Post by tommyhargrove on Aug 12, 2010 19:11:49 GMT -5
The school yard is filled with children, running too and fro, oblivious to the world around them, the only thing that matters is this moment, at this time, in this yard. It’s recess time, slightly after noon on a non descript day in a non descript year. The teachers stand in the shade and casually watch the children play, stepping out from the darkness every few minutes to yell at one of the scurrying children.
Bonsall Elementary located on Mt. Ephraim Ave in Camden, NJ. The building has been home to all forms of children over the years, both rich and poor, fat and thin, popular and unpopular. Today is a day not unlike any of the thousands of other days that Bonsall has been open. The temperature seems to be a brisk forty degrees, the wind stings a person’s face when it hits them, jackets, gloves and a hat are all necessary.
The yard resembles a prison, broken up into different sects or gangs, sitting on the steps talking amongst themselves are the brainiest, you know them as the future leaders, the children who will one day go onto great things and have the most money, doing the least amount of work. Across the yard standing near the rear access gate are the greasers, even at this early age the greasers have slicked back hair and pleather jackets. The greasers exist for one purpose and one purpose only to talk about bikes, big bikes, small bikes, tricycles, and even motorcycles. They generally stay to themselves but if you cross one, you cross them all.
Moving right along you have the real life trolls, better known as snitches, these kids do nothing but rat on their fellow class mates, typically this species of school house rat is a loner, unable to fit in with any other social circle, like an outcast he stands near the teachers, all the while letting his beady little eyes survey the landscape. Under the metal steps leading to the fire escape hang the cool kids, you know them, everyone does, they run the school, whatever they say goes, and if you cross them… Watch out
A group of four youngsters, no older than eight stand in a circle, they pass around a lit cigarette, each member of the group takes a puff and then coughs up their lungs, this continues until the smoke is nearly gone. The tallest member of the group is thin and lanky, although he always has the best electronic devices the day before they are released, his father works as a biotech engineer, which allows him to hang with the cool kids even though he really doesn’t belong. An outcast in his social regime his days are numbered, and will run out the moment his gadgets stop being impressive, his life as a popular kid will ultimately end in sadness.
Standing on the tall kids left is the brains, while not smart enough to actually join in with any other crew, his intelligence is limited to thinking up schemes, one could call him the leader, generally regarded as an overall nice kid by the parents and teachers, his fellow students know the truth, cold, calculated and manipulative, he is personally responsible for two students transferring. The brains has a sinister look on his face, the type of look he has every time he comes up with a plan.
Next we have the stud, every school has the stud, the one girls want to date, boys want to be. He’s generally well liked and respected by everyone he comes in contact with, except for his enemies and those weaker than himself. Although he’ll go on to achieve fame as a fighter, he now has to fight fate.
Standing next to him is a short athletic type, his arms are well toned and defined in spite of his young age, he is considered the muscle of this crew, known for his short temper and ability to pounce on a moving target at a moments notice. Voted most likely to be arrested or killed, the enforcer carries out the physical side of any plan the brains comes up with. Him along with his pals have been a menace on Bonsall elementary school.
Brains - Yeah so listen up guys, we need to teach those little punks a lesson.
The tall kid and muscles look at each other, the stud focuses intensely on brains.
Brains - We can’t let him walk around here pretending to own shit, this is our turf, that fat pig needs to learn a thing or two about respect.
Tall Kid - Gary what do you want to do?
Gary looks at his trio of friends slowly making eye contact with each of them before moving on to the next.
Gary - I think we should take him outside and make him eat dog shit!
The trio gasp in surprise
Gary - yeah that fat slob Tommy Hargrove will eat dog shit.
The four boys chuckle and begin to discuss their plans.
End Flashback
Nick - Hey Yo Tommy snap out of it.
Tommy Hargrove sits on a bench in Nick Hill’s high class gymnasium, he has on a one piece wrestling suit, blue in color, a red headgear and some tape over his wrist. He jumps up as Nick’s voice hits him. He must have dozed off, although he tries to play it cool as though he was just resting his eyes.
