Post by Andy D on Jan 30, 2017 20:10:58 GMT -5
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom – Chinese Proverb
It turned out mixed martial arts was more popular in his new neighbourhood than wrestling when it came to actual training gyms, but thankfully Nigel found one that accommodated his needs. It had been one of those “this should really be obvious” things needing to constantly train and hone one skills, but it still took Kimi suggesting it before the light bulb illuminated.
The gym itself wasn’t that exceptional of note. Picture a stereotypical boxing gym from TVs/movies and that’s the basic layout. Ring in the center, some punching backs and weights dotted around the outside. On the one side are the doors to the changing rooms, on the other leads to a room with more work out gear, such as running machines, cross trainers, etc. At the back of the main area is a set of metal stairs leading up to a set of offices, for the people who run the place.
For several weeks, both Nigel and Kimi would drop down a 4 times a week to work out, practice basic ring awareness and some fundamentals in wrestling. Well, Nigel would train, Kimi would stand by cheering him on at various opportunities. That said, she did hang around in workout gear herself, which Nigel noticed on more than one occasion on how athletic and toned she happened to be. He tried not to sneak glances (but still took them anyway) as while he liked Kimi and would love to be more than friends, he’d rather keep an awesome girl like her around. And if that was just to be friends and not drive her away by being a lecherous creep, that’s what he’d do.
Also every time he was distracted by her, he’d get his ass kicked by his sparring partner.
What Nigel didn’t notice was he wasn’t the only guy in the gym who was checking out Kimi. Although how could he blame them, the Asian-American 21 year old seemed to have a natural beauty to her, and having her near shoulder length brown hair tied back into a ponytail only highlighted her beauty even more. Add the athletic body to the mix (which weirdly she kept hidden under baggy clothes), and she was ‘hot’ to use a colloquial term.
Amongst those who noticed Kimi was Jim, one of the guys who ran the place (Nigel was pretty sure he wasn’t the owner, but the guy did like to say that the original name for the place was going to be Jim Gym, no apostrophe, no ‘s’). In fact Jim often took a time to talk to Kimi while Nigel was being thrown (and occasionally doing the throwing) around the ring.
It started off as a few minutes, talking about the nervous ninja in the ring, then expanded to longer conversations over the weeks. Over time topics changed from him encouraging her to not just be some side-line girlfriend cheerleader (she is so not his girlfriend), but to take up a more active role in his training, to be a manager, or an agent. To start deciding what he should be doing during training sessions, which day should be leg day. Then she started dealing with the money, making sure Nigel was paid up for his use in the gym (he was still the one actually paying, so there was no financial impact to Kimi.)
One day, Jim asks Kimi up to one of the offices at the top of the stairs. Once up there, he asks Kimi to sit down in one of the chairs while he leans on the desk that he obviously works behind. There he ‘regrets’ to inform Kimi that Nigel has been underpaying his membership fee, and owes quite a lot of money. The owners want to bring the police in and have him arrested for “theft of services” which could land him a heavy fine, if not jail time. And since Kimi was the last one to physically pay a bill for Nigel, she would be liable as well.
“How much?” Kimi asked hesitantly
“Well…” Jim started, giving a sharp inhale of concern “we don’t know the exact figure, but we’re around the two kay mark”
“Two thousand dollars!” Kimi exclaimed surprised. “But neither of us has that kind of money” She started to cry while Jim moved in to comfort her
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about this” Jim said, “I’ll get this cleared up. Make it all go away.”
“You will?” Kimi managed to say in between sobs. “I’d do anything…”
Jim smiled, less comforting and more a malicious one. While he stroked Kimi’s hair with one hand, he pushed away the sides of the grey tracksuit top she was wearing that day, revealing more of the blue top and the body she had underneath. “Shh… I’ll make this all go away.” He reiterated. “You just need to do one little favour for me.” His right hand went from stroking Kimi’s hair to caressing her cheek as he slowly lent further forward.
Jim wasn’t exactly sure which pain he felt first, his right wrist breaking in two or his testicles being pulled down to his knees (an over exaggeration but it’s how it actually felt). He also had no idea why he made no sound upon realising this pain existed. Was it too much for his vocal cords to respond or did he somehow get jabbed in the throat as well in the split second he went form ‘comforting’ Kimi to inconceivable pain?
‘Oh right, the girl’ Jim’s thoughts managed to find something other than pain to think of, and he tried to focus on her still sitting in that chair. But something didn’t seem right as instead of the crying girl he had in front of him moments ago, instead there was a stoic face. That had to be something to do with the pain, right?
