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Post by Truman on Aug 31, 2015 20:34:46 GMT -5
 With it just becoming public knowledge that all 777 athletes have a guaranteed contract of $0, Amy Atom can be found leaning against a wall in one of the weight rooms, taking a long suck of her cigarette, her eyes already anxious at the thought of how badly she would sleep tonight. Several employees argued in the distance about which one of them should go up to her and let her know it was against the rules to smoke in here. Before anyone could make (presumably their last) move, ((ANYONE)) walks up to her and interrupts her train of thought.
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Post by CommanderLockwood on Sept 1, 2015 1:44:16 GMT -5
Lockwood enters the 777 Weight Room for the first time. It's been a long time since had access to such a nice facility. As nice as it was there was something off putting too. It was to clean. He had spent most of his adult life training at the barracks or dingy little boxing gyms that would rent out their rings to "wrestlers" for a little extra cash.
He took note of a few employees talking amongst themselves and a lone women against a wall, he did not recognize her. He paid no mind to anyone as he made his way to the locker room. Here he changed from his day clothes to a pair of loose fitting shorts that tie at the waist and one of his branded tank-tops, it was grey with olive drab lettering across the back that read "Commander".
Once back out in the gym he began his regimen. It included heavy weights on dumb-bells, vertical jumping blocks, Deadlifts, and cardio. He always made sure that cardio was apart of his workout. He knew it would keep him lean so that his strength wouldn't encumber him as much and help to keep him quick in the ring.
It was as he moved over to the treadmill to begin his last leg of his cardio that a foul odor found him. He recognized it immediately as the smell of cigarette smoke. He scrutinized the room and found the odors source. The woman he had ignored before had begun smoking against the wall. Still assessing the room, a trait that he doubts he'll ever drop, he notices the workers looking her direction and mumbling about about what he could only assume was her.
Returning his attention to the woman.
"HEY!" he barks stronger then he had intended. Mostly likely due to the endorphins surging through him in that moment. "What are you doing!" he continues. "We have a whole facility. Get out of here with that shit!"
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Post by Truman on Sept 1, 2015 13:38:10 GMT -5
The smoke shot down her throat as he barked at her, caushing her to turn red, and gasped for any fresh air that was still available in the room! She pushes pass him, coughing, reaching for someone's water, anyone's she could find. She didn't care. Germs didn't bother her.
She finally was able to compose herself, her cigarette left on the ground still lit, and chugged the bottle of a wrestler training nearby.
"What the hell is your problem, guy?!"
She screamed, finally taking the time to look him over. He looked like a dad. He looked like he could be HER dad. The only thing she could think of now was 'why the hell is this guy acting like a dad?'
"Why are you being such a dad?"
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Post by CommanderLockwood on Sept 1, 2015 15:10:42 GMT -5
Brad Lockwood stood quietly as the woman over-reacted about her life choices. Her screams were slightly strained from the smoke still leaving her lungs. He looked down at her, taking her in for the first time. He grinned.
“Are you looking for a daddy? It isn’t really my thing but if you need some incentive to behave I suppose I can help with that.”
He steps closer to her. Only a couple of feet between Lockwood and her. She didn’t realize it in her fit but there was equipment behind her now. She was hardly trapped but with him stepping closer his presence would loom.
“Daddy’s little girl.” He mocks “Now get out of here. I have work to do. I’ll have time to play with you later.”
He steps back from her. It wouldn’t be the first time that he was taken by surprise by some one much younger then him, and it didn’t always end well - for anyone. Keeping his eyes on her until he turns to head back to the treadmill.
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Post by Truman on Sept 3, 2015 11:16:03 GMT -5
"Don't turn your back on me, ass!"
She shouted at him as he tried to block her out. Her face went from shock, to choking, to shock, to a bit of excitement. She couldn't help but be impressed and intrigued by the stranger. He had already proven himself as WAY more of a man than her father ever was.
"Who are you and what makes you think you can talk to a lady like that?" |
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Post by Admin on Sept 3, 2015 11:36:41 GMT -5
Jim Steed walks into the surprisingly tense gym after taking a luxurious spa bath. The facilities at the 777 Arena are impressive, best he's stayed at, and he's stayed in a pre-Olympics prepared Marriott hotel corner room that forgot to charge him for his room service, so he has a pretty good idea on what's luxurious. He also has very little sense, and enters into the gym from that spa completely nude. Jack Grumbling, still reeling from his interaction with the Commander, had a perfect shot of very finely tuned buttocks and Amy Atom's reaction. " Heh, hey man, what's all the yelling about?" Jim smiles a big toothy smile, drying his hear with the towel around his shoulders. It takes a few more seconds before he realizes he is both on camera and stark naked. He drags the towel around his waist and turns towards Grumbling, waving. " Hey John. Hey Cassie. Hey George." |
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