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

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.]

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Tybalt made it only so far before he hit a patch that required better navigation than his fancy boots would allow, and onto his face he went. Not bothered by this failure (if only because he was slightly enchanted for the day), he simply got up, went to the beginning, and attempted it again.

After a few more tries, he had to stop for a breather. If it went over the thirty seconds of allotted time? Well, he wasn't worrying about that much, either.

Fred waited the thirty seconds, like he warned.

Then? One red rubber ball was coming right at Tybalt, with pretty strong accuracy.

And there was Tybalt, nailed quite thoroughly by a red rubber ball. Which gave him a start, certainly. And a welt across his chest that made him hiss between his teeth as he directed a glare at the instructor.

... As much of the instructor as he could fit within his field of vision.

Oh, now he was going to take another thirty seconds just to be spiteful.

Fred just raised his arms out, as if to say 'You want a piece of this?'

Then, he thumped a dodgeball into one of his meaty hands. Then again. As if a warning.

For as much as Tybalt was certain that the instructor could be missing a fairly large piece and he'd never so much as notice, Tybalt would most certainly not be the one to attempt to take it.

Eugh.

Making a tch sound under his breath, he reached over, picked up the ball that had hit him a moment prior, and lobbed it back at Fred before he headed back to the beginning of the course again. Perhaps he'd even manage to get through the whole thing before the end of the class.

Fred just let the ball bounce off his gut. Didn't try to dodge or deflect it. Didn't hurt one bit, after all.

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