| Some Spotting?; RP #1 vs. Jon Page | |
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| Jay Wildman | Jan 31 2008, 04:24 AM Post #1 |
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In a retirement home
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Sometimes you wonder what you are doing and how you are doing it. There are things that pop up for no apparent reason other than to throw a roadblock or obstacle in your way. They say that it makes your life better to have these things come up but in the end, can that really be the case? How many times must you suffer the loss of a loved one, the fallout of a relationship or even the near fatal touch of death over and over again without becoming jaded with being alive? Jay Wildman smiled at the thought, knowing that the quote could be construed as the truth even for those who would be opposed to it. There was sort of a fatalistic futility to it all, whether one wished to draw air into their lungs or just let it all go. He couldn’t determine whether this was one of those times or not. His vision cleared slightly and focused on the large bar or weight above his head. He adjusted his body slightly, trying to give it one more good push before his muscles exploded in revolt. Near his head was his spotter, Franz, who cheered him on in the only way that he could, with an overly flamboyant flare that could make even the ladies feel uncomfortable with his preference. Jay blocked the man out of his mind and focused his energy one last time, swearing under his breath. He took a deep breath into his lungs and dropped the weight down to his chest, feeling as if he were taking the entire world down with the bar itself. Jay screamed and he pushed with all of his might, pushing the bar slowly away from his chest. His arms strained with every ounce of power they could muster and he could feel his elbows ready to lock into place when he focused in on the wrong thing, making him lose his concentration completely. The voice of Franz cheering him on with little arm waggles and slight hops caused Jay to laugh slightly, causing the weight to plummet to his chest. Jay used every ounce left to make sure the bar didn’t crack his sternum, but he couldn’t stop it from hitting his chest with a dull thud. He groaned and glared at Franz and he quickly scrambled to the bar and helped Jay lift it up and over to the pins. Jay tried to sit up but the pain of the bar slamming on his chest caused him to wince and lay back down on the bench. He took a moment and closed his eyes, trying to block out everything else. You know, if it weren’t for the fact that I really wanted this title, I would have been at home tonight wondering when the writer’s strike would be over or who might be the winner of the Super Bowl was going to be. Instead, I have to nearly kill myself because of someone else’s incompetence. Jay opened his eyes and saw Franz standing over him smiling. Jay bolted up to a sitting position even though the pain from his chest shot through him like electricity. Jay spoke through clenched teeth, wanting to make sure that he got his point across even if he couldn’t speak the words clearly. : Jay : Franz, what are you doing?! You know that you have to be my spotter and make sure that the weight doesn’t kill me, not stand there and be a cheerleader! Franz pouted slightly and looked down as if he were being chastised by a parental figure. Jay sighed and knew where this was going but couldn’t do anything except feel the dull throb of the bruise that was sure to form on his chest later. Franz started to speak, his almost cartoonish lisp spoiling any chance that Jay would take him seriously. : Franz : I am thorry! I just thought that you might want to have a cheerleading thection inthtead of being all thweaty and groth! Jay winced again, this time from the pain of having to hold back vicious laughter. He wasn’t even sure why Franz was here, it was clear to everyone that this was his version of a meat on the hoof bar scene and he didn’t take any form of exercise seriously. Well, he might have taken a few forms of exercise seriously, but Jay didn’t want to think if that technically qualified as such. Jay turned and glared at Franz, who backed down like a beaten dog. : Jay : I keep telling you to stop doing that! For Christ’s sake, man! I have a match against Jon Page in a few days and I can’t have someone trying to kill me by not being totally focused… : Franz : But I am focuthed! : Jay : Not on my junk, Franz! I need you to be focused on the weights! : Franz : I can’t help it, thith is jutht thomething that I can’t control! I jutht love theeing the male figure in all of it’th glory! : Jay : Have you ever thought about going to a bar then and pick up men that way…? Franz pondered this question for a