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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:17 pm
Wil's face pulled into a rather displeased look, which she quickly pushed aside. "Max, out. Get her some gear," she said, pulling her gloves back on. "You can take a crack at it....but you need to at least wear a little protection. Know what? Come at me any way you want," she said with a small smirk.
Her assistant still looked rather sore about the punches but got out of the ring to grab some gear for Quinn. Of course she hated that someone would look at her sport with judging eyes even when it was totally fantastic....just meant she needed to prove to Quinn that boxing was better than street fighting, and what better way than by pummeling the s**t out of someone? Besides...the teachers didn't seem to reject the idea of the two fighting each other. Though, that could be that the teachers at Valley had long since given up trying to hold back her violent side.
"To be fair," she said, turning again to the students. "After we finish if anyone would like to try jumping in the ring with me they may," she said sweetly, however the bruise forming on Max's chin served as a warning, not to mention several other bruises from....practice. In her defense the guys in the club acted up after Shin-Lu had made a comment about her breasts.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:44 pm
Grinning, she ambled to her feet and waltzed over to Max, eagerly grabbing out to the gear that he handed Quinn. She threw the teeth guard a quizzical glance, but shrugged and popped it into her mouth. Hey, if she had one of these while she did street fighting, she would certainly have to not worry about getting punched in the face! At least Quinn still had all of her pearly white teeth intact. She plopped on the rest of the gear, messily slipping on the gloves. Attempting to flex her fingers inside it, she frowned. How awkward. She would have to make do, though.
Shifting her head from left to right as she rolled her shoulders, she strolled towards the ring. Quinn crinkled her nose as she squeezed through the rope. Fighting people while others cheered and yelled on didn’t seem all that appealing to the blond, but a brawl was a brawl, she supposed. Arms by her side, she stepped towards Wil with a focused gaze, all hints of a grin or smirk disappearing from her face. Yet, a certain glimmer remained in her eyes. “I look forward to this match,” she muttered before shifting into a ready position.
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