Slowly the pain overtook Jim’s legs and he slumped down sideways onto the floor into a fetal position. Kimi stood up from the chair, grabbed something off the desk and then headed over to where Jim’s head had landed before kneeling down next to him. “Did you really think that would work?” She asked, with more curiosity than anything else. “I knew you were going to try to make some kind of move on me, but the whole ‘fuck me and I’ll wipe your debts’ routine?” She sighed “I’ll admit, I’m disappointed”
Where her voice had been calm and collected before, she now started to get a slight vicious undertone to her words. “Now the way I see it, we have three options before us. Number one, I can leave this room and we both forget this ever happened. Number two, you call the police about the physical abuse I inflicted upon you, where I get away with it by saying it was self-defence from the sexual harassment you made against me.” Kimi paused while a tiny groan finally escaped Jim’s lips “The thing I like about that one is that it’s completely one hundred percent true.”
“Alternatively there’s option three.” Kimi holds up a small knife like object. “That’s the one where I remove your entire reproductive organs with surgical precision using this wonderful letter opener you happened to have conveniently on your desk.”
“So what’s it to be?” It took a moment for Jim to groan again, but once he did, Kimi’s face light up in mock excitement “Option number one? Oh, you’re too kind.” She placed the letter opener down on the floor, stood up and strode out of the office, making sure to close the door on her way out. Once down stairs, she made it a point to make sure the message got around the gym that Jim wasn’t to be disturbed for several hours.
Once Nigel had finished his training, and he’d done all the showering and changing that one does after a workout, the pair left the gym. Outside Kimi breaks the news to Nigel “I think we need to find another gym to train in.”
“What? Why?” Nigel questioned
“They hiked up the price to train there.” Kimi explained “It was so high, it was basically extorting money from us” Well, she wasn’t lying at least.
“Oh, that sucks” Nigel said disheartened, to which Kimi agreed.
“Ok, I think we both need a pick me up, how about we go to the Ramen place on fifth, my treat.” Kimi beamed a smile at Nigel, trying to perk both their spirits up.
Nigel’s mode defiantly improved, and a genuine smile creeped onto his face. “Sure, why n-n-not.”
It turned out mixed martial arts was more popular in his new neighbourhood than wrestling when it came to actual training gyms, but thankfully Nigel found one that accommodated his needs. It had been one of those “this should really be obvious” things needing to constantly train and hone one skills, but it still took Kimi suggesting it before the light bulb illuminated.
The gym itself wasn’t that exceptional of note. Picture a stereotypical boxing gym from TVs/movies and that’s the basic layout. Ring in the center, some punching backs and weights dotted around the outside. On the one side are the doors to the changing rooms, on the other leads to a room with more work out gear, such as running machines, cross trainers, etc. At the back of the main area is a set of metal stairs leading up to a set of offices, for the people who run the place.
For several weeks, both Nigel and Kimi would drop down a 4 times a week to work out, practice basic ring awareness and some fundamentals in wrestling. Well, Nigel would train, Kimi would stand by cheering him on at various opportunities. That said, she did hang around in workout gear herself, which Nigel noticed on more than one occasion on how athletic and toned she happened to be. He tried not to sneak glances (but still took them anyway) as while he liked Kimi and would love to be more than friends, he’d rather keep an awesome girl like her around. And if that was just to be friends and not drive her away by being a lecherous creep, that’s what he’d do.
Also every time he was distracted by her, he’d get his ass kicked by his sparring partner.
What Nigel didn’t notice was he wasn’t the only guy in the gym who was checking out Kimi. Although how could he blame them, the Asian-American 21 year old seemed to have a natural beauty to her, and having her near shoulder length brown hair tied back into a ponytail only highlighted her beauty even more. Add the athletic body to the mix (which weirdly she kept hidden under baggy clothes), and she was ‘hot’ to use a colloquial term.
Amongst those who noticed Kimi was Jim, one of the guys who ran the place (Nigel was pretty sure he wasn’t the owner, but the guy did like to say that the original name for the place was going to be Jim Gym, no apostrophe, no ‘s’). In fact Jim often took a time to talk to Kimi while Nigel was being thrown (and occasionally doing the throwing) around the ring.
