| Welcome to Full Intensity Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| No brain pain, no train, no gain.; Sam suffers, but for our amusement. | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 17 2005, 05:56 AM (48 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Mar 17 2005, 05:56 AM Post #1 |
![]()
Opossum Queen of FIW
![]()
|
Ahh, the gym we’ve not been here in a while, but it’s okay because nothing much has changed. Bill and Sam come in the doors, Tier is already there, like he normally is. Sam has borrowed a pair of Bill’s sunglasses, but other than that they look like they always do when coming to train. They both make their way over to Tier who is doing some training himself. BK: Hey. Tier nods and goes back to lifting some free weights, eyeing the two as Bill takes up the squat machine and Sam lays down on the bench press. Tier sets his weights down and approaches Sam. Tier: You’ll need a spot, especially in your condition. Sam sighs. Sam: You’re probably right… thanks. Tier nods and watches as Sam manages to get the bar off the bench, presses up twice, then replaces it and clutches her head, sitting up. Sam: Ow, ow, ow. Tier: I figured that might happen. I think you can stand to miss a day of training. Sam: I was secretly hoping you’d say that. Tier sits next to Sam and looks to her. She taps her temple. Sam: This is the first serious head injury I’ve had, and I’m not sure how to take it. Tier: Get used to them. I’m up around eight now. Maybe nine. I always forget. Sam laughs but cuts it short, since laughing hurts the brain case. Tier: You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, by the way. Vinj is notoriously lucky. It looks like skill in the eyes of an uneducated observer. Sam: I actually don’t feel TOO bad about. I mean, I got my head busted pretty hard against a turnbuckle. That’s better than if I just got pinned somehow. But a loss is a loss… I hate them all. Tier: You get used to those, too. Sam: I hope I don’t have to. Tier: Keep up your training mentally and physically. There’s no reason you should lose if you have the right state of mind and the prowess. Sam nods, not much to say to that, so Tier changes the subject. Tier: Has Bill spoken to you about the match? Sam: Not yet. I wasn’t up to much talking last night. Tier: Understandable. Sam: As soon as my head stops pounding I’ll go over there and talk to him. There’s a space of silence and Sam looks to Tier. Sam: Y’know we get along a lot better when I’m in pain. Tier: The pain has nothing to do with it. You’ve changed a lot since we last sat and had a chat. Sam chuckles a bit. Sam: Yeah, I got a haircut. Tier cracks a smile. A real one. Tier: More than that, and you know it. Sam points. Sam: Ha! Smile. Tier: It happens every now and then. Sam: It’s nice to see. She smiles herself, gets up, and moves toward the squat machine where Bill is doing what appears to be a bit of a jig whilst hissing. Sam: Can you talk whilst hissing? BK: Hsssssure. Bill smiles at his own joke and tries his best to stop making the noise. Sam laughs, ‘cuz that was pretty funny. Sam: Well, *clears throat* I know you’re pretty mad that Madison tossed me into this match with you and Brighty. I figured you’d might wanna talk about it. Like a… game plan… or something. BK: Well, if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem for you, I’d like it if you stayed on the apron. Hisssss. It’s hard to suppress, really. Sam: I kinda figured maybe you’d want something like that. I don’t really have a problem with it. Bill nods. BK: I’ll make it worth your while. Sam: How? Bill finally finishes squatting and leaves the machine, setting down and dabbing the sweat from his forehead. BK: I dunno. After I give the fat man the beating of his life I’ll let you get the pin or something. Get a few good kicks in. Sam: Can I bring a book? And maaaybe a pillow? Depending on how my head feels? BK: Knock yourself out. Though your head should be fine by then. Sam: I hope so. This sucks. BK: I’m not the one to ask about concussions. Tier’s had, like, fifty. Sam: He said he’s had about eight or nine. Where’d you learn how to count? BK: New York City public school. Sam shakes her head, eyes closed. She moves next to Bill on the bench, pointing toward Tier, leaning against Bill. Sam: He smiled twice in the space of a few minutes. I think he’s getting soft on us. BK: He smiles all the time, hon. You’re just not around. Sam: Ah. He must like you better, then. BK: Well, I didn’t provoke him to physicality when I first met him. Sam: I apologized! Her brain suddenly reminds her with a flush of pain that yelling is not the best course of action. BK: He’s actually not a bad guy when you get to know him. I was kinda hoping Denny’s would’ve brought you guys together, but you just had another argument. I feel so fuckin’ awkward when you two start goin’ at it. Like I don’t know who’s side to take. Sam: I don’t think you have to worry much anymore. We’ve had two conversations and there wasn’t any yelling. BK: Good stuff. See if you can’t keep that record up. He’s a smart guy, Scott. Listen to him, he can help you out. Sam: I know he’s a good guy. I just… was really dumb. BK: We all get like that. Me, for instance, thinking I could choke out Brighty. Sam stands up and kisses his forehead. Sam: You’ll kick his ass this week. Don’t worry about it. Bill smiles. BK: I’m not worried. I’m gonna slice him up with some kicks and spread him across the mat like he does with a butter pat every night to get off. Sam: Ewwwwww! BK: Yeah, Brighty’s gross. How the hell did he win FIW’s Mr. Sexy or whatever it is he did? Sam: It was a joke, I’m sure. BK: That or he had some crazy-ass homo fanboy. Pause for effect. Sam kisses him again, this time on the lips. Sam: I’m gonna go lay down on one of the mats. Probably near Tier so I can request that he jab me in an hour if I fall asleep… or something. Bill kisses her back and gives her a thumbs up. BK: Hope you don’t get tripped over by a muscle man. Sam: That’s the other reason I’m going near Tier. Sam smiles and does the cute wave thing, walking to Tier. She lays down near him and curls up so as not to look completely weird. Sam: Poke at me in an hour? Tier nods, the realizes Sam can’t hear his head moving and speaks. Tier: Yeah. Sam: Thanks. She opens one eye and looks in Tier’s general direction. Sam: Is this going to go away by tomorrow or do I have to invest in another bottle of Tylenol? Tier: It will be a distant memory. Sam nods and closes her eye and the scene fades. |
[align=center] ![]() [/align]
| |
![]() |
|
| « Previous Topic · TNT Roleplays · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
7:06 PM Jul 11
|














7:06 PM Jul 11