Proving Oneself

Macon was under the firm belief that he was puppeteering this whole arrangement, that he was the one in control. It hadn't even been a thought in his mind that Nadia was the one using her wiles to lure him into a trap where he was most comfortable. He would have gladly been up for any other match, but Nadie just screamed for his more primal desires, especially at the moment.

Dr. Love turned quite the shade of red as she placed her index finger on his lower lip. He was almost hesitant to answer, but at the same time he wanted to scream the response. "We can start as soon as we're there. I'm only a few blocks away," he said with his cool composure nearly gone at this point.

The brunette smiled as she heard Dr.Love's words. She could feel his composure was cracking from the way he blushed at her touch. Without a doubt, this man would make a wonderful plaything, or so Nadia thought. However, there was something she felt like checking first, as her hand slowly tracing down from his chin into his chest, and went further down his groin. With a naughty smile, Nadia would lightly cup her hand around Dr Love's crotch to feel his package.

Mmm, this seems like a keeper, she thought to herself before pulling her hand away. "Alright, handsome. Lead the way," she would say in a sensual manner.

Once Dr. Love began to walk, she would follow him from behind.

The Doctor was indeed slowly losing all composure as the rather skilled Nadia continued to manipulate him like putty in her hands. All the while she was doing so, he was just thinking to himself how he doesn't want to screw this up. Sure this was going to be a match, but to him this felt like it was something special. Little did he know that she saw him as nothing more than a plaything.

Not even as she trailed her hand slowly down his body did the thought occur to him. His face turned scarlet as she cupped her hand around his member. Was this for real? He knew there were rather up-front women in Tension, but this was definitely one of his first encounters with such.

Stunned momentarily and speechless, Macon had seemed to forget where he was. He seemed to be lost for a good minute before snapping out of it. Closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly, he stammered his words, "Um r-right...right this way." He said as he lead the way to his apartment.

They would walk out of the arena and towards a sidewalk, heading South. The walk was a straight two blocks to a nearby apartment complex where a good number of the Tension wrestlers found residence. The Doctor was silent the whole walk, only speaking once they reached the apartment door. "Um, here we are," he said as he unlocked the door, still clearly nervous.

(OOC: if you would rather we take a post or two for banter while they walk, I'd be up for that, just let me know and I can edit.)

Nadia chuckled at his reaction, holding the urge to laugh at this so called Dr. Love. With a name like that, one would expect him to show a bit more confidence when it comes to these stuffs. If he couldn't handle a little tease like that, how was he going to fight the brunette in a hentai match?

She followed as Dr. Love took her for a quiet walk. Nadia thought that he might be too nervous to speak, which only added to her own amusement. Her mind was already wandering off, imagining all the things she might do to him when they got into the match. Once they arrived and Dr. Love unlocked the door, Nadia would smile at him.

"Don't be so nervous, honey," she teased. "Or could it be you never take a woman to your place before?"

Macon had to calm down. This wasn't quite unfamiliar territory to him, after all similar situations were how he obtained his firm, but this just seemed different to him. The fact that he was doing this more to appease his inner-urgings as opposed to his intellectual ones that made this such unfamiliar territory. It's what made everything Nadia was doing magnified so much more on his reaction scale.

As he turned the key, he tried to regain his composure. Then Nadie teased the question. "Of course I have taken a woman to my place before. It's just, never been on as much a whim as it is right now." The honest answer seemed to flow a little more confidently from his mouth. He always was better at being truthful than he was at putting on an air of being somebody completely different. Opening the door and making a sweeping gesture with his arm, he welcomed his guest and soon-to-be opponent into his room. "Please, lovely Nadia, step into my office," he said with a bit more confidence than before. Granted, a hint of self-loathing could be heard in his voice for trying to keep up the doctor facade.

Looking into the room, Nadia would find a modest studio apartment. A bathroom on the far end, a desk with some papers and pictures scattered about. Some of the pictures were of the Firm, the others of various Tension and friction women that the Doctor had considered as either future partners or opponents. A queen-sized bed sat towards the middle, reinforced a bit so as to be able to stand the stresses associated with the "matches" that could occur. On the far back corner, beside the night stand was a bookcase filled with an array of novels, medical books, baseball books, and astrophysics books. "Make yourself comfortable, there's no need to rush into the match right away."

"Sorry for the intrusion," Nadia would say as she entered Dr. Love's "office".

It's just one of those Japanese's courtesy she picked up after living in this country for a while. The brunette was always the type who liked to show a good front to someone she just met, trying to make them think that she's a nice person when she's anything but that. She had sensed something else in Dr. Love's tone, despite his attempt to sound as confident as he could, but she'd pretend that she didn't notice anything. After all, observing other people by their actions, words, and many other things was a part of her training in her previous job. It's one of the reasons Nadia could never say that she hated her life before coming here.

