04-23-2014, 04:15 AM
John Brooks' cornerman, Todd Silas spotted tge young man as he benched the two hundred pound weights. Brooks inhaled as he lowered the weights across his chest and exhaled as he pushed upwards, his muscles tightening as he lifted the weights. Yes, the small man had a decent amount of strength coupled with his technical prowess. Lately, he'd delivered an attitude to go along with his skills. Arrogant. Cocky. Todd counted along with his charge.
Todd: Fifty Two.
This particular young man was a thouroughbred. He'd been in the business ever since the age of sixteen when he lied about his age. He lied to get into the Canadian Wrestling Alliance. Wrestled there two years. Multiple time high school wrestling champion. Pure athlete. The count continued.
Todd: Fifty three!
Todd threw in some words of encouragement.
Todd: Fifty four! Come on Johnny! Do it! Do it champ!
Todd only called out the tens and ones. John made it clear he'd done much more as the sweat poured from his body, his veins popping out of his arms.
Todd: One fifty five...one fifty six...come on champ! Almost there!
The hard working and deligent Brooks gritted his teeth as he pumped the iron, his record grew ever closer.
Todd: One fifty seven! One fifty eight! Two more champ! Battle Royal!!!
John Brooks: Battle royale!!! One fifty nine..one sixty! Gahhhhh!!!!
Motivated.
The young man from Seattle, Washington had felt this feeling before. Originally, this motivation came from wanting to destroy John Cena's Friend Tony. He hated him. Not for the color of his skin. But here was a man who'd gotten his contract due to the sole fact of sn acquaintance. A connection in the business. Brooks on the other hand had wrestled in the indies and lived in his car. Sure, he'd dated hot celebs, but he had just now made it to "the big time".
He sat up and grinned as Todd handed him a towel. He wiped sweat from his brow.
Todd: Excellent workout, Champ. Those XWMfers won't know what hit em'.
He cocked a brow.
John Brooks: They've got vampires and shit runnin' around, Todd. I'm sure I won't come as a huge shock.
Todd: Quite the contrary, champ. I doubt they've ever seen a pure athlete like you. And with your strong style? You'll certainly knock some sense imto them.
John chuckled, and cracked open a cold bottle water. He chugged a bit.
John Brooks: It's like a bad horror movie around here. B movie stars and I'm not scared in the least bit. The chicks are hot though. That Mandii? Oh my god, I'd like to...
Todd laughed and slapped John on the back.
Todd: Whoa, easy there tiger!
John Brooks: Well shit man, there's more women around here than men. Most of em' are pretty hot.
Todd: Little old for you though, right?
The young Brooks shrugged. Yeah, he liked em' young and impressionable. He stood, pouring the water on his forehead.
John Brooks: Ahhhh. Training is SO relaxing!
Todd: True. But this ain't no time to relax, Champ.
John Brooks: Oh hell no. Title shot on the line? Chance to impress..
He made air quotes, getting sarcastic.
John Brooks: ..."Hollywood" Hulk Hogan and the "new" World order.
Todd: Word, word.
Todd Silas was black. Word.
Todd: Don't be out there kissin' ass, Champ.
John moved over to the speed bag and began punching it quickly with hard jabs. His speed was one of his greatest assets and you just knew that it would serve him well. He became engrossed in his training, making on last comment.
John Brooks: I'll be too busy kicking it to kiss any, Silas.
Word.
To Be Continued
Todd: Fifty Two.
This particular young man was a thouroughbred. He'd been in the business ever since the age of sixteen when he lied about his age. He lied to get into the Canadian Wrestling Alliance. Wrestled there two years. Multiple time high school wrestling champion. Pure athlete. The count continued.
Todd: Fifty three!
Todd threw in some words of encouragement.
Todd: Fifty four! Come on Johnny! Do it! Do it champ!
Todd only called out the tens and ones. John made it clear he'd done much more as the sweat poured from his body, his veins popping out of his arms.
Todd: One fifty five...one fifty six...come on champ! Almost there!
The hard working and deligent Brooks gritted his teeth as he pumped the iron, his record grew ever closer.
Todd: One fifty seven! One fifty eight! Two more champ! Battle Royal!!!
John Brooks: Battle royale!!! One fifty nine..one sixty! Gahhhhh!!!!
Motivated.
The young man from Seattle, Washington had felt this feeling before. Originally, this motivation came from wanting to destroy John Cena's Friend Tony. He hated him. Not for the color of his skin. But here was a man who'd gotten his contract due to the sole fact of sn acquaintance. A connection in the business. Brooks on the other hand had wrestled in the indies and lived in his car. Sure, he'd dated hot celebs, but he had just now made it to "the big time".
He sat up and grinned as Todd handed him a towel. He wiped sweat from his brow.
Todd: Excellent workout, Champ. Those XWMfers won't know what hit em'.
He cocked a brow.
John Brooks: They've got vampires and shit runnin' around, Todd. I'm sure I won't come as a huge shock.
Todd: Quite the contrary, champ. I doubt they've ever seen a pure athlete like you. And with your strong style? You'll certainly knock some sense imto them.
John chuckled, and cracked open a cold bottle water. He chugged a bit.
John Brooks: It's like a bad horror movie around here. B movie stars and I'm not scared in the least bit. The chicks are hot though. That Mandii? Oh my god, I'd like to...
Todd laughed and slapped John on the back.
Todd: Whoa, easy there tiger!
John Brooks: Well shit man, there's more women around here than men. Most of em' are pretty hot.
Todd: Little old for you though, right?
The young Brooks shrugged. Yeah, he liked em' young and impressionable. He stood, pouring the water on his forehead.
John Brooks: Ahhhh. Training is SO relaxing!
Todd: True. But this ain't no time to relax, Champ.
John Brooks: Oh hell no. Title shot on the line? Chance to impress..
He made air quotes, getting sarcastic.
John Brooks: ..."Hollywood" Hulk Hogan and the "new" World order.
Todd: Word, word.
Todd Silas was black. Word.
Todd: Don't be out there kissin' ass, Champ.
John moved over to the speed bag and began punching it quickly with hard jabs. His speed was one of his greatest assets and you just knew that it would serve him well. He became engrossed in his training, making on last comment.
John Brooks: I'll be too busy kicking it to kiss any, Silas.
Word.
To Be Continued