fandomhigh | Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class Seven

Fred laughed a bit, amused about today's class. Again, it was in the Danger Shop for various needed reasons.

The room was a gym, the type with a boxing ring and various bags and equipment in other areas.

Fred stood by the side of the ring, wearing big red boxing gloves.

"Yeah, I decided to swap the schedule a bit," Fred said. "Bouncing we'll cover next week. This week, it's boxing. It's a sport, but it's a sport about hittin' people. Hell, before I taught here, that's what I was doin'. Now, rules vary a lot, so I ain't gonna worry too much about them today. In fact... hell, what else do you really need to know? Now get on your head gear, grab a mouth guard and some gloves, and I want to see you hit something. Whether it's a each other in the ring, one of the bags, or... well, I got a couple of guys programmed in that you can box with, too. Or, if you're feelin' crazy... me."

Fred then grabbed a hammer and rang the ringside bell. "Go to it. Or I'll throw a damn dodgeball at your head."

[ooc: ~~OCD first, please~~ Open, much like Glass Joe's defense.]

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Fred would love to punch you out.

Jack loved a challenge, the bigger the better.

This was certainly the biggest challenge he'd ever faced, and he'd do it head on. "Ready when you are," he said, making sure the mouth guard was in place.

Fred just shook his head and climbed into the ring.

"Hope you like eatin' meals out of a straw," he said.

"Gotta hit me, first," Jack countered. He would be on the defensive until he could see Fred's moves.

Fred wasn't throwing any punches, himself. He had his hands up, ready to protect his head. As for body blows, well... they didn't really do anything to him.

"Hope you move your body as fast as your mouth," Fred retorted.

Jack figured he'd have to go for it, all or nothing.

When else was he going to be able to punch a professor and not get arrested?

1-2, as quick as he could, right to the face. Righty and Lefty? Meet Mr Dukes.

Fred had his hands up and ready, blocking the blows. He attempted to just block Jack away with... his gut.

Jack was foiled. Foiled Jack decided some body blows were in order.

At least Jack didn't try to belly-bounce back.

Fred just laughed. "Yeah, smart. That tickles."

"Well, fine," he said, aiming for the head again. Gotta be a weakness somewhere...

Fred took one punch to the jaw, but that just made him mad.

"Yeah, that's enough."

He reared back and punched forward with one wicked strong jab.

Jack was able to block the punch...sort of. He did get pushed back a few steps. "Wow. Hell of an arm, there," he said, darting forward to try to land another blow.

He was big, he was powerful, and Jack was a mosquito annoying a tank.

Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class Seven | 10/21/2009]

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