Wanna wrassle? Who: Melissa Gold & Open NPCs: Random SHIELD agent Where: SHIELD HQ When: November 27th, 2012 What: Melissa works out some frustration through a bit of wrestling. Rating: Moderate, a little language
Melissa's wrestling career prior to SHIELD was probably better known than her criminal activity. Some days she hated it, especially when people asked her rather obnoxiously if she wanted to "wrassle." But other days, especially when she had some frustration to get out of her system, it certainly felt great to knock some moron on his ass. Because in the end, it was always some dick that wanted to take her on in the ring. Today was one of those days where she was throwing some poor sap around the ring like he was a sack of potatoes.
"I'm out, I'm out!" the agent cried, slapping his hand hard against he mat a number of times before Melissa finally released him from her hold. She rolled back to her feet, coming to stand and adjust her hand wraps a bit while the other SHIELD agent crawled away. Her hair was pulled back into ponytail, two hot streaks of pink through nearly white blond hair. With the standard issue training clothing composed of a pair of fitted training pants and a black tank top, some of the sweat she'd built up from showing about three SHIELD agents thankfully didn't show except for the light glisten on her forehead and shoulders.
Why did she need to work out some frustration? You weren't a spy for Lex Luthor in SHIELD without it starting to weigh on you after awhile and you were living every day half scared that you were going to get caught.
"Anybody else?" she asked glancing around, "Or are you tired of getting your asses handed to you?" She never used her powers in a fight, so it wasn't a challenge to fight with them. This was about some good old fashioned fighting. Fists flying and knocking the hell out of each other because you could.