Timeline:  January 10, 2005
Paradise, Nevada

The crowd is full of relentless howls... Begging for more destruction... The thrill of the fight, all involved caught up in it... What are they going on and on about?

"Please!?"

Inside a concrete circle stands The Dope Show... On his knees before him is an opponent - bloodied, bruised, and crying... The Dope Show looks to be obsessed with the brutality of it all...

"There is nothing you can do." The Dope Show mutters...

The Dope Show grabs the man by his throat, pulling him to his feet... The malicious crowd roars as he looks around, before pulling the man up over his head... He raises him up effortlessly, revealing his blood-covered teeth with an evil smile... The man screams as The Dope Show brings him crashing down over his knee... There is a sickening crack as the man goes limp - The Dope Show simply shrugs him forward, letting him fall to the ground like a rubber chicken...

The leader of the fight ring appears from out of nowhere... "This one's over! Till has crushed yet another opponent!"

The Dope Show, now revealed as Till - raises his hands in silent victory... He steps over his former opponent as he walks through the parting crowd... The leader steps in front of him, in his hands is a large bundle of money...

"Congratulations Till... Your winnings...” he says, handing it to him...

Till takes the money, fanning through it, as his dark eyes lock on the leader... "Next week?" His voice grumbles to life...

"If we can find anyone stupid enough to face you." The leader chuckles...

Till steps past him, pushing open the heavy steel door leading to the outside... He passes car after car before finding his 1966 GTO... There's only one thing wrong... A female, a brunette with big brown eyes is leaning up against the rear fender... Till approaches slowly, wiping blood from his brow... He stops feet away from this unknown woman...

"Who are you?" Till growls…

"Hello.. Cerise Absher, DNN News." she answers, holding her hand out to Till.

Till looks at her hand, then back to her eyes… He scoffs, shrugging… “Never heard of you… Now, if you don’t mind – why don’t you peel your ass off the fender of my car.”

She slides off the car and looks at where her ass was. 

"It's not like your car is beautiful anyway." she says, turning around to walk off.

Till shakes his head, watching her ass wiggle as she walks away… His eyes move down to the ground where a folder, her wallet, and a notebook lay… He kneels down, gathering them up… He thumbs through the folder a moment – seeing images of him, and files and other assorted “nonsense”… He turns his attention back to Cerise, now a ways away…

“Is the wallet a gift?” Till asks – raising his voice so she can hear him.

She turns to look at him holding her stuff.

"Good.. he fell for it." she thinks to herself before walking back over to him madly.

"It's mine." she says, reaching over to grab it but misses.

He pulls the wallet out of her reach – opening it… He pulls the driver’s license and smirks as he steps back as she still fights to get it…

“Cerise Absher… Eye color brown… Hair color brown…” Till’s eyes squint as he reads more… “One-nineteen?” He looks her over, as he smirks… “Do you lie?”

"Ugh! Are you calling me fat?" she asks, reaching to get her wallet. "Now give it to me."

“I simply asked if you lie… You’re the one who obviously has issues over your weight…” Till’s eyes shine a moment… “What else do you have in here?” He laughs as he pulls a condom out of the wallet… “Safe sex is in again?” He asks, showing his teeth in an arrogant smile…

She pulls the condom out of his hand and stick it in her skirt pocket. 

"Yeah.. too bad you aren't getting any." she says, trying to grab her wallet and finally giving up.

“Awwww…” Till makes his chin bobble… “Don’t cry…” He hands the wallet back to her… He looks her over again, licking his lips… “Why do you have a folder full of information on me?”

She rolls her eyes and looks at him. 

"Look, it's not like I like you. You think I actually like looking at your pictures and information? No!" she snaps, turning to walk away.

Till growls… “There was a reason you were waiting for me… Explain it at once!”

She turns again, squinting her eyes at him. 

"Don't boss ME around. Obviously it wasn't important enough for you and you had to be an asshole, so now I'm leaving. BYE!" she says, turning away again.

“Your father told me you’d be a lot more cooperative when we spoke on the phone this morning…” Till sneers.

"My father doesn't even like you, so nice try Jerk." she says as she walks over to her black '98 Ford Explorer XL.

“He also said that if you don’t return with the story he sent you to get… You’re fired…” Till shakes his head… “But I’m sure that mouth of yours can be put to good use on the streets.”

She turns and glares at him. 