Tommy - Dang Nick you scared me, I was just resting my eyes for a moment, these lights are so gosh darn bright.
Nick is shirtless his oiled body is well toned, his ripped muscles shine and almost seem to glow under the halogen lights
Nick - Yeah well I like the lights, they make me look like some type of Greek god.
Tommy ignores the remark knowing better than to confront anything Nick has to say. After all who is Tommy to criticize compared to Nick’s eight pack, Tommy is rocking a two pack. Tommy rubs his own stomach for a second and then gets to his feet, Tommy then begins stretching his arms while at the same time letting out a yawn. You know the funniest thing about a yawn is, the more you think about yawning and read the word yawn the more likely you are to actually yawn yourself. So did you yawn yet? Well come on tell me did you YAWN?
Tommy - I’m just tired, I couldn’t sleep last night.
Nick doesn’t hear Tommy his short attention span and ego centric personality causes him to ignore those around him. Nick began to move toward one of his treadmills. Nick leans down and begins to rifle through some settings, after he’s satisfied with his choice he looks toward Tommy.
Nick - Ok hop on up and give it a go, I want to gauge your cardiovascular fitness. See Tommy one of the most important aspects of wrestling is having good cardio. We don’t want you being all winded during the middle of a match up, now do we. Also we haven’t really touched on this aspect in our past training and I’m really curious to see what type of shape you are really in. Not to mention after seeing that pitiful performance you put up against Obscene it’s pretty obvious you need some cardio training.
Tommy looks a bit confused at Nick’s comments, his last match was arguable his best performance as a professional wrestler, just about everyone was convinced he dominated the match.
Tommy - You do realize most people say I dominated the match up and with what could be argued was my second awesome performance in a row, I’ve heard some people have started getting hyped up to see me wrestler, they say I have a buzz about me.
Nick refuses to give his friend any respect at all
Nick - Listen up Tommy, because you want to continually talk about that weak performance at Return to the Kingdon, I feel it’s my job as your manager to put you in your place. You do realize you finished third right. Now let me ask you a quick question do you remember who came in third at the tour de France, how about who won the bronze medal in the Olympics? What you don’t? Yeah well me either, you know why because third place isn’t good enough, especially considering you came into the match up last. Furthermore, it can’t be ignored that coming in third and being happy about it is a loser mentality, do you want to continue being a loser?
Tommy shakes his head no
Nick - Do you want to have another shot at being the championship someday?
Tommy shakes his head in agreement, and even lets a little smirk cross his lips.
Nick - Then get on the fucking treadmill and lets see what you can do.
Tommy hops up on the treadmill, he seems to be doing really well and then he hit’s a wall. Not a literal wall but a figurative one. Breathing heavy, sucking air Tommy attempts to regain his composure, finally unable to take anymore he collapses onto the treadmill and gets thrown off the back, and into a literal wall.
Nick - Ha, dude that was horrible, you totally suck.
Tommy still laying on the floor looking up at the sky, when suddenly his pal Nick steps into view. Tommy’s chest heaves in and out, a cross looks comes over his face.
Tommy - That was totally not cool Nick, you could have given me some type of warning, I mean holy heck that treadmill starting to go so fast, it was almost by surprise.
Nick laughs to himself
Nick - Yeah, well I didn’t expect you to last. You see Tommy one thing you need to learn about professional wrestling is “expect the unexpected.” Take for example the people you face this week, you’re in a tag team match up. Do you even know what a tag team match up is?
Tommy lifts himself up off the floor, he dust himself off and begins to shake his arms attempting to loosen himself up.
Tommy - Yeah that’s where I get a partner and we go after a team of two other wrestlers. Then my partner and me attempt to pin one member from the other team, and well, umm the first person to reach a pin fall, wins the match up. Does that sound about right?
