Post by tommyhargrove on Sept 11, 2010 20:05:29 GMT -5
“Tommy You haven’t been following my program at all.”
Nick Hargrove is situated at Tommy’s feet, Nick uses his knees to kneel on Tommy’s feet.
“Come on Give me another one, this is ridiculous, you can’t even do a hundred of them, how are you ever going to get ripped like me if you can’t even do a few push up’s.”
Tommy looks exhausted, it’s obvious from his cherry red nose and bloodshot eye’s he has some type of sickness. Probably the onset of a cold, maybe worse, one thing is clear he has been a disappointment to his mentor Nick Hill. His throat is crackly as he talks to Nick.
“I just don’t want this anymore Nick, no matter how hard I work I don’t get any results, my stomach is still flat, and my arms still jiggle when I shake them. I think I might be better off giving up this dream of mine. Maybe I can get a job as a painter or something.”
Nick shakes his head in disgust
“Come on Tommy, for fuck sakes, here let me play you the world’s smallest violin.”
Nick puts his right hand near his face, using his thumb he pretends to play the violin. Tommy chuckles
“That’s not even funny man, I’m just depressed, all I want is for people to like me, I want people to enjoy being around me, and I want to be able to talk with women without having to worry about them laughing at me.”
Nick gets off of Tommy’s feet and moves towards the red water bottle he always uses. Nick lifts the bottle above his head and squirts water on his head, the cold water cascades off his muscular body and splashes on the mat beneath him.
“Nobody is laughing at you Tommy, if anything people are giving you major kudos, and they would be foolish not too, look at everything you’ve accomplished in a few shorts weeks. You have gone from a virtual unknown to a recognizable stranger. That takes a lot of skill, and who knows if you work a little harder maybe you can get another shot at that world championship, hell if the worlds fattest chick can find a dude that actually wants to pork her, I’m sure you can accomplish anything.”
Tommy looks a bit disturbed
“What do you mean by bringing up the worlds fattest chick?”
Nick chuckles
“You remember that whale from the Howard Stern show who said she wanted to balloon up over a thousand pounds, remember, it was that fat chick from the porn I showed you.”
Tommy looks confused
“I am not sure I follow why you brought her up Nick? Are you trying to make some kind of point, or was it just to compare me with someone who is obviously morbidly obese.”
Nick shakes his head
“I don’t know dude, that sick shit just popped up in my head, figured I’d toss it out there, maybe show you that dreams can come true, like that chick can go over a thousand, you can become a great wrestler, just stay focused on the positive.”
Tommy looks perplexed just drops the subject
“Ok if you say so dude, but anyway, lets talk about the big pay per view event coming up this weekend.”
Nick shrugs his shoulders
“Awesome another chance for Obscene to prove how big of a pussy you are. What is the score now, Obscene 3, Tommy 1? Dude that guy has made you look pretty pathetic, what the hell do you plan on doing to reverse things?”
Tommy finally raises to his feet and shakes his arms out.
“I’m going to step into the ring with that guy and prove myself once again. I’m not scared of him, in fact I look forward to facing him. It’ll give me another chance to prove I belong here. I am Tommy Hargrove, the man of a thousand holds.”
Nick beams a smile of confidence at Tommy
“That’s what I like to hear, assert yourself from time to time, it couldn’t hurt to show you have some balls. Most people look at you as some kind of pussy.”
Tommy once again looks confused
“Why do you say that Nick, I haven’t done bad, I mean last PPV I came very close to actually winning the championship.”
Nick smirks at Tommy as he brushes excess water off his ripped abs.
“Coming close doesn’t matter, and how long are you going to continue clinging to that one moment? It was a brief moment of success, and for that matter you still lost so it’s all a moot point. I mean seriously Tommy, grow some balls, get some ass and make yourself a better wrestler. What about that chick you’ve been talking about, have you tapped that shit yet?”
Tommy begins to blush, he shy’s away from the question
“You know Nick, guys don’t like to brag…
Nick gives Tommy a playful slug on the shoulder
“You didn’t get shit yet, your like that cat Steve Carroll in The 40 year old Virgin, you ain’t never gonna get no pussy, shit boy, for all I know you’re some kind of homosexual or something.”
Tommy laughs the accusation off
“Man I love females, and besides she’s not that type of girl, Mandy is different, she wants to take things slow and I’m totally cool with that, besides Nick, aren’t we supposed to be keeping our attention on Obscene?”
Nick squirts some water on Tommy’s face, Tommy reactively dodges the water letting it splash against the stone wall behind him.
“What gives man? Don’t mess around, we really need to clamp down and work this thing out.”
Nick chucks the water bottle behind his back and moves closer to Tommy. Looking him directly in the eyes a look of intensity comes over his face.