It started off as a few minutes, talking about the nervous ninja in the ring, then expanded to longer conversations over the weeks. Over time topics changed from him encouraging her to not just be some side-line girlfriend cheerleader (she is so not his girlfriend), but to take up a more active role in his training, to be a manager, or an agent. To start deciding what he should be doing during training sessions, which day should be leg day. Then she started dealing with the money, making sure Nigel was paid up for his use in the gym (he was still the one actually paying, so there was no financial impact to Kimi.)
One day, Jim asks Kimi up to one of the offices at the top of the stairs. Once up there, he asks Kimi to sit down in one of the chairs while he leans on the desk that he obviously works behind. There he ‘regrets’ to inform Kimi that Nigel has been underpaying his membership fee, and owes quite a lot of money. The owners want to bring the police in and have him arrested for “theft of services” which could land him a heavy fine, if not jail time. And since Kimi was the last one to physically pay a bill for Nigel, she would be liable as well.
“How much?” Kimi asked hesitantly
“Well…” Jim started, giving a sharp inhale of concern “we don’t know the exact figure, but we’re around the two kay mark”
“Two thousand dollars!” Kimi exclaimed surprised. “But neither of us has that kind of money” She started to cry while Jim moved in to comfort her
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about this” Jim said, “I’ll get this cleared up. Make it all go away.”
“You will?” Kimi managed to say in between sobs. “I’d do anything…”
Jim smiled, less comforting and more a malicious one. While he stroked Kimi’s hair with one hand, he pushed away the sides of the grey tracksuit top she was wearing that day, revealing more of the blue top and the body she had underneath. “Shh… I’ll make this all go away.” He reiterated. “You just need to do one little favour for me.” His right hand went from stroking Kimi’s hair to caressing her cheek as he slowly lent further forward.
Jim wasn’t exactly sure which pain he felt first, his right wrist breaking in two or his testicles being pulled down to his knees (an over exaggeration but it’s how it actually felt). He also had no idea why he made no sound upon realising this pain existed. Was it too much for his vocal cords to respond or did he somehow get jabbed in the throat as well in the split second he went form ‘comforting’ Kimi to inconceivable pain?
‘Oh right, the girl’ Jim’s thoughts managed to find something other than pain to think of, and he tried to focus on her still sitting in that chair. But something didn’t seem right as instead of the crying girl he had in front of him moments ago, instead there was a stoic face. That had to be something to do with the pain, right?
Slowly the pain overtook Jim’s legs and he slumped down sideways onto the floor into a fetal position. Kimi stood up from the chair, grabbed something off the desk and then headed over to where Jim’s head had landed before kneeling down next to him. “Did you really think that would work?” She asked, with more curiosity than anything else. “I knew you were going to try to make some kind of move on me, but the whole ‘fuck me and I’ll wipe your debts’ routine?” She sighed “I’ll admit, I’m disappointed”
Where her voice had been calm and collected before, she now started to get a slight vicious undertone to her words. “Now the way I see it, we have three options before us. Number one, I can leave this room and we both forget this ever happened. Number two, you call the police about the physical abuse I inflicted upon you, where I get away with it by saying it was self-defence from the sexual harassment you made against me.” Kimi paused while a tiny groan finally escaped Jim’s lips “The thing I like about that one is that it’s completely one hundred percent true.”
“Alternatively there’s option three.” Kimi holds up a small knife like object. “That’s the one where I remove your entire reproductive organs with surgical precision using this wonderful letter opener you happened to have conveniently on your desk.”
“So what’s it to be?” It took a moment for Jim to groan again, but once he did, Kimi’s face light up in mock excitement “Option number one? Oh, you’re too kind.” She placed the letter opener down on the floor, stood up and strode out of the office, making sure to close the door on her way out. Once down stairs, she made it a point to make sure the message got around the gym that Jim wasn’t to be disturbed for several hours.
Once Nigel had finished his training, and he’d done all the showering and changing that one does after a workout, the pair left the gym. Outside Kimi breaks the news to Nigel “I think we need to find another gym to train in.”
“What? Why?” Nigel questioned
“They hiked up the price to train there.” Kimi explained “It was so high, it was basically extorting money from us” Well, she wasn’t lying at least.
“Oh, that sucks” Nigel said disheartened, to which Kimi agreed.
“Ok, I think we both need a pick me up, how about we go to the Ramen place on fifth, my treat.” Kimi beamed a smile at Nigel, trying to perk both their spirits up.
Nigel’s mode defiantly improved, and a genuine smile creeped onto his face. “Sure, why n-n-not.”
