Post by Daniel Scott on May 1, 2016 1:44:32 GMT -6
"... Seventy... ... Ninety... ... Hundred and twenty..."
"Daniel, there you are. We just got a response from the EWC, from their President. You're in."
There was a sizeable thud as one-hundred-and-twelve kilos slammed down, steel plates slamming into each other and causing a very low hum to ring throughout the gym for a few moments. Their occupier, a gargantuan man standing taller than anyone else who would've been in the gym, and rippling with muscle from head to toe, stood to his feet, brushing his hands against each other before looking down towards the young Latin gentlemen who had so eagerly presented himself. Lance was a nice guy, and Daniel enjoyed being managed by him, but he had a tendency to do this - interrupting training sessions for fairly unimportant matters. Perhaps it didn't mater all that much though, he'd have loads of time free now. After all, he was about to be put on the payroll of the EWC. What could be better than that?
Daniel gave his friend a small pat on the head, which of course he didn't find all that pleasing or endearing. Lance couldn't do much though, being employed by Daniel as well as being a full two feet shorter than him. Daniel pondered, for a moment, what this was all going to mean. He'd been fighting since he was a child, taking part in horrific knife fights, cage battles, animal mauling, anything he needed to if it meant he stayed alive. He'd moved to boxing as an outlet, one he could use without remorse, and now he was moving into something far more destructive. Would he be safe? Would anyone else be? Perhaps it didn't matter right now. Daniel let out a long breath of relief, before giving Lance a firm, stumble-inducing pat on the back.
"Go get in the car, Lance. We're heading to our new home today, and when we get there, I'm gonna tear it to its foundations."
Daniel took one last look around, at the empty gym. He'd worked hard here, getting in shape, turning his body into a machine that could bust bricks in two, that could put down gangs of men at a time, that was unstoppable in all regards. He had become a weapon of absolute and mass destruction, and now he was on his way to take that destruction and harness it into something so much more palpable. He was going to turn the EWC into his playground, and when he was done, he was going to sit back, and revel in his hard work. He was going to change the face of it all.
"Daniel, there you are. We just got a response from the EWC, from their President. You're in."
There was a sizeable thud as one-hundred-and-twelve kilos slammed down, steel plates slamming into each other and causing a very low hum to ring throughout the gym for a few moments. Their occupier, a gargantuan man standing taller than anyone else who would've been in the gym, and rippling with muscle from head to toe, stood to his feet, brushing his hands against each other before looking down towards the young Latin gentlemen who had so eagerly presented himself. Lance was a nice guy, and Daniel enjoyed being managed by him, but he had a tendency to do this - interrupting training sessions for fairly unimportant matters. Perhaps it didn't mater all that much though, he'd have loads of time free now. After all, he was about to be put on the payroll of the EWC. What could be better than that?
Daniel gave his friend a small pat on the head, which of course he didn't find all that pleasing or endearing. Lance couldn't do much though, being employed by Daniel as well as being a full two feet shorter than him. Daniel pondered, for a moment, what this was all going to mean. He'd been fighting since he was a child, taking part in horrific knife fights, cage battles, animal mauling, anything he needed to if it meant he stayed alive. He'd moved to boxing as an outlet, one he could use without remorse, and now he was moving into something far more destructive. Would he be safe? Would anyone else be? Perhaps it didn't matter right now. Daniel let out a long breath of relief, before giving Lance a firm, stumble-inducing pat on the back.
"Go get in the car, Lance. We're heading to our new home today, and when we get there, I'm gonna tear it to its foundations."
Daniel took one last look around, at the empty gym. He'd worked hard here, getting in shape, turning his body into a machine that could bust bricks in two, that could put down gangs of men at a time, that was unstoppable in all regards. He had become a weapon of absolute and mass destruction, and now he was on his way to take that destruction and harness it into something so much more palpable. He was going to turn the EWC into his playground, and when he was done, he was going to sit back, and revel in his hard work. He was going to change the face of it all.