"If my father even knew I was here to write a story on you, he'd flip out. Like I said, nice try Ass. Now get lost." she says, getting into her SUV.

Just as she’s about to look for her keys, Till holds his hand up, jingling her keys, the ring around his middle finger… He smirks…

“You’re not going anywhere…” He says…

She opens the glove box and pulls out some spare keys, closing her door and rolling down the window. She looks out at Till as she starts her car. 

"Wanna bet?" she asks, staring at him.

Till chuckles… “Fine…” He looks at her, as his expression changes to that of something that could be called “warm”… “Let’s talk about this story over some coffee then.”

"Fine. But I'm buying for myself and don't try and get smoothe. I know a lot about you and how you crawl into women's pant...ies ... yeah.. so don't even try anything, or that's the first appendage I rip off." she says, staring at him.

“Don’t be so full of yourself…” Till says, walking to his car… He opens the passenger door and stares at her… “Your chariot awaits…”

"I'm not going ANYWHERE with you, you creep." she replies. "Now where are we going?"

“Then we’ll walk.” Till says… “We’re going to my night club too – it’s just down the street…”

"No, I think I'll drive. I don't trust you... now where is this night club?" she asks, getting impatient.

Till shakes his head… “Follow me.” He walks to his GTO and hops in… Before she can even react, the GTO fires up and peels out of the parking lot – blasting fire out the twin pipes as it goes…

She rolls her eyes and starts to drive. 

"Ugh.. i hate when men try to impress women like that. Don't they know they just look like big idiots?" she says, following him to the next street.

The GTO pulls into the parking lot of a large night club – marked “Der Verichtung!” It pulls into a spot marked “Owner”… Till steps out, looking gorgeous in his all jet black pinstriped suit… How he got changed, we’ll never know… He leans on the car as he waits on Cerise…

She pulls into the driveway and finds a parking spot close to Till. She gets out, pulling her black miniskirt down and making sure her white silky blouse looks nice. She walks towards Till and quickly crosses her arms. 

"You own this place? Ugh, no wonder it stinks." she says, holding her nose.

“Yes, it’s my dream… That smell is success… Something you’d know nothing about.” Till chuckles… “Who’s newspaper do you work for again?” He asks…

"It's a news channel, not a newspaper. And lay off with the rough-man voice.. everyone knows you're a fag." she says, walking to the club entrance.

Till watches her walk to the door… “Impressive woman.” He thinks to himself as he walks up to the doors, leaning against them… He gazes into her eyes…

“Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot…” He says, extending his hand to her… “Till Victor Rammstein…”

She looks at his hand and back up at him. 

"Cerise Absher." she says, turning back to the entrance of the club. "Let's see what's inside."

He turns, unlocking the doors… They walk inside together… The club is beautiful, the enterance has a large fountain in the middle… On the other end, it opens up onto a dance floor that’s closed… On the other side is a large bar with several booths and tables and chairs… Till leads her to the fountain where a cooshy couch sits… Next to the couch is a card with a silver coffee pot on it, along with two cups, creamer and sugar…

“Have a seat…” Till offers, holding his hand out towards the couch…

She sits on the couch and looks around. 

"Wow for you, this is impressive." she says, looking at the fountain.

Till sits down, turning towards her… He leans back, resting on the arm rest behind him… “So tell me about this story you wish to write…”

"Well... I was going to do it on the life of an undefeated prowrestler named Till Rammstein, but I think I'll stick the gay and multi-gendered life of Till Rammstein." she answers.

“Impressive – how long did it take you to come up with that?” He asks.

"Shut up." she says as she looks around again. "So how much is this place worth?" she asks, staring at his suit.

Till looks around at the surroundings, then back at Cerise… “I put all of my WEW Earnings into it… I’m sure you’ve looked into those records…” He says, pouring a cup of coffee… “How do you like your coffee?” he asks…

"It's awful." she answers, not even touching the cup to taste it. "So what goes on in here?"

“Dancing, parties, it’s a night club… Haven’t you ever been to one?” He asks…

"Do you like LEGOs?" she asks, giggling a bit before looking at him..

“Why, did you want to interlock with me?” He shoots back.

"Now how would we do that?" she asks, laughing at him, almost mocking him.

“I’d bend you over the couch, pull up your skirt, pull down your panties, and stick my cock in your ass…” He winks, smiling big.

"Well being that your... penis.. is probably itty bitty, I wouldn't call that interlocking." she replies, scooting as far away from him as she can. "Do you do drugs?"

