Post by J on Dec 7, 2020 14:28:27 GMT -5
//Off Camera//
“Youth Vs Experience”
“See the size of dem tiddies on that one, man?” Mike “Big C” Francomano said to his friend Marcus “Marky Mark” Linn the two of them had been gym rats since their school days and while their best motivation for better themselves academically had long since died out, the flame of being the biggest, strongest and simply huge as freakin anything gym studs still burned bright and proud inside them. Right now the duo were sipping on their workout drinks eyeing up a rather ample figured blonde who was spotting a man working on the bench press.“Wouldn’t mind milking those udders and see if I could get her to moo” Marky laughed and high fived Mikey. The two of them kept their banter and it seemed to amuse at least themselves.
“I’m going to kill them, both of them. I’m getting up from this bench, grabbing one of those hand weights and smashing their faces in, breaking every damn bone I can..” Grunted the man under the bar and weights, huffing and puffing with exhaustion as much as anger.
“Hush up now, you are gonna ruin your reps” Said the blonde over him. She looked down at the man, who some knew by the name Luther Thunder, for she had so many special names that she did not dare to repeat in public. Esme Thunder was glad that she had the upper hand here. Luther would have to get out from under the weights, gravity and her so he wouldn’t just jump up and do anything hasty.
The husband and wife duo had chosen to keep the training up even if there was time for his next match. SAW was no walk in the park, nobody expected a multitalent athlete to just cave at facing someone like him. However this kid, Marou, running his mouth which was good, since it proved that something worked in his head, debate was still going could his head hold drink and how much his brain worked in the end. Another fast-talking young, hot and full of cum hotshot going to label him as an old man, tired, wear and tear son of a..
“You know Mikey, with a set of tires like that it’d be a shame if she had a flat one while crossing the desert.”
“Oh Come on Marky, you know she’d get them filled up while a customer service specialist from the nearest gas station would fill her up”
They damn near spit those damn drinks out of their noses and while usually Esme was sure where her husbands eyes were at all times, now she saw things take a turn for the worse real quick.
“That’s fucking IT” Luther was about to get up but wtihtout warning Esme pushed the bar and weights against his chest looking him on the bench. Knocking the damn air out of him in the process, while he was there gasping for air, hearing the punks cackle over “the old fucker’s fuck up” Luther heard Esmer’s voice, more of a damn hiss than speech anymore.
“Time for choices big man. Choice number one: You go over there, you bet the fuck out of those punks like some sort of a testosterone fueled kid like they are. In the process they of course drag your ass to jail. With any luck some of these fucks if not all will film it and while you stew in a cell waiting for ME to scrape together the funds to once again bail YOUR ass out of jail. You can bet that Brad Jackson will get a call from the boss’s at Uprising. You think they want someone like that on their roster, or even in the damn tournament. So go right ahead, step up to heal up your hurt manly pride and throw all the work, all the momentum we’ve built for your ass here oh and the damn chance to be a champion out of the window. Prove to the likes of Marou and anyone who thinks you shouldn’t be here. Then sometime tomorrow if you are lucky. I’ll bail you out and can show you a whole timeline of tweets and jokes from Marou about how you would rather hide behind bars than face him..” Her voice was so venomous, so savage, so full of piss and vinegar that Luther could have sworn she actually spat bits of saliva in disgust to his face.
“...and the other choice?” He manages to grunt out his face changing colors now when he was trying to balance his breath and those weights.
“Choice number two: I’ll let you up, you will put these weights away. We leave and you don’t say another goddamn word until we are out of this gym. Not a single snarky one, don’t even look at them. Prove to me that you are a bigger man than this. Prove to them that they aren’t going to get under your skin like this. Let experience win over age and be smart about it. We can get the hell out of here and trust me, I’ll find better ways to mend your hurt pride and you’ll love that more than spending the night in jail. You got a big opportunity here in Reno, how many more chances do you think you could have? Can you name a single damn company that would come asking you to join their roster..especially after some sort of a bullshit incident in public like the type you want to pull? Oh and remember all the shit you had to put up in past places for all bullshit, good luck thinking every damn kid wouldn’t try to rile you up if you ever got employed again. So What’s it gonna be sweetcheeks, youth or experience but you can only pick one..”
“E-e-xperience” he mutters.
Esme smirks.
“What was that? Not sure if I heard you?”
She smirks pushing on the bar a bit.
“EXPERIENCE” his scream was more of a hoarse cry, she chuckles and helps him yank up the weights on their place.
“That’s my baby, I knew you would pick the right choice. Now remember the deal. Not one word, don’t look at them. Get up, grab your towel, I’ll get your gear. We head out. Grab a shower, I’ll see you outside in 10 minutes. If you aren’t out there, I’ll come looking and if I see someone I like more..I’ll leave with them” She winks and Luther for once in his life gets the joke. It pained him to agree to this. He just nodded, sat up and did as he was told. Walking by Mikey and Markey he could hear them cackle, biting down on his tongue he just looked forward, his fists clenching, ready to smash some faces but he did manage to make it out. Luckily the locker room was empty, he managed to get himself in the shower, turning it ice cold to cool himself off. He was so damn angry, so damn angry he could cry. It was one thing for people to make fun of him but the fact that he had not just swiftly hospitalized the pair of gym goons for disrespecting his wife and her divine figure..that hurt him more. Leaning his forehead on the cold tile he managed to wash himself off. Get changed and head out.
Once outside he saw Esme smiling at him, she popped the doors open for them and they got in. She ruffled his hair and smiled. “So proud of you baby. You are going to get something special for doing the right thing.”
He seemed puzzled by all of this. “How can you be so calm and chipper about this? Those guys disrespected you, insulted you and you didn’t even let me punish them for their insolence..”
She started the car with a knowing smirk. “Oh I have a feeling the situation has rectified itself..”
She pulled out what looked like a turn blade, dropping it on the dashboard.
“What the fuck Esme?!” Luther hollers.
“Language” She scolded him.
“..what did you do?” He asked.
“Those guys looked like they’ve skipped most of their leg days. I figured I should give them one. They wanted to talk about flat tires, I gave them a pair..one on each side too front and back, left and right..so it won’t be the easiest to spot and unbalanced the hell out of their precious equipment enhancer.”
He sat there in shock for a good five seconds.
“So wait a minute. You didn’t want me to fight them but it was perfectly fine for you to slash up their tires?! How is that fair?!”
She looks at him, stating matter of factly. “Well Experience over age, I’ve slashed enough tires in my life to know how to do it low-key besides by the time they are done with their jokes and scrubbing themselves up. You and me will be far away from this gym and enjoying something better. Besides they said it themselves. They can always call for some dude from the nearest gas station to fill em’ up..before filling those punks up.”
She bellows out a sinister deep laugh as Luther sits there terrified looking at her. “Remind me never to piss you off Esme..”