As she entered Dr Love's place, the brunette would glance around the room, observing the "stage" of their match. Apart from the bed, which seemed to be modified for whatever purpose it might be used, the room looked quite normal. Nadia was actually expecting something fancier, something that might match with the man's outfit, for example.

"Mm, not bad,hun," she would compliment him about the room.

The brunette would walk towards the bed before she would tap her hand on it, as if she's trying to feel how comfy it was. Afterwards she would sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs before she would slowly took off her robe to reveal more of her alluring figure. Her white tank top only covering a fair bit of her body, just around her breasts and a little part of her belly. There wasn't any need to hurry indeed. She's just going to take her time to tease Dr. Love until he couldn't really think straight anymore by the time he decided to start the match.

As he let Nadia into the room, Doctor Love waited for some sort of reaction to it. Before he even really gave her a chance though, he took off his lab coat, turning to the hanger behind the door. The Doctor closed the door, being sure to turn on the lights before hanging up his coat. Then, looking down at his shirt, he anxiously lifted it over his head, revealing his naked torso. It wasn't ripped or muscular, but what it lacked in muscle definition, it made up for in being firm and toned. It didn't take a genius to know that if one wanted to make it in the wrestling business, they had to be at least athletically capable, or one hell of a looker.

Tossing the shirt into the laundry basket, the Doctor would almost frown while facing away from Nadia. "Not bad" to him seemed to suggest that there should be something more, something that would elicit an impressed response. He had an idea of how to make the room look more elegant than what it already presented itself as, but as he turned around, his jaw dropped. Before his eyes was the disrobing of the mysterious robe that covered his opponent's figure, which turned out to be all the more alluring given what was hidden underneath.

He tried hard not to look like he was thunderstruck, but Macon seemed dazed as he walked towards the woman. "M-may I take your coat?" The brief moment of clear thought that Doctor Love had managed were back to being putty, meant for Nadia to mold with her actions.

"Sure, hun," Nadie said at the stuttering Dr. Love as she handed over her robe, letting out a soft chuckle.

The brunette smiled a bit mischievously as she did so, her eyes staring straight into the man's as if she was trying to mesmerize him even more. She would glance at his naked torso, observing his build to get an approximate measure of his strength, before returned her gaze at his eyes. It didn't seemed like this Dr. Love guy was the strong type or anything, but Nadia wasn't about to underestimate him yet.

It was quite easy for Nadia to noticed that the man was struck by her look, making her felt more and more confident that she could take him on without having too much problem. Once Dr. Love took her robe, she would arch her back a bit, pushing her breasts forward while gazing away just to get more reactions from him.

With his hand grasping at the fabric of the coat, Dr. Love fell more and more into the seductress-like ways that Nadie was so intent on impressing upon him. He could tell from her light chuckle that he was starting to make a fool of himself with his words. Macon needed to compose himself, but Nadia was doing quite everything in her power to keep him from that. He was about to turn to put the coat on the rack, but before he even managed to turn, Nadia arched her back, emphasizing her breasts as they pushed against the piece of white cloth that barely passed as a shirt.

He looked stunned, as if just the motion had turned him to stone. There was little hope for him in this match if such simple tactics were going to keep him from focusing on such an easy task as hanging up a coat. It was a good seven seconds before he snapped out of it and quickly stumbled over to the coat rack. He hung up the robe with care, all while trying to gather his thoughts. He needed to impress the woman somehow. That's what he was telling himself.

Turning about again, he slowly walked in Nadia's direction, but walked past the girl until he was standing at the foot of the bed. "I know that this room doesn't seem like very much, but trust me that it's more than meets the eye. It's a little modeled after me after all," his voice was a little nervous, albeit more confident than the stammering words from before.

He would move to the desk, searching for a key before he found it. There was a second part to the room, the kitchen, which he had sealed off with an installed door that he made look like a wall. Finding the key, he walked roughly to the other end of the bed and pushed at the wall, which pressed down a facade panel on a hinge. Behind it was a key-hole that Macon inserted his key into and prompted the wall to slide right-wards, revealing a full, albeit small, kitchen with a small bar at the very end. "Can I fix you a love potion?" he asked over his shoulder, a little afraid to see what new move Nadie was trying to make him blush with.

Nadia glanced at Dr. Love as she arched her back to find him froze on the spot, as if he was petrified or something. She would quickly look away while he's still stunned, for she's afraid that she might not be able to hold her laugh if she kept staring at him. Nadia was wondering whether the nickname "Dr. Love" was just some kind of lame joke imposed on him, because so far this man acted no better than a virgin who's about to lose his virginity or something.

"Ah I see..." the brunette said with a smile as she heard his remarks about the room.

As Dr. Love opened the kitchen door, Nadia raised an eyebrow. So there was something interesting in the room after all. Her amazement was soon cut short by his cheesy offering of a "love potion". Nadia rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to say something along the line of "Bitch, please. That sounded so lame," and she would just pull a smile instead as Dr. Love glanced at her over his shoulder.

"I'm fine with anything, sweetie," she would say in a sensual manner.