A Chance Meeting or Predetermined Situation?

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan is wondering around the backstage are of the EVPW arena, his hair is slicked back and he is as always dressed to impressed. The old saying of 'You look good, you feel good' obviously his frame of mind. The young man from Jacksonville heads into the men's bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He runs his index finger over his eyebrows and chuckles.

"Damn! I look good..."

He takes another long look at himself and picks some lint off his shoulder. He pulls a toothbrush out of his pocket and gives his pearly whites a quick touch up before giving himself one last look over. He opens the door and heads back out to the hall. As soon as his foot steps out into the hall, he feels someone's shoulder hit his, hard. He turns to see who the collision is with.

TBC: They know who

[Sublime]

The door to the locker room shut with a snap and she started down the hall, her sneakers squeaking on the tile as Bella made her way toward the gym. She wore a pair of yoga pants and a matching black sports bra. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a pair of hello kitty shaped headphones covered her ears. The fair haired diva walked down the hall with her eyes trained on her feet and her brain marinating in the lusty guitar riffs and heart fluttering boom of her music. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and her body jerked around by the force of the collusion.

She plucked the kitties from her ears and centered her gaze on whatever she had collided with. When she saw it was Ethan she immediately flushed and began to apologize profusely, “I’m so sorry Ethan. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m just heading toward the gym and there’s a lot on my mind and I wasn’t paying attention… Are you okay?”

She stepped forward and placed her hand gently on his shoulder.

[Ethan Hawke]

The first thing he sees is blonde hair fluttering in the air as she quickly darted around. Her voice collides with his ear drum like a soft song. He looks into those beatiful eyes after taking in the rest of her. 'She looks really good today,' he thinks to himself, 'right conversation first then use your imagination.'. He shakes out the cobwebs and rubs his shoulder a little, brushing her hand gently in the process.

"It's cool... It's cool breathe... Trust me nothing is broken..."

He takes a slow breath and smiles, brightly.

"Actually glad I ran into you... Eventhough the way it happened was a little too literal... But I needed to talk to you... At least I think I do..."

He pauses for a moment.

"About the other night... I owe you an apology... Looking back I do feel I tried to rush things a little... And I'm sorry for that..."

He stops talking to let what he is saying sink in.

"Start over?"

He reaches out his hand toward her as if going for a handshake.

"Ethan Hawke..."

[Sublime]

Bella’s cheeks blazed like a pair of cook top burners as his hand brushed against hers, “okay, I’ll calm myself…” she relaxed her stance and giggled at Hawk’s little joke, “indeed, I’m sure you could have gone without the sore shoulder. It’s nice to see you again Ethan.”

The fair haired beauty furrowed her brows and listened intently at the mention of needing to talk. Her arms subconsciously folded over her chest and her eyes diverted to the floor as he acknowledged his mistake, “maybe just a little... but-”

However, at the suggestion of starting over Miss Morte immediately brightened and extended her hand, “Elizabeth Turpin, a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hawk.”

[Ethan Hawke]

"Please call me Ethan... Mr. Hawke is my father."

He chuckles a little.

"So what would you like to know?"

The question opens the door to a lot, he knows this, but at the same time he feels he owes the young woman that much at least. He slicks back his hair a little and smirks.

"Ask me anything you wish and I promise to answer Ms. Turpin."

[Sublime]

“Well in that Case you had better call me Beth… Or Liz… Or Lizzie, but not Ms. Turpin.”

Bella hooked her arm in the crook of Ethan’s elbow and tugged him lightly to follow her down the hall; determined to get some training in after losing yet another match. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she contemplated the handsome wrestler’s question, “Well… Ethan ...You say I can ask you anything… So, How about... What are your intentions with me; friends or something more?”

Miss Morte Leaned her head on her companion’s shoulder and gazed up at his face awaiting his answer.

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan thinks about it for moment and looks into those beautiful eyes.

"My intentions as you so elequently put it... Hmm... I would say I wouldn't mind being more than friends with you, but the truth is that is your decision."

