SURVIVAL Of
the Fittest I: Introductions
By
Gym Dude
First off,
welcome to my gym. This is where I invest a lot of my time. It's similar to
most 'good' gyms around. We have just enough 'glitz' to keep the 'masses'
interested and yet we have about half the space set aside for serious lifters,
like myself.
While I consider myself a 'people person' I have a tendency to workout alone. Oh sure, I'll grab one of the lifters nearby for a lift off or a spot when I need it, I just don't have what you would call a regular lifting partner. When I need someone to fill those shoes, I call on Brian. I'm not one to use a 'trainer' but I suppose he would come as close as anyone to filling that description.
The gym is Brian's turf. He has worked his way up to
head trainer after graduating from college with a degree in physical training
coupled with a good three years of bodybuilding. Brian had always been a solid
kid, working out since his early teens to improve in athletics. He had just
enough height for basketball, was lean and strong for baseball and had the
power and enough weight for football. Brian loved working out and especially
liked how it made him look and feel. The
girls always give a good reaction whenever they catch a glimpse of his
washboard abs and most guys are intimidated by the size and shape of his arms,
shoulders and chest.
Becoming a physical trainer is the perfect life. He
gets to help all those guys who are weaker than him to improve themselves and
he has unlimited access to an extremely well-equipped gym. Whenever things slow
down, Brian will be "testing" one or two of the machines. It allows
him to keep his lean, rugged physique "pumped" nearly all the time.
While there are a few guys bigger than him and, in some cases, stronger, there
sure isn't anyone near his weight that can hold a candle to Brian's powerful
build. Brian has packed over 195 pounds of shapely muscle on his five-foot ten-inch
frame. He polishes that muscle daily with morning and night two-hour workouts
using medium weights and lots of concentration on long slow movements, always
with perfect form. There are other trainers at the gym, but it was clear -
Brian is "The Man".
A couple of years after I joined the gym, they added
a new kid to the staff. That certainly was not unusual since a number of
novices on the staff come and go. This
kid was different. The new guys start off wiping down the gear and basically
doing 'grunt' work and so did Randy, but this kid was serious about it. One
look and you knew he took pride in his job even though some thought it menial.
You also got the idea that Randy would not be in that position very long, and
in fact he wasn't. The kid was always focused on the job and was not one to sit
around and talk, so not much was known about him. One of his high school
wrestling buddies was also a member of our gym and one day in the steam room we
hit up a conversation and he filled
me in on the kid. Mark and Randy were fairly close
and you could see he had a lot of respect for the little dude.
Randy joined the gym staff right out of high
school. He has one of these 'spark plug'
builds, somewhat short at only 5'7", but a very solid 165. His thick neck
and strong build telegraphed that he was an accomplished wrestler. What it
didn't show off was his nearly ten years of boxing including five in Golden
Gloves. Being shorter than most guys, it wasn't enough for Randy to just be
stronger, he was also intent on developing his fighting skills. Randy wanted to
make sure that his lack of height would never become a signal for bigger guys
to push him around.
Randy LOVED to fight and eventually found that boxing
and wrestling were not enough for him. During his freshman year in high school,
a friend introduced him to the martial arts and Randy took to training like a
duck to water. All of a sudden, he had a nearly unlimited supply of guys to
fight, in all ages, sizes and conditions. By his sophomore year he had
graduated to full contact and earned his first Black Belt by the end of his
junior year. The little stud made his point and was the talk of the school
after claiming local championships in his weight class in all three combat
forms in both his junior and senior year.
After high school, Randy continued to train and
develop his boxing and martial arts and even started working as a trainer in
both skills, but he missed the opportunity to get on the mats and wrestle.
Randy had incredible speed. He studied every hold and move imaginable and
worked them to perfection. His 165-pound frame was a lot stronger than his
opponents expected and they often found, too late, that his wins were always
decisive. Randy fought with a vengeance!
