Tyris vs. Jack

Tyris Flare was in the Sex Wars gym, slowly lifting a heavy set of weights up and back down.

She didn't know why she decided to come and check out Sex Wars. The large, muscular woman had a random whim, decided out of the blue to come see things here for herself. So far, she was lessed than impressed.

She let out a low growl as a bit of sweat rolled down her face. Tyris had been in the gym for a while now, working out a bit, but mainly getting and eye out for the competition.

She allowed herself a small grin. She didn't seem to have much to worry about here at all.

It's been a few hours since his successful infiltration of the AFW complex. It seemed as if not a soul in the whole, entire building suspected him, much thanks to the janitor uniform that he recently stole from an unlucky faculty.
A few turns down the halls and through some open, double doors, and Jack would already find himself in the acclaimed AFW gym. The place looked like a typical workout area, except for one thing....rather...one person, who didn't look so typical.

"Hmmm....a woman?"
There was no question about it. Though she looked built for her stature, nothing could hide curves like that.

"Funny...I thought these wrestlers would look smaller in person, but...."

Jack would take a few more moments to eye her from behind, if he wasn't spotted already.

Tyris didn't seem to notice Jack, not yet at least, her muscular body glistening with sweat as she finally set the large weights down.

She would then step forward, grabbing her water bottle off a nearby bench and taking a long drink from it, her body still turned away from Jack so that he was out of her vision.

This woman could lift a mean set of weights, but it was nothing compared to how this woman chugged down a huge bottle of water in one go.

"What is she made out of?"

Jack couldn't find the words to describe her. Was she actually a goddess from Greek Mythology? Or some famous athlete from another, more unknown part of the world? Regardless of what, Jack couldn't imagine who else he might end up running into.

"Amazing how you work out like that..."

Jack speaks up, letting her know that she wasn't alone.

"What are those? 80s? 150s?"
Jack asks, referring to the weigthts she had a moment ago.

Tyris glanced back over her shoulder at Jack and looked him over. Great. Another weakling.

She slowly turned to him, giving him a silent, stony stare for several long moments before answering him. "Two hundreds."

She would then turn away again, heading towards one of the nearby punching bags, starting to throw a few hard, heavy-handed blows at it.

"200? Not bad for a lady..."

Jack adds to himself. Though it looked like the woman never paid him the slightest bit of acknowledgement, Jack was already giving all of his own attention to the lady's behind as she walked off.
Sure, she looked good from behind, but it was how she manged to keep such an elegant strut with all that muscle on her was what was boggling his mind.

"You looked like you were better off lifting half that, though..."

Jack was looking out of place, though. Maybe it was best to join in and work out with her?

Tyris beat on the punching bag for a bit, then noticed Jack still staring at her, looking completely out of place. A cruel grin flashed onto her face, as the Amazon suddenly hit on an idea.

She headed back over to where Jack was and gave him a smile. "You look lost, boy...need a partner to work out with?"

Jack was never really a real member of the AFW, but his real identity couldn't afford to be blown. If Jack had to fit in with the wrestling crowd, then he had no choice but to comply.

Uh...s-sure....fine with me...what are your terms?

Jack's heart sank to the bottom of his stomache at the thought of getting into the ring with the She-Hulk. He fought battles against armed, swarms of men back during the revival of the GRU era, but to go toe-to-toe with an amazon? Forget it.

Plus, he isn't even dressed for battle! Jack looked nervous to say the least, and the woman's smile did nothing to make things seem less life threatening.

You look like you tossed around a few guys before, have you?

Jack removes his shirt and massages his wrists, trying to look as casual as he can.

Tyris simply grinned that cruel smile at him, her eyes flashing darkly at him.

"Terms? Just the basics of this place...you and me in that practice ring, we fight til one of us either gets knocked out, gives up, or gets pinned for three."

She folded her arms over her chest, pausing for a moment before answering his next question. "Thrown guys around? Well...I'll just say I'm more than willing to break anyone who dares to cross me."

God, was she tall. She'd make a great shot for a basketball team. Besides, The Pistons were always lacking a tall team member. But wait, was she talking?

"Sorry, what?"

Jack snapped out his daydream and found himself staring into the eyes of the amazon; something that stood for a grim reality of what was going to come if he wasn't careful.

"Let me just say one thing though...."

Jack starts off. This time, not thinking before he spoke.

"Anyone ever told you that you've got a great butt?"