Rock The House

Juniper was watching the fight go on, and people try to contain it. A hours full of wrestlers was good and bad, both at the same time. And Juniper would have koved to be apart of the chaos. But as much as this tempted her, she would stay at her seat. Seeing the girl who convinced her to target Eliza though made the redhead give her a wave.

Meanwhile, Jay was coming back with another slice of cake. Through the series of events that took place, Duffy hit Ryan, causing the big Brit to fall back just a bit. Enough to tip Jay's plate and smear cake on his jacket. "Augh.....Awe...."

The party was slowly going the direction Clyde had feared. Going from a good time to a bar room brawl.  "Sorry guys!" Clyde called to Jay and Ryan as he approached Duff.

"Duffy! Duffy calm the hell down!" Clyde exclaimed as he put his hands on Duffy's shoulders to hold her back while leaning his chin backwards and being very wary of a potential kick to his groin.

"Ms. Kyoko is right! No more fightin'! Save for the ring! Not my house!" Argued Clyde who would then nod nod  Dixie as she laid the ground rules... Although they worried Clyde a bit. "Uhh... Just make sure it's not on any furniture, Dixie..." Clyde muttered nervously, looking over to see the rest of the guests before he noticed Juniper wave to someone.

In all the commotion, Clyde didn't hear a knock or even a voice... But then... He saw her and everything around went quiet the moment he saw a girl with pink hair, matching blouse, a skirt and form fitting leggings.  Mercy Wrenn, standing in his doorway.

She was here! Finally she was here! The one he had been waiting for! She made it.... At the worst possible time!!

"Ah!" Clyde's eyes shot wide with terror as he pretty much just abounded the entire Party, John and an angry Duffy as he took off in the blink an eye! Zooming to the front door without breaking into a run, slicking his hair back as he tried to appear casual as he stopped in front of Mercy and put rested his hand on the doorway.

"M-Mercy! Hey! Hey! Uh... Hey! You uh, Ya look uh... Ya look- You look nice! It's good to see ya! Yeah! Glad you came!" Clyde stammered with a wide, goofy grin as he stammered like an idiot as he gazed into the pretty eyes of the paralegal, so fixated on her and nervous about the current state of the party, that he
(Somehow) failed to spot Mexico's most beautiful wrestler standing behind her.

Bonnie, meanwhile, in the arms of Alaina, saw the whole awkward display and palmed her face loudly as she lowered her head.

"We just playin' a lil game right now..." Clyde said as he turned to back to face the rest of the party and eyed each and very single one of them. "Right y'all?"

It seemed that everyone and everything either slowed or stopped when Mercy stepped in. Just about everyone knew that whole story. Barring Juniper, though. She noted how nervous Clyde seemed to be. But she just figured that he didnt want to embarrass himself in front of incoming guests.

What he took the time to look at every guest, the redhead would simply nod before turning around in her chair and give off a nervous laugh of her own. Jay lowered his eyes in an unamused way and shrugged. "Yeah, whatever, okay." He then walked back to the delicious cake John made to replace his lost slice, shaking his head all the while.

Ryan and John were wondering if Duffy was going to calm down, her earlier moves had proven she hadn't really. After all she clonked Mr Knight on the head, something that in Ryan's mind was just not deserved. If this woman was an associate of Mr Gastin Ryan wondered why, but he'd stay his tongue on the matter. Good old British stiff upper lip. Though the young man would most likely request an apology from the Scot before the night was out. Thankfully it seemed that Clyde was now coming in for the save to calm Duffy down.

Seeing that the champ was coming in John would admit that he loosened his grip ever so slightly on the woman, though he wasn't going to put himself at risk of a cheap shot if he could help it. Now though it seemed like the situation was being resolved, no way the Scot could get past the likes of Tension's cowboy. The paragon of Britain and the master of creation, still another person entered.

As this had all gone on Eliza had been watching, biting her lower lip as it were. She had to admit she was rather angered at seeing her ex being hit like that, though she'd let it slide for Clyde's behalf. Not to mention that the champ was really being authoritative in his party, a sign of good things to come for Mr Gastin. Though when the door opened and Mercy stepped in, Eliza had a look of mild surprise on her face. Oh bollocks. She showed up, a positive sign for Clyde sure. But it was at the first possible time.

