Risqué Rendezvous (For Darius)

"Haaahnn~" Sena Iwakura would let out as she would stretch her arms out, walking through the backstage hallways of the Friction building. She was wearing what she would usually wear in the ring. A white dress shirt, buttoned down to where her large cleavage was showing quite a bit, the first button done being almost just below her breasts, along with a gray plaid skirt, knee high black socks, and dress shoes. Sticking out from her cleavage was what seemed to be a generous stack of money, filled with hundreds as she flaunted it.

"Hmmmm..hope this lives up to my expectations." Sena would let out before she would yawn slightly. She found herself quite bored recently, trying to find things to do around the AFW facilities. The matches she's been scheduled were nice, and she's enjoyed them quite a bit, but she wanted more. She really wanted to test herself and in turn try and accomplish something that would give her the most enjoyment. So she studied up, and found exactly the answer she was looking for.

Finally making it to her destination, she would stand before the door to the office of Sarah Gatt, leader of the Gatt Attack. Most people would come here ordering a hit of some sorts, and it seemed like they were THE girls to go to for things like that. Nodding her head, Sena would let out another yawn before observing the door a bit. A grin appeared on her face before she would reach down for the handle. She wanted to feel the presence of what she was looking for right when she walked in, and her anticipation rose by the second.

Without knocking or any warning of her entry, Sena would turn the knob and open the door wide, a large grin still on her face. "Iiiiim here~" Sena would say, holding out her arms and exaggerating her words, announcing her arrival even though she hadn't notified anybody before. She acted as if she was being expected, however that wasn't the case at all. It would just seem like a random barging in on Sena's part.

The office of the Gatt Attack where most deals with the infamous gang were made was in fact in reality once a supply closet Sarah had cleared out. With a desk set up in the room as well as many other of Sarah's personal effects (posters, television, etc.) it served its purpous well enough for the Gatt Attack leader.

Currently the fearsome woman herself was sitting behind her desk as she usually did, boots propped up on the table, playing with her PSP. "Fucking panda," Sarah muttered, apparently playing a fighting game and losing pretty badly. "Teach you be an asshoole." But just as Sarah nearly defeated said panda, the door swung open, and Sarah nearly jumped in surprise. "The fuck-?" Sarah said in surprise, and then the tell tale music of her character dieing sounded on the PSP. She glared at the device, then at the person who would dare interupt.

"You better have a good fucking reason for being here," Sarah growled in a menacing tone, fixating the mystery girl with a fearsome glare.

"Oh??" Sena would let out as she would hear the music from the girl's PSP. It was pretty clear the music signified the death of Gatt's character on the game, and Sena would bring her hand up to her mouth, covering it in an exaggerated surprise. "Oh I'm sorry, was that my fault?" Sena would say with a slight slow laugh at the end.

While she was putting on her usual ways, Sena couldn't deny the fact that Gatt's glare felt like it was burning through her. While she's not intimidated by much, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't slightly intimidated by the fearsome look that Gatt was giving her. "You must be the leader then, I'm sure I'm not mistaken on that one. Don't worry I have quite the good reason to be here." Sena would say, her grin reappearing as she would strut further into the room, closing the door behind her as she did. She would raise up her arms and clasp her hands behind her head as she walked towards Gatt's desk, stopping just slightly in front of it.

"But you know, don't you want to relax a bit? It's not the reason I came but, I would be glad to..assist you in doing so." Sena would say, pretty sure in the back of her mind that her usual attitude and words wouldn't affect Sarah like it did the girls that she's faced in the ring so far, but she couldn't help herself. Placing her hands on the edge of Sarah's desk, she would lean in a bit.

"You think...you could handle my assistance? It's quite good, not to brag or anything...of course if you're not into that then we can just get to business, but that's just boring don't you think?"

Sarah's glare on the girl only intensified on the girl as she strolled into her office like she owned the place. So far the time before she beat the girl into a paste was decreasing by the second as the girl walked about. Her attitude was one Sarah didn't exactly appreciate. It was the sugery sweetness in her words that made Sarah want to smash her face in. Some personalities didn't mix and Sarah was expereincing that right now, She didn't say a word as she set herself before her desk, still keeping her green-eyed glare on her until she finally shut up.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth down your throat," Sarah growled, not responding in the least to her advances. "Now unless you're a hooker someone sent to me as a joke, why don't you tell me what you want?"

"Oh, well, we wouldn't want that then huh?" Sena would say in response to Sarah's words. While her attitude might not be showing it, Sarah's threats definitely struck Sena. She knew the girl would probably follow up on what she was threatening, so it looked like she'd have to wait to have her fun. Although, the thrill running through her from Sarah's instant refusal to her words and actions couldn't be ignored, and Sena couldn't help but get slightly irked when the girl compared her to a hooker. But she held back, she didn't want to start such a confrontation here.

"Fine fine, you'll come back to me asking for it one day I'm sure." Sena would say before she would take her hands off the girl's desk and stand up straight. "I know you and your group are the best right? To be honest, the way the two twins in your group operate have caught my interest quite a bit. I'm sure this is usual fare for you, but I want someone...taken out I guess you could say. By those two of course. Let them have their fun, however they'd like. I'm sure this would cover such a transaction."

