Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2016 2:32:34 GMT
“Have you seen this guy? He’s got the face of an Angel”, Van reaches over the breakfast table to Coach Smith with his phone in his hand to show Coach a picture of Seth Daniels
Coach swipes his hand away at the phone and it lands on the table at the diner they’re in, “What’s wrong with you?
Seriously?"
His face squinted, Van picks up his phone from the table, "You could've fucking cracked the screen coach"
"Does it look like I give a shit Van?" Coach leans forward across the table keeping his voice low, "I came to eat breakfast and lay out your training plan for the day. You're going to take this serious or I'm leaving. When you told me you wanted to be a professional wrestler I agreed to follow you so I could make any money that I can since you got me fired for your anitcs"
Van gives off a slight laugh, "I thought you followed me because your wife kicked you out of the house?"
The sound of a metal spoon landing in a glass bowl echoes throughout the diner as Coach Smith continues to look down at his bowl of oatmeal.
"I didn't mean it, I was just kidding." Van leans back and doesn't take his eyes off of Coach Smith, "C'mon say something"
Nodding with his lips pursed together Coach Smith slowly looks up at Van, "You want me to say something? I'll say something. If you don't stop talking about angel face and finish your eggs, you're going to wear them."
Standing up from the table Coach Smith throws down enough cash to cover the bill and walks out the door of the diner
"Why would I wear my eggs? I don't get it?" Van shrugs and leans over his plate trying to shovel the rest of his eggs into his mouth before jumping up from the diner booth and running out the door following Coach Smith.
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We last left Van in the diner, but now he's on a deadlift platform in Coach Smith's training facility. The scene opens as Van is screaming loudly as he deadlifts the bar with numerous plates on each side. His veins bulge from his arms as he locks out the final rep before dropping the bar back down to the platform. Coach Smith pats him on the back before motioning to the camera
"Now go take care of your other business. Good shit Van."
Van takes his shirt off and walks towards the camera
"I make my debut at the second ever Engage show, and you'd probably think I'm nervous? Then you'd probably be wrong. My opponent, the Angel Face Seth Daniels seems like he's quite manly man. Bro, please. I've seen you before and to say you're anything manly could be the understatement of the year -- what's manly about you dude? Your girlish figure? Your slender build? Which reminds me, how far along are you in your transition?"
"STAY ON TOPIC" Coach Smith yells from behind Van as he cleans up the weight room
"Did you just see that lift Seth? That's manly. That's aggressive. That's what being a superior athlete looks like. I'm a first round draft pick, not a twink. Any lack of experience I have in the ring will be made up by my superior physicality, but I'm sure you'll have a grand ole time telling me about how much better you are. So I'll just cut you off there. You don't know what I'm capable of yet, but you'll soon find out along with the rest of this company what greatness looks like."
"You don't seem like much of a 'sports' guy -- maybe more of an ice skating guy, so I don't expect you to know my name. Fortunately you'll never be able to forget it after this week, but yours will be an answer on a quiz show. Who was the first win of Van's fucking fantastic wrestling career? Hmm? They'll forget. Trebek will have to fill them in. Don't let it get you down though Seth, it's not your fault. In a place like this there can only be one extremely good looking guy who loves to take his shirt off."
Van takes his thumbs and points to himself with a smile on his face
"Make sure you eat your Wheaties and take some vitamins or something because you may want to hit me as hard as you can and as often as I let you, but after this week you're going to leave that ring decapitated after I plant my this forearm into the side of your skull. Take a good look at greatness, and enjoy your time riding the pine JV pretty boy. IT'S GAME TIME BABY. WOO!"
Coach swipes his hand away at the phone and it lands on the table at the diner they’re in, “What’s wrong with you?
Seriously?"
His face squinted, Van picks up his phone from the table, "You could've fucking cracked the screen coach"
"Does it look like I give a shit Van?" Coach leans forward across the table keeping his voice low, "I came to eat breakfast and lay out your training plan for the day. You're going to take this serious or I'm leaving. When you told me you wanted to be a professional wrestler I agreed to follow you so I could make any money that I can since you got me fired for your anitcs"
Van gives off a slight laugh, "I thought you followed me because your wife kicked you out of the house?"
The sound of a metal spoon landing in a glass bowl echoes throughout the diner as Coach Smith continues to look down at his bowl of oatmeal.
"I didn't mean it, I was just kidding." Van leans back and doesn't take his eyes off of Coach Smith, "C'mon say something"
Nodding with his lips pursed together Coach Smith slowly looks up at Van, "You want me to say something? I'll say something. If you don't stop talking about angel face and finish your eggs, you're going to wear them."
Standing up from the table Coach Smith throws down enough cash to cover the bill and walks out the door of the diner
"Why would I wear my eggs? I don't get it?" Van shrugs and leans over his plate trying to shovel the rest of his eggs into his mouth before jumping up from the diner booth and running out the door following Coach Smith.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
We last left Van in the diner, but now he's on a deadlift platform in Coach Smith's training facility. The scene opens as Van is screaming loudly as he deadlifts the bar with numerous plates on each side. His veins bulge from his arms as he locks out the final rep before dropping the bar back down to the platform. Coach Smith pats him on the back before motioning to the camera
"Now go take care of your other business. Good shit Van."
Van takes his shirt off and walks towards the camera
"I make my debut at the second ever Engage show, and you'd probably think I'm nervous? Then you'd probably be wrong. My opponent, the Angel Face Seth Daniels seems like he's quite manly man. Bro, please. I've seen you before and to say you're anything manly could be the understatement of the year -- what's manly about you dude? Your girlish figure? Your slender build? Which reminds me, how far along are you in your transition?"
"STAY ON TOPIC" Coach Smith yells from behind Van as he cleans up the weight room
"Did you just see that lift Seth? That's manly. That's aggressive. That's what being a superior athlete looks like. I'm a first round draft pick, not a twink. Any lack of experience I have in the ring will be made up by my superior physicality, but I'm sure you'll have a grand ole time telling me about how much better you are. So I'll just cut you off there. You don't know what I'm capable of yet, but you'll soon find out along with the rest of this company what greatness looks like."
"You don't seem like much of a 'sports' guy -- maybe more of an ice skating guy, so I don't expect you to know my name. Fortunately you'll never be able to forget it after this week, but yours will be an answer on a quiz show. Who was the first win of Van's fucking fantastic wrestling career? Hmm? They'll forget. Trebek will have to fill them in. Don't let it get you down though Seth, it's not your fault. In a place like this there can only be one extremely good looking guy who loves to take his shirt off."
Van takes his thumbs and points to himself with a smile on his face
"Make sure you eat your Wheaties and take some vitamins or something because you may want to hit me as hard as you can and as often as I let you, but after this week you're going to leave that ring decapitated after I plant my this forearm into the side of your skull. Take a good look at greatness, and enjoy your time riding the pine JV pretty boy. IT'S GAME TIME BABY. WOO!"
