Survival of the Fittest I: Introductions

 

 

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".