“Why, do you have any?” He asks…

"Do you do any?" she asks impatiently. "Look I don't have all day, now answer me."

“No, I don’t… What other foolish questions do you have for me – little girl…” He nearly growls…

"Actually I do." she smiles. "Do you like cottage cheese?" she asks, laughing a little.

“I’m lactose intolerant…” He mutters as he sniffs the air… “That’s a beautiful scent you’re wearing… Watermelon… I can’t place it though…”

"Does your dick look like cottage cheese? Is that why you don't like it?" she asks, acting totally oblivious to anything else he just said.

Till merely blinks at her, shaking his head as he sighs…

"That's what I thought.. ran out of comebacks." she smiles, and sits back. "Well then... anything you want to ask me?"

“Why have you forsaken me?” He asks.

She looks at him blankly. 

"Why are you quoting Jesus?" she laughs, expecting him to think she's a total dumbass.

“No… Two-thousand-one… I remember signing a t-shirt to my “biggest fan” Cerise Absher…” He sighs… “Deny if you must, but you and I both remember…”

"Well I WAS your biggest fan... Tonight has made me change my mind." she says, crossing her arms. "My idol is a complete ass."

"Yeah whatever. I don't think being treated like a nice piece of ass is honorable." she says, standing up and walking to another part of the club.

“It is a wonderful ass…” He thinks as she walks away… “Though, maybe I shouldn’t look at this one like that… This one is smart…” He continues the thought…

Suddenly he’s to his feet, and right beside her… “Allow me to show you the… Arena…”

He leads her to two large twin doors… He leans against them, stepping backwards – pushing the doors open… Before her eyes is a walkway down to a ring in the center of rows and rows of seats… The ring is lit up by spot lights shining down from above… It is a beautiful sight…

Her eyes light up as she sees the glowing ring. 

"Wow! Now that's nice." she says, snapping out of her daze. "And what also be nice is seeing 'The Dope Show' get his ass kicked in HIS ring." she laughs, walking down the ramp.

He watches her stroll to the ring, as he laughs… “I’ve never been beaten by anyone…” He laughs harder… “I beat the mighty Core in that very ring!” He laughs harder “The canvas! The same canvas I trounced Shane Clemmens on!” He slaps his knee… “Your insults, your attitude, it really does make me feel…” Suddenly his voice roars as if it were the roar of a lion “Alive!”

She rolls her eyes at him. 

"And YOUR insults and attitude make YOU look like a complete dumbass, but am I complaining?" she says, getting into the ring. "And both Shane and Core could kick your ass."

Suddenly Till’s right by her side… Something about him has changed…

“Shane and Core… Ha…” He whispers, all the while behind his voice is a steady growl…

"I rebuke you in the name of Jesus." she jokes, but then is wide eyed.
“Jesus has nothing to do with it…” He whispers…

His breath on her neck causes her hair to stand on end… Uncomfortable aroused sensations flow through her…

“Tell me… What is it going to take for you to forgive Till’s angry ways, and give him… Another try…” His voice echos through her ears, filling her with warm tingles…

She turns to him, her eyes glazed and fixed with his. 

"Hmmm.. okay." she says staring at him, her face moving towards his.

He brushes the hair from her face, letting his hand travel down her shoulder, caressing her arm…

“You are a very beautiful woman… However – guarded… Till means you no harm – infact, he likes you… He to however, is guarded…” His eyes dive deep into her soul… “Such a beautiful innocent girl… How could she idolize such a monster…”

Their lips nearly kiss, though, The Dope Show moves backwards… Their eyes, still in a heated lock…

She slowly licks her lips. 

"Till isn't a monster.. I found him, sexy." she says softly, moving closer to him.

“She doesn’t want you, she wants The Dope Show” he screams silently inside his mind…

Suddenly The Dope Show spins around, and groans a “fucking A” kind of groan… He then turns back to face Cerise, who’s still gazing at him…

“I’m sorry…” Till grumbles… “You should stay away from me, I’m no good…”

She snaps out of it and looks at him for a minute then steps back. 

"What were you doing to me? You pervert!" she yells and walks toward the door.

“I stopped… And besides, it doesn’t work if there isn’t feelings there in the first place… But either way… I stopped!” He steps towards her… “I stopped… I’m sorry…”

She rolls her eyes and steps away from him. 

