So you wanna to be a boxer? (Rya)

[Jack McCarthy]

You know Jack was amazed this hasn’t occurred to him sooner.

Problem; Due to a bunch of not so friendly misunderstandings that were in any way shape or form Jack’s fault. He has managed to draw the ire of gentleman that most certainly bigger, meaner and tougher then Jack and 99% of them seemed to be able to break Jack over their collective knees.

So the solution became quite obvious, what he needed to be was beef himself up to the max, he needed to turn himself into a muscle bound bad ass who knew so much fighting shit that he could shove his entire fist into someone chest temple of doom of style and show it to them before they died, that’ll show Ortiz not to fuck with him!

Of course, that unfortunately required actual real work …Urg…WHY?! But if it was going to turn his hands into lethal weapons then so be it.

So this is how Jack found himself in the training room dressed in a tight fitting dirty t-shirt he just lift up from his floor that morning trying in vain to lift quite a tiny weight for quite a long time. Frantically gasping with the strain like it was the heaviest weight in the world. Eventually Jack gave up, thinking he needing to change tactics he suddenly changed to the pull up bars, it looked easy enough. Jack looked at it from afar psyching up before taking a running jump and catching the bars and tried to pull himself up.

…It turned out it wasn’t as easy as it looked. “Onneeee….” Jack’s felt like his arms were about to pull himself up failing miserably several times his face contorting in quite a comical expressions like he was being tortured and letting out tiny little high pitched squeaks like a mouse. “Come on..come on…eye of the tiger…Onnnnnee…”

[Aryana Darcy]

There was far too much snow and ice outside to manage to get all the way to Muller's without the potential consequence of swerving within a car and dying. As much as Rya enjoyed risk taking, this was not one that she was willing to chance. So she opted out to going to the training room. It would suffice for now. The brunette needed some sort of release to her pent up energy.

So to warm up her body, she was running on the treadmill to warm her body up. With headphones in her ears, she didn't hear anyone enter the room. Her breathing was still relatively steady when a single bud came out of her ear, and the strained gasps of someone filled her now empty ear. She stopped the machine and turned to see Jack McCarthy attempting a pull up and fail miserably.

So Mr. High-and-Mighty McCarthy couldn't do a single pull up? She snickered, and stepped forward, her hand resting on her waist. She cleared her throat, waiting for him to notice her and make some sort of redeeming comment. Maybe there would be a sexual comment about how she was in nothing but a sports bra and sweat pants, but only time would tell whether that was going to happen. "You look like you're gonna shit yourself, McCarthy. You should know little boys shouldn't be playing with the big kid equipment."

[Jack McCarthy]

So I guess this is what they call feeling the burn….

Jack huffed and puffed but there was no earthy way his arms were bugging, fuck no wonder so many people did drugs, this was impossible! Not ti mention the fact that Jack arms felt like they were falling off, surely there was an easier way of getting in shape.

“Onnnneeee…”

Suddenly Jack turned around and saw Rya standing there, with a raised eyebrow, and a sports, bra. Jack stared at her for a moment before trying to do another pull up

“…Million” With that Jack , leapt down and smiled at Rya. “One Million push ups! Must be a slow day!” Jack smiled confidently while rolling his shoulders as if he has had a full days workout. “Yup it’s not easy keeping this image of physical perfection, but still you can see the results. BOOM!”

Jack suddenly theatrically flexed his “muscles” Or lack there of “I hope you brought tickets to the gun show”

[Aryana Darcy]

Of course he was going to attempt to make it seem he did more than he actually did. It was all apart of this facade that Jack had put up. Why he did it, she had no clue, but she didn't ask. The banter was amusing, and as much as Jack was a piece of gum on her shoe sometimes, it was something she wouldn't give up.

Yeah Yeah, Ms. Darcy had a heart, after all. But he didn't need to know that. Plus, he still called her Harold, which was enough of an excuse to piss him off. Her hand stayed on her hip and she walked towards the bars an examined them.

"Come on, McCarthy. The least you could do was make it a believable number. Like ten." She turned to him then, her ponytail swinging as she did so, and raised a hand to touch his arm. She pulled back, however, when she noticed the ratty and dirty tee he wore. Rya knew people wore old clothing, but they were usually clean. This, well, this was most definitely not.

"You look like you haven't worked out once in your life. No wonder you're all bark and no bite."

Rya considered showing him off right there, but she decided against it. It would have to be him to decide whether or not he wanted to be shown up or not. She waited eagerly for his smart ass remark.

