Post by Jonathan Michaels on Oct 31, 2007 4:32:13 GMT 1
The weight itself pressed up against his chest as his hands wrapped around the 45 lb iron bar, Jonathan Michaels' closed his eyes and breathed in heavily as he pushed the weight up he sighed, he couldn't do this exercise for very long without a spotter, as he counted up the weight he noted that it was 300lbs.
His face still showed signs of swelling, but it was pretty much healed and the only thing that remained from his loss in the tournament was the shame he had due to said loss. He grunted as he walked towards the treadmill, this whole business of public fighting was racking his brain and he had replayed the fight against Odin thousands of times in his head from the moment his body went limp from the flurry of punches and he still couldn't understand why he had allowed himself to get into such a predicament.
Why hadn't he avoided the take-down.
Jonathan knew that on paper he logically was the better ground fighter than Odin and that the fact that he lost on the ground was simply a slap in the face, it didn’t make sense to Jon, but he couldn’t do anything, he had lost and it finally seemed that no matter how hard he tried...the Denton Storm had passed. As he walked towards the treadmill he noticed a sign.
“Schanburg vs. Scott! The Battle of our Generation!”
Funny, that the battle of our generation would follow the great Hircine High Tournament. Though what really stood out was the name Schanburg and the fact that Schanburg was perhaps the only fighter he could’ve considered his equal at the school (Odin was far better and his other opponent hadn’t been nearly as trying), did Kai Schanburg stand a chance?
To be honest, Jonathan didn’t really think it was his place to judge a fight, but as he ran in place on the treadmill he remembered one thing...Kai was quite the unorthodox fighter and Scott was quite the standard Karate guy.
The smirk became visible on his face.
“Always put it on the guy who fights like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
His face still showed signs of swelling, but it was pretty much healed and the only thing that remained from his loss in the tournament was the shame he had due to said loss. He grunted as he walked towards the treadmill, this whole business of public fighting was racking his brain and he had replayed the fight against Odin thousands of times in his head from the moment his body went limp from the flurry of punches and he still couldn't understand why he had allowed himself to get into such a predicament.
Why hadn't he avoided the take-down.
Jonathan knew that on paper he logically was the better ground fighter than Odin and that the fact that he lost on the ground was simply a slap in the face, it didn’t make sense to Jon, but he couldn’t do anything, he had lost and it finally seemed that no matter how hard he tried...the Denton Storm had passed. As he walked towards the treadmill he noticed a sign.
“Schanburg vs. Scott! The Battle of our Generation!”
Funny, that the battle of our generation would follow the great Hircine High Tournament. Though what really stood out was the name Schanburg and the fact that Schanburg was perhaps the only fighter he could’ve considered his equal at the school (Odin was far better and his other opponent hadn’t been nearly as trying), did Kai Schanburg stand a chance?
To be honest, Jonathan didn’t really think it was his place to judge a fight, but as he ran in place on the treadmill he remembered one thing...Kai was quite the unorthodox fighter and Scott was quite the standard Karate guy.
The smirk became visible on his face.
“Always put it on the guy who fights like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”