Clyde's statement was clear, Ryan stepped away from Duffy though making sure that he was ahead of her just in case. John promptly let go, albeit with a hint of reluctance till his boss looked at him. "Oh yes, indeed." Ryan dryly remarked, one hand rubbing his head on reflex. John avoided looking at anyone and stuck his hands in his pockets, and Ms Harenwood simply smiled politely. The chaos that was going on had just seemingly stopped just like that.

"Piss of ye ruddy wanker!" Duffy snarled as Clyde got in her face. She was tempted to go after him too, but when she saw the horde of people who went after Diana, she tried to calm herself. She yanked her arm free from John's grip and tugged on her dress. "A'm fine, now fuck off." She barked to the Tension tag champs and stormed off towards the fridge to fish out a few beers.

"Uh, hey, Clyde." Mercy said, smiling warmly at the Texan. She was feeling a bit shy and Clyde's eagerness was making things a bit awkward. She glanced around and saw the giant red head waving at her and frowned. people like her was exactly the reason she wanted Angel with her.

"Thanks for inviting me..." She glanced around the room. "Your place looks nice." She gave him a half hearted punch to the arm. "Raking in the big bucks now, huh?" Mercy tried her best to laugh.

"Um, anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I brought a friend. She's, um, she in the company. Friction, you know, I wasn't sure if I was going to know anyone else aside from you since you know mostly Tension people, so I just thought..." Mercy tried to explain. She then stepped in and made room for Angel.

"Um, I don't know if you've ever met-met, but you probably know her..."

As the rest of the party turned their attention to herself and Mercy, Angel looked back at them, glancing over the assorted guests, looking at who all was in attendance and sizing up the ones she had never met one-by-one. She wasn't here to party. She was here on bodyguard duty, and she was in full defense mode.

She stepped in as Mercy moved aside, giving her room to fully enter, and moved up beside of her lover, standing close by her side. With a bit of a smirk, she turned her attention to Clyde and met his gaze, just for a moment, reaching up to adjust her jacket at the same time.

"I'm pretty sure he knows who I am, chica. I don't think anyone could be that clueless."

Diana's restraint soon turned to less of one, as it became apparent the Italian had seemingly given her share of trouble. She'd keep her eyes on Duffy as she too was carried backwards, smiling somewhat at the fact she seemed to be the one of the two of them unable to control her anger, as she jostled like a mad woman before finally calming down, albeit not without giving her restrainers a good hit or two.

The Italian would continue to remain somewhat calm, her eyes going briefly wide eyed as Clyde seemed to blame the entirety of what just transpired on her. True or not, Diana wasn't the sort to take the blame for a woman she had just met throwing the first hit, as she'd somewhat pace towards Clyde in a slow, non threatening fashion as he sought to Duffy. Then someone else got in her way. Intentionally or not, Diana would stop her pace, glaring deep into the eyes of the woman who too had just insisted she leave.

Bodies but a few inches from one another, Diana would shoot Dixie a glare as icy as the one given to her back, the two mighty physical specimens creating yet another awkward tension in the room. Eyes rolling down and briefly scanning the woman, Diana couldn't deny that she wouldn't complain at trying the Texan. After all, if you dyed Diana's hair blonde and swapped her Italian tone for a Texan one, her stature could almost make you confuse her for the woman. Eyes meeting the glare once more, she'd simply tut under her breath, before throwing a dark glare. If her eyes could talk, they'd be screaming the words- Next time.

Stepping around the cowgirl, intending not to aggressively nudge her and give more reason for violence, she continued her pace up to Clyde, in effort to defend herself. Luck would have it, it seemed she could manipulate the turn of events to perhaps lengthen her stay. After all, things seemed to be kicking off in interesting ways!

As Clyde turned to request the parties support in faking that the violence that just occurred was simply a game, Diana felt somewhat smug as she stepped besides the host of the party, even hooking an arm in a uncharacteristically friendly manner!

"Haha!" She'd roar, in almost painfully fake laughter, as she partially pulled Clydes head against her shoulder in a friendly, 'buddy' way. Speaking the most she had all party, she'd continue to throw a fake jolly tone. "Alotta big characters in the room, it's all just fun and games you know how it is!" She'd briefly latch eyes on the girl Clyde was seemingly trying to impress, again pulling his head to her shoulder before turning her look back to him. "A little too much fun for me! Think I'll need a sit down and a good drink, I'll catch you later, bud!" She'd wink, stepping away, confident as hell Clyde wouldn't risk looking the villain by throwing her out now.

If her scheme worked, she'd take her place back in the party, eyes scrolling around the room for any face she knew, that preferably wasn't Duffy or Dixie.

