Thanks for the reviews, and I hope I get more! (A shameless hint there) Don't worry Caligula the good stuff is coming right up!!! Terrastorm, I hope it didn't detract from the story! Here are the descriptions. The Shredder is where Paul leaps into the air, and does high-low kick. It is classified as middle, but I call it a high-low kick because one kick is quite a bit higher than the other.
Mmkay, the Boot is when he leans forward and unfolds his leg into the opponent's stomach. It is a middle region attack. The opponent will either hunch over clutching their stomach, then fall to their knees before collapsing face down. Or, they will just clutch their stomach, and not fall down.
Hammer of the Gods is where Paul whacks his opponent on top of the head, forcing them to either kneel, crumble to the floor. Strangely it is classified as middle, though I suspect it should be high.
Jazz Nights and Small Appetites
They next met at the hotels annual Jazz Night.
Paul put on his best (a.k.a only) tux, put extra gel in his hair, brushed his teeth twice (for good luck), cleaned the dirt from under his fingernails and waxed his eyebrows. Okay I'm kidding about the last one, but he did make an effort to look good.
Paul entered the room with Steve, who he found he had a natural affinity with. They both had great hair, small…………appetites and big egos.
They sat at an empty table, and began conversing.
'I think that Christie chick is hot. Man, I love her shorts. I wish she would wear them all the time, and walk right in front of me.' Steve smirked, and with his hands made the hourglass feminine figure, with the traditional whistle. Paul sniggered, and nodded his head fervently in agreement.
'Actually,' Steve retracted, 'I wish she'd wear nothing at all! Shazam!' And upon this last word he and Paul high-fived enthusiastically.
After the expected chorus of agreements and other similar comments, the doors opened, and several of the girls walked in. Steve almost drooled as Christie sauntered in, with what looked like a handkerchief as a skirt and a scarf as a halter-neck top. He gazed at her from afar, and appreciated the flimsy white material her outfit was made out of.
With Christie walked a teenage Chinese girl, who bounced energetically, and wore a kimono in a blinding shade of orange. As she spotted them, she waved and gave them a grin. Her smile was infectious, and Steve and Paul waved back. Neither Steve nor Paul could pronounce or even recall her actual name, as everyone just referred to her as Exy. She was always laughing and joking, and everyone doted on her, she was a fun spirit.
As soon as Christie was halfway into the room, she was swamped by men wanting to dance with her.
While Steve was trying to contain his excitement about Christie's clothing (and trying to figure out how he would manage to get her attention when just about every man was vying for her affections), Paul scanned the room for a certain woman he was eagerly anticipating the arrival of. He couldn't spot her. She had to be arriving soon.
Suddenly, with perfectly cliché timing, the gentle background music ceased, and there was a moments silence. In this moment, the wide stained glass centre door opened, and there was she.
She floated through the doors, ethereal and stunning. Her dress was canary yellow, not quite tight enough to suffocate, but enough make every man in the room nervously cross his legs. It was strapless, and complimented her figure. Her pale skin glinted slightly, and she had curled her hair, and paired it with red lips. She looked like a dark glamour Marilyn Monroe.
She cast a bright smile around the room, and began drifting across the room, to take a place at a table around centre. She was evidently awaiting someone to join her.
Paul took a deep breath, and winking at Steve, he waggled his eyebrows. Looking more confident than he felt, he sauntered over to her. But before he could reach her, the person she had been waiting for turned up.
'Hey cowgirl!' she called affectionately.
As soon as Paul saw her speak, he immediately pretended he had merely stood up to stretch his legs, though he had been sitting for little than 5 minutes. He sat back down, with Steve. He turned to see whom she had called.
A girl had just entered the room. Paul recognised her as the girl who used to always wear cowboy boots.
But, both Paul and Steve gaped, she certainly wasn't the girl in boots any more!
She wore a kelly-green dress, which gathered at the waist with a black material belt, and then flowed loosely from there. She looked stunning.
Steve, who gradually lifted his jaw from the ground, whispered to Paul,
' Wow, librarian turned seductress. I think I wanna get a library card.' He raised himself from his chair, pulled Paul from his, and galloped over to the centre table, where the two women were now seated.
They were giggling over something when Steve greeted them with a genius, well-educated, completely thought through,
'Hey ladies, you look so smokin' hot I think I need a cold shower.'
He turned to his librarian/seductress and bowed,
'May I have the pleasure of a dance?'
She licked her lips nervously, and nodded shyly. Steve grinned from ear to ear and led her onto the dance floor.
Which left Paul and her. He scrambled for something to say, and his ever trustworthy brain said,
'So, you're a girl huh? Howz that workin' out for ya?'
She giggled and replied with an elegantly raised eyebrow,
'Well, being a girl is certainly fun when you're asked to dance………'
Paul nearly swallowed his tongue.
'Uh,' he spluttered, 'Would you like to dance?'
She smiled coyly, and offered her hand,
'I think you know what I'll say.'
Well there you have it, I'm going to do a Pirates of the Caribbean, and release these chapters back to back. The next chappie should be up in a day or two! I'm having so much fun with this story!
Happy Days,
BreeLady
