Stress Management - Bill vs Audrey

[Lycanstar]

The last stroke of paint on his fingers slid across his body. Bill wiped his fingers clean with a towel and tossed it aside; standing alone in a dimly lit locker room he glared at his own reflection. The beady eyes of his mask stared back, absent of any human connection and only reflecting the monstrous form he now took. Taking in a deep inhale, he watched as the paint on his muscles rose and fell- no attire in the way to hide his massive body. The silence of the room brought both a comfort and a distressing silence which echoed through his mind; of all the problems he had been facing during his time at LAW, they all came back to a single mistake her had constantly made. That mistake was putting in trust and even the slightest compassion for others.

His debut? An arrogant prick he made the mistake of trying to subdue with a softer touch.
Meeting his current tag partner? A one-sided squash where his partner Kasey treated the big man as a second fiddle to his domination.
The "Competition" he was set against? A bunch of clueless excuses for wrestlers that couldn't even be bothered to show up to their matches on time.

Enough was enough. If this was the way this shit was going to go, he would just make it as clear as he could what his goals and intentions would be. His fist curled with absolute rage as he let the frustrations of the past finally boil over- his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he-
*KA-SMASH!!!!*

His fist smashed the mirror into hundreds of pieces- the frame behind bent like a crater as his knuckles retreated. A final shattered reflection could be seen before the shards fell to the locker room floor. Bill stepped to the door and swung it open with such force it nearly left its hinges. It didn't matter that it was late in the evening and the crowds had begun leaving- he was determined to find someone to make an example of.

Spoiler

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

People were filing out of the gym as Audrey made her way inside; just how she liked it. A bit ironic, perhaps, given the state of her win-loss record, that she'd be self-conscious of people knowing, or actually seeing her put in work training, but that's how she preferred it. She was a night owl at heart anyway, and less people meant less competition for equipment and space.

She skipped the locker room, walking down the halls in her

; a mix-up between her and her sister's use of their washing machine meant she hadn't gotten a chance to clean her gym clothes yet, which was mildly annoying, but there were worse things in the world. At least she'd be comfy.

A sudden sound from the hallway up ahead caught her attention and made her pause - shattering glass, perhaps? Maybe someone took a training session a bit too far. Or maybe someone besides her was clumsy. She contemplated peeking inside the room she thought the sound had come from, but while she hesitated, the door burst open, somehow managing not to not tear off entirely nor crack the walls behind it. Audrey squealed and flinched backwards several steps in surprise, regardless.

The door quickly became the least of her worries when the man inside the room stomped out into the hall, right into her path. He looked just as goofy as ever in his skull mask, his massive muscular frame painted to resemble bones. Another irony. But Audrey didn't have time to linger on that for long, because even more startling was that the paint was as close as he came to clothing - from his neck down, nothing else was left to the imagination.

A confliction of disgust and PTSD rooted Audrey to the spot, recognizing the man now. She simply stood there, mouth hanging open, eyes wide; when she went to speak, she sputtered before she managed to form words, her head turned away as though afraid she'd struggle to keep her eyes off him if she didn't. Unfortunately for her, disgust won.

"Christ, put that mask somewhere more useful, why don'cha? Or at least grab a towel, holy shit!"