09-23-2014, 12:42 PM
Bas walked into Gracie's with his gym bag in hand. He'd been going there more maybe a couple years. At least since he'd moved up in the Mordivinov family. Street-fighting was all well and good, but being able to kick ass on a professional level was even better. Course, not like he really needed. Not with his abilities. But he didn't want everyone to know about those. If Ayden was right- which she probably was- then there were others who could do what he could. In which case, it was good not to broadcast it. Best to let people underestimate him. Then, when they think they've got you? Bam! The look on their faces always made him laugh. Almost as funny as when Boris died.
Gracie's was his kinda place. None of that pansy-ass meat-market stuff. Oh he liked seeing a lady in her short shorts or yoga-pants, no question. He occasionally went with a couple of buddies to one those places. Didn't get a whole lot of working out done, but it was always fun. Nah, here is where men and some butch looking chicks came who wanted to kick some serious ass. Hell, the Gracies were MMA legends. Rich and shit. Yet they ran a gym that said exactly what they thought about all the fancy new equipment and techniques and what not. Nope, you want to learn how to fight well, you go old school. Cave man. Fit Bas perfectly.
Charlie was by the counter lookin over at something. Bas smiled at him. "What's up, bitch!"
A smile split Charlie's face and they bro-hugged.
"Bitch? I seem to remember you on the ground tappin out last time."
They both laughed. Charlie was a good guy. Yeah, he liked to dress up as a woman when he went out, but whatever. Wasn't a big deal. And shit but it was funny when a drunk guy realized she was a he and got all mad and shit. Always tried to fight after that But Charlie took care of business, that was for sure. He about died laughing when that happened. Was worth it, goin out with him, completely aside from just having fun. Charlie was a good wingman too.
"So what's been going on?"
He looked around. It wasn't too busy. "Vito's not been around, right? Like to pound that guy about now."
At Charlie's mocking look, he laughed. "Sorry man, you're too big. Be weird all cuddling and shit afterwards."
"Alright. That's it. I'm gonna have to beat you for that."
They both laughed.
"Alright alright!"
He put his hands up defensively. "Let me change. Let's do...Brazilian. Yeah. Need to work on my jumps anyway."
After he changed, he came back out and warmed up.
Charlie got Stan to watch the door and they both got into the ring. Soon, the noise of the tv's and the grunts and slaps of the others there faded into the background. All that he heard was the sound of his own breath, his own heartbeat, as he and Charlie go to it. He didn't do too bad. Charlie was the master, of course. But after a few minutes, he let him know what to work on, what he was screwing up in, and then they'd get back at it.
Couple of times he took a kick to the face or a shot to the stomach. And yeah, it hurt. But it was exciting all the same. And he landed a few good ones. Maybe 30 minutes went by and he had to take a break. Breathing heavily, he said, "Damn man! What are you trying to do to my face? This is the money-maker!"
Charlie laughed and through a water at him, while toweling his face off. "A wonder you ain't starved to death, chump,"
he said before turning around and taking off his gloves.
Bas laughed at that and then looked around. There were a couple guys standing around watching them. One of them was a skinny kid and seemed kinda nervous. He had mark written all over him, if he had shown up in his old neighborhood. The other guy was also skinny but there was a hardness to him- his face anyway. He might have held his own. Well, maybe. Bas fought dirty. And he had his little secret. Either way, they weren't here for him anyway.
He nodded his head to Charlie when he turned back. "Can I help you?"
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 23 2014, 12:47 PM.
Gracie's was his kinda place. None of that pansy-ass meat-market stuff. Oh he liked seeing a lady in her short shorts or yoga-pants, no question. He occasionally went with a couple of buddies to one those places. Didn't get a whole lot of working out done, but it was always fun. Nah, here is where men and some butch looking chicks came who wanted to kick some serious ass. Hell, the Gracies were MMA legends. Rich and shit. Yet they ran a gym that said exactly what they thought about all the fancy new equipment and techniques and what not. Nope, you want to learn how to fight well, you go old school. Cave man. Fit Bas perfectly.
Charlie was by the counter lookin over at something. Bas smiled at him. "What's up, bitch!"
A smile split Charlie's face and they bro-hugged.
"Bitch? I seem to remember you on the ground tappin out last time."
They both laughed. Charlie was a good guy. Yeah, he liked to dress up as a woman when he went out, but whatever. Wasn't a big deal. And shit but it was funny when a drunk guy realized she was a he and got all mad and shit. Always tried to fight after that But Charlie took care of business, that was for sure. He about died laughing when that happened. Was worth it, goin out with him, completely aside from just having fun. Charlie was a good wingman too.
"So what's been going on?"
He looked around. It wasn't too busy. "Vito's not been around, right? Like to pound that guy about now."
At Charlie's mocking look, he laughed. "Sorry man, you're too big. Be weird all cuddling and shit afterwards."
"Alright. That's it. I'm gonna have to beat you for that."
They both laughed.
"Alright alright!"
He put his hands up defensively. "Let me change. Let's do...Brazilian. Yeah. Need to work on my jumps anyway."
After he changed, he came back out and warmed up.
Charlie got Stan to watch the door and they both got into the ring. Soon, the noise of the tv's and the grunts and slaps of the others there faded into the background. All that he heard was the sound of his own breath, his own heartbeat, as he and Charlie go to it. He didn't do too bad. Charlie was the master, of course. But after a few minutes, he let him know what to work on, what he was screwing up in, and then they'd get back at it.
Couple of times he took a kick to the face or a shot to the stomach. And yeah, it hurt. But it was exciting all the same. And he landed a few good ones. Maybe 30 minutes went by and he had to take a break. Breathing heavily, he said, "Damn man! What are you trying to do to my face? This is the money-maker!"
Charlie laughed and through a water at him, while toweling his face off. "A wonder you ain't starved to death, chump,"
he said before turning around and taking off his gloves.
Bas laughed at that and then looked around. There were a couple guys standing around watching them. One of them was a skinny kid and seemed kinda nervous. He had mark written all over him, if he had shown up in his old neighborhood. The other guy was also skinny but there was a hardness to him- his face anyway. He might have held his own. Well, maybe. Bas fought dirty. And he had his little secret. Either way, they weren't here for him anyway.
He nodded his head to Charlie when he turned back. "Can I help you?"
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 23 2014, 12:47 PM.