Post by turbo on Jan 15, 2009 23:58:53 GMT -5
Bound by Wild Desire...
I Fell into a Ring of Fire
"God this shirt just makes this fucking hotter," uttered the man. Sort of concealing his identity, through his long, although tied back hair, scraggled beard, and hooded sweatshirt. The hood doesn't come over his head, letting his hair drape over his should. More or less, it serves to conceal his notorious ink down his arm. Wouldn't want the wayward fan to get an idea when he's been all but forgotten, would he? "Phew..." he exhaled, setting down the pair of dumbbells he was just doing bicep curls with. It'd been a while since he trained in a public gym, but, a few dollars entry fee later, here he was hitting almost every machine they had in here. There was only one mode to him when he was up to something, and that was full tilt. It was amazing he'd never suffered a severe muscle injury from the way he'll work out from time to time. But, nonetheless, he does keep a few days rest between the workouts now that he's in a condition he prefers.
Dropping down, he sits on a bench, planting both palms on the edges and arching his back, hearing the succession of pops of vertebrae realigning themselves. He groaned as he returned to a slight resting position, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lets see... I have squat, extensions, curls, crunches..." he goes on, muttering the exercises he has yet to hit today, glancing at each machine or center as he does. His upper body was all but complete. He knew he would feel this in the morning as well, as he added weight exponentially to prepare for the season that is nigh. "Well, can't say I'm not getting my ten dollars worth out of this visit," he says with a smart as smirk to a young woman doing chest flies with dumbbells. She didn't seem phased as he walked past, while he noted the ear buds buried in her ears. For him, it'd been far too long since he'd been in the public, and his ears were keen to the noises going around him. There's no way he'd want to bury his ears into some screaming metal.
Stooping down, he picks up a barbell, stepping into the squat station and setting it on the rack. Walking to the side, he starts to add weight to the sides, intending at putting north of 300 lbs on the bar. "You're going to be earning that Championship today, Jon..." he said softly, thinking to the news announced regarding GCW's World Championship... "Gotta get a leg up on all of those guys who didn't miss all of last year after all..."
Dropping down, he sits on a bench, planting both palms on the edges and arching his back, hearing the succession of pops of vertebrae realigning themselves. He groaned as he returned to a slight resting position, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lets see... I have squat, extensions, curls, crunches..." he goes on, muttering the exercises he has yet to hit today, glancing at each machine or center as he does. His upper body was all but complete. He knew he would feel this in the morning as well, as he added weight exponentially to prepare for the season that is nigh. "Well, can't say I'm not getting my ten dollars worth out of this visit," he says with a smart as smirk to a young woman doing chest flies with dumbbells. She didn't seem phased as he walked past, while he noted the ear buds buried in her ears. For him, it'd been far too long since he'd been in the public, and his ears were keen to the noises going around him. There's no way he'd want to bury his ears into some screaming metal.
Stooping down, he picks up a barbell, stepping into the squat station and setting it on the rack. Walking to the side, he starts to add weight to the sides, intending at putting north of 300 lbs on the bar. "You're going to be earning that Championship today, Jon..." he said softly, thinking to the news announced regarding GCW's World Championship... "Gotta get a leg up on all of those guys who didn't miss all of last year after all..."