02-21-2016, 11:28 PM
Ophelia McVeigh, XWF newcomer, is sitting atop a stool in a decently decorated bar. He sips from a wine glass filled with a Bloody Mary, a ghastly woman sitting next to him in a faded, stained and ripped, knee length off-white dress. He turns his head toward her and smirks his trademark, twisted grin. Cheshire-style, the woman giggling mischievously.
Suddenly, the front door swings open, and Austin Fernando steps through, 24/7 title draped over his right shoulder, cocky smile displaying his dove white teeth. He walks toward the stool beside the woman in the torn dress and painted face [white foundation, black points beneath her eyes] on the opposite side of where Ophelia sits.
Austin catches the lady's attention with a wink, and McVeigh quickly takes umbrage to this. "Excuse me 'champ', but I think you have your eye on something of mine." The woman glares at Ophelia. "You DON'T own me, you know? It's not like you're the only person on the face of the earth I can talk with, boopie. Mac, calm ya horses, k? We're not even an item yet, and 'sides, he's just trying to be friendly..." She turns to Austin, "...aren't ya Mister?"
Before Austin can respond, Ophelia stands from the stool, saunters toward Fernando, glass in hand... Austin glares into McVeigh's eyes, before looking up at the glass Ophelia holds steadily in the air... Swiftly, O.M. pours the drink all over Fernando's stylish hair and freshly ironed suit. Austin quickly boils over with rage, and he slugs Ophelia with a right fist to the shoulder.
Ophelia spears Austin to the floor, as Ophelia's unnamed lady friend begins to shake her head, but decides to cheer her buddy on anyway. Ophelia begins to lay in the boots as the patrons either rush out or shout out for blood. Austin grabs one of Ophelia's boots and rips it out from underneath him, tripping him down upon his back.
Austin lays in a few fists to the face, before standing. He pulls a pool stick off from a nearby pool table, before proceeding to dig the end into Ophelia's throat, choking him out for a few seconds, but McVeigh is able to roll out. Unfortunately for him, just as he does so, Austin whips the stick across Ophelia's back, leaving a deep red welt. Austin goes for another strike, but Ophelia's friend grabs the stick away.
He makes the mistake of turning toward her, shouting Spanish obscenities at her... and with Austin distracted, McVeigh smashes a full glass picture of tequila over the skull of Fernando. The picture shatters into teeny, tiny pieces as Fernando and the hundreds of shards fall to the floor. Austin drops to his knees, before toppling to his side. Ophelia goes for the cover, as the fallen title lay only a couple of inches away. Ophelia's gal pal hops up and down in joy, before alerting the bar keep who just so happens to also be a ref. He hops over the counter and goes to count the pin.
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