BREAK OUT, BREAK OUT [mac]

[scarlett]

the night is gone and ,
then we're falling faster now

“Alright! Who's next?” Scarlett said as her latest defeated partner left the ring. She undid her gloves and tossed them in her corner of the ring, only to get tossed a water bottle tossed her way courtesy of her brother who just shook her head at her enthusiasm. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, sure, her whole family had always surrounded around the sport and she had just given it more dedication than the rest. At one point or another they were all always interested in it but she was determined to stick with it and actually have it get her somewhere. She was going to go pro. But of course as her father would say, “Big dreams in such a little girl” But his little girl could really pack a punch, many people could vouch for her in that.

“One of these days, someone is going to make you eat mat, just you wait,” Nathaniel said as he help onto the ropes near her. That only made her roll her eyes. Okay, so maybe she was just a little bit over confident but there was a separation between real life and fantasy. This was real life. She was a seventeen year old girl that went to a boarding school so she could learn to cook but all she really wanted to do was box. She loved being in the ring and the rush of victory was great, not that she didn't like culinary arts. She loved it, she just loved boxing more than that. “Yeah, that will be the day. Who is that going to be.. you? Nope, you're usually a one punch loss Nate,” she teased only to have him roll his eyes and back off a bit, muttering something about her being the baby of the family, yet the most cocky of them all. That she could admit. She really let things like that go to her head, especially when people called her a natural born fighter.

The only down side? She took things a little too personal and let her temper flare most of the time. If she had an issue with someone and they stepped into that ring, all hell would have broken loose. She'd be going from every which way and wouldn't quit until she knew that they'd be staying down. That was something she got from her father though she wasn't sure if it was exactly something to be proud of, sure it'd help much. “Whatever, who's ready to go down next?” she said to those around her, mostly guys. Most older. It was safe to say that there wasn't many girls her age around here. Not that she minded, made her feel a little bit more unique than others. Who else could say that they could take down a person twice their size.

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tag; mac
lyrics; pushing me away – jonas brothers
notes; terrible starting post, like really bad.
credit; moi ^^

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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,

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Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, [/font][/color]
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name,
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It was pathetic. Ironic. Funny? Not funny, but ironic. That the kid that could be so perfect in the eyes of a coach, could mess up so badly. That a guy, just starting off in somewhere big would throw in the towel before twenty-five. But that was what Mac did. He was trained from a little kid to be a boxer, to be the thing his Dad always wanted to be. He was good, he hit it off with the sort and flew through Australia’s ranks. He’d challenged people all over the world. He wasn’t the best, but he’d been climbing up. He wasn’t in the amateur ring after age eighteen. Everything was going great… Until that one damned party. That party had screwed everything up for him. He’d used his hands to get far, then they’d messed him up in the end. Look at you go, mate. Already thinking with American slang… He thought to himself, rolling his eyes. He rolled his shoulders slightly as he continued along the street, not really headed anywhere particular. He was still new to the place, and he wasn’t sure he liked Sioux Falls yet… It wasn’t like New York… And it sure wasn’t like Sydney. Do you even miss the place? He asked himself, raising a brow as he rounded yet another corner, letting his fingers graze the brick as he passed. No He answered firmly. He didn’t… Too many ghosts resided there.

And by ghosts, he didn’t mean actual ghosts… Not the who “BOO!” ghosts. The kid’s face… His father’s face… His coach’s face… The judge saying ‘self defence’. Mac sure as hell was certain he didn’t deserve to walk free. Yeah, the guy hit first… Nobody felt the need to add on that Mac didn’t stop after one hit. At least the sports media didn’t know… Somehow the whole ordeal was kept quiet. Though it was common knowledge he’d threw in the towel for good. Until he'd been discovered in New York, now look where he was. He was just- “Stop it.” he snarled under his breath, shaking the thoughts away. He needed a distraction, wandering around just let the past smack against his head, let the ghosts haunt his mind. And as if to answer his wish for a distraction, the next building he passed caught his attention. Was it life mocking him? Or perhaps some sort of divinity joking and spitting in his face? In any case, whatever it was, he pushed through the door. It was as good a distraction as any, wasn’t it?