Sena would remove the stack of cash from her cleavage and slap it down on the desk. "That stuff means nothing to me anyways. It's quite well worth this."

Sarah rolled her eyes at the woman's persistance, and would have thrown her out of here with a broken jaw if she hadn't said she was here to do business. The reputation of the Gatt Attack had grown quite a bit since Sarah started. Word of the deeds her people did on behalf of others quickly spread throughout the league, leaving many to wonder if they should embrace their darker side and have someone taken down a few pegs.

Now that she had stated why she was here Sarah actually now listened to the woman's request. Her wanting Nha and Sha was hardly surprising. The twins were the best hit-women Sarah had. Their ruthless efficiency in dispatching their opponants was something to be admired. If a client wanted someone really beaten down, Sarah sent Nha and Sha, short of doing the job herself.

When the money wad was thrown on the table Sarah raised an intrigued eyebrow. She picked up the money and started slipping through it, finding there to be quite a bit. The Queen of Brawl smiled for the first time since Sena came in. "Congradulations," Sarah chuckled. "You just hired the Gatt Attack."

"Good! That's what I wanted to hear. I trust that your twins will do a fine job. I'll be expecting to get my money's worth on this one." Sena would say, grinning widely as she would cross her arms under her breasts. That went just as easy as Sena would have hoped for. She gave her what she wanted and now she's going to get what she wants. Nodding her head, Sena would turn and pace around the room slightly.

"Nooow, as for their...'target'. I feel I should let you know, this girl will be quite aware of what is coming to her. She'll be expecting it so it won't be a random attack. I hope that doesn't change anything." Sena would say, turning to Gatt at the end of her statement as she walked back towards the desk. "And let me tell you this. Your girls will be dealing with quite the target, troublesome to say the least. She's quite the sexy one...dominant...strong...persistant...and of course enjoys having the very most..'fun' that she can have."

Grinning widely, Sena would pull a picture out of her skirt pocket and place it down on Sarah's desk, sliding it forward to her. The picture was of her, Sena Iwakura, standing still with her arms crossed, wearing the same that she was wearing as she stood in front of Sarah's desk. Sena looked down at the picture and up at Sarah with a wide grin still on her face. "In the ring...as soon as they are ready." She would say, her eyes locked on Sarah as she grinned.

Sarah was still counting through the money as Sena listed the details of her target before she placed in her jeans pocket. Part of wondered how Sena's toarget would know she was coming, but in reality it wouldn't matter. Whether she was aware of what was coming or not the result would be the same.

"Pfft, whoever she is my girls will take care off her no problem," Sarah assured with a confident grin. Sena may think highly of this girl but Sarah's group had taken down some of the AFWs most powerful. One more wouldn't give them much trouble.

When the picture was slapped down Sarah immediately took it. "Now, we can have this done quickly and quietly, with an extra amount of-" Sarah suddenly stopped in her explaining when she saw just who she was looking at in this picture. Her eyes narrowed. "Is this supossed to be some kind of joke?" she growled, for the picture was of the woman standing before her, Sena Iwakura. "You're paying us to attack....yourself?"

Sena's grin would widen and she would let out a small laugh at Sarah's reaction to the photo. She would nod her head, placing her hands on her hips as she let out a sigh. "That's right. Shouldn't be too much trouble right? I mean, now that you know exactly what I look like up close, it shouldn't be too hard for the twins. Of course, it's not like they'll need to be searching. I'll be waiting for our...match." Sena would say, clearly getting excited with each word she was saying.

"Oh and by the way, as for what you said earlier, that's not what I want. Quickly and quietly...That's not what I'm paying you for. I want them to..take their job with pleasure. They can do it as slow as they want. I want to...see what they are made of. If anything It's really just boredom talking. There isn't much else to do around here really. I'd like to...test my work on them." Sena would say as she would walk to the side of the desk, pulling herself up onto it, sitting down.

"Before I go though, Miss Gatt, may I ask you a question?" Sena would say, leaning towards her as if it was a secret. "Tell me, are you a gambling woman? I'd like to make a bet with you, one that I know you wouldn't be able to pass up. Depending on how you look at it it could be a win for you either way...maybe. Are you interested in hearing?"

Sarah couldn't beleive what she was hearing here. What she thought would be a simple mission to beat someone up had just become a lot more strange. The woman in front of her was actually paying the Gatt Attack, one of the more brutal groups of the AFW, to fight her in a match. And a handicap match at that. It was incredibly stupid in her opinion. Did Sena expect them to go easy on her just because she payed them? She'd be in for a nasty surprise if that was the case.

Sarah was still pretty much speechless at this turn of events when Sena brought something else to her attention. "A bet?" Sarah repeated, raising another eyebrow. This was getting more and more interesting by the moment. Sarah slowly stood from her chair, pressed her hands against the desk and leaned in closer to Sena. "What did you have in mind?"