"I have to go.. I'm late for work." she says, walking out of the room with the ring in it.

Till steps in her way… “Your job is here with me… Whatever you’re getting paid, I’ll quadruple it… Don’t go, please?”

"Why would I get payed by you?" she asks snobbishly. "I don't work for you, nor do I want to, now get out of my way."

“Because I just offered you a job as my PR Advisor… You can decide on your own pay… I’ll ok whatever you want… And you can help clean up my image…” He says, not even believing his own words…

“Fucking idiot!” The Dope Show screams inside Till’s head…
Cerise stares at him… Finally he sighs…

“Take me out to dinner… Somewhere you know, in your Explorer… We can talk about your story about my sexual preferences, and your job opportunity…” Till gives her an uncharacteristic almost warm smirk… “No more petty insults… Two adults talking business…” He’s still worried by her frustration, he finally sighs… “I don’t want to treat you like a piece of ass either… Purely professional… What do you say?”

"Fine, if it's professional. But.. don't get ANY ideas wiseguy." she says, walking out of the club.

He follows her out to the Explorer… She gets in, as does he… There’s an uncanny silence between them in the truck until Till breaks the silence…

“Nice truck…” Till says, touching the Jesus on the dashboard… “Interesting…”

She stares at it a moment. 

"I don't know how it got in here.. that isn't mine." she says, turning to him. "And quit touching everything."

Till pulls his hand away, allowing both to rest on his knees… He looks in the backseat, seeing what looks like all of her worldly possessions… He turns his attentions to her, and then the socks and panties on the console…

“Do you live in here?” He asks.

"No." she answers quickly. "I have to change in here sometimes though…"

“Hmmmm…” He thinks… “Well how about that dinner? If you don’t know a place to go, we can always go to Tuscany… It’s across town…”

"Sure, why not?" she says, hiding the panties that lay on the dashboard.

“So what are we waiting for?” Till asks happily looking at the unmoving surroundings… “Oh…” He pulls out the keys and hands them to her… “Almost forgot about that…”

"I have the spares, remember?" she says, as she grabs them and starts the truck. "So where is this place?"

Till chuckles… “Head up Paradise Heights drive… It’s right on top of the hill damn near in the middle of town…”

"Oh." she says, driving there. "Okay, I think I'm lost, or is that it?"

“Three blocks to go… You’ll see the sign…” He says…

They finally reach the restaurant… She finds a parking spot… The engine dies as he turns to her…

“If you do not mind me saying so… You look very… Professional… In that outfit…” He shakes his head, realizing how idiotic he sounds…

"And?" she asks snobbishly. "I like how I'm dressed. Gawd, what do you want me to dress like? A slut?" she says, storming out of the truck.

Till hops out, rushing up to her… “I meant that as a compliment… I did not want to say anything other than professional because I did not want to offend you. But, in a professional way… You look beautiful…” Till covers his face with his hand… “Maybe it is best for you to just kick me and leave.”

She crosses her arms and kicks his leg. 

"Well if you want me to, I will.. bye." she says, walking back to the truck.

Till falls down, sitting on the curb…

“Bye…” He mutters…

She turns around and walks back to him. 

"Ugh.. you are the most.. impossible man I've ever met." she says, sitting next to him. "Do you want me to leave or not?"

“You are the most… Unique woman I have ever met… I do not want you to leave… But… I wish there was a way I could take back those things when we met… I was hot off a fight, did not know who you were, and said things that were… Well, were mean…” He looks at her… “I cannot believe I am saying these things…”

"Unique why? 'Cause I won't sleep with you?" she says, kicking a rock with her foot.

“No… Because… The reason I am here has nothing to do with wanting to sleep with you.” He stares at the rock she’s just kicked… “It has everything to do with getting to know you.” He sighs, closing his eyes…

She looks at him strangely. 

"Why do you wanna get to know me?" she asks, staring at the rock.

“Because you are… Different… A breath of fresh air… You challenge me…” He looks at her… “You idolized me and I ruined it… That I can never fix… For that, I am definitely sorry.”

"Whatever." she says, trying to not believe him. "I'm hungry, let's go in and eat."