Nick beams a smile of loathing towards Tommy
Nick - Almost you fat bag of bananas! You got part of it right, you get a partner and you also work towards getting a pin fall on one of your opponents, but you left out the part about team work and building up cohesion with your partner.
Tommy looks confident
Tommy - Yeah I got it, team work and cohesion with a partner, so speaking of which, who is my partner.
Nick frowns a bit and lowers his head
Nick - Unfortunately it’s someone you won’t have much cohesion with, although by now you’ve grown quite familiar with them, it’s none other than Obscene.
Tommy looks stoked
Tommy - Wow really he’s a pretty awesome wrestler, man this should be fun, I can see it now, the high flying luchadore and his rookie partner the mat master Tommy Hargrove, the fans will eat it up Nick.
Nick frowns and looks toward the ground
Nick - Not to spoil the mood and all these good feelings you have about Obscene, but this is a one time thing, and not to mention you two are set to take on **gulp** the giants known as “The Krieg”
Tommy looks unimpressed
Tommy - Who are “The Krieg” I don’t think I remember hearing about them, are they new?
Nick nods his head yes
Tommy - Awesome, so we have something in common, we’re all a bunch of rookies, this should really be fun and awesome, learning to wrestle with two bright eyed guys, most likely as eager and ready to learn, just like myself.
Nick walks toward his friend, his rippled muscles expanding and contrasting as he walks. Once he reaches Tommy, Nick places his right hand on Tommy’s right shoulder
Nick - These guys aren’t rookies, they aren’t bright eyed, and if you think for a second they won’t hurt you, well then you have another thing coming. I watched some of their match up with Los Sexys and I have to tell you Tommy, it isn’t too late for you to fake an injury, tell management you tweaked a shoulder in the match last week, or better yet tell them you came down with the swine flu or something.
Tommy looks Nick directly in his eyes
Tommy - Nick I’m not afraid, I’ve gone in there with the best this federation has to offer and I’ve held my own, I’m not afraid of anyone. You taught me to stand up for myself and have confidence, well I’m ready to do that Nick, I am ready to stand in the middle of that squared ring, stare down the person I’m facing and go at it full speed. Even if I lose Nick, it doesn’t matter because I’m not a coward not anymore.
Nick doesn’t look convinced
Nick - Tommy trust me it’s for your own good.
Tommy brushes Nick’s hand off his shoulder
Tommy - For years Nick you’ve been trying to hold me down, and done horrible things to me, and a few minutes ago I started to think back to our time in elementary school. You know one incident in particular really stood out, I remembered when you and the clique forced me to eat dog crap. Do you remember that Nick, you stood on my back while Gary and Tim pushed my face into the poop?
Nick seems genuinely ashamed of himself
Tommy - Do you remember how you guys refused to let me up until I devoured that entire piece of dung, no matter how much I screamed, begged, or pleaded with you all. Do you remember how I missed school for the next week and a half? I was in the hospital Nick, I needed to have my stomach pumped, the doctor said my system had a negative reaction to some of the nutrients in the poo. At that time I didn’t even know poop had nutrients, but trust me Nick it does.
Nick looks toward the ground
Tommy - Well I forgive you Nick, I forgive you for everything, all the evil, all the schemes, all the horrible stuff you did to me, but one thing I would never forgive you for is talking me out of this match up. If I go out there and get beaten down I am totally fine with that, if I go out there and get hurt or even killed I’ll be fine with that. I am sick and tired of being a coward Nick, never again will I be forced to eat that poop, if it means standing face to face with men from Germany, or Russia or Japan, or even Mexico, I’ll do.
Nick seems rather impressed, now over his two minutes of self pity he has a renewed look about him
Nick - That’s what I wanted to hear buddy, well not the whole spiel about that unfortunate dog crap incident but the rest of it, I want to see you grow some balls. This could be the beginning of something beautiful Tommy, now get back on the fucking treadmill and lets own this bitch.
Tommy looks motivated, he hopes in the treadmill and starts running full speed ahead.
