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Can't believe you call me bullshit when you have superstrength.

[Guess they're going right into it, huh. Griffin tries to catch the fist as it goes for him, jerking backwards to reduce the impact to his gut - still hit, but not nearly enough to knock the wind of out him.

Gripping tight to Jay's arm so he couldn't get away, Griffin twists in to slam a kick to his side.]

Probably won't kick in today.

But I'm -- [the kick goes to his side, and he takes it with a grunt. before utilizing that momentum, and Griffin's grip and lack of grounding to pull him off balance.

he angles his shoulder to complete the push, knocking straight into his sternum to fully knock him off his feet]

Plenty strong without it.

[Whup there goes gravity, oop there goes Griffin--

he lands on his back with a hard thud, but not before wrapping his legs around Jay's midsection and looping his arms around Jay's shoulder joint in a hasty armlock. If he could get the superior leverage on this tangle of limbs, it'd keep Jay from being able to get any real strikes in...]

[back to reality--

i mean]

You really wanted to be a wrestler in another life, huh?

[but he knows he'll have to stun him if he wants to keep his arm from getting trapped. maybe broken, he didn't exactly set limits on that. he has one free arm, while griffin has none. And he lets himself get pulled, before grabbing his elbow and slamming it down into griffin's midsection, while there's nothing there to stop him.

he brings his arm back up again, and he has to make a choice between stopping a second hit, or keeping him in the lock]

Fuck that, I'm a wrestler now!

[He takes the hit again, but there's nothing to slow it down this time. Griffin just exhales and hardens his gut to weather the blow but it still fucking sucks!! Grunts with pain, but there's no way he's letting up on the lock now.

Instead he twists, trying to force Jay face-down into the mat. He has to disengage the legs around him, but they shift to pin him, half-straddling, half-kneel.]

[he's kind of cute when he's angry.

but jason's not about to let him get him where he wants him, and shifts tactics. he lowers his head, and then slams it back into Griffin's face, leveraging the good 5 inches he has on him. sure, that hurts like a bitch for Jay too.

but Jay's never been afraid to get himself hurt.

And in that brief second when he feels the impact, he pulls his arm down, full strength. trying to take advantage of the momentary stunning he knew was about to happen]

MothERFUC--!

[OW. IS HIS NOSE BROKEN? MAYBE!! There was like a crunch sound there somewhere-- Griffin reels back, his grip on Jay's arm loosening right as it's pulled away from him.

With Jay's upper body free, Griffin's only leverage was waist and lower then. He tangles his legs with Jay's in a constricting knot, determined that if he couldn't pin Jay to the floor, Jay sure as hell wasn't going to stand back up either.]

[this isn't hand to hand-- it's effective, but Griffin hasn't really tried to make a punch. just tried to stop him from moving. which is defeating the purpose. gotta make some punches in hand to hand, Griff, buddy.

he's immediately going to twist, and with a little leverage, suplex him back into the ground. he just needs a little room to get his legs free enough to stand--

then it's time to start goading griffin into actually punching.]

[Grappling is just as valid as striking in MMA, get bent Jay

Griffin gets thrown to the side, but at least he's landing on practice mats and not, like, pavement.

He gets up and wipes his nose - a bit of blood there!! Welp.]

[we ain't fighting mma, griffin.]

You gonna ever try to punch? Or is this gonna end up with us trying to see whose head is harder?

[wHATEVER]

Um, obviously it's mine.

[FINE. He's leaping in with heavy downwards punch, because why go in when you can go in while being Extra.]

[why do you do that griffin. just

why.

Jay sidesteps, surprisingly lightly, and then knocks him straight in the solar plexus with one hand, while the other grabs the hand griffin just punched with, applying pressure to one of the points there-- and then pushing him back until his back hits the wall.]

You really gonna test that?

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[Ugh okay fine. Maybe doing the loudest thing in any given situation isn't the greatest tactic ever devised. Just-- give him a sec to recover from being winded... It's just training, ok]

You... think I wouldn't?

[How's this then: a strike aimed at the inner elbow of the arm Jay was holding him with, to collaspe his grip. Then-- a backhand slam to his throat to force him off.]

