Post by atlas on Apr 27, 2006 6:13:44 GMT -5
“What causes men to do the things that we do?” Atlas wondered. He sat with his shirt wrapped around his shoulders. The sweat dripped from his face like hail. He laid back on the bench, and placed his hands on the bar. “Why do we do what we do?” He lifted the bar, stretching his arms so they were fully extended. He breathed in a deep breath and lowered the bar back down. “Competition, that’s what drives us men.” He pressed the bar and slammed it back down. “You might notice Sweet Tits that I said… men.” He took a deep breath and continued a couple of reps. “That’s because this is a man's world.” Atlas sat back up and wiped himself off with the towel. “You don’t belong here. In fact, I’m sure there is a kitchen some where that needs to be cleaned.” He wiped the sweat from either arm. “But then again, who am I to tell you what to do with your life. I mean besides the whole superior gender thing.” Lifting the towel to his face he smelled it for a moment and then tossed it down. “How about this, Sweet Tits? We call off the match and go have dinner. We can have sex and cigars. No? What’s wrong? You don’t smoke?” By this time he had put his shirt back on, and was headed toward the door. “We can do things that most men would be afraid to ask a professional to do.” With that he opened the door and walked out into a hallway.
The scene is then replaced with another hallway. The walls in the hallway were littered with pictures of Atlas. Some of them were with him in wrestling gear holding different titles. Others were of him doing various other things of significant accomplishment. It was apparent that Atlas had one hell of an ego. Emitting from behind a door was the sound of running water. The sound of running water stopped only to be replaced by Atlas singing Right Said Fred's 'I’m Too Sexy'. The door opens and Atlas walks out still singing as he buttons his pants. He had his T-shirt off now, it lying on one shoulder. “Hey there baby, couldn’t get enough of me?” He closed the door behind him.
“I took some time to think about it, and if you think you’re really equal to a man then it’s all cool.” Atlas took the shirt into his hands and placed it over himself.
“No reason we should stay here in the hallway. Well you can, but I’m gonna go somewhere else but here. Somewhere more interesting. See yah later sweet tits.”
Fade to black….
The scene is then replaced with another hallway. The walls in the hallway were littered with pictures of Atlas. Some of them were with him in wrestling gear holding different titles. Others were of him doing various other things of significant accomplishment. It was apparent that Atlas had one hell of an ego. Emitting from behind a door was the sound of running water. The sound of running water stopped only to be replaced by Atlas singing Right Said Fred's 'I’m Too Sexy'. The door opens and Atlas walks out still singing as he buttons his pants. He had his T-shirt off now, it lying on one shoulder. “Hey there baby, couldn’t get enough of me?” He closed the door behind him.
“I took some time to think about it, and if you think you’re really equal to a man then it’s all cool.” Atlas took the shirt into his hands and placed it over himself.
“No reason we should stay here in the hallway. Well you can, but I’m gonna go somewhere else but here. Somewhere more interesting. See yah later sweet tits.”
Fade to black….