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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:10 am
Why was it that when ever Venice came to train seriously, to really give it her all and work off the mounds of fat around her middle she ended up like this. Standing, like an idiot, at the end of the gym. Her mouth long ago having hit the floor, now drooling and eyes bulging as she stared at all the lovely toned people. Sure her stomach turned when she saw a particular nasty image unfold, nobody wants to see sweaty butt crack, not even Venice and she is just plain nasty. But right now she couldn't think of any thing like that, she was in heaven, pure muscle wielding heaven! "Oh wow somebody slap me am dreaming!"
Hopefully no one would take that seriously although, one of the trainers looked like he was really thinking that request over as he pointed her down to the changing rooms and advised her about the machinery and exercise room. Venice knew where she was going and knew what she wanted to do in this little session. She wanted to try something different. She didnt want to just run facing a blank wall on a treadmill and she didn't feel the need to give herself a wedgie sitting on a bike. No way. She wanted to be active, she wanted to be bouncing about but especially, if not the most important fact, she wanted to beat something up. And where else could someone do that if not in one of the larger known gyms to house boxing and wrestling facilities in Destiny City? Kayo Boxing Gym. It was the name that won her over in the end, who ever came up with that was a genius. It didn't take long for Venice to check it out, and luckily for her they were allowing newbie days to happen before signing over to a permanent membership. Nobody could stop her if they tried!
After changing into her sweats and pulling back her ever growing hair (she really needed to cut it but actually she was liking the longer look for now) she moved up to the room with the ring, checked out the equipment, messed about with a glove and then poked a punching bag. She had no idea where to start.
Typical.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:50 pm
For as much as Jett loved the private gym he kept at home—which consisted of only the bare necessities he needed for training upper body strength—he knew when he needed to get out and about. The punching bag he had at home just wasn’t cutting it anymore. It was old and ‘well loved’, but the reason Jett had abandoned it for the day was because he wanted to find out if he needed to buy a heavier bag to keep improving his punches or if it would be a waste of money. Gloves in hand, he’d made his way over.
He’d once had a membership to the Kayo Boxing Gym shortly after he’d started boxing, though had long since drawn away from the place. Newbie day seemed like the perfect time to come test out the feel of different bags, and Kayo’s specific dedication to boxing made it the perfect place to poke around.
Certainly not shy about flaunting off his body, he had every opportunity to walk around shirtless in the gym—and yet, wasn’t in any particular mood. He wore a relatively simple outfit; a white tanktop beneath a half zipped black jacket and matching sweats. If he hadn’t just walked in from the cold, he would have been far more inclined to be less dressed, however he was still brushing off the chill as he strolled through the gym.
It hadn’t changed much since he’d cancelled his membership, and though he recognized a slight few faces, the dark haired female poking the punching bag in front of him was certainly not one of them. He approached curiously, eying her and raising a brow as he tried to assess what exactly she was doing.
“…You know, that’s called a punching bag for a reason,” he said after a few seconds of observing her. “…You don’t poke it, you punch it.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:20 am
Venice was about to give the rude voice a piece of her mind when she saw, with great interest, who the voice belong too. Looking him up and down (slowly) she took in everything from his sweats to his tank top, sending subliminal messages all the while that he should have come in topless. Oh now he, was cute!
"I know that!" She motioned with another poke at the equipment, fake annoyance in her voice as she smiled over at him, her eyes glaring ever so slightly as she wrinkled her nose. This was her "Yeah you got me! Now I am all fake angry but its OK cause I like you" face....yeah she gave too much thought into her faces.
"Am just....new you know? Haven't been to a gym in months and well, especially not a boxing gym! Thought it be fun to give it a try! Although looking at you - " She stopped as she tilted her head to the side giving out a dreamy sigh. Venice wasn't one for mincing her words or actions, it was obvious she was having fun being so bold and out of context for just meeting a person. But then again that was Venice, she thought she was funny!
" - You look like you know just what your doing! Wanna show me how to work it?" There was no mistaking it, her eyebrow had just shot up and wiggled. She was finding it hard not to burst out laughing but she really meant it! She needed to be shown around!
"Venice by the way, before we get down and sweaty..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:00 am
If Jett was in any way annoyed with the woman, it certainly didn’t show. His lip had curled into a smile and he’d since quirked a brow. Of all the women he’d met at a gym, he’d known Venice for less than a moment and was already well aware of the lasting impression she was sure to leave.