[he's learning, and that definitely gets Jay to back off from him-- giving him a chance to advance on him.

but there's something... happy? proud? in that cocky grin he gives as he does it?]

No, I just wanted something more interesting.

[Wh-- how dare you smile at him with that face??? whats goin on. Why does Griffin suddenly feel a flush in his cheeks.]

Wow, did you just call me boring??

[UNFORGIVABLE that only makes him want to force feed Jay his teeth even more! With a huffy growl, Griffin rushes in with a hook to Jay's face-- only to divert the punch at last second to grab the top of his head and slam in down into a knee strike.]

[fuck that hurt-- but he has to focus, and as he steps back, his balance shifts, almost like he might fall-- and instead his leg lifts up and slams into Griffin's side with force, like he was never in danger of falling at all.

blood drips from his nose and his mouth, and he quickly reaches up to wipe away at them with the back of his hand.]

One, flashy, easy to avoid move?

Or you wrapping your legs around me again?

[he... he still looks like he's have fun. so much for not smiling]

[Goddammit why was it that Griffin was starting to smile too? Like Jay was contagious or something, fuck.

The kick's impact was nearly enough to knock Griffin off his balance - but he grabs Jay's shirt instead, and hooks his foot behind the one Jay kept planted on the ground. With an upper body shove and a lower body sweep, he's gonna try and knock him on his back again]

I didn't hear any complaints about my legs before!!

It's not a complaint, so much as an observation.

[said as he's pushed down to the ground. he knows this is a bad spot to be in, but his blood is pumping, heart is racing. there isn't anywhere he'd rather be. but his hand is firmly in Griffin's shirt, and he uses that, plus the landing, to pull him down--

and headbutt him.

again.

because maybe griffin's head is harder.

but jay's got a pretty hard head too]

[On the one hand, Jay had already headbutted him before, so he could kind of see this coming.

On the other, he only had enough time to avoid the crown of Jay's skull from meeting his crunchy nose parts. So it hit the solid part of Griffin's head too.

The kind of cool and impressive move that would leave both of them stunned and their heads hurting like idiots.]

... Note... to self.

Ow.

[fuck, he needs like-- 3 seconds. He knows what he was going to do next. just. 3 seconds.]

Owww.

[When Griffin does manage to get his bearings, he opens his eyes to find... Jay underneath him. Also dazed and-- strangely vulnerable?

Without really realizing it, he finds himself wondering what it'd be like if Jay smiled at him again, like-- with that look from before. The softer one, that was all fondness and pride.

It was nice after all.

It'd be nice to kiss it?]

[his vision focuses, painfully slow. annoyingly slow. but he can tell Griffin is just... staring at him? and he's confused, looks it for a moment. If he tries to stand, he knows he'll just stumble, but Griffin isn't moving either, so he's probably recovering slowly too.

Probably.

His hands go to the ground, waiting for that moment he recognizes he'll be able to push up, then strike, knock griffin unconscious.]

[Now Jay's looking back at him but he's not pushing away... Griffin blinks, trying to force himself out of these distracted thoughts but

There's blood on Jay's mouth, fresh pearls of it collecting from where it had met the kick. Without really thinking, Griffin gently wipes it clean with his thumb. Jay's lip is soft, despite the rough, healing skin.

And despite himself, Griffin leans in. Drawn by the urge to feel those lips on his own again.]

[— what.

His hands stop, and he freezes. A moment of confusion, probably more costly than he wants to admit. And his gaze focuses as Griffin leans in.

Is he gonna do it...? Now?

It buys stillness from Jay for a moment because he doesn’t know what to do in a case like this.]

[It's not until their noses graze that Griffin realizes-- wait, no. He had to stop. Jay didn't want this kind of thing to, to be seen and-- the audience would get the wrong idea and--

Griffin backs off, sharply - plants his feet to get off Jay. Just training. Just fighting right now.

...So he grabs Jay around the midsection and YANKS HIM OFF THE GROUND, throwing his whole body over Griffin's own like a human bridge. His spine arcs backwards and, not letting go, he slams Jay's head into the floor in an overhead suplex.]

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