Description: A luchadore group comes out to Southtown to try and steal some attention away from Saturday Night Fight and Neo League. It attracts some, but most importantly, the lil Butterfly, Alexis, who seems to think that it'd be great training! But it turns out that things aren't quite so simple when she's put up against the "King of the Ring", El Leon Poderoso. Will the Butterfly stick with the luchadores? Who is the silent White Tiger? Is there more to the sombrero than meets the eye? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
Oh, what a special day.
It's warming up outside, winter is diminishing, and all is becoming colorful again. ..Very, very colorful. And at this time, a group of luchadores from Mexico are doing a special! Right here in Southtown! Why? Because luchadore action has gone downhill for a long time. Everyone seems to ignore it in favor of Neo League and SNF. Bah, say the luchadores! We'll storm their central hub, steal their attention! Show'em what real wrestling is all about!
So in a gym facility, they've set up a special. it's... it's really not very impressive, unfortunately. Folding chairs are arranged all around the central ring, there's a long table with a sheet over it along with a couple microphones for the announcers, and a single sombrero-wearing referee.
Don't question the sombrero, damn it.
The sombrero KNOWS ALL.
...
It's like that weird divining hat off Harry Potter, or whatever.
Anyway, Drake has decided to meander his way over to the shindig with a gym bag. Being fresh out of the hospital and all, he figured it's high time he got in some -real- training. Sure, he about killed himself earlier today with working out, but nothing beats going head to head against actual people. And hey, it gives him a chance to break in his new outfit. How fun is that? But as for right now, he hasn't changed clothes or anything. At least he looks his normal ol' self again.
As for the ring? Well, it's not started just yet. They're still writing up add-ins for whoever wants to wrestle the regulars, and prepping the regulars to fight each other. So right now, most people are just finding seats or getting popcorn.
Sombreros do know all. It was on the 'Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Luchadore, But Were Afraid to Ask' website, that Vanka was reading aloud the evening she heard about the luchadore invasion of Southtown. How the Russian girl finds these things out before they happen is entirely beyond her little gymnast friend, but Alexis has learned to stop questioning it.
The masked Butterfly has been here for quite a while. She already signed up to enter the ring, knowing that she would likely have a hard time of it, but totally wanting the training these people could provide. Easing back from the table, she watched as the 'special' area has been set up. For as unimpressive as it is, it was amusing watching a few of the masked wrestlers fight with the folding chairs to prepare for the audience they figure will appear. What is more amusing is hiding in the equipment room, peeking out at the gym facility and scoping out the many different colors and designs of the luchadores.
There are many, many different ones to look at. Some shark fins, some gator mouths, some super heros, some Catholic schoolgirls, some with giant oni-looking masks... many, many different kinds. Some are just plain bland and not wearing a mask or costume at all. Like Drake, who happens to be just wandering over to the counter to have a chat with the announcers. He starts to sign himself up, when out of the corner of his eye, he spies blonde hair in the equipment room. He diverts course and heads straight for it, curiosity once again guiding the actions of the would-be avenger of justice. "H'lo?"
A hand reaches out of the equipment room, attempting to grab the model and yank him into the room so that no one else has a chance to spy her. Before she even manages to grasp her fingers against his shoulder or arm, Alexis hisses, "SHHHHHH~!"
Poking her head out from around the door, she scans the gym in a swift manner and then brings a finger up to her lips. Several seconds pass, the sound of footfalls stomping by outside the room finally stopping. "What're you doin' here? Coming to watch the luchadores? Will you cheer me on? A lot of those guys look /huge/!"
About then, the gymnast remembers that he's angry at her. He tossed her out of the hospital. A tiny frown curves her lips downward, and she hmphs in an exasperated manner. "Never mind," she says quickly, "I didn't mean to babble at you. I'm just like, nervous and stuff." Looking out the door again, she exhales slowly. "You should like, probably go."
Pause.
"Glad to see you're okay though."
Drake finds himself grabbed suddenly and yanked with a squeak. And he finds himself being grabbed by.. luchagirl! Hawt. ..Wait, no. It's Lexi. In the outfit he got for her! "Uhh.." What to do, what to do! "I.. came.. to have a look at their setup. That's all," he replies innocently, lying like the Devil. "You're wrestling here? Huh..." Pause. "..Well.. good luck. I have to keep working out, and I don't wanna end up pushing myself too hard against real opponents." More lying! And here he is supposed to be a goodguy!