It wasn’t just the unique name or the quirky attitude, but it wasn’t often you found genuinely good looking women at the gym. He certainly didn’t mind the eye candy; looking at overweight or overtoned men wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, so running into a pretty little thing a few steps through the door?
He’d take it. Quite willingly.
“I suppose I could take some time for you, Venice,” he mused, not really needing to mull over the idea for too long. “I’m Jett. Pleasure to meet you.”
He glanced once more at the bag she was poking before prompting, “I take it you borrowed some gloves before rushing right over to the bag, right?” If she hadn’t been to a gym in a while—and was new to the boxing gym—he suspected that she was without a pair. He was aware that the gym was renting them out for free today in honor of the occasion, though he’d come prepared with his own. He’d abandoned any sort of hand wraps today since this wasn’t exactly a traditional outing to the gym, nor did he suspect that Venice was going to be doing any sort of insane training that would require she be educated in the use of such.
Though, it did beg the question—“And I trust you were a good girl and did some warm ups already, haven’t you? Or do I need to go through some with you before we even get to the gloves?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:49 am
It was almost too much fun. Here was a gorgeous guy, all pumped up and he was prepared to let the semi-flirting talk go toe to toe. She liked it the most when they played the same game. He may not be as bold and scandalous as Venice but her certainly dropped the words she wanted to hear.
"Can I say I've been naughty and have not stretched out yet? Teach me your moves oh wise one!" She of course knew how to stretch out and get the best out of her muscles. Roller derby although a strange sport was a sport none the less and demanded the most out of your body. If you didnt warm up the last thing you wanted was to pull a muscle right in the middle of a jam.
Pulling back her arms she stretched out her back, all assets pushed forward and then back again as she brought her hands to the front, her spine cracking in a satisfying way.
"I've just picked up these old tattered things - " she added nodding her head to a pair of battered well used gloves to the side of them. "- wasn't quite sure if I was going to like the sport yet to buy myself a new pair. A gym has to wine and dine a girl before she can get that sort of commitment out of me!" Her deep laugh rang out as she pushed her leg forward to get to work on her hamstrings, her eyes never leaving the boy as she stretched out.
"So Jett, how long have you been a gym bunny for? Or a boxing bunny at least?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 10:50 pm
It was difficult to resist staring at Venice’s chest when she stretched, so Jett didn’t even bother trying. While tempted to whistle in admiration, he managed to keep himself quiet so as not to draw attention to himself—not like he was hiding the fact that he’d been admiring her.
Venice’s overall attitude was highly amusing to him; he appreciated a woman who had a good personality and was willing to flaunt God’s great gifts. Watching Venice stretch was show enough to make him want to teach her the basics of boxing.
“Now, now. I’m not a bunny of any sort,” he said quite sternly, despite clearly taking everything in a good natured way. He’d only ever heard the phrase ‘gym bunny’ be used in an insulting or teasing way and while he was here to work out, it was more for the power than the rockin’ bod that came with the practice—and he assumed from the way he was obviously checking her out that Venice wouldn’t be silly enough that he was to be looped in with the homosexual array of gym bunnies.
Admittedly, when he was younger he might have been more of a gym rat, but Jett had an ego that wouldn’t allow him to compare himself to a rodent of any sort.
He’d done his stretches before he’d gotten here, but to ensure that Venice didn’t fell all alone, he figured a little extra stretching wasn’t going to hurt. He shrugged his shoulders to loosen them up a bit, flexed and tensed his arms, twisted a bit. “This is actually the first time to my gym in a while. I’m only here today to try and figure out if I want to replace the bag I’ve got at home with something heavier. I guess I got into boxing the summer before high school, but,” he shrugged rather noncommittally; he didn’t know exactly when he’d started. “Stopped coming to the gym when I could afford to buy my own s**t. That had to be some time mid junior year? Something like that. Guess that means I stopped coming to the gym around three years ago?”
He hadn’t actually counted it up; it had never really felt relevant. Though he hadn’t been to this gym in so long, it still felt the same. For as much as Jett loved talking about himself, he was still rather curious for the girl in front of him and prompted, “But, you. You don’t seem to have a problem stretching, you don’t seem totally out of shape, and you don’t go to the gym? What do you do, hmm?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 9:54 am
It was easy to say Venice was impressed. Not only was the boy willing to push his body to the limits for health he was obviously some what of an amateur boxer. Venice appreciated it when people gave it their all in something knowing too well she did that with most things. It was nice to see someone have the same mind frame when it came to these things and she was sure to keep up the playful banter. Things could get interesting.
