:: It's All About Performance Pt. 2 ::

[Angie Ryker]

OOC: You may want to read "It's All About Performance" first. It'll make alot more sense then.

[She has a very short think about it.]

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: Hmm.. well, I'm not doing anything at all tonight, so I guess that'd be just perfect.

[Ballistic looks at a clock on the gym wall (5PM).]

"The Hot" Ballistic: So, what, I'll pick you up at 7 then?

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: Uhh.. I was thinking more along the lines of now.

"The Hot" Ballistic: Uhh why not? It's a little earl --

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: Great! Show me the way.

[They both exit the gym and walk up the street to the villa together.]

:: Scene Two ::

[Time: 8:30PM. Both Ballistic and Angie Ryker are seen sitting at a small table situated on a balcony, with a perfect view of the ocean and the pitch black, stary sky. On the table we see two glasses of expensive champagne (in small doses this time) and two empty plates.]

"The Hot" Ballistic: You finished your food? I'll take the plates inside.

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: I think I'm done, yeah.

[Ballistic picks up the plates off the table and goes inside to take the plates to the kitchen. Angie gets up and, with her champagne glass, leans over the balcony rail, looking out at the view. Ballistic returns.]

"The Hot" Ballistic: You know, every time I look this view takes my breath away.

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: I'll say it again, you're lucky to be living here, it's beautiful. Cold, but beautiful.

[He puts an arm around her, pulls her in close and looks her in the eyes.]

"The Hot" Ballistic: The beach isn't what I meant.

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: And you said I was a sweet talker...

"The Hot" Ballistic: Takes one to know one.

[She laughs at his line, then sighs and rests her head on his shoulder.]

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: I've had a great time tonight, you know.

"The Hot" Ballistic: You're talking like it's over.

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: Oh isn't it now?



"The Hot" Ballistic: I'll be right back, just wait here.

[He goes inside the house to answer.]

"The Hot" Ballistic: What do you want?.. Ohh I'm sorry, Mr. Howard, I thought yo -- .. Of course I wouldn't do that! You think I'd steep low enough to bring her back to my place just to soften her up? I guess it wouldn't be that hard but.. Alright.. Okay.. Alright, later sir.

[Ballistic hangs up the phone, but keeps his hand on the phone and looks at the wall infront of him. He doesn't turn around untill he feels Angie behind him by putting her arms around his waist.]

"The Hot" Ballistic: You're quite the flirt aren't you?

Angie "Falling For Someone" Ryker: What are you saying, that I'm acting with all this and just playing along?

TBC.. I thought I'd leave it a bit open ended, even though it's not really. Didn't want to hog it all.

[Hobo]

All of a Sudden Bang Bang Bang, both of them turn around to here where the noise had come from, it was the door.

Ballistic: Wait here, i'l be back

Angie lets go of ballistic as ballistic walks to the door. Ballitic opens it up to see a drunk man dressed in rags swigging from the chapain bottel that Angie left out there. Ballitic looks confused and takes a Step back.

Ballistic: Who are You?

The man gets agrasive and takes a step forwards.

Man: I'l Tell You who i am, Im the presedent of the United States Of America. (begins to mumble)Stupid kids these days have no respect.

The Man pushes past ballisticand steps into the lounge room. He sees Angie stll stading by the phone. The mans mood turns to happiness.

MAn: Well, look what we have here

The man stumbles towards angie

Man: And what might you name by little miss hot pants

As soon as the man gets close enough to angie she kicks him in the groin, she soon follows this up with a solid punch to the temple, he falls over and appears to be unconsious.

OOC: I am a member here at DUEW, guess who. Oh and continue on

[Ballistic]

---[ Ballistic looks over to Angie, who smiles sweetly, playing it off as if it was nothing at all. He then picks the weird man up onto his shoulders walks him outside and lays him up against the letterbox. Ballistic walks back inside and closes the door. Ballistic walks back over to Angie, who once again slips her hands around his waist. ]---

Ballistic: "Wow Angie, i'm impressed, you handled yourself really well back there."

Angie: "Well, what can I say, I train hard."

Ballistic: "You sure do, If you put half as much effort in training than you do into relationships, then i've got my hands full!"

Angie: "And what exactly are you trying to say mister?"

Ballistic: "Well, I think you're a smart girl, what do you think i'm trying to say?"

---[ Before Angie can reply, Ballistic grabs her and dips her. He then leans over to her... Before anything can happen another sudden banging is heard on the door.. ]---

Hobo: "Ehh, dun you jus throw me out and closs the door like that..!

---[ Ballistic lifts Angie back up and walk over to the door. He opens it up only to have the Hobo fall through the doorway. ]---

Ballistic: "Alright mate, you're trespassing. If you don't stay off my property, i'll have no choice but to call the police, understand?"

Hobo: "Alrighh, Alrighh.. I'll be on my way thenn.."

