Post by Freakke on May 20, 2010 22:21:58 GMT -6
Jack is standing in a practice ring looking at the dummy the trainer is holding up. He's breathing deeply trying to puff himself up and be more intimidating. His size and physique make this hard though. Suddenly he came charging, yelling wildly, as he leapt up and tried to hit a cross body. What happened though, was that he got stuck. The dummy held his weight, but the trainer couldn't hold on to the dummy, and it fell forward, effectively bodyslamming and pinning the wrestler.
"Aaahhaaaaa! Get this thing off me!"
The trainer lifted the dummy up and off of Jack with one hand and sighed. Jack got up and held his back. The trainer shook his head and sighed.
"You do know your supposed to land on the dummy right?"
"Are you kidding, that thing weighs more than I do. There's no way anyone could make that thing budge."
The trainer just stood there. He blinked, wasting just a moment, then lifted the fifty pound dummy with one arm.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything. I know what you need though, you need something to get you motivated to succeed. You need to get some drive. More than anything, you need to put on a few pounds of muscle. Hell, you could do with a few pounds of fat. Its no wonder that thing fell over on you, your practically a stick. How do you plan on beating Ranzy? That guy will pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll."
Ace cringed and shrunk back a little.
"Really?"
"Oh sure. You're so light that if a stiff breeze blew you'd probably bowl over..."
"Thats not true...most of the time...."
"My point is, if that guy gets a hold of you, your dead."
Jack gulped and the trainer sighed. His hand rested on the small wrestlers shoulders and he patted him on the back.
"Listen, if you put your mind to it, you can win. Listen to me, there's got to be at least an ounce of bravery and skill in this little frame of yours."
The trainer shook Jack gently but it rattled Pathetic Jack.
"I mean there's always the chance he could viciously mangle you with some kind of super move but he'd have to have some kind of super kick or powerbomb. How many guys even do those moves? I mean, your not dealing with some kind of maniacal combination of a suplex and a ddt. That would be crazy. If he hit you with any of those you'd break in half or something."
Jack's eyes went wide. He began to whimper but the trainer patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
"You're probably dealing with some newcomer loser like you who can't do anything right. Why on Earth would the company send a new guy up against someone who has a history with the company and knows the ropes? You can win."
"Really?"
The trainer smiled, but there was a long awkward pause.
"...Sure. It isn't like hes some darkly toned guy returning to the industry after it destroyed his life or anything. That kinda guy would chew you up and spit you out before the bell had time to echo."
"So Ranzy isn't really that tough?"
"Ranzy? You mean Stefan Ranzy? The guy who used to be Lance Ryan?"
Jack nodded.
"Dude you're ****ed."
Jack's eyes widened and he almost feinted.
----------------------------------------------------
Jack stood in the halls trying to look intimidating. He puffed his chest out and held his arms out some.
"nCw, I am Jack Ace. I have come here to become a champion of the wrestling world. Stefan Ranzy, Lance Ryan, whatever your name is: I'm coming for you."
He cringed visibely as he choked out the words.
"I'm going to be in and out of that ring so fast, you won't know what happened. The bell will ring and everyone will know that I am not Path-"
Just then, a door flung open and knocked Jack down. Jimmy Turner began to mumble about things janitors mumble about and he pulled his cart behind him. Jack lay still for a moment and then got up. He looked a little dizzy but he tried to continue.
"I am Jack Ace, and this week, this week I'm taking Ranzy down. It'll be like a whole new era of wrestling was born. It'll be the most amazing thing ever and everyone will call me-"
Again the door flung open and knocked Jack down. This time, it was Freakke the Clown who emerged from the gym doors. He was whistling as he stepped over the barely conscious Jack Ace. Jack got up one more time, but now his speech was slurred more and his balance waning.
"Owww, ya know what. I'm gonna beat Lan...err Stefan this week. Lets leave it at that before someone else decides to come through this doo-"
The door smashed into Pathetic Jack's face and he was out like a light. The camera man looked down at Jack and then at his watch. He looked around but no one else was there.
