Fisticuffs and Big Busts- Lex/Cobra vs Blake!

[SubtleRoar]

*As the dawn of a new day crept up on the Silver Bullet, who was tucked away in his bed, the exasperating rays of sunlight flooded his secluded loft.* "Ggrrhh...fucking kidding me..." *He angrily muttered, begrudgingly accepting his situation by rolling the covers off of his body, shuffling his stiff figure towards his closet. After absent-mindedly plugging the holes in his trunks with both legs, Lex fished out his boots and wedged his feet into them, figuring a shirt would be a bit too formal for such a mundane day.* "No reason to even wake up today..wait...what's that smell?" *Taking in a deep, satisfying inhale of the savory aromas surrounding him, the unimaginably enchanting sensation carried Lex towards the kitchen, where shockingly enough Cobra of all people was occupying himself with a culinary endeavor. Having previously tossed on a pair of trunks before getting comfortable in the kitchen, Trent's eyes were fully transfixed on his impending meal, barely acknowledging Lex's presence until he spoke up.*

"Dude..." *Lex stood in the threshold of the living room for a moment, before meandering towards the vacant seats surrounding the elevated bar countertop.* "When did you become such a master chef?" *Trent craned his neck sideways, determining the source of the noise while nonchalantly coating the chunk of meat with a wondrous blend of spices to enhance the flavor.* "Well, when you get curiousssss enough, your mind can take you to some interesssssting places." *The Mamba hissed, fully aware of how badly Lex desired just a slice of the ham sizzling on the pan.* "And if you asssssssk nicely, I might be inclined to give you a piece of it." *They shared a tacit glare, sparks beginning to fly between them.*

[Ultima]

Blake had seen her fair share of matches already on Law. With great success at that, but just because Blake was able to string together some victories did not mean she was one to rest on her laurels. An aspect of her abilities she was confident in was her striking. But recently she came to the realization that it could use more work. Without naming certain individuals, Blake would much rather fight them blow for blow, rather than becoming their personal punching bag. So with this mindset, Blake had set out to a gym specialized in striking. In hopes that she could pick up some new skills.

Leaving her apartment early in the day to make the most of it. Blake was dressed casually as she quickly made her way to this gym, with her gym bag in tow. Blake was deep in thought about what she could improve on personally. Making up scenarios in her head of what she may learn today. Though in a decent amount of time, Blake had found herself at this special gyms doorsteps. Blake couldn’t shake this feeling that something was going to go wrong today. "Why do I feel like this isn’t going to be a normal day at the gym" Blake thought to herself as she sighed opening the doors.

Analyzing the gym quickly, it was very well kept with clean equipment and stations. Blake couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary with this gym. Making Blake think that her worries were unfounded. Blake was the only one present in the gym right now. She assumed that the owners were probably holed up in some office. Not wanting to bother them Blake went on with her workout. Hoping to not disturb anyone as she trained.

Blake found the nearest changing room, in which she would change into her workout attire. Fully prepared with boxing gloves to boot. With that settled Blake would exit the changing room and find herself a secluded spot in the gym in which she would train with a heavy punching bag. Throwing a mixture of blows at the bag, sending it violently side to side. With each blow Blake gave it her all, showing all of her flaws and strengths. Something she was not keen on doing. But it would be the only way to learn if she could identify her flaws. Though honestly Blake would lose herself in thought very quickly as she attacked the heavy bag.

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[SubtleRoar]

*As the pair of knuckleheads continued to silently bicker and argue amongst themselves, there was a sudden sound emanating from near the front portion of the gymnasium, catching both men by surprise.* "What the hell?" *Lex twisted around, diverting his attention to focus on the mysterious source, eventually locating who was responsible for it- A confident woman strode through the hallway, and without giving it a second thought, the gears in The Silver Bullet's head began to whir- In his conceited mind, she was merely another bee in the hive, and come hell or high water, he was going to razzle dazzle this unsuspecting mark.*

"Ssssseriously, don't." *Without having to utter a solitary word, Cobra could already tell what his masculine cohort was concocting- Lex was atrocious at trying to conceal his intentions, and unbeknownst to him, the perceptive rattler could automatically tell that this alluring stranger was more than his match.* "What? I'm just going to introduce myself, that's all~" *Like trying to drill through a brick wall with a screwdriver, Cobra's plea fell upon deaf ears, and Lex did his casual strut towards the enchanting figure, much to Cobra's chagrin.*

*While making his way towards her general area, occasionally glancing in her direction to catch instances of pugilistic perfection, Lex decided that the best icebreaker would be one comprised of a bit of playful derision- His forte.* "Not bad, not bad~" *Interjecting himself in between her fists connecting with the bag, Lex lightly tapped her closest shoulder, twisting his hips before slamming his experienced knuckle across the inanimate bag, sending it shaking sideways!* "But you're lacking a bit of torque, if I do say so myself~"

[Ultima]

Blake had found herself getting into a rhythm with the punching bag. Sending the bag side to side with each of her blows. For anyone watching Blake was anything but a novice, but to the experienced eye. One could see her flaws however minute they are. While getting into this rhythm, Blake lost herself in thought. Nothing extreme, but along the way of thinking of ways to improve Blake wasn’t focusing on her actual practice at hand. Thankfully one of the gym patrons watching Blake would snap her out of this train of thought. The voice speaking to her fell on deaf ears but the tap on her shoulder is what changed her attention.

