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The Celtic Fighter, a name created mostly in honor of his heritage, was finishing up his workout. Keeping mostly to himself, while blasting power metal music, the other guys respected his alone time. It was an odd thing with men and the gym. If you put forth effort, no matter what shape or size, they would respect you for it. If you came back and stayed hungry, you would earn even more of their respect. If you paid your dues, and did what had to be done, this was your place. It would be your second home. Nothing was given freely here, everything had to be earned. It was hard but there was respect. In any case, his muscles were screaming from the intense three hour pushing, but it didn’t matter. He was always hungry for a better looking body, and he would not stop till he got it. For too long, he was the little shit, the little guy, the guy who could stand up to no one.

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