Anyone who went up against him knew they had been beaten; he left no
question of that. Boxing and martial arts gave him a release to punch, pound
and sometimes toss around bigger guys, but Randy really missed combat on the
mat. He always enjoyed the feel of muscles stretching, limbs twisting and
bodies flexing for control and superiority. He loved to take his time
systematically weakening bigger guys then pinning them or crushing them into
helpless submission!
Mark had joined the gym some months before
Randy. Mark really enjoyed the
atmosphere and the chance to workout around bigger and stronger guys. It
provided great incentive and motivation. After a friendly match beating Mark
(as usual), Randy remarked about how much more size and power Mark had
developed. He had been able to power out of some holds and give the young stud
some pretty solid competition. He noticed Mark had packed another inch on his
biceps and his legs were showing the kind of muscle and power Randy had not
seen on the kid before. Mark told him about the gym but Randy said the
membership fee didn't fit in his financial plans at the moment. He wasn't
working except for some sparring gigs with a few
fighters and that barely paid the bills.
The very next day Randy got a phone call. Mark was
pretty excited and told him they had just posted a
help wanted sign at the desk. He asked about the position and found they were
looking for someone to help out, keep the gear shined and polished and
generally make sure everything looked clean and professional. They had one more
requirement, the guy needed to have the "look" of the place. They
wanted someone who already looked in shape, someone who would reflect well on
the surroundings. Mark pulled the sign down and said "I've got your
man!" and called Randy right away.
It was the perfect job for Randy he certainly looked
the part. Even under the black warm-up pants, you could see the powerful lines
of his thighs and calves, but there was no way you could hide the rippling
muscle of his upper body in the black polo shirt he had to wear. His wrestler's
neck set off the picture perfectly. There was no doubt that Randy had the
"look" they were after. The job didn't require much and would have
been too demeaning for Randy to consider, expect for one big benefit, he had
unlimited access to the gym. No longer having the opportunity to wrestle a
bigger, more muscular opponent to challenge his muscles Randy found a perfect
substitute in iron plates.
Within weeks Randy was too strong for Mark as a
workout partner, so while he continued his training with his buddy, he also
found bigger and stronger guys to work out with providing him more drive than
ever before. Hitting the weights heavier and heavier, it didn't take long for
Randy to switch to two-a-day workouts, one before his shift and one after. The
big power-studs on MY side of the gym normally were not too hot on new guys
coming into OUR area. It was a public place and we were always "nice"
about it but the weaker less dedicated lifters just seemed to get in the way
but Randy was different. We could see his dedication and began to respect the
poundage the rugged little guy was lifting.
Early on, Randy was accepted as our little
mascot. The bigger studs got a kick out
of watching the amount of weight the kid was able to handle. We would shout
encouragement, give him a spot and help him force reps, making him bigger and
stronger with every workout. It wasn't too long before he was considered
"one of us". Lifting with Randy, he finally started to up open up
with me and since I already had a solid relationship with Brian, I'm now
getting a much better idea of what's going on between them.
With a steady income, Randy could now afford to eat
right. We provided plenty of good advice on supplements and exactly what to
feed his now starving body. There wasn't much bodyfat on him so his growing
muscles needed plenty of nutrition. The employee discount at the gym came in
real handy. It wasn't too long before clients in the gym were coming to him for
advice. It was one thing when he was on the floor working out, but guys started
coming to him while he was shining up the machines, which after all was his
REAL job.
When you start
eating right and training hard lifting heavy weights, the results begin to show
and the hard work was impossible to hide on Randy's athletic frame. The
increasingly powerful kid packed on ten pounds of solid muscle the first month
and five the next! His uniform polo shirts were starting to stretch across the
shoulders and arms and that "look" was better than ever. It wasn't
long before the gym manager called the kid into his office.
