As you casually make your way around the city on your daily errands, you can't help but notice a new, hastily constructed building that had apparently been set-up overnight right next to your favorite bar.   Upon closer inspection, your attention becomes directed to a large sign above a sturdy mahogany door.   It reads:

 

TheBootyBandit's Golden Gloves Boxing Gym

 

Your curiosity peaks as you find yourself opening the door and entering the new establishment.

Upon entering you are quickly greeted to the odor of sweat and toil.  The fresh paint covering the walls shines brightly forth as fluorescent lighting casts its luminescent glow on all the building's inhabitants.   Looking to your left and right, you notice all the various workout equipment, many of them in use by gym patrons. You take a moment to watch their tireless efforts, watching as they work their routine on heavy and speed bags, some of them doing sit ups, others push ups and still others squats and jump roping, all of them hoping to increase their strength and endurance to the best of their abilities.

A large ring in the center of the room-less building grabs your attention and you slowly approach, your gaze becoming increasingly transfixed upon the two men in the center of the ring with each step you take. You watch as they slowly circle one another, trading parting jabs.  Each fighter setting up their stance as they attempt to gain advantage over the other, an endless chess match.

"Hey You!"

A loud voice booms from the opposite direction, startling you half way as you turn to be greeted by the gym's proprietor. A large, older man with long blonde hair stands before you with many scars scattered about his face.  He reaches out to shake your hand with an earnest smile and continues.

"It's always great to see someone new.  Very nice to meet you. My name is TheBootyBandit and I own this gym. Feel free to help yourself to the equipment whenever you want, think of it as a non profit operation. I for one once had a dream to become a great fighter now I am in the position to help others go for that goal, and if not that, maybe help them just get a six-pack."

The man winks as he heads back to the counter to file some papers, letting you have free reign of the area.

I approached the man that called TheBootyBandit in his counter,

"You're the famous, or rather infamous, TheBootyBandit. I believe we've met on several occassions. Business occassions on some lounges." I said as I shook his hand. One of the fastest hand in this side of the country. I've seen him in action couple times.

"Good place you have here, sir. I'd like to train here. You know, keeping fit, beating up a guy or two, letting off some steam and shits."

Romeo entered the place slowly, his eyes slowly scanning his surroundings. The stench of sweat took him back to his days as a pugilist. Days better buried in the past with all the blood. As he looked at a few patrons idly punching away he reckoned he could still go a few rounds . The thought made him chuckle as he continued to check out the facilities, pleased with what he saw so far. 

To a corner he saw a well built young man, furiously working a bag as an older, scarred veteran coached him carefully. The man tucked a stray blonde strand of hair behind his ear. His eyes scanned the room and quickly landed on Romeo's who just stood there with a stoic expression, not wanting to intrude on the session. He did not have to wait for long as the man walked up to him soon enough. 

Romeo gazed at his face wondering just how many battles this tough old bastard had been in. As the man paused in front of him with a curious expression, Romeo pulled out the bottle of wine and said, "Vino Grande, a gift Signor Bandit, from a humble paisan out west. The fame of your establishment has reached far and wide. " 

Pausing to glance at the inquisitive patrons around him, he tilted his head and with a smile enquired "I come with a request Signor, por favore could we talk some where a little more privato ? "

Son is happy to find such place as he remembered his youth days when he was good athlete. Son walked to TheBootyBandit and said "I want to train, I need to regain my stamina and power as young man again and return to win competitions again"

I enter the building and immediately notice a bunch of guys lifting weights and eyeing themselves in the mirror. That wasn't my type of thing, but I was here on business. I came here to meet with Mr Bandit although I did not have an appointment.

"Mr Bandit, good morning. Let me introduce myself. Name's Gooch, I've come over from New York on business and I heard you was the guy to talk to for what I have to offer."

 

"You see I am looking to make the move from Brooklyn to Detroit. But I got a lot of alcohol that I.. Ahem... Acquired from one of the boys back home. I wonder if you'd stash this shit here, in your gym, and in return you'll be well compensated."

I light up a smoke and eye the fella up. He seemed to be taking in what I was saying, although I could not fully read the guy. Hell, maybe he'd throat punch me. 

TheBanditofBooty nods to the gentlemen already helping themselves to the squat machines as he passes by, heading over to the well dressed young upstart with a truck parked outside.

"Evening mate, or morning rather, I'm not too sure anymore,  these days they all seem to run together honestly.  You say you've got some merchandise that needs distributing?  Well lad...I know a few bars downtown that are looking to replenish their supplies.  Seems you made your way into town in just the nic of time.  Follow me.".