Tommy - I’ve got it Nick, I’ve got the eye of the tiger.
Within minutes Tommy is thrown off the treadmill once more, only this time he manages to pick himself up, dust himself off and tries again.
Bonsall Elementary located on Mt. Ephraim Ave in Camden, NJ. The building has been home to all forms of children over the years, both rich and poor, fat and thin, popular and unpopular. Today is a day not unlike any of the thousands of other days that Bonsall has been open. The temperature seems to be a brisk forty degrees, the wind stings a person’s face when it hits them, jackets, gloves and a hat are all necessary.
The yard resembles a prison, broken up into different sects or gangs, sitting on the steps talking amongst themselves are the brainiest, you know them as the future leaders, the children who will one day go onto great things and have the most money, doing the least amount of work. Across the yard standing near the rear access gate are the greasers, even at this early age the greasers have slicked back hair and pleather jackets. The greasers exist for one purpose and one purpose only to talk about bikes, big bikes, small bikes, tricycles, and even motorcycles. They generally stay to themselves but if you cross one, you cross them all.
Moving right along you have the real life trolls, better known as snitches, these kids do nothing but rat on their fellow class mates, typically this species of school house rat is a loner, unable to fit in with any other social circle, like an outcast he stands near the teachers, all the while letting his beady little eyes survey the landscape. Under the metal steps leading to the fire escape hang the cool kids, you know them, everyone does, they run the school, whatever they say goes, and if you cross them… Watch out
A group of four youngsters, no older than eight stand in a circle, they pass around a lit cigarette, each member of the group takes a puff and then coughs up their lungs, this continues until the smoke is nearly gone. The tallest member of the group is thin and lanky, although he always has the best electronic devices the day before they are released, his father works as a biotech engineer, which allows him to hang with the cool kids even though he really doesn’t belong. An outcast in his social regime his days are numbered, and will run out the moment his gadgets stop being impressive, his life as a popular kid will ultimately end in sadness.
Standing on the tall kids left is the brains, while not smart enough to actually join in with any other crew, his intelligence is limited to thinking up schemes, one could call him the leader, generally regarded as an overall nice kid by the parents and teachers, his fellow students know the truth, cold, calculated and manipulative, he is personally responsible for two students transferring. The brains has a sinister look on his face, the type of look he has every time he comes up with a plan.
Next we have the stud, every school has the stud, the one girls want to date, boys want to be. He’s generally well liked and respected by everyone he comes in contact with, except for his enemies and those weaker than himself. Although he’ll go on to achieve fame as a fighter, he now has to fight fate.
Standing next to him is a short athletic type, his arms are well toned and defined in spite of his young age, he is considered the muscle of this crew, known for his short temper and ability to pounce on a moving target at a moments notice. Voted most likely to be arrested or killed, the enforcer carries out the physical side of any plan the brains comes up with. Him along with his pals have been a menace on Bonsall elementary school.
Brains - Yeah so listen up guys, we need to teach those little punks a lesson.
The tall kid and muscles look at each other, the stud focuses intensely on brains.
Brains - We can’t let him walk around here pretending to own shit, this is our turf, that fat pig needs to learn a thing or two about respect.
Tall Kid - Gary what do you want to do?
Gary looks at his trio of friends slowly making eye contact with each of them before moving on to the next.
Gary - I think we should take him outside and make him eat dog shit!
The trio gasp in surprise
Gary - yeah that fat slob Tommy Hargrove will eat dog shit.
The four boys chuckle and begin to discuss their plans.
End Flashback
Nick - Hey Yo Tommy snap out of it.
Tommy Hargrove sits on a bench in Nick Hill’s high class gymnasium, he has on a one piece wrestling suit, blue in color, a red headgear and some tape over his wrist. He jumps up as Nick’s voice hits him. He must have dozed off, although he tries to play it cool as though he was just resting his eyes.
Tommy - Dang Nick you scared me, I was just resting my eyes for a moment, these lights are so gosh darn bright.
