So, a ninja and a leopard walk into a bar....

King wanted to chill out for the rest of the night by going to the bar and get some ice cold beer, maybe not just one but maybe three or four to add down the hatch, going to the pretty popular bar called 'Wild Buzz', the name probably hint of what happen after drinking so much and things could get crazy, just what Killer King likes. Opening the door to walk right in, seeing the long counter with row of stools, wanting to sit near the corner where the counter curve, sitting down and telling, instead of asking politely, getting him couple of good boozes. "Give me the usual!"

Patiently waiting for his usual, in his jeans, black shirt and of course, the legendary evil black leopard mask that no one, or very rarely, see what he look like under the mask, no one should ever try attempting to pull the mask. "Ah finally!" Two of the finest booze that have several different types of alcohol that makes it so strong and satisfying taste, tingles his taste buds. "Mmmmmm good shit here." He also ordering couple of plates full of buffalo wings with some Mexican flavor to get some kicks in it. "Man I missed Mexico, hell, Japan knows how to make anything great." He praise the countries, both of them, continue to enjoy his night with his spicy wings and boozes. "MMM!"

Victory in her first match - that was worth drinking to. Although, truth be told, Ninjette would have wound up here, regardless. But victory were the best kind of drinks.

It had been a lot harder than she thought it would be - after spending so much time fighting off assassins, everything else sounded easy. She thought wrestling was going to be a breeze, but Jay surprised her, she had to admit - her body would be feeling the pain for a while, no doubt, and she had other matches coming up to - whoever told her that Tension was the lightweight division lied their ass off.

But, nonetheless, she'd endured, and made sweet, sweet bonus money for the win. Bonus money that was now going towards her all-time favorite vice - rampant alcoholism.

She'd only finished her first cup of Jack and Coke when she started hallucinating, though, because she could have sworn she saw a guy with a leopard head walking in, like something out of Guin Saga. Loud as hell, too - not doing wonders for the slight, ever-growing headache she had. "Hey. Buddy." She waved his way. "Mind using your inside voice?"

King taking more bites of his delicious wings that people could not see how he could eat it with a mask on, he was really enjoying his night, had a lot of money thanks for his deadly reputation of being the most evil male wrestler in Tension, nearly undefeated and have a impressive record as well, but still, he want more of his victims to be on his 'hit list'. "Mmmm so damn good..." Eventually, he hear a girly voice coming right at his direction as he turn to look, it was some girl that look actually pretty hot though she said to use his inside voice? The beast growls a little and stares at her.

"What do you mean using my 'inside voice'?" He said, slowly sitting out of his seat and moving slowly toward her, would stand beside her to look down even closer, no one would dare to talk to him or even saying such things like that. "Who are you? I never see you around before." He snarled at her and turn to look at the drink shes enjoying. "Hmph, is that all?"

"Whoa, there." She pressed a finger to his chest and gently pushed him back. "Personal space. Couple steps back."

This was the second cat-themed crazy person she met within 24 hours - no way that was a coincidence. Was it something she was wearing? Perfume, maybe? It's like they were fucking drawn to her.

"Anyway, as I was saying, pussycat..." She took another sip, finishing off her glass and motioning for the bartender to refill. He did in short order, giving them both glances as he did, a worrying look starting to fill up his face. Like this scene was all too familiar. "Keep. It. Down. Some of us are trying to get inebriated in relative peace and quiet, 'kay? You want to thump your chest, get a fucking man cave like every other limp-dicked jackoff."

With King staring down at her just to see what is she all about, so far her whole body and the look of her outfit, its a double plus for him but, her attitude a bit negative since she is pretty cocky and very confident that she isnt afraid of him at all, her finger pushes against his chest as he only took a step back instead of her suggestive couple steps.

"Keep it down?" He asked, he purposely raising his voice to irritates her for his own fun. "WELL!.... in this bar, no such thing as peace and quiet babe." He continues to check her out and seeing shes getting more of those pussy drinks that she can only handle he assumed. "You're one interesting bitch.... dont seem to be afraid of me at all.... and you looking like a , what is it... a ninja? Are you some special cops roaming around here?" Course King doesnt know shes from the wrestling league but he only can wish she was in so he would love kick her ass anyday. "Hmph, just so you know babe, I dont take orders around by someone like you." He would then pushes her with his own finger but not like she did to his chest, he instead pushes her at the forehead.

"A...cop?" She slowly turned her head back to him, snickering. "Do I look like a cop to you? Do you see a badge nestled somewhere in what little cleavage I have?" She even gave him a quick flash for emphasis. "As for being a ninja - yeah. Good guess. You should do Jeopardy."

She started to reach for another drink, when he made the mistake of pushing her back - in her head of all places. She rocked her neck to the side, then sat back up and craned her neck back his way, just as slow as before. She blinked. Twice. Then sighed.

"Okay - before I shove my sword so far up your ass that I'll be able to pick your teeth from the other goddamn side...mind telling me what's up with the mask? Just dying to know what your gimmick is, Mr..."

"Fuck, I dont know what cops look like in Japan, they can be mysterious the hell I know." He said, but she was willing to show bit of fun for him, giving him many many dirty thoughts of course but that mind changed and turn sour thanks for her mockery for him guessing what kind of 'job' she is, a ninja. "Ngh...."

But after that, he poked her forehead back that made her a bit annoyed and blinked, in his mind, he laughs out loud that almost slipping out of his mouth. "Oh tough girl using your petty sword huh? The name is Killer King, maybe you heard of me?....." He grins hidden under the mask and continue on with confident as he reach for his drinks that slowly moving up to the mouth of the mask. "And this mask is what makes me, the deadly beast!" slowly trying to get a gulp of his drink.

"You know, that answer doesn't actually explain the mask one damn bit."

The name actually did ring a few bells, now that he mentioned it - she'd heard tell of some guy in Tension who had a rep for thrashing girls around. Not exactly what she pictured. Well, his body was about what she pictured. Notsomuch the leopard mask. Really didn't see that coming.

"Never heard of you." She took an ice cube out of her new cup and flicked it at his chest, letting it bounce off the muscle. "But you're a wrestler or something? So am I, how about that? I can shut that purdy little mouth of yours up over a match."

"Hmph, fine, I have lot of scars and such on my face, dare to remove my mask, I'll kick that you call an ass, if you have any that is, bwhaha!" He mocked her before gulping his glass before slamming it down on the table, signaling the bartender to give him another round, he is feeling really good about it.

He turned to look at her as she never heard of him? He couldnt believe that, but maybe this ninja doesnt get the message at all then. He watches her pick up an ice cube to flick right onto his large chest, bouncing right off before shattered on the floor. But his attention turn to her again when she claims to be a wrestler too. "You serious? A wrestler like you? HA!" Finally another glass of his booze comes by on the table and he picks it up, slowly moving to his mouth. "Sure, I accept your challenge babe, what you want, I can beat you in anything you pick for us." Then slowly slipping his drinks in.

Ninjette just waved off the crack about her ass - clearly, that stupid mask was fucking up his vision. She may not have had much going on in the front, but, similar to a mullet, the part was all in the back. Perfectly toned ninja chassis.

"Anything, huh?" She leaned back. "How about...a...'Take A Shot' match? Every pinfall, KO, or Submission, loser has to take a shot from the hardest thing they've got under the table. First to puke or pass out losses."

A match with an opportunity for free beer - her kind of setup.