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03-31-2020, 05:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2023, 07:30 PM by skinstealer.)
"Coach" - Crankshaft One Shot feat. Lex.
"Lex?!"
"Reporting for practice as always, Coach."
"You're supposed to be resting Lex."
"I'll be fine, I can pretty much do anything but spar right now right?
"Lex....."
Dennis "Coach" Rentbaker is a long time family friend and training partner, one who has always been active in supporting your particpation in contact sports. Whether it be rugby or your long time passion, dueling, he's there with a stick of jerky in his pocket and the chops to scream at you to get that extra situp in. Right now he's holding back a urge to scream at you in front of the entire gym.
"I'll be fine Coach, this isn't the worst state I've gone to practice in."
"Your arm is fractured. No."
"It's a small one, not even the worst I've had."
"I don't want you getting tempted to pick fights with other people at the gym. You're not gonna be able to back it up because your arm is bad and feel worse when you get dropped."
"I don't do that anymore, I'm 23 now."
"Didn't stop you from screwing around like a bonehead."
His eyebrows scrunch as he narrows onto your arm in a sling.
"I thought I could trade fine!"
"Construct massively out of weight class from a bigger circuit. You thought you could block a hit from that?"
"I mean... maybe. I got him pretty good so..."
"He got you worse. He went home with a few dents that he'll smooth out by next weekend. You're gonna lose most of this season."
"That's why I'm here though, there's stuff I can do with one arm right?"
"You should rest.... besides, I didn't think you'd come so I promised coaching time to a few others."
"You gave away my slot?!"
"I thought you'd be at home watching cassettes or maybe visiting your mom and pop. When's the last time you've done that actually?"
"Uh... a too long ago. I should do that more, they're probably worried..."
"Yeah, you should. They remodeled a little bit recently and their place is gorgeous."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Honestly you got the time now to spend time with them right? Friends and family? Wouldn't be a bad time to do that."
"Yeah.... I don't want to have to play catch up though, I'm already a little behind on things from just a couple of weeks of resting."
"Lex, it'll all be here when you return. You can spar to your heart's content once a doctor goes and says you're good."
"I mean... can I at least watch?"
"Lex...."
"I don't got much else going on right now. Only friend around is busy til evening most days, haven't told parents about my arm-"
"You haven't?!"
"I don't want them to worry! I know they won't want me to keep doing this if they knew I got hurt like that. They'd get scared..."
"Lex, you're old enough that it shouldn't matter. They can't say no anymore, you can't avoid them for what... almost three months?"
"Yeah....."
"There's a birthday coming up too. Your dad is gonna be hell upset if you don't show up for that."
"I know.... I just don't want this to be weird. All of it."
Coach contemplates in silence.
"I know this is important to you, and I know you don't wanna miss out. I'm gonna stand firm on telling you no to practice right now but you're welcome to watch from the side, maybe do some jogging to keep your movement going. Just do NOT spar. The moment you pick a fight with someone here you're out til next season."
"I mean.. that's better than just sitting at home so I'll take that-"
"I still want you to take full resting days, and I want you to tell your parents. Water it down if you gotta, say it was a freak accident, malfunctioning tool, whatever. Just let them know your arm was injured but you're gonna be okay. I'll vouch for you."
"Yeah..."
"You gonna be okay for that?"
"I'll be terrified honestly..."
"Talk to them over call if it's easier, make sure you don't sound like a death when you tell them. They gotta know it's fine and you'll get better."
"Okay."
"They'll phone me so try not to stretch the truth too hard, I don't want to be sucker punched with a question about a train crash. You tell them you either got in a fight off the record or a accident happened in training so we're on the same page."
"I can do that. Thanks for listening to all that.... and letting me stay."
"It's not my gym so I technically can't kick you out anyway. I gotta get back to coaching soon, you can watch all you want. Cooler over in the corner is mine, I got drinks and towels in there if you need them. When your arm heals I'll catch you up to speed on whatever you missed."
