Mitts Up! (Skosk & ME)

[Strider Garon]

New keldabe
Local Gym

The smell of sweat, blood and tears was an aphrodisiac to a warrior. The smell was welcoming, inviting and intoxicating as one entered an arena where time was sacrificed to chisel and condition the body to perfection. A place where real soldiers kept on top of their game, where muscles broke and tore to only grow stronger. This was just as much as a religious temple or sacred ground to the faithful. So there was no surprise that this was where one would find the Legendary warrior, Strider Garon. A man in his venerable years, yet still his body looked as if the gods had molded him from granite. He was shirtless as he warmed up on the bunching bag, exposing the plethora of scars his body had earned over the decades of violence and war.

Strider worked on the bag as he waited for young mandalorian pup to arrive. As much as the old man was a warrior's warrior, he had the responsibility to pass on knowledge and training the young generations. Not many Mandos have made it to the ripe age of seventy and his insights could help more to survive the harsh and spartan life of a mando. Martial Training was just as important as any weapon focus, if not more critical in nature. Strider and most mandalorians believed in that you first hone your body, you hands and legs as weapons first before you learn how to use advanced weapons. The Art of being able to kill in a thousand ways.

He just kept at the bag till Skosk would show up. He was the primary student for the day. The young pup was in for a world of learning, hard painful lessons were on the horizon for his request. Who better to learn Shock Boxing then off a Mandalorian Champion.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

Location: New Kelabe
Area: Local Gym
[member="Strider Garon"]

The gym, during his days as a wrestler he crafted his body here. Skosk had always kept a hard strength training regiment he believed that the greatest weapon was ones body. The body can be as strong or as weak as the being wanted it to be, and could be fast or as agile as one trained. The body never ran out of ammo, a blaster rifle would, a grenade launcher would. But not ones body, this is what made the mercs close fighting style deadly. He never used speed, or agility, but he did have weight, strength, and good basic techniques for the ground game. Wrestling was all he knew how to incorporate unfortunately, and his style had become predictable. While speed would always be an issue , he could , and should always seek new techniques in his arsenal. He came here to learn from arguably one of the best, and oldest warriors in the galaxy.

While Skosk may have had more power, and size he would still always be at a disadvantage against someone like Strider Garon. This fellow mandalorian had experience, technique , and a battle mind that only someone of his caliber could have at his age. These things last forever, and that's what makes him dangerous. The yellow eyed giant walked forward, he wore a sleeveless, plain workout shirt, that was obviously custom made for his bulky muscular frame. The hunter had been recovering from a recent beat down, and a near death experience.Strider may have heard about it through rumors, his yellow eyes scanned the legend. He looked at the scared body, all from various wars. The zabrak then looked at his neck, a stab to the throat? This tough sod couldn't even die from that ?

The younger warrior's confidence was shot from the recent defeat, who could blame him? All that strength, and yet because his style was figured out so quickly by his opponent , he got the shebs kicked outta him. He respectively approached Strider ​"Sucuy vod, I am Skosk, thank you for this opportunity." , he put forward his hand in hopes to give a sturdy handshake.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider had to look up to stare into the tall Zabrak's eyes as he extended his own hand out. The two would grip forearms in a proper mandalorian greeting, the younger Mando being grateful for the chance to step in the ring with him. "Don't be thanking me yet, vod!" He smirked, his voice deep and resonating with a rich concordian accent. "See if we can get you to learn something, then you can thank me" Though it might be hard for Strider to get that gratitude afterwards. He found most of his pupils had a hard time saying thank you after a hard day of getting wrecked.

"Lets start off with what you do know. Tell me what have you been trained in and any other skills that are pertinent to today's lesson" The old man inquired while grabbing a new roll of hand wraps. He tossed the vital piece of equipment to his new student, expecting him to know what to do with it. A task he could complete while they talked.

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Skosk Smiled, catching the hand wrapping and acting accordingly, while wrapping his wrists tightly he spoke, ​"Before becoming a mandalorian, long before that, I was a intergalactic wrestling champion. I am really good at take-downs, throws, snap downs, and submissions . I don't know much else besides that, I rely a lot on my knowledge of heavy weapons to really make up for it in combat. " ​, he sighed ​​" I got my frackin arse kicked by some punk, who used a couple magic force tricks. Sodding Skuta. My talents need to grow if I am to succeed next time." , the defeat stung.

