Not over till its over (For Scorn)

[Teenwrestler]

Today was not a good day for Jacob Masters, earlier he had caused a huge scene when he innocently started to pick-up and hit-up on some of the female wrestlers in the LAW Gym. He wasn't sure that the women he tried to hit-on would take an offense and one thing lead to another, but not in a good way. A huge brawl had broken out, Jacob and Marissa fought in the gym infront of everyone and for a while everyone ignored them figuring they were simply rough housing or sparring. However, as things got more serious the crowd and trainers gathered around until finally they manage to separate the two. It seemed Jacob got the last laugh though, getting in the last submission and kicking Marissa away before running.

Marissa's chase was blocked and the crowd manage to calm her down. The rest of the day, Jacob was left majorly pissed. However, he did manage to get in a good-workout but the thought of that fight still left a sour taste in his mouth. After finishing his work-out, The Dominion member retired to his private locker room ready for a well deserved shower.

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[Jacob = right]

Grabbing a bottle of water, he took a huge sip from it before putting it down on his wooden bench. "Ahhh that hit the spot. Tch, I can't believe that girl....trying to embarrass me infront of everyone. I'm glad she got what she deserved, hopefully I won't ever bump into a crazy bitch like her again" he said opening up his locker door to get a towel out and his gym bag.

[Devilish53]

Spoiler

It had taken Marissa a long while to break away from the crowd that had surrounded her, following her little incident with one male in particular. Whilst she felt she could have slid through the masses that had surrounded her for some time (and did so purely to calm her down) Marissa felt it would not be fair. After all had she been in the gym and seen two others go at it, she'd be in the same semi-circle that was around her.

But after convincing the masses finally that she was calm, Marissa was left to her own devices in the female changing rooms. Naturally uninterested in actually remaining calm, given unfinished business was not something she enjoyed the thought of, Marissa could barely contain herself as she kicked off her feet. To sprint right out of the ladies changing room, into the men's!

And her timing couldn't have been better, evidently - for not only was the figure she sought right before her, but there was next to no-one else around. Round two would not be stopped!

"FUCKER..!" She'd roar, still writhing after being hit on and then physically reprimanded, as she ran straight at Jacob with her right leg raising high. For a hell of a running kick!

[Teenwrestler]

Things were finally starting to calm down, after a long day of a heavy work out, the fight and the drama surrounding it, Jacob was finally looking to settle down and relax after a nice, well deserved shower. He was standing in front of his locker, putting some stuff in and taking some stuff out. The locker room area was quiet, there was nobody around which made it all the much better for Jacob. He would stretch his arms and body, shutting the locker cabinet up but suddenly, out of nowhere did he heard a loud scream of a rather familiar voice.

The scream was followed up by an act of physicality. Marissa ran at him like a train, her leg raised up high and struck him hard against the side of his body which made him collide against the steel locker. A cloud clattering sound of metal hitting his body echoed about the locker room and Jacob fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder while screaming in pain.

"AHHHH!! W-wha?! W-who....Gaah.....Owww...Y-YOU?!" Jacob cursed when he rolled about on the floor, finally looking up at his attacker. Kicking at her direction and throwing his gym bag at her, he tried to scamper and squirm back away from her. "What do you want? W-what are you doing here...owww" he growled, still clutching his shoulder.

[Devilish53]

Marissa moved and struck like a woman possessed - her spiky locks were still very much coming from atop her scalp, but they looked messier than usual. Evidently halfway between cleaning herself up after their first encounter, Marissa gave up in favour of a quicker assault. Evidently it was a price worth paying, given the fact that Jacob was the very definition of caught-out!

Driving her bare foot into the shoulder of her male foe, Marissa near enough herself ran off her pace into the nearest locker. Hands catching herself as she let out what sounded akin to a feral groan, Marissa soon turned with intent to worsen the damage she had started building on earlier. Damage she had just reminded Jacob of in the first place!

"Shut your trap..!" Marissa roared, moving to bend over Jacob, only after getting to his side. Marissa had no intention of simply beating up this male until he submitted or otherwise, though she would no doubt stop her assault if he did just that. She was out to hurt him, above all else!

Yanking Jacob up against her with shocking power for a woman of her size, Marissa's toned figure showed its might quickly as her front faced the now standing Jacob's side. Releasing her grip from under Jacob's armpit, Marissa promptly threw both arms around the far side of Jacob's core - her hands finding one another above his hip, promptly locking together to pull her male target side-on against her front. Before increasing the pull just a little more, with Jacob soon likely realising that Marissa was trying to crush him!

[Teenwrestler]

This was getting ridiculous now, how much could she had really been offended by him trying to charm her with some of his pick-up lines? Maybe it was never about that in the first place? Perhaps it the fact that he did try to pick her up which eventually lead into a fight which he sort of backed out of was the reason why Marissa sought to continue this. To finish what Jacob had started with her. She would no doubt feel a bit humiliated when it seemed Jacob had the last laugh in front of all those people but now that it was just the two of them in the locker room, Marissa attempted to return the favour as best as she could.

Taking him down with a harsh kick which resulted in her barely being able to stop herself from crashing into the steel locker, the spiky haired Brit soon turned her attention back to the downed male and helped him up on his feet by tucking her arms under his armpit and forcing him up on his feet. Jacob attempted to shove her to the side but Marissa would not be denied her revenge, she would quickly wrap her arms around his waist whilst facing his side in a unique side facing bearhug, crushing him.