Together they head inside, they’re seated quickly… They sit down at a candle lit table and are handed menus… Till gazes at her, trying to hide himself with his menu…

“The Surf and Turf is great here…” He notes… “Drinks…” He looks up at a nearby waiter and snaps his fingers… The waiter is quick to take notice…

“What can I get for you Mr. Rammstein?” He asks…

“A bottle of your finest… Wait… How about a Sprite for the lady, and a Coke for me…” He says…

“I’ll be right back with your drinks sir…”

Till looks up at Cerise… “I remember that fan of mine asked if I liked Sprite, because it was her favorite… Do you still like it?” He smirks…

"No." she says just to be mean. "And don't you know its rude to order for females?"
The waiter returns with the sodas… He sets them both down as Till pulls him to the side, whispering something in his ear…

“Ohhh… Ma’am, what kind of drink can I get you?” He asks, picking up the Sprite…

"Hey... " she says pulling back the Sprite and glaring at Till. "How dare you tell him to take my drink. Ugh.. " She snaps, smiling underneath.

Till motions for the waiter to leave, as he hands him a folded fifty… Till turns his attentions back to Cerise…

“My mother taught me it was polite to order for the lady… I suppose though that things are different in American then they are in Germany… Perhaps I am… Old fashioned…” He says, leaning back in his seat…

"Perhaps, but I kind of like old fashioned." she says, sipping some of her Sprite.

Till leans forward, smiling… “So have you given any thought to that position I offered you?”

Cerise looks at him and down at the table. 

"Um.. I want to, but then I don't. I think being hit on everyday by my boss would creep me out if we weren't dating." she says in the most positive sense, not trying to give him any ideas.

“I will not hit on you.” He says matter-of-factly… “I want you to work with me… You are very clever and I know you would be an asset to my company.”

"And what is it you want me to do? Be your personal slave? Are you just using me? Really." she says, drumming a fork on the table cloth..

“Ok, how about this… Let me take you out on a date tomorrow night. You don’t have to work for me…” He sighs… “You still need to write your story… How about a date?”

"Fine, we can go on this .. date.. but if you try anything, I won't ever wanna speak to you again and I'll drop the story." she says, drinking more of her soda.

“Really?” Till says as he leans back too far in his seat, falling over on his back with a CRASH!

Cerise looks around and holds her laughter in. 

"Oh my gawd, how embarrassing." she says quietly.

She can’t see him, he’s out of sight, but she can hear some rustling, and then laughing… Finally louder laughter as Till stands up, a grand smile on his face… One of the snobbish uppities at the other table glares at him… He turns, growling as his eyes glow red a moment… The snob pisses himself and turns back to the his food… Till turns his attention back to Cerise, the smile back on his face as he picks up his seat…

“Go ahead and laugh, you know you want to.” He chuckles as he sits down…

Just then, she busts into laughter, snorting and then laughing harder. 

"That was dorky." she says to him, smiling.

“Not to mention painful…” He blinks a moment… “I am however curious as to where our friendly waiter has gone… I am ready to order, are you?” He asks, still chuckling and smirking...

Till's about to summon the waiter again as one of his club's bouncers comes stumbling in...  Till's expression turns from playful to menacing in the blink of an eye...  The bouncer stumbles up to the table...

"Boss...  Boss..."  He says, out of breath...

Till sneers, looking around at the patrons, then back to Cerise...  His eyes rolls as he grabs the bouncer by the scruff of his neck, choking him a little as he pulls him close...

"Why are you bothering me?"  Till asks softly...

"This kid...  This punk...  He whooped on us sir..."  The bouncer chokes out...

"Kid?  This word whooped you say, obviously means he beat you up..."  Till shakes his head...  "I pay you to administer the beatings - not take them..."

"Ummm ummm...  He had about seven other guys with him...  And he said he wanted to meet with you, that he lives in Paradise Heights...  I wrote down the address..."  The bouncer whispers...

"Seven other men?"  Till thinks a moment as the bouncer hands him a note...  "Whiskey Madison?"  He asks as he reads the note...

"Yeah, he had a gang - nine of them...  Bunch of black guys..."  The bouncer continues...

"Bunch of black guys..."  Till flings the bouncer to the ground effortlessly...  He launches himself to his feet, grabbing up the bouncer and pulling him by his ankle towards the doors...  He turns to Cerise...

"Sorry to cut this short, but I have business to attend to...  Have whatever you want, put it on my tab...  I'll see you tomorrow - for our date..."  Till winks at her, then walks out the doors with the bouncer in tow...

As he walks, Till mutters something...

"Whiskey Madison...  Brave boy..."

Too be continued.........