"That means a ton-"
"Don't worry about it."
You sat in for the entire session.
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"Lex?!"
"Reporting for practice as always, Coach."
"You're supposed to be resting Lex."
"I'll be fine, I can pretty much do anything but spar right now right?
"Lex....."
Dennis "Coach" Rentbaker is a long time family friend and training partner, one who has always been active in supporting your particpation in contact sports. Whether it be rugby or your long time passion, dueling, he's there with a stick of jerky in his pocket and the chops to scream at you to get that extra situp in. Right now he's holding back a urge to scream at you in front of the entire gym.
"I'll be fine Coach, this isn't the worst state I've gone to practice in."
"Your arm is fractured. No."
"It's a small one, not even the worst I've had."
"I don't want you getting tempted to pick fights with other people at the gym. You're not gonna be able to back it up because your arm is bad and feel worse when you get dropped."
"I don't do that anymore, I'm 23 now."
"Didn't stop you from screwing around like a bonehead."
His eyebrows scrunch as he narrows onto your arm in a sling.
"I thought I could trade fine!"
"Construct massively out of weight class from a bigger circuit. You thought you could block a hit from that?"
"I mean... maybe. I got him pretty good so..."
"He got you worse. He went home with a few dents that he'll smooth out by next weekend. You're gonna lose most of this season."
"That's why I'm here though, there's stuff I can do with one arm right?"
"You should rest.... besides, I didn't think you'd come so I promised coaching time to a few others."
"You gave away my slot?!"
"I thought you'd be at home watching cassettes or maybe visiting your mom and pop. When's the last time you've done that actually?"
"Uh... a too long ago. I should do that more, they're probably worried..."
"Yeah, you should. They remodeled a little bit recently and their place is gorgeous."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Honestly you got the time now to spend time with them right? Friends and family? Wouldn't be a bad time to do that."
"Yeah.... I don't want to have to play catch up though, I'm already a little behind on things from just a couple of weeks of resting."
"Lex, it'll all be here when you return. You can spar to your heart's content once a doctor goes and says you're good."
"I mean... can I at least watch?"
"Lex...."
"I don't got much else going on right now. Only friend around is busy til evening most days, haven't told parents about my arm-"
"You haven't?!"
"I don't want them to worry! I know they won't want me to keep doing this if they knew I got hurt like that. They'd get scared..."
"Lex, you're old enough that it shouldn't matter. They can't say no anymore, you can't avoid them for what... almost three months?"
"Yeah....."
"There's a birthday coming up too. Your dad is gonna be hell upset if you don't show up for that."
"I know.... I just don't want this to be weird. All of it."
Coach contemplates in silence.
"I know this is important to you, and I know you don't wanna miss out. I'm gonna stand firm on telling you no to practice right now but you're welcome to watch from the side, maybe do some jogging to keep your movement going. Just do NOT spar. The moment you pick a fight with someone here you're out til next season."
"I mean.. that's better than just sitting at home so I'll take that-"
"I still want you to take full resting days, and I want you to tell your parents. Water it down if you gotta, say it was a freak accident, malfunctioning tool, whatever. Just let them know your arm was injured but you're gonna be okay. I'll vouch for you."
"Yeah..."
"You gonna be okay for that?"
"I'll be terrified honestly..."
"Talk to them over call if it's easier, make sure you don't sound like a death when you tell them. They gotta know it's fine and you'll get better."
"Okay."
"They'll phone me so try not to stretch the truth too hard, I don't want to be sucker punched with a question about a train crash. You tell them you either got in a fight off the record or a accident happened in training so we're on the same page."
"I can do that. Thanks for listening to all that.... and letting me stay."
"It's not my gym so I technically can't kick you out anyway. I gotta get back to coaching soon, you can watch all you want. Cooler over in the corner is mine, I got drinks and towels in there if you need them. When your arm heals I'll catch you up to speed on whatever you missed."
"That means a ton-"
"Don't worry about it."
You sat in for the entire session.