But then he leans in towards her, going to slip his arms around her for a hug. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just... it was a bad time for me, sweetie." D'aw. He does sound sincerely apologetic over that, though. It's been bothering him for quite some time after his talk with Chae.
Talk about awkward. As she's hugged, Alexis tenses briefly. She's not certain what to do, really. Returning the hug means she forgives him for tossing her out, but not returning it when he's being so sincere with his apology would just be rude. Her body remains still for several more seconds before she finally lifts her arms to give him a small squeeze in return. "It's okay, I understand."
The hug is not held for very long though. Stepping back from him, a soft, saccharine smile develops. "Go on then, get out of here. Get to your workout, just don't overdo it or anything, kay? I mean, it'd suck for you to wind up back in the hospital... and they'll probably call me soon or something. I'm gonna continue to hide out here and psych myself up to do really good in my match..."
Drake doesn't press the hug, really. He releases her the moment she shies back. "You do that, then..," he agrees with a nod. "Don't get hurt, though. And don't think of this as training. This is actual wrestlin'. You could get really hurt doing this," he notes. He then reaches a hand up to tap her nose gently. "Try not to get yourself broken."
And then, Drake whisks out of the closet door and goes to filch his gym bag. Time to get ready, himself.
"O-oh! Right! It's real, actual luchadore wrestlin'. I'll try not to get killed or anything..." Gee. Alexis really wishes he hadn't gone and put /that/ in her head. Poor thing is nervous enough without the imagery of her winding up in the hospital looking like a broken and boiled lobster.
The moment he's gone from the equipment room, she shuts the door. No longer is she interested in peeking out at her would-be competitors. For now, she's content to just rest her palms on her bare knees and take in deep breaths in the hopes of calming her frazzled nerves.
TIME PASSES! :O->-<
The matches have really gotten underway finally, and people have filled the audience. So far, it's only been regulars in the ring... but Lexi, hereafter referred to as the Butterfly in lieu of how she's signed herself up, is matched up against someone called El Leon Poderoso. This is one she's likely taken notice of before, with the rather elegant, almost -too- intricate mask the man wears. It's a rather fluffy, gaping-mouthed lion mask, fangs inbuilt into the mask and a thick mane surrounding the neck area. The man himself is a dark bronzed tan, and utterly massive, easily six and a half feet, possibly even borderlining seven feet tall. He just stands at the ready beside the ring, arms folded over his massive barrel chest, yellow eyes glaring out over the match in progress in the ring.
Meanwhile, a new wrestler arrives, complete in costume, and proceeds to sign himself up. A white tiger, in particular. It is, indeed, Drake and his new outfit made by Chae Lim! But he's having to be careful for how he plans on using it, if he doesn't intend to be caught.
Time passes, and Alexis has hid in the equipment room the entire time. Mostly it's so she can attempt to make a dazzling entrance! She's spent her time waiting for just this precise moment! She's totally ready for this fight! She can do it! She can kick some lucha butt!
Theeeen, she makes the mistake of looking over at the Leon guy. Gulping, she edges her body out of the room and over to the ring. Peridot eyes peer up, waaaaaaay up at the nearly seven-foot tall man, and the tiny insect-girl cringes.
Wh-why couldn't they have paired her with someone more her size? More her caliber of fighting?
She's kind of just frozen there now, peering up at the scary looking lion-man. The only thought in her head is that she's going to /die/. He'll crush her just by looking at her wrong!
Then the wheels in her brain move away from fear, and she wonders for a moment where the Scarecrow and Tinman are.
For the longest time, the small girl isn't even noticed. Leon Poderoso just continues to glare at the goings on. But after a few seconds, he turns his head.. and notices the blue and silver butterfly. He snorts derisively and cants his head. "Usted? Lucheme? HAH!," drones the lion beast. He lifts his right hand to wave her off dismissively, clearly not even taking her or the possibility of her having any skills into account.
As for the White Tiger? He's finished registering, and the announcers are just trying to find a place to insert him. All they do is tell him that he'll be announced when he's supposed to enter. So until then... he can loiter about. Not like the luchadores are hiding or anything. Lazy bunch, they are. So the White Tiger turns to lean back against the desk for the moment, looking aloof.
"Usted what?" Alexis cocks her head to the side, not understanding the big lion-guy at all. 'cept when he issues the very loud 'HAH'. This she takes to mean 'You, little thing, me crush!'. Being waved off like that makes her a tiny bit annoyed, but she's not about to get all up in his face. He is large. He is scary. Quite possibly it is much better for her to leave him alone.
Toddling back to the registration table, she decides to attempt talking to one of the announcers and maybe switching up the match with someone smaller.
Scanning the gym, her eyes settle upon the newcomer and she smiles. That luchadore is smaller! He's still a cat-type! Maybe they'll allow her to change out the huge, scary Leon guy for this one!
Shouldn't take her long to find the White Tiger, since he's all but right next to her. Yes, it's a table. Forgive previous usage of 'desk'. Anyway, her request is met with a loud, boisterous laugh and a resounding 'NO'.
The White Tiger looks over to the Butterfly quietly, expression carefully placid and emotionless. His arms lift to fold over his chest tensely, though the white tiger-striped cape shrouding his form pretty much conceals that.
Patiently, one of the announcers tries to explain the situation to the girl with a thick Spanish accent. "We are trying to show the might of luchadore wrestling. You are an outsider. We don't -want- you to win, see?" At least they're up front about it. "But if you do good, we can give you a spot back in Mexico, ah?" Big, gaping smile from the woman. Yes, it's a woman.
Alexis bites her tongue. Quite literally. She's a huge believer in fairness, and while she can see the woman's point of view, it hardly seems at all fair to set a tiny thing like her up against Gargantuan man over by the ring. Shoulders slump forward, her blonde hair drifting over her shoulders as she droops her head.
Muttering something that's quite unintelligible in French, she meanders back over to the ring. Hands clasp together under her cape, wringing as they do so. She told her trainer that she would try not to get hurt, and now it looks as though she's going to have no way to avoid it!
Unless she immediately just flopped onto her back and sprawled, waiting to be pinned. But that wouldn't impress anyone, now would it?
And as misfortune would apparently have it, the match has come to a close in the ring. And just to get things really going, the announcer begins the call immediately...
"Next in the ring! The beautiful, the elegant.. Butterfly!"
And that's her cue. She can't really say they don't try to at least talk her up a little. The White Tiger leans off the table and takes just a couple steps closer to the ring to observe.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Oh... gee! They're really wanting her to go up against the Lion version of the Incredible Hulk over there? Gulp! Alexis doesn't get to make her elaborately acrobatic entrance as she wanted to. She's entirely too busy trying to figure out how to not get crushed to death under the mass of luchadore that is preparing to pummel her into the ring.
Managing to bend at the knees and launch herself into the air, the little butterfly gracefully glides her way over the ropes and into the ring, the intricately designed cape fluttering behind her like the wings of the insect she's trying to portray. As her feet touch down, she unclasps the cape and gently settles it over a nearby turnbuckle, turning to offer as bright a smile as she can manage at the crowd and the other luchadores.
Peridot eyes settle upon the tiger-looking wrestler, a pleading look sent his way. She really wishes they would have paired her against the smaller looking cat, since it probably still would have been a difficult fight for the girl who's still just getting her feet wet in the fighting scene, but it could've been more evenly matched and less squishy.
Pleading peridot eyes meet hard amethysts. The White Tiger just studies her, keeping his expression void of emotion. It's a little hard, though. From the sounds of it, she's being paired up against someone that she really doesn't want to fight. But who-..
"And her opponent! From Mexico, with our company! The undisputed, crowned king of the ring! El Leon Poderoso!"
And this gets great cheer from those dressed as luchas. Except the White Tiger. He just continues to stand there, eyes now set on the hulking opponent that climbs slowly, methodically into the ring.
Leon Poderoso stretches his corded arms back, muscle audibly flexing as he works them out with a growl. He then throws his arms into the air, getting more cheer from the luchas... and the audience. The White Tiger is fighting off a deer-in-headlights look. He really hopes the girl can move a lot quicker than him.. and a lot more coordinated. From appearances alone, it looks like she could get seriously hurt.
Leon Poderoso stalks towards the girl, lumbering until he reaches the center of the ring. He then thrusts a hand out and towards him in a 'Come on!' gesture.
DING!
The look in the eyes of the White Tiger goes wholly unnoticed. Poor little Butterfly just lets out a scared little whimper and backs away from the large, scary Leon-lion-man. Gulping again, the girl waits for the ding of the bell, and upon hearing it she springs into action. Hands grasp hold of the turnbuckle and she swings herself atop it. Balancing precariously on the edge of the turnbuckle, she twirls around until she faces the audience.
She hopes the lion doesn't pounce at her.
Lifting off of the turnbuckle with a slight springy motion she flips back toward Leon Poderoso and attempts to lock her legs about his neck as she lands upon his shoulders in a piggy-back position. He's really much too big for her to attempt flipping, so she tries to choke him as she drops herself backward toward the mat, allowing her measly weight to help her crush the tree-trunk neck she's certain he has.
The wiry girl gets atop the turnbuckle and perches, just as she intends. She springs into the air.. and lands, just how she wants, thighs around mane. But Leon Poderoso lifts his massive hands to set behind her back to keep her seated upright, pressing her stomach to his head. And though she tries to choke, he makes no signs of wearing or tearing - his neck muscles tighten fiercely, which she can likely easily feel. And suddenly, the giant begins thundering forward, rushing towards a corner of the ring.. and a turnbuckle. When he gets in close, he suddenly drops forward to a knee, attempting to smash the girl's face against the turnbuckle with her perched there.
A second is all it takes for Alexis to realize what the large man is intending. When he begins to rush forward, she worms her way out from his grasp and using his shoulders as a standing point, does a backflip off of them and to the mat. Landing in a crouch, she takes a deep breath. Luck has managed to get her this far. She's survived a few seconds! Can she continue to do so?
Probably not, but she's going to keep her spirits up, because negative thinking is just going to make her get squished like an insect all the faster!
Sneaking up on him as quickly as she can, she slides her left foot out behind her and then upward toward the ceiling. As it reaches skyward, she drops her body forward and makes a reaching grasp for his ankles, in order to yank the hulking beast forward so that /his/ head crashes against the turnbuckle.
She's going to learn quickly that this thickly-built behemoth does not topple over easily. When he raises again and comes at her, she does her strange little dance, as he perceives it, and she grabs ahold of his ankles. But he doesn't flip. He just stands there in his chunky boots, glaring at her. Leon Poderoso links his hands together and swings the combined fist down at her head heavily with a grunt. But hey, she -has- done well for starters.
The giant wrestler is pretending she's a field mouse and bopping her on the head?
Whatever he's attempting, it's quite effective. Alexis is left quite stunned by the fact that she can't even manage to move the man a centimeter or two. He /is/ quite gigantic, so she should have been expecting that she wouldn't be able to do any harm to him. It's quite a bit like a fly attempting to attack an elephant -- it's not very effective.
Falling to the mat on her bottom, seeing tiny dancing butterflies swirling about her head, the little Butterfly looks quite dazed and like she's not about to move or go anywhere any time fast.
With the little butterfly on her rump on the mat, Leon Poderoso smirks behind the fanged maw of his mask. He hops into the air and overturns his body, attempting to dropkick her either in the head or chest to drop her the rest of the way onto the canvas.
The White Tiger quietly prowls along the edge of the ring, forcing a look of stoicism onto his face. The Butterfly girl got hit, and it looked hard..
Hard and very unpleasant. Alexis feels as though her brains were almost forced out of her ears, but she can feel nothing oozing out. Her head is given a teeny shake to make the fuzziness go away. The gargantuan lion-man leaps into the air, and Butterfly takes this as her cue to fly away. Really, she just rolls toward the side of the ring and kip-ups to her feet.
There's scant time to think about what to do to bring the beastie down. She grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to spring herself forward like a tiny-girl cannon ball trying to roll herself right into his stomach and cause him even the slightest iota of pain.
WHUMP. Right onto his aft, with no favor of girlguts being squished by his feet. The lion grunts and starts to get back up, only for her to collide with his body. And the first thing she's likely to notice is that he's built like a freaking tank. A brick wall is what she's smashed into. All the same, it gets a 'hrrk' noise from him, and drops him back down onto his aft.
WHUMP. The cannonball hit has her crashing against a brick wall, falling to her back and yelping with a really loud, "Yeeeeeeeek~~!"
Yet, this could be her chance~! Crawling away, Alexis momentarily considers slipping out of the ring and running off to nurse her wounds. She did promise Drake she wouldn't injure herself, but she doesn't want to look like a girl who can't give it her all. Flipping back up to her feet, she runs toward the lion-masked man and makes an attempt to knock him onto his back and use his stomach like a trampoline.
Even managing this, she's not going to last too long. Butterfly is in severe pain already.
Be that as it may, she hammers into him again just as he's starting to get back up. El Leon Poderoso is smashed against the canvas in a sprawl, the wind getting knocked out of him.
And boy, does the crowd ever go crazy. A lot of them boo and heckle the Butterfly, but a lot of them cheer her on. She's gotten a mixed reaction out of the group.
Still, Leon Poderoso shifts aside suddenly, attempting to grab the girl by one of her legs to knock her down against the canvas.
Yay! Trampoline girl worked! Alexis will have to remember to up her training on the trampoline, provided she survives this little foray into the Mexican world of wrestling.
Just as she's about to tumble over on her own, the big bully beneath her feet helps her along. The leg she was using to keep herself steady is suddenly grasped, and she finds her body falling toward the mat. Whump. Down she goes to the canvas, her legs instinctively coming up to hold the Butterfly in a fetal position.
Oh, but it's those legs El Leon Poderoso wants to play with. He grabs for not just the one, but the other as well, and he tries to twist around to straddle her back on his knees, folding her legs under his arms in a tight, cinched boston crab submission hold. As he does this, he lets out a frustrated roar, which gets the audience all riled up behind him for support.
Surprised, Alexis squeaks. She twists her body to the side, trying to break free from the hold. When this doesn't appear to be working at all, she does her utmost to power out of his grasp. She's not at all powerful, so she's quite certain this will merely make the scary-man laugh, and the audience will likely join him. She /is/ trying though, and given the stacked odds, she thinks she's doing pretty good!
She's right. She's a tough lil thing, but she doesn't exactly have the strength to power out of -this- hold. Not from this guy, anyway. El Leon Poderoso just laughs uproariously at her efforts and wrenches tighter, trying to get the little Butterfly to cry in pain. A few of the more die-hard fans of the girl are on their feet, clapping and shouting for her to get free!
The White Tiger prowls around to the other corner of the ring, amethyst eyes narrowed on the two. The lion guy looks as though he might be trying to actually -hurt- her.
He's not just /trying/! He actually /is/ hurting her! Alexis tries once more to twist free, yank her feet free, or power out of the hold. She's not got much of a chance, because the gargantuan lion-man is just much too big and far too muscular for her to actually do it. Holding out as long as she can without crying out, tears begin to cause her eyes to glisten. Finally the pained cry breaks past her lips, filling the gym with its pitiful sound. "Aaaaauuuugh~!"
Hearing her pained cries, the White Tiger finally just sighs. He starts pondering doing something to help her.. but.. but.. he shouldn't! He should let her deal with this on her own! That's an important part of training!
Meanwhile in the ring, the lion just tries to wrench her poor little body in two a little more... before finally letting go. He reaches around to try and grab a fistful of her hair to haul her back to her feet, then try to ram his knee into her stomach.
Alexis doesn't want to do this, she really doesn't. There's no telling where his arm has been at all, but this guy is a bully! He's big, and mean, and trying to pull out all her pretty hair! Hands reach up to try and stop his hand from reaching her head, and teeth are bared at him. She actually even moves forward to try biting at him just hard enough to surprise him and force him to drop her.
Teeth just about to bite into the gross flesh, she's hit with a knee in her stomach. This actually sends her flying back against the ropes. Only, not just against them. She goes up and over them, crashing onto the announcers desk with an extremely pained whimper of, "OoOoOwwwwwwwww~!"
"Ohh!," cries one of the announcers as the Butterfly smashes onto the table. They begin to back off, as that kind of power usually signifies something for El Leon Poderoso...
...And speaking of which, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and roars at the fallen girl. He then springs into the air and pulls himself taut, aiming to splash his full weight across her body to cave the table in and demolish it.
Meep! People are running away from her! Certain that she's had a shower today, and that she doesn't stink, it must mean that something is up! Alexis sees the sky above her growing dim. She figures this means a body is coming her way. Rolling herself off of the table, she begins to army-crawl her way along the floor as quickly as she can in her pained and dazed state, trying to keep away from the scary lion that means to pounce on her!
And so the lion guy ends up destroying the table with his own weight, caving it in. And.. well.. needless to say, he's a little dazed afterwards.
But poor little Butterfly isn't going to get very far. The luchas horde around her to try and keep her from really getting -away-. The White Tiger likewise moves in, and tries to shove her towards the ring with a hand to her shoulder. Yeah, Drake's being hard on her... but he believes she can do this! Or at least make a good showing for herself! Besides, if it gets to be too much, she can tap out.. or let herself be pinned.. right? ..Even though she was crying earlier.
Let herself get pinned? By a guy who outweighs her at least /four/ times? That's like saying it's best to just lay in a road and allow a transport to run you over! Alexis wasn't intending on getting too far anyhow. Just far enough so that she wouldn't get crushed between a table and a lion. Narrowing her eyes upon the luchadores, she doesn't head back toward the ring at all.
Nuh-uh. She's gonna try to head right toward the dazed guy. If he's still down, she moves in to kick at him until she can try to roll him over. All for the purpose of attempting to pin him down right there.
And he's in fact rolled over! Butterfly plops atop the lion!
Sombrero ref leans over the edge of the rope!
"Uno!"
El Leon Poderoso suddenly bridges upright, breaking the pin and thrusting the girl off. He then twists over, throwing a fist with the intention to coldcock her on the side of the head.
Uno? Whaaaaat? Maybe Alexis should learn Spanish at some point, because...
"Hey! We aren't playing cards!"
Girl has lead a sheltered life, and Uno is a really fun game!
Wait, wait. Uno! One! She got a one-count pin! Butterfly couldn't be happier at all! She managed to get a one count pin on the demon-lion! She might... she might...
THWACK!
And down the happy little girl goes. Fists that size are meant to drive /through/ things, and so the fist not only crashes against her head it spins her into the dazed state of semi-consciousness.
El Leon Poderoso pushes himself back up with an agitated growl, going to grab ahold of the girl by the head. If caught, he goes towards the ring and tries to throw/roll her under the bottom rope to lay there on the mat. And once that's done, he goes to climb the ropes.
Man-handling a minor! Alexis would so totally get up in the guy's face about that, but she's too busy being all dizzy and dazed. Hitting the mat, she lays there with a very dull expression. Even if she could move, she knows she wouldn't get very far feeling the way she does. Lashes flutter over her eyes, lids finally drifting closed, and the poor thing just lays there waiting for the giant mass to fall upon her and squish her to death.
With the girl lying on her back, it takes El Leon Poderoso all of one second to decide what to do with her - precisely what he intended to do earlier, and exactly what she expects. He leaps up from the top rope and spreads himself out, aiming to splash crossways atop her body to flatten the small gymnast beneath his considerable weight.
SMUSH!
There's no genius involved here. HUUUUUUUUGE body. Teeeeeeeeny lil' Butterfly. His splash acts like a flyswatter, completely flattening the insect-outfitted girl. Alexis gives no cry of pain. Not a single indication that she even felt the man hitting her body. The weight and shock of it all has knocked her completely unconscious.
And there the man stays overtop the downed girl, just pressed into her.
The sombrero ref moves around quickly to the side, and drops down to begin the count off.
"Uno!"
"Dos!"
"Tres!"
DING! DING! DING!
"The winner and still undisputed king of the ring! El Leon Poderoso!," declares the female announcer.
El Leon Poderoso raises off the girl and turns to the audience, fists lifted to accept their outpour of praise... which, of course, he receives. Senor Sombrero meanwhile checks on the Butterfly's health to make sure he didn't, like, -kill- her.
Dead.
Squished like a wee lil' bug.
A squished bug that's still got a tentative hold on life. Alexis is breathing, barely. Her heart is still beating, but it's faint. The big bad wrestler managed to win against the greenhorn. He'd best be feeling good about himself for nearly killing a small little schoolgirl!
And of course he does. She got in the ring with him, that's apparently enough motivation for the likes of -him-. But he finally gets out of the ring and heads off to do his own thing.
Senor Sombrero declares her to be well enough to live, and a few civilians try to help unload her from the ring onto a row of chairs in the front row. Unconscious, but.. eh. It's fighting. It happens.
The White Tiger loiters near her deliberately, attempting to still look aloof while keeping an eye on her. He doesn't like how that turned out at all. He knows she could've taken him! Or can, in time! ..But also, he's a little concerned for her. If she's actually hurt, she needs a doc.. but no way to tell!
Hrm. Think she needs a doctor? A guy three-times her weight just landed atop her! Good chance some ribs are cracked, or her lungs have been crushed. Alexis lays atop the chairs, bruises already beginning to form on her bare skin. They're not very appealing bruises at all.
It's not until after the next fight is announced that she manages to groggily open her eyes and whimper. All this pain is making her think it might be a better idea to just give up on fighting!
And the next fight happens to feature the White Tiger against the gator-masked individual. But by the time she's awake, they've already gone underway. At the moment, it looks as though both has given and received a fair amount, and the fans are really into the match.
The lil Butterfly girl has been left alone by herself, save for the drapey cape the White Tiger was once wearing. That's been left beside her casually enough. And, favorably as it might seem, people seem to be content to leave the poor girl alone. ..Well, except for the lady announcer, who's currently making her way over to her.
"Are you injured?," she asks in her heavy accent, seeming entirely too pleased with the situation.
A very rare thing happens then. Alexis gets angry. She gets angry and she shows it. Her lips curve into a deepened frown, her body language seems to be on edge, and her eyes become thin slits.
"'course I'm injured! What the HECK did you expect, pairing me with a guy that big?!?!" The little thing attempts to push herself into a seated position, taking hold of the cape beside her so that she can cover her injuries. As /if/ she'd want the stupid Mexican woman to look at her after all of that. "YOU. ARE. AN. IDIOT." Pausing to take a deep breath and suppress a whimper, she clutches the Tiger-robe more closely to her body. "YOU TRIED TO HAVE ME KILLED." An assassination attempt on the daughter of a diplomat? That could severely destroy things for Canadian/Mexican relations! "Go away."
Alexis is far too injured to actually do anything about her anger other than yell.
The Mexican woman just grins at her and her little tirade. "Well, well! You're not all meek like a Butterfly after all!" She lifts a hand to tap a finger gently to her lips. "I was going to offer you a time to see if you wanted to join, since you -did- last very long against El Leon Poderoso... but if that's how you feel.." She's stalling deliberately.
Meanwhile in the ring, the gator's tackled the tiger up against the ropes and attempting to choke him. Doesn't last long however, as the tiger slips aside and thrusts a knee into his midsection. Some of the crowd is entirely distracted by what's going on with the Butterfly girl, the rest are all 'woo' over the fight.
Did the woman not understand 'go away'? Alexis just glares at her in a dumbfounded manner for a minute, but the sounds from the ring draw her attention. A hand comes up to her throat as the poor tiger is getting choked, and she cheers right along with the rest of the crowd when the White Tiger manages to turn things around.
When things settle down, she turns back to the idiotic Mexican woman, frowning again. "Ask me again when I don't hate you so much," she mutters, before turning her attention back to the fight. It's not going to be any time soon that Alexis forgives the woman for putting her up against the Incredible Hulk.
The woman shakes her head and laughs maliciously at the little Butterfly. "This isn't charity! Either you want to or don't! Have an answer before things are done!" And with that, she totters back over to the broken down table. As if they're doing themselves favors, bringing in people like her... which... eh. They might be. She's foreign. They -do- like those foreign girls.
Meanwhile in the ring, the tiger capitalizes on the opportunity and nails the gator with a hard spinebuster, followed by a pin.
Alexis rolls her eyes. As if she could just fly off to Mexico at the drop of a hat! She's got school anyhow! And... and... she hates that woman! Hmphing like a spoiled little brat, she curls herself up onto the chair beneath the robe of the White Tiger, and settles in to think about the offer -- not seriously though -- and to watch the fight.
And that spinebuster seems to've cinched the win for the White Tiger, though he doesn't look to be in perfect condition by any stretch. The sombrero ref counts it off, and the winner pushes himself up to his feet, fists lifted into the air. When the ref goes to take an arm, he yanks it hard away from him and keeps it lifted himself. Hmph. Screw the ref! He knows he won! Yeah!
..So Drake's trying out the whole heel thing. Why? Change of pace. Besides, no one knows it's him, right? He's safe! And it's not like he -means- any of the mean stuff he'll do... honest! But still, this training was hard. Hard, but good.
Finally, the tiger climbs out of the ring and spies the little Butterfly hiding under his cape. Those amethyst eyes narrow on her, and he abruptly goes to yank it away from her. Nanners.
Jutting her lower lip out as the cape is yanked away, Alexis continues to frown. "H-hey!" She tries to keep a firm grip on it, but she's too weak to do much fighting over a silly piece of material. "Don't be so mean!" There! She told /him/, didn't she. Slumping back against the chair, the little Butterfly shifts her gaze toward the ring and her own cape which has fallen to the floor.
It's time she got up and retrieved it.
Pushing her hands back behind her, she attempts to stand. She gets so far as lifting herself off of the seat about a half inch, before plopping right back down with a pained cry.
The White Tiger just gives her a look at her calling him 'mean', and he just turns to be on his way. He pauses at the pained cry, though. He glances over his shoulder at her, then... then, he simply snorts in derision. Hmph! Weak little Butterfly! And he proceeds to meander over to the male announcer who's been beckoning at him anxiously.
A spectator, though, sees the material the girl left behind, and he scurries to retrieve it for her with a huuuge expectant grin on his face.
Arms have crossed over Alexis' body, in order to hide the bruising. She ignores the White Tiger and his derisive snort, mainly because she's not going to let any more of these evil Mexican's hurt her feelings. They've already hurt her body enough for one day! Trying again to push herself off of the chair, she tilts her head in a questioning manner as the spectator scurries toward her cape.
Ohhh! This isn't good at all! "P-please don't ta--"
Then the spectator is in front of her, with a weird grin. Alexis isn't quite certain what that grin is supposed to mean, but she offers a somewhat forced, tentative smile and says, "T-thank you...?"
"Heehhh," heehhhs the spectator, grin still there as he tosses the cape beside the girl. And.. he.. just stands there. Staring at her. All :D like. Until suddenly, he gets a nosebleed. This sets off a panic for him, and he runs away quickly.
...Yeah.
The next fight is announced between two regulars, and things seem to be going as planned for the luchafolk. The White Tiger has since disappeared, his chat.. or.. lack thereof with the announcer apparently concluded.
Alexis catches the cape as it is tossed beside her. Quickly wrapping it about her body, she blushes quite profusely. This guy she doesn't know is... is... STARING at her! Maybe Hurricane Hime was right. Maybe being stared at and acting as a distraction isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Blood.
What? Nosebleed? Alexis flails around looking for a tissue, but when she can't find one she goes to apologize to the guy. He's taken off like Speedy Gonzales. What's with everyone running from her so quickly?
There she sits for a little while longer, finally pushing herself past the pain to go speak with the announcer. She's a girl of few words though, since all she says is, "I'll be back tomorrow. I'll let you know then." Off she goes after this, not bothering to wait for a response. She's got a nice big tub filled with hot water to soak her injured body in.
Joke's on her, since there won't be a tomorrow in Southtown. She really should've stayed for that bit of information. But the announcer woman finds her indignance to be quite amusing, and she just grins as she leaves. Oh, how terribly silly of her. Oh well! She's not one to tolerate childish attitudes in her business anyway, so if she doesn't show, she doesn't show. ..Yes, the announcer woman doesn't seem to care too much. She doesn't like foreigners very well. Especially uppity ones.
But the matches progress in the gym as normal, and the luchas make some fair money before packing up.
Log created on 16:41:54 02/16/2008 by Drake, and last modified on 14:35:25 02/17/2008.