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The Iron Maiden II - Electric Boogaloo
Bronx hated the gym.
Maybe that was an inaccurate statement. He had nothing against the facility nor keeping in shape. Peak physical condition was mandatory in his profession, and one would assume the wolf spent a good amount of time here. Truth be told, Bronx had his basement converted into a small training area where he could push himself to the limit without interruption or distractions. At a public gym, however, that was much more difficult.
Wes often liked to drag him along to his own training tough he had no idea why. The weasel while smaller than him, sported an impressive physique from years of gymnastics and martial arts training, and Bronx could never figure out why he would be need to help him train. He attributed it to the fact that Wes was always trying to get him out more and doing 'normal things' as he would put it. Bronx never felt much different about it. He found there to be too many people, too many pauses in between exercises, and too much clutter in general. Bronx also felt a little awkward training in front of others as he could sense when people were watching him. Not only that, but there was one particular distraction at this gym that seemed to steal his focus away.
As Wes was putting some reps on the bench, Bronx stared ahead to the weight rack a few yards away from them. Standing in front of the mirror was the hard bodied vixen he had seen each time they were there. She was performing bicep curls, her face a mask of concentration and grit. The lupine watched as her muscles flexed and stretched with each motion, her tail flickering on every rep. She paused in her sets and her chocolate brown eyes suddenly locked on his in the mirror. Bronx felt himself slightly panic and looked back down.
Rosaline, as he had come to learn was her name, wasn't exactly the type of girl who you wanted to catch you staring in the gym. Wes had give him the low down on the fox the first time and Bronx had no intentions of bothering her or invoking her wrath. Her beauty made it difficult though and the wolf failed in preventing another risky glance.
To his surprise, she didn't sneer or offer him a poison filled look. She merely looked him up and down for a moment then went into another set. Bronx felt a wave of relief flow over him. Wes finished his last rep and placed the bar back on the rack.
"Goddamn," he groaned, rubbing his chest. "I don't think I've healed fully from that last job."
"Well, next time take my advice and don't go off half cocked on a creature three times your size," Bronx scolded.
"That thing looked like the dopey costume from Harry and the Hendersons, I thought I could take him." Wes stood up and caught Bronx staring ahead again and he followed his line of vision. When he saw who he was staring at, the weasel let out a chuckle. "You're playing with fire, dude."
Bronx snapped his attention back to Wes, his ears folding down in embarrassment. "Shut up..." he mumbled.
"You know what? You should go for it."
"What? You told me never to approach her here."
"Yeah, but all she gets are horny douchebags. You're a sweetheart. She might actually spare you. Oh! Speaking of which..."
Just left of the vixen, down the line of weights against the mirror, three men all whispered to one another while glancing at Rosaline. Two of them begin jabbing at their friend, obviously encouraging him to make a move. He eventually conceded and began to walk over to her, making sure he still had a good pump going and looking as impressive as possible. The wolverine approached her as she set her weights down on the rack. He said something they couldn't hear over the noises of the gym and Rosaline gave him an irritated glance before taking a drink from her water bottle. The wolverine pressed on, trying to find different ways of causally flexing his arms. Rosaline seemed to be getting more and more irritated by the second. At some point, he put his hand on her arm, seemingly complimenting her which turned out to be his last mistake.
Rosaline slapped his hand away and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. She pulled him in close, and with one of the most intense and rather frightening looks Bronx had ever seen, proceeded to chew him out, causing anyone within ear shot to turn and observe what was happening. She shoved him away and yanked her towel up from the floor before walking to another part of the gym, leaving the wolverine in a state of shock and even fear.
Wes laughed and clapped his hands together. "Ha! That one got it good! Did you see that look she gave him? It was like in the Neverending Story where that asshole gets fucked up by those Sphinx statutes with the huge melons."
Bronx had no idea what Wes was talking about, but he what he did know was that if he ever did work up the courage to approach that woman, he was probably going to need a suit of armor.
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What's funny about this is that Rosa is actually a sweetheart. You just have to get past all the barbwire and landmines :P
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MemberThis is my favorite pic of her
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