Joe is a stud with a capitol "S". At six
foot two and 228 pounds of rock-solid beef, he is a walking billboard for
fitness. His 19 1/2" guns and broad powerful shoulders cannot be hidden even
by his loosely fitting dress shirt. Joe is the only one on the staff who is
allowed to wear dress shirts and slacks, everyone else is in warm-ups and
colored polo shirts, a different color for each job description. Randy's black shirt designated that he was on
the low end of the totem pole, basically a janitor. But with Randy there was a
major difference. The kid not only filled out the shirt and looked great in it
but his newly built muscles and confidence transcended his position. Randy gave
the job and the gym some class.
Joe had noticed how the big muscle-studs had
responded to Randy and taken him in. He also couldn't miss that other members
of the gym were coming to him for pointers. The kid had the muscle and you
couldn't miss seeing the rate he was developing. That coupled with his less
intimidating height made the young power-stud more accessible and maybe less
threatening than the bigger, heavier musclemen. Little did they know about the
kid's fighting skill. If it came down to it, he could show some of the big guys
a thing or two about "threatening". Even though they would normally
only consider a trainer with a college degree, Joe offered the kid a promotion
as a trainer-trainer. He would be put on Brian's team, so Brian could teach the
kid the ropes and fill in the blanks on personal training.
This was everything Randy had hoped for and
more! Brian was "The Man"! He
was the one person nearly everyone looked up to for advice on training and
nutrition, everyone except the big musclemen on the heavyweight side of the
gym. We view Brian as a trainer for girls and weak guys just starting out, but
he lacks the pure size and power to come over and lift with us "big
kids". Brian is not a power lifter, he has the kind of body that just doesn't
pack on muscle easily, known in lifting as a "hard-gainer", but he
has done a great job with what he has to work with. He has struggled for every one of his solid
195 pounds. Some of the guys just take exception to the way girls make over his
lean muscular frame when there are 6'2", 235 pound powerhouse musclemen in
the house. On the OUR side of the gym, Brian would just be in the way.
Randy saw him differently. Brian was a source of
knowledge, information that he could tap. Randy needed a quick education and
Brian was the man who could give it to him. Brian had the height that Randy
had always wanted and his three years of bodybuilding
also gave him the sculpted definition that made such
an impression on those in the "normal" world, those weak ones that
may never know or tap their physical potential. And above all, Randy would look
even better in the red shirts that were so proudly worn by the few men
classified as "Personal Trainers".
Randy had not gone unnoticed by Brian. While he was
not crazy about Joe adding someone to his staff without talking to him about it
and he especially didn't like someone being added who had not had formal
training, he also had seen the progress the kid had made in such a short time.
Randy was obviously solidly built when he first came on staff but there was no
denying his 15 pounds of new muscle was impressive. Randy had really adjusted
his ab training and his new washboard waist was evident even through his new
red shirt. Even Brian was surprised that they had to fit the kid with a
"large" and even at that the sleeves had to stretch across upper
arms.
Brian admired Randy's ability to pack on the beef and
secretly wished he could do the same. Now tipping the scales at 180, the kid
has put on as much muscle in two months as Brian has in three years! That's one
more thing to be pissed about. Brian had some appreciation for the fact that he
would now have a man on his team that had gained the respect of the
heavyweights in the gym, a relationship that he envied. With all his years of
bodybuilding and training, Brian couldn't understand why he was never included
as "one of the guys" by the real muscle builders, especially when
they accepted Randy almost immediately. It made for an unusual
"hot-and-cold" kind of relationship between the two.
As the days went by, Randy absorbed information from
Brian like a sponge. Since both men were training twice a day, they often had
the opportunity to workout together. Brian trained the kid on technique and
form on one day and Randy helped to push Brian to higher weights on the next.
Brian began to hold more resentment as he discovered that while Randy responded
almost instantly to the lower-weight / higher-rep routine, Randy was already
pushing as much or more weight in all the major lifts. Brian had to work his
ass off just to keep from embarrassing himself in front of the kid.
Randy was enjoying the education and workouts so much
that he failed to notice that he was already becoming a better lifter than his
mentor. He just thought Brian was taking it easy on him. When he was working
out with us, the kid would concentrate on fewer reps and bigger weights than
Brian could handle. Brian would sit in his office and notice Randy knocking out
his usual warm-up, benching three sets of 20 reps with 200 pounds on the bar.
