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Authors: Liberty Thunderbolt, Zac Robinson
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“Gauntlet!”
Both men raised their eyebrows at each other and pushed past the locker rooms into the gym, “What the hell? Is that old man psycho?” Bretten said.
Rodrigo just shrugged as they took in the gym. Stretched before them sat a giant state of the art training center that was masked beautifully by the building’s facade. Lines of long Thai heavy bags, tear drop heavy bags, body snatcher bags, double end and speed bags all hung from the ceiling. Three men snapped punches, kicks, elbows, and knees into their bags.
Along the back wall a line of red, blue, and black grappling dummies stood at soldier-like attention appearing to guard over an open span of matted flooring. At the time only two sweat-caked men rolled on the mat with another looking on, but it had room for twenty to wrestle comfortably.
Bretten and Rodrigo nodded to the three men as they walked between them and the dummy soldiers. Rodrigo leaned over to Bretten. “That’s Bobby Newcomb and Darnell Woods on the mat.”
Newcomb, as white as sunshine with a thick jaw covered by a scruffy blonde beard, was the former UCC heavyweight champion. The young light heavyweight Woods’ skin tone was the opposite of Newcomb’s, and his thick arms spilled out of his drenched shirt. He was only a victory or two away from vying for the UCC belt.
A sense of excitement burst from Bretten’s chest and poured over his whole body. “I can’t believe it dude. I barely started fighting and now I’m going to be training under the same roof as these guys. Guys I’ve watched on TV for years.”
Rodrigo heard the tension in Bretten’s voice. “Remember, we are like water, here to find the root. We are walking the path just like them.”
“Damn Cortez, between all the water and roots I don’t know if I’m a fighter or a gardener.”
Rodrigo laughed and then jabbed Bretten in the side. On their way to the full-sized cage they walked past a full-sized boxing ring where a man shadow boxed. The cage was obviously the current focal point. Two men were sparring, two more were inside the fence shouting instructions, and a couple others were watching from the outside.
Beyond the cage sat a row of treadmills, bikes, and elliptical gliders, and beyond those an array of benches, dumbbells, and weight equipment stood sentinel over four large Olympic-style power racks. In one of those, Brooke Simms, clad in sweats, wrestling shoes, and a tight tank top was pulling 225 pounds off the floor with perfect dead lift form. Her taut back muscles and the way her hair fell over her neck as she lifted the weight was so sexy. Another girl stood behind her with hands on hips encouraging her to keep working. Bretten had the urge to head over to the weights, but he stood with Rodrigo and watched the action in the cage.
One of the men hollered, “Ten seconds,” and the fighters got in one last flurry. The coaches stepped in and instructed the fighters while the action was still fresh on their minds.
Bretten glanced over at Brooke. The girls had noticed them and Bretten caught Brooke eyeing him furtively as she said something to her friend. Whit then looked over and saw his two new recruits. He headed out the cage door and walked over. “What’s up pups? Glad you decided to give it a shot.”
Bretten and Rodrigo responded with their own appreciation for the opportunity.
“I see you guys brought your gear. We’re about done with the session so why don’t you two get changed out? Doc hooked you up with a couple lockers in the pro section of the locker room.”
Both turned to head back to the locker room. A voice bellowed, “Gauntlet!”
And then another, “Gauntlet!”
Whit said to the fighters around the cage, “Get finished up then set up the gauntlet.”
“What the hell is the gauntlet?” Bretten whispered to Rodrigo.
“I’ve heard about it, some kind of workout to prove our worth as fighters. It’s supposed to be hell, but it can’t be too bad
Both men raised their eyebrows at each other and pushed past the locker rooms into the gym, “What the hell? Is that old man psycho?” Bretten said.
Rodrigo just shrugged as they took in the gym. Stretched before them sat a giant state of the art training center that was masked beautifully by the building’s facade. Lines of long Thai heavy bags, tear drop heavy bags, body snatcher bags, double end and speed bags all hung from the ceiling. Three men snapped punches, kicks, elbows, and knees into their bags.
Along the back wall a line of red, blue, and black grappling dummies stood at soldier-like attention appearing to guard over an open span of matted flooring. At the time only two sweat-caked men rolled on the mat with another looking on, but it had room for twenty to wrestle comfortably.
Bretten and Rodrigo nodded to the three men as they walked between them and the dummy soldiers. Rodrigo leaned over to Bretten. “That’s Bobby Newcomb and Darnell Woods on the mat.”
Newcomb, as white as sunshine with a thick jaw covered by a scruffy blonde beard, was the former UCC heavyweight champion. The young light heavyweight Woods’ skin tone was the opposite of Newcomb’s, and his thick arms spilled out of his drenched shirt. He was only a victory or two away from vying for the UCC belt.
A sense of excitement burst from Bretten’s chest and poured over his whole body. “I can’t believe it dude. I barely started fighting and now I’m going to be training under the same roof as these guys. Guys I’ve watched on TV for years.”
Rodrigo heard the tension in Bretten’s voice. “Remember, we are like water, here to find the root. We are walking the path just like them.”
“Damn Cortez, between all the water and roots I don’t know if I’m a fighter or a gardener.”
Rodrigo laughed and then jabbed Bretten in the side. On their way to the full-sized cage they walked past a full-sized boxing ring where a man shadow boxed. The cage was obviously the current focal point. Two men were sparring, two more were inside the fence shouting instructions, and a couple others were watching from the outside.
Beyond the cage sat a row of treadmills, bikes, and elliptical gliders, and beyond those an array of benches, dumbbells, and weight equipment stood sentinel over four large Olympic-style power racks. In one of those, Brooke Simms, clad in sweats, wrestling shoes, and a tight tank top was pulling 225 pounds off the floor with perfect dead lift form. Her taut back muscles and the way her hair fell over her neck as she lifted the weight was so sexy. Another girl stood behind her with hands on hips encouraging her to keep working. Bretten had the urge to head over to the weights, but he stood with Rodrigo and watched the action in the cage.
One of the men hollered, “Ten seconds,” and the fighters got in one last flurry. The coaches stepped in and instructed the fighters while the action was still fresh on their minds.
Bretten glanced over at Brooke. The girls had noticed them and Bretten caught Brooke eyeing him furtively as she said something to her friend. Whit then looked over and saw his two new recruits. He headed out the cage door and walked over. “What’s up pups? Glad you decided to give it a shot.”
Bretten and Rodrigo responded with their own appreciation for the opportunity.
“I see you guys brought your gear. We’re about done with the session so why don’t you two get changed out? Doc hooked you up with a couple lockers in the pro section of the locker room.”
Both turned to head back to the locker room. A voice bellowed, “Gauntlet!”
And then another, “Gauntlet!”
Whit said to the fighters around the cage, “Get finished up then set up the gauntlet.”
“What the hell is the gauntlet?” Bretten whispered to Rodrigo.
“I’ve heard about it, some kind of workout to prove our worth as fighters. It’s supposed to be hell, but it can’t be too bad
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