His confidence? Feels empty , more experienced eyes could tell the big fella was confused about losing, about the struggle he had. In order to be a true warrior, he had to have more knowledge to adapt in combat, that included close quartered fighting.He needed a teacher that could build him up, someone who could help him build on his base fight style that he has. He looked at Strider,an accomplished legend. Then Skosk thought of himself, most people would laugh at him for what little training he had, until they saw his accomplishments before being imprisoned in carbonite. Everyone started at the bottom, and it was Skosk's turn.

Skosk was used to working with what little he had, years of mercenary work with the huts helped him learn his knack for explosives, and heavy weapons. His teacher certainly could appreciate that, the fact that this brute had used only natural ability, with only one specialization in hand to hand combat must have counted for something. Strider was to the point, when asking questions, had a sense of humor, and was obviously tough. The mercenary was ready to rebuild.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider picked up on the key words, especially of the young zabrak being a international wrestling champion. He was an adopted mandalorian and would of have been trained by the Fett clan but it seems the pup needed a confidence boost. Shake some rust off, maybe he been behind a desk to long. What ever the reason, a mandalorain should always be in fighting condition and it was respectable for a man to admit he was not. Even a bigger man to 'tackle' the issue at hand full on.

"Got your shebs beat by a space wizard you say?" Strider's voice held the ting of amusement " Many of them fancy themselves as gods. hahahaha. Listen, get one thing straight with you. Their magic is nothing but a fekking disease and their teachings are nothing more then religious indoctrination. Where they see strength , I see weakness and corruption. Sure they can move buildings with just a thought but look around you! Mandalore was decimated by our very own that were corrupted. In their sick and twisted mind forged by the dark side of this magic, they truly believed that they could replenish our spirits by turning us into dust. Was said that they thought they would rise up from the ashes like a phoenix and lead the mandalorian people to glory." Strider spat on the ground with disgust " Like some spark of inspiration"

He finished adjusting his own wraps around his hands and reached into his bag, grabbing two pairs of shock mitts. He adjust the settings to to the shock level of being low and non lethal. Won't stun but you certainly will know when you got tagged. "Anyways, I can spend all day rambling on how the force is a disease and how all that are tainted by it should be cured or eliminated, but I think you were here for a lesson on bruises?" His disgruntled look turned into a mischievous wolfish grin. "Ever used the shock mitts?"

"First lesson is why?" This question couldn’t have been any easier. "Shock Boxing is a great workout, perhaps the most challenging of all sports. Requires speed, agility, finesse, power, endurance, and ultimate mental toughness. Shock Boxing pushes you like no other, pitting the finest and highest level athletes against each other. It’s a sweet science but at the same time also a raw and brutal and deadly sport. More importantly shock boxing takes you further than you ever thought possible. Shock Boxing makes you more alive than ever, more humble in defeat, and most glorious in victory. Boxing reveals the true fighter deep inside every single one of us before you even hit the battlefield."

[member="Skosk Fett"]

 

[Skosk Fett]

​"This is my first time using one of these, I am honored vod.I will be sure to teach that kething fool a lesson next time I meet him. "​, Skosk said with a grin. The shock mitts were putt on, with a perfect fit to his hands, the towering individual was only vocal if he felt the need to be. When he was learning something new such as shock boxing, he was rather quite as if he was a mute. The Fett's posture was relaxed, time slowed down. Patience was key to learning, when he first started out as a rookie wrestler he constantly lost to those who had been training since birth for the sport. He learned knowledge slowly, but retained it once he learned it. The horned being would soak , soak in the knowledge of his mentor. Little did he know, that this would be a painful lesson. The mercenary was not afraid of pain, he knew what paid had felt like before . The noobie had some clue on how shock boxing matches looked like, but obviously was no expert.

There was a reason he was receiving his first lesson with The Hound of Keldabe, one can only be the best if learning from the best. His yellow eyes were focused, this was his way of showing that he was paying attention. The student waited for instruction, discipline was paramount for success. He was glad there were few here, everything was free to use, the arena was free to use. Everything, and anything was at the scarred teachers disposal. This would not have been the case had the gym been packed, the pupil would have more time to work on extra technique afterword's. Should his body not be completely wrecked afterword. The rebuilding process would start today.


[member="Strider Garon"]