Sick woke up ass crack early since he gotten jump a couple days ago. They took his drugs and his money. Shacking his head lightly as he just grab a piece of paper and look at it. There's an open ring today in the city. Letting off a low sigh as he begin to change into his other cloths. Gym shorts, ankle sock with a all black shoes. Black tee shirt and putting on his black hat. Picking up his gym back since he haven't used it since high school. Finding his old gloves that his parents gave him as he give them a try. It was a little tight but it will have to do. Walking toward his car, tossing everything into the back seat as he begin to drive off. Coming into the city was big, knowing where it was at was easy but getting there is the hard part. The city was about to be pack in a few minutes as he take the back way just to get there.
Pulling up into the parking lot as he begin to look around. Garbing his bag and turning off the car and locking it as he begin to walk inside. The guy who was doing the open boxing look at him. "Are you here for the open gym?" He asked as Sick replay with a cocky voice "Yeah I'm here for the open gym. What's it to ya?" Sick said as the guy just slightly laugh. "You haven't got a clue. With that type of attitude, you be asking for a ass whooping." He said. "But it's alright, we got people coming in all the time like that." He said looking at Sick. "You got your won gloves." He said as Sick pulled his out. Putting it on as he put the bag off to the side of the room. "Come on, I help you out.." Walking toward the punching bag as he show Sick what to do. Seeing it move side to side as he let him give it a try. "Try making it move from side to side for one minute." He said as Sick begin to start it. Throwing out punches that didn't move from side to side as the guy told him to round off his punch. Trying not to get ticked off at this but he did what he was told. Throwing hook at it as he begin to move. He felt the motion going into the punch as it begin to move faster. Looking at it with his eye's as he follow it and getting it at it's weak point. After that long minutes seem like hours to him, the guy told him to stop.
"Now we going to work on your footwork. A boxer is only strong and fast on his feet." He said as Sick nod his head. Giving Sick one pair of jump rope as he begin to jump. Switching leg from left to right and right to left. It seem easy but the guy didn't tell him to stop jumping. Keeping on a straight face as he know whoever jumped him isn't going to like him in a couple days. Also he gotta make a crew soon. Forcing on what's going on in his mind as the guy told him to stop. Stopping in his track as the rope hit behind his shoes. The guy just look at him"Well, that's all for today. Come in tomorrow at the same time alright" He said as Sick just pack up his stuff and took the rope back with him.
Getting inside the car as he begin to drive out of there and back to his place. Heading toward his room as he toss everything on the chair and begin to sit on his bed. Looking around before he decide to lay down and crash out. Waking up the next morning. Sick didn't hear his phone going off as he woke up a little bit after since the call. Checking out the voice mail as it was some of his friends just called and see if he was ok. Nothing else beside people called for some drugs. He let out a little sigh and feeling that his whole body is sore as hell. Walking his way into the bathroom so he can somewhat get clean up and make his way back out to the gym.
The guy just look at Sick and begin to laugh as he notice what he's doing. "Feeling sore today?" He said as Sick just look at him. "I don't got all day. Let's just get it started." Sick said as the guy walk over to the bench press. "Well today your going to be lifting" He said as Sick didn't even feel like arguing. "You do this to every guy that show up in the morning?" he said and the guy just said yeah. Having his back against the padded plate and begin to lift 45 kg just to get him started. Doing 10 reps of a set of 1. The guy put 65kg and Sick begin to do 10 but he struggle with the last rep. Pushing as hard as he can as he got it done. "Well, I know where your max out at." He said as Sick just nod hs head lightly. Feeling so damn sore from yesterday as the guy handed him a curl bar.
The bar feel like 22 kg but it had other weight on it that is 45kg. Keeping his back stright and begin to lift the bar to his chest and don't move his back. Doing 10 reps of 5 set as it just been tiring. Sick just felt like he's back in school training for some big event. Not letting it get to him as he just keep on pushing. Getting some drink of water but not to much as it was going to hurt him even more. Reason why is that water is a liquid and it can move around in the stomach.
The guy look at Sick and told him to put on his gloves"I'm going to show you you a few times and I want you to follow up on it also." Showing him the Jab, Straight punch, Left and Right hook which he learn from yesterday. And a heavy Hay-Maker. Putting the padding on Sick head as he was going into the ring today with his trainer. Stepping into the ring as he begin to walk toward his trainer with ease and threw a couple jabs then a left hook. Feeling so damn sore as it just hurt like hell to threw but hey it's work. But the guy just block it and counter with one of his own. Moving out of the way as he didn't block as he threw a heavy right hook at his side. The trainer fell to the ground holding his side then stood back up"Well, that's good. Catching me off guard with that. Come back again when you need to freshen up or just to train." He said as Sick step out of the ring and begin to threw up in the trashcan.
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