Nick is shirtless his oiled body is well toned, his ripped muscles shine and almost seem to glow under the halogen lights
Nick - Yeah well I like the lights, they make me look like some type of Greek god.
Tommy ignores the remark knowing better than to confront anything Nick has to say. After all who is Tommy to criticize compared to Nick’s eight pack, Tommy is rocking a two pack. Tommy rubs his own stomach for a second and then gets to his feet, Tommy then begins stretching his arms while at the same time letting out a yawn. You know the funniest thing about a yawn is, the more you think about yawning and read the word yawn the more likely you are to actually yawn yourself. So did you yawn yet? Well come on tell me did you YAWN?
Tommy - I’m just tired, I couldn’t sleep last night.
Nick doesn’t hear Tommy his short attention span and ego centric personality causes him to ignore those around him. Nick began to move toward one of his treadmills. Nick leans down and begins to rifle through some settings, after he’s satisfied with his choice he looks toward Tommy.
Nick - Ok hop on up and give it a go, I want to gauge your cardiovascular fitness. See Tommy one of the most important aspects of wrestling is having good cardio. We don’t want you being all winded during the middle of a match up, now do we. Also we haven’t really touched on this aspect in our past training and I’m really curious to see what type of shape you are really in. Not to mention after seeing that pitiful performance you put up against Obscene it’s pretty obvious you need some cardio training.
Tommy looks a bit confused at Nick’s comments, his last match was arguable his best performance as a professional wrestler, just about everyone was convinced he dominated the match.
Tommy - You do realize most people say I dominated the match up and with what could be argued was my second awesome performance in a row, I’ve heard some people have started getting hyped up to see me wrestler, they say I have a buzz about me.
Nick refuses to give his friend any respect at all
Nick - Listen up Tommy, because you want to continually talk about that weak performance at Return to the Kingdon, I feel it’s my job as your manager to put you in your place. You do realize you finished third right. Now let me ask you a quick question do you remember who came in third at the tour de France, how about who won the bronze medal in the Olympics? What you don’t? Yeah well me either, you know why because third place isn’t good enough, especially considering you came into the match up last. Furthermore, it can’t be ignored that coming in third and being happy about it is a loser mentality, do you want to continue being a loser?
Tommy shakes his head no
Nick - Do you want to have another shot at being the championship someday?
Tommy shakes his head in agreement, and even lets a little smirk cross his lips.
Nick - Then get on the fucking treadmill and lets see what you can do.
Tommy hops up on the treadmill, he seems to be doing really well and then he hit’s a wall. Not a literal wall but a figurative one. Breathing heavy, sucking air Tommy attempts to regain his composure, finally unable to take anymore he collapses onto the treadmill and gets thrown off the back, and into a literal wall.
Nick - Ha, dude that was horrible, you totally suck.
Tommy still laying on the floor looking up at the sky, when suddenly his pal Nick steps into view. Tommy’s chest heaves in and out, a cross looks comes over his face.
Tommy - That was totally not cool Nick, you could have given me some type of warning, I mean holy heck that treadmill starting to go so fast, it was almost by surprise.
Nick laughs to himself
Nick - Yeah, well I didn’t expect you to last. You see Tommy one thing you need to learn about professional wrestling is “expect the unexpected.” Take for example the people you face this week, you’re in a tag team match up. Do you even know what a tag team match up is?
Tommy lifts himself up off the floor, he dust himself off and begins to shake his arms attempting to loosen himself up.
Tommy - Yeah that’s where I get a partner and we go after a team of two other wrestlers. Then my partner and me attempt to pin one member from the other team, and well, umm the first person to reach a pin fall, wins the match up. Does that sound about right?
Nick beams a smile of loathing towards Tommy
Nick - Almost you fat bag of bananas! You got part of it right, you get a partner and you also work towards getting a pin fall on one of your opponents, but you left out the part about team work and building up cohesion with your partner.
