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!"

[Lycanstar]

Bill stared forward as he stomped out of the locker room- he held very little back in his movements as his formidable body said everything it needed to about his feelings at that exact moment. With all that being said, the voice he heard first upon stepping out was not one he could have ever expected.

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

His expressionless mask turned to the right and his beady eyes pierced through the darkness to glare at Audrey. Audrey- the pathetic jobber whose mouth was perhaps only matched in size by her tits had really been the one to make that comment. Bill almost couldn't believe it- after having humbled her alongside his partner Kasey, he assumed at the absolute least she would have gained some sort of idea that running your mouth only brings pain. But here she was, seemingly oblivious to her own experience and talking shit to a man who was on the warpath.

Bill's entire body turned to face her now, his breathing almost steaming through his mask as his fists clenched and cock already began to bounce with life. He stomped towards her- the jobber seemingly frozen in place as her eyes widely stared as he approached closer and closer. He was now standing directly in front of her, staring down at her shocked expression as his body was on full display for her. He stared for a good few seconds- wondering if there was any coherent thought of self-preservation underneath that red hair of hers; but it wouldn't be long till Bill simply decided to let his actions do the talking.

*THOK-*

Bill wound his fist back and with little movement from the rest of his body, decked the jobber square between her eyes. Had it been any other occasion, the masked giant may have opted to provide some context or explain himself- perhaps even ensure this was a pleasurable loss for his opponent. But no- there was no holding back as he stared without emotion as Audrey took the brunt of the impact from a single punch.