Showing a goddess of war the ropes

[MappleMan7]

As soon as the woman released the arm bar, Oscar was quick to check on the targeted arm. Moving it, opening and closing his hand, just generally making sure it wasn't broken. Once he confirmed there weren't any breaks, Oscar turned his attention to the woman and gave her a hard stare.

"Ok- time out. What the hell was that? I'm sorry if tickling you pissed you off that much but there was absolutely zero reason to try and break my arm over it- especially in a spar"

Oscar didn't know if this was going to make her incredibly angry again but at this point he didn't care. A proper scolding was what he believed this woman needed.

"Give me a second to make sure my arm's fine. It's just a spar. Pull something like that again and I'm walking. Am I clear?"

[APlaying]

Garlim came to her senses immediately after the reprimand, apparently she was excessive with the key and Oscar had been worried about his physical health for a moment. Garlim was very used to working this way, at least she stopped in time before things got worse, apparently the goddess of war suffers from some kind of disorder. On the one hand she was embarrassed, but on the other hand she felt that this was what she deserved.

"Was that too much? Because I have several other ways I can think of to make you suffer less..."

She was direct and consise, making it clear to Oscar what her style was like. Garlim displayed an aptitude that could even be described as 'tetrically competitive.'

[MappleMan7]

Oscar took a moment to take a slow, deep breath to settle himself down. At least he got his point across to the woman. After hearing her question, Oscar would give a gentle smile and nod his head.

"It's fine. No harm done. I don't mind if things get a little rough- just not to the point where it feels like something is going to break and bench someone. I got a tournament coming up and the last thing I want is to suffer something serious that'll get me pulled out of it, you know?"

Oscar would stand back up, stretching his previously bent arm out as he worked out the last nook and crannies in it.

"Why don't we start from the top? A fair restart. Does that sound good to you?"

[APlaying]

Garlim couldn't help but let out a laugh, no doubt for a moment she had Oscar dreading in her hands. The idea of having someone like him howling in her clutches was something very amusing to her.

“You were about to get injured for the tournament you were going to, due to sparring with a girl. That's really funny, I can imagine the reaction of your coworkers when they found out about that, they'd be like (What the heck happened to you? An animal attacked you?) And you'd be like (Oh no, a girl just broke my arm for tickling her.) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, They'd laugh so hard at you!”

Garlim expressed her emotions very loudly and sincerely, no longer able to hold in her laughter, though she paused for a second to listen to what the barbarian had to say. And apparently he was not discouraged.

“Ohhh, I get it, so you want me to cuddle you like a baby?” Garlim said with a chuckle.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar's smile slowly faded as the woman laughed at him, apparently finding what could've happened to him funny. Oscar quickly felt a sense of regret for wanting to continue- especially over her comments about the "Embarrassment" of getting hurt by a woman.

"...You know what? I think we're done here. I'm glad we at least got you to understand the rules for wrestling better, but I don't see the point in sticking around if you're going to think less of me like that. Nice to know your show of thanks is to be disrespectful"

Oscar turned away from the woman and slipped out of the ring, gathering his things and started to walk off

"I wish you the best in LAW- but seriously. If you want to get better? To make something in this company? Change the attitude"

Giving his final piece, Oscar would head out of the gym- looking to shower at home instead of staying at the gym any longer.

[APlaying]

Garlim held her smile for a while while Oscar was clearly offended by her comments, this caused her to stop, for she saw that this was not at all amusing to the barbarian. She was deranged enough to mock the pain of others, but after a second, the shame grew within herself.

“What are you talking about Oscar? Don't tell me you're really going to feel bad about that, I don't think badly of you, it was just a joke.”

However Oscar simply turned around to leave the ring, certainly indignant, before leaving he reprimanded Garlim again, as the barbarian had realized that really the goddess of war did not feel passion for professional wrestling, and told her that if she wanted to progress she should change her aptitude, and left the gym. Leaving Garlim in the middle of the ring... All alone.

“...”

End of the thread