"Wow, that's some dedication to the sport though. Please tell me you have matches? I would love to see you duke it out with another dude..." Her eyebrow shot up and she couldn't help the laugh from escaping as she finished her stretches with speed. The comment about the gym bunny hadn't gone unnoticed and she was sure to keep on pulling that out of the bag (or hat!) when ever she had the chance. There was nothing more that Venice loved to do than tease and make jokes of other people. He would have to prove her very wrong before she would drop the bunny routine.
The question about herself didn't knock her off stride as she went to pick up her gloves, her voice shouting over her shoulder as she bent down to pick them up and casually started to release the string.
"Am a roller derby girl GeeBee, have been since i was seventeen. Back home in England I was the team captain, here, well...i need to build up my street cred before i can give myself that title again! I do most of my training roller skating, running, I also get a lot of girl on girl action too." She muttered purring into the gloves as she used her teeth to separate a particular heavy knot. It was meant to sound as bad as it did but truly Venice only meant that the girls usually ended up in fights and scraps before, during or after racing. It gave the upper torso one hell of a work out.
"! just upset the balance when i stuff three cheeseburgers down my throat everyday! But i hope maybe if i can get into this, lose some of the weight I've gained I can then really give the reining captain a run for her money." Slipping one hand into the glove and then forcing the other one in as well she stood down looking at them, the lace hanging down and the gloves feeling very loose.
"err...a little help here?" Maybe she wasn't meant to unstring them like that...
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:10 pm
Venice certainly knew how to keep a converstion alive; between her teasing, questions, and unintentionally suggestive answers, Jett found himself quite interested in her. But how could he not be? She was pretty, had the exotic charm of a foreigner, had a sense of humor, was charming—and a roller derby girl.
That was certainly something you didn’t see everyday—and something Jett had never had the pleasure to encounter.
In a good enough mood, he just clucked his tongue and smile, shaking his head at the girl’s gloves. “Yeah, you’ll get used to them after you’ve had some time. Or, if the strings are too much for you, they have Velcro versions. Roller derby’s gotta be a pretty tough sport, yeah?” he prompted, reaching out for her closest gloved hand. He adjusted her arm so that it was most convenient for him and then started tightening the laces, giving her the warning, “Tell me if it’s too tight,” before continuing, “How, exactly does one get into roller derby?”
Sans a few odd shows and movies here and there, the world was mostly foreign to him. Coming to the gym, it only took a little while to find a niche—an exercise you liked the most that you explored. Punching things was totally naturally to Jett, and boxing just seemed like the next step.
He used to be interested in matches and—not that he wasn’t now—but he’d been a little off his game since coming back from space. He’d taken up a mostly personal routine of late, and when he wasn’t boxing with the bag back home, he was exchanging blows with the senshi and knights he met up with while out collecting energy, and while they didn’t exactly box, he’d gotten to practice his moves—and had received more than his fair share of bruises.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:05 am
The student allowed the boy to move her arm into a more accessible position, her smile never leaving her face as she watched him work on the glove. This was going well! Usually she was on her own after 5 minutes of meeting someone new and this was easily going into the 20 minute mark! It was a new record! If she wasn't careful she would be ruining it all in the next few minutes but the key was to ruin it in such a way that she would never be forgotten! hey if she was going to lose potential friends she may as well gain a reputation for being crazy at least! She resit with all her might the temptation to not go along the route of "Too tight? Well you'll have to tell me later" routine, she had done it before and lets just say the left side of her face was numb from receiving so many slaps.
"Well its not something you just fall into, although falling in that sport is a huge part of the game! I was a rebellious teen, didn't want to do PeeEee...or physical education at school, i wanted something more blood thirsty. Sadly my mother wouldn't allow it and sent me to do ice skating instead. Somebody told me to practice roller blading to gain my balance and once i was 'discovered' by some older kids I was allowed to practice in their roller derby team, from that moment i was hooked!"
Testing the one fixed glove by waving her hand she let Jett continued with the next leaning in a little too close as she expected his work. Venice was never one for knowing the boundaries of human decency and if he didnt want a girl breathing down his neck he had chosen the wrong day to come to the gym.
"Of course I needed to get out of the Ice skating team too and once i had explained to the captain and my mum what i wanted they were more than happy to let me follow my dream....also cracking the two thousand and eight Olympic bronze medal winner with a plank of wood didn't help my chances of continuing in that sport either, but that's just a minor detail."
