Post by Chris Dynamite on Aug 9, 2009 18:55:59 GMT -5
Ok, that’s enough! Break it!
Chris released the hold and rolled away from his sparring partner. His head throbbed, and his ribs ached. This was his fifth sparring session of the day, and he’d been working since early morning…
What’s the matter superstar? Can’t handle it no more?! Get yer ass up off the mat.
Chris looked up as Chad Gordon climbed in the ring and crossed towards him. The monster of a man had been his coach at the start of his career, and Chris had come home for the off weeks for a Boot Camp.
See, the trouble wit’ you is ya lost a few steps. Where’s yer bleeding ground game gone? Its non-existent! You’re tryin’ all this flash crap, and ya forgot the basics. Stick and Move, use your strikes, an’ stop being such a flash bastard! Seriously Mac, ya know all this stuff, but your tryin’ to be too clever most of the time!
Chris grinned hearing himself referred to by his childhood nickname. He pulled himself up on the ring ropes and looked around the gym he was in. It had been updated, and refitted, since he’d graduated from here but it was still the same place. He was here to try and find that step which Chad told him he’d lost somewhere along the way.
Yeah. I’ve just been a step off the pace, you know I always catch up. [he turns to Chad, and rolls his neck] The strikes aren’t a problem, but I can work on the ground game!
Yep. Well yer gonna have to superstar. This ain’t no pillow fight, and you’ve lost that tenacity ya used to have. Is it all the nice cars, and flash hotels eh? Made ya a little bit soft?
Now now Charlie, play nice.
Both men turned to see Emma Croft crossing the gym towards the ring. She was the only person who could get away with calling Chad ‘Charlie’. The trip to England had been her idea, to get Chris back in shape for the Supershow. She dropped onto one of the chair by the ring
Soooo… how’s it all going?
Not bad, I’m finding my…
He’s a flashy, mouthy little git, but I’ll get ‘im back in shape. [Chad turns to Chris] If yer feet were as fast as ya mouth, you’d be fine. Stop givin’ yer opponent space. Just keep hittin’ ‘im till he doesn’t get back up! Got it?
Clear as mud! So who’s next then? Who can I make famous?
Ah, there’s that bleedin’ confidence again! Yer gonna need it, I’m testin’ you in handicap situations tomorrow… [Chad looks around the gym at the others training] Aaron, yeah you! Git yerself in ‘ere, let’s see how the superstar here fares against someone quicker than ‘im.
Chris leaned against the ropes and watched the youngster get in the ring. Taking a deep breath he smirked at Emma Croft, bounced off the ropes onto his toes, and began to circle his new challenger,
Here we go…
Chris released the hold and rolled away from his sparring partner. His head throbbed, and his ribs ached. This was his fifth sparring session of the day, and he’d been working since early morning…
What’s the matter superstar? Can’t handle it no more?! Get yer ass up off the mat.
Chris looked up as Chad Gordon climbed in the ring and crossed towards him. The monster of a man had been his coach at the start of his career, and Chris had come home for the off weeks for a Boot Camp.
See, the trouble wit’ you is ya lost a few steps. Where’s yer bleeding ground game gone? Its non-existent! You’re tryin’ all this flash crap, and ya forgot the basics. Stick and Move, use your strikes, an’ stop being such a flash bastard! Seriously Mac, ya know all this stuff, but your tryin’ to be too clever most of the time!
Chris grinned hearing himself referred to by his childhood nickname. He pulled himself up on the ring ropes and looked around the gym he was in. It had been updated, and refitted, since he’d graduated from here but it was still the same place. He was here to try and find that step which Chad told him he’d lost somewhere along the way.
Yeah. I’ve just been a step off the pace, you know I always catch up. [he turns to Chad, and rolls his neck] The strikes aren’t a problem, but I can work on the ground game!
Yep. Well yer gonna have to superstar. This ain’t no pillow fight, and you’ve lost that tenacity ya used to have. Is it all the nice cars, and flash hotels eh? Made ya a little bit soft?
Now now Charlie, play nice.
Both men turned to see Emma Croft crossing the gym towards the ring. She was the only person who could get away with calling Chad ‘Charlie’. The trip to England had been her idea, to get Chris back in shape for the Supershow. She dropped onto one of the chair by the ring
Soooo… how’s it all going?
Not bad, I’m finding my…
He’s a flashy, mouthy little git, but I’ll get ‘im back in shape. [Chad turns to Chris] If yer feet were as fast as ya mouth, you’d be fine. Stop givin’ yer opponent space. Just keep hittin’ ‘im till he doesn’t get back up! Got it?
Clear as mud! So who’s next then? Who can I make famous?
Ah, there’s that bleedin’ confidence again! Yer gonna need it, I’m testin’ you in handicap situations tomorrow… [Chad looks around the gym at the others training] Aaron, yeah you! Git yerself in ‘ere, let’s see how the superstar here fares against someone quicker than ‘im.
Chris leaned against the ropes and watched the youngster get in the ring. Taking a deep breath he smirked at Emma Croft, bounced off the ropes onto his toes, and began to circle his new challenger,
Here we go…
