This is life.

62 ➤ Uncanny

"Again!" Chanel repeats her action, sweating and out of breath and she yet again runs to him on the other side of the ring. She jumps onto his shoulders and crosses her legs around his neck before doing all sorts of twists and turns with her body as she slams his onto the spring loaded floor of the ring. He grunts as he quickly counters her move by turning her body around and forcing her to slam her face onto the floor. She pants as she kicks him off, getting back up to her feet as she runs to the opposite side of the ring. She uses the ring's ropes to launch herself at Enrique with her right arm out. But he easily defends himself in one quick movement, grabs Chanel's open arm and uses it to lift her entire body over his shoulders. He holds her with both of his arms and drops into a lunging position. Chanel lets out a scream of pain as she hits the floor, her body tumbling as she groaned. Enrique brings his arms under her thighs before lifting up both of her legs as he lay beside her.

"I'll give you to the count of three to save yourself from embarrassment. One, two-" Enrique gets off of her immediately when he sees that she's too exhausted to continue putting up a fight. "Atrocious!" He claims. "Come on now, that's a bit harsh..." I tell him softly. He looks at me breifly and shakes his head. "You're right, I'm sorry. Let me be kinder...that was absolutely pathetic. You used to be able to do the head-scissors five times in a row. You can barely do four now without losing your breath. Boxing is your passion, but I don't care if you have no interest in this stupid sport, you're the one who took the oppertunity so you have to show me that you're just as dedicated and just as skilled! If you make me learn this for you, and if you expect me to tell you how to improve, you best believe I expect your greatest performance each and every single time I train you." He demanded.

"I don't work for slackers, now have a three minute rest. We'll move onto boxing and after this break I expect you to not need another one. Get up, I've been lenient enough." He throws her a water bottle as he jumps out of the ring and I walk up to Chanel. She sits up, and it's clear from her expression that she is absolutely exhausted. "Are you okay?" I asked. I was worried for her self-esteem. How in god's name has she been able to handle being talked to like that for years? "Hm? Yeah I'm fine." She smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah I mean, I never win in a fight with Enric. But whatever. I fight girls, I don't have to worry about beating him. And with every fight I have its almost guaranteed that I'll win anyway because, I'm not full of myself when I say this but I'm better than any wrestler I verse. None of them train as hard as me I'm pretty sure, and there's also the fact that I specialise in other areas that aren't stunts and tricks. I have more power, strength, control and precision. That's stuff that the other wrestlers need major work on. Come on some of the girls can barely lift other girls in matches, Enric makes me pratice lifting him. I guess this is what I get when he trains me for something he dislikes." She stops talking to take a much needed drink, emptying the bottle in record time. "But you'll be glad you came to watch me train today, you'll see what I can really do in just a second." She exclaims.

"STOP GETTING DISTRACTED YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO GET YOUR GEAR ON BEFORE I MAKE YOU SPAR LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT WITHOUT PROTECTION!" Enrique yells. He claps his hand in a hurrying style as he re-enters the ring, equipment ready at his feet. Chanel reaches out for her duffle bag and I laugh when I see her quickly put on pink head protection. She then pulls out a pair of rolled up pink wrap. I tilt my head in confusion, but when I see her wrap the object around her hands I see it's for protection. When she's done with the under layer she quickly puts on a boxing glove and does up the thick Velcro . "Britney can you do up my other one?" She requests. I put on her other glove for her and do up the Velcro as quickly as I could. "Thank you. Can you do me one last favour?" "What is it?" She motions to her bag once more. "Can you get out my mouth piece and put it in for me? I usually do it myself but Enric isn't giving me the time of day." I search her bag to find a small container, and open it to find a pink mouthguard. I chuckle as I shove it in her mouth. "Everything you own is pink." She tries speaking but the mouthguard prevents her from doing so. Instead she groans and turns around as she continues to train.