Fandom Fight Club, Atlas Gym. [Sunday Evening]
Tyler barely glanced at Ghanima before he went toward the combatants this week.
"I think half the town's out of town," he said. "Me and him. You two. You and you, you and you. And this is Fred Dukes. He has something to say before we start. Fred?"
Fred wiped the back of his mouth with his ham of a hand. "I'm Fred Dukes, and I'm here to provide a damn public service. You think hitting a bag is fine and good, but it ain't anything like hittin' a person. That's where I come in. You need experience hitting a person, but ain't ready or wanting them to hit back? That's what I'm for. Though you make any disrespectful jokes, I get to punch you one right in the kisser." He looked over at Tyler. "That good enough for ya?"
"Perfect," Tyler smirked, and started pointing around the gym. "Matches there, practice there, Fred here. No makeup this week. Let's go."
Ghanima just rolled her eyes and went over to work with her trainees. Boys. So violent.
[OCD up, have at it.]
"I think half the town's out of town," he said. "Me and him. You two. You and you, you and you. And this is Fred Dukes. He has something to say before we start. Fred?"
Fred wiped the back of his mouth with his ham of a hand. "I'm Fred Dukes, and I'm here to provide a damn public service. You think hitting a bag is fine and good, but it ain't anything like hittin' a person. That's where I come in. You need experience hitting a person, but ain't ready or wanting them to hit back? That's what I'm for. Though you make any disrespectful jokes, I get to punch you one right in the kisser." He looked over at Tyler. "That good enough for ya?"
"Perfect," Tyler smirked, and started pointing around the gym. "Matches there, practice there, Fred here. No makeup this week. Let's go."
Ghanima just rolled her eyes and went over to work with her trainees. Boys. So violent.
[OCD up, have at it.]