Chicago Boxing Gym ~o2boxers~

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Unh!"

~Whack!~

"Unh!!"

~Whack!!~

"Unh!!!"

~Whack!!!~

~Whack!!!!~

~Leather stung leather under a shower of human sweat laced with nicotine. It burned her eyes. Her lungs. Her breath as muscles tore into side of the violently swinging, heavy bag. Working a set pivot foot she swung around catching imaginary ribs

exposed

and shattering them like a young girl's image of true love.~

~Kung!!~

~Kung!!~

~Kung!!~

~Lessien's body backed off, finding the rhythm of the bag again. Finding her breath. The regimented assault began again, and no one paid her no mind. She was Betty 'The Vision' Melwasul here. Her record was: 25 wins, 19 losses and 7 draws with 11 knockout wins. A lifetime. But nobody paid no mind to that either. Boxing was the art of self, and they were all artists here: speed bags, skip ropes, bob and fucking weave to the shadows on the wall.~

~Twelve feet away from her was a future Men's champion. A black kid, 17, who traded it all in for a shot at escape. But all he was to Lessien was a rhythmic pounding still twelve feet away. A pounding that was soon lost as her arms heaved into the imaginary body again. Faded posters of past Chicago fights. 'Joe Bruiser' vs 'some forgotten and obscured name' covered a rage induced wall hole against the Chicago cold.~

~Crack!!~

~The chain holding the heavy bag, danced for Lessien again.~[/i]

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe is seen walking down the street from the Chi Town Boxing Gym. He is wearing a Red Muscle Shirt with blue shorts. Not even a jacket on, crazy Red Afroed freak from Florida. Although, he is carrying what seems big enough to be a body bag if you ask most people. He opens the door to the gym, he needs to train ALOT more to get ready for the new season. It's been a long off season and SOMETIMES during off time you tend to let the things you do every day go for a little while. Like eating junk food when you have to be a vegetarian, drinking too much Alcohol instead of water, and just like Joe's case, not working out as much as he should. As he walks in he stops and looks around to see what is all going on in there. Joe's smiles as he sees that faded poster of an old fight against Dustin Bain. Dustin was a good fighter just was too much of the party and money hog to be into his boxing. Joe keeps smiling as he begins to walk over towords the poster. He won that fight that day, knockout in round 5. As he is walking he notices a lady punching the LIVING HELL out of that Punching Bag that is right next door to the poster of himself. Once he's there Joe speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]That is one HELL of a right you have there...[/glow]

Joe waits for the reaction from the lady with as strange of a hair color as his.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Ffft."

~The cat hiss sound of air forced out as rounded a last right. Double vision not making any sense because the heavy bag didn't hit back. She kept bobbin, keeping that thing she called a heart pushing blood through her veins. She wiped her eyes with a wrist band, but the poster and face still did the matching game. She ducked an invisible hook and sank back.~

"Joe"

~She ducked again and stole a quick breath.~

"'The Fucking"

~She rotated on her core and worked the body shot again.~

"Uhn!!"

~Whack!!~

"Marvelous'"

~Whack!~

"Bruiser."

~She ducked twice as Alice's eyes narrowed beneath a new stream of sweat.~

"They still... let you... in here... Lover Man?"

~His boxing story was as famous as it was fucking tragic. That was the beauty of boxing... Cinderella always died brain damaged in that oh so fucking touching final scene. The End. The Sport of Kings. Maybe that was why there was no real malice in her voice addressing Joe. She stepped back some more and peppered light jabs. He had been a boxer, and that little item just happened to be on her three lined respect list.~

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe smiles his Hollywood Smile.

[glow=blue,2,300]Let me in here?[/glow]

Joe looks both ways before leaning closer to Lessien's ear and whispering.

[glow=blue,2,300]Between you and me, I made this place. If they didn't let me in here, I would just Knock the fuck out of them until they would let me in.[/glow]

Joe leans away smiling as he glances over at the poster before looking back at Lessien and speaking.

[glow=blue,2,300]I see you have matched that ol so faded poster with my face. The good ol days... that they were.[/glow]

Joe drops his bag.

[glow=blue,2,300]More then just a fan I assume? Lover girl?[/glow]

Joe smiles as he pushes his bag over with his foot before leaning down to unzip it to get something out.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"I'm relieved the brain damage from your very famous and very last professional fight didn't effect your sense of humor, Lover."

