-{ Prelude }- [ Never Good At Goodbyes . . . ]

Angel awoke from a deep sleep on John Cena’s couch, stretching like she always did. She had spent the week there, and was fully expecting John to already be up and waiting for her. She smirked, and stood up, heading to the kitchen. But what she found was not John, but a note quickly scribbled on the counter. “I’m sorry Angel but I can’t stay in the city anymore. I have to ask you to go ahead and pack up and find somewhere else to stay. I really don’t know what else I can say. I will call you when I can. Goodbye for now, Angel. - John.” Angel sighed. Another idea she had, wasted. She grabbed her trunk and called a cab to take her stuff back to the club, shaking her head.

-{ Scene One }- [ A New Proposition . . . ]

Angel stormed out of the car that had dropped her off at work, slamming the door.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Fuck you too Johnny! Get the fuck out of here!

Angel watched him peel out of the parking lot, and barged into her club, in a huff and visibly agitated. She ran a hand through her hair and hopped the bar instead of going through the passageway, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and taking a swig. As she took a swig, her assistant manager, a youngish male, approached her quickly, tilting his head. c Angel, you're here. There's been a guy asking about you for about the last half hour....are you okay?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'm fucking peachy! [she glared at him] A guy ... what kinda guy? a bill collector, a fire marshal, a bounty hunter what? What the hell did I do now?

Angel was acting kinda jittery. She cut her eyes around, and took another shot of bourbon. The assistant knew when Angel was wound up and not to try her patience, pointing to someone across the bar.

Vesuvius‘ Assistant[ Mike Woods ] : That guy.

The man was Batista. Dressed in a sleeveless gray vest that showed off his superhuman physique, and a pair of tight jeans, a pair of sunglasses on his eyes.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : He said he'd heard about your, and I quote "ability to take a man's mind off things with your body without even taking your clothes off" and trust me, he has a LOT of money.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Alright. Go get him to meet me down in the mini lounge. Set up the bar real quick, I'll be down there in five minutes.

Angel patted the guy on the shoulder and ran upstairs to change and actually make herself look decent. The assistant nodded his head, sending Batista down to the mini-lounge. Looking impatient, he sat himself down, having been provided with a drink by the assistant, sitting patiently and looking around the private mini-lounge. A few minutes later Angel stepped in from a side door, wearing a pair of leather pants that were slung low along her hips, showing off a gray thong, her stomach exposed, a skin tight black halter top barely covering her chest. Her hair was down, slightly damp along her shoulders. She smirked and walked in front of him, sliding onto his lap seamlessly, smirking.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : So ... you're the one that's been asking for me so much hmmm?

Batista rose an eyebrow as she slid onto his lap so quickly, his sunglasses hiding his expression as he sat back on the chair.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Oh..I've certainly heard a lot about you if you're Angel...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I’m the only woman in this club devilish enough to be Angel ... and I do hope what you heard was good [she pouted, leaning back on her heels to look at him.] Now what would a strong man like you need with little ole me?

The Animal [ Batista ] : I just needed someone with a body hot enough to get my mind off life. Things aren't exactly going to plan. Think you're capable of that? Oh, and I like to leave at least something to the imagination, so no cheating and taking all your clothes off. If that’s alright with you?

He slipped his hand into his pocket, holding out a wad of bills.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I never take All my clothes off love. I could almost best I don't need to take a thing off. [she smirked] you know I don't just dance for anyone anymore. So you're getting one hell of a deal.

Angel stood up, slowly, making sure her body nearly brushed his as she stood up to mess with the stereo for a second, before moving to the pole close to where he was sitting, leaning up against it and sliding to a crouch in front of him, smirking playfully. The slightest hint of a smirk crossed his lips as he leaned back in the chair, slowly taking off his sunglasses for a better look. Angel had picked something that was definitely not the normal music heard in a strip club. Well at least not in a modern club, Rob zombie started to play through the speaker, as she slid back up the pole, running her leg around it and twirling against it, sliding her hands along her hips, letting ehr eyes catch his as she slid her hand up, wrapping it around the pole. Batista listened to the music for a few seconds as he watched her beginning to tease.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Feeling a little aggressive and wild today? I'm all for being roughed up.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'd hate to hurt ya darlin'. [Angel slid around more, showing off a bit of her flexibility, rolling her body to the music, seemingly enjoying herself for the time being. ]

The Animal [ Batista ] : Oh I see what the guys were talking about now...[He began to relax as she showed off her flexibility, sitting up a little in the chair.] And leather pants totally suit you...

