Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 21, 2018 18:44:51 GMT
Last Week.
Sal’s Soul Crushing Gym…(and MMA school naturally)
In the locker room.
“Fucker.” Joe says as he ends the call not wanting to hear Nanook’s bullshit anymore. He wants to throw his phone. He wants to just smash it with everything he has into the tiled floor that you know at some point some roided out fuck head as pissed on thinking that he’s funny. “Look you fuckers!” he says as he laughs as he waves his dick around pissing on everything and then he chases one of his buddies who, you know the one that looked at his cock and pointed out how small it is and then threatens to “Show him how small it is.” The locker room is just this weird place to be sometimes.
Speaking of weird places….
As Joe reframes from smashing his phone, the other guy who was in the locker room taking a shower has dressed somewhat, Joe Boxer boxers and flip flops and he’s still dripping wet and he is walking up to Joe with a look of “I mean business” on his face just as James Kelloggs walks around the corner with a “You Mother Fucker! How dare you!” look on his face.
“Listen man.” Joe Boxer man says.
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!” James yells at Joe at the same time.
“OH shit!” Joe goes.
“Fucking Mexico?”
“You got to go.”
“You couldn’t even fucking tell me?”
“I was going to.”
“When? From Mexico!”
“No!”
“The fuck you weren’t!”
“You kind isn’t wanted around here man.”
“It’s not even a thing yet.”
“Oh! SO you were going to wait till it was a thing and then tell me?”
“Something like that!”
“Bull Fucking Shit! You weren’t going to tell me shit!”
“Okay! So what!”
“YO! Turd Burglar! You gots to go! Ain’t no faggots wanted here.” Joe Boxer man inserts himself in mist of Joe and James bitching at one another.
Joe slowly turns and faces this guy, this guy who has puffed his chest out to make himself looks bigger. Joe has seen him before, rolling around on the mat playing grab ass with the other knuckleheads during the training sessions when the gym is no longer a gym but a MMA School. Joe looks at him like “What did you just say?”
“What did you say?”
“You fucking heard me…..fag.” Joe Boxer man says dropping the double F bomb.
Joe sighs. He glances at James.
“I was going to tell you, I was going to tell you when I knew that this was a sure thing. Not before.”
“Oh, how considerate of you.” James says.
“Yeah! It is! I wanted to make sure they wanted the Bad Ass and not Scrappy.”
“I ain’t telling you again….” Joe Boxer says as he goes to shove Joe this time, only Joe snatches his arm and drives the guy down to the bench, face first and slams his knee into the guy’s shoulder and starts to pull back on the guys arm, pulling back against his elbow. This little maneuver naturally busted Joe Boxer’s nose and he’s bleeding pretty good.
“Yeah! I’m telling you right now! I ain’t going all the way to Mexico to dress up as fucking Scrappy again!”
“And that is why I wanted to get the low down of the place first.” Joe says hoping that James buys his line of BS. He had no plans whatsoever of telling
James about Mexico. Joe Boxer being Mister MMA Tough guy tries to get out of and Joe cranks back more on his elbow and it’s got to hurt.
“Fucking….faggot….fuck.” is all that Joe Boxer manages to get out. Joe rolls his eyes.
“You asked for it buddy.” Joe says as he then proceeds to steps up on the guy’s shoulder while holding his arm bent upwards, taking his left foot, places it just below his elbow and proceeds to take a step while holding his arm steady. Joe Boxer screams bloody murder as Joe snaps his elbow backwards damn near 90 degrees. It has to hurt like fuck. The snapping of ligaments was pretty audible over his screams not to mention the rotator cuff damage that might have happened as well.
As Joe steps off of him, Joe Boxer flops on the floor and holds his arm. You can see the pain on his face. He cradles his arm and scoots back away from Joe as the shock of it all is starting to hit him.
“So when are we going?” James ask as Joe gathers his stuff. Joe Boxer is looking at his elbow, looking up at Joe and you know he’s thinking about getting up and going at it with Joe, but the pain shooting up his arm is real unbearable.
“Seriously?” Joe says as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.