The rest of the inside of the building was ignored. Mac’s eyes were instantly caught by the ring, the ring that currently held two people boxing. One was a girl, a rather small girl. Her opponent was hardly small, and he wondered why on earth anyone would let a kid like her in the ring in the first place. He wasn’t sexist, he wasn’t a jerk but this kid didn’t strike him as a boxer… However, he wasn’t about to mention it or stop the match. After all, she was on her feet, so he couldn’t stand in yet. Instead he moved to the side, choosing to lean against a wall. He watched the match curiously until to his surprise the girl came off as the victor. Now, Mac had been boxing for years. He’d hit the amateur rings and gone to the Olympics in Athens when he was sixteen. He hadn’t won gold, but he’d finished top ten. For a sixteen year old against men twice his age? It’d been impressive. He’d one the World Light Heavyweight belt at age nineteen, his second year in professional. He knew how to box. He’d been boxing the moment he could walk. So he was definitely able to see that this little, fragile looking girl had a hell of a lot of potential.

“Alright! Who's next?” She called, causing a small smirk to cross Mac’s features. A fellow tossed her a bottle and the two exchanged a few words. Mac’s guess? They were related. “Whatever, who's ready to go down next?” She said once finished with the bloke. The smirk on Mac’s lips grew a little, and he pushed off the wall with his arms. He moved forward, right up to the ring’s side where he leaned on the platform, his shoulder pressing against the rope. She was facing the opposite way, so he cleared his throat to try and get her attention. “You know, if all these blokes are scared to give it a burl, you may be hittin’ them too hard,” he said, glancing at those she was challenging. Most of them looked as though they could squish into next week. Something told Mac though, that she could take any of them on. “Either that, or they’re just a bunch of sooks,” He added, grinning slightly. He was willing to bet none of the blokes standing around knew what sook meant. Which was fine and dandy for him.

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It's just twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill,

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Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames,
And I heard him wreckin’ with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game". [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Remember The Name, Fort Minor || Outfit:Click Here ||Tag:Scarlett

[scarlett]

the night is gone and ,
then we're falling faster now

Scarlett couldn't really think of any other place she wanted to be then in that ring. Sure, it was nothing close to the girly factor that her mother wanted her to be. She was never that pink dress wearing, preppy darling that she had always wanted. What a disappointment after four sons. Only to see that she had turned out just like her brothers, only more feminine. In a way she really wanted her mom to be happy that she had found something to do, but no. She was supposed to do what other girls did.. like cooking. It wasn't that she hated culinary arts, she just like sports a lot better. Dance wasn't even enough to suffice her mother. But she continued with what she wanted to do the most. At least her father encouraged her to do what she wanted, as long as she was happy. So she had tried to make everyone happy. Her mother had been so happy when she told her that she wanted to be enrolled into St. Thomas for their excellent culinary program. That sure had gotten her to shut up, thinking that Scarlett was making a turn around and going down the path she wanted her to. Though it wasn't the case.

She had never been a princess, that's for sure. Not the typical daddy's little girl either. And she didn't get along much with her mother that cut out the whole perfect mother daughter relationship. She just figured that it was from the lack of support that her mother had. Not once had she come to a match, not even if the whole family did. She was too busy off spoiling her cousin who was the epitome of a pink, teen princess. Pretty much the complete opposite of her. And she was fine with that, maybe not with being replaced by her own mother. That kind of hurt a bit. She she figured that if her Prada wearing, Gucci collecting, Dolce & Gabbana hoarding, bat of a mother didn't seem to care, then neither would she. What she going to do about it? Not cry to her mother, she wouldn't stoop that low. She hadn't been much help any ways, who was to sat that it would all change. Pretty sad that she had lost all faith on her mother. She had done the same, Scarlett was simply returning the favor.