Dixie met Diana's gaze as the woman glared towards her, the Texan lifting her arms, folding them over her chest. She wasn't backing down, and from her pose and her posture, it was almost like she was daring Diana to make a move. She wasn't worried or scared. If Diana even thought about throwing a punch, Dixie was ready to kick her ass clear out of the apartment and into the next city district.

When Diana stepped towards Clyde, the cowgirl tensed up, watching the Amazon closer. Sure, Dixie knew she could take her, but she wasn't so sure about Clyde. She waited until Diana stepped away, then breathed a light sigh of relief. Diana didn't seem to be trying to do anything yet, but she was still there and not leaving.

With the tiniest bit of worry on her face, she looked towards Clyde, hoping for some sort of signal or instruction on what to do about Diana. He was busy with his ex, sure, but she hoped for some kind of sign from him.

When Duffy  made her way into the kitchen, Bonnie sighed and pushed herself off of Alaina, giving the entropy a champion a look in the eyes before she adressed everyone who helped break up the fight. "C'mon yall. Let's git back ta' havin' a good time." Bonnie encouraged in a low voice that she hoped Mercy wouldn't hear.

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"Hey." Clyde said back to Mercy as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked sheepishly at her. He felt eager and shy at the same time, even a little awkward for a reason he couldn't comprehend.

"O' course! Thanks!" Said the cowboy, smiling a bit sheepishly as Mercy seemed to like his new home. But when she punched his arm and laughed, he felt a tinge of oddity. He was beyond happy to see her, but something felt a little off from the Mercy he had always known. She was acting a little weird.

"Well~ I don't mean ta' brag buut..." Clyde began to say, about to compare his check to how many times they could visit Octopus Garden before that Diana chick showed up and slung her arm around him.

"!!" Clyde's eyes went wide, not knowing what to do or say for a moment as the woman clearly faked her jolly nature, Clyde gave her a wide grin and patted her arm. "'Scuse me, Mercy... Ya! Sure thing, pal! Heh!" Clyde exclaimed, letting Diana go away with a wide smile before he saw Dixie looking at him with a hint of worry, enough to where Clyde was worried too.

Without a word, Clyde motioned his eyes towards Diana as he looked at Dixie, hoping she could keep an eye on the Amazon to make sure no more fights were started while he attended to Mercy and...

"You brought a friend?" Clyde asked curiously before smiling. "Well! Any friend of yours is a friend of-" He started to say before he heard this sultry, exotic voice that oozed sexy. The next thing he saw was a drop dead gorgeous, latin woman walk inside his home, with a perfectly sculpted bronze body and shining white hair, not to mention a sweet leather jacket!

Clyde's jaw dropped to the floor the moment he saw her. Mexico's top female wrestler and the former Friction Champion!

"A-Angel..!?" Clyde gasped, instantly star struck as he saw one of Friction's top talents standing in his home!  

Bonnie would hear something from afar ass he went to join Duffy and turned to spot Mexico's favorite fighter. "Holy shit, babe..." Bonnie muttered, having never seen Angel in person before

"'C-Course I know who ya are!" He exclaimed as extended his hand to Angel while he scratched the back of his head, grinning ear to ear. "Wow! It's really nice ta' meetcha, Ms. Angel! I-I'm Clyde and.. Like... Wow! Uh, Love yer work!" He couldn't believe Mercy knew someone as high profile as Angel! And now the famous luchadora was in his home!

Dixie nodded at Clyde, turning her attention back towards Diana again. She started to move towards the Amazon's section of the party, keeping a fair distance away from her but close enough that she could keep a careful eye on the woman. If Diana even dreamed of trying something, Dixie would be ready to stop her. She wasn't going to let anything or anyone ruin Clyde's big night, least of all someone who was as big a bitch as Diana seemed to be.

Angel had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at Clyde and Bonnie's reactions as she stepped into the room. She would have thought that anyone who had been in the business for this long would have been used to seeing all kinds of other wrestlers, but apparently not. Be nice, she thought to herself, stealing a glance at Mercy. Do it for Mercy. Don't start any shit.

She looked at Clyde's hand for a moment, then extended her own arm forwards, giving him a brief shake before letting his hand go, her fingertips brushing against his palm as she pulled her hand away. "Thanks. Always nice to meet a new fan, I guess." She went awkwardly quiet for a few seconds, then continued, jamming her hands into her jacket pockets as she spoke.

"I've seen some of your work too, you know. You're pretty good."