Gold Rush! GOLD RUSH!

Gold Rush is doing something for a crowd! How could you miss this and still in good faith call yourself a fan?{if GoldRushWin == True} Last time you saw her with a group of people, things were a bit... dire, so you're glad to see her getting the support she deserves right now.{elseif GoldRushWin == False} Last time you saw her with a group of people, things were a bit... dire, so you're glad to see her getting the support she deserves right now.{endif}

You move quickly across the room to join in with the rest of the small gathering of people around her, all watching her work out. She's built up a real sweat and a bit of a flush to her face, deadlifting a relatively hefty barbell and sucking in deep breaths. She's got a pastel blue tank top on, which looks great against her orange hair, but also looks way too tight on her -- it's really clinging up against her, and looks to be almost stretched to its limits when it comes to her chest. Is that some secret technique to make the workout more intense?{if GoldRushWin == True} From what you thought you knew about her, you'd think she must be getting close to a real K.O. as she's lifting those weights, just from her top being so tight alone....{elseif GoldRushWin == False} From what you thought you knew about her, you'd think she must be getting close to a real K.O. as she's lifting those weights, just from her top being so tight alone....{else} It must be. Wow, she's really really innovative.{endif}

The crowd is a bit weird, though. They're not cheering, or getting excited, or even that interested looking. There's a few cheeky looking smiles on some faces, but it looks like they're all just in the middle of some mundane, mildly entertaining activity while having a break from their own workouts. Which doesn't do justice to the school's best fighter at all!

Gold Rush doesn't seem to mind though, and you get the sense she's trying to work out as if there was no crowd at all. That makes sense. Paying attention to a bunch of people watching you is probably offputting. It must take so much composure to be able to tune all of that out, she's so incredible.....

But this still won't do! The crowd isn't hyping her up nearly enough! You understand she's trying to focus up, but you should still go up to her and give her at least a moment of proper encouragement before letting her do her thing again. Like when they clap at golf, before being quiet for the next hit. You think they do that for golf.

You push through to the front of the crowd without much resistance, thanks to how weirdly passive they're all being, and beeline the small distance further towards Gold Rush with a big ol' smile on your face. {if GoldRushWin == True}Gold Rush's eyes flick to you nervously and her breath catches, but she seems to relax somewhat once she recognises you.

"Oh, how are ya, Debbie?" She gets out in a relieved voice between heaving breathes, in that same southern drawl you've come to know her for. "I'm not sure how good company I'll be right now, huffing and puffing like this. I'm mostly jus', ooohh---"

She stops mid-deadlift as her breath catches in the back of her throat, before letting out a shuddering sigh and breathing deeply a few times with her eyes closed. After a bit, she gulps, then carries on about her exercises a bit slower this time.

"Jus' trying not ta faint here." She finishes. Her pretty face is all red, and even though that top is totally tight and constrictive, it's also an elastic enough fabric that her partly-compressed boobs still have a bit of jiggle in them each time she completes a rep. Just a tiny bit though, since they're so firm.

All the same, you expunge her words from your head the moment they've finished being said, and find it kind of strange that she never finished her sentence for some reason. There must be something important happening.

"What's with the crowd?" You ask. "Are they all fans of you too?"

Gold Rush snorts, then waits a bit before responding so that she can suck in enough air to make up for the sound. She needs every bit she can get.

"Well, that's one way to look at it." She says. "They're certainly goading me on. But they promised to leave me alone if I put this fuckin-- o-ohhhh.... ngh, t-this stupid fuckin' tight top on." She grits her teeth. "At least I get to work out, this way. Never get left alone on the bench press. Can't even do the lighter weights safely."

