forum Weird Idea, so Hear Me Out (Closed)

Started July 15, 2019 by Deleted user

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"The whole dude thing isn't really an issue for me, but I could see it being a problem." His mind drifted to the guy he shoved about an hour ago.

“It’s even worse when I’m just out in the city shopping,” She said, remembering one especially annoying guy who wouldn’t leave her alone even after she threatened to call the cops. Eventually she just had to call one of her bodyguards and went home.

"Precisely why I don't go out often," he said, wincing sympathetically. "If people wanna see me, they come to my house."

She tipped her head to the side slightly, “Even fans? I would think they would get to be quite a problem if they know where you live.” Vanessa shivered at the thought of her fans knowing where she lived and coming to her house, especially the creeps.

"I don't have dedicated fans when you're a fighter, man," he said, rolling his eyes. "You loose a couple of fights in a row, nobody even knows your name the next time you walk into the cage."

“There has to be a few fans that remember you even if you loose a few times.” Looking around the gym again, she leaned against the wall a few steps away so she could talk but he could train if need be.

He shook his head. "No. They'll remember the highlights, but they won't remember me. Highlights don't make me money."

She was silent for a moment, imagining how nice it would be to be able to walk around without photos being snapped of her every hour, “Wow…” shaking her head, she looked over at him, “Do you money when your face or name is used on products?”

"Fighters are incredibly hard to market," he explained, "Especially one who hasn't won the belt. So, nah."
After a moment of deliberation, the asked, "I mean, I own the gym. Think that counts?"

(XD I just read over my reply and saw that it says ‘do you money’ XDXDXD Wow…)
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief, “That’s crazy.” She looked at him and then around the gym, wondering just how much he made from his fights. “You got paid to be in this music video though, right? If not, Barry is going to regret it.”

He waved off the threat of Barry's life. "I don't need money. It was just me helping out…" Lee hesitated for a moment, then finished the sentence, "a friend."

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “So did you get paid or not?” Already she was ready to grab her phone and make some calls, “Because if you weren’t, I’m going to change it.”

"I told them not pay me, Vanessa." He shrugged and turned back to the punching bag. "Didn't really see it necessary."

“I’m going to make sure you get paid, it’s the least I can do after your gym was filled with cameras and equipment for so long,” She replied, pulling out her phone and walking a few steps away so she could call Barry.

Lee shrugged, turning his attention back to the punching bag. "Whatever you want, man."

She was already busy talking when he answered, pestering Barry and not letting him say any of his excuses as she arranged for Lee to get paid for his trouble. It was really something to watch, with a whole different demeanor settling over her.

(This guys are amazing)

He went back to throwing light jabs at the punching bag, letting her do what she saw was right. He doubt any amount of protesting would stop her, so he didn't even bother.

(XD they are great, that’s awesome XD)
After a few minutes she turned to Lee and smiled triumphantly, ending the call and slipping her phone back in her pocket, “And there you go, Mr. Abs, you just got paid.” She walked back over to the bag and watched him jab at it, seeing why he could and did fight for a living.

"Like I said, I didn't need that," Lee said, rolling his eyes before throwing another jab. "But thanks, I guess. I'll donate it somewhere."

“You can do what you want with it now, I just felt bad that you weren’t paid.” She went silent after her comment, watching him and reminding herself how to throw a proper punch if she ever needed it.

He began mixing in a couple more forms into the rotation, such as a straight (basically a stronger jab), an elbow, and even a couple of kicks. It was obvious he wasn't throwing the blows at full power, but the still the punching bag rocked back and forth.

Vanessa was enjoying watching him, amazed by the power and patience he would have to have to be able to learn all the different forms and then repeat them over and over. Eventually though, she checked the time and sighed, figuring she should leave soon.

"Want me to drive you home?" he asked, looking over at her and pausing. "My truck's out back."