The two men turn the exit the building.

"Keep doing what you are doing lads, I'll be back to advise you on proper form and technique in just a few moments.".

Brancer had planned to be in Detroit for a bit this trip. He had passed by TheBootyBandit's Golden Glove Boxing Gym  on numerous occasions; each time he promised himself he would stop in next time. Today was different though. When he had put his stuff away in his motel room, he decided he wanted to get a good workout in this morning. Dressed appropriately, Brancer hailed a cab down to drop him off at that large mahogany door he had been thinking of since he had landed.

The familiar smell of drudgery and determination hit him as he pushed open the impressive door.  Brancer looked around at all the equipment and was happy to see there was a variety. Something had caught his attention though. There was a heated sparring match in progress. Without realizing it, he was soon standing close to the ring. He watched as the two men traded blows. They were feeling each other out like experienced pugilists. It was captivating.

As the jabs continued one of the boxer's found his opening. Every jab he had sent his opponents way was being countered in too similar a fashion. The one on the receiving end had bought in too hard to a feint. He was caught completely off guard from the right hook that was coming directly behind to meet him in his sidestep to his own left. The attacker was able to follow through with a few quick punches to the body. Though it wasn't long before the other man had recovered and they were back to circling again. A new foot pattern was in effect for the slightly dazed boxer. 

Brancer had a smirk on his face when the booming voice of the large, blonde haired man called out. He turned and listened to him. He looked around at the facilities as the man went on and nodded giving him a smile. 

"Name's Brancer. This place seems great. I was looking for a place to blow off a little steam this morning. Been meaning to stop by here last few times I've been in town. Today seemed perfect. Thanks again!" He said as TheBootyBandit made his away back to the counter. 

The room had so many possibilities. Brancer wasn't sure where he wanted to begin. "Perhaps a little cardio to get the blood going?" He said as he picked up a jump rope and made his way to a cleared area. He began what he was sure would be a long workout. 

After an arduous hour and half that involved a lot of heavy bag work, Brancer was thoroughly satisfied. His last few rounds knocked against the speed bag, and Brancer grabbed hold of it. He snapped from the rhythmic noise that had entranced him. Brancer then walked around the gym a bit to cool off. There was a new pair of sparring partners in the ring in the center. They began a similar process as the last pair.

TheBootyBandit must run a pretty good gym here. Brancer thought of the gym in Vegas that Jack_McGurn opened earlier. He would have to tell Jack about this place. Perhaps there could rise a fighter from the two gyms that could put together some sort of bout. Would be fun to get the Red Rock casino in on the bets. Before making his way out Brancer dropped off an envelope at the counter. He had considered it a gym membership fee. Even if the owner has assured him it was a nonprofit gig; Brancer still appreciated the place to work out. 

He turned and made his way for the exit before TheBootyBandit noticed what he had sat there. As the mahogany door opened, Brancer was extremely happy to feel the cool spring air of Detroit flow in with a rush. His nostrils were the happiest of all though. Anything to start clearing out the smell of a gym was welcome. He hailed a cab and was on his way back to his hotel for a shower and change of clothes. 

Paul entered the gym, he was abit curious as to what was going on here. He was never the big sports fanatic, even though he had made a sport of opening a hit by hitting his opponent in the eye. If he could get both eyes before the other landed a blow he would treat himself to a beer after the figth. Wasnt that often it happened cos he was kinda slow, but he had good stamina and could take punches so it useally worked out fine anyways.

But hey a little training wouldnt hurt.

Ghost walked in off the street after noticing this gym.  Ghost was already well trained, but he always looked for new opportunities to work out as he traveled on business.   After surveying the surroundings, he talked to the man at the door who allowed him to come in as a guest to work out.  After a brief warm-up, Ghost went to do some lifting.  It just so happened that it was arm and chest day, so he was working out accordingly.  After an hour or so, Ghost went to clean up and leave.  Due to how unassuming he was, it was almost like he was never there at all.

Lorenzo was walking with Joey when he was discussing with him about loosing some weight and getting some more muscle built into the body. Joey laughed and said "Surely boss, that would be a good thing. Lorenzo had some adrenaline come into him when he was thinking about his joining a gym and working out.

Hopefully that should put him to work when he wakes up during the night and not sure what to do, he can surely go out and pump some weight and spend some self-care time with himself. 

He was walking around and saw an Establishment that was setup and had the name TheBootyBandit's Golden Gloves Boxing Gym. Joey couldn't see anyone sitting outside or anyone saying its open or closed. 

