|Jimmy Slater (youngslater) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-06-23 14:25:00
|Entry tags:||ann_wayland, jimmy_slater, nc-17, plot|
them's fightin' words
Subject: Ann has some words for Jimmy.
Where: Jimmy's club during a fight.
Who: Jimmy Slater
Warnings: violence, cursing, NC17fest.
Open to: Ann Wayland.
"I GOT 5 ON SLATER!"
"I'LL TAKE THAT BET.. THAT OTHER FELLA IS GIGANTIC!"
Screaming voices whirled around him, but they were all muffed out. Jimmy had his boxing head on and nothing else mattered. Faces were blurry except for his opponent, the German who had waltzed into the club, thinking he was hot stuff and was now bleeding from his newly crooked nose. Jimmy was sweating, but that was the worst of it for him. His knuckles were taped, but that was all that seperated his fists from the German's face when he landed another punch across his left cheek. The man had insisted no gloves, and now he was paying the price.
Ducking a poorly calculated swing from his obviously dazed opponent, Jimmy double punched him right in the gut and saw him fall backwards. Unfortunately, it wasn't over that easily and Jimmy had celebrated too early. The German had stumbled back up and tackled Jimmy from the back, slamming him to the floor. Flipping over, Jimmy punched him as hard as he could and then pushed the now nearly toothless German off of him. "Oi! This is for fun you git!" Shaking his head in disappointment at someone who disrespects his hobby in such a way, the German spit his loose teeth out and apologized as best he could.
The cheering swarmed him and jumped in place, staying in a state of mind to fight. "Right, WHO'S NEXT?!" A tall, blonde boy approached and took off his shirt, accepting his challenge. Jimmy smirked, stretching out to prepare for his next challenge. Being handed a mug of ale, he downed it and took a deep breath, looking around at the crowd as the boy was taping his knuckles.