Laughing she pulled back her arm and punched the two gloved hands together, mocking punching an invisible target and then bounced on the balls of her feet. She was ready! She never realised how restricting these gloves were and a moments thought to buy some for bedroom antics was quickly chased out of her mind. Now was the time to get strong, to gain skills and best of all to beat the crap out of the negaverse.
"Ok lets do this blondie! Where do you need me to stand? Who do you want me to punch first? That guy? Yeah, lets go get him!" She was just about to start walking over to a heavy muscled skin-head when she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Haha, actually you go first, I think i just witnessed a new vein growing on his neck!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:30 pm
For a long moment, Jett was just stunned at Venice’s eagerness—and then her words truly hit him. And he laughed. Not menacingly, not mockingly—just out of pure surprise and amusement. He had been eager to learn to box when he was younger, but her eagerness was just a different sort. She was having too much fun with this whole thing, clearly, but he wasn’t going to chastise for it; he’d never had an experience at the gym quite like this.
Even when his short laugh died away, he was still smiling, amused thoroughly at Venice’s desire to go punch someone. “How about we start with the punching bag?” he asked, gesturing towards it while his hands were still free from his gloves.
His hands didn’t stay bare for long; he slid one glove on, tightened the Velcro, and then did the same for the other with a little less grace. He wiggled his fingers in his gloves, made sure the fit was nice and snug, and then tilted his head towards the punching bag. “Go wild on that thing. You seem to have some experience with violence, so I’m sure I don’t have to baby you with how to swing your fist. Do they teach you how to beat the other girls in the derby up or is that something you learned on your own?” he asked, trying to picture Venice whacking some girl with a plank of wood. Everything about the scene made him want to laugh, but now just seemed like a slightly inopportune time. He drew his arm back and threw a test punch at the bag in front of him; he didn’t have to apply his full strength to know that it was too light to do anything for him, and the fact that the bag swung a fair amount even with such a half a** blow meant that he definitely needed to be looking for a heavier bag. Even with spending time with Venice, he still had plenty of time to go hit heavier bags. Besides—even if he didn’t find out if he needed a new bag or not, this trip to the gym was well worth it for as rich as Venice’s company was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 4:26 am
Venice rolled her eyes jokingly at his reluctance to go punch the guy in the back of the head even though she never meant it or would have stopped him if he tried...maybe. "Haha, spoil sport! Fine we will do the 'normal thing'" she stated acting out quotation marks with her gloved hands, it didn't really work but hopefully she thought the boy would get her gesture.
She watched him for a second as he punched the bag with minimal effort and followed the swinging item like it had been struck by lightening. Wow. He may not have been over flowing with rippling muscles but this guy was tough, real tough. Venice felt another swoon coming on but made herself concentrate on his question at hand.
"Ha no they don't teach you but its all part of the game. It like soccer, I bet sometimes you want to push the guy over when he gets the ball but of course your not allowed. In roller derby its encouraged! As long as you don't hit the major spots - " She gestured to her head and below her chest to signal the places you couldn't hit before standing beside the steadying bag. " - they you can go wild! But I was a...well lets just say I may have been a little naughty in my youth!"
Venice was hardly old coming in a 21 but she still saw her time between the ages of 13 and 17 as another life. She was a known trouble maker, took drugs, got into fights, stole and even attended prison for a short amount of time of charges she still claimed were bogus! Why would she burn down McDonalds!? She loved that place!! Yet she had turned her life around, was staying on the good side, in more ways than one. Placing her feet into a text book defence position she pulled back her arm and hit out at the bag, quickly following it with a punch from her left arm and then ending it with a well placed uppercut. That was her signature move she could do it well but that was as far as it went. Beyond that she just winged it.
"I got into a lot of fights when i was younger, nothing special but when your a stupid teen with an ego problem like I did you tended to use your fists more than your words. Am not complaining though, i learned some moves that will keep me safe out on the streets....although i wouldn't complain if i found you down a dark alley."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 11:53 pm
Jett’s lips curled into a slightly quirked smile and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You might. If you found me lurking in some dark alley, I probably have a damn good reason of being there. But, let’s hope a pretty thing like you isn’t spending her evenings perusing dark alleys, hmm? Though,” he seemed impressed with her punch and couldn’t help but compliment, “You don’t seem like the sort who even needs any sort of lesson in taking care of herself. That was a good punch.”
He nodded, approvingly. Most girls he’d seen try to punch made a few errors—they either punched too hard and threw themselves off balance, didn’t know how to use the right form, didn’t know how to throw their power—didn’t have any power to throw.
