Post by king on Sept 22, 2015 18:01:01 GMT -5
The sounds of grunting and metal clanging echoed throughout the gym. The smell of sweat filled the nostrils as Donovan King walked threw the door and immediately noticed two of his clients on the weight bench. As he made his way over he noticed his third client punching a bag in the far corner. As he approached the bench, one client was laying down pressing over four hundred pounds with minimum effort. After completing his reps, the man sat up and a mountain of muscle and rage formed in front of Donovan. The spotter came from around the bench and looked at Donovan right in the eye. The massive man stood up from the bench and towered over both of them. Donovan reached out and shook the smaller mans hand first.
Donovan: Logan.
Logan: Cousin.
Donovan: I see our dear cousin Victor is improving his strength more and more each time. What is it? One hundred and eight three kilograms?
Victor: Aye. And I'll put up more if ya like cousin?
Donovan: That won't be necessary. At nearly seven feet tall and three hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, I'm sure any wanker dumb enough to get in the ring with you will be proof enough that these so called "federations" should hire you.
Victor: So that's a no on North Atlantic Wrestling?
Donovan: Aye, for now.
Logan: But I still have a job?
Donovan: Aye.
Logan: Good.
Logan looks up at Victor and both Kings smile. Victor even chuckles. The third client comes from the corner and stands next to Logan.
Donovan: Brother.
Markus: Brother.
As the camera fades out, the four King family members start to talk strategy.
Donovan: Logan.
Logan: Cousin.
Donovan: I see our dear cousin Victor is improving his strength more and more each time. What is it? One hundred and eight three kilograms?
Victor: Aye. And I'll put up more if ya like cousin?
Donovan: That won't be necessary. At nearly seven feet tall and three hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, I'm sure any wanker dumb enough to get in the ring with you will be proof enough that these so called "federations" should hire you.
Victor: So that's a no on North Atlantic Wrestling?
Donovan: Aye, for now.
Logan: But I still have a job?
Donovan: Aye.
Logan: Good.
Logan looks up at Victor and both Kings smile. Victor even chuckles. The third client comes from the corner and stands next to Logan.
Donovan: Brother.
Markus: Brother.
As the camera fades out, the four King family members start to talk strategy.