Post by king on Mar 18, 2009 14:46:38 GMT -5
{OoC Note: Really for Gabe or Justin. Whoever joins is going to be, hopefully -_-, my character's permanent sparring partner. You wanna watch, go ahead. Ahh... I'll pm the rest to which ever one of you it is >_>}
Perhaps the biggest thing that sucked about moving to a new city for a young boxer meant a new trainer/corner , a new cutman, and of course a new sparring partner. So even before he’d started packing TJ had started making inquires about gyms in the area of San Francisco that his family would be moving to about trainers, fees, facilities, and other pertinent information. In the end he had found one just a few streets from the new house that had recently renovated to accommodate the training of MMA athletes. A business decision as far as TJ saw it since they still dealt with boxer. It also seemed like an interesting sport that he may look into but it made sure that a sparring partner wouldn’t be hard to find.
Having already started training at the gym early in the week so his trainer, an elderly Irish guy called Paddy, figured he’d arranged a spar. That was just fine with TJ since it had been over a month since the last one and he felt like fighting, itchy like. Granted he knew nothing about who this guy was going to be in terms of size or ability, but as long as he could do something then it would be fine. TJ finished lacing up his boots, which were black and orange like the trunks he wore, and turned his attention to the all to important and often understand hand-wraps. He started wrapping the gauze tightly around his arm half way up his forearm, working his way back down to the wrist. Moving up he made sure his wrist was good and straight like for a punch as he wrapped it, a few layers would be done before moving up to the hand and a few more after he started back down to make sure his wrist would be flexing on any punch and causing self damage. When he got to the hand, TJ had his fingers in a sort of half-clenched position as he wrapped it in a manner that almost felt like the blood circulation was being cut off. The reason was on a full clench his hand, the palm area, widened slightly so by making tight when the hand was slightly thinner it made it even tighter when he made a fist. He did a few layers around the hand then back down to his wrist and back up to the hand, then repeat with the other hand. All the while the music he had always used for entrances was playing on the earphones of his Ipod, All That Remains - The Air That I Breathe.
While TJ did this his new handle watched and noted so on a fight night his boxer wouldn’t have to really worry about his equipment, though it would be awhile before he really trusted them with the wraps. Paddy grabbed the black gloves and put them onto TJ’s outstretched hands, lacing them tightly while giving the boxer a few pointers about keep his guard up as he moved in, keeping his sight clear as much as possible, remember the footwork during punches, and the biggest flaw he’d found in TJ’s fighting… don’t get out over the toes when punching. It was a nasty habit he had due to his aggression. The last bit, and most annoying, being the sparing head gear and TJ was ready. In a bit of mental prep, he pounded his right hand against his bare chest where the skeleton hand tattoo was… go time.
Bounding back and forth on the balls of his feet as he exited the locker room, TJ eyed the ring with malicious anticipation. Sure enough it was a spar to work on form, but on better way to learn than when treating it like an actual fight. He jumped up into the regulation size ring and threw a couple of warm-up punches… just a matter of moments now.
Perhaps the biggest thing that sucked about moving to a new city for a young boxer meant a new trainer/corner , a new cutman, and of course a new sparring partner. So even before he’d started packing TJ had started making inquires about gyms in the area of San Francisco that his family would be moving to about trainers, fees, facilities, and other pertinent information. In the end he had found one just a few streets from the new house that had recently renovated to accommodate the training of MMA athletes. A business decision as far as TJ saw it since they still dealt with boxer. It also seemed like an interesting sport that he may look into but it made sure that a sparring partner wouldn’t be hard to find.
Having already started training at the gym early in the week so his trainer, an elderly Irish guy called Paddy, figured he’d arranged a spar. That was just fine with TJ since it had been over a month since the last one and he felt like fighting, itchy like. Granted he knew nothing about who this guy was going to be in terms of size or ability, but as long as he could do something then it would be fine. TJ finished lacing up his boots, which were black and orange like the trunks he wore, and turned his attention to the all to important and often understand hand-wraps. He started wrapping the gauze tightly around his arm half way up his forearm, working his way back down to the wrist. Moving up he made sure his wrist was good and straight like for a punch as he wrapped it, a few layers would be done before moving up to the hand and a few more after he started back down to make sure his wrist would be flexing on any punch and causing self damage. When he got to the hand, TJ had his fingers in a sort of half-clenched position as he wrapped it in a manner that almost felt like the blood circulation was being cut off. The reason was on a full clench his hand, the palm area, widened slightly so by making tight when the hand was slightly thinner it made it even tighter when he made a fist. He did a few layers around the hand then back down to his wrist and back up to the hand, then repeat with the other hand. All the while the music he had always used for entrances was playing on the earphones of his Ipod, All That Remains - The Air That I Breathe.
While TJ did this his new handle watched and noted so on a fight night his boxer wouldn’t have to really worry about his equipment, though it would be awhile before he really trusted them with the wraps. Paddy grabbed the black gloves and put them onto TJ’s outstretched hands, lacing them tightly while giving the boxer a few pointers about keep his guard up as he moved in, keeping his sight clear as much as possible, remember the footwork during punches, and the biggest flaw he’d found in TJ’s fighting… don’t get out over the toes when punching. It was a nasty habit he had due to his aggression. The last bit, and most annoying, being the sparing head gear and TJ was ready. In a bit of mental prep, he pounded his right hand against his bare chest where the skeleton hand tattoo was… go time.
Bounding back and forth on the balls of his feet as he exited the locker room, TJ eyed the ring with malicious anticipation. Sure enough it was a spar to work on form, but on better way to learn than when treating it like an actual fight. He jumped up into the regulation size ring and threw a couple of warm-up punches… just a matter of moments now.