Scarlett turned around when she heard a voice lower then were she was standing. Hitting them to hard? That made her grin, they man had made it seem as though they were all scared to try their hand at her, which she took as a compliment. Most people would have found it odd, but she loved those kinds of things to be said. She wouldn't doubt that people did not want to get into the ring with a girl her size. It must have been humiliating to get your ass kicked by a seventeen year old girl that stood at barely five feet and six inches. Especially since most of them here had been boxing longer than she was alive. That of course was some pretty bad humiliation. Though she couldn't say that she didn't find it amusing. Her size and quickness just gave her an advantage. Plus she had learned from some of the very best. Yet, she still lacked a few skills that could help her out, but she thought she was doing great at the level that she was at. Her ratio of wins and losses showed that greatly.

“Well, I guess they can't... You're Mac Presley. Like, the Mac Presley. Did you know you are amazing? Well, we're amazing...” Scarlett was practically in shock that one of her favorite atheletes was, technically standing at her feet. Sure, it would have been a lot more amazing if he has just lost to her but that was a little far fetch. Oh, stop it with the cockiness she mentally scolded herself. Someone who practically used to be her idol was right there, had watched her take down a man twice her size and years older than her.

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tag; mac
lyrics; pushing me away – jonas brothers
notes; sorry it took so long
credit; moi ^^

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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,

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Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, [/font][/color]
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name,
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Mac wasn’t sure whether to be surprised that the girl was a fan, or not. He’d met a few fans, most being from his home town. But since moving to the US, he really hadn’t been noticed too much. It was sort of nice to have someone recognize him. It wasn’t like being in the ring and having people shouting his name, or nickname but it was still pleasant. Of course, being told he was amazing didn’t hurt matters. Then she changed her statement to ‘we’re’… Ah. Cocky was she? Mac remembered the teenage days when he thought he was unbeatable, once you hit the big rings though things changed, and you learned that you were just as easy to knock down as everyone else. Still, he could tell she was impressed with herself and hardly blamed her. First she’d kicked the arse of the guy she was against, a guy who had age and size on her. AND she’d kicked his arse in front of someone she must like, or at least thought was amazing. Yeah. If only you knew, kid He thought slightly bitter. He didn’t think he was amazing. Not anymore. It was almost irksome to think there were still people that idolized him. He again felt that angry burning that said he should have been locked away, that his name should have been smeared. He didn’t deserve to be recognized, or looked up to.

“Well… Last time I checked I was Mac Presley… But thanks for reminding me, now I won’t forget,” He replied, brushing the thoughts away. No sense letting them eat him alive, not when he had someone to talk to. He was already sizing her up, visualizing her against various sizes of people, various skills and ages. She was quick, he’d gathered that from watching her. Being quick was just as important as being able to throw a good punch. Anyone could throw a fist and say they were boxing, it took skill to be able to dodge differently aimed jabs, uppercuts, hooks… She had that on her side and despite her size seemed to be able to throw a good punch. He hoped she had a good coach, she could go far if she kept her focus and kept working. Of course, there was always the possibility that all the guys just standing around weren’t afraid of her per say, more afraid of hurting her. He didn’t know these people, didn’t know the Sheila, but he knew if he stepped in the ring with her, he’d be afraid of hurting her. Even before he’d killed some poor kid with a punch, he’d have been scared. She was so small, his fist was half the size of her head… Add on the glove and they’d be almost the same size. He’d never faced off against someone that wasn’t in his area of skill… This kid looked talented, but he didn’t know exactly how good she was.

“You seem pretty amazing, I haven’t been amazing since I hung up my gloves.” He said, giving a low chuckle as he pushed off from the platform, choosing instead to pull himself up onto the outside of the ring, hanging onto the ropes for balance. Jeez. Was the kid ever short… What was she? Five-five? Five-six? That might not be that short in comparison to a lot of girls. But on compression to his six-three height, she was pretty short. It once more amused him how she’d gotten someone almost his size on the mat. He made an educated guess that this kid had been boxing for a while, which made him guess that the bloke she’d been talking to was a sibling. He’d noticed a lot of female boxers started at an early age when they had big brothers, he knew that he’d met one at the Olympics that had to learn it to protect herself from her siblings. He hadn’t chosen it as his sport, but couldn’t see himself doing anything else.

