Post by Merlot Ayano on Sept 25, 2015 22:14:28 GMT
(re)Formated [Flashback]
Part Two
“Now is not the time for weakness,” said Merlot as she gritted her teeth and bit. “I must push through; I must do at least three more sets.” She adjusted the weight on the leg-press machine until it was on 450 lbs. “I can do this.” She took a deep breath and rested her hand on the grips alongside the machine. “Here I go…
“One…
“Two…
“Three…”
The first three lifts were fairly easy, even though her legs were a bit fatigued already. She eflt her muscles tense up and bit, but, she chose to keep going.
“Four…
“Five…
“Six…
“Seven…
“Eight…”
By this point, Merlot’s legs her bruning. But, it was the finally push. She knew she had to finish strong―it is the weight lifters moto. “Argh!” she grunted out as she did the last two.
“Nine…
“Ten!”
Gently, she rested the weight back down; she didn’t want them to slam against the machine and cause a scene. Merlot then tossed her legs over the side of the machine. She grabbed her nearby towel and wiped her face.
“You got some wicked leg-strength right there.” Merlot shifted her body. There were only a few other people in the gym, and they had been on the opposite side of them room. She turned a bit and saw a toned, Latina woman. The woman smiled a bit. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to creep. Today’s me leg day. I didn’t expect anyone else to be over here on the leg-machines.”
“Oh, hai, thank you,” Merlot said. “I’m sorry, do you need this machine.”
The woman smiled again. “No no. I’ll take the one on your right.” She strolled over to the machine. “My name is Raven Romero by the way.”
“Hai, it is nice to meet you. I am Merlot Ayano.”
“Ayano huh?” The woman tapped on the machine a bit. “Wait, you mean like Whiskey Ayano?”
“Hai. Whiskey-chan is cousin.”
Raven peered over at Merlot. She observed the shorter woman’s physique. Merlot was in shape of course, but she wasn’t “thick” like her cousin Whiskey, nor was she tall like Nighttrain. In fact, Merlot really looked like an average woman who just happened to workout a bit.
“You’re a wrestler too huh?”
“Well, kind of. It is long story. I guess you could say Merlot wrestles on occasion.”
Raven snickered a bit; she wasn’t expecting the woman to slip into third person. Merlot knew her English was not perfect; at best, it was at Eighty-Three percent. It is one of the reasons why she was worried about moving to the U.S. Merlot's face began to turn red; Raven noticed this. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not teasing you or anything. Your speech pattern is, cute.”
“I, I suppose,” Merlot said as she sat her towel back down.
“Hmm,” Raven said. “Would you mind if I worked out with you for a bit?” She reached in her short’s pocket and pulled out a badge. “I’m one of the personal trainers here. When I’m not on the clock, I like to get it in myself, if you know what I mean.
“I’m sure you know what you are doing, but, I could made give you a couple of pointers. Might help you out a bit.”
Merlot was slightly reluctant. But, Raven seemed nice; and, well, she was a trainer.
“Okay, hai.”
END
