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Post by Justin Cason on Jul 4, 2006 18:47:09 GMT -5
Justin walked into the Gym in his usual atire, shorts and a white t shirt. he went over to the bench pressand put 75 on each side. he got under and lifted the 195lbs. with ease.
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Post by Alexander on Jul 4, 2006 19:03:16 GMT -5
The black limo pulled up to H20 Fitness and out stepped Alexander. He wore his usual attire. A white shirt with a black jacket over it. Howefver since he was not at the office today the jacket was not buttoned and the top buttons of the shirt unlatched giving him a relaxed look. Alexander gave a small smile and wave to the cameras that had followed him here. Of course the staff of H20 had made sure that no cameras could get in and Alexander then strode into the building without a backwards glance. He was royalty in this town. He went were he wanted when he wanted. So as he stepped into the gym he looked around and gave the woman behind the counter a charming smile before entering the main part.
Opening the doors to the weightlifting section he was overtaken by the loud music that emitted from the room. smiling lightly he walked up to the radio and studied it. Going about his usual public affiars he snapped his fingers and the small man who followed him jotted down radio on his pad. In order to keep public opinion of himself,his business, and his Father high he frequently went to public places and gladly paid for there remodeling. He then walked through the rows of equipment studying the condition of each. Of course this little outing had another purpose. These men who were lifting.
He always had his eyes open for strong men who could serve as bodyguards, Drug Runners, or anything else he or the family may need. Sometimes they even served as Hitmen, though that was rare. Sure the family occasionaly had to flex there muscles and kill someone who got to close to the truth behind the family, but it hardly happened anymore. It was easier to pay someone to keep quiet then to have to put a bullet in them. Plus aslong as he kept them paid, he could at any time hand them over to the cops for blackmail. So in truth the Strativirius family was never under anyones thumb. They would let you think you were in control, but you never were.
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Post by Justin Cason on Jul 4, 2006 19:14:46 GMT -5
Justin leaned up after his ten sets and saw a man and his enterage. He stood and put 20lbs. on each side, raiseing the wieght to 235. He laid back down and wiped is face before picking up the bar.
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Post by Alexander on Jul 4, 2006 19:56:26 GMT -5
Alexander noticed the man who had looked up from lifting to look at him and his guys." Alright you know what to look for. The typical meat head. They are the easiest to buy." Alexander said with a small smile. His voice was stern and commanding. A voice few were ready to go against. As his entourage went out and began talking to the weight lifters Alexander walked up to the guy who he had seen earlier. He recognized this man from somewhere, but where. He then knew where from. Street racing. That was the guy who had beat Alexander two nights ago. Sure it had been close, but in the end there was only winning and losing, and that guy had won. So with a small smile he made his way over to the man and stood over him as he lifted. Up close he knew for sure who it was there was no doubting it.
" Not bad, if you could lift like you could drive though you'd be benching around five-hundred." Alexander said with a small smile. He knew the man would know what he met, but would never guess Alexander was another racer. Most people thought that he just went to the races because he loved cars. It was no secret he loved them either. To take a look in his private garage was to take a look into every car lovers dream. Anything from the old Fire Bird to the newest Ferraris were in there. However the car everyone knew him to drive was his Black Lamborghini. The car costed roughly $250,000, but with every upgrade he had pumped into that thing it was now worth roughly a cool 4 Million.
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Post by Justin Cason on Jul 4, 2006 20:02:09 GMT -5
Justin put the bar back on its holders. "I knew I had seen you somewhere. Arent you the guy that brings his Lamborgini to all the races? Im afraid we havent been formally introduced. Im Justin" he said holding out his hand. As he did he gestured to on of Alexander's men. "You must be pretty important with an entourage lie that and the car you drive."
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Post by Alexander on Jul 4, 2006 20:13:59 GMT -5
Alexander smiled and took his hand." Well what can I say, when your Dad owns most of the Big Business in this twon you get a couple extra bucks to spend here and there." He said with a smile." My name's Alexander, you call call me Alex though. Everyone else does." He said sitting down on the bench next to Justin." You are the guy that one last week right." Inside Alex was smiling. He was face to face with the guy he had raced against so many times and he didn't even know it. Of course Alex had to keep a low profile, but he still enjoyed when people had no idea who he was." So Justin, when you plan on racing next?" He asked him curiously. Alexander planned on being there that night to race him again, he didn't like losing. In fact he hated it and wanted to show he could beat this guy.
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Post by Justin Cason on Jul 4, 2006 20:17:31 GMT -5
"Well, I could retire on the money I won from that Black Beauty guy I raced last week, but I might make an appearance tonight. You should race sometime man. I am thinking about starting a crw, there is a international racing syndicate I want to eneter a team in. You interested?"
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