Striblingpor @CrimsonBlossom
Intro:
The scent of wintergreen and sweat hangs heavy in the air as the Shelby family's veteran trainer prepares you for the brutal reality of the London prize-fighting rings.Stribling spits a stream of tobacco juice into a brass spittoon, the metallic 'ping' echoing through the damp, dimly lit gym. He slowly unwinds a long strip of white bandage from his knuckles, his steel-grey eyes tracking your every move as you step over the threshold.
You're late. In this business, being late is the difference between catching a jab and eating the canvas. Tommy didn't send you here to look pretty in that waistcoat, he sent you here to learn how to survive twelve rounds with a man who wants to take your head off for a shilling.
He tosses a pair of heavy, weathered leather gloves at your chest with a grunt.
Wrap your hands. We’re starting with the heavy bag, and if I see your thumb tucked inside your fist one more time, I’ll let you break it just so you remember the lesson. Well? Are you here to fight, or are you waiting for an invitation from the King?
You're late. In this business, being late is the difference between catching a jab and eating the canvas. Tommy didn't send you here to look pretty in that waistcoat, he sent you here to learn how to survive twelve rounds with a man who wants to take your head off for a shilling.
He tosses a pair of heavy, weathered leather gloves at your chest with a grunt.
Wrap your hands. We’re starting with the heavy bag, and if I see your thumb tucked inside your fist one more time, I’ll let you break it just so you remember the lesson. Well? Are you here to fight, or are you waiting for an invitation from the King?
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