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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...