“Are you ready Tommy? Lets do this! You want to beat that piece of shit Obscene listen to me and listen good. Stay focused, don’t let him get the upper hand ever. You have all the talent you need Tommy, but you lack the confidence required to win consistently. You know why guys like Chris Hart, Josh Eagles and Christian Kane are running things?”
Tommy shrugs his shoulders
“It’s confidence, these guys go out there knowing they are best this industry has to offer, they goes balls out and it gets them victories. While you on the other hand go out there timidly, you need to stop being so reactive and start being proactive. You know what the best defense is Tommy?
Tommy stares at Nick and listens
“It’s a good offense, if you take a guy out before he has the chance to hurt you, you’ll never have to worry about his offensive abilities. Find that person’s weakness and exploit it. If they don’t have a weakness create one. Say for instance Obscene, he’s a high flyer, so what can you do to teach him a fucking lesson?”
Nick backs up slightly
“You take out his god damn legs, you think that asshole will be able to run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off if you damage his legs? Work on them legs, hobble him up, you have the size, you have the strength, all it’ll take is one mistake and Obscene is finished. One botched move, one missed kick, one dodged top rope move, and you take over.”
Nick flexes his muscles
“You see this shit Tommy, look at my ripped body, this took me years of focus, years of training. A person can’t be this perfect without working towards it, apply that to your wrestling career. Ignore the past, who cares if you lost a few matches, who cares if you’ve beat a few worthless piles of garbage, it’s time for you to start a new. Beat Obscene, and use that as a spring board to greatness. Every time you win a match it’ll be another step towards your goal, eventually being successful. Right now you’re not even in the same league as Chris Hart, but you can get there, eventually.”
Tommy smiles at Nick, he seems to have a renewed sense of worth
“I can do it Nick, I can beat Obscene, it doesn’t matter how good he is, it doesn’t matter how many wins he’s piled up, I can be successful. I don’t need to be afraid anymore, I have the talent, I have the ability, and starting with this match up I’ll be one step closer to proving my worth. Dreams can come true!”
Nick beams a smile toward his pudgy friend
“What the fuck are we, in Disney World? You can be porky and I’ll be Mickey fucking mouse.”
Tommy attempts to interject
“Porky Pig isn’t part of the Disney family, he’s part of…”
Nick seems agitated
“It doesn’t really matter one way or the other what company Porky Pig belongs too, I was just trying to make a point you know what I’m saying?
Tommy nods his head in agreement.
“Alright Tommy leg me teach you some holds.”
Tommy looks really confused
“What do you mean leg me?”
“It was a joke man, just trying to loosen you up before I teach you some holds to hobble that bastard up.”
Nick Hargrove is situated at Tommy’s feet, Nick uses his knees to kneel on Tommy’s feet.
“Come on Give me another one, this is ridiculous, you can’t even do a hundred of them, how are you ever going to get ripped like me if you can’t even do a few push up’s.”
Tommy looks exhausted, it’s obvious from his cherry red nose and bloodshot eye’s he has some type of sickness. Probably the onset of a cold, maybe worse, one thing is clear he has been a disappointment to his mentor Nick Hill. His throat is crackly as he talks to Nick.
“I just don’t want this anymore Nick, no matter how hard I work I don’t get any results, my stomach is still flat, and my arms still jiggle when I shake them. I think I might be better off giving up this dream of mine. Maybe I can get a job as a painter or something.”
Nick shakes his head in disgust
“Come on Tommy, for fuck sakes, here let me play you the world’s smallest violin.”
Nick puts his right hand near his face, using his thumb he pretends to play the violin. Tommy chuckles
“That’s not even funny man, I’m just depressed, all I want is for people to like me, I want people to enjoy being around me, and I want to be able to talk with women without having to worry about them laughing at me.”
Nick gets off of Tommy’s feet and moves towards the red water bottle he always uses. Nick lifts the bottle above his head and squirts water on his head, the cold water cascades off his muscular body and splashes on the mat beneath him.
“Nobody is laughing at you Tommy, if anything people are giving you major kudos, and they would be foolish not too, look at everything you’ve accomplished in a few shorts weeks. You have gone from a virtual unknown to a recognizable stranger. That takes a lot of skill, and who knows if you work a little harder maybe you can get another shot at that world championship, hell if the worlds fattest chick can find a dude that actually wants to pork her, I’m sure you can accomplish anything.”
Tommy looks a bit disturbed
“What do you mean by bringing up the worlds fattest chick?”
Nick chuckles
“You remember that whale from the Howard Stern show who said she wanted to balloon up over a thousand pounds, remember, it was that fat chick from the porn I showed you.”
Tommy looks confused
“I am not sure I follow why you brought her up Nick? Are you trying to make some kind of point, or was it just to compare me with someone who is obviously morbidly obese.”
Nick shakes his head
“I don’t know dude, that sick shit just popped up in my head, figured I’d toss it out there, maybe show you that dreams can come true, like that chick can go over a thousand, you can become a great wrestler, just stay focused on the positive.”