They both decided to walk through and see what the go was there. When they opened up the door and walked in, the Gym was setup really well but everything was old and not been used in years. The place was empty and was left for shit and no one was holding it or owning it. 

"You thinking what I m thinking Joey? We can maybe setup this place as our own and put in a gym trainer and also can use it for our business. Since this was setup as a Not For Profit to begin with, we can carry on this trend ehh? Whatcha think?"

Surely Boss, sounds like a good idea. Let's open the place and work out for a few days and see if anyone comes claiming for it? If not we are doing community service in a way for this place. Lets take over it boss"

Without further ado, Lorenzo called Kev and told him to get a cleaning crew down in here and get it setup for humans to use it again! Kev said it will take a day or so but can be done sooner. Apollyon asks him to do it quicker and if need be, pay the extra money for it also.

Lorenzo finished up at Micks and made his way down to the Boxing Gym wondering how everything was going. He did tell the lads to get all and everything done in this go itself and with no expense spared. 
 

He walked towards the street and as he got clsoer to the building, he could see that they even had a whitewash done to the building to give it that brand new look and as he walked into the building and went through the gym entrance was nicely done with letters in bold reading THE BOXING GYM and had a nice color combination finish it to in dark. He walked in and saw the ring in the centre of the building and gym equipment surrounding that, leaving a bit of standing space for the ring and the audience to stand also. 

Kevin walked upto him as he went closer to the office. "Hey boss, how is it going? What do you think of this place? good enough?"

"Good enough? You have exceeded my expectations, Ill give you that for sure. It looks bloody fabulous. Love how the hanging of the images and pictures on the walls is motivating. Got inspring quotes also and famous fighters pictures. Sounds good to me!

Well right, get a coach hired in here. And Kev said "Yes boss, We have Rudy as the coach gym. He has a good few years of experience as a Kick Boxer and fighter skillset."

"That's good work. Well bring on the bottle and Joey brought over a champagne and popped it!

To The Opening of The Boxing Gym

The lads cheers for the drink and gulped the drinks and sat down in the office for a chat and some good food was ordered at the same time. 

Lorenzo later finished up there and took the leave from the boys and wished them good luck on this new adventure they had going. It was a Not For Profit just like  how the previous owner ran it apparently they had heard from Rudy the Gym Coach. 
 

Lorenzo also had ordered a complete set of drinks section for the lads who work out can have access too include some food to go with it. 

Apollyon put on his coat and walked out lighting up a cigarette.

Iron Mike enters the Golden Gloves Boxing Gym. A 5 foot 9 picture of menace. His 20 inch neck looks girthy & vascular. He heads straight for the heavy bag, puts on his gloves & begins to put in work. His Coath had said to stick to 4 workouts a day & lots of protein & Iron Mike was keen to impress.

He whales on the heavy bag with the anger of 10,000 incels, he has the grace of a ballet dancer & the raw power of a Rhino. Fists fly, the bag swings, sweat drips. By now a crowd had gathered to watch Mike work. He continues to pound the bag with the grim determination of a streetwalker on her 17th handjob of the shift. A few 'ooohs' and 'aaahs escape the crowd, they know they are watching something special.

After 20 mins or so Iron Mike drops his hands & heads to the locker room. He tries to not make eye contact with any other gym goers & is happy with the knowledge that heavy bag workouts can help to improve technique, provide strength training for power, build better balance and coordination, and even reduce stress.

As he pushes the door to the changing room his strangely high pitched voice lets out a yell

"WHO THE FUCK THOLE MY TOWEL?!?"

Ksenia had been in Detroit for a few days now, why she was actually here, she didn’t really know. Just kind of wound up traveling here on a whim and staying because of its charm… well that and it’s plentiful supply of premium vodka. She had no plans on heading back to New York any time in the near future but had some business she needed to take care of… a bit of training to do. 

Generally she wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of training but you see she had just entered this big time boxing tournament. A tournament filled with quite a bit of bigwigs, a lot… most of which were going to be well stronger than her. Though if she just so happened to come out victorious, she’d be set for life. The prize pool for the winner was well worth the risk, well worth the potential ass beating. Hell, even if she were to lose, if she could at least hang with the big boys, perhaps she’d get a bit of recognition from it. Though the prize money was what she was hoping for.

Being that she had gotten quite the good amount of sleep last night, a premium five hours. Which was more sleep than she had gotten in the past few days combined. Ksenia, got word on a local establishment she would be able to throw around a few punches. Work on her game… work on bettering her boxing skills. That place coincidently named The Boxing Gym… so unique, right? 