His father had boxed in high school, he’d been a guy who’d gone to those illegal men versus kangaroo matches. He’d never made it any farther than high school because he’d started too late, so when he’d had a son, he’d started training him immediately. Mac honestly couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t box… He was sure there was a time, back when his mother was alive, but those memories were faded with age. His father had been so proud… Everyone had been. His fiancé too. At least until that damned party. “Obviously you know my name, what’s yours Sheila?” He asked her, offering a hand over the rope. “And may I ask where you’ve been training? What’s your coach’s name?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side in curiosity. She was pretty damn good, so she definitely had someone teaching her. Mac was just curious if it was a name he knew.

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It's just twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill,

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Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames,
And I heard him wreckin’ with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Remember The Name, Fort Minor || Outfit:Click Here ||Tag:Scarlett

[scarlett]

the night is gone and ,
then we're falling faster now

So her idol technically had just called her amazing. Of course Scarlett was beaming brighter than the son. Where the hell were her brothers while this was going on? If they had headed for home than they surely wouldn't believe that Mac had been at the gym that day. Even if she got a picture of the guy they still wouldn't believe her. She was notorious for stretching the truth at times. She wasn't a liar though. She just didn't always say the whole truth. Though it always turned out to be a lie to everyone else around her. She would just shrug it off. After all, Scarlett was never one to care about other opinions, apparently not even her family's opinion.. ”Sorry about that. It's not everyday you get to meet someone like you. I'm a huge fan, well. When you were boxing I was a big fan. Oh and thanks. I'm not all that amazing, just really, really cocky. It's something I'm currently trying to work on,” She joked. This was Scarlett being modest..

Scarlett shrugged. She wasn't exactly training, usually she came here to work out and practice. Had she considered training and grabbing a coach? Of course she had, if she wanted to make it to the place that she wanted to be at, she wasn't going to be able to do it all on her own. She could try but was really sure that it would end up in her failure and Scarlett James never failed. Unless it was a Geometry exam. That killed her. Though it was totally different thing, she kicked ass, literally and he, Mac Presley, had reminded her that she was going to get absolutely nowhere if she didn't have someone to her help out? Sure, of course she thought that she was the best and couldn't be taken down. But there was obviously someone out there who could beat her. Yeah... right. Either she would come out as the winner or she would end up not having a match at all since people didn't want to try a hand at her. Scarlett was never one to enjoy winning be default. If she was to be as amazing as she claimed, she wanted to be able to prove it.

I'm Scarlett and I don't really have a coach. I just come here and see how is willing to get in the ring with me. Once I was able to beat all three of my brothers easily. I figured I needed some new competition. And I found it here. Quiet a success story, don't you think? Definitely one that gets people recognized right?” Scarlett said in a playful manner. She knew that she was not exactly some Cinderella success story. She was a pampered, rebellious child and that was really all there was to her. Most people didn't even take her serious, which only made her work that much harder to earn the respect of all the guys that came to the gym daily. She wanted them to know her name and how many people she had beat, she wanted to be great and remembered for what exactly she did. Like Mac. Someone who was known for being a young talent in the ring. Some people may not have remembered him but she certainly did. Yeah, yet she couldn't remember that she had friends and school work to maintain, things she had been neglecting more and more as she began to get more preoccupied with being in the ring than anywhere else.

