The Cage: Marissa & Marx

Marx-hit the button and called the elevator, waiting*

She was on the elevator and it made the stop and she froze seeing who it was waiting, 'Fuck my life' she glared seeing her opponent in the elevator.

Marx-looked up and smiled* well this is awkward isn't it?

She glared at him dangerously, "Fuck you." she said heading on to the stairs instead.

Marx-sighed and pushed the close door button and continued for the gym

She was not in the mood to deal with his annoying face. She got down the flights of stairs and as she got there the elevators got there at the same time and he was ONCE again their, 'Is he determined to fuck me over?!' she thought in anger.

Marx-sighed and shook his head, heading into the gym and getting set for the treadmills*

She sighed seeing he was going to the gym too, 'WHHHHHYYYYYYY!!!!????' she screamed in her head.

Marx-just didn't pay mind to her and continued with his workout

'Fucking hell why is he HERE?!!' she thought and growled, she walked in and ignored him not wanting to look at him.

Marx-noticed the scowl and shook his head increasing his pace*

She got on a treadmill with her back to him getting her ear pieces in to listen to some heavy metal as she got running. 'That fucker should be in a fucking different hotel! How could Tony NOT fuckin' know!' she was so mad.

Her training shorts were short, shorts too, feeling exposed with this asshole behind her. She tried to listen to the music in her ears and faze everything else out.

Marx-had a quick glance over at her but continued to do his workout* (Don't focus on her too much and do what you need to do)

'Gotta focus, don't think about the fucker behind you.' she said as she got running. About an hour later, after doing a bit of cardio she had moved onto weights. She was not a totally tall girl, average height, but she was strong and she was stoic, made it hard to read......well that's what she thought.

She then stopped to take a break and leaned against the wall, taking a swig of her water bottle and got a glimpse of her opponent lifting weights, '..................show off.'

Marx-...put the weight down and started to towel off*

She looked away when he was gonna turn around, 'fucking hell this is annoying.......'

Marx-went and grabbed his water and sat down drinking it* so...why'd you start this up?

"................Start WHAT?" she asked, not looking at him as she was checking her taped hands.

Marx-start fighting?

".................cause i'm a pissed of bitch that does it well." she said simply.

Marx-no other motives? you seem to tend to avoid the question during interviews with you

"Why do YOU care?" she glared at him. She honestly trusted NO ONE.

Marx-it's...complicated to say...i got into this business to help my family pay off their debts...I wasn't really into it until I saw you fight

".....................I fight for myself...." she said. She got her stuff and headed on to the elevator.

Marx-hmm...ok then *He finished what he needed and let her leave before heading back to his room so they didn't share an awkward elevator ride*