After a bit of further inquiry, Gold Rush tells you that the reason she can't use the bench press anymore, even though she used to all the time, is that now whenever she tries to some wise guy will flash K.O. her with a quick tit slap on his way past. Then, if the bar lands and presses down against her tits, she's totally out until somebody decides to help her. And she can't stop herself from dropping the bar, because of the way her arms swing down limply whenever her eyes are sent rolling up by a tit slap. So there's a good chance if she does it for too long when other people are in the Gym, which is most times, that she'll just end up stuck there and sleeping.

"You'd be amazed how long it can go with people just leaving me there." She says between heaving panting, still continuing her deadlift reps. "I've missed entire classes because of it before. I tell you, these goddamn weak, exploitable chest fruits....."

She drifts off and grumbles a bit. Hey, this won't do! You know that everybody doubts themselves, even when they're the very best, but you wanna help Gold Rush to doubt herself a bit less, if you can! What should you say?

"You're a pretty awesome girl, Gold Rush!" You say after a short pause. It was the best you could come up with without delivering a whole essay to her on the specifics of it, which you might do eventually, but given the setting, you figured a short one would be more appropriate.

She cocks an eyebrow at you, standing at the top of her deadlift, then carries on with her grumbling and deadlifting simultaneously. It looked like you helped out for a second or two though, which is good.

"You know, from what happens in the dreams I have whenever that's all going on outside my sleeping body, I figure there must be a good amount of laughing around me for most of it." She says. "I'm probably a laughing stock, laid out in the middle of that scene. I've been told I even snore, which is just...." She gulps. "I don't really blame them, though, if it were someone else I'd probably be right there laughing and tit-slapping with them all."

While it's good that she's got you to get all of this stuff off of her chest, you want to throw in some positives as well. She can say everything she wants to say, for sure, but you don't want it all negative at once! You've got to spread that out. Luckily, you've got just the question.

"Have you asked Newton for help?" You ask. A slight smile comes to Gold Rush's face, as she looks off into the distance in thought. Hah, you knew it. Nobody can resist smiling when it comes to Newton.

"He's usually the one who gets me out of there, bless him." She says. "Haven't told him what goes on, though, and nobody ever does it in front of him. He just thinks I overwork myself studying late hours. He's got no idea how few hours I'm even allowed to be awake for, these days..... I would ask him to 'help me' with my bench pressing form, so that nobody tries it, but I feel bad having him watch over me all the time instead of helping everybody else out."

Oh yeah, she's a second year, so she's probably pretty familiar with Newton's helpfulness already. Still, your questioning seems to have worked its magic, because her smile widens and she looks at you with a happy, determined expression out of nowhere.

"But I'm training!" She says. "Just like you helped me realise, I'm not giving up, and I'm gonna keep trying! It'll be a slow process, but I've got time, and for now I just need to try to g-get, as many.... before...."

Gold Rush stops moving all of a sudden, and squeezes her eyes tightly shut with a look of **** deep focus on her face. Her hands lax and she drops the barbell to the floor, where it lands and bounces once with a loud thud. Her entire body's shaking just a little bit -- it looks like this break is a lot more intense than her last ones she had to take.

"*huff* *huff* Ngghh- o-oh! oooogghhhh...." She moans submissively, before her eyes roll up and she suddenly flops onto the ground, passed out, like a ragdoll.

You look down at the sweaty heap, wide eyed. Your hero, the inconquerable Gold Rush, doesn't get up again -- it looks like that tight top was finally too much for her to take. You guess it's lights out, then.... rats, you were having a lot of fun chatting to her! That's okay though, since she didn't actually mean to cut it short.

There still isn't any cheering or applause from the crowd, even now that she's passed out from the top just like they wanted. There's only a few snickers and a quick and anticlimactic dispersal before you're left as the only one standing there, like it's more of a semi-funny inside joke to them now than an event to get excited for.

You'll..... p-probably leave her to it. Seeing her like this is..... weird. She's still totally amazing and unbeatable and your hero, b-but.... you might just expunge this ending from your memory as well. You don't stick around long enough to find out whether or not she snores after all, because that sound might be harder to forget about.