"AUUUGHHH!" he screamed as their sweat soaked bodies continued their fight. "W-what do you want from AHHHHHH M-me" he groaned before dropping down onto one knee. "S-stop, lets just...Arghh settle this like real men and women. J-just AHHHH hear me out" he proposed.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was attached, and nothing shy of a crowbar was going to force her away. Not when she was this fresh. And agitated.

Letting loose a feral roar as Jacob began to struggle, Marissa only followed as her male target fell to his knee. Dropping her own knee - that being the one somewhat in front of her foe, as the other straightened out behind him, Marissa was staying tightly latched no matter what. Cheek pressed against her foes shoulder, Marissa pulsed and squeezed without restraint. She wasn't going for the long, torturing hold. She was going for a KO from the get-go!

"Shut the fuck up..." Would be all Jacob heard in response as Marissa mumbled back. Her tout abs tight against his side, Marissa's biceps flexed and pulled as if she were a snake honing in on prey. Sweat wasn't close to dropping, but Marissa would have been lying if she said that being so tightly against Jacob so quickly wasn't making her body begin to heat up. The tight knit locker room didn't help with that, either.

Soon looking to worse Jacob's positioning, Marissa would look to press her weight on the rear side of her male foe all the more. Tilting her frame as to have the side against his back press more so, Marissa's goal was to force her adversary onto all fours. From there, squeezing and crushing him would be a task beyond easy, she figured.

[Teenwrestler]

The unforeseen events had left Jacob in a bit of a pickle, the cocky male wrestler was being subjected to a very torturous side bearhug submission that was sapping away his strength and forcing him down to the floor. Arriving into the locker room after a long day, this was the last thing and the last person he had expected to bump into especially after the whole fight they had earlier today. It was clear that Marissa was fueled with rage and the desire for revenge and she was going to get it whether Jacob liked it or not. His struggles did not seem to get him anywhere nor did his words, Marissa was focused on one thing only which was hurting him. The Spiky Haired Brit had no desires to hear what Jacob had to offer and would simply demand that he would shut up.

Continuing her efforts to squeeze the male into submission she would nudge and force him down onto all fours. His hands and knees were pressed against the floor with sweat dripping down his body onto the floor. He was panting like a dog, his abdomen and waist were extremely sore and tight with no signs of Marissa easing up. Jacob was in trouble and he knew it, there was no room for him to swing his arms back and get a clean strike on her either.

"AHHHHH TRENT! DEREK" he screamed trying to call out for his Dominion compatriots but they were nowhere near the action. "Uugh Bitch!" he growled, almost slipping down onto the floor completely. "AAHHH STOP! J-just let go....I'll give you any match you want ARGHHH J-just no more..." he was desperate now. Marissa was latched onto him and showed no signs of slowing down or letting go.

[Devilish53]

"Do you ever shut your fucking hole!?"

Is all Marissa roared, as her clench continued to the point where there was simply no budging the Brit. With Jacob flat to his front, Marissa was near enough spooning her male foe tightly, with her firm body refusing to budge an inch as it blanketed across him.

To make matters worse for poor Jacob, he would soon find his attacker hooking around his legs in what was close to a grapevine, if from behind. Though Marissa had little intention to actually work the hold and strain Jacob's legs - she merely wanted them fully restrained, so that Jacob could neither rise again nor roll to his side!

All the while her arms pulsed without pause! Seemingly looking to make Jacob more breathless than he'd ever been in his life, with his core reddening almost as much as Marissa's cheeks! For the strain was apparent and then some, as the Brit near enough sweat from pure exertion!

[Teenwrestler]

Jacob's screams fell on deaf ears. His cries for assistance for his Dominion brothers were futile because Trent and Derek had left well before Marissa decided to jump him in the locker room. Their earlier fight was broken up but it seemed that this time Marissa came prepared and nobody was going to interrupt the pair this time. His struggling and offers to settle things did not impress the spiky haired Brit either, she wanted to break him and see him suffer. At this point, Jacob was not even sure if a submission is what Marissa wanted. The male wrestler was unsure what she wanted out of this but right now he was in a world of hurt.

His moans grew louder and louder while his struggles seem to fade away. Marissa was not moving at all, she kept pressing herself against him and squeezing him harder and harder. With him down on his front on the floor, he was an even easy target. She got up over his back, grapevining his legs to hold him down while continuing to squeeze the life out of him.

Jacob was a sweaty mess, his ribs were in pain and his breathing was restricted. Every breath he took caused him pain in his midriff thanks to the squeeze. Unsure of what she wanted, Jacob began to desperately tap the floor. "I-I submit.....I submit...n-no more...." he begged.

[Devilish53]

When Jacob let loose those cries, Marissa finally let up. Though she didn't let go.

"Yeh, not so fucking clever now, are you?!" She'd roar, demanding an answer as she shoved her head repeatedly into the back of Jacob's own. The motion hardly hurt, but likely to someone who was close to being squeezed unconscious, it did so and then some.

Regardless of answer, Marissa would keep her grip with her arms, as her legs unhooked Jacob's own. Bringing them wide as to straddle her victim, whom at this point was completely flattened out beneath her, Marissa was intending to plant her feet and pull. She'd slowly come to a kneel, and regardless of whether Jacob wanted to join her or not, he'd be forced to.