"Hey, I'm here to film your promo...yo! Hey, wake up!"
The cameraman kicked Jack lightly and then waited a moment.
"Screw it, I'm gonna go get some doughnuts."
"Aaahhaaaaa! Get this thing off me!"
The trainer lifted the dummy up and off of Jack with one hand and sighed. Jack got up and held his back. The trainer shook his head and sighed.
"You do know your supposed to land on the dummy right?"
"Are you kidding, that thing weighs more than I do. There's no way anyone could make that thing budge."
The trainer just stood there. He blinked, wasting just a moment, then lifted the fifty pound dummy with one arm.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything. I know what you need though, you need something to get you motivated to succeed. You need to get some drive. More than anything, you need to put on a few pounds of muscle. Hell, you could do with a few pounds of fat. Its no wonder that thing fell over on you, your practically a stick. How do you plan on beating Ranzy? That guy will pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll."
Ace cringed and shrunk back a little.
"Really?"
"Oh sure. You're so light that if a stiff breeze blew you'd probably bowl over..."
"Thats not true...most of the time...."
"My point is, if that guy gets a hold of you, your dead."
Jack gulped and the trainer sighed. His hand rested on the small wrestlers shoulders and he patted him on the back.
"Listen, if you put your mind to it, you can win. Listen to me, there's got to be at least an ounce of bravery and skill in this little frame of yours."
The trainer shook Jack gently but it rattled Pathetic Jack.
"I mean there's always the chance he could viciously mangle you with some kind of super move but he'd have to have some kind of super kick or powerbomb. How many guys even do those moves? I mean, your not dealing with some kind of maniacal combination of a suplex and a ddt. That would be crazy. If he hit you with any of those you'd break in half or something."
Jack's eyes went wide. He began to whimper but the trainer patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
"You're probably dealing with some newcomer loser like you who can't do anything right. Why on Earth would the company send a new guy up against someone who has a history with the company and knows the ropes? You can win."
"Really?"
The trainer smiled, but there was a long awkward pause.
"...Sure. It isn't like hes some darkly toned guy returning to the industry after it destroyed his life or anything. That kinda guy would chew you up and spit you out before the bell had time to echo."
"So Ranzy isn't really that tough?"
"Ranzy? You mean Stefan Ranzy? The guy who used to be Lance Ryan?"
Jack nodded.
"Dude you're ****ed."
Jack's eyes widened and he almost feinted.
----------------------------------------------------
Jack stood in the halls trying to look intimidating. He puffed his chest out and held his arms out some.
"nCw, I am Jack Ace. I have come here to become a champion of the wrestling world. Stefan Ranzy, Lance Ryan, whatever your name is: I'm coming for you."
He cringed visibely as he choked out the words.
"I'm going to be in and out of that ring so fast, you won't know what happened. The bell will ring and everyone will know that I am not Path-"
Just then, a door flung open and knocked Jack down. Jimmy Turner began to mumble about things janitors mumble about and he pulled his cart behind him. Jack lay still for a moment and then got up. He looked a little dizzy but he tried to continue.
"I am Jack Ace, and this week, this week I'm taking Ranzy down. It'll be like a whole new era of wrestling was born. It'll be the most amazing thing ever and everyone will call me-"
Again the door flung open and knocked Jack down. This time, it was Freakke the Clown who emerged from the gym doors. He was whistling as he stepped over the barely conscious Jack Ace. Jack got up one more time, but now his speech was slurred more and his balance waning.
"Owww, ya know what. I'm gonna beat Lan...err Stefan this week. Lets leave it at that before someone else decides to come through this doo-"
The door smashed into Pathetic Jack's face and he was out like a light. The camera man looked down at Jack and then at his watch. He looked around but no one else was there.
"Hey, I'm here to film your promo...yo! Hey, wake up!"
The cameraman kicked Jack lightly and then waited a moment.
"Screw it, I'm gonna go get some doughnuts."