“…...” Blake’s response would be as blank as the expression on her face. She turned to her side to see a silver haired man face her. Not sure on what his intent was Blake stayed silent. Up until this man twisted his hips and slammed his fist on the bag adjacent to Blake. Sending it shaking sideways. Before Blake could say anything, the silver haired man already made his comment on Blake’s form. Now her blank expression would sour as she would respond to this man. Umm and who are you? Blake answered puzzled by the man next to her. Not quite sure what to make of this situation quite yet.

Her thought process now would be to wait it out and see what this guy wanted before she acted in any particular way. In places like these, Blake figured only two types of guys approached her. Type one guys are the ones are try to make a move on any woman with a pulse. Trying to impress them with some display of strength. Type two guys which are in rare supplies are the guys who are interested in helping.

[SubtleRoar]

*Allowing the sonorous waves of his fists's impact to bounce across the inner walling of the relatively vacant arena, Lex scrunched up his bicep to insert a miniature flex of sorts, unable to control his bolder side for too long. This, however, did not seem to faze the stranger whatsoever, persuading the gearhead into opting for a different means of emphasis. Never one to be at a loss for words, Lex quickly cobbled together a sentence that would serve as a safety net for this perilous spot he happened to be in.*

"Lexington Dolph- Champion Pugilist at your service~" *His response was succinct and truthful, preserving the best parts for when he became a little more acquainted with her.* "You caught my eye with that impressive flurry of shots, but there's only so much you can accomplish against an inanimate object, wouldn't you agree?" *Just like in boxing, you had to know how to work the angles, and Lex had Blake precisely where he wanted her- Offering up a chance to showcase her boxing aptitude while shaking off his own rust, The Silver Bullet would effectively be killing two birds with one stone.* "I'm available for a little exhibition right now, as luck would have it, and I can personally guarantee that you won't be disappointed. What do you say? How's about you show me what you're capable of against someone who can actually hit back?"

*Cobra, meanwhile, skulked out of their peripheral vision, having taken the silent hint from his Haven brethren- He knew not to intrude upon Lex's bantering, him being gifted with a silver tongue would be able to charm even the most stoic of gargoyles into bending to his gift for gab.* "Lookssss like he'sssss about to closssse the deal~" *The eager rattler was chomping at the bit to sink his teeth into this tender morsel, knowing full well how this interaction would play out- Lex works his razzle dazzle on some unsuspecting, voluptuous morsel, they rope her into trading a little leather, and both of them work her over in a one-sided fistfight, leaving the stranger curled up in a pummeled mess on the floor!*

[Ultima]

Blake awaited this mans response to her question. She was already one step away from coming to a conclusion to Lex already. Both unflattering but one less so. This new guy seemed to carry himself with some flare, Blake had guessed this meant he was someone that needed to stand out. The small flex of his bicep mat that clear enough. Upon hearing his name and self appointed champion title. She let him talk for a while.

Thanks, didn’t notice I had an audience watching me. Blake would respond, after a brief pause and crossing her arms. She raised an eyebrow to Lex’s question “Go on” would be her response. Lex would go on to say that he is available to match up against Blake in a exhibition. Even guaranteeing that she will not be disappointed. Blake knew that Lex was the type to talk himself up. Yet he was not entirely wrong in his assessment. Blake would gain more from training with someone as opposed to a punching bag. But in agreeing she would falling for whatever Lex had planned. Blake sighed as she reluctantly agreed with the silver haired man.

Sure, lead the way hotshot. Maybe you can liven things up for a bit, even if its just a round Blake said pushing Lex’s buttons to see how the man would react. Blake had to be careful though she didn’t know what Lex is planning and right now she is walking into it. So how do you want this to go with the rules and stuff. Since you came to me with this idea, you did think it out right? Blake said hoping to stump the man there with her question.

[SubtleRoar]

"You were making quite the ruckus- Kinda hard to ignore someone like you, even if I tried~" *Finding it almost impossible to turn off his natural charm, Lex pivoted on his heel while ambling towards the empty arena with a giddy expression stretching from ear to ear.* "Oh, and not to diminish what you're capable of, but you'll be lucky to still be standing once things begin to really heat up." *Allowing his earlier display to speak for itself, Lex promptly trotted forward, ascending up the metallic steps before sitting atop the center rope.*

"Oh, standard rules apply- three knockdowns, ten seconds to regain your composure after each one, but there's a slight alteration I'd like to make; no resting or any form of recuperation. You and I are going to pummel each other silly until the other is completely and utterly unable to stand." *The Silver Bullet's cadence suddenly shifted into a much more serious tone than before, picking up on her derisive banter while trying to preserve his fragile ego the best he could.* "How's this little proposal sound to you?"