Tommy looks perplexed just drops the subject
“Ok if you say so dude, but anyway, lets talk about the big pay per view event coming up this weekend.”
Nick shrugs his shoulders
“Awesome another chance for Obscene to prove how big of a pussy you are. What is the score now, Obscene 3, Tommy 1? Dude that guy has made you look pretty pathetic, what the hell do you plan on doing to reverse things?”
Tommy finally raises to his feet and shakes his arms out.
“I’m going to step into the ring with that guy and prove myself once again. I’m not scared of him, in fact I look forward to facing him. It’ll give me another chance to prove I belong here. I am Tommy Hargrove, the man of a thousand holds.”
Nick beams a smile of confidence at Tommy
“That’s what I like to hear, assert yourself from time to time, it couldn’t hurt to show you have some balls. Most people look at you as some kind of pussy.”
Tommy once again looks confused
“Why do you say that Nick, I haven’t done bad, I mean last PPV I came very close to actually winning the championship.”
Nick smirks at Tommy as he brushes excess water off his ripped abs.
“Coming close doesn’t matter, and how long are you going to continue clinging to that one moment? It was a brief moment of success, and for that matter you still lost so it’s all a moot point. I mean seriously Tommy, grow some balls, get some ass and make yourself a better wrestler. What about that chick you’ve been talking about, have you tapped that shit yet?”
Tommy begins to blush, he shy’s away from the question
“You know Nick, guys don’t like to brag…
Nick gives Tommy a playful slug on the shoulder
“You didn’t get shit yet, your like that cat Steve Carroll in The 40 year old Virgin, you ain’t never gonna get no pussy, shit boy, for all I know you’re some kind of homosexual or something.”
Tommy laughs the accusation off
“Man I love females, and besides she’s not that type of girl, Mandy is different, she wants to take things slow and I’m totally cool with that, besides Nick, aren’t we supposed to be keeping our attention on Obscene?”
Nick squirts some water on Tommy’s face, Tommy reactively dodges the water letting it splash against the stone wall behind him.
“What gives man? Don’t mess around, we really need to clamp down and work this thing out.”
Nick chucks the water bottle behind his back and moves closer to Tommy. Looking him directly in the eyes a look of intensity comes over his face.
“Are you ready Tommy? Lets do this! You want to beat that piece of shit Obscene listen to me and listen good. Stay focused, don’t let him get the upper hand ever. You have all the talent you need Tommy, but you lack the confidence required to win consistently. You know why guys like Chris Hart, Josh Eagles and Christian Kane are running things?”
Tommy shrugs his shoulders
“It’s confidence, these guys go out there knowing they are best this industry has to offer, they goes balls out and it gets them victories. While you on the other hand go out there timidly, you need to stop being so reactive and start being proactive. You know what the best defense is Tommy?
Tommy stares at Nick and listens
“It’s a good offense, if you take a guy out before he has the chance to hurt you, you’ll never have to worry about his offensive abilities. Find that person’s weakness and exploit it. If they don’t have a weakness create one. Say for instance Obscene, he’s a high flyer, so what can you do to teach him a fucking lesson?”
Nick backs up slightly
“You take out his god damn legs, you think that asshole will be able to run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off if you damage his legs? Work on them legs, hobble him up, you have the size, you have the strength, all it’ll take is one mistake and Obscene is finished. One botched move, one missed kick, one dodged top rope move, and you take over.”
Nick flexes his muscles
“You see this shit Tommy, look at my ripped body, this took me years of focus, years of training. A person can’t be this perfect without working towards it, apply that to your wrestling career. Ignore the past, who cares if you lost a few matches, who cares if you’ve beat a few worthless piles of garbage, it’s time for you to start a new. Beat Obscene, and use that as a spring board to greatness. Every time you win a match it’ll be another step towards your goal, eventually being successful. Right now you’re not even in the same league as Chris Hart, but you can get there, eventually.”
Tommy smiles at Nick, he seems to have a renewed sense of worth
“I can do it Nick, I can beat Obscene, it doesn’t matter how good he is, it doesn’t matter how many wins he’s piled up, I can be successful. I don’t need to be afraid anymore, I have the talent, I have the ability, and starting with this match up I’ll be one step closer to proving my worth. Dreams can come true!”
Nick beams a smile toward his pudgy friend
“What the fuck are we, in Disney World? You can be porky and I’ll be Mickey fucking mouse.”
Tommy attempts to interject
“Porky Pig isn’t part of the Disney family, he’s part of…”
Nick seems agitated
“It doesn’t really matter one way or the other what company Porky Pig belongs too, I was just trying to make a point you know what I’m saying?
Tommy nods his head in agreement.
“Alright Tommy leg me teach you some holds.”
Tommy looks really confused
“What do you mean leg me?”
“It was a joke man, just trying to loosen you up before I teach you some holds to hobble that bastard up.”
