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Spoiler
In dire need of training, Marissa felt she didn't need to elaborate reasons why. Mediocre at best success in the world of wrestling, if you could even say that, had left the spiky haired Brit with a sour taste in her mouth. She had fully planned to debut at the top, and stay there throughout her reign. Right now, it was unlikely a figure among the LAW fan-populace even knew her name. Those who by chance did, likely only associated it with a string of losses.
Anger unkept, she'd simply continue to pound upon that locker once every few seconds; figure left solo in the locker room, perhaps wisely. For it would have been unwise and then some for any figure, new or old, to interrupt her private fury...