Marissa W./Jacob M. - Days Of Dominion

[Devilish53]

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Spoiler

One after another, Marissa Wiltsure was damn near cutting holes into the punching bag before her with her fists. Seemingly forever in a bad mood of late, Marissa's workouts had become something else entirely thanks to purely her frustrations in the world of wrestling. Simply put, the fact that the spiky haired Brit could simply not establish herself and get her name amongst the masses, let alone the roster of LAW itself, had put a downer on Marissa's spirits. But rather than simply sit back and mope at home, Marissa did as she always did.

And right now, that was let loose a roar, as she reared back her body to raise up her right leg, kicking into the bag with such force that it near enough swung.

Naturally those around her bared witness to Marissa and halted what they were doing. Before a sharp side-eye from the Brit spurred them to carry on...

[Teenwrestler]

Jacob Masters was doing his own thing, his time at LAW was adequate but he wanted to make more of a name for himself. It seemed most of the attention was going to Trent who had his fair of wrestling matches but Jacob and Derek were seemingly being left behind and ignored by the LAW administration. Well, at least he could use the state of the art gym facilities and hit up on good-looking girls as much as he wanted to. Jacob made his way out from the locker room towards the gym room and his eyes immediately wandered towards a very focused woman working on the punching bag. Her briefs and sports bra were soaked in sweat and she looked stunning but he couldn't help but chuckle at her attempts to hit the punching bag.

Spoiler

"Well hello there hot stuff. Your form and posture is pretty off but that's where I can help if you want" Jacob would say after approaching her. "Names Jacob Masters, why don't you step aside and let me show you how its done? Afterwards maybe we can leave this joint and go for lunch? Could be your lucky day eh?" he told her, flashing a toothed grin at her.

[Devilish53]

Marissa had days designated to spars, and days designated for pure training. It was rare she broke her workout schedule, and she took no joy in doing so. To put emphasis on one thing over the other would have left her unbalanced, and in an even worse off state within the world of LAW.

Turning her head as she noticed the male figure to her side was not simply oogling her nor waiting his turn on the punching bag, Marissa gave two more hard jabs before turning her head fully. It took her a moment, but she heard what Jacob said, after first trying to register the fact he had just said it.

She didn't know him after all!

"I...You what..." She'd mumble out, pushing the bag as it came back towards her, before she took a step back to clear its path. "I...You..." Marissa was drawing a blank, given that whilst it was not a complete rarity for her to find someone hitting on her at a bar or otherwise, at the gym was a first for her. And far from being in a pleasant mood, she didn't hold back.

"How about...You get lost?" She'd tilt her head as she spoke, foul look to her as she put her hands to her hips. "Go oogle someone else."

[Teenwrestler]

It wasn't the best of pick up lines from Jacob but that's just how he was. If it was cheesy perhaps a more fun loving girl would even fall for his lines even in a gym. However, Marissa didn't seem like the type to be all fun and games in the gym room especially when she was so focused on training. Still, his pick up lines were not really cheesy at all and in fact they seemed more insulting and demeaning than anything. The Perfect Storm did have a slight misogynist side even though he would never admit it but seeing a dressed to wrestle and train for wrestling in the gym simply didn't go well with the smug young man.

Her reaction was priceless and Jacob was smiling the whole time right up until she would tell him to get lose and would place her hand to her hips, telling him to oogle someone else. To that, Jacob would raise his eyebrow before eyeing Marissa from head to toe and back from toe to head to meet her eye to eye. "Pfft get lost? Babe, who do you think you are talking to? I'm the man here.....I'll oogle whoever I damn well please." he snarled back at her.

The male would take a step forward going head to head with her. "Now how about you take a shower, change into something more fitting for a woman like you and....go make me a sandwich, alright?" he said tapping her cheek gently.

[Devilish53]

Marissa wasn't the sort to slap a male - she'd be much more likely to shove those who got in her face, especially when told otherwise. Had this little moment of theirs happened upon a street or bar, Marissa might have even raised a fist, to threaten a sudden hook or jab. But she hardly imagined such would work on Jacob.

This was a gym for fighters and wrestlers after all.

But then, Jacob carried on talking, naturally, even cutting the space more so with an opt to suggest Marissa make her way to the kitchen. With that, the spiky haired Brit lost it.