*Having gobbled up the remaining food that occupied the space on his plate, Cobra was already in the process of slithering towards the dyad to make his uncanny presence known. Once reaching them, he flicked his tongue out towards Blake in hopes of potentially startling her.* "And I, Cobra Bolt, shall do the honorsssss of moderating thissss little bout, if you don't mind~" *Trent gave her the illusion of choice, knowing full well that even if she refuted, he'd still be hovering around the fight in some capacity.*

[Ultima]

Sure I was, and you are just a good Samaritan who wanted to fight me Blake said sarcastically knowing more or less what Lex meant with his comments. Blake rolled her eyes to what he seem to classify as charm. Lex would be quick to fire back to what Blake said prior about the match. Raising both her eyebrows Blake was surprised Lex was able to fire back with some confidence of his own. “At least now I know you won’t chicken out on me” Blake said still trying to poke at Lex.

Now with Lex showing Blake to the ring, he would sit on the middle rope and explain the rules of their match. Blake listened along carefully in case there was anything she wanted to add. But it seemed as though Lex had something else in mind. He did not want any rounds or breaks. Instead they go until one of them cannot stand anymore. Tilting her head to the side Blake was curious. You are a boxer right?.... I may not be an expert but this isn't a boxing match. Well I guess that is one way to speed things up. Sure why not Blake said as she agreed, not knowing fully what she was signing up to.

As Blake was preparing herself mentally this match. Another individual was going to make himself known to the pair. The man introducing himself as Cobra Bolt, inserting himself in as a moderator to this bout. Blake looking to him for a moment found his speech pattern odd but elected to run with in. Allowing Cobra to be able to moderate this bout. I guess this answers my question on a referee. Keep things fair and all Blake said as she moved towards the steel steps and moved herself between the top and bottom rope. Afterwards moving herself to a neutral corner. Now adjusting her gloves with her mouth. Tightening them to make sure everything was secured. Seeing as how the gloves were already broken in, Blake saw no need to do any preliminary warm ups. Now simply waiting for the referee and her opponent to get inside the ring so they can start things. Say do we need mouth guards or any protective gear? Blake would ask as her opponent surely readied himself.

[SubtleRoar]

*Fair? What a novel idea- Lex and Cobra were anarchy incarnate, and left unchecked and in an enclosed environment would inevitably spell disaster for the myopic Blake.* "Ssssssplendid~" *The insidious snake hissed gleefully, His fingers interlacing while Lex continued to sneak a few, discreet glances along the gorgeous tracks of land near the outskirts of the gifted pugilist's form.* "Couldn't agree more Cobra, couldn't agree more~" *The Silver Bullet concurred, rolling his eyes at the prospect of safety complaints.*

"Listen, I understand you probably aren't fully acquainted on how we conduct business here, but we hardly ever fuss with anything like that~" *Stretching his hands towards the ceiling, Lex continued to explain his reasoning as to why the need for any additional gear might be considered a bit superfluous.* "If my scaly cohort here suspects that one of us is too damaged to continue, he'll simply call the match right then and there- Isn't that right?" *The suave striker turned to his companion, who gave a reassuring nod as his tongue slipped between the space between his lips. Fortuitously for Lex, his coldblooded companion snagged the gauntlets he had inexplicably forgotten, quickly slipping them onto his fists with an appreciative nod.* "See? We're all friends here~" *The pair of knuckleheads shared a playful embrace, each hand over the others shoulder while raising their fists towards the sky!*

Spoiler

"So~" *Without further ado, Lex shifted into an orthodox stance, body swaying from side to side as he bounded on the balls of his feet.* "Let me know when you're set to go, and we can get this show on the road." *Cobra, too, reveled in the anticipation for what was bound to be a superb exhibition, taking a single step backwards to give the pair enough space to slug it out to their hearts content!*

[Ultima]

Blake unknowingly had found herself in enemy territory. While always the skeptic, Blake assumed that most people have some shred of honor. Lex and Cobra on the other hand seemed to have some sort of non-spoken plan with this match. As to what that was, Blake would soon find out against Lex. Trying to reassure Blake of Cobra, and the safety put into this match. At least the little amount of safety that was present. Blake would just have to roll through the punches. Both literally and metaphorically.

Hardly fuss? Almost basic etiquette but alright Blake said as she nodded off to Lex’s reasoning for protective gear. Sure, that keeps things from getting too dangerous. It makes sense Blake said agreeing with the need for Cobra officiating. A part of Blake even felt that if she denied Cobra being the referee that he’d still somehow be around in some capacity. Once after he grabbed his gloves, him and Cobra made an even bigger showing of friendship Blake. Yeah sure like that is believable Blake thought to herself knowing what they did was a show and nothing more.

While Lex was doing all of his galivanting Blake was more than ready to start things. I’ve been ready for a while, just waiting for you to be done with your theatrics Blake said as she was already in her stance. Cobra seeing them both ready took a step back to let the fists fly. For the sake of starting things off slow. Blake was going to wait and see what he does. Wanting to be reactive instead of proactive.