Aeron Broderick's Training Day (closed)

Aeron Broderick entered the gym and looked around, looking rather displeased at all the men here, they all looked so weak compared to her, but this would not stop her from working out! First, she would hit the punching bags, and would start to beat the hell out of it, throwing some strong punches and kicks, yet they were fast for somebody her size, which was something not to be expected of somebody like that. After that she would go to the bench bress, and would put a total of 300 pounds on there, waiting for a man or men to approch her, or until she finds somebody to peak her interest.

((OOC: I would read her bio, to know what you're getting into if you lose!))

((Mind if I jump in? My guy uses a style meant to be used against heavier/bigger opponents))

He had always seend the same types of people in here but this time around there was another rush of people all around here none of whom seemed to use any technique to what they did. Whoa now. . there was a big girl over there, and in literally every sense of the word big but he didn't find her at all intimidating, or the 300lbs for that matter. He walked up to her calmly as he watched her start the benchpress. In his silver gymanstics suit which fit like a short sleeved diving suit with black around the edges and it stopping at the bottom of his knees with his black workout shorts with white stripes on the side, and of course his ever-present red scarf while carrying rythmic gymnastics gear as he bounced a ball on one knee and then rolled it out onto his arm. "There's a better way to lift excess weight" he said as he grabbed one of the same weight from the ground, levering his entire left arm underneath it as his green gloved right hand calmly held his ribbon, ball, and pins he levered his entire arm underneath it and with a swift push up with a turn to the left held it for a few seconds before jerking his arm and body to the left with his elbow guiding it slid it onto a nearby bench, "see?"

((sure, as long as you know what happens if you lose...))

Aeron had bench pressed a little more before stopping, she HAD to look at this. She would sit up and stare at the man, who was wearing the rythmic gymnastics gear, he was probably pretty athletic and it showed that he had some skill lifting that weight above his head. She cocked an eyebrow and looked at him. "Okay, you can lift that over your head, well done, I'm serious about this. So, you here for something or are you just going to pester me?" Aeron asked broadly, she wasn't exactly the nicest person, so if it sounded rude or straight to the point, it was meant to be.

"Oh, you sound busy" he said dryly as he watched her, standing firm against her, his body not moving in the least, as his angry, and hawkish looking eyes stared straight down at the girl. "How about a spar? Sound better than lifting pieces of metal around to you?" he said briskly. He could obviously use more experience, and an angry, and possibly not all that bright meat-head women would be a good fight.

"Hmm, interesting point, alright, we'll spar..." Aeron said with a blank look on her face, she had somebody in her hands, and now all she needed to do was show her dominance off to this man, and she would have her fun doing it! Aeron would walk over into the ring and would go to the corner and would stretch herself out. "You coming little man?" Aeron would ask in a blank, yet insulting way.

"Coming meatbag" he said in a light, frilly voice which practically dripped of sarcasm as he watched her, his eyes roaming her body, but not for the reason that she'd probably suspect him for as he watched for limps, strains, and signs of weakness. He looked up with a light smile as he jumped in the ring, intentionally whipping his head to let the scarf hit her in the face as he walked to the center and tossed his gear literally out of the ring. "Win by submission, or KO, no other way to win" he said as he held his hands in a downward facing position while his legs were kept in an even spread.

Aeron just stood there as the scarf hit her face, she wasn't amused by this man's words or the actions he took thus far, although that could possibly change as she fights him, or maybe it won't, only time could tell. She would look at him and get into her grappler's stance, waiting for the right time to strike. "Okay, that will work boy..." Aeron would say, attempting to lock up with him.

As she would look at him like that with an angry, unamused face he watched her even closer as she walked up to try and grab him, as he would swing his left knee and foot forward with his toes pointing behind her as he put his left arm out as a solid bar, pushing it into her midsection as he would go for her right arm to grab it, jam it forward, and lift with the knee. . . and then attempt to thrust the arm straight down to drive her into the mat.

Aeron did not know of what to think of that surprising move as she was in fact driven to the mat. However, she would get up and would attempt to grab the man, setting him up for a scoop slam and would hit that move if she could. If she did hit that move, she would drop down and send a knee to their shoulder.

The throw worked but irritatingly enough, just not enough in teh way that he wanted her to feel the pain, a slight look of dissapointment underneath his scarf, but he wasn't dissapointed for long. As he was scooped he would hold on and roll his shoulders to lessen the impact, but he still lost some air from his lungs before being attempted to kick. Then he would whip his scarf as he would roll to the side to attempt to obscure her vision and escape long enough to lash the scarf at her face to taunt her.