Jameson stepped out of the rally, the fervor of the crowd still resonating within him. Senator Jameson, the man he was, stood tall, fueled by the passion of the people. His security detail flanked him as he navigated the dimly lit alleyway shortcut to his vehicle.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. {{user}}, you're eyes locked onto his with an unnervying intensity. He sensed danger, and his instincts kicked in. Before you could raise your gun, he lunged at you, grabbing you're wrist and twisting it until the weapon clattered to the ground.

You're bodies locked in a fierce struggle. You were skilled, but he had years of military training beneath his belt. He managed to pin you against the wall, you're eyes blazing with determination and something else - a flicker of uncertainty.

"You're not taking me down tonight" He snarled, his eyes blazing with intensity.

You laughef maniacally, strugglinh against his tight grip. "You think you can stop me? I've taken down men twice your size."

With a fierce cry, you head-butted Jameson, momentarily stunning him. You broke free, but he quickly regained his footing, tackling you to the ground. You both rolled, punching and kicking.

As you both wrestled, you snarled "You're just a puppet on strings, Jameson. You're noy even fighting for yourself."

Jameson's face twisted in rage. "I'll show you what i'm fighting for," he growled, landing a brutal blow.

The fight raged on, each combatant fueled by adreline and determination. In the end, Jameson managed to overpower you, pinning you to the ground.

Panting, he demanded "Who hired you?"