~Betty smirked, her rhythm all fucked up by ear whispering. She gave the heavy bag a heavy shove to reset herself.~

"I mean that would have tipped the scales from tragic to a down right universal travesty."

~She gave him the hard wink before setting her feet.~

~WhackWhackWhack!!~

~She could still roll them off pretty well for an old chick pushing the thirty nine years uphill. But she knew that. What she didn't know was what Joe was doing in a real boxing gym.~

"I thought"

~Whump!!~

"I think"

~Alice was paying attention. But Betty was driving this show. She pivoted on back heel, dancing with the sway of the bag.~

"I heard... it's... no more... bang bang... for you."

~Whunk! Her left fist was softer than her right but still moved the bag enough. She ducked then swayed back.~

"You ... making ... a comeback?"

"comeback to the land of the real?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe gets his tape out of his bag to tape up his hands before putting on his Boxing Gloves. He laughs the entire time...

[glow=blue,2,300]Ca Comeback? Ha ha you kidding me?[/glow]

Joe then glances over at the poster again and does not say a word for about 15 seconds. He begins to wrap his right hand as he turns to look back at Lessien.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well, a comeback would be nice ha ha. But, huhhhh with that CHEAP SHOTTING MOTHER FUCKER JACOB HOLT HITTING ME WITH THAT CHEAP SHOT I am afraid that the damage was too much. [/glow]

Joe looks down for a few seconds before looking back up and beginning to wrap his left hand.

[glow=blue,2,300]But Karma got him good...[/glow]

My Name is Joe anyone?

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh well, you don't always get what you want I guess. But hey...[/glow]

Joe points his finger at Lessien.

[glow=blue,2,300]Sometimes things happen for a reason.[/glow]

Joe lowers his finger.

[glow=blue,2,300]I think my true purpose in life was to be a Wrestler...not a Boxer.[/glow]

Joe rips the tape off as he leans back down to get out his gloves.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh yeah uhhhh...we never properly introduced ourselves now did we?[/glow]

Joe gets back up and holds out his left glove for Lessien to put onto his left hand.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Unh!!!"

~She cracked a final body shot to her 'opponent' and the bag violently jerked a last time. She was lathered and the clock was marking three hours gym time. She looked down at his offered glove and gave a rough nod before finding her towel and clearing her sensitive and red shot eyes.~

"I don't do proper, Lover."

~Betty did his glove up rough, but tight and oh so fucking proper. She'd been boxing for seventeen years after all, longer than it had been recognized 'officially'. Not that it made much difference. They were still lowest fucking rung on the boxing ladder, no matter how much they bled.~

"In here, you can call me Betty."

~She reached down for the right glove, and did an encore performance. Even a little rougher, but just as well done as the first. Alice leaned a little closer, pulling the final laces skin tight.~

"On the otherside..."

"In that P.T. Barnum wrestling scene you say you were born to?"

~Alice eyed the laces as Betty tugged the gloves for a final fit check.~

"There? You can call me fucking Lessien."

~She smirked and knocked her fists on top of Joe's now gloved hands.~

"But I wouldn't suggest that."

"Not at all."

~The Cheshire grin she was famous for, spread for a brief second before is vanished with Alice's eyes. Betty leaned down for her own kit bag, taking a long hit off a cheap water bottle.~

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Is that so my lover?[/glow]

Joe jokingly says. Joe does a good search over for the boxing glove to make sure everything is all good on it.

[glow=blue,2,300]SO your a wrestler to... Betty? Out here your known as Betty? Do you get to into character? Don't worry, sometimes I do to. Out here, I am Joseph Brady. Everywhere else? I am "The Marvelous" Joe Bruiser.[/glow]

Joe holds out his right hand for Lessien to tie his glove up as he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]SO is there a... reason why I and everyone else I should say, is not allowed to call you Less... ahhhh uhhhh Lester? I mean uhhh.... Lestio? Or more like.... yeah I can't think of any girl names that go well with Less... ohhhh uhhh yeah that... one name that we SHALL NOT SPEAK OF... or god rest my soul.[/glow]

Joe hopes Lessien doesn't get mad at him as he was not trying to provoke her or anything.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"You're ready, Joseph."

~His gloves were tight and ready to destroy imaginary foes, her favorite kind.~

"And you miss my point."

"It happens all the time."

