A Deadly Dance (for Lobo)

It was that rare few minutes in the day that Melissa Sellers had decided to grace the General Manager's office with her presence... She was unlike her sister Cassandra, the walls of an office was the elder sisters sanctuary but for Melissa it was a prison... Nina and Nikki the nurses, doubling up from their medi bay duties to also work as secretaries, knew exactly what this meant.. Anything they needed or felt it important for Melissa to know had to be pushed on her now.

"The monthly financial report came back from the accountant." Nina said hurriedly, stuffing a paper folder into Melissa's hand as she was already heading out of the office.

"Mmm.." Melissa hummed, idly looking at the front cover.

"Advertising want to know what we are fronting as the headliner on the upcoming Tension PPV so that they can start putting together reels.. what should I tell them?" Nikki put in sheepishly

"Also will the Hentai belt be disputed at the pay per view? You haven't selected a new number one contender since becoming contractually obliged not to force Clyde Gastin into the Hentai title match..?"

"Dears..." Melissa said as she stopped walking and handed back the folder to Nina pretty much unread. "You worry too much.. Advise advertising that they will have their answer by tomorrow evening, and be informed that I expect the hentai title to indeed be defend in the pay per view..." She reached into her bag and retrieved a set of sunglasses as she had reached the door to the office

"Now if you'll excuse me, my chariot awaits.." Melissa left the two nurses wondering just when they will see her again with all of this secretarial work piling.

***

Outside, Melissa stood at an even pace down the pathway towards the parking lot where a limo had pulled up right out side the Tension headquarters. The driver opened the door to let her in but for a moment she hesitated to look around at the building for a long moment.

"I swear when I see that lady..." Clyde growled as he stomped his way down the Kyoto streets. He was mad. Angry. Pissed off. Irked. Really, really upset! Last time management tried to mess with him, it was a big deal but Clyde let it go because in the end, he got the girl. This time however Melissa had gone way too far, blackmailing Mercy to break up with him, no doubt taunting his girlfriend with thoughts of him fucking or being fucked by the Tension Hentai Champion, Angela Minetti until she couldn't take it. This was the last straw for Clyde, Melissa had taken his girlfriend!

He knew this might be against Mercy's wishes, but Clyde was tired of people trying to run his life. He wasn't a toy or pawn to be played with or controlled. He'd show Melissa. (and then Allison too!) Nobody wasn't going to take away someone who made him happy.

Wearing, a black suit, slacks, matching loafers and a messy tie with unkempt blonde hair, all Clyde could think about what he was going to say first when he saw a limo in the parking lot, at first he ignored it but as he looked at the doors in front of him, he saw his target. The Cowboy's eyes then narrowed into a scowl as his lip quivered before suddenly yelling...

"Melissa Sellers!!!" Growled the tiny texan as he stomped his way up to the taller 5'11 Melissa, looking up at her with a stern gaze, trying to get as close as possible to her, thigh to thigh, hip to hip.

"We need ta' talk..."

Melissa was about to get into the limo when she heard a voice calling over to her in a growl, when she turned to see the Texan approaching it became clear just why the voice was filled with so much anger. But despite the obviously annoyed Clyde marching right up to her and get in her personal space, Melissa put on a cordial smile..

"Mr Gastin... I trust the day is treating you well?" she spoke her pleasantries with a cool and smooth voice

Melissa's cheery, pleasant demeanor only angered Clyde. The fact she sounded so jovial despite what she had done to his life. Like she didn't care or that it wasn't a big deal! Her choice of words were really insulting too! Like she clearly knew he wasn't happy, nevermind how grumpy he looked.

"My day!? MY DAY!?!?" He practically choked on her question, unable to believe she asked him that. "Well MY DAY just gotta whole lot Better now that I found you, Ms. Tension General Manager! 'Cause Lady, Yooou Got Whoooooole 'lotta Neeeeerrrrrrveeee fuggin with Mercedes P. Wrenn and Clyde T. Gastin's happy little friggen love life not ONCE! But TWWWICEEEE!!!!" Growled the boy through his teeth as he went to grab Melissa by the collars of her attire as he looked up at her, standing on his toes just to be as tall as he could be in front of the woman.