{elseif GoldRushWin == False}Gold Rush's eyes flick to you nervously and her breath catches. Once she recognises you, she rolls her eyes meanly. Hey, what?

"Well, if it ain't the proud owner of the twin jugs that knocked me out cold in the showers!" She says passive-aggressively, in that same southern drawl you've come to know her for. "Yep, those puppies had me slumbering a good few hours in there. Heavy things, they are. Weighty things." She continues. "Took me a half hour after waking up to even remember what happened, you sent me off so far. Hats off. Here to gloat? Give me a quick cuddle to do it again? That make you feel powerful, putting me out as you like?"

She sets the barbell down on the ground, arms up by her sides, and thrusts her chest out towards you. The motion combined with the tightness of the top nearly knocks her out right then by all appearances, but she managed to hold on with just a stagger and a short-lived eye roll to the top of her head.

"Go on then! Send me limp! Stiffen me out!" She shouts angrily. "STEAL MY BREATH AGAIN AND FLATTEN ME OUT!"

You take a half step back, concern all over your face and in a defensive but sorta hurt posture. You stand there quietly and really unsure of what to do for a good bit of time, before Gold Rush finally lets out a deep sigh, and lowers her arms. She hoists up the barbell again.

"Ah, hell, I'm sorry Debbie. I'm jus' mad. I know it weren't your fault, those girls dropping you on me in there. I shouldn't be goin' in on you like that." Gold Rush says. You relax your posture a bit, and take a comforting step towards her. "I know you got my back, and I won't blow up at you like that again, honest. All the same, I'm not sure how good company I'll be right now, huffing and puffing like this. I'm mostly jus', ooohh---"

She stops mid-deadlift as her breath catches in the back of her throat, before letting out a shuddering sigh and breathing deeply a few times with her eyes closed. After a bit, she gulps, then carries on about her exercises a bit slower this time.

"Jus' trying not ta faint here." She finishes. Her pretty face is all red, and even though that top is totally tight and constrictive, it's also an elastic enough fabric that her partly-compressed boobs still have a bit of jiggle in them each time she completes a rep. Just a tiny bit though, since they're so firm.

All the same, you expunge her words from your head the moment they've finished being said, and find it kind of strange that she never finished her sentence for some reason. There must be something important happening.

"What's with the crowd?" You ask. "Are they all fans of you too?"

Gold Rush snorts, then waits a bit before responding so that she can suck in enough air to make up for the sound. She needs every bit she can get.

"Well, that's one way to look at it." She says. "They're certainly goading me on. But they promised to leave me alone if I put this fuckin-- o-ohhhh.... ngh, t-this stupid fuckin' tight top on." She grits her teeth. "At least I get to work out, this way. Never get left alone on the bench press. Can't even do the lighter weights safely."

After a bit of further inquiry, Gold Rush tells you that the reason she can't use the bench press anymore, even though she used to all the time, is that now whenever she tries to some wise guy will flash K.O. her with a quick tit slap on his way past. Then, if the bar lands and presses down against her tits, she's totally out until somebody decides to help her. And she can't stop herself from dropping the bar, because of the way her arms swing down limply whenever her eyes are sent rolling up by a tit slap. So there's a good chance if she does it for too long when other people are in the Gym, which is most times, that she'll just end up stuck there and sleeping.

"You'd be amazed how long it can go with people just leaving me there." She says between heaving panting, still continuing her deadlift reps. "I've missed entire classes because of it before. I tell you, these goddamn weak, exploitable chest fruits....."

She drifts off and grumbles a bit. Hey, this won't do! You know that everybody doubts themselves, even when they're the very best, but you wanna help Gold Rush to doubt herself a bit less, if you can! What should you say?

"You're a pretty awesome girl, Gold Rush!" You say after a short pause. It was the best you could come up with without delivering a whole essay to her on the specifics of it, which you might do eventually, but given the setting, you figured a short one would be more appropriate.