~Alice consoled him as best she could.~

"So let me make it clear to you. I don't really care what name you call me, and I never play roles. I live it hard. That's all I fucking know. But here in this gym we all built. This is the only church I go to. I respect you in here. But in that circus hell? Under that fucking tower?"

~Alice smiled her special smile again.~

"I eat little girls"

"and little boys like you for breakfast, Lover."

"Or die trying a thousand times."

~Betty ran a towel through her drying, salted, green hair and let it hang over the slit neck of their MASH T-shirt, heavy with sweat. She wasn't boasting. She wasn't even talking smack. Here they were boxers. They could never fight. In GCW? That was another story and fortunately another place. The cool smile remained on Cheshire lips.~

"You readin' me, Boxer Man?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe smiles as he makes sure his glove is tight.

[glow=blue,2,300]I feel ya there baby I feel ya. You like one name over the other, yet, you don't care what anyone calls you.[/glow]

Joe shrugs.


[glow=blue,2,300]Makes sence to me.[/glow]

Joe turns and takes a look at the poster again. He turns back and faces the bag.


[glow=blue,2,300]Just like old times...[/glow]

CLANK

CRACK

WHACK

WANK

KUNG

FU

Joe keeps wailing all over the boxing bag. You never seen a man so focused yet, out of control at the same time.


[glow=blue,2,300]I'd be lying to you if I said I feel young again.[/glow]

FANK

FOO

FIRE

TOM CRUISE

What? It helped get the Invisible Fire off of Ricky Bobby? After a few minutes of nonstop hitting Joe finally stops.


[glow=blue,2,300]DAMN...what a workout.[/glow]

He turns and looks at Lessien.


[glow=blue,2,300]So how long you been wrestling?[/glow]

Joe waits for a response as he wipes some sweat away.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Betty observed that... that wasn't pretty at all.~

"A tragedy."

~Alice let slide in a whisper as Joe 'finished' whatever tribal, mating ritual he had just displayed. Betty kept a look out for any takers before getting to the task of counting it all down.~

"Ohio. Detroit. Chicago and Chicago times two? What is that in human years? Four hundred and four?"

~Betty smiled mischievously, new math was always so much fun. Plus in a land where Debutantes passed as humans? She could hardly be blamed for adding a few zeros to the end of her

hard

time.~

"Four hundred and five if you count the year I had to wrestle Tom Cruise, to keep him out of my pants."

~Betty let out a long exasperated sigh.~

"I'm sure you know how it is."

~Alice toyed with the neck of her long abused Tshirt.~

"Surprising."

~Betty cut it down.~

"More like ice cold, fucking shocking you haven't heard all about me."

~That easy smile still played.~

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe looks at Lessien.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh I wouldn't say I haven't herd about you. Id put it more like...don't judge a book by its cover.[/glow]

Joe smiles as he wipes away some sweat.

[glow=blue,2,300]You know that Tom Cruise joke was funny right? Anyways, back to what I was saying. I herd the stuff about you, some were good, some were bad. I even watched a video of one of your past matches. I have to say, doing whatever it takes to win...[/glow]

Joe punches the bag one more time.

[glow=blue,2,300]tells me that your a true competitor. Though we may be two different people on the outside...[/glow]

Joe pauses and looks away for a second before looking back at Lessien.

[glow=blue,2,300]but on the inside were the same. We both want to win at all costs. Different styles yes, but same want. To WIN...[/glow]

Joe stops and turns around to look into his bag and grabs a bottle of water before turning back around and speaking.

[glow=blue,2,300]Heard of you? Oh yeah...[/glow]

Joe smiles as he takes a drink of water.

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Mmm. Vanity has always been my favorite sin, Joseph. And you?"

~Betty was pretty sure she knew the answer as she stowed a few loose things into her kit bag, eyes half hidden under hair catching the time on the clock.~

"If only we had more time."

~The clock on the wall was pointing towards a shower, a steak, a bottle of beer and a virtual lesbian parade of

fresh

young

faces who were just begging to pay their dues.~

"Duty calls, Lover. But you know all about that, Champ. Eyes always open. I'll be seeing you around here I'm sure."

~She hoisted her own kit bag over her shoulder, before sliding the dark glasses over her oh so sensitive eyes. She paused only to hear his parting shot over the rhythmic tide of leather pounding leather.~

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh you will be seeing me again. You can count on that.[/glow]

Joe waves goodbye as he turns back around and begins to punch the punching bag.