Manhattan.

She set some time alone; just her and the gym, and the skills she was taught.   Strapping on her MMA-style fighting gloves, she adjusted the drawstring on her pink, satin Muay Thai shorts.  Today was not about glamour as her hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail, and her black sportsbra clearly didn't match the color of her shorts--not her usual style.

So one could almost imagine her eyes rolling when her phone rings; specifically in the middle of her favorite 5-hit combo.

"Wow, really?"  She let out a sigh as she touched her radio, converting it to phone use.  Then she stepped back to the bag.  "It's Jeanie."

"So how did it go?"  A male voice responded.

"We--I mean, he--lost."   Jeanie threw a hard left roundhouse kick, right straight punch combo.

"Ahhh...so that's what that sound is.   You're beatin' up the bag, eh?"

"Yup."  She brushed sweat from her brow.

"Where's Sam, is he there with you?"  He asked.  "I tried calling him, but it kept going to voicemail."

"He's giving me my space, right now.  I kinda chewed him out over the loss."  Jeanie replied in between alternating knee strikes.  "So he could be anywhere."

"I feel you.  Well I left him messages, but if you see him, tell him to holla at me."   The voice instructed.  "And cut him some slack, Jeanie; it's only his first match.  He'll be okay.  So will you." 

She dug in harder.  Conecting with a left jab, right straight, left body hook, over hand right, double left roundhouse kick combo.

"No promises, Detective Mark S. Steward."  She gave the bag a left foot jab, then dug in with a hard right body hook punch.  "Anythng else?"

"As a matter of fact there is Ms. Elizabeth Jean Davis."  He retorted

"I'm listenin'."

"Do...not...kill her."  He abruptly hung up.

Her timer rang, ending the round.  Grabbing two bottles of water, she walked around towards the zipper of the body bag she had been obliterating earlier  and opened it, reaching inside. 

She pulled her woozy assistant Debra from inside the bag.

"Here take this."  She handed Debra her water.

"So, like really, your first name is Elizabeth?"   Debra began regaining some of her Sweet Valley High pep.   "So why does everybody call you Jeanie?"

Jeanie's eyebrows narrowed inward.  "Be ready to get back inside in five."

"Must be personal, I guess."  Debra shrugged her shoulders.

<-+->

Brooklyn.

This was a much needed break from dealing with Jeanie's "Why did you lose, how could you lose" condemnations.  He stepped out of the subway, looking back on his former stomping grounds with a smile.  This is where it all started for him.

He looked very much like a homeboy in his black leather jacket, white t-shirt and baggy denim jeans.  So when his phone began vibrating in his jacket pocket, he posted himself against a nearby brick wall and took a look at the text that appeared.

"Sam, you will be facing Seth Stratton March 2nd."  The Vale Tudo specialist read aloud.  "Well Seth between my fists and your face I should be able to calm Jeanie down......marginally."

He continued towards his destination.

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