Breaking the rules (For Tanosh)

IN THE SHOWER ROOM

Beth didn't give a damn about the rules. Accompanied by a guy while she took a shower? Why so they could take advantage of her? She wasn't afraid of getting caught. Even if someone did find her, she was certain she could pound him into the ground. But she didn't really want to be found. Picking a small shower stall in the back, she'd move in and turn the water on, turning it to almost an uncomfortable hot as she started to shower. There was no one else here it seemed. Which made it easy to relax for now. Something she never did when seeking out a match.

It was an odd hour, but at such an odd hour, Kent had given him the suggestion that he should go and take a shower. Kent liked to play the rules, and Magnus knew that following Kent's instructions would lead to victory among the males. Magnus walked quietly into the showers and changed from dark brown into a dark brown towel. He took the three earings from his ear and placed them in his shoe before the sound of water hissing had caught his attention. Hissing? Someone was already here taking a shower at... such an odd hour. This is why Magnus knew better than to question Kent's suggestions.

He walked through the shower rooms, searching out the source of the hiss, until he found his way to the back. He moved quietly, bare feet padding softly against tile floor left little to hear as he looked for the active shower. Finally, he found the shower, he found her. An eyebrow raised as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. How long would it take for her to notice she was being watched?

Beth was lost in her relaxation, eyes closed as she took a shower. He was probably going to stand there a few minutes before she'd open her eyes, feeling a rather odd sensation. Like she was... Turning around, she'd see Magnus standing there, watching her. Unlike most girls who would scream in protest and try to cover up, Beth would do one thing. She'd take a few steps forward before trying to slug him as hard as she could right in the jaw.

The coy smirk lingered even as she moved in on him. Her intention was obvious. She did not easily hide her extremely strong wish for vengeance upon him for viewing her. His right hand remained steady on the towel at his hips to keep it from falling. Just because he got to see her fully nude didn't mean he'd let her just get a nice viewing of him fully nude. She was a whole foot smaller than he was, which made the punch to his jaw take just that much longer. His right arm raised and swung around in a simple block as his right leg moved back, landing him into a long stance.

His arm colliding with hers would be like a dull iron blade had been brought to bare against her. This was his style, to block an opponent's attacks almost exclusively, and show them how much pain could be caused by their own strength. "Oh, this won't end well for you. Hardcore submission match." He continued backing up, though now he slide slightly across the floor rather than taking full steps. Left hand at his hips, he seemed to have found his natural fighting stance, and used his left arm to disincline her offense while he spoke. "Accepting the plea of your opponent is the only path to victory."

Beth would grow more frustrated and angry with him when he blocked her attack. A part of her wanted to cover up, since he was definately getting a nice view of her right now. But she refused to do so, knowing she wasn't going to be able to fight while covering herself up. "Fine. I accept." But it was the worst kind of match for her regardless. Submission was exactly the opposite of what she was good at. And he likely knew it. But rather than back down, Beth would suddenly charge forward. Rather than go for a punch this time, she'd aim to tackle him, wanting to take this fight to the ground.

He again took a long slide back and attempted to block her smaller frame out of the way as she aimed to tackle him. His left wrist was used as the striking surface into her right side, but her momentum did not change enough to fully deflect her tackle. She collided with him, which caused him to give even more ground, enough had now been given that the two slammed into a tiled wall. Annoyed that he had given up this much space to a girl so much smaller than him, he pushed back against her, bodily this time. His bare chest would be used to slam into hers, his clothed rump pushing off of the tiled wall for more effect. "You'd have better luck if you just submitted now," he added as the smirk began to falter.

Being pushed back by him, Beth would give little ground as she smiled, dead set on making him give up now that she'd already gotten them out into the main shower area. "Give up? No one gives up against someone they can beat this easily." Beth would be quick to rush in again. She'd already seen how he'd countered her before, and knew better than to think it was a fluke. So her idea was to get in as close as possible, despite the size difference between them.

Once in close, Beth would start trying to punch him repeatedly, even going so far as to leap forward and crash her head against his jaw.

With enough room between them now, he took a step forward, and the coy smirk appeared once again. It seemed she would not learn her lessons as quickly as he could teach them, so he would have to try again. This time, as she rushed him, his right leg was lifted from the floor and thrust out sideways. Unless she stopped at the last moment, she'd collide with his foot just as it reached three quarters of its full extension, with his heel directly in her gut. Unfortunately for her stomach, his foot continued to thrust outwards, almost through her even. It was a basic side thrust kick. Her momentum, even if she had been a larger person, would not have been enough to knock him over backwards.

Beth's forward momentum was stopped as his foot plowed into her gut, causing her to double over as the air was knocked from her lungs. She'd fall back, gasping for breath as she hit the floor. If the blow hadn't knocked the wind out of her so much, she would be cursing him out, instead just kicking her legs in pain. She should have anticipated that, but it had caught her off guard.

For a moment, she might have been able to see up under his towel, but showers were not notoriously well lit areas, so little more than darkness would have been gleaned by the sight. He snorted at her careless offensive. She had talent, the unfortunate problem was that she also had a lot of emotion to tarnish that talent. He walked over to her, and carelessly, pushed his right foot into her shoulder to begin rolling her back into the showers, as though the hot water would help him win in some way. "If you start begging now, I could be bargained with sexual favors."