Shocked faces now stared at the two, Charon was now way beyond angry and glared at Kizmat.

"WHAT? I PESTER YOU FOR SEX? WHAT ABOUT THE TIMES YOU WANT TO GO TO THE SEX SHOP? WHAT ABOUT THE TIMES I'VE CAUGHT YOU GETTING JIGGY WITH IT, WITH FUCKING PROSTITUTES? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I FOUND YOU WATCHING THE TELETUBBIES WHILE TUGGING YOURSELF OFF?"

Richards face was a picture, he looked from Charon to Kizmat and then back again. Charon was fuming, her face had that determined set to it that very often meant trouble more often than not. Kizmats jaw was working overtime as his brain struggled to catch up and take in what Charon had just shouted very loudly in public. The silence became more pronounced and very awkward. Neither wrestler was intending to back down and Charon wasn't quite finished.

"AND ONE MORE THING.....I COULDN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHETHER YOU'RE A CREATURE OF THE NIGHT OR NOT! YOU BEHAVE LIKE A FUCKING SPOILT CHILD AND NOW YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE TREATED LIKE ONE!"

Charon raised her hand and slapped Kizmat so hard spit flew across the room. Richard instructed his bodyguards to restrain Charon.....

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