Chyna and Billy forced their way through a small throng of prepubescent Kiss Army recruits, all who sniggered at Billy's attire.
"How dare they?" Billy demanded. "Look at what they're wearing! I'm hurt."
"You're also bigger than they are." Chyna muttered.
"You're right, you know." Billy said, looking happier. A small boy in Paul Stanley regalia tried to relieve Billy of his boa, to which he replied with a backhand slap to the back of the head. The kid hit the ground with amazing force, considering his size. "Let's take his ticket, Chy. Hunter's evil, so he'll appreciate that. Plus, that'll save the whole check thing."
"Too true." Chyna agreed. "Billy, relieve the kid of his ticket. Any moral guilt we may feel cancels Hunter's whining for the rest of the evening." The Ninth Wonder of the World milled over thoughtfully towards the merchandise stands as Billy hauled the small child up by his enormous, teased hair.
"Fork over the ticket, kiddo." Billy ordered in a tone of supreme authority. The kid's lip quibbled.
"I don't have my ticket, mister," The child said earnestly. "My big brother is keeping it for me, so I won't lose it. Oh, don't hurt me, please." Billy released his hair with a roll of his eyes. What he was no expecting, however, was the kick to the groin (which had less dexterity than Chyna ever had). He sank to the ground, clutching the front of his crisp, hot pink shorts, as the young Paul Stanley enthusiast proceeded to call over a large gang of toughs. Billy looked up, and made a supreme effort not to cry. The kid's older brother just happened to be none other than the Big Show.
"Yo Billy," Said Show, looking down at the pathetic blond clutching at his crotch. "I didn't know you liked Kiss. I always thought you were more of a Culture Club mark, myself."
"He's a bad man," Little brother quipped.
"He's barely a man at all," Said Show, nudging Billy with his foot. "Now, what did he do to warrant a low blow from my kid brother?"
Chyna sensed unconsciously that their plan might have gone slightly askew. Turning away from her examination of a collection of action figures, she winced as she watched Billy take the chokeslam. Noticing the Paul Stanley lookalike turning his attentions towards where she was standing, she shot like a flash, behind the stand. Damn, it's hard running in these heels. She thought. iPerhaps Hunter is right. Nah, he's never right./i
"Chyna, you say?" She heard the Big Show's voice. iShit!/i She mentally cursed, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling frantically underneath the Merchandise stall. Landing flat on her stomach, she brushed away the community of spider webs that had tangled in her hair, and powered like a commando further into the gloom. Through the tiny crack of light before her, she could see Billy's radiant shorts with the enormous luscious lips beaming at her. It was not the best of visual images.
"She was right here," She heard the kid. "I guess she must've ran."
"And left the fruit to take a pummeling." One of the toughs added. "Some friend."
"Pfft," Chyna muttered to herself. iI need to save myself here buddy. I'd like to see you take a chokeslam in favor of saving Billy's neon ass./i
She heard the footsteps grow fainter, and assuming all was safe, heaved herself out. She groaned in dismay as she noted the amount of filth now encrusted onto her jeans and leather tank top. "Why fucking me?" She muttered, staggering half assed on her stilettos towards where Billy was laid out like a pretzel ."It didn't work huh?"
"No," Billy managed to force from his windpipe. Chyna sighed, and grabbing his arm, hauled him to his feet. His eyes suddenly dropped to the level of Chyna's jeans, then her chest, and finally to her dirt smudged face. "Although, maybe I got the better end of the deal," He cracked his neck. "I may be in a lot of pain, but at least I don't look like a crawled out of the black lagoon."
"You take that back!" Chyna shrieked, pushing Billy and causing him to land directly on his ass for the second time in as many minutes. Her jaw clenched, she stared down at him with a look that could be described only as positively feral.
"I'm sorry," He whimpered. "You look better than me! You look better than me!"
"Good." Chyna grunted in reply, grabbing Billy and storming off towards the merchandise stand. "I need a change of clothes."
The vendor looked frightened as he pushed the Kiss Jersey over the counter. "No charge, miss."
