"Stronger, Faster, Tougher, Better."
Apr 20, 2021 21:06:45 GMT -5
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Post by Joseph Mack on Apr 20, 2021 21:06:45 GMT -5
We open on Joseph Mack in the gym, pounding away at a rowing machine, drenched in sweat. Finally he comes to a stop, wiping some sweat from his face with a towel before the camera follows his gaze, slowly up the shapely, athletic physique of a tattooed, pierced, pink-haired Quebecois beauty who is smiling down at him.
“Salut canon.”
“Salut Marie.”
“No big weights today, eh?”
Mack is smiling a little, shaking his head.
“Openweight championship tournament coming. Need to go hard on the cardio. If I want that belt I gotta win three matches in one night. Need to make sure I have plenty of gas in the tank for that one.”
Marie raises an eyebrow playfully.
“Three opponents in one night, doesn’t sound easy for anyone.”
Mack shrugs.
“Four actually. First match is a triple threat.”
“Sounds like a lot of work. ‘Ow are you gonna take care of dat?”
Mack stands slowly, towering over the woman with a grin on his face.
“Stronger, faster, tougher, better. Can’t win every fight every night but if I want that gold I gotta do it on the 28th. And I want that gold, Marie. In professional wrestling there’s one thing that matters to me.”
“Oui?”
“Being the best. And if I go through that tournament and win all those matches, all me, no bullshit, no one running interference for me, and I walk out with that belt? Far as I’m concerned, that makes me the best in NPW.”
“But your friends will be there to watch your back, eh? Isabel?”
Mack shakes his head.
“She’s got a title match of her own in SWAT to worry about.”
“The ‘ockey players, Gally et Chucky?”
“Tag title match of their own in their home fed.”
Marie pauses a moment before cocking her head slightly.
“So… you want me to come?”
Mack blinks in surprise before laughing softly, shaking his head.
“With respect Marie, I think having to worry about making sure you’re okay backstage might not be super helpful for me.”
Marie smirks a little, hooking a fingertip into the waist of his shorts.
“So maybe I just wait back at your ‘otel to congratulate the champ?”
The two share devilish grins before Mack gives a little nod.
“Okay, yeah, I can work with that.”
The camera fades out as Marie saunters off, Mack watching her go before getting back on the rowing machine and getting back to work.
“Salut canon.”
“Salut Marie.”
“No big weights today, eh?”
Mack is smiling a little, shaking his head.
“Openweight championship tournament coming. Need to go hard on the cardio. If I want that belt I gotta win three matches in one night. Need to make sure I have plenty of gas in the tank for that one.”
Marie raises an eyebrow playfully.
“Three opponents in one night, doesn’t sound easy for anyone.”
Mack shrugs.
“Four actually. First match is a triple threat.”
“Sounds like a lot of work. ‘Ow are you gonna take care of dat?”
Mack stands slowly, towering over the woman with a grin on his face.
“Stronger, faster, tougher, better. Can’t win every fight every night but if I want that gold I gotta do it on the 28th. And I want that gold, Marie. In professional wrestling there’s one thing that matters to me.”
“Oui?”
“Being the best. And if I go through that tournament and win all those matches, all me, no bullshit, no one running interference for me, and I walk out with that belt? Far as I’m concerned, that makes me the best in NPW.”
“But your friends will be there to watch your back, eh? Isabel?”
Mack shakes his head.
“She’s got a title match of her own in SWAT to worry about.”
“The ‘ockey players, Gally et Chucky?”
“Tag title match of their own in their home fed.”
Marie pauses a moment before cocking her head slightly.
“So… you want me to come?”
Mack blinks in surprise before laughing softly, shaking his head.
“With respect Marie, I think having to worry about making sure you’re okay backstage might not be super helpful for me.”
Marie smirks a little, hooking a fingertip into the waist of his shorts.
“So maybe I just wait back at your ‘otel to congratulate the champ?”
The two share devilish grins before Mack gives a little nod.
“Okay, yeah, I can work with that.”
The camera fades out as Marie saunters off, Mack watching her go before getting back on the rowing machine and getting back to work.