The Gym Exchange
By
The Mangler
James Warrick was a happy
man. His dream had finally come true. He signed the final papers for his new
gym that morning and was standing at the front door looking at the sign that
read “Warrick’s Gym--building muscles our specialty.” After entering the front
door, he walked past the reception area and into the main body of the gym--a
large open cavernous space with all the latest equipment. His favourite area
was toward the back where all the free weights were. He wasn’t much of a
believer in the machines. He felt that real men used free weights to develop
their bodies--it had worked well for him and was good enough for everybody
else. However, he knew that to make the gym a success he would have to offer
the machines as well. However, his true devotion was going to be to the guys in
the free weight area.
In a separate room off to
the right was his 2nd favourite area--the wrestling room. Sitting in the middle
of the room was a regulation size wrestling ring. The ceiling was 15 feet high
with several bright spotlights. Along two sides of the ring there were wooden
benches with enough seating for about 100 people. Next to building his body,
pro wrestling was James’ favourite activity. What better way to show off his
muscles than wearing skimpy trunks and challenging other muscle men to “shut up
or put up.” He occasionally did some wrestling shows as a jobber--it was how he
managed to save up the money for his gym, but that was old news now.