Tommy looks confident
Tommy - Yeah I got it, team work and cohesion with a partner, so speaking of which, who is my partner.
Nick frowns a bit and lowers his head
Nick - Unfortunately it’s someone you won’t have much cohesion with, although by now you’ve grown quite familiar with them, it’s none other than Obscene.
Tommy looks stoked
Tommy - Wow really he’s a pretty awesome wrestler, man this should be fun, I can see it now, the high flying luchadore and his rookie partner the mat master Tommy Hargrove, the fans will eat it up Nick.
Nick frowns and looks toward the ground
Nick - Not to spoil the mood and all these good feelings you have about Obscene, but this is a one time thing, and not to mention you two are set to take on **gulp** the giants known as “The Krieg”
Tommy looks unimpressed
Tommy - Who are “The Krieg” I don’t think I remember hearing about them, are they new?
Nick nods his head yes
Tommy - Awesome, so we have something in common, we’re all a bunch of rookies, this should really be fun and awesome, learning to wrestle with two bright eyed guys, most likely as eager and ready to learn, just like myself.
Nick walks toward his friend, his rippled muscles expanding and contrasting as he walks. Once he reaches Tommy, Nick places his right hand on Tommy’s right shoulder
Nick - These guys aren’t rookies, they aren’t bright eyed, and if you think for a second they won’t hurt you, well then you have another thing coming. I watched some of their match up with Los Sexys and I have to tell you Tommy, it isn’t too late for you to fake an injury, tell management you tweaked a shoulder in the match last week, or better yet tell them you came down with the swine flu or something.
Tommy looks Nick directly in his eyes
Tommy - Nick I’m not afraid, I’ve gone in there with the best this federation has to offer and I’ve held my own, I’m not afraid of anyone. You taught me to stand up for myself and have confidence, well I’m ready to do that Nick, I am ready to stand in the middle of that squared ring, stare down the person I’m facing and go at it full speed. Even if I lose Nick, it doesn’t matter because I’m not a coward not anymore.
Nick doesn’t look convinced
Nick - Tommy trust me it’s for your own good.
Tommy brushes Nick’s hand off his shoulder
Tommy - For years Nick you’ve been trying to hold me down, and done horrible things to me, and a few minutes ago I started to think back to our time in elementary school. You know one incident in particular really stood out, I remembered when you and the clique forced me to eat dog crap. Do you remember that Nick, you stood on my back while Gary and Tim pushed my face into the poop?
Nick seems genuinely ashamed of himself
Tommy - Do you remember how you guys refused to let me up until I devoured that entire piece of dung, no matter how much I screamed, begged, or pleaded with you all. Do you remember how I missed school for the next week and a half? I was in the hospital Nick, I needed to have my stomach pumped, the doctor said my system had a negative reaction to some of the nutrients in the poo. At that time I didn’t even know poop had nutrients, but trust me Nick it does.
Nick looks toward the ground
Tommy - Well I forgive you Nick, I forgive you for everything, all the evil, all the schemes, all the horrible stuff you did to me, but one thing I would never forgive you for is talking me out of this match up. If I go out there and get beaten down I am totally fine with that, if I go out there and get hurt or even killed I’ll be fine with that. I am sick and tired of being a coward Nick, never again will I be forced to eat that poop, if it means standing face to face with men from Germany, or Russia or Japan, or even Mexico, I’ll do.
Nick seems rather impressed, now over his two minutes of self pity he has a renewed look about him
Nick - That’s what I wanted to hear buddy, well not the whole spiel about that unfortunate dog crap incident but the rest of it, I want to see you grow some balls. This could be the beginning of something beautiful Tommy, now get back on the fucking treadmill and lets own this bitch.
Tommy looks motivated, he hopes in the treadmill and starts running full speed ahead.
Tommy - I’ve got it Nick, I’ve got the eye of the tiger.
Within minutes Tommy is thrown off the treadmill once more, only this time he manages to pick himself up, dust himself off and tries again.
