Post by Mary Mac on Mar 13, 2014 10:39:40 GMT -5
Mary Mac has her gym bag over her shoulder, walking at a brisk pace along the sidewalk. Suddenly her phone rings and, after a second digging in the pocket of her warm winter coat, she produces it, smiling as she sees the name on the call display before answering.
Mary Mac: Hey, what's up? No, I can talk for a few minutes, I'm just on my way to the gym.
She falls back into step, clearly listening to the person on the other end of the line, smiling as she walks.
Mary Mac: Yeah, of course I know who I'm facing for my first match! I'm crazy excited. Why? C'mon, you know how much I love Lord Of The Rings. I've still got the books from when I was a kid, I've got the movies on Blu-Ray, DVD and VHS! This is gonna be great!
She pauses a moment, her smile fading a little, stopping just outside the doors of her gym.
Mary Mac: Oh, it's with a 'Y'? Huh. Guess I shouldn't bring 'Return Of The King' for him to sign then, eh? Alright, I gotta go, I'm at the gym. I'll just google this Stryder guy, then.
Mary leans against the wall, phone in her hands as she types away at the screen, muttering "Thank god for google" as we fade to black.
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We're in the gym now, Mary in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She's clearly already started her workout, a light sheen of sweat on her bare arms and upper chest, taking a long drink from a water bottle before addressing the camera.
Mary Mac: Slam! On the 16th of March I make my WCF debut, taking on the six foot, five inch, two hundred seventy-five pound behemouth Stryder. Now I'll admit I don't know too much about this guy; he's every bit as new to WCF as I am, but what I have learned is... well, he's bigger than me. Almost a foot taller than me! Well over a hundred pounds heavier! Suffice it to say, I'm not going to be looking to trade powerbombs with this guy, y'know?
Gesturing for the cameraman to follow her, she leads the way over to a heavily-loaded barbell on the floor.
Mary Mac: So, what can I do against someone that size? Well, it's a safe bet to say I've got a bit of a speed advantage, so I aim to take advantage of that. I don't see this guy hanging with my agility either, and endurance? Well, it's gotta be a whole lot easier to haul around a hundred and forty pounds than two hundred seventy-five, right? But that leaves out a big advantage, a glaring one, in Stryder's favour. Size. Power. What am I going to do about that?
Mary taps the barbell lightly with the toe of her running shoe.
Mary Mac: Two hundred seventy-five pounds, right here. Not including the weight of the bar. Watch this.
Mary positions herself in front of the bar, bending over at the waist to grasp it in a standard over-under grip. Careful to keep her hips back, to keep her back from arching, she takes a deep breath before exhaling with a slight grunt as she deadlifts the barbell. She lowers the weight, then lifts it again. And again. And again. Eight times in total before letting the weight drop with a heavy thud. Stepping back, she turns and grins at the camera, still breathing deeply.
Mary Mac: See, I don't need to be stronger than Stryder. I just need to be strong enough to beat him. If I can haul this weight off the floor eight times, then I can haul his ass up for the Snap Decision once, and trust me, I'll only need to do it once.
Grinning, she playfully tosses her a gym towel at the camera, letting it cover the lens.
Mary Mac: Now I need a shower, and you're not filming that. See you on the 16th!
Mary Mac: Hey, what's up? No, I can talk for a few minutes, I'm just on my way to the gym.
She falls back into step, clearly listening to the person on the other end of the line, smiling as she walks.
Mary Mac: Yeah, of course I know who I'm facing for my first match! I'm crazy excited. Why? C'mon, you know how much I love Lord Of The Rings. I've still got the books from when I was a kid, I've got the movies on Blu-Ray, DVD and VHS! This is gonna be great!
She pauses a moment, her smile fading a little, stopping just outside the doors of her gym.
Mary Mac: Oh, it's with a 'Y'? Huh. Guess I shouldn't bring 'Return Of The King' for him to sign then, eh? Alright, I gotta go, I'm at the gym. I'll just google this Stryder guy, then.
Mary leans against the wall, phone in her hands as she types away at the screen, muttering "Thank god for google" as we fade to black.
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We're in the gym now, Mary in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She's clearly already started her workout, a light sheen of sweat on her bare arms and upper chest, taking a long drink from a water bottle before addressing the camera.
Mary Mac: Slam! On the 16th of March I make my WCF debut, taking on the six foot, five inch, two hundred seventy-five pound behemouth Stryder. Now I'll admit I don't know too much about this guy; he's every bit as new to WCF as I am, but what I have learned is... well, he's bigger than me. Almost a foot taller than me! Well over a hundred pounds heavier! Suffice it to say, I'm not going to be looking to trade powerbombs with this guy, y'know?
Gesturing for the cameraman to follow her, she leads the way over to a heavily-loaded barbell on the floor.
Mary Mac: So, what can I do against someone that size? Well, it's a safe bet to say I've got a bit of a speed advantage, so I aim to take advantage of that. I don't see this guy hanging with my agility either, and endurance? Well, it's gotta be a whole lot easier to haul around a hundred and forty pounds than two hundred seventy-five, right? But that leaves out a big advantage, a glaring one, in Stryder's favour. Size. Power. What am I going to do about that?
Mary taps the barbell lightly with the toe of her running shoe.
Mary Mac: Two hundred seventy-five pounds, right here. Not including the weight of the bar. Watch this.
Mary positions herself in front of the bar, bending over at the waist to grasp it in a standard over-under grip. Careful to keep her hips back, to keep her back from arching, she takes a deep breath before exhaling with a slight grunt as she deadlifts the barbell. She lowers the weight, then lifts it again. And again. And again. Eight times in total before letting the weight drop with a heavy thud. Stepping back, she turns and grins at the camera, still breathing deeply.
Mary Mac: See, I don't need to be stronger than Stryder. I just need to be strong enough to beat him. If I can haul this weight off the floor eight times, then I can haul his ass up for the Snap Decision once, and trust me, I'll only need to do it once.
Grinning, she playfully tosses her a gym towel at the camera, letting it cover the lens.
Mary Mac: Now I need a shower, and you're not filming that. See you on the 16th!
