Physical Fitness Made Easy, Period 2 [7/10]

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Fred Dukes wasn't the type for doing things tentatively. He had the gym set up exactly how he wanted: An obstacle course.

Tires. A balance beam to run across. A set of low hurdles. Ropes to crawl under. A climbing wall followed by a crash mat.

This was the first day. Any student not intimidated by Fred's sheer size might possibly be given pause by the set-up.

"I'm Fred J. Dukes," he introduced, cracking his knuckles. "And don't think I don't know what you're thinking." He pretty much assumed they were all thinking 'holy crap, who ate my fitness teacher?' or something more derogatory. "Just don't say it. You say it, you'll regret it. Whether that means detention or otherwise, well. Depends on what you say."

"Now I'm sure all the other classes all wanted you to introduce yourselves and let everyone get to know each other. Not here. You run the course. You fall down, you start back from the beginning. You finish the course, you get to run laps, do push-ups, or run the course again til the time is up. You feel like you gotta stop, you get thirty seconds to take a breather. You take longer, better be ready for me to throw a dodgeball at you. You actually get hurt, then you can stop."

He laughed. "Welcome to Physical Fitness Made Easy. The truth is... it's freakin' hard. Welcome to it, you little punks."

He wasn't planning on being evil every week. He just wanted to see if anyone would have the guts to stand up to him. Or if they'd just go along with it. It was actually a bit of a psychological test.

He then pointed at Hannibal. "You. Wade Junior. You're the TA. You get to be nice to people, so I don't have to be."

He grunted. "Now get going. You ain't dressed properly for this, well, you'll know better for next time."

[ooc: OCD first, please Open, yay.]