some room between them to regroup, one hand nursing his gut, the other still on guard.

"T-that was a pretty cleavag-... a pretty clever move..."

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Just as her knee hit its mark, Phe quickly glanced from Mike's abs up to his face, just to steal a quick look of what it looked like when such a handsome man was in pain.

"Ughff!'? That's all you can say, huh?"

Phe licked the roof of her mouth and panted near his face as she spoke.

"Next time, you should try moaning more. It'll sound hotter...."

It would seem as if Phe was refusing to let go of the clinch. Her hands remain wrapped around the back of his neck and while Mike tried to step back, Phe actually stepped foward with him as to remain locked. What would the handomse, strapping lad do, now? Will he remain in the clinch or find a way free?
If Mike remained in the clinhe, Phe would spring her knee upwards to strike the same area again. Unless, the man managed to slip out.

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As he tried to step away, she stepped forward with him, keeping a firm grip behind his head.

Phe panted as she spoke, close enough to his face for him to feel her warm breath.... "W-what? M-moanNNnnghhhhhmmmmmnnnhhhh....!" were his words as her knee sunk deep into his gut mid-sentence, winding him, and bending him over a bit.

He got nailed pretty good this time, the pain stinging and pushing him to get out of there asap.

Gritting his teeth and using his already bending motion, he would try to move fast, ducking and sliding back in order to slip away and out of her grasp, putting some distance between them "-Cough-, -cough-... Shiieettt-t..." with one hand on his stomach.... that is, of course, if she allowed him to.

The big man slipped out of her clinch as smoothe as bacon grease. She was a little surprised though; she thought Mike would've been able to take some more "loving".

"Fine. I'll let you go this time...."

Phe said simply. There wasn't any heat in her tone, nor she looked concerned that her target had gotten away from her clutches.

"You've got a good stance, though. I like that. Not for a moment have I doubted you..."

As sly, conniving, bitchy and foul Phe was, she was actually telling the truth. Or was she just talking out of that big, round ass of hers? Regardless, the match was still on, and there was only one thing on Phe's cunning mind at this point. With a swift hair-toss over her shoulder, Phe raised her fists once more, shuffles her feet and, finally, ends it with blowing a charming kiss to the man, who was probably still trying to regain his breath that had been stolen from him.

"Ready for another go? Or are you out of breath? Remind me to take care of that for you, later, my future slave!"