“Hell yes! I want to look those fuckers in the eye and tell em, I ain’t your little cosplay puppy!”
This makes Joe laugh. Cosplay puppy! What a image that is. As they push the door open and step out into the hallway acting like nothing has happened, a couple of other meatheads are rushing towards the locker room once they heard the screams.
“I guess if you want to go then I guess….” Joe says as James’ phone rings. James has a puzzled look on his face as he checks the caller ID.
“The hell?” James says as he answers the phone. “Hello? Hey! Max! Brother, long time no see! How’s the school? Good. Good to hear. Say what?”
James holds his hand out signalling for Joe to stop. A couple of Joe Boxer’s buddy flood out into the hallway all of em not looking very happy. Joe glances their way.
“Bester?” James says. This causes Joe to look down at his little buddy. “Oh yeah we’re still looking for him. Really? You don’t say. Next week? Hold on.”
Joe tightens his hold of his backpack incase he has to use the thing as a shot put in a second or two. Joe Boxer’s buddies meanwhile are staring him down, debating, much debating is going on. They have to think right now so this might take a minute or two.
“Remember my buddy Max I was telling you about? I trained under him for a bit.”
“Okay?” Joe says as he checks on the muscle heads.
“He opened a school, puts on shows once a month.”
“Okay.”
“He tells me Nanook called him, wants to book Bester for a match next week. Wants to know if we’re interested in taking part of the show.”
Joe looks down at James. He wants to smirk but doesn’t with a pack of riod boys debating on weather to run him down or not.
“Looks like we’re going to Cali first.”
James smiles. He doesn’t give a shit.
“Max? Make it happen buddy. We’ll be there. Yup. Thanks.”
James ends the calls and pats Joe on the thigh.
“Let’s go man. We don’t have time for this shit today.”
“Hmmm” Joe says as they continue to walk towards the front door. Joe Boxer comes out of the locker room holding his arm looking at sorts of butt hurt.
“Man...forget that guy. Fuck him.” He says mostly because he wants to get some medical attention on his arm and pop some pain killers, the second hobby in his life…..
Fade out.
Sal’s Soul Crushing Gym…(and MMA school naturally)
In the locker room.
“Fucker.” Joe says as he ends the call not wanting to hear Nanook’s bullshit anymore. He wants to throw his phone. He wants to just smash it with everything he has into the tiled floor that you know at some point some roided out fuck head as pissed on thinking that he’s funny. “Look you fuckers!” he says as he laughs as he waves his dick around pissing on everything and then he chases one of his buddies who, you know the one that looked at his cock and pointed out how small it is and then threatens to “Show him how small it is.” The locker room is just this weird place to be sometimes.
Speaking of weird places….
As Joe reframes from smashing his phone, the other guy who was in the locker room taking a shower has dressed somewhat, Joe Boxer boxers and flip flops and he’s still dripping wet and he is walking up to Joe with a look of “I mean business” on his face just as James Kelloggs walks around the corner with a “You Mother Fucker! How dare you!” look on his face.
“Listen man.” Joe Boxer man says.
“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!” James yells at Joe at the same time.
“OH shit!” Joe goes.
“Fucking Mexico?”
“You got to go.”
“You couldn’t even fucking tell me?”
“I was going to.”
“When? From Mexico!”
“No!”
“The fuck you weren’t!”
“You kind isn’t wanted around here man.”
“It’s not even a thing yet.”
“Oh! SO you were going to wait till it was a thing and then tell me?”
“Something like that!”
“Bull Fucking Shit! You weren’t going to tell me shit!”
“Okay! So what!”
“YO! Turd Burglar! You gots to go! Ain’t no faggots wanted here.” Joe Boxer man inserts himself in mist of Joe and James bitching at one another.
Joe slowly turns and faces this guy, this guy who has puffed his chest out to make himself looks bigger. Joe has seen him before, rolling around on the mat playing grab ass with the other knuckleheads during the training sessions when the gym is no longer a gym but a MMA School. Joe looks at him like “What did you just say?”
“What did you say?”
“You fucking heard me…..fag.” Joe Boxer man says dropping the double F bomb.
