Handsome, talented, and a little too confident, Dave Mustaine makes a point to have the upper hand in every situation he finds himself in. However, one night he meets someone who might turn the tables on him.
A/N: A request! Here's the prompt: Dave with a confident girl named Cherrie with red hair and big blue eyes. I'm having her portrayed by Cynthia Rothrock.
Dojang- Korean school of martial arts.
Dobak- Korean martial arts uniform.
Dan- A rank of first degree black belt or higher
BOB- This handsome fellow:
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I'd like to say that I knew from the moment I saw you that there was something different about you, but I would be lying. There I was standing to the side of the stage with my friend Tom from Slayer, scoping out the crowd as Testament took command of the stage. That was when we spotted the two of you. Your friend with blonde hair and the electric smile, and you with the red hair...a deeper, more vibrant shade than my own.
"The blonde one's mine!" Tom declared to me giving me a nudge to my side with his elbow.
"Fine by me!" I responded with a shrug.
Tom immediately signaled to the security guard to get you two over the barricade and backstage pronto.
I'd like to say this had never happened before, but again, I'd be lying.
Now, normally when I invite a chick backstage they come flying at me pussy first ready to go, but not you. That was the first thing that struck me about you. You confidently walked backstage, a smirk upon those cherry red lips of yours, as if you had done this a thousand times before but never put out....never giving what was carnally desired of you. And you loved it.
But, hey, if you want to play a little game of cat and mouse, then bring it, baby!
The second thing that struck me about you were your eyes. Those china blue eyes framed by smokey eyeshadow. They seemed to see straight into my soul as you looked at me dead on. You raised an eyebrow at me as if inviting me to go ahead and make my move.
I have to admit, my palms were sweaty. This hadn't happened to me in....God knows how long. I was suddenly in unfamiliar territory.
But, finally I spoke, "I'm Dave."
"Cherrie," You responded, glancing around, seemingly unimpressed. What a fitting name. Cherrie...to go with those cherry red lips and vibrant locks. Man, I liked what I saw from backstage, but up close you were even better.
You were wearing this black halter dress with a pair of kneehigh boots. The dress hugged your athletic curves tightly. You were toned in a very sensual feminine way...like maybe you liked to get a little rough. As I checked you out I noticed the third thing that struck me about you: a bracelet on your wrist. Not any old bracelet, a dan bracelet....one that is awarded to black belts and masters of martial arts.
Now I was beyond intrigued. This hot, metal head martial artist chick was standing right in front of me and I didn't have a damn thing to say. That never happens to me.
