Post by Biggs on Apr 29, 2006 19:35:57 GMT -5
As the scene comes into focus, the first thing we all see is JJ Biggs' shaking, blood red face as he tries with all his might to get one last press of the unknown amount of weight on the bench. His hair is soaked with sweat and it isn't slowing down yet as his forehead is glistening in the light. Finally, with one last surge of strength he gets the bar up and he rests it on the rack with a thud.
Jake Hudson is leaning against the wall next to the bench with a white towel over his shoulder. After he sees JJ sit up, he pushes himself off of the wall and he walks up beside JJ. He hands him the towel and JJ uses it to wipe the sweat off of his face. He drops the towel next to the bench and he starts to get up, but Jake puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jake Hudson: Where are you going?
JJ Biggs: To get a drink of water.
Jake Hudson: No, you're not. Are you going to take a drink break during your match tomorrow night? You think the Ace is going to sit back in a corner and wait for you to get a drink of water? Hell no. So, you'll go without until this workout is finished.
JJ rolls his eyes as he sits back down on the bench. He slowly lies down on his back, moving his head so he doesn't hit it on the bar.
Jake Hudson: I want you to do another set of this and then we are going to move on to something else.
JJ Biggs: What's the next thing?
Jake Hudson: I don't know, I'll think of something. Anyway, I want you to do fifteen of these. I don't want you resting the weight on your chest nor do I want you to hold it up in the air with your arms extended. I want these reputations to be at a steady, fluent pace.
JJ Biggs: Why? Before it didn't matter how long it took just as long as I got it done.
Jake Hudson: Two reasons: One, because I said so. Two, when you're wrestling Ace tomorrow night I want you to be quick. You've made it a second nature to take your time when you're beating down your opponent. I don't want the Ace to be able to breathe tomorrow night. I don't want you taking your time between moves allowing Ace enough time to regain his breath which will give him the ability to counter whatever you throw at him. You do this, you gain stamina. You gain stamina, you can move at a quick pace for a solid length of time. I know, you don't need to improve to beat Ace, but you will need to improve to beat the rest of the competition and now is the best time to start. So, go ahead.
JJ nods as he sticks his arms up in the air and he grabs onto the bar. He takes a few deep breaths before lifting the bar off of the rack. His arms are shaking now as he holds the weight high above his chest. It's doubtful that he can even get five.
He lowers the bar slowly and he gives it a push, trying his best to get it in the air. His legs are up in the air as he is trying to use every way he can to make it easier. Jake sees this, and he decides to take action to make sure that JJ succeeds.
Jake Hudson: That's only one, JJ! Lift that God damn weight faster! Everybody and their fucking brother is going to be watching this workout. Do you want Ace to watch this and laugh as you struggle? The jackass already thinks you're nothing, but we both know you could punch his face in.
Picture his face in your mind, and picture your big-ass boot smacking him in the face every time you lift that bar up. Think of the ass kicking you're going to give to the son of a bitch at Payback tomorrow. Think of how he will be kissing your feet and begging you to let him leave with the ability to walk. Think of the referee counting to three after you hit your signature move.
You've tasted victory before, and I know that taste never gets old. Think of the sweet victory that you'll get tomorrow. Let that and that alone motivate you to not only get through this workout, but motivate you to go to the arena tomorrow in your best physical and mental condition since you began your career. Want this victory more than he does! Lift that fucking weight!
JJ is straining more than ever, now. He only has two more to go, but his arms are shaking violently as he pushes the bar up again. He doesn't waste anytime as he slowly lowers it back down to about an inch from his chest. He holds his breath and pushes with all he has left as he gets the bar up once again.
Jake is still yelling at JJ, but he is drowning it out now as he lowers the bar again. His teeth are grinding together as he gives it one last surge of force as he gets to the bar back up in the air. He rests it on the rack. He is breathing hard now as he slowly sits upright.
Jake has a huge smile on his face as he walks up behind JJ and pats him on the back. He has a new towel as he hands it to JJ. Once again, he wipes his face off.
Jake Hudson: Great job, man. You're going to crush Ace's skull tomorrow.
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
JJ's reply was so faint, Jake could hardly hear it. He sighs as he walks over to the table. He grabs JJ's bottle of water and he takes it over to him. JJ snatches it from him and he unscrews the lid. He takes a huge drink from it.
Jake Hudson: I was just joking before. This was the end of your workout. You did great. I am more than confident that you will walk out the victor tomorrow. Let's get out of this dump. This is going to be the last time we train in a Gym outside of Miami. This place is a dump.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, it's not near as good as the one we go to in Miami.