[Jack McCarthy]

By now of course Jack was not surprised by the attitude or Young Miss.Darcy, Jack was pretty sure that she had never cracked a smile in her young life. In fact Jack had developed a theory that if Aryana Darcy ever were to crack even the slightest of grins. The universe would no doubt explode into a million pieces due to sheer wrongness., like something that should never happen.

Jack for his part looked down right stunned that Rya would dare question his upper body strength. “Oh, for once in your life Harold can’t you take the giant stick up your ass up and stop being so cynical? What happened to your childlike hope and wonder? Expand your mind! I could totally do a million push ups!I’m seriously surprised that, reporters and shit aren’t here yet? Don’t worry, I’ll let you play yourself in the film, but NOT the musical! I’m still writing that.” Jack paused and pointed to his head “In my head.”

Jack frowned just a little at Rya’s theory. that he doesn’t work out. Hey, don’t give my work out shirt the old stink eye, standing there in your sports bra and…sorry I blanked at sports bra. What were we talking about? Oh yeah…

Jack pointed at the gym and all it’s equipment frantically, “ I guaren-damn-tie! That I can dominate anything in this gym! What do I have to do, to prove my testosterone to you? Lift a few weight thingy? Go in the ring for a little bit?

[Aryana Darcy]

"Oh for once, Pretty boy," Rya mocked his tone, her voice ending in a dramatic sigh. "Could you not lie to yourself and accept the fact that you aren't as good as you say you are?" If there was something that Rya prided herself on, it was her honesty. If she wanted to say something, the brunette would not hesitate. Years of lies prior to coming to Hammel, well, it changed her. There were times where Rya would wonder what it would be like to be back to her old self. But then, where would she be? Not having fun, and actually caring about what happened. Rya shoved the idea out of her mind as she strolled over to the bars, grasped onto the bar that was a good arms length for her to grab, and pulled herself up once, twice... until she had ten pull ups, easy, in the bag.

"By my display, if there would be reporters, they would be for me. All you're doing is standing there in a t-shirt that looks like a rat's litter box. Not news worthy, I'm sorry to say." She disregarded his comment about her sports bra, and raised a brow when he made a bit of a challenge that he could tackle anything in the gym.

"Really now, McCarthy? Go in the ring, hm?"

Rya was an avid boxer, through and through, and the opportunity to beat Jack into his senses would be a beautiful experience.

"How about we get into the ring, see if you can hit lil' ol' me?" Of course, he would need to warm up a bit. His muscles were probably stiff, and he needed his heart pumping a bit. Rya wanted to rough him up a bit, not be the reason he broke something.

"But first, you need to warm up, Pretty Boy."

If anyone else were to see this, it would probably be a humorous sight. A girl, 5'5" in height, going against a guy who stood half a foot taller than her. What would shock them, however, is that the girl would be victorious. She had no doubt in her mind about that.

"So what do you say?"

[Jack McCarthy]

Ouch. Well that got a little below the belt more then Jack thought he would have done. He was expecting something about his appearance or something minor not Rya to pick apart Jack’s one fatal flaw, and to answer Rya’s question: No. Jack will never stop lying to himself. Quite frankly denial and delusions was the only thing that stopped Jack from sinking into depression. The one lone branch that Jack could hold on to, to stop himself from sinking into the black pit of self loathing. It was all he had really. Jack blinked at the question for a moment as if confused “I’m sorry…I don’t understand the question”

“Pissh yeah, there’ll be here become they found the mystical ultra, slutty, slutty, slutty slut slut. The culprit for the kidnapping of many a mans dicks through out the country side and excuse me?” Jack blinked in shock for a moment as if not understanding, Rya’s words “You…you want to step in the ring, with is mise? Oh…Oh Rya…sweety..baby cakes. You never challenge an Irish man to a fight, I think in Canada, that made an American pig and an Irish pig fight. You know what happened? Not only did the irish pig beat the shit out of the American pig, but it ran loose and broke the legs of it’s handlers and was just trying to mount a female pig, when he was finally put down. Were raised on this shit!” Jack paused for a moment before shrugging his shoulders“But hey, it that’s how you want it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ll be glad to introduce you to Tommy Ray Handly and Fergal Fitzpatrick the third…Those are my fists…those are the names I gave to my fists.”

Once Rya suggested that Jack should warn up Jack seemed to consider it for a moment, honestly not seeing the point, he was pretty warmed up as it was, he didn’t see the point for anymore, but Rya was the expert here. Suddenly Jack began shuffling his feet back and forward in place frantically “Yeah, you’re right. I need to get loose and limp. In fact maybe I could show you a few things; as the fine physical specimen that I am. I have my own personal workout system.