Pulling her head back just a inch or so, Marissa would seek to ram it into Jacob's own. To say it was a headbutt was something of a overstatement, given the short wind-up, but the clashing of skulls could still easily be heard. Marissa didn't intend to drop Jacob outright from it, but she certainly intended for him to be sent stumbling back some!

"Walk the fuck away. Final warning!"

[Teenwrestler]

Certainly he had gone overboard with his taunts. A slap to the face, a punch in the gut and even a kick right between the legs was something not unexpected should it occur and one could certainly say that Jacob had deserved his for his nasty and out of touch comments. However, when his first reaction didn't cut it for him the Perfect Storm felt the need to really dig deep and tear into the spiky haired fellow Brit and would tear into her with his insults. It was clear from her face that she was now ready to give a more proper reaction to his advanced and suddenly her head would bump into his.

"Nrgh not bad" he growled back, stumbling for a moment before coming right back and butting heads with her to stare her down eye to eye. ="Or what huh? What are you going to do huh?" Jacob would say, pressing into her more and more. "You're not going to do anything against a perfect wrestler like me.....come on babe, rings right there. You and me" he challenged whilst still having his forehead pressed against hers.

[Devilish53]

Marissa looked around. Nope, no-one was doing anything. Or perhaps, no-one was noticing what was transpiring. It was a noisy gym after all.

"Fine.." Marissa muttered to herself, figuring she'd have to resolve this issue herself, and send this male packing.

Eyes shut as she spoke to herself only to open Jacob closing the distance by the time she opened, Marissa flipped the switch! Arms extending to grab Jacob's arm, she'd seek to pull the male up and over her hip, for a rather standard if pristine judo hip throw!

One she would follow-up on by landing side-on across the male, with that nearest arm shooting for a headlock!

[Teenwrestler]

The Perfect Storm was proud of what he had just said. He didn't feel at all bad for the misogynist words that were coming out of his mouth. After laying down a challenge, he half expected Marissa not to take him on. He figured she would brush him aside and perhaps retire back to the locker room but on the off chance that she was ready to wrestle, Jacob was not scared to beat her down and prove to her that he was indeed the perfect wrestler. She looked around, causing him to raise an eyebrow as to just what she was looking for around.

"Hey hey babe, eyes on the prize her-Whooaaaa Ouuuuffff!" before he could finish, Marissa was onto him in a flash. She closed in the gap and grabbed his arm, tossing him over her hip and down onto his back on the cold gym floor. Jacob grunted in pain and bridged up but soon found the spiky girl laying across him and trapping him in a headlock.

Her sweat soaked sports bra was pressed against his face whilst she squeezed hard. Jacob would squirm under her wildly, like a fish out of water while his hands would reach up to grab her hair and yank it. "Mmmmfff! G-get the hell off me" he growled, red faced in anger and partly due to the headlock.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was furious! Her workout routine ruined, and her mantra as it were completely decimated, Marissa simply couldn't continue the training ahead even if she were to throw Jacob away from her. She'd simply be too angry to effectively focus!

Grunting under her breath and baring her teeth, Marissa's arm was tight and only growing tighter. Seemingly looking to crush Jacob's head here and now for having the audacity to disrupt her, efforts would be thrown to the wayside as her spiky locks were gripped onto. And pulled!

Arm loosening and body arching, Marissa's eyes squinted as she let out a groan!

[Teenwrestler]

Things were escalating real fast between the spiky haired Brit and her follow countryman who came off very rude and misogynistic to his fellow countrywoman. Jacob wasn't really anticipating a physical altercation and was under the assumption after exchanging a few words, the two would be on their way because there was no way Marissa would ever walk the walk after talking the talk. It seemed the blue brief clad male was wrong and Marissa was more than ready to fight Jacob for him rudely interrupting her training regime.

Now, the regal male was down on his back with a very angry female Brit on top of him. Her arm squeezed his head while his face was being pressed against her sweat soaked sports bra. "Rggghh! You're going to pay for this one" Jacob hissed, pulling on her hair until he finally managed enough space to break free from the headlock. Giving her a firm shove, Jacob would attempt to pounce on Marissa right then and there as he attempted to take her down in a wild tackle hoping to straddle her on top while she would be down on her back on the floor.

If successful, Jacob would press his body down on Marissa while sneaking his arms around her waist to lock in a grounded bearhug. The gym goers were starting to get concerned as a fight broke out between the two. The Perfect Storm would continue to squeeze her in the hug, while grinding his body against hers.