She had never really thought it would be this hard to do everything she wanted. She spent so much time here that she was always up late with homework or something like that. Her friends always said that she disappeared way to often for their liking and she was never around to hang out anymore. Her school work was getting done, but never up to her usual expectations, but hey. At least it was done and in. And she wasn't even going to think about how she had technically been neglecting Cory lately. And he wasn't even really her boyfriend, it just convinced her that there was no way she would be able to handle one. For a girl that seemed so carefree, she actually had a lot of things going on. “Don't mean to sounds rude or anything, but why are you here exactly?” She asked, now looking up at him instead of down.

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tag; mac
lyrics; pushing me away – jonas brothers
notes; sorry it took so long
credit; moi ^^

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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,

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Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, [/font][/color]
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name,
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The kid was cocky? Well Mac had always gathered that, before she’d even spoken to him he’d gather that she was cocky. Not that that was completely bad. Cockiness could get you into trouble, but it could also help you get off on top. It was like confidence, you needed it to actually get anywhere, but if you had too much, you’d topple like an ill built jenga stack. This girl obviously hadn’t gotten too deep with her cockiness, but he didn’t exactly want to criticize her either. He felt a small blow to his ego though, when she said she was a big fan when he boxed. That mean she wasn’t a fan anymore? Bam. Down a peg Awe well, what did he expect? He’d been in the pro ring a few years, it wasn’t like he was the world class super champion or something. Anyone that had been watching his progress had long moved to Khan, especially when he hung up the gloves. He was no an officially nobody in the boxing world, a zero. He’d been out for a year or so and had no intention on returning to the ring. Why on earth would someone still be a fan? It made sense, even if it knocked him down a peg.

“Being cocky ain’t that bad. If you’re too cocky it’ll get you into trouble, but if you’re good, you have the right to be a little cocky.” He told her, leaning sidewise onto the ropes on the ring once more, more out of laziness than anything. “Take it from me Sheila, you aren’t bad… And I’ve been around the ring for a while,” He added, letting one side of his mouth turn upwards into a smirk. That was true. He could barely remember a time where his father hadn’t dragged him off to the gym. Back then though, there wasn’t age rules…. Now a days you couldn’t take a four year old into a gym. There was usually a twelve and up rule or something… So people had to train their kids at home. Kind of ridiculous to Mac, after all, he’d never gotten hurt in the gym. But whatever, times changed and all that malarkey. One day kids could go anywhere, suddenly everywhere had age and height limits.

Three brothers. Hadn’t he called that one? He did. No coach? That one was unexpected. She seemed awfully good to not have a coach. Then again, he didn’t have a coach until he was about her age. No. Younger… By a few years. But he’d seen plenty of skilled boxers who hadn’t been trained as early by a coach. It was definitely possible, as this Scarlett girl had proven. He furrowed his brows a little, pushing off the ropes to cross his arms over his chest, looking down at her with curiosity. Success story? Not until she caught the eye of someone that mattered, like a coach or talent scout. She could easily get a scholarship with her skills, but he somehow doubted Sioux Falls would get her there. This town was all artsy fartsy, not exactly athletically driven. That meant she needed to get out of the town if she really wanted to seriously peruse the sport. Sydney had been good that way, big city with plenty of people on the prowl. Sioux Falls was slightly lacking…

It wasn’t a rude question… Why was he there? He wasn’t entirely sure if she meant in that gym, or whether she meant the town in general or the USA. He figured it’d be safe to assume she meant both. He gave a shrug of his shoulders, a nonchalant gesture. “Well… To start, I chose to move to New York because I always wanted to. Ever since I was a wee tot, I wanted to visit the place. I lived there for a while, and then decided that I wanted a smaller place. New York was too much like Sydney. I was referede to this place, so I checked it out. Going on month three in town. And I’m here, in this very building because it’s a gym, and I was curious to see whether this town had any athletics.” He replied, cocking his head to one side. “Guess you ain’t all just art nuts, eh?”

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It's just twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill,

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Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames,
And I heard him wreckin’ with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game [/right]

Cred:Me || Song: Remember The Name, Fort Minor || Notes: FML It sucks, sorry! D= || Outfit:Click Here ||Tag:Scarlett