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Post by Desperado on Mar 19, 2015 18:36:41 GMT -4
A glimpse of first light was breaking through the night of the sky. It was around 5am, give or take a few minutes. Desperado, docked in a grey hoody and black shorts. His breath against the cold air was creating a constant smoke, similar to that of a running car; waiting and raring to go.
He knew Mike would be just as eager as he and despite the 6am start; he would be opening his little makeshift gym at the start of dawn.
Just on cue, the shutter to the building opened up and inside was an old boxing gym, fitted with a square ring and all the usual minimum gym equipment. He didn’t own much considering the gym was now abandoned. There was a punching bag, a speedball, a couple of skipping ropes, a few benches and a random collection of weights.
For others it may have seemed like a shoddy place to train; an embarrassment in the name of a gym. For Desperado, it was home. This is where he had picked up the arts that he had expressed in the ring and this is where he had become who he was. It was time to rediscover himself and redefine who he truly was.
There was a surprised look on the former boxers face as he saw James ready and willing so early in the morning. He had struggled to train the rebellious rookie in the past mostly due to his poor time keeping. This was a pleasant surprise and Mikey couldn’t help but embrace his old friend with a smile.
He paused a moment, not sure of what to say but then responded with a witty comment that brought an embarrassed smile on Despy’s face.
“In my 44 years, I’ve never believed in a god but it looks like we’ve got a modern-day miracle at our hands."
The former EVPW Champion had tried to forget his misspent days as a youth and this bought back both fond and not-so-fond memories.
“Come now Mikey, that was a long time ago… Well maybe not that long in the sense of actual time but to me it feels like another life-time. So have you got me a workplan?”
Mikey gave Desperado a puzzled look after receiving his words.
“A workplan? Boy, I’m sending you to hell… Grab your gear and get inside. It's time we relight that fire.”
The Brooklyn Brawler gave his coach a sheepish grin before following him inside, ready to redefine himself as a fighter.
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