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HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA! Match #2!

As Salem took her hand Miss E upwardly removed her mask with the other, because she has two hands like everyone else, and revealing her blushing face.
Weak to such chivalry. Miss E tossed the mask from the tail of her back and unable to break her eyes from Salem's, she couldn't pull her sheepish smile from her face neither.

Though Wanton Fox can pull Miss E away and he did, grabbing hold of her wrist that just disrespected the mask she had worn. He raised a fist ready to charge and break Salem's face!

Pulled away, Miss E pulls away her wrist and soon has her hands on Wanton's chest! From smile to scowl, Miss E was letting it be known that she was starting this match!
Lowering his fist and backing his corner, Wanton Fox was giving a slow shake to his head. Wanton Fox is not pleased.

Salem didn't flinch as E's masked comrade threatened a fist and dragged her away. Rather, his smile grew a bit as the girl put the much bigger man in his place, determined not to let him ruin their date. Mirage took the hint, knowing that this match would be a strange affair but supporting Salem as a wingman and enforcer from the apron in their corner. Having the ring to just him and his date, Salem smiled earnestly at her and flashed his most winning smile.

"Now... Where were we?" Salem said smoothly, clapping his hands without taking his eyes off E. At the signal, a series of attendants came into the ring from their place along the barricade, an assembly of chairs and a table laid out before their eyes with the speed and efficiency of a NASCAR pit crew.

Complete with table cloth, fine china and silverware, and even a red rose in a vase, a dinner platter was arranged for the two of them - steak, baked potatoes, other entrées and desserts, and a long succulent strip of meat that was almost reptilian in appearance. Stepping around the table to pull E's chair out for her, he whispered into her ear as an attendant entered the ring to begin playing lovely violin music.

"Gator tail." Salem said quietly, right into her ear as he reached for her shoulder to ease her into her open seat. "It's delicious...but the best part is catching the gator.~"

Salem walked back over to his side of the table after helping his date into her chair, unbuttoning his blazer before he sat to drape it across seat's back. Sitting and scooting closer to the table, Salem briefly flirted with the girl, playing footsie for just a second under the guise of sitting closer.

"Oops~." Salem teased, smirking as he rubbed a foot against her slender calf. "Sorry about that."

Once settled, another attendant would approach with a bottle of wine, holding it with the label presented for the couple's inspection. It was an old, green bottle, clearly expensive by the special way the glass had been sculpted with detailed grapevines weaved throughout it and the lineage the waiter was drolly explaining about its growth, bite, body, and finish.

Staring into 'Missy's eyes, Salem propped an elbow up on the table, using his other hand to gesture for the concierge to hurry the ******** up without being rude or intimidating. Nervously, the maitre d'stopped talking, instead grasping a wine glass from the table and pouring a sip's worth for a taste test, offering it to Salem.

Turning his eyes finally to the man, Salem was glad for two reasons - one, the man had finally stopped talking,spoiling the atmosphere of his silent conversation with 'Missy'. Second, he was being handed alcohol.

"Ahh, thank you." Salem said, reaching obliviously past the offered glass to take the bottle from the man, instead. Knocking it back for a couple long seconds, Salem wiped red from his lips with a napkin licking them as he looked hungrily across the table, more animal than man. Smirking, Salem showed some teeth back to the girl before snapping back into form, turning his eyes to the waiter. "Yes, this should be enough. Thank you." he said politely, immediately ignoring the man to smile and offer the bottle towards Missy as the attendant awkwardly left the ring.

"Want some?" he said kindly, almost boyishly. "I dunno what he was going on about - it's all just grapes to me. But it tastes good!" he said with a slight chuckle.

The crowd booed as Fox interrupted the impromptu dinner, creating an explosion of plates and food inside the ring with his rage. Preoccupied with his date and a tad slow to react from imbibing the alcohol, Salem was caught unaware by the modified bulldog, taken flat to his back by the behemoth before Fox started manhandling Missy!

🎩: "Now this is just despicable! It's one thing to take exception to eating dinner in a wrestling ring, but quite another to treat a young woman like Miss E. this way!"

👑: "Maybe he's jealous of Salem, JR!"

Wiping mashed potatoes off his vest, Salem snarled and stirred as his senses returned to him, sitting up to see Fox abusing his debutante! Springing up, Salem would run for Fox as he reentered the ring, looking to give the big guy some comeuppance for his anger by sending the both of them over the top rope with a furious clothesline!