Melissa was expectant of Clyde possibly displaying a bit of aggression in his frustration, so it did not come to her as a surprise when overstepped some boundaries to grasp a hold of her collar. She kept from flinching and her shades helped to cover up some of her expressions around the eyes, however she did stop smiling so cordially. She was a Sellers and Sellers tended to be dangerous and to be treated with care.

"Be cautious Mr. Gastin..." She said raising her hand and taking ahold of his wrist to remove it from her collar, "Now.. I presume that Ms. Wrenn has spoken to you regarding the contract she had me draw up. I do so hope that you are not being naive enough to think this was something I forced upon her"

Melissa was no longer smiling. Clyde found it to be a good thing. It was clear he had her attention.

He furrowed his brow as she warned him to be cautious, frowning at her as he allowed his hands to be removed from her collar. He barely saw Melissa as his boss, but rather someone trying to screw his life over. But maybe he really did need to recognize the former.

"Nah! You did! You did force her! You were gon' put me in a match against Angela and that you were only gonna call off unless me and my girl broke up! It was straight up blackmail and you know it, lady!" He shouted accusingly.

"Just what in the blue hell did We ever do ta' you, anyway!? You put me against Lilly and then you tried with Angela until Mercy had enough, I ain't even do hentai and you keep on doin this! What's yer deal!?"

Still Melissa kept and cool but calculated tone of voice as she decided to enlighten Clyde on a few home truths

"Ms.Wrenn was the one who called the meeting with me after discovering that you had been named as the number one contender for the hentai belt.. She was very keen that you not compete in such a match and in fact she was the one who asked if there was anything that could be done to prevent the match from going ahead. When I suggested that she terminate her relationship with you, I did not expect her to actually take me up on that offer. But, she pounced on the offer and had me write up a contract so that my hands would be tied to it... There was no force involved, in fact she was more keen for the deal to take place than I was." Melissa turned to get into her limo as if their business here had been concluded, but then hesitated and looked back to Clyde

"But regardless of that, I wouldn't blame Ms Wrenn all too much. She was simply trying to be the heroine to a-... I guess for want of a better term, damsel in distress... And she has succeeded in saving you from the humiliation that would have resulted from a hentai title match with Angela."

Clyde's eyes widened at the revelation that Melissa left for Clyde. "...Whut?" His aggressive demeanor softened as he took in Melissa's words. Mercy was eager to take this deal more than Melissa? She didn't hesitate at all? Clyde thought hard about it wondering if it was true that Mercy had pounced on that offer more than Melissa.

But Clyde shook his head. "She's gotta be lyin'. She just messin with my head. Mercy prolly only agreed to keep me away from Angela. Sellers' just tryin' ta' get in my head." he thought to himself, eventually snapping out of it when he saw Melissa heading towards the limo, only to pause and turn to him and utter some words that quickly made his eyes widen. She called him a Damsel and doubted him.

"Damsel!?" He spat. "Saved from humiliation!?" He gasped like it was the ultimate offense. "You sound so sure of me gettin' wasted, huh!? Well look here, lady! Clyde T. Gastin ain't afraid of nobody and I take anyone at any place at any time and I sure as hell ain't no dang damsel that need savin'! You're wrong about Mercy and you wrong 'bout me! You put me in the ring against Angela and I wreck her!" He shouted angrily.

But come to think of it. Mercy doubted him too.

"I prove y'all all wrong!"

Melissa smiled slyly at Clyde's response, playing right into her hands...

"You actually think you can win against Angela in a hentai match?" Melissa chortled, covering her lips with her hands and then looking upon Clyde with a kind of fondness similar to the fondness shown to a child when they do something really silly.

"Oh, that's so cute deary..." She said with a soft smile "But I suppose there is no harm in holding onto such conjecture... After all, I am contractually obliged not to *force* you into a match with Angela curtsey of Ms. Wrenn.. She really was looking after you, wasn't she...?"

Clyde's aggressive demeanor suddenly faltered. He realized what he had just walked into as Melissa goaded him. But at the same time however, the way Melissa was mocking him, teasing him a child before referring to his claim as 'cute'. Like it was laughable. A joke.

His cheek twitched into a bitter scowl. "Because she loves me." He answered sternly but with a hint of pride. "But I dun' expect a witch like you to understand that or know what it's like." He scoffed before furrowing his brow over his next words before he crossed his arms and sighed.

"I can beat Angela. I can beat anybody."