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[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Boxin' is fightin' backed by technique...

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[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

HEY THERE! [Kronk remembered his buddy...uh. Uhm. He remembered him by face, at least!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Hold on, trying to remember your name... and failing. He flushes a little.] It's been a while, huh?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Uh... what are you doing? [Kronk only walked in because he recognized him. He'd never be able to hit anyone!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

I'm jus' training for my match in two weeks! [He rests a gloved hand lightly over a punching bag that seems like it could be heavier than he is. It's nice to be able to catch his breath.] Doc's pushin' me real hard, but the guy I'm goin' against is pretty big n' tough so I gotta work extra, y'know?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk looked at the punching back, curiously. Yzma probably wouldn't like him boxing anyone, though, he knew that much ever since he arm-wrestled one of the palace guards and she flipped out because he got their bodypaint all over his hand and tunic.]

How big? Just as big as me? [Poor little guy!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh... [Thinks back to the press conference.] Somethin' like that, yeah. I ain't too worried, though. It won't do me good t'worry anyway. I'm jus' gonna do all the trainin' I can do n' give it my best shot.

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Is that hard, boxing? [Kronk was just a little curious!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I mean, there's a lotta effort that goes into it n' then sometimes y'just have one a' those days where everythin's just off, n' then you lose the match after all that work. That's always hurts. But it happens, y'know? Jus' like sometimes y'get a black eye or broken ribs or somethin'. It ain't fun, but it ain't gonna keep you down forever. Y'just pick yourself up n' try harder.

Doc says there's a lot t'learn from losin'... I know he's right, but if I lose too much I ain't gonna have much of a shot at that world championship belt.

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

If...uh. If I do this and get a black eye, will Yzma fire me again and stuff? [Kronk blinked nervously at him, before smiling brightly.]

I think you'll do a great job, buddy! You're...uhhh. You're good at loads of other stuff, like buying cookies and chips! [Really useful in a boxing match, Kronk.]

[hellfires-king.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I like to dabble in it myself, along with judo.

[Despite looking for all the world like an ordinary businessman, Sebastian is clearly tall and strong.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Judo? ...Is that kinda like kung fu or karate or somethin'?

[hellfires-king.livejournal.com]

I suppose you could consider it the Asian equivalent of wrestling in a sense. Yes, it is.

Are you a professional boxer?

[Sebastian looks at Little Mac ... he's tiny. Sebastian is 6'3 and well-muscled. And of course, possessed of a strength well beyond that of any professional boxer in the world.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! The name's Mac - I'm the WVBA Minor n' Major Circuit champ.

[So far - with any luck, he'll be able to take on Mr.Sandman eventually.]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

HEY THERE! [Kronk remembered his buddy...uh. Uhm. He remembered him by face, at least!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Hold on, trying to remember your name... and failing. He flushes a little.] It's been a while, huh?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Uh... what are you doing? [Kronk only walked in because he recognized him. He'd never be able to hit anyone!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

I'm jus' training for my match in two weeks! [He rests a gloved hand lightly over a punching bag that seems like it could be heavier than he is. It's nice to be able to catch his breath.] Doc's pushin' me real hard, but the guy I'm goin' against is pretty big n' tough so I gotta work extra, y'know?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk looked at the punching back, curiously. Yzma probably wouldn't like him boxing anyone, though, he knew that much ever since he arm-wrestled one of the palace guards and she flipped out because he got their bodypaint all over his hand and tunic.]

How big? Just as big as me? [Poor little guy!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh... [Thinks back to the press conference.] Somethin' like that, yeah. I ain't too worried, though. It won't do me good t'worry anyway. I'm jus' gonna do all the trainin' I can do n' give it my best shot.

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Is that hard, boxing? [Kronk was just a little curious!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I mean, there's a lotta effort that goes into it n' then sometimes y'just have one a' those days where everythin's just off, n' then you lose the match after all that work. That's always hurts. But it happens, y'know? Jus' like sometimes y'get a black eye or broken ribs or somethin'. It ain't fun, but it ain't gonna keep you down forever. Y'just pick yourself up n' try harder.

Doc says there's a lot t'learn from losin'... I know he's right, but if I lose too much I ain't gonna have much of a shot at that world championship belt.

[hellfires-king.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I like to dabble in it myself, along with judo.

[Despite looking for all the world like an ordinary businessman, Sebastian is clearly tall and strong.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Judo? ...Is that kinda like kung fu or karate or somethin'?

[hellfires-king.livejournal.com]

I suppose you could consider it the Asian equivalent of wrestling in a sense. Yes, it is.

Are you a professional boxer?

[Sebastian looks at Little Mac ... he's tiny. Sebastian is 6'3 and well-muscled. And of course, possessed of a strength well beyond that of any professional boxer in the world.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh! The name's Mac - I'm the WVBA Minor n' Major Circuit champ.

[So far - with any luck, he'll be able to take on Mr.Sandman eventually.]