Angel smirked, and continued to manipulate her body around the metal pole, doing some mundane, and some not so mundane stunts- including hanging upside down and using her hips to 'walk' herself down the pole, all the while rocking her head to the music. She'd certainly taken Batista's attention, and all the while she'd been noticing Batista's physique and how he could be a real asset to her. He licked his lips at her latest move, nodding his head in approval.

The Animal [ Batista ] : So do you spend the whole routine on a metal pole or do you start to work a real one? Because I can stand up if it helps.

He winked, putting his sunglasses into his jeans pocket.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh, I'll do anything you'd like ... As long as my clothes stay on . . .

Angel slid off the pole and moved close to him again, sliding herself back onto his lap, and sliding her hands along his shoulders.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Anything I like? Mm...thats a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.

He played with the straps of her tanktop a little as he eyed her cleavage.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : what can i say, I like playing dangerous games.

Angel leaned closer to him, smirking playfully.

The Animal [ Batista ] : I suppose you can afford to when you've got an ass like yours that could get you out of any trouble you get into.

He stopped playing with the straps, running a finger down her left arm.

The Animal [ Batista ] : If you're doing requests, I'd like to see a little more of it. I think that'll certainly get my mind off having to come back into the wrestling business...

Angel smiled and stood up, bending over and running her hands along her legs before sliding back up, grinning. He stared at her backside, his first expression seeming to be awe before it was taken over by sheer lust. His hands outlined her curves, nodding his head in approval.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Now THAT...is curvacious. I could stare at that all day. So what do you do to stay in shape? Since you don't dance much anymore, I'm guessing you must have an active alternative career...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh, i work for the AwF. It's just a little thing to do when I'm not here watching my pet project.

Angel slid herself back to sit on his lap, leaning and rocking her hips teasingly.

The Animal [ Batista ] : AwF? Then I guess we'll be seeing more of each other.

He smiled as her backside rocked in his lap, biting his lip as he started to get 'heated'. Angel smirked and slid her hands teasingly along his inner thigh as she turned to look at him.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh really?

The Animal [ Batista ] : Yeah, my agent just got me a gig there. Its safe to say I'm not particularly thrilled about it - I wanted out of the wrestling business but if that ass of yours is gracing the locker room, it might be easier to motivate myself to turn up at work...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'd definitely like to see you around the locker room ... Especially since I think the showers are still co-ed [winks]

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm, lying to get a rise out of me is cheating...

He tried to cool off - he'd been surprised at how hot she'd been.

The Animal [ Batista ] : You know what? Having me as a sitting target is too easy for you, I'm gonna have to make you work for that money...

He lifted her off his lap, standing up so that he had freedom to move.

The Animal [ Batista ] : So, wrestler or sizzling-hot valet?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : One hundred percent ass kicker baby. In fact ... right now i'm the number one contender for a title [she smirked, and stood up, smirking and sliding ehr hands to play with the band of her pants.

He leaned himself against the metal pole she had previously danced upon.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Ah, nice. So you probably could rough me up then? Thats both worrying and a little arousing. [winks]

Angel turned to him, and put her leg up on his shoulder, grinning and leaning agaisnt him, licking her lips.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Perhaps ... but I'd kiss and make it better afterwards.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm...then that wouldn't be so bad...

He licked his lips, sliding a hand along her flexible leg that rested on his shoulder.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : I'm sure you wouldn't mind either way [she winked, and slid her leg down, pressing up against him instead]

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm...

His lips almost met hers, speaking softer as his hands rested on her hips, his large arms tensed to impress her.

The Animal [ Batista ] : You know, if you turned around now, this close to me, the amount that I drooled and the amount that I struggled as your ass pinned me to the metal pole would be completely up to you. I guess it'd depend how ruthless and merciless you feel.

Angel turned, and pushed against him just lightly.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : It's just going to be hard to tease you like this in AwF with my asshole of a partner breathing down my neck ... he's such a jerk.

Batista's eyes widened slightly as her backside pushed against his crotch, licking his lips.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm, who's your partner? Lucky bastard...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Johnny Stamboli. he told them to stuff it when they offered him a contract. he'd rather be mister big time mafia man. i'm getting tired of it. All he ever does is ... push me around. won't let me have any fun.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm, and you're still his partner? Just leave the asshole. If he doesn't appreciate this, he's not worth it...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : If I leave him ... I los emy club and I wouldn't find manly studs like you to tease.

The Animal [ Batista ] : So you need someone to teach him a lesson? Haven't I made it clear that as an AwF employee, I am making myself available for hire?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Oh but what would I have that would interest a man like you?

Angel presses into him harder. As her backside pushed him harder back against the metal pole, and she clearly felt his crotch, he gritted his teeth.

