A heavyweight spar: Oscar Orelash and Patty O'Connor

[MappleMan7]

"I turned twenty-three a few days back. Mostly self-taught. It's why I asked to join the lions: to get some more formal training"

He nodded his head as he smiled and explained things to Peggy.

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"Well damn, yer a young pup, ain't ye?" Patty let out another loud laugh at his answer, more impressed than anything. "Hey, well if ye ever need any extra lessons or ye want ta see how far ye've grown, just come find me any time and I'd be more than willing ta throw down. But before we forget, I owe ye a signature, don't I? Go on, get that notebook of yers. Ye've earned it, lad."

[MappleMan7]

"Sure thing"

Oscar nodded his head and would make his way out of the ring before returning with his notebook in hand, passing it over with a pen in his hand

"Been having some trouble finding different trainers around here so I appreciate the offer. You bet I'll keep that offer in mind"

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Patty took the notepad offered to her as well as the pen, turning to the front cover, scribbling in a quick message. "To Oscar, keep up the great slams. You'll reach the top sooner than you think. Patty O'Connor, The Irish Slamazon" Handing back the notebook to Oscar, Patty held out a fist for a bump. "See you at the top before long, lad."

[MappleMan7]

"Hope to see you there too, Patty"

Oscar happily returned the fist bump after reading the message and slowly made his way out of the ring and towards the changing rooms to get back into his regular clothes, serving Patty a friendly wave on his way out. The ice baths were calling him and he must answer.

End of RP