She cocks an eyebrow at you, standing at the top of her deadlift, then carries on with her grumbling and deadlifting simultaneously. It looked like you helped out for a second or two though, which is good.

"You know, from what happens in the dreams I have whenever that's all going on outside my sleeping body, I figure there must be a good amount of laughing around me for most of it." She says. "I'm probably a laughing stock, laid out in the middle of that scene. I've been told I even snore, which is just...." She gulps. "I don't really blame them, though, if it were someone else I'd probably be right there laughing and tit-slapping with them all."

While it's good that she's got you to get all of this stuff off of her chest, you want to throw in some positives as well. She can say everything she wants to say, for sure, but you don't want it all negative at once! You've got to spread that out. Luckily, you've got just the question.

"Have you asked Newton for help?" You ask. A slight smile comes to Gold Rush's face, as she looks off into the distance in thought. Hah, you knew it. Nobody can resist smiling when it comes to Newton.

"He's usually the one who gets me out of there, bless him." She says. "Haven't told him what goes on, though, and nobody ever does it in front of him. He just thinks I overwork myself studying late hours. He's got no idea how few hours I'm even allowed to be awake for, these days..... I would ask him to 'help me' with my bench pressing form, so that nobody tries it, but I feel bad having him watch over me all the time instead of helping everybody else out."

Oh yeah, she's a second year, so she's probably pretty familiar with Newton's helpfulness already. Still, your questioning seems to have worked its magic, because her smile widens and she looks at you with a happy, determined expression out of nowhere.

"But I'm training!" She says. "Just like you helped me realise, I'm not giving up, and I'm gonna keep trying! It'll be a slow process, but I've got time, and for now I just need to try to g-get, as many.... before...."

Gold Rush stops moving all of a sudden, and squeezes her eyes tightly shut with a look of **** deep focus on her face. Her hands lax and she drops the barbell to the floor, where it lands and bounces once with a loud thud. Her entire body's shaking just a little bit -- it looks like this break is a lot more intense than her last ones she had to take.

"*huff* *huff* Ngghh- o-oh! oooogghhhh...." She moans submissively, before her eyes roll up and she suddenly flops onto the ground, passed out, like a ragdoll.

You look down at the sweaty heap, wide eyed. Your hero, the inconquerable Gold Rush, doesn't get up again -- it looks like that tight top was finally too much for her to take. You guess it's lights out, then.... rats, you were having a lot of fun chatting to her! That's okay though, since she didn't actually mean to cut it short.

There still isn't any cheering or applause from the crowd, even now that she's passed out from the top just like they wanted. There's only a few snickers and a quick and anticlimactic dispersal before you're left as the only one standing there, like it's more of a semi-funny inside joke to them now than an event to get excited for.

You'll..... p-probably leave her to it. Seeing her like this is..... weird. She's still totally amazing and unbeatable and your hero, b-but.... you might just expunge this ending from your memory as well. You don't stick around long enough to find out whether or not she snores after all, because that sound might be harder to forget about.{else}Before you can get close, Gold Rush suddenly regards you with fear in her eyes and drops the barbell to the floor with a loud thud and a single bounce.

"D-don't.... please!!" She lifts her hands up defensively, as if preparing to hold you back and away from herself. Her tits are heaving in deep, **** pants under that uber-tight and stretched blue top.

....huh?

In the middle of her panting, her eyelids flitter briefly, and her arms droop down just a bit, like they're wilting. She shakes her head to get back to her senses, then looks down at your own chest with a gulp and runs off.

Oh.... uhm, she must be busy or something. That was sort of.... weird, but she's such a skilled fighter and Warrior student, you probably just don't understand it yet. Maybe one day you'll get close enough to her level to get it. U-until then, though, the crowd disperses without fanfare or much chatter, leaving you standing alone in that spot of the Gym.{endif}