The Animal [ Batista ] : I'd say a lot of things...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well I can almost guarantee he'll get into a fight with me again. How about if you see it ... you help ... break it up?

Angel ground against him, smirking. She'd got him exactly where she needed him, teasing him mercilessly.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Mm...and you pay me..how much? Or more accurately...how?

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : How does … VIP access to the club and all of my personally trained dancers … and an on-call ass kicker to keep you out of hot water when you get ganged up on sound to you?

The Animal [ Batista ] : And what if I don't want any of your other dancers? It'd be kinda' difficult to take a step down after this...

[He looked down at her backside still pressed against him.]

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Then what would you want? Make me an offer ...

Angel slid her leg behind him, and around the pole, locking her body up against him, hand sliding up to his shoulder.

The Animal [ Batista ] : You need a bodyguard. I want your body. I'm not sure what the offer could be...you do this to me every week and I won't be able to think straight anyway.

He licked his lips, nodding his head in approval again at her moves.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : So basically ... you guard my body, just to get to see it writhe afterwards?

The Animal [ Batista ] : Oh I'd say that was worth it. And if you need someone to train those legs on, or practice your ring entrance on, you'll have my number...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Alright. it seems fair enough. For now. I have a match this week against Team Canada. I'd need you to keep the rest of the crew away from the ring, and keep Johnny away altogether. Simple enough right? And after the show ... I'll see about giving you another little show.

The Animal [ Batista ] : I think thats sufficient motivation to make sure I get the job done...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : alright then, we have a deal. Call the club if you need to get a hold of me. I was staying with a friend but he seems to have skipped town, so i'm shacking up here. Otherwise I'll see you at Mayhem.

The Animal [ Batista ] : That means you're gonna have to shift that ass away from me doesn't it?

He licked his lips.

The Animal [ Batista ] : Oh well. At least I'll get back control of my own mind for a day or so...

Angel slowly stood back up, and smirked.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Well I need you clear headed to take care of Johnny for me. But just think, after mayhem, you might just get a little more than you can handle [winks]

Batista took a deep breath as she moved away, nodding his head.

The Animal [ Batista ] : I'll look forward to it...

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : alright then. I need to get back to work at the bar. You can hang around if you like, but I'm afraid my dancing time is up. [smiles]

The Animal [ Batista ] : Then theres not much point in hanging around. I'll see you backstage at Mayhem. If you need any assistance with squeezing into your ring attire, I'm sure I can extend my duties.

He smirked as he tried to cool off, heading in the direction of the door.

-{ Scene One }- [ A Woman of Few Words . . . ]

The cameras started to roll. Angel was sitting in her locker room, taping up her hands and stretching. She was wearing a white wife beater and jeans, as if she was just getting ready for another day at the gym. She smiled, and seemed to ponder her words, before smirking and just mouthing “What the fuck does it matter” she smirked and cocked her head back.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Edge. I don’t know much about you these days. You’re well known to the AwF Fans. You’re a well known Villain for sure. All I can say is any egotist can be taken down, if you exploit what they are egotistical about. You say you’re the baddest, most R-rated man ever. But I would have to see that face to face because as far as I’m concerned, you’re just PG-13.

Angel shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, tilting her head to one side.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Natalya Neidhart. You have some big shoes to fill for sure. But I don’t think your dear old dad taught you the first rule about wrestling. It’s all about respect. And I doubt you have much of that with all your big talk and song and dance. You have a long way to go before you get to the top, and you aren’t going to get there by trying to bulldoze through the rungs. If you fall, you’ll have no one to climb back up from.

Angel stood up, popped her shoulders, and bounced from heel to heel.

The Ethereal Enigma [ Angel Russo ] : Trish Stratus. It was just by some stroke of luck that you were taken out in my match. You might just have beaten me. But whether or not you would have is irrelevant now. I pinned Beulah to win. I did what I had to. To win. And whether I’m alright with that or not is my own problem and not anyone elses. You can think you are cheated, you can think you deserve the title shot, that doesn’t matter to me. You’re a good wrestler Trish, but you are too loud, and too vocal about your hatred for everyone but yourself. That makes many enemies Trish, and that was proven by the way you were taken out last week. You have two people on your team that can’t even trust their own reflection, let alone themselves. The way I see it, this is just one big old fashioned cluster fuck that’s going to explode and drag us all to hell. Angel leans back, and simply shakes her head. You see, I’m not really Anti-Canada. And I’m not Anti-America. I’m Anti-idiot. And it seems to me that we are surrounded by them. So when it comes to this match, I’m not going to be looking at three Canadians facing me. I’m going to see three Idiots that just need to be taken down a peg.