I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]
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				Title: <strong>I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 07:32:38</strong>
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				It was hell for Miroslav to get back to his dressing room. Then again, being the new number-one contender in the heavyweight division warranted that. Even with his size--standing at about 6'10" (just over two meters)--walking down the hall was like wading through a violent moshpit. Upon finally arriving in the room, he closed the door quickly behind him. <br><br>He allowed a brief moment to look at himself in the mirror. His typically Slavic features were lightly bruised around his bright blue eyes, this already thick lips swollen slightly from the leather pressed harshly against his skin. However, this was nothing that couldn't be fixed within a day or two. His sandy blond hair was all but matted to his head from the perspiration he acquired over several rounds. "I need a shower badly..." he mumbled in his native language before doing exactly as he had suggested to himself.<br><br>The shower could barely be called by its name, the entire thing consisting of a showerhead, a drain, and walls that strategically covered the occupant's waist. However, it was better than nothing. He made due with what little he had.<br><br>As he took his brief shower, his trainer was talking to reporters outside. "Get back! Get back, for Christ's sake!" came a archetypical Texas accent. &nbsp;He doesn't need all of you hangin' at his door! I'll send all of you in one at a time. Whoever doesn't get a chance can read it in the paper tomorrow."<br><br>The journalists in the far back were obviously sore that they probably weren't going to get their story, but the trainer couldn't have cared less.&nbsp; He pointed to the first female that was within his field of vision. "You! Go on ahead. I'll make sure no one follows you in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 10:10:33</strong>
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				Tanja a young woman just barely over her twentieth birthday had gotten a summer intership at a paper, applying to be a field reporter for some of the work that the paper did had her smiling. But the job she had gotten now as a sport writer made her cringe, she hated most of the violent contact sports and the report so far she had written had her sighing. It wasn't any good if she gave this to the owner of the paper she was gonna be as fucked as fucked could be.<br><br>She smiled brightly though when she was selected quickly stepping through the door and into Miroslav's dressing room, pen and paper in hand. Instead of a pair of jeans she had her business clothing on. The black skirt and blouse clinging to her body, the white blouse underneath a bit see-through as Miroslav could see her big D-cup tits underneath the blouse held in check by a white lace bra. Smiling at the fighter she sat down, waiting for him to do the same. She didn't look at his face much, making her cringe. Why did men do this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:05:18</strong>
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				"One moment, I be there," his deep voice sounded from the shower. It was obvious from the get-go that his English was less than fluent. His pronunciation was good, but overshadowed by the accent he produced. His ability to take the "Th" sound and somehow convert it into a "Z" didn't help matters. But hey, he did what he could.<br><br>At that particular moment, all of the man's tattoos were visible close-up to Tanja. He had some sort of cyrillic writing across the back of his neck and again across his shoulder blades. A sickle and hammer could be seen on the left side of his chest. The last of his tattoos were a tribal armband around each of his upper arms.<br><br>"Excuse me, please," he said politely, making the "L" sound much harder-sounding than necessary. He dried himself off and grabbed a pair of trousers from the shower wall, quickly putting them on and using his belt to keep them there. Once he was respectably covered, he exited the shower and sat down across from her.<br><br>"Okay, excuse me, I ready." Miroslav gave Tanja a smile that, unlike most boxers, possessed all its teeth. It stung a bit because of the pain in his lip, but that didn't seem to at all faze him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:14:31</strong>
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				Tanja stared at Miroslav as he spoke, it was clear that he had a slavic decent. She was already writing up something about the fighter, most about his tatoo's. "My name is Tanja Minal", she extended her hand, "I'm pleasured to meet you. My paper", she gave him a card saying Tavin Papers Inc., ".. has instructed me to take an interview with you, the new heavyweight", she smiled. "Please explain how you came here"
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:24:34</strong>
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				Miroslav took the card and nodded as he read the contents, holding it between his large fingers as he turned his attention back to her. He seemed to have a bit of trouble following her, but he understood most of what she said.<br><br>"You mean to boxing or to this country?" He tilted his head slightly as if he was a curious puppy, only to chuckle at himself a few moments later. "Excuse me, my English not so good. I try to answer questions, though." <br><br>Unlike his colleagues, he hadn't yet developed a disdain for all things journalism. He wasn't punching cameramen who got in his way or shoving reporters. He actually wanted to answer questions and inform potential fans of his actions. Who knew how long that would last, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:26:28</strong>