No matter how hard Brian worked, he still hit a wall at 250 pounds for 8 or 10
reps. With the positive attitude of a kid in a candy store, Randy was oblivious
to Brian's growing resentment.
The next month of training, learning and growing saw
Randy pack another five pounds of thick, rock-solid muscle on his rugged frame,
and bumped his bench press
up another 25 pounds to an even 300. But even more
than that, it became clear that Brian was not able to keep up with him on their
'heavy' days. He also saw Brian's mood turn more and more sour as Randy began
using the kind of weight on his 'light' days that Brian was pushing on his
'heavy' days. Brian had been "The Man" amongst the physical trainers,
but more and more, people were coming to Randy for help. The kid was now firmly
entrenched in the "Big Men's" club and clearly treated as an equal.
At 185 solid pounds, Randy's arms now stretch the tape past 17" at full
pump. The kid is ripped and clearly getting more buff in a few months than
Brian has after three years!
This is not going well. Brian decided he has to do
something or he is going to lose control. This is HIS gym, damn it! He is not
going to let some little stud come in here and make him look bad! But what can
he do? There is no way to complain or take administrative action without
looking petty and showing off his feeling’s inferiority. Joe is hot on having
him nurture the kid along, so he has to train him to continue improvement.
There is only one thing he can do, while he has the height and weight advantage,
he'll egg him into a fight, just for fun of course, then kick the kid's ass and
put him in his place. Show the kid who is boss, work him over real good and
make sure he knows who "The Man" is at this gym.
Since all their time has been spent on education and
lifting, and this gym doesn't really have a ring for fight training, Brian has
no idea of Randy's background, except that his thick wrestler's neck shows off
that the kid has done some high school wrestling. He should be no match in a
no-rules submission match against a three-year bodybuilder's iron muscles. The
two are scheduled to close the place on Friday night. Brian puts his plan in
motion.
The lesson
Friday came and went as usual. Brian was careful not
to do or say anything to make Randy suspicious so it didn't seem out of place
when Brian scheduled Randy to be there for an extra hour after closing. There
had been plans to relocate some of the heavy equipment and both Brian and Randy
were the logical powerful choices for the task.
Everyone at the gym was impressed with the progress
the kid was making. All his added muscle was showing clearly through his bright
red 'trainers' shirt and he has started working out in a lose tank top since
his newly built muscles have been stretching and tearing his T-shirts. Randy is
now doing many of his workouts before the gym opens and after it closes since
the gym nearly comes to a standstill as men and women alike stop everything to
watch him lift. When those big arms, pecs and lats get a pump it's hard not to
stand in amazement and watch. When the kid starts to really crank on his ab
work all the guys just stop in awe while the women get weak in the knees. Expecting some extra duty after closing,
Randy had already gotten in his second workout for the day. It
was leg day and even though he attracted attention
doing it, he blocked out everyone around him and zoned in on blasting those
legs. Pushing his squat up to a formidable 400 pounds, the kid dug deep and
cranked out set after set before attacking the leg press for an amazing five
sets with a fully loaded 720 pounds.
While his form was not always perfect, Randy gets a charge out of the
leg press when it's loaded with all the plates it will handle. He knows if you
want to get big, you have to lift big weights. There's no one around in his
weight class that can throw around the poundage that this kid does.
Brian concentrated on a lighter than usual workout in
the afternoon, more stretching and loosening up than anything. He used just
enough weight to stimulate the muscles and get a good pump, but nothing to wear
him down. He wanted full power and flexibility for the 'evenings exercise'.
After locking up and a few superficial tasks, Brian
was ready to spring the trap. Weeks of pent up hostility toward his young
well-muscled protégé were ready to be unleashed. He was supposed to train this
kid and tonight Randy was going to learn another important lesson, 'You must
stay on the good side of THE MAN'!
With his heart pounding in anticipation, Brian was
ready, "Hey Randy, meet me in the aerobics room. I've got something new to
show you that I think you're going to get a kick out of!"