Venice didn’t seem to be presenting that problem but, then again, Jett didn’t really get the impression that she was like most of the other females he’d ever met. Meeting a roller derby girl was certainly a first in his book, and even though she was gorgeous, it was clear that she packed a punch. He couldn’t see whatever pounds it was that she had it in her head that she needed to work off, but he wasn’t going to argue.
Her honesty and lightheartedness about her earlier experience was entertaining and refreshing; you didn’t usually socialize at the gym unless you brought a friend, and Jett hadn’t even intended to come here to make friends.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 4:06 pm
The student stopped short of sending in another punch before turning back on her adopted trainee, a devilish look appearing in her eyes as she grinned.
"Haha, opps! Did I give the impression I didnt know what I was doing?" She giggled coyly as she waved a gloved paw at him. "It was all just a wicked ploy of mine to get close to you of course!" Venice's voice rang out in a sing song manner as she walked up to him, arms swinging back and forth until she had reached his side. It was all in a playful tone even if it did sound rather mockingly but she would never try and dampen the mood now, she was having way too much fun and the boy...well, she was quite taken with him.
"Well....that may be a little bit true but i would never turn down a profession touch if I can help it. Com'on, show me how its really done, tear that sucker down!" Gesturing towards the bag its was obvious the girl wanted to see fireworks as she nudged him with her gloves, a friendly push towards the item....maybe a hand slipping once or twice below his back to another area but she was always too quick to leave it there for evidence. "Such slippery gloves how ever will i cope!" She whispered as she gave him another shove for encouragement. when she was happy enough she let go, grabbing her water before watching the hopefully exciting show.
"So tell me GeeBee, you live round here? Which school? I need to know these things to find the right alley ways to hide down you know! Leave a girl guessing, so rude!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 5:19 pm
Of the girls and women Jett knew, there was not a single one to them he could even remotely compare to Venice. Who he realized he needed to stop trying to predict. Another smile curled onto his face as she encouraged him; he liked the fact that she wasn’t shy and had no problem with what should have probably been called sexual harassment.
Except, Jett certainly wasn’t feeling harassed.
He wasn’t shy about showing off his moves for the girl; when you were in the ring with an opponent, everyone was watching you. A private show was a little different, and Jett wasn’t too sure he trusted the bag to hold up for too long if he really wailed on it, but he wasn’t going to deny Venice her request.
He threw a few punches in rapid succession that looked impressive when strung together, though considering it was Jett’s usual routine back home, it was nothing more than well choreographed blows he’d gotten accustomed to delivering on a bag.
Though, he wasn’t expecting the bag to shake so much on it’s chain. He paid it little mind as he continued to slam his fists against the bag in an array of assorted blows. It was clear that this bag was too light for him, and was only heightening his suspicions that he was about to be in the market for buying a heavier bag for back home.
“I live a mile or two away,” he answered, more amused than irritated about the nickname. “And go to HITS, now. Used to be DCU. Trying to get back to DCU—I’m still convinced it’s got a better business program. HITS is kind of nerdy, not even something to brag about. And you? What does a roller derbying, juvenile delinquent bombshell like yourself go to school for?” he asked, showing no delay in his ability to throw his fists while running his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 7:02 am
Leaning against the wall Venice drank deeply from her water, god how she wished she had put some sort of sugar fermented soft drink in there but sadly even Venice knew water was the best thing for the body when working out. She slumped slightly as she watched him hit the bag, it was no effort at all but if the item had a voice it would be screaming in pain right about now. If anything it looked like it was going to come off at the hinge.
"Ha! Bombshell? Oh sir you do flatter me! I go to Sovereign Heights on an Exchange programme been here...ohhh about six months now, fancy place that would kick. my. a**. out. if they knew half the things I got up to back home! So you better keep that between us ok? I am not against hunting you down and tying you up.....actually I'll do that even if you keep my secret Ha!!"
Pushing herself up from the wall she circled the punching bag, still watching Jett hit it with ease as she studied the swinging patterns he was able to perform with his fists. The sound of the metal chains hanging it from the ceiling where grinding painfully with every movement. Was that a spark? s**t maybe Jett was a little too good at this....
"Your going to knock that thing of the wall soon, ha, aim for baldy, 50 points if you get a direct hit!" She ended standing behind and slightly to the right as she watched his body moved and sway with perfect timing. It didnt matter what he said, he looked like a pro and Venice was caught in a semi-trance as she watched him hit the bag again and again. She didnt know how this was going to end but either way she knew she would be bumping into this guy as much as she could.
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