Better to Reign in Hell // J&M
Knees and waist bent, ass out, and lower back neutral as he could manage, Baran took a few steadying breaths before straightening out slowly. Already on his fifth successive rep, his shoulders were past the point of burning as all 1390lbs. of cast iron rose from the ground. When the weights finally reached mid-thigh he let out a yelled, dropping them back to the ground with a bang. He knew most gyms hated that, but he’d like to see one of them lift that much just once.
Alternatively rotating each shoulder to work out the soreness, he smiled with satisfaction, just that little bit closer to his latest goal of 1400lbs. At this rate the weight lifting competition was on lock, and damned if he wasn’t looking forward to that prize money.
Giving his shoulder one more spin, the giant pressed his fists to his lower back, earning several satisfying pops along his spine as his eyes searched for his friend. He was actually a little surprised to find her only a little ways away, a modestly-weighted dumbbell in each hand.
“When the hell did you start lifting?”
@jfc-jinx