When the kid showed up in the aerobics room, he found
no one there then heard Brian call again. He followed the sound through an open
door to a fairly large room that they had been using for storage. His eyes lit
up like it was his first Christmas. There in the center of the floor was a
regulation wrestling mat.
Pure one-on-one, man-to-man physical contact was the
one thing Randy had missed most. Sure, his boxing and martial arts gave him
plenty of opportunity to work some guy over, but it wasn't the same. Brian was
right, this was something Randy was going to get a kick out of and so would
anyone else who dared to step on the mat with him!
"So, what do you think? We wanted to add another
dimension to our workout program and give our guys a chance to stretch their
muscles and work on something fun. Do you think we can make good use of
this?" Brian laid the groundwork
and Randy jumped at it.
"Damn! That's beautiful! What a great
idea!", Randy started making plans of which lifting buddy he was going to
invite back here first. Those heavyweight musclemen would really be able to
give him a run for his money!
The kid's interest was unmistakable. This was going
better than he thought as Brian baited the trap, "Didn't you say you
wrestled in high school? You're in pretty good shape, how about we initiate
this thing? You know, we want to make sure it's alright for our customers."
Randy didn't need to be asked twice, "Hell, yes!
We have to make sure it doesn't have any defects. We sure wouldn't want
anything harming our customers (except us, he thought). I'm up for it! What
rules do you want, high school, college, pro? Name your poison!"
"Shit! I don't see any refs here. I figure no
refs, no rules! Fight until one man accepts the other's submission", Brian
was primed and ready to put this kid in his place, and Randy was so excited he
was beside himself.
Randy was out of his pop-off warm-ups in a flash and
had his polo shirt thrown in the corner before Brian knew what happened. Randy
always wore his square-cut black wrestling shorts under his warm-ups for old
time's sake and to help remind him the reason why he was working out so hard
was to become invincible in a fight, no matter what form it took or who it was
with. Brian had his trademark sky blue workout shorts that fit perfectly across
his well developed thighs. They gave him room to move but still showed off his
muscular build.
The two young studs circled one another as the fight
began, Brian's 195 pound bodybuilder physique targeting Randy's 185 pound
athlete's build. Weeks of pent up hostility and envy were now focused against
months of greatly missed power combat. Anger versus joy, the match was on!
Brian had the kid right where he wanted him with the
deck stacked heavily in his favor. Randy is a little stronger but Brian's got
the height and weight advantage giving him leverage over the little shit's
powerful muscles. Brian is rested, stretched and ready, while Randy is just
coming off two very intense workouts. Brian has a plan; he wants to kick ass
and make the kid suffer while Randy thinks this is just for fun.
Brian figures Randy is used to high school level
wrestling where you're not allowed to punish your man. You can't intentionally
inflict pain, twist or stretch muscles until they weaken or crush a guy until
he begs for release. Brian will attack the kid, weaken and punish those big
muscles then tie him up in his superior grip and force the kid to beg, not just
once but two or three submissions for good measure. Who knows, maybe a series of submission holds
will be in order?
Randy is still caught up in the unexpected treat, not
only of having a mat and opponents again, but out-of-the-blue he's got a chance
to fight his mentor. He's trained with the experienced bodybuilder for months,
now he gets to see what the guy is made of.
This is going to be FUN!!!
Brian moved in aggressively, prepared to fight at a
level a few notches above what Randy was expecting. The lean well-muscled bodybuilder
unexpectedly stepped in, scooped the kid off his feet and power-slammed Randy
to the mat knocking the wind out of the kid.
"Whoa, Big Guy!" Randy gasped, "Good
move!"
"Well, we've got to test the cushioning of this
mat and make sure it's safe, don't we?" Brian smiled as he lifted the
young wrestler, holding him briefly, then smiled and said "Let's try this
for size!" and lifted the kid again to chest height then smashed Randy's
muscular back across his knee. To a whoosh of air from the kid's lungs, Brian
offered him a way out, "You ready to give it up little stud or do you want
some more?"