Joe sighs. He glances at James.
“I was going to tell you, I was going to tell you when I knew that this was a sure thing. Not before.”
“Oh, how considerate of you.” James says.
“Yeah! It is! I wanted to make sure they wanted the Bad Ass and not Scrappy.”
“I ain’t telling you again….” Joe Boxer says as he goes to shove Joe this time, only Joe snatches his arm and drives the guy down to the bench, face first and slams his knee into the guy’s shoulder and starts to pull back on the guys arm, pulling back against his elbow. This little maneuver naturally busted Joe Boxer’s nose and he’s bleeding pretty good.
“Yeah! I’m telling you right now! I ain’t going all the way to Mexico to dress up as fucking Scrappy again!”
“And that is why I wanted to get the low down of the place first.” Joe says hoping that James buys his line of BS. He had no plans whatsoever of telling
James about Mexico. Joe Boxer being Mister MMA Tough guy tries to get out of and Joe cranks back more on his elbow and it’s got to hurt.
“Fucking….faggot….fuck.” is all that Joe Boxer manages to get out. Joe rolls his eyes.
“You asked for it buddy.” Joe says as he then proceeds to steps up on the guy’s shoulder while holding his arm bent upwards, taking his left foot, places it just below his elbow and proceeds to take a step while holding his arm steady. Joe Boxer screams bloody murder as Joe snaps his elbow backwards damn near 90 degrees. It has to hurt like fuck. The snapping of ligaments was pretty audible over his screams not to mention the rotator cuff damage that might have happened as well.
As Joe steps off of him, Joe Boxer flops on the floor and holds his arm. You can see the pain on his face. He cradles his arm and scoots back away from Joe as the shock of it all is starting to hit him.
“So when are we going?” James ask as Joe gathers his stuff. Joe Boxer is looking at his elbow, looking up at Joe and you know he’s thinking about getting up and going at it with Joe, but the pain shooting up his arm is real unbearable.
“Seriously?” Joe says as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.
“Hell yes! I want to look those fuckers in the eye and tell em, I ain’t your little cosplay puppy!”
This makes Joe laugh. Cosplay puppy! What a image that is. As they push the door open and step out into the hallway acting like nothing has happened, a couple of other meatheads are rushing towards the locker room once they heard the screams.
“I guess if you want to go then I guess….” Joe says as James’ phone rings. James has a puzzled look on his face as he checks the caller ID.
“The hell?” James says as he answers the phone. “Hello? Hey! Max! Brother, long time no see! How’s the school? Good. Good to hear. Say what?”
James holds his hand out signalling for Joe to stop. A couple of Joe Boxer’s buddy flood out into the hallway all of em not looking very happy. Joe glances their way.
“Bester?” James says. This causes Joe to look down at his little buddy. “Oh yeah we’re still looking for him. Really? You don’t say. Next week? Hold on.”
Joe tightens his hold of his backpack incase he has to use the thing as a shot put in a second or two. Joe Boxer’s buddies meanwhile are staring him down, debating, much debating is going on. They have to think right now so this might take a minute or two.
“Remember my buddy Max I was telling you about? I trained under him for a bit.”
“Okay?” Joe says as he checks on the muscle heads.
“He opened a school, puts on shows once a month.”
“Okay.”
“He tells me Nanook called him, wants to book Bester for a match next week. Wants to know if we’re interested in taking part of the show.”
Joe looks down at James. He wants to smirk but doesn’t with a pack of riod boys debating on weather to run him down or not.
“Looks like we’re going to Cali first.”
James smiles. He doesn’t give a shit.
“Max? Make it happen buddy. We’ll be there. Yup. Thanks.”
James ends the calls and pats Joe on the thigh.
“Let’s go man. We don’t have time for this shit today.”
“Hmmm” Joe says as they continue to walk towards the front door. Joe Boxer comes out of the locker room holding his arm looking at sorts of butt hurt.
“Man...forget that guy. Fuck him.” He says mostly because he wants to get some medical attention on his arm and pop some pain killers, the second hobby in his life…..
Fade out.