---[ Ballistic closes the door and returns to Angie. Realising that the mood has been broken, Ballistic makes his way to the kitchen. Angie follows him in. ]---

Ballistic: "Another drink?"

Angie: "Quit beating around the bush, what were you goin to ask me."

---[ Angie moves over to Ballistic and holds his hands. She looks up into his eyes. ]---

Ballistic: "Well... I think that we've hit things off really well, and, I'd like to continue seeing you... on a regular basis"

Angie: "Are you asking me out??"

Ballistic: "Yeah.. so.. what do you say?"

---[ Ballistic continues to look at Angie, awaiting her answer. ]---

[Hobo]

CRASH, again the scielnce is broken by the Hobo, this time he has just fallen through the glass window next to the door. He stands up covered in blood. he stageres towards the loveres

Hobo: Listen you, i desever respect, i am the pres, i am the pres, i am.

THUMP, the hobo falls to the floor, he is bleeding all over the expensive rug

OOC: Damo has figured out who i am. He can see all our ip address dam it. Anyone who thnks they no who i am, send a pm to my othere wrestler and i will tell you if you are right. TBC

[Angie Ryker]

[Angie looks down at the hobo with an evil gleem in her eye. She picks him up and hints for Ballistic to help out, but then lets go of him, putting the weight of the hobo on Ballistic. She kicks him in the gut numerous times, and Ballistic lets go of him. Ballistic grabs the hobo and takes him out on the beach, where he hits the RKO, leaving the hobo completely out of it on the beach with his head burried in the sand.]

Angie "Confuzzled" Ryker: Now that was.. umm.. different.

"Pissed Off" Ballistic: Ah let's forget it ever happened.. where were we?

Angie "Confuzzled" Ryker: We were getting a drink I believe.. you don't get stuff like that here often, do you?

[They make their way back into the kitchen.]

"Pissed Off" Ballistic: No, luckily, but you know I could take them out easily.

Angie "Confuzzled" Ryker: As could I, as could I. Wait.. there was something that you ask.. umm..

"Distracted" Ballistic: Ah, yes.. well I know that the mood is sort of gone now, but I'd love to keep seeing you..

[She has a short think about it and moves in closer to him again. She looks up at him, smiles, pulls his head down to her height, pauses..]

Angie "Unconfuzzled" Ryker: It'd be my pleasure.

[.. and in an effort to revive the mood kisses him slowly on the lips.]

[Ballistic]

---[ Time passes while Ballistic and Angie enjoy the rest of their night together. Their upcoming match not seeming to worry either of them. Ballistic looks over at the clock to check the time. ]---

Ballistic: "Well, I guess it's getting on, what time had you been planning on getting home?"

Angie: "I thought it'd would be a quiet one for me tonight, I never planned on seeing you at the gym, but now, everything has changed."

Ballistic: "It's up to you. You are quite welcome to stay here for tonight if you wish, I wouldn't mind at all. But if you have to go then I'll understand."

Angie: "I don't know. Should I stay or go.. hmmm..."

---[ Angie thinks about the decision she will make ]---

[Angie Ryker]

[Scene opens up with the morning after the "night" in Ballistics house. We seem to be in Ballistics bedroom with a waking Ballistic who appears to be alone. He looks over at the other side of his double bed and sees a note on the pillow there. He picks it up and reads it aloud.]

"Waking" Ballistic: "Sorry I had to go this morning, I just remembered something I had planned, but I'll tell you once more, I had alot of fun last night - we'll have to do it again some time, Angie."

[Scene fades with him crashing back onto his bed again, laughing.]

[Disturbed]

*knock knock knock*

Ballistic- hmm.. I wonder..

* he begins to think that it may be Angie, so he rushes up, pulls on a shirt and head to the door. He opens it and sees Disturbed, and his face sinks.*

Ballistic- hey, ummm, I didn't know you knew I was here..

Disturbed- Oh, well I asked Mrs. Howard, and she let me know. So how are things?

Ballistic- things are good, well very good, yeh...so what did you come here to talk to me about?

Disturbed- Well you and I have been mates for some time, so I thought I'd give you a few tips for your match this week, especially coming up against a slut such as Angie ryker...

*Ballistic cuts him off*

Ballistic- wo, wo, wo...wadda ya mean a "slut like Angie Ryker"? How the hell can you label her a slut? you don't even know her!

Disturbed- Well I've seen her fight, I've seen how she dresses..and i've seen those sleazy guys she hangs around with..you know, all of those no hopers and such.

Ballistic- WHAT?!...no hopers...huh?! Disturbed, what's your problem?! Just coz Angie kicked your ass in a match last week doesnt meen she's a...

*Disturbed is glaring at Ballistic, looking as if he is about to explode. Ballistic's voice slowly drifts to a stop.*

Disturbed- kicked my ass...kicked my ASS?!? What is your problem, huh, we used to be mates..well c'mon, whats going on?!?

*TBC by Ballistic or angie only!*