Game RP Abused Desires (Knight of None)

"Boon doesn't have anything to do with my contests! I'm the star of the show here!" He said as he slapped her hand off the Crest. "You think you ever had a chance against me? I could have ended that fight before you even got to that Aerial Ace. But that wouldn't have been entertaining!"
 
"Oh please, you only tagged me because I went for the Feather Dance and then this stupid dress caught up in my legs!" She snapped back as he slapped her hand off the crest, pushing her head even further towards him, trying to get him to back down as their noses touched "If I'd not gotten caught on the ground like that I'd have beaten you easily!"
 
"You're the fool who wanted to wear that gaudy dress in this competition." Ziggs said as his head pressed forward, pressing head to head with her, his weight shifting, butting her against the wall as he clearly wasn't going to wilt on this. "You think I didn't plan on locking you down for the win? I'd maul you!"
 
She didn't back off as he pressed her back into the wall, doing her best to push forwards and off of it "Oh? And what should I have worn instead? Some bespoke shit made by Watts and Escar that I only own because of my trainer being the richest man in the region? Wait no, that's just you!" She snapped, even as her mind processed the next sentence "Lock me down? You only caught me because the fucking stage was full of trees to let you get up to me! Without that you'd never have laid a fucking claw on me!"
 
(XD Watts:...someone is jealous Escar, i sense them talking about our perfection)


"Dress for the occasion, stating I have money and connections isn't an excuse for you to dress like a gala event during a battle." Zigs brushed aside her retort as he only seemed to stay on her. "I used terrain to my advantage and you used yours. You had no right to lose then? Pathetic. I have more than that in my abilities. Are you going to continue behaving like a brat for being second best?"
 
(Escar: A new customer, you say? What is the state of their finances?)

Eleanors eye twitched in response to his words as she placed both her hands onto his chest and shoved at him "Don't you call me a brat you spoiled prick!" She snapped back, moving forwards as he'd find himself pressed against the wall "You act like your Arceus' gift to the world when in reality you had it all handed to you because you happened to be caught by Delson! Without Boon your nothing! No contests, no sponsorships, no fans and no films either!" She finished with a huff and the faintest of blushes, that slight tinge implying she'd seen one of 'those' films...
 
"You watched my films?" Ziggs said as he bucked up against her, using his chest to push her . "Are you...a fan or something? You thought I'd make you feel like one of those films?" Ziggs said smirking at her as his hand grabbed her chin, hee rant seeming to have only given him more ammunition than shrink his tenacity.
 
"W...Wha? N-No!" She immediately stuttered in response, going redder at his new implication even as he pushed her back against the wall, trying to grab his hand as he took hold of her chin, his fingers squishing her cheeks so it looked like she was pouting "Lemme go already! You aren't hot! You're just a pushy wannabe! You're not hot at all, just... just... uh..." She trailed off, unable to think of anything but his face.
 
"Oh? So you think I'm hot and you're too angry to say it to my face?" Zigs said as he squeezed her cheeks. "I'm not some emotionally starved D lister, I'm a contest Mon. I know exactly how good I look." He said leaning closer to her,, his lips grazing her ear. "So let's stop snipping at eachother like little hatchlings."
 
Eleanor squeaked as he squeezed her cheeks more, her fingers trying to pull his off so she could move away as she struggled to escape him "Lemme... Lemme go already, it..." She was cut off by his lips against her ear, a shiver running down her spine from his low tone and just how close he was "D-D-Don't you... have a fiance?" She mumbled, sounding uncertain as she did so, even as she already knew the answer. He was an incredibly public figure, there was no way the paparazzi would've missed something like him having a partner.
 
Her breath caught in her throat as he ran his lip over her ear, her entire body feeling like it was frozen in response to him teasing her "N-No... Tha... not..." She mumbled, looking down at the ground, before jumping slightly as one of the doors leading into the corridor was opened. The next contestants were likely about to go for their match, and Eleanor and Ziggs were doing this right infront of where they'd enter from...
 
What he'd hear was another long, drawn out sound of anger, mixed in with a pained grunt before another thud of a punch to a wall and her voice with a heavy tinge of anger in it "Fucking... Stupid, Stupid Stupid! Fucking stupid contest, fucking stupid judges, fucking stupid Ziggs with his stupid fucking fans... and fucking stupid you, letting him rile you up like that!"
 
(XD oh no she went to the Bonnie school for unresolved trauma and unreasonable standards)


Zigs reached up, his fingers curling and rapping against the door with his knuckles in the midst of her frustrated tirade. He stepped back, folding his arms, waiting around.
 
("In todays lesson, we'll learn how to safely talk about your feelings" Bonnie and Eleanor: Snoring)

The tirade stopped suddenly, the door cracking open and Eleanors voice slipping out "Yes?" She asked, her tone fragile as glass, her body against the door enough to stop him pushing it open as she remained hidden from his eyes.
 
"Well...it wouldn't change my victory but it would reflect poorly on you and your mental state. And that may be more than enough fir you to removed from the scene." He said simply, knowing good and well how contact Mon have been yanked from the industry and black balled the second bad rumors leaked out.
 
Eleanor laughed again, just as bleakly as before, holding up her bleeding hand "And the rumours won't anyway?" She asked, shaking her head "The moment anyone sees me with my hand bandaged, I'm done." She turned and pointed to the mirror "And that... it'll come out I broke it, and when they put the pieces together..."
 
She raised her bloody hand up and flipped him off in response "Fuck you." Was all she said, shoving him out and leaving a few flecks of blood on his shirt as she slammed the door in his face. If he cared enough to listen, he'd hear the sound of broken glass being moved, but otherwise nothing.
 

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