Randy didn't hesitate, "Hey, we haven't finished
testing yet. We gotta see how much this mat can take, don't we?"
"Just what I was hoping you'd say. I just don't
want to hurt you." Brian lied, as he lifted the kid and smashed his back
across his knee again, once more gaining a groan from the muscular little
wrestler.
Without waiting for a reply, Brian delivered yet
another back breaker, fully intending to punish Randy as much as possible. He
pressed down on the kid's jaw and slammed his right fist into Randy's washboard
abs. Brian's powerful punch just bounced off the young stud, surprising him but
adding to the bodybuilder's fury. With Randy captive, the bigger man continued
pounding the kid's rugged stomach muscles. After a dozen or more solid punches,
he turned his attention to Randy's face and was staggered to see him smiling
back!
All that abuse, and this little shit is smiling? Brian had never seen anything like it before.
This kid is far tougher than he figured. There was something else he hadn't
counted on, as Randy began to flex his powerful young muscles and pull his body
up while Brian tried desperately to press him down. Randy just continued pressing out,
overpowering the bigger man and flipping out of Brian's grip.
"Damn, I'm really gonna like this!" the kid
exclaimed. "Now it's my turn!" Randy was still having fun, he wasn't
even aware that Brian was trying to hurt him or worse yet, destroy him!
Randy just grabbed Brian's muscular right arm, spun
around and dropped to the mat, locking Brian in a kind of figure-4 hammerlock,
using Randy's granite legs against Brian's well-built arm. The reaction from
the big guy was immediate. Brian was pounding the mat and writhing in pain as
Randy lunched down on his mentor.
Brian knew he would have his work cut out for him
matching his arms against Randy's powerful guns, but he never dreamed of
pitting his muscles against Randy's amazing legs! The pain was outrageous and
he couldn't believe it as Randy positioned his 185 pounds over Brian's rippling
back, gripping his left arm and almost effortlessly driving it behind his back
in another hammerlock. Randy's weight pressed down on the helpless athlete
making it difficult for him to breathe. "How about it, do you think there
is enough cushion under your chest to keep our clients comfortable?" Randy
asked of his fallen hero.
Brian couldn't believe it. He was fighting with all
he had, and this kid thinks it’s all fun and games, just to test the mat. What
would happen if the kid really wanted to fight? Randy rolled off the big
bodybuilder and pulled Brian up so they could start again.
In a rage, Brian launched himself at the unsuspecting
kid and fired his best right hand solidly to the center of Randy's gut. His
powerful fist just bounced off Randy's brick wall abs as the kid grinned,
pulled his guard back and invited the bodybuilder in. "Like those? I've
been working them pretty hard like you taught me. Those crunches really work.
Here, have at it! Take your best shots! Let me know what you think!"
Brian had no way of knowing that those abs have been
worked over by boxers and martial arts fighters for years, and THEY haven't
been able to break them down. Randy is
still playing around, while Brian pounds him with his best power punches. They
don't even start to weaken the young stud.
After pounding the kid with everything he had, Brian
had yet to make a dent. The anger exploding in him, the bigger man raged,
"I'm gonna tear you apart, you little shit!"
"Good! That's good. Come on man, get some
attitude! You wanna workout on the mat,
you need some attitude. Come on,
muscleman, show it to me. Come on! Bring it on home, if you got it!"
Brian was more furious than ever. He had just told
this muscular kid that he was going to break him into pieces and the kid is
cheering him on! Even if it wasn't meant as in insult, it pissed the big guy
off even more!
The bodybuilder charged the young wrestler, slamming
his head into the kid's gut. It was like hitting a stone wall, but he was able
to knock the kid back a few paces and get a good grip on his legs, lifting then
driving Randy's back to the mat. Caught by surprise, the kid could offer only
little resistance as Brian powered him around, stretching back into a well
secured crab hold. "Alright you little shit, now let's see what you're
made of!" Brian shouted down to his helpless opponent.