He rubs her shoulder as they enter the gym area.

"So you gonna show me your moves?"

[Sublime]

Bella smiled brightly, her green eyes sparkling, "we'll see where things go, I really like you, so... So things are looking up so far."

Miss Morte relaxed into Ethan's gentle touch, her grin widening at the familiar squeaky sound of the wrestling mat on the rubber soles of her shoes, "you wanna see some moves huh?"

Her hand crept up to meet his hand upon her shoulder. The fair haired diva suddenly gripped his wrist and threw her body forward. She curled inward and used the motion as leverage to fling the surprised wrestler on his back on the mat. The air was forced from his lungs as he was smashed into the ground. Bella Immediately dropped to his side and wrapped her legs around his waist, exerting as much pressure as she could muster, "what've you got?"

Beth raised her eyebrow and gave her friend a rebellious smirk, as if to say 'bring it on'.

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan lets out a suprised chuckle.

"Oh really now? It's gonne be like that?"

He slowly raisesw back to his feet, carrying her light frame with him. He wraps an arm around her leg and loosens her grip before tossing her over his shoulder and taking her down to the canvas, he lays on top of before grabbing her wrist and pinning her down. He grapvines her legs with his and stretches slightly.

"You might want to be careful I could get use to having you in this position."

He winks before rolling them both a couple times to end up back on top again. The Head Hunters eyes lock onto her emerald green gems and a smirk grows wider on his face. His lips move toward her ear and he licks his lips before letting his breath tease her lobe.

"Is that the best you can do babe?"

[Sublime]

Miss Morte squealed with childlike glee as she was effortlessly hoisted up with her limbs wrapped around Hawke's body, "you asked for it."

A surprised yelp escaped from her open mouth when she was suddenly dislodged from her friend's waist, tossed over his shoulder and then thrown roughly onto the mat. A grunt gurgled out of her chest as he climbed on top of her and trapped her in an uncomfortable submission hold. Her cheeks blushed violently at his statement, but before she could provide a proper retort they tumbled. Bella squeaked and her eyes danced in their sockets. Emerald orbs widened wildly when he whispered into her ear and embarassment washed over the expanse of her body. Bella Morte responded by wrapping her legs around his upper back. She then interlocked her hands behind Ethan's head, pulling forward one leg to rest beneath his chin,and Morte effectively trapping one of his arms in the croook of her knee. She then pulled her other stem out from under her adversary’s other arm to support the limb positioned under her rival’s chin. The tattooed beauty then proceeded to exert pressure on Ethan's neck. The aerial ace sputtered and clawed at the diva's thighs and she immediately released the hold, "are you okay, I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away."

Hawke chuckled lightly and suddenly rolled Bella up in a pin. The diva growled, though it sounded about as intimidating as a kitten, and kicked out of the pin. She then tackled Ethan, steadied herself upon his chest and delivered a firm but suppressed right hook to his jaw. As she goes to offer up another helping her catches her fist in his hand.

[Ethan Hawke]

Her fist firmly held in his palm as Ethan looks up at her and smile. He looks at the hand he keeps a decent grip on and pulls her toward him before gently pressing his lips to her's. He keeps his lips against her's for a moment as he rolls them once again and pins her down. He trails his way to her ear and his words come out a seductive and breathy whisper.

"One... Two... Three..."

Hawke chuckles proud of himself and winks at the still stunned blonde.

"Best of three?"

He awaits her response in a semi-defensive stance ready for her next possible pounce.

[Sublime]

It was over as quickly as it had begun. Bella squeaked as she was yanked forward and their lips collided. A shiver crept up her spine, her flesh felt as if it were on fire and her mind went blank. She hadn't even noticed them spinning until his mouth separated from hers and she found herself pinned.She gulped anxiously as he whispered in her ear and the fair haired beauty made no move to stop the count.

When he broke away she followed after him, her arms sliding around his neck of their own accord, she pressed her lips against his again; still hungry.

EOT