Thread: New Blood
8/28/2006 5:10am, #1
New article i wrote, not particularly on anything just a descriptive piece on a gym noob :> just submitted it but here is the SPESHAL prescreening! Based on a true story.
The kid fumbled with his skipping rope and looks around, wide eyed, attempting to see what the other boxers were doing. He clumsily rotates the plastic cord and leaps over it slowly, managing to jump five more times before it once again hits the front of his shoes. He looks incredulously at the two boxers in front of him whos ropes are an effortless blur, as they chat and laugh- for them skipping is as natural as walking. The more experienced boxers in the room glance at the kid and share knowing smiles, skipping faster and faster to further fluster the newcomer.
Why was he here? Who knows. Perhaps he had been the recent victim of bullying- maybe he was related to someone who knew the gyms owner. Maybe he had simply heard or seen an advertisement for the gym and lived close enough to bother checking it out. Maybe he held a darker reason like so many others at the small gym, tucked away behind a church in a rough part of town. It's even possible he had realised the truth behind immortality isn't in your genetic legacy, but the record you leave behind in the history books.
The egg timer rang and a look of relief washed over the kids face as he put down his rope and nervously grasped the worn old gloves he had been lent. Several of the students stalked towards the newcomer with mischief in their eyes, but the coach had seen this game before- he called out to one of the younger students, roughly the kids size. The student was lean, with spiky hair and a tattoo round his arm, but a friendly demeanor. The coach could trust he would not be too rough on the kid.
The newcomer held the pads akwardly and looked to the older man who had accompanied him- his father no doubt, eager to see his son learn the most primal of human skills- for reassurance. The student smiled and quickly explained to the kid:
"One is a jab like this, two is a cross like this. Three is a hook. Push the pads out slightly to meet the punches but not too far. This is a warm up round- you call the combinations. Oh, and im a southpaw- that should be enough for now."
The kid nods slightly and concentrates, holding up the pad and quietly saying
The student leaps forward covering several feet in split seconds and slams his fist into the pad, sending the kid wobbling back. The student smiles at his apparent concern, and advises him to stand in a squared stance- both feet close to each other is a poor way to recieve a punch. As the round moves on and his arms are thrown back by the punches from a person not much larger than him, he hfelt the sensation all prospective boxers have when they realise that most people in that room could wipe the floor with them. Hell, maybe even the kids.
The egg timer rings once more and pads are exchanged. The kid awkwardly puts his hands up and stands bolt upright, unsure of himself and suddenly feeling very unco-ordinated.
"Put your right foot behind and to the right of your left, like you are standing in a square with your feet in opposite corners. More. More. Good. Now punch."
The kid throws an awkward right, not moving his feet at all but secretly the student is surprised at his power. With training, he might be able to throw a noteworthy blow. The coach stops walking and corrects the kids posture, demonstrating with the student how to throw a fluid punch. Again and again he makes the newcomer throw until finally, a respectable jab joins the other sounds of fist meeting pad in the gym. The coach steps back and the newcomer turns to the student expecting to see resentment at being usurped, but instead sees only a deep respect as he bows to the coach.
Sweat covers the kids face as once again the student smashes his left into the pad. He winces slightly and drops his arm before raising his other arm. The student moves forward slightly, turning his toes and dropping his weight, before turning his hips and driving his right hand through the pad, again knocking the kid off balance. The kid was tough, for sure. He wasn't used to this, but again and again he lifted the pads- seemingly made of lead now- for the student. When his turn comes he feels weak and awkward, not realising how much he has improved in a mere hour. The student smiles, and hops around flashing up the pads, his energy seemingly inexhaustable- the ability to hide pain and fatigue behind a poker face is something the kid wouldn't learn for a while yet. Finally the egg timer sounds and the coach instructs the students to put away the pads and warm down. Probably the best thing the newcomer had heard all day. The student grabs the kid by the hand and quietly says "thank you" before walking to his equipment bag.
Would the kid come back? Maybe. Probably not. The gloves he gingerly placed back on the shelf had seen many students once or twice, like the aging coach as he smiles and shakes the kids hand, telling him he will want to buy his own gloves soon. He too had seen so many young men who faced the realisation of what hard work truly is, but had shied away. The kids hands visibly shook and he walked slowly as he left the gym into the cold night, a tough decision waiting for him the next day.
8/28/2006 5:23am, #2
It's an okay fic, but when are they going to have sex?
8/28/2006 5:39am, #3
8/28/2006 6:23am, #4
It makes me want to take up boxing.
8/28/2006 6:33am, #5
VERY nicely written--and I second namaste's conclusion.
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8/28/2006 10:43am, #6
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I third that, albeit I've kind of already decided to take it up, so this just... strengthens my resolve? :P
One thing I see right off the bat is that you switch tenses from past to present and back again, which is jarring. *shrug*
Last edited by CrapKnee; 8/28/2006 10:49am at .
8/28/2006 11:13am, #7
Originally Posted by Alex
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8/28/2006 1:03pm, #8
8/28/2006 3:23pm, #9Originally Posted by CrapKnee
8/28/2006 3:38pm, #10
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