moment, his hip jutted out in a way that some of the women in Jay’s life would do. Jay didn’t feel uncomfortable or even threatened, he felt humor and wanted to laugh again at this almost cartoon like figure standing behind him but fought the urge as hard as he could so the pain wouldn’t hit again. Franz took his hand and placed it on his jutted hip and scowled at Jay, but it wasn’t easy to determine if it was in a playful manner or if he was being quite serious. : Franz : You know all of thethe hot wrethtlers and you won’t invite me to one of your thows! I know that I can find mythelf a good man there if you would just bring me along! Jay shook his head and sighed, trying to fight off the combination of frustration and amusement. Jay turned back to Franz and motioned for a towel to try and wipe off some of the sweat that was trickling off of his forehead while addressing Franz’ concerns. : Jay : That is like inviting a wolf to come watch the chickens as they strut around in a cage, that could get dangerous for you, for us and for the industry in general… Franz snatched the towel and threw it at Jay, still scowling and his hip jutted out. : Franz : You jutht hate the fact that I live and alternative lifethtyle! Jay shook his head as he wiped the sweat off of it with the towel Franz threw at him. He stood up and winced some more, trying to fight the torrent of swearing that was fighting its way out of his mouth. : Jay : Damn it man, it isn’t about you being of the queer-gay! You have to understand that there are other people in the industry who are about as tolerant as a group of clansmen at the million man march! You can’t just walk in and watch them do what they do behind the scenes, they will take it the wrong way, they will hurt you or, more than likely kill you. Franz took a step back and placed a hand on his chest, his jaw dropping his shock. He gasped audibly, causing some of the other weightlifters to look their direction. Jay didn’t like where this was going and draped the towel over his head in a vain attempt to try and disguise his face. Franz stood there for a moment before leaning forward, hip still jutted out and wagging his finger at Jay violently. : Franz : I cannot believe that you would be tho intolerant of my thexual lifethtyle! I am not a thexual predator, like thome thtereotypical fag that you might thee in thome cartoon or fantathy! I happen to be a real perthon, Jay Wildman! I know how to exhibit thome thelf control, unlike thome of you oiled up monkeyth! You jutht need to get over your homophobia and let thomeone like me go behind the theneth! I am thure you would get the thrill of your lifetime! Jay hung his head and sighed, hoping that someone didn’t misunderstand this particular confrontation. Franz did have a point to be made about how he was being treated, but there were others here that have treated him much worse. There have been visitors to the gym who have done some vile things to Franz in the past, it was a wonder why he still hung out at a place like this if he were constantly being hurt. Jay turned and placed his finger in Franz’ face, clearly fed up with the outburst. He tried as hard as he could to keep the conversation between them; his voice erupted out of his mouth like a harsh whisper. : Jay : You listen and you listen well, you dumb bastard! You should be happy that there are people in this world who are trying to look out for your best interests, even if all you are concerned about is putting your penis in the next hole you can find! You know who you remind me of? You remind me of people like Jon Page and Mike Polowy, people who can’t seem to think of others and only themselves! You should be happy to have people like that out there, just like they should be happy that I am here to teach them this lesson! : Franz : Oh no you didn’t! I am not thome little thlut you can cut a promo on, you whore! : Jay : Would you thut up for a moment?! Jay flinched and growled slightly, swearing quietly about this slip up that seemed to leave his mouth almost subconsciously. Franz looked even more shocked than before, his jaw dropped completely and his complexion now a pale white. Jay opened his mouth to apologize but Franz cut him off, nearly sobbing with every word that came out. : Franz : Fine then, you jutht be that way to the betht thpotter you have ever had! I cannot believe that I let you UTHE me like that, you bathtard! Now, if you will EXCUTHE me, I have thome hot tail to get to who needth a REAL thpotter! Franz turned on his heel and pranced off, leaving Jay standing there quietly, looking like a mix between a dumb ass and a harassing bastard. He sighed heavily and took a seat at the edge of the bench, wondering quietly what just happened… |
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