The two of them talk for a few more minutes. Then, JJ gets up off of the bench and the two of them walk across the Gym. They walk over to the locker room entrance and they disappear down the hallway.
Jake Hudson is leaning against the wall next to the bench with a white towel over his shoulder. After he sees JJ sit up, he pushes himself off of the wall and he walks up beside JJ. He hands him the towel and JJ uses it to wipe the sweat off of his face. He drops the towel next to the bench and he starts to get up, but Jake puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jake Hudson: Where are you going?
JJ Biggs: To get a drink of water.
Jake Hudson: No, you're not. Are you going to take a drink break during your match tomorrow night? You think the Ace is going to sit back in a corner and wait for you to get a drink of water? Hell no. So, you'll go without until this workout is finished.
JJ rolls his eyes as he sits back down on the bench. He slowly lies down on his back, moving his head so he doesn't hit it on the bar.
Jake Hudson: I want you to do another set of this and then we are going to move on to something else.
JJ Biggs: What's the next thing?
Jake Hudson: I don't know, I'll think of something. Anyway, I want you to do fifteen of these. I don't want you resting the weight on your chest nor do I want you to hold it up in the air with your arms extended. I want these reputations to be at a steady, fluent pace.
JJ Biggs: Why? Before it didn't matter how long it took just as long as I got it done.
Jake Hudson: Two reasons: One, because I said so. Two, when you're wrestling Ace tomorrow night I want you to be quick. You've made it a second nature to take your time when you're beating down your opponent. I don't want the Ace to be able to breathe tomorrow night. I don't want you taking your time between moves allowing Ace enough time to regain his breath which will give him the ability to counter whatever you throw at him. You do this, you gain stamina. You gain stamina, you can move at a quick pace for a solid length of time. I know, you don't need to improve to beat Ace, but you will need to improve to beat the rest of the competition and now is the best time to start. So, go ahead.
JJ nods as he sticks his arms up in the air and he grabs onto the bar. He takes a few deep breaths before lifting the bar off of the rack. His arms are shaking now as he holds the weight high above his chest. It's doubtful that he can even get five.
He lowers the bar slowly and he gives it a push, trying his best to get it in the air. His legs are up in the air as he is trying to use every way he can to make it easier. Jake sees this, and he decides to take action to make sure that JJ succeeds.
Jake Hudson: That's only one, JJ! Lift that God damn weight faster! Everybody and their fucking brother is going to be watching this workout. Do you want Ace to watch this and laugh as you struggle? The jackass already thinks you're nothing, but we both know you could punch his face in.
Picture his face in your mind, and picture your big-ass boot smacking him in the face every time you lift that bar up. Think of the ass kicking you're going to give to the son of a bitch at Payback tomorrow. Think of how he will be kissing your feet and begging you to let him leave with the ability to walk. Think of the referee counting to three after you hit your signature move.
You've tasted victory before, and I know that taste never gets old. Think of the sweet victory that you'll get tomorrow. Let that and that alone motivate you to not only get through this workout, but motivate you to go to the arena tomorrow in your best physical and mental condition since you began your career. Want this victory more than he does! Lift that fucking weight!
JJ is straining more than ever, now. He only has two more to go, but his arms are shaking violently as he pushes the bar up again. He doesn't waste anytime as he slowly lowers it back down to about an inch from his chest. He holds his breath and pushes with all he has left as he gets the bar up once again.
Jake is still yelling at JJ, but he is drowning it out now as he lowers the bar again. His teeth are grinding together as he gives it one last surge of force as he gets to the bar back up in the air. He rests it on the rack. He is breathing hard now as he slowly sits upright.
Jake has a huge smile on his face as he walks up behind JJ and pats him on the back. He has a new towel as he hands it to JJ. Once again, he wipes his face off.
Jake Hudson: Great job, man. You're going to crush Ace's skull tomorrow.
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
JJ's reply was so faint, Jake could hardly hear it. He sighs as he walks over to the table. He grabs JJ's bottle of water and he takes it over to him. JJ snatches it from him and he unscrews the lid. He takes a huge drink from it.
Jake Hudson: I was just joking before. This was the end of your workout. You did great. I am more than confident that you will walk out the victor tomorrow. Let's get out of this dump. This is going to be the last time we train in a Gym outside of Miami. This place is a dump.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, it's not near as good as the one we go to in Miami.
The two of them talk for a few more minutes. Then, JJ gets up off of the bench and the two of them walk across the Gym. They walk over to the locker room entrance and they disappear down the hallway.