Set up with her boxing attire, Ksenia made her way into the gym. Did all what she needed to do in order to get out there and hit the bags. Basically putting up her hair and taping her hands. Just enough to buffer the hits on the canvas from her skin. Once all suited up, she made her way into the training area. Got in front of the bag and started swinging away… rights and lefts… shifting body positions and swinging away once again. 

She went at it in spurts, a few minutes at a time. Taking small breaks in between before having back at it. It was a good session but she still needed a lot of work, she needed real competition, someone to move around with her. Someone to throw some punches. It was the only the way she’d get better… now it was just a matter if she’d be able to find a sparing partner. 

JohnKukhamIV needed to train up his body, he wasnt sure if needed to be ready for a tournament or not, but it was best to be ready for anything anyway anyplace.

He took the opportunity to train 10910540h at The Boxing Gym.

He was now ripped & ready to go.

It wasn't long after finding out who she was fighting in the first round, that Ksenia found herself back at the gym. Sure she didn't want to completely exert herself, didn't want to be exhausted for tomorrows bout but she knew there were a few things that she needed to work on. A few things that she needed to tighten up before stepping in that ring.

Being that she was probably going to be the underdog, she was going to need all the bit of training possible. She just needed to not push herself immensely but needed to be here. 

Looking around the place, she shook off just about every training object. It was all nothing new to her, would be a waste to stand there and punch on a bag for an hour. Shaking her head ever so slightly, to all of them, Ksenia directed her attentions onto the ring itself. It was situated right in the middle of the building, as it should have been. There were a pair of guys in the middle, dancing around each other and someone just off to the side of them. Assuming it was a trainer of some sort, she could see him directing each of the men after each movement. That's when it sparked her, that's what she really needed, she was in need of some live action... some light sparring. 

Making up her mind rather quickly, Ksenia made her way to the ring. Standing there just watching for a bit, she didn't want to be overly rude and butt right in. So she basically just stood there and waited her turn. She watched for nearly five minutes, watched their techniques... could easily point out which of the fighters was the best. The secondary guy was really just there as a punching dummy, a live target... just what she needed.

"Alright guys, good session." The trainer spoke up as the two men went lax. "We will get back at it tomorrow."

They all started to walk to the side of the ring, as if they were about to get out. If she didn't say something now, there was no way they were going to let her jump in. Hell even now it was going to be a chore.

"Hey!" She bellowed out, catching the attentions of the trainer.

"Yeah?"

"Can I have a go? I need to get in the ring."

The trainer smirked... both men began laughing. They clearly weren't taking her serious and their laughter was rather demeaning, almost immediately pissing her right off.

"This is no joke, I need to train... I have match tomorrow, need to be ready." She wanted to say a bit more choice words but knew they wouldn't be taken lightly, so she went with the more reasonable approach. "I have big match tomorrow, need to win... need to get in last train... need to be ready."

The trainer gave her a look, raising his eyebrow. She could see the wheels turning in his head, he was processing what she was saying.

"You're fighting tomorrow? Where are you fighting?"

"Golden Gloves tournament and I will win... you help?"

She watched as his eyes widened.

"You're in that tournament? Woah... That's a big time tournament..."

He looked over to the two boxers standing besides him in the ring, all them looking at each other before directing their attentions back onto her.

"Yeah, come on... get in here and lets see what you've got."

With a smirk then a nod, Ksenia made her way into the ring. The lesser of the two fighters giving her his gloves and his sparring equipment. Which in itself was pretty gross as it was covered in his sweat but it was something that she pushed off. All that really mattered was this sparring session, so it was all that mattered.

"Alright, lets see... you two have at it."

They began sparring... it took her a few moments to get into the grove of things. It was a lot different with all this equipment and a lot different with a moving target but she quickly got back into the groove. Before she knew it, she was throwing jabs and ducking incoming punches. Sure he connected a few good shots on her but she got him even worse... knocking him down a few times in the process.

"Good... Good!" The trainer spoke throughout, giving her a few pointers along the way. She took them all in stride, implementing them as she went along. This went on for another 15 minutes before the guy she was sparring with called it off. He was done.... tired of getting hit, tired of being in the ring for two straight sparring sessions.

"Alright.. that was a good session. You are fighting tomorrow, so that is probably enough for you for the day. You need to get a good meal in you and get some good rest. Before you leave though, come see me in my office, will ya?"

Ksenia nodded, knowing all too well that she needed to get out of this equipment and clean herself up a bit before that.

With that the trainer and the fighter parted the ring, helping her out in the same process. They both went off, standing side by side. She caught them looking back in her direction once or twice during that brief walk, knowing that they were definitely talking about her. Whether good or bad, that was to be decided.