Your Enemy's Enemy (Aftermath)

Liz Smalls glances around the outside eatery, the sun is shining bright. The 'Coast 2 Coast Covergirl' is looking around for Radek Dayz, sworn enemy of her opponent for the main event at Killshot this week, Jack Owyns.

Finally, she spots him. She see's the tattooed'd, mohawked man sitting around 200 feet away from her at a table for two. She sighs.

Liz Smalls: "Great, he looks even more like a freak in person. This should be so fun. Thankies Mort."

Liz struts over confidently, pulling out her chair, taking a seat at the table across from Radek. She rests her expensive Chanel handbag on the table, forcing a smile as she holds her hand out towards Radek. Radek, seeming unimpressed at Liz, not in awe like most would be, casually shakes his head before shaking her hand. Immediately after the handshake, the obviously forced smile on Liz's face fades as she reaches into her Chanel bag, retrieving a small bottle of hand sanitizer. She lathers it up in her hands, desperately trying to cleanse her hands after the handshake with the stranger.

Liz Smalls: "So, its um...nice to meet you Mr Rydek, or does Mr. Dayz work better?"

Radek: "Its Radek. There's no 'y' in my name."

Liz Smalls: "Ummmm awwwwwkward...."

Liz nervously shifts around in her seat, before pounding the table in front of them, quickly realizing that was a mistake. She lifts her hand up, pouting at her own mistake as her hand now hurts, but she puts that thought to the back of her mind.

Liz Smalls: "Well, I guess I won't waste time because you don't seem the most sociable person here. Mr.Mort wanted me to meet with you because he wants me to really embarrass Jack this week. I mean, that won't take much anyway, but, still. I need dirt. Not the kind of dirt that he's covered in daily because he's a ga-ross gremlin, no, I need the personal stuff. The stuff that will put me over the top."

Radek stares at the petite Covergirl in front of him, calmly smirking at her intensity.

Radek Dayz: "Lets get one thing straight, I know the kind of game you play. I'm not helping you for any other reason other than the fact that I can't stand Jack Owyns. Dirt? We'd be here all night. You want gossip, I'm not giving you that. That'll come out in due time. I'll give the stuff that will help you win this match. I could talk about how he's a bad man, and not the kind of guy you see in a fabricated tv show."

Liz Smalls: "Fabricated? Umm, what does fabric have to do with anything?"

Liz rolls her eyes as Radek shakes his head, opting not to even get into that sort of debate with Liz.

Radek Dayz: "To put it simply, the guy isn't nice. He's a real piece of crap honestly. That won't even matter in a match though."

Liz puts her hand up to silence Radek.

Liz Smalls: "Okies but I love gossip. What's so bad that he's done? You can't just bring it up and then NOT tell me!"

Radek Dayz: "First off, don't ever put your hand in my face again."

Liz's face turns red, not a fan of the stern, seriousness in Radek's voice.

Radek Dayz: "Second, no. Again, I'm not here to ruin him, he'll do that himself in due time, but I am here to help you beat him in a match. I'm sure you've heard that Jack has been wrestling forever. The guy knows what he's doing in the ring, but he's also been through so many wars that his body is giving up on him. His left knee, target that. He's had surgery on it twice, and one more good attack on it could end his career. Doesn't help that the guy can barely fight his way out of a submission attack."

Liz smiles now, satisfied at the bit of info, just knowing that Mort is going to be so proud of her.

Radek Dayz: "Not even just the in-ring damage is what he's vulnerable for. Jack has been abusing painkillers, alcohol, drugs for years. His body can't take much more of it. The stress of ring work mixed with the torture he puts his body through, I wouldn't be surprised if the guy was dead in the next 5 years. Wear him down, make him work, make him chase you. He'll tired out from the years of cigarette smoke, he'll be vulnerable.

One more thing, piss him off. Make him see red, but be careful when you do. If you throw him off his game enough, he'll be open for an attack because his focus will be all over the place. But if you piss him off, and he gets a hold of you...its game over princess. That cute little face? It'll be re-arranged, I've seen him do it before, to women who aren't half as annoying as you are."

Liz reaches up, running her manicured hands across her face slowly, after gulping at the warning issued to her. She smiles awkwardly and quickly stands up.

Liz Smalls: "Ummm, I think I've heard enough. I have enough to beat him...even more than I could before. I---I...he better not touch my face!!!! Ugh!!!"

Liz picks up her Chanel bag and hurries out of the outdoor eatery, leaving Radek shaking his head at the sudden exit of 'Miss Metro'.

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