Emma Grace (white_diamonds) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-30 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, emma frost (white queen) |
Who: Emma Frost and Tyra Shepard
What: Exercise! Emma getting her ass handed to her!
When: Today!
Where: One of the gyms Shep frequents
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Tyra had given Emma an address. There was enough room to move, enough matting to cushion falls, and enough privacy that Ms. Frost wouldn’t be embarrassed by having her pretty ass handed to her.
Stripping to a pair of sweatpants and a tank-top, Shepard decided to warm up on the punching bag.
Emma arrived just on time, dressed for a work out. Though she was rich and spoiled enough that most would assume her to be weak and undisciplined, she walked through the gym and felt a little buzz of excitement. She very much looked forward to training, especially if Tyra was as good as she said she was. Emma could respect a person who had reason to brag.
When she happened upon the blonde, Emma smiled. "You're Tyra Shepard, aren't you?"
Shepard stilled the bag, turning to look the woman up and down. She didn't look as soft as she thought she would, though those chest pillows might get in the way. She held out her hand, "Yes. I'm assuming you're Miss Frost?"
"Yes." Emma was friendly, but not warm. She sized Shepard up and had the oddest feeling that this was a strong woman. After a moment, she held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Shepard shook Emma's hand, then in one swift motion had Emma laying flat on her back on the ground. She gave her a feral grin, "Nice to meet you too. We're going to need to work with your higher center of gravity."
It was a rare thing for Emma to ever truly be surprised. As the world spun around her and she found herself on the floor (flung like a doll!) Emma's mouth went from a small o of surprise into a thin, annoyed line. She glared up at Shepard for a moment before getting herself up. "I promise you," Emma said, "I will find a way to make you miserable for that." Still, Emma felt a swell of respect for the woman. That was one way to grab someone's attention.
Shepard grinned. The best way to teach was to show. And the best students were the ones that were stubborn enough to be pushed.
"There are three main lessons. The first is there are no rules. This is fighting dirty. It can be graceful, but it's also harsh. The second is using your enemy's momentum against them. The third is element of surprise."
It was hard to be dignified when just being thrown on the floor and Emma felt awkward. Still, she listened to Shepard closely, if just because she was trying to figure out how to best beat her at her own game. For the briefest of moments, she wished herself powers to use against Tyra. But that was gone when she'd finished speaking.
"Alright," Emma said, nodding her head. She would always, she thought, always be wary of Tyra getting too close from now on. "And how will I be learning?"
"Through example. You just learned how easy it is to take an opponent by surprise. I'm going to show you a position that'll make it hard for someone to throw you. Then I'll show you how to throw someone else."
She grinned again. She needed to redye her hair purple again, but that could wait. She hadn't wanted to surprise the woman too much - the scars were bad enough, "Then we'll get to the fun stuff."
"No warm-up?" Emma smirked. This wasn't going to be just another pilates class and she was okay with that.
Tyra tilted her head, then gestured at the punching bag, “Hit that for a few minutes. It might be a good idea to watch you for a bit.”
For non-pervy reasons. Mostly.
She raised a brow, but didn't comment. To Emma, having someone stare wasn't really all that unusual or, even, unwelcome. "I'm no boxer," she admitted, stepping up to the punching bag and almost feeling self-conscious. "I'm fit. I run, mostly, and take silly classes at my gym." She threw a punch. "I'll need the beginner's tour."
"Hit things until they stop moving," Shepard quipped. She folded her arms, walking around Emma and giving her tips as she hit the bag, "When you're really fighting someone, nothing is off limits. Eyes, nose, balls, whatever gets you an advantage."
"I took a self defense class just once in my life." Emma spoke in between punches. "Taught by a big bear of a man. I think he'd like you." Slowly, she got into it, feeling less self-conscious and more bloodthirsty. There was something gratifying about physical activity.
Her eyes dropped to the floor a few times and mid-punch, twirled and stuck out her leg. It wasn't exactly as graceful a move as she could have mustered, but it was fierce. Emma tried to trip Tyra and even if she didn't, it would say everything about Emma that needed to be said.
Shepard was caught off guard enough to land on her ass, but she rolled to her feet quickly and brushed herself off. She eyed Emma with a bit of extra respect in her eyes, "I think we're ready to move onto something fun."
Emma smirked, proud that she'd managed to get Tyra off her feet. "Oh yes?"
"Oh yes." Her eyes gleamed, and for the next hour and a half she pushed Emma to her physical limits, and beyond. She made damn sure the woman was going to be sore and tired.
There was one break for water.