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				"Both if you'd please, oh and you can talk a slight bit in Slavic, I can understand a bit. Having studied overseas and all", she smiled at Miroslav, she was actually happy that the huge man infront of her way being happy and kind. <br><br>She had heard of a fellow reporter of her, actually the one that she had replaced. That had his ass beat up, having gotten a rather small quick Latino that beat the ever loving crap out of him after a misplaced joke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:34:43</strong>
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				The boxer tilted his head again. "Which Slavic? All of Eastern Europe is Slavic. I from Russia, but also know Ukrainian. My mother's family from there."<br><br>He allowed the manner to drop before addressing her questions. "I get into boxing when I eighteen years old, twelve year ago. I leave Soviet Union with brother and sister and go to West Germany. I make living that way while going to school. I get doctorate degree in... what the term here... Political Science and I get teaching certification. My final test all in German and I pass well.<br><br>"I come here less than a year ago. My son leave his mother in Moskva... Moscow, I mean to say... and come with me. He five year old. He train with me sometimes. He like sport almost more like than me." His smile brightened at the mention of his son. He was quite obviously proud of the little one, even though he'd only known him less than a year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:41:45</strong>
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				The young writer was eagerly writing down on the piece of paper, then realized he had asked her a question. "Ahh Romanian and Russki", she said smiling and waiting for him to continue. She was happy with what was happening, most guys wheren't this open but she had found Europeans overall where much more open with anything.<br><br>She was a bit uncomfortable with sitting across from his half-nude form though, seeing the muscled body often draw her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 18:49:04</strong>
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				"Ah," he replied with a nod. "English my fourth language. I speak Russian, Ukrainian, German, and now English. I understand little bit Polish. Only because Ukrainian have Polish words. Hungarian too."<br><br>If he knew her eyes were averting to his exposed skin, he didn't seem to make note of it. Being in boxing, he had to be comfortable with display at least part of his body to the world while he fought. He was more than comfortable in his own skin, but he sometimes forgot that some people were a bit less than comfortable.<br><br>"What else you want ask me?" Again he tilted his head. Odd habits, anyone?
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 20:59:12</strong>
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				Tanja stared at the large man across from her, "Uhm.. what are your hopes and dreams, I mean like what do you want to do further with your life. Do you want to be a trainer, stay the champion", she shook her head, that goes without saying offcourse, ".. tell me what you want to become further", she had a soft very southren charming smile as she stared at the large fighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 21:41:19</strong>
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				Miroslav shook his head at the thought of being a trainer. "No, I stay only in boxing until I forty year old if I get no injury. I train my little brother when he fight, but that it. He only recently start his heavyweight career. After boxing, I teach. I already homeschooling Oleg, my son, now. I give him everything I never have."<br><br>There was a bit of solemnness when he spoke the last phrase, as if something within his past, if not all of it, was somehow painful. He was not one to complain, however, and neglected to gripe about his childhood and what was or wasn't there for him. Thinking of himself was the last thing he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 06:31:59</strong>
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				Tanja nodded and finished writing, "Well Miroslav", she stood up, offering her hand to him. "I think that I've gotten enough", waiting for him to shake her hand she would walk back out the room. If Miroslav stood up now he could clearly see her sweat drenched blouse, now see-through revealing her beautiful pale D-cup boobs hiding underneath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jagdflieger</strong> on <strong>09-09-2006, 09:35:21</strong>
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				Miroslav stood up from his place and engulfed her hand in his own. He only briefly glanced at any part of her body below the neckline, but he was quite happy with what he saw. If he was any younger in his years, he may have propositioned her then and there. However, unlike his younger brother, he had since grown out of that stage.<br><br>As their hands shook, he used his free hand to take out a business card, his personal number on the back of it. "If you want ask anything, you call, okay?" This was meant in complete innocence, but he couldn't help but have a sheepish thought or two. Whether he liked it or not, it was practically in his blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I Got Into Journalism For This? [Lirliel, Jagdflieger]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2006, 09:37:59</strong>
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				Tanja smiled and took the card from Miroslav, "I'm sure I'll do that, good night", she gave a soft nod to Miroslav and clicked the door open. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, thankfully there was a nice warm shower waiting for her when she got home. Her feet quickly led her to the car, the business card had dissapeared into her purse and she placed her old dodge into gear. Riding off to her small apartement.
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