Randy figured that Brian was just playing a role, it
still hadn't sunk in that he was serious. The powerful wrestler flexed his
muscular back and held off Brian's hold, preventing any real damage. After
giving the bodybuilder enough time to enjoy himself, he planted his hands to
each side of his chest and easily pressed out, kicking with his legs and
knocking the bigger man to the mat. Brian was impressed that the kid could
break out of one of his most punishing holds, but was still able to roll on the
mat and come up behind Randy as he made it to his feet. The bigger man
delivered everything he had to a double ax-handle punch across the kid's broad
shoulders right at the base of the wrestler's thick neck, then slammed his
powerful arms under Randy's, locking his full-nelson firmly on the young stud.
"Alright little man, see if your big muscles can
break out of this", Brian teased as he crunched down on the kid with all
his power. Once again, Randy let the bodybuilder work him for a while then
calmly replied, "O.K. It's my turn now." One flex of his powerful
shoulders and Brian's hold was shredded. Before he knew what had happened,
Randy was behind him, locked on solid and the bigger man felt like his arms
were being ripped off.
Brian groaned as Randy's powerful guns did their
work. Before long the bodybuilder's legs began to tremble then buckle as the
bigger man was driven to his knees. Randy really enjoyed this aspect of
wrestling. The ability to overpower a bigger man, then work his helpless
physique in your muscular grip. He enjoyed toying with Brian's big broad
shoulders before adding enough power to force the big man into begging him for
release.
Brian's submission came all too soon for the young
fighter. He didn't know how tough the bodybuilder would be, but he knew he
wanted a lot more fierce competition. The kid held his mentor helpless just
long enough for some serious begging and pleading before letting him go,
allowing Brian's weakened body to slam to the mat.
"Are you O.K. big buddy?" Randy inquired,
"I think I got a little carried away. I sure hope I didn't hurt you. It's
been awhile since I've been on the mats. I must have just gotten lucky and
caught you on a bad
day, huh? By the way, how'd that new mat taste? Is it
going to be good enough for our customers?" Brian didn't know how to take
Randy's comments. Was he serious or was this the ultimate put down?
Randy pulled the bigger man up to his feet and patted
Brian on the back. "Good go for starters big guy, but I can see I've
gotten rusty. I gotta really start hitting the weights if I'm going to spend
much time on this mat. I really like the idea of having the place to ourselves
and I notice you and I are scheduled to close next Friday night too. How about
we make this a regular session? We can work on some moves then invite some of
the other trainers to join us, maybe expand that to a few of my lifting buddies!
I'd enjoy getting a few of those really big musclemen on this mat and see what
they can do? How's that sound?"
Randy was just getting started. His juices were
flowing and he was back on the mats again, where he belonged. Brian had this
night planned differently. Randy was
supposed to learn a lesson and get put in his place. Instead, the muscular
little shit didn't even realize he was in a real fight. The kid wasn't even
trying and still handled Brian's bodybuilder muscles like he was a freshman.
The kid was supposed to get knocked down a peg or two and now he's more in
control than ever. If Brian backed out now, the kid would take over by default.
Without a choice, Brian played like it was all for fun, slapped the young stud
on the back and said, "Yeah, sounds great to me. Friday night it is! We'll work on some moves
and see what these stud bodies can do."
Brian tried his best to put up a front and play the
game. Randy was ready for some competition and for now that didn't look good
for "The MAN".
Your stories are so awesome, man! You have a way of writing that really immerses the reader in your world. Your characters are always well-developed and relatable; your descriptions of the scenes make it feel like we’re actually there witnessing events unfold; and your explanations of the characters’ physical, mental, and emotional attributes make it seem like we actually know these guys. And, of course, the action is always HOT! No one writes about muscle domination and destruction better than you! ����
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Hot stuff! I cannot wait for the rest of this series!! I'm hoping there's a hot rematch between Brian and Randy down the line where the latter is fully aware of the kind of situation he's in. Looking forward to more of your stories as always! :)
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