"Good." Chyna grunted again, stomping back towards the Tiger Arena.
"How dare they?" Billy demanded. "Look at what they're wearing! I'm hurt."
"You're also bigger than they are." Chyna muttered.
"You're right, you know." Billy said, looking happier. A small boy in Paul Stanley regalia tried to relieve Billy of his boa, to which he replied with a backhand slap to the back of the head. The kid hit the ground with amazing force, considering his size. "Let's take his ticket, Chy. Hunter's evil, so he'll appreciate that. Plus, that'll save the whole check thing."
"Too true." Chyna agreed. "Billy, relieve the kid of his ticket. Any moral guilt we may feel cancels Hunter's whining for the rest of the evening." The Ninth Wonder of the World milled over thoughtfully towards the merchandise stands as Billy hauled the small child up by his enormous, teased hair.
"Fork over the ticket, kiddo." Billy ordered in a tone of supreme authority. The kid's lip quibbled.
"I don't have my ticket, mister," The child said earnestly. "My big brother is keeping it for me, so I won't lose it. Oh, don't hurt me, please." Billy released his hair with a roll of his eyes. What he was no expecting, however, was the kick to the groin (which had less dexterity than Chyna ever had). He sank to the ground, clutching the front of his crisp, hot pink shorts, as the young Paul Stanley enthusiast proceeded to call over a large gang of toughs. Billy looked up, and made a supreme effort not to cry. The kid's older brother just happened to be none other than the Big Show.
"Yo Billy," Said Show, looking down at the pathetic blond clutching at his crotch. "I didn't know you liked Kiss. I always thought you were more of a Culture Club mark, myself."
"He's a bad man," Little brother quipped.
"He's barely a man at all," Said Show, nudging Billy with his foot. "Now, what did he do to warrant a low blow from my kid brother?"
Chyna sensed unconsciously that their plan might have gone slightly askew. Turning away from her examination of a collection of action figures, she winced as she watched Billy take the chokeslam. Noticing the Paul Stanley lookalike turning his attentions towards where she was standing, she shot like a flash, behind the stand. Damn, it's hard running in these heels. She thought. iPerhaps Hunter is right. Nah, he's never right./i
"Chyna, you say?" She heard the Big Show's voice. iShit!/i She mentally cursed, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling frantically underneath the Merchandise stall. Landing flat on her stomach, she brushed away the community of spider webs that had tangled in her hair, and powered like a commando further into the gloom. Through the tiny crack of light before her, she could see Billy's radiant shorts with the enormous luscious lips beaming at her. It was not the best of visual images.
"She was right here," She heard the kid. "I guess she must've ran."
"And left the fruit to take a pummeling." One of the toughs added. "Some friend."
"Pfft," Chyna muttered to herself. iI need to save myself here buddy. I'd like to see you take a chokeslam in favor of saving Billy's neon ass./i
She heard the footsteps grow fainter, and assuming all was safe, heaved herself out. She groaned in dismay as she noted the amount of filth now encrusted onto her jeans and leather tank top. "Why fucking me?" She muttered, staggering half assed on her stilettos towards where Billy was laid out like a pretzel ."It didn't work huh?"
"No," Billy managed to force from his windpipe. Chyna sighed, and grabbing his arm, hauled him to his feet. His eyes suddenly dropped to the level of Chyna's jeans, then her chest, and finally to her dirt smudged face. "Although, maybe I got the better end of the deal," He cracked his neck. "I may be in a lot of pain, but at least I don't look like a crawled out of the black lagoon."
"You take that back!" Chyna shrieked, pushing Billy and causing him to land directly on his ass for the second time in as many minutes. Her jaw clenched, she stared down at him with a look that could be described only as positively feral.
"I'm sorry," He whimpered. "You look better than me! You look better than me!"
"Good." Chyna grunted in reply, grabbing Billy and storming off towards the merchandise stand. "I need a change of clothes."
The vendor looked frightened as he pushed the Kiss Jersey over the counter. "No charge, miss."
"Good." Chyna grunted again, stomping back towards the Tiger Arena.