As Jack spoke, he made his way past the weights and exercise devices and over to the medicine balls gesturing for Rya to follow along “Now as you can tell, I take care of myself with a strict diet of nothing but booze, McDonalds and sugary snacks..but I always have my own fitness routine, feel free to take note.” As Jack spoke with a mighty effort he grasped the giant ball with both hands before holding it underneath his left arm and began very slightly shaking it back and forward in a way that it couldn’t possibly be a work out. As he did , Jack seemed to recite a rhythm to himself. “Arm-acise, arm-acise, arm-acise, arm-acise two, arm-acise three, four, five arm-acise done.” With that he rolled the ball over to his left arm and began the routine again “Arm-acise, Arm-acise…and that’s it. That’s all you need for the left one. It’s not as important as the right.” Jack announced as he put down the ball “So yeah, I’ve excised all the three major muscles; The right arm, the left arm and the ass a little earlier so I’m ready to go!”

[Aryana Darcy]

Rya simply rolled her eyes. It was probably going to a short lived victory, if Rya would even call it that. The fact was that Jack had not properly warmed up, thus his muscles were much stiffer and could potentially pull or even worse. But if this was how he wanted it, then this would be how he would have it.

Everyone has to learn somehow, right?

"Whatever you want, though you'll probably be on the floor in ten minutes flat." Rya shrugged, bouncing on the balls of her feet so she kept her blood circulating throughout her body. A single hand motion indicated it was time to get started, as she started toward the equipment. Tossing a head guard and gloves to her opponent (if you could even call him that), she grabbed her own.

"I really hope you realize you are going to get your arse kicked by a girl who is half your size." The brit gave him a clear warning, placing a mouth guard in. Jack may not have been in the best of shape to catch her, but if he did, she wanted to be safe. She enjoyed her teeth, and Jack may not have been entirely competent in his physical fitness, but he still probably could put in a good punch or two. That is, if he caught her.

[Jack McCarthy]

In terms of fighting Jack seemed to epitome of the phrase “Never judge a bock by it’s cover” the sight of this tall, skinny mouthy Irish man with virtually no muscle tone whatsoever and a smile on his face that somehow accomplishes the impossible of being simultaneously loveable, yet so incredibly punchable at the same time, does little to inspire fear, and you would hardly call him a competent brawler.

However Jack had two things going for him; One: One of the few bright sides of spending his entire childhood being beaten pillar to post by his drunken father and a whos-who of schoolyard bullies. Jack had developed the ability to take quite a beating. This coupled with Jack’s stubbornness and “Never say die, Never surrender, Never give up….even though it’s a really REALLY stupid thing to do” mentality Jack can absorb quite a lot of punishment and still keep coming for more.

The second thing Jack had going for him…well…it’s difficult to explain. In his almost 18 years on planet earth in which he had suffered hardship and emotional issues that he pushes deep within himself and bury underneath a cocky smirk and less then serious outlook on life. These feelings of self loathing, bitter memories and hate, doesn’t just vanish into thin air. Over the years these feelings have been bumbling under the surface only growing and growing as the years past, like a fizzy drink constantly being shaken, yearning for a release, and this release came in what can be best described as violent episodes where he totally lets his instincts take over. From time to time Jack seems to tape into this fuel reserve and uses it to punch out his demons. In his life this has only happened on rare occasions for example when he was able to fight off the latest gang terrorizing him when he was 10 for daring to come to his home (Not that Jack didn’t look particularly pretty himself afterward) and most recently when Kodi had bite George’s neck and verbally tortured her to point where she broke down in front of her so Jack quickly went to Kodi’s dorm with a baseball bat…

But unfortunately unless Rya had Barry Mccarthy as a corner man, there was a -0% change of Jack snapping, meaning considering Jack’s poor warm up skills he was about to get his ass kicked. But he seemed to be the only person not to know it as he strapped on the headgear and put the mitts on with some difficulty before heading into the ring taking a moment to laugh at Rya’s claims. “You kick my ass? The undisputed king of swings. The daddy mac of smackdown?” Oh no. Jack was getting in her comfort zone now as his familiar smirk appeared on his face as he began to bounce on the balls of his feet and start to juke and jive while throwing his arms out in mock air punches “I’m the tower of power, too sweet to be sour, funky like a monkey. Space is the place and skies the limit!” Jack began to ramble as he more or less was just inches from Rya’s face jumping up and down obnoxiously “WANNA GOT?! WANNA GOT NOTHING! Just call me Thor becomes I’m going to bring down the THUNDER! I’ll take you out to dinner with Mr and Miss pain. Oh no! Today’s special is a knuckle sandwich! I’M the best! I’m the greatest of all time! Of all time! WOOO!