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First Biking Times and Now Gym Times---With Daisy!

Who: Little Mac, Daisy
What: Hanging out in the gym...~~and nosebleeds~~.
Where: Weightroom, Afternoon
When: Backdated to Jan. 7th
Warnings: ~~NOSEBLEEDS~~ Um, we'll see~

On Little Mac's eighteenth birthday, Daisy had invited Mac to hang out in the weightroom with her. He agreed, he always loved having company after all.

Mac went down by the weightroom at the time Daisy had arranged it. He came in his usual work out clothes, tank top and shorts. With his usually equipment: boxing gloves, sweat towels, a water bottle, and his brand new iPod; courtesy of Doc as a birthday gift. He planned on having fun with Daisy. Get to know her a little more about her perhaps.

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And there was Daisy, arriving shortly after him, dressed in her own usual work-out clothes: a yellow tank top and orange bicycle shorts. ~~Commence nosebleed.~~ When she arrived, she set her duffle bag down, and said, "Hey, Mac! Weren't waiting long I hope?"

"Nah, not at all!" said Mac as he started getting his things together. ~~Trying to prevent nosebleeds~~. Okay. Now he must try to make conversation and calm down his nerves (which, luckily, weren't showing yet). This was an outing for friends and nothing else. Anything to not make Daisy feel uncomfortable. Okay. "So, how've you been today?"

"Can't complain!" she announced, immediately doing a few warmup stretches, holding her arms above her head and leaning side to side. "How about you? Liking it here so far?"

"Heck, I like here a lot!" Mac replied with enthusiasm. Mac started doing some stretches himself. Hard to believe it has aready been a few months since Mac came to the school. Crazy things might have happened over that time that may or may not have been fun, but afterwards it felt like he had an adventure. And they became cherished memories. "Glad I came." That response came out even more sincere than the last one.

"Well, good!" she told him cheerfully. Her stretches complete, she looked around. "So, how do you usually start off?"

"I usually lift first!" Mac said as he went over to the weights. "Then I do some work-out for the legs."

"Well then, let's get started!" She followed him to the weights. "So how heavy do you go?"

The most I can lift is 'bout 80lbs but I always stick with much smaller weights when I'm doin' my daily stuff." He was being honest. He is not the type to brag about anything; so he has a clam, modest look on his face. Even when it comes to muscles and athletics.

"Not bad," she commented. "I can't go that high, but I'll go first. Spot me?" she asked.

"Sure!" And Mac does so.

And so with Mac's help, Daisy went through about ten reps. ~~It was pretty manly. For a GIRL.~~

"Phew!" She sat up, wiping sweat from her brow. "Okay, your turn!"

It didn't surprise Mac at all with how much weight she lifted. Daisy seemed like the athletic type.

And so, Mac did his. ~~It was pretty manly. For a...man.~~

"You're really strong!" she commented.

Mac made sure not to flush at her compliment. ~~Daisy broke Mac's brain. The end.~~ And well, he succeeded. Mac modestly spoke again, "Heheh, thanks. It's just cuz I train a lot, though." He lifted a couple more times before getting off and using one of his sweat towels, taking in some water as well. Mac always made sure to bring plenty of bottled water with him. Curious, Mac turned to Daisy picking up an extra bottle out of his bag. "Um, didja remember to bring anythin' to drink? You gotta keep yourself hydrated. If not, I could give ya one of my water bottles if ya want."

"Forgot this time," she said. "But if you don't mind me mooching off some of yours, that'd be fine!"

"So tell me, what do you boxers have to do to train?"

Mac kindly handed Daisy a cold water bottle. And Mac took another swig of his until he heard her question.

"Oh y'know...weight liftin', joggin', push-ups, sit-ups, jump rope, punchin' bags...that kinda stuff."

"You know, I was wondering," she said. "You're a pro boxer, right? Why don't you show me some of your moves?" she asked, pointing to the hanging punching bag.

"Ya want me to show you?" He turned to the punching bag. It would be kinda hard to really show her without an actual opponent. But there was no one around them he could get as a volunteer. And no way was he going to fight Daisy herself. "Uh, sure! Why not?" With that, he got on his signature boxing gloves. He positioned himself in front of the bag and stretched his arm and got himself pumped up. He then went at it, giving punch after punch at the punching bag.

Daisy nodded, watching with arms crossed. "I can see why you're a champ," she remarked with a grin. "I can only imagine what it'd be like if you had an actual opponent! You'd probably knock their block off!"

"Heheh, well I ain't the champ yet. I got a ways to go. Stuff to learn and other guys to fight in the league." Mac said with honesty. "But bein' a boxer is heck lots of fun! I really enjoy doin' it."

"Good! Better to spend your days doing something you enjoy, I always say," she reminded him. "Wouldn't mind catching one of your fights some time!"

"I ain't gonna fight in the league for some time." Mac said with a little sigh. He'd have to fight Aran Ryan if he wanted to crawl up in the ranks again. That would be fun; Mac would come back to an angry asshole who would mock him for the rest of his life because he went to school before they would fight. "But I've been having tons of fun fightin' guys here." Looking back to his spars with Knuckles and Falcon; both enjoyable and sporty.

"Well, the next time you go have a fight, I'd love to watch," she reiterated.

"You would? Really?" That was his only reply that would come out.

"Sure thing!" she confirmed. "Just let me know the time and place!"

"O-okay, sure thing!" What a wonderful thought. Daisy would want to see him fight someday. He would hope to not disappoint her. All the more to make him more nervous and hoping he would have a fight soon to really show her how tough and strong he could be. Was that being egotistical? Is he really so desperate to impress her? It almost made him feel bad. He guessed that he would just would like for Daisy to see how strong he is to know who to call if she needed any help. Even though Daisy is quite tough herself and doesn't like to take any crap. Time to change the subject.

"You heard of the league, Daisy?"

"You'll have to be a bit more specific," she said. "I've heard of a LOT of leagues."

"The WVBA. The World Video Boxin' Association!" Mac confirmed.

"Oh, I think I've heard of it," she explained. "Never seen it though."

"It's in my hometown! The city's pretty big itself so it might not seem like a big place but it's pretty busy there. Even if there ain't a match, the gym's open there for professionals to hang out," Mac replied.

"Oh, neat!" she said. "So you're fighting in the WVBA? How many fights have you won?"

"Eight, won two belts. I just got in the World Circuit where the big shots are," again, the modesty is showing here. "I kinda left for school before my next match so some of the guys at that circuit are kinda pissed at me, haha." A long pause. He shuddered to himself. Wait, he didn't want her to think he was being a coward or anything. "But I could finally afford to go back to school! I had to take the chance, y'know? My spot's still there, so when I get back I'll be ready for 'em!"

"That's great!" she said. "Winning two belts takes a lot of skill! Congratulations!"

Ahhh all this praise...Mac flustered quite a bit now and smiled meekly. "T-thanks..."

"Got any recordings of some of your title fights?" she asked hopefully.

"I, uh, think you might find 'em on Mewtube! ~~If copyright ain't taken 'em down yet.~~"

"Then I'll definitely go watch some tonight!" she told him.

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