Post by jlt619 on Jun 29, 2020 11:41:09 GMT -5
Dyno-Mike opens the door to his modest apartment. The walls are decorated with framed Dallas Cowboys jerseys, he even owns a Cowboys helmet signed by Roger Staubach which sits proudly on the cabinet near the front door. Mike is on the phone and seems irritated, he is also holding a tupperware container.
Dyno-Mike
Ma’ I told you an’ I’m gonna keep on tellin’ you - Stop sending me brownies!
Mike slams the container down on the table and moves to the couch. Next to the couch is a cooler, stocked full of Lone Star Beer. He grabs one and cracks it open taking a big swig as he ignores his mother on the other end of the phone.
Dyno-Mike
I don’t look skinny! Ma’ you haven’t seen me in months how would you even know -
Hey now don’t start with that shit I visit when I can!
Listen - I’ve gotta train I’ve a fight coming up Tuesday.
Mike looks shocked by his mother's words, but we can’t hear her.
Dyno-Mike
Ma’ y’cant say that word!
(A pause as his mother protests)
I don’t know - jus’ call them the “triplet of large black men” a’ think that’ll do the trick. Right anyway, love you but I gotta go!
Mike puts the phone down. He lets out a large puff of air. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head in confusion.
Mike stands up and stretches, as he bends down to take off his boots. He notices the container on the cabinet.
Dyno-Mike
Well… I suppose one won’t hurt.
Mike grabs the container like an excited child and sits down on the couch. When he lifts the lid off, the fresh smell of chocolate brownies creeps its way into his nose. It’s richness brings a smile to his face as he picks up one of the treats and goes to take a bite. Before he can, Mike catches his reflection in the mirror opposite adjacent to the couch. When Mike looks into the mirror he doesn’t see the hulking mountain of muscle that we do, but a fat little boy holding up a brownie.
Mike trembles with panic. He looks back to the brownie disgusted, launching the container at the mirror. He begins hyperventilating, the room begins to slowly get darker and spin. Mike lays back on the couch, hands over his eyes. Mike aggressively slaps his face and shakes his head to bring himself to. Looking up to the corner of the room is a gym mat. Mike springs up and grabs the mat, heading into what appears to be a bedroom. Inside is a fully fitted home gym, no bed to be seen in the whole apartment. Mike lays down the mat, rips his shirt off, and begins aggressively lifting huge free weights in front of a mirror. His eyes are unmoving, teeth gritted and complexion pink. He screams at his reflection.
Later that night ….
Mike is asleep on his gym mat laying sprawled across the ground. His phone rings, he checks who's calling; it's his Mother again.
Dyno-Mike
Hey there Ma’ it’s pretty late is everythi-
Unknown
Hello there Micheal.
Mike’s eyes widen in fear as he gulps.
Dyno-Mike
How the hell did you find my mother?
Unknown
Oh it wasn’t too hard. You know me Michael, I’ve got my finger in many pies, and your Ma’ sure does love to bake haha.
Dyno-Mike
Where is she? I swear to god if you’ve laid one hair on her -
Unknown
Easy now Michael. I haven’t hurt her. She’s fast asleep in bed. I should know, I’m stood right next to her bed.
Dyno-Mike
You’re lying.
Unknown
I could wake her up and prove it to you?
Dyno-Mike
NO. No now come on, jus’ tell me what’ya want an - an - an y’can be on your way.
Unknown
Well well well. Some metal, if you only showed some more of that in the ring Michael we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we. You seem to forget why you’re dancing around every other night with these spandex wearing idiots. It’s because I want them out of commission, you understand?
Dyno-Mike
I’ve been winning fights, I’ve even thrown a gimp or two? What else you want me to do?
Unknown
I want the entire federation on its knees you redneck idiot! You’ve been there for seven weeks. Seven more and I’ll be paying more than your mother a visