Description: Recovering from his latest gruesome injury, the former Emperor of Muay Thai is ambushed by Bethany in his hospital bed. On the hunt for people willing to bolster her case against the influential Mr. Ken Masters, Bethany finds a kindred soul in Adon. Which doesn't speak well for anyone involved, really.
Sunshine Memorial Hospital. 10 AM.
Penis Recovery Ward.
Laying upon a hospital bed was growing to be a familiar experience for the Fallen Emperor. This time, however, the cause was much more severe. Rather than a simple fight between a man and his bear, it turned into so much more. A poor, helpless Former of Muay Thai, a victim of traumatic penile severage, all thanks to a single uppercut from a one Heihachi Mishima.
But it wasn't without its perks.
Astounded by Adon's raw fighting ability, the eccentric old billionare decided to apologize to the Emperor. With the greatest surgeons money could buy, and hard work and dedication, they would rebuild it. Bigger. Stronger. Harder. Fa- Slower. Slower. Sitting on the hospital bed, recovering from the surgery, the Emperor was asleep.
With the most self-assured smile on his face.
To say that Adon's sleep is rudely interrupted would be an understatement.
Adon is in a cast. Bethany is a cruel woman, when she wants to be. Certainly, there's things she would enjoy more than agonizing Adon... and indeed, she is here in pursuit of some of those things. But to see him brought low and helpless... well, how could she resist?
And so, first, her clipboard is positioned carefully over the former Emperor of Muay Thai's crotch. And then she leans in, heavily. Putting her full weight down onto the board. Her eyes are sparkling, and a cruel smirk of vindictive amusement paints itself across her features. She sloooowly licks her lips.
"Wakey wakey little Jaguar. Time to get up."
"mmmmmmMMMMRRRRRAAAAAARRGH!"
Such was the scream as Adon bursts awake. Such searing pain, such agony. Such.... tenderness. Adon's eyes are wide in pain, his lips curled into a snarl. Naturally, the doctor insisted that Adon kept the pressure off of the limb, until it fully recovered. As Bethany smashes the pressure on the offending limb, however, the Fallen Emperor had only vengeful bloodlust in his heart as he looks up.
That swifly fades when he sees at the woman so cruel to him.
"Mmmrrr hah hah..." The Emperor chuckles darkly, gaze caught in the endless abyss. Writhing in his body cast, Adon gains an all-too familiar look of hunger over his face. Whoever this stranger was, she had awesome breasts. And for the Former Emperor, that was suitable to gain an audience with him. A haughty, biting tone slips from his lips, oozing like grease as he responds to the woman with grimy words.
"If he is not cooperating, perhaps you could try a little kiss, to wake him up."
Aw, it is no fun at all when they want it.
The scream of pain had been invigorating, but now Bethany has had her amusement, and her expression becomes more wry. "Maybe, if you give me what I want." She says, which, of course, in reality, means 'no'. But it never pays to be honest wit these things, far better to dangle it in front of the lusty fighter.
Moving to sit herself by Adon's bedside, her clipboard rests in her lap, and her chest at his eye level. She also has a small recorder, which she shows, does not turn on, but instead sets to the side. "I don't suppose you know who I am." She says, idly. "My name is Bethany Cale. I'm trying to break Ken Master's hold on US fight broadcasting. I wondered if you might like to share your opinion, as one of the world's most respected fighting figures."
Bethany certainly knew how to make a horny old man play to her tune.
Licking his chops, he eyes the woman lustfully. "Oh, let me provide you with whatever you need, baby!" The Jagga purrs hungrily. Looking at the woman, he nods along dully with every movement. With the recorder clicks. His eyes suddenly narrows, the snarl returning. And then, he states with terse, growling tones, restraining himself from screaming.
"... I don't like interviews."
The emperor remembered all too well of his last interview. The cupcake mockery. The eventually suicide of Quon. Interviews now left an unfortunate taste in his mouth, especially when he was helpless like this. "I do not think I am.... comfortable enough for an interview, Miss Cale." He states with... euphemistic tones. "Ever since that interview hosted by Ken Masters, I find them to be more risk than they are worth." Adon's eyes drift away from her breasts down his own body. ANd then, back to Bethany.
With an eyebrow waggle, of course.
Surreptitiously, Bethany's hand drops to her pocket, where she activates the second recorder.
"I can fully understand your reluctance." She says, sounding genuinely concerned. After all, Adon has been through a lot recently. Just a few short months ago, she had pegged him as a man on the rise, with infinite possibilities before him. Now, his crashing descent to earth has been shattering. It must be a difficult thing for him. Not that she actually cares, but it does mean that he can be manipulated.
"Please. Call me Beth." She smiles, practiced enough that it even touches her eyes. "Its no secret that you have had your run-ins with the media. The Masters-controlled media, I should say." She laughs, easy and relaxed. "I'm nothing like that of course. It'd be a pity if your fans were denied hearing what you have to say just because Ken misrepresented you and drove that poor young man to suicide."
There's a heartbeat.
"That /is/ fair to say, isn't it?"
"Of course it is, Beth!"
While it wasn't what he was hoping, the Fallen's Emperor ego could soothed by words as well as action. "Truly that Ken MAsters is a disgusting, manipulating buffoon. He promised an endearing interview, and what did I get? INSULTS!" The screaming voice of the Emperor begins to rise. Adon's temper was flowing forth, despite the cast. "He practically DROVE Quon into KILLING HIMSELF, and for what? Some more RATINGS. I was HAPPY to FIGHT THE BOY as a PROPER FIGHTER. I even heard he was studying MUAY THAI!"
"But, no, no I could NOT stand another interview."
Adon seems to calm down a bit. "Shut off that infernal tape recorder. I! ADON! The Former EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Will not STAND for another interview without PROPER ASSURANCE that you will not MAKE ME into a BUFFOON!" He screams. A nurse, making her rounds, peers into the room, gazing at the screaming Muay Thai master.... and the woman sitting down beside him.
"Is everything alright in here?"
Bethany shakes her head, tutting, and picks up the recorder she'd laid out openly, turning it around on the stand to show that it is off. "We're fine, thank you." She says to the nurse, waving one hand vaguely as she does. It isn't as though dealing with loud and screeching men is anything new to her - in fact, Adon had given her more than enough to work with already.
"That's fine. I won't ask you to do anything you aren't comfortable with." She says, turning her attention back to Adon with a sultry smile. Whether or not the nurse can stand to be in the same room is something she doesn't really care about; she might as well milk him for what she can get.
"I'm no fighter myself of course." She says, with an embarrassed smile. "I just think that Ken, /being/ a fighter, gets in the way of his objectivity. Its no secret that you are a controversial figure." Which... is putting it perhaps more mildly than it has ever been put before.
"Perhaps we'll get that interview after I've broken Ken's monopoly, and proven that I'm ... /much/ more interested in the sport than silly ego games, hm?"
Adon was wise to her tricks, that was certain.
THe nurse nods softly, a look of concern still over her. "Please don't work up the patient too much, he had a very difficult experience." And quietly, she walks away. Adon shuffles a bit, leaning further back as he listens to Bethany milk him. He wasn't being interviewed, so why was he still talking with her, as if he was?
Frankly, Adon couldn't resist the opportunity to hear his own voice.
Especially in the presence of a beautiful woman. "His monopoly? FEH! Give me a call when you do! I am utterly disgusted that the RUBE controls so many of the top-list fights. Would you believe that he, of all people, threatened to BLACK LIST ME over that IDIOTIC Quon fight I disrupted? BAH! He acts as if I can't do what I want. He even refuses to let me COMPETE and CHALLENGE those BABIES in the NEO DEVELOPMENT LEAGUE!" Adon was growing more and more furious by the moment. "What point is there in a fighting league if there are only BABIES to CHALLENGE, instead of REAL MEN of MUAY THAI LIKE MYSELF!" Adon grits his teeth, shaking his head. "BAH! No, you are not interested in that. You are probably more interest in my surgery.
"Do you wish to see the results of my OPERATION!?"
Bethany manages, just about, to stop herself bursting out laughing at Adon's final question. Given his reaction when she'd leant on him, whatever he might have in mind, it isn't going to end with anything but screaming and sobbing, that much she's certain of.
"No." She says, as she stands up. Pocketing the unused recorder, she pauses only to pat Adon reassuringly on the shoulder. "As much as I appreciate the offer, you just concentrate on getting healthy."
Turning around, she starts to walk away, only to pause at the door to his room. Naturally, every step itself probably risks causing all sorts of unpleasant bleeding and pressure issues. But hopefully everything at least remains attached.
"I've got your number, Adon. And I like you." Which, to her surprise, isn't all lie. Its amazing what the power of shared hatred can achieve. "We'll see if we can't put you back on top."
"Or at least find some other position for you."
Screaming? Sobbing?
Sounds like a usual bout of Muay Thai lovemaking.
But as he ends, they leering grin breaks when she... actually abandons him? Maybe Adon came on too strong. But as she turns around, Adon suddenly winces. He cringes. He thinks very hard of unsexy thoughts. Like Sagat's ripped body, covered in oil, dirt, and sweat, pinning him down in one of his infamous Tiger Clinches...
"Wait! Don't leave just yet!"
The Emperor call out after the woman. "I mean, don't you have any more questions? I can always answer more questions!" Adon stops himself from pleading. Was it desperation? Then again, Bethany is the kind of girl to make them beg. Scowling, Adon looks towards her. "Why did you reall come here? An interview? BAH! What are you REALLY after with Ken Masters? Just JEALOUS of his success? Or maybe, just maybe, you are seeking to BURN him to the GROUND!? Before I get into any position you, I want to know exactly what I am getting into!"
Adon truly grins at that last thought.
This time, Bethany doesn't manage to stop herself laughing. Loud and true, it is a beautiful sound. He's so /endearing/. It is like dealing with a villainous, self-absorbed puppy. She's not sure whether he's going to wet the carpet or hump her leg, next, but she'd put equal odds on either.
Grinning, she shakes her head slowly. And she lies, of course. Because lying is like breathing, and whilst Adon might want to know what he's getting into, Bethany doesn't tell /anyone/ what they're getting into with her. Not really.
"I'm sorry, Adon. I'm the American Dream. I've got the most evil motivation of them all. Because I'm not interested in power, fame or personal vendettas." Her teeth are perfect and pristine sparkling white, as she winks.
"I'm just in it for the money, babe. So come calling when you're well enough to make me a buck again, alright? We can do lunch~."
And then, she's gone. Far less painfully than she'd entered, at least.
Log created on 10:44:57 07/16/2012 by Bethany, and last modified on 13:21:36 07/16/2012.