Post by Ravager on Nov 23, 2005 14:58:00 GMT -5
We are in a gym. The camera is focused on a muscular young wrestler, bench pressing about 500 pounds.
998, 999, 1000!
He sits up, addressing the camera.
Hey NAPW! Take a look at the newest sensation to grace your puny ring. Bob O'Brady, The Irish Adonis! I'm coming to NAPW to do one thing. Dominate! I've seen all you wanna be's trying to look strong, but can any of you match me? I doubt it! Once I step into the ring, I'll show all you posers what real strength is all about. And no one will stop me. D! ? His flashy boots and his little dance will barely cause me to break a sweat. Static? High risk maneuvers will be useless once I break his legs. And Ravager? Let me tell you, if Lobo leaves anything after Action, I'll be glad to...
A hush comes over the room. Bob turns around to see Ravager on one of the exercise bikes. Ravager has stopped peddling, and comes over to talk to the rookie.
Ravager: That's a mighty impressive physique you got. What about your wrestling training?
Bob: Breaking bones isn't taught. It just comes naturally to me.
Ravager: You're doing an awful lot of talking for a man who's never even been in the ring.
Bob: Save your mind games for someone else Ravager! Maybe if you added some muscle to that toothpick you call a body, you'd still be champ! You'd at least have a chance against Lobo tomorrow night.
Ravager: (smirking) You're a big fan of his?
Bob: You bet. And I'm counting the days until I meet him. I only wish I were as strong as he is!
Ravager: You're about as smart if that means anything.
Bob smacks Ravager.
Bob: You will respect me!
Ravager: (muttering to himself) When will these rookies learn...
Bob rips off his teeshirt, displaying his chiseled body.
Bob: (smacking his abs) Come on, take a shot champ! Or should I say, Ex-champ? Do your best. I'll barely even feel...
Bob is cut off as Ravager kicks him squarely in the nuts. The entire room groans in sympathy pain.
Ravager: Lesson Number 1. Never tell your opponent where to hit you. More often than not, they'll aim someplace different.
Ravager head butts Bob, splitting the rookie's head open.
Ravager: Lesson Number 2. Don't pick fights unless you're sure you're going to win. That lesson has taken me a long way.
Ravager picks up Bob and gives him a back breaker.
Ravager: Lesson Number 3. Respect the veterans and they'll respect you. If you don't they'll tie you in knots. And lastly. Don't focus on one area of training. Cardiovascular training is just as important as weight training. Stamina plays as much a role as strength. Though weights do come in handy from time to time...
Ravager picks up a barbell, which he uses to club Bob, who was attempting to charge.
Ravager: Stupid kid. You want to model yourself after Lobo? At least he knows how to wreslte... Well, a little bit anyways.
Ravager walks off. The other men in the gym give him plenty of room to exit.
Ravager: (muttering to himself) Yes Mr. Winchell, I promise not to beat up any more rookies. Well that promise lasted about a week...
Ravager exits the gym. Bob O'Brady lies on the floor, bleeding, but still conscious. Say a prayer for the new boy....
998, 999, 1000!
He sits up, addressing the camera.
Hey NAPW! Take a look at the newest sensation to grace your puny ring. Bob O'Brady, The Irish Adonis! I'm coming to NAPW to do one thing. Dominate! I've seen all you wanna be's trying to look strong, but can any of you match me? I doubt it! Once I step into the ring, I'll show all you posers what real strength is all about. And no one will stop me. D! ? His flashy boots and his little dance will barely cause me to break a sweat. Static? High risk maneuvers will be useless once I break his legs. And Ravager? Let me tell you, if Lobo leaves anything after Action, I'll be glad to...
A hush comes over the room. Bob turns around to see Ravager on one of the exercise bikes. Ravager has stopped peddling, and comes over to talk to the rookie.
Ravager: That's a mighty impressive physique you got. What about your wrestling training?
Bob: Breaking bones isn't taught. It just comes naturally to me.
Ravager: You're doing an awful lot of talking for a man who's never even been in the ring.
Bob: Save your mind games for someone else Ravager! Maybe if you added some muscle to that toothpick you call a body, you'd still be champ! You'd at least have a chance against Lobo tomorrow night.
Ravager: (smirking) You're a big fan of his?
Bob: You bet. And I'm counting the days until I meet him. I only wish I were as strong as he is!
Ravager: You're about as smart if that means anything.
Bob smacks Ravager.
Bob: You will respect me!
Ravager: (muttering to himself) When will these rookies learn...
Bob rips off his teeshirt, displaying his chiseled body.
Bob: (smacking his abs) Come on, take a shot champ! Or should I say, Ex-champ? Do your best. I'll barely even feel...
Bob is cut off as Ravager kicks him squarely in the nuts. The entire room groans in sympathy pain.
Ravager: Lesson Number 1. Never tell your opponent where to hit you. More often than not, they'll aim someplace different.
Ravager head butts Bob, splitting the rookie's head open.
Ravager: Lesson Number 2. Don't pick fights unless you're sure you're going to win. That lesson has taken me a long way.
Ravager picks up Bob and gives him a back breaker.
Ravager: Lesson Number 3. Respect the veterans and they'll respect you. If you don't they'll tie you in knots. And lastly. Don't focus on one area of training. Cardiovascular training is just as important as weight training. Stamina plays as much a role as strength. Though weights do come in handy from time to time...
Ravager picks up a barbell, which he uses to club Bob, who was attempting to charge.
Ravager: Stupid kid. You want to model yourself after Lobo? At least he knows how to wreslte... Well, a little bit anyways.
Ravager walks off. The other men in the gym give him plenty of room to exit.
Ravager: (muttering to himself) Yes Mr. Winchell, I promise not to beat up any more rookies. Well that promise lasted about a week...
Ravager exits the gym. Bob O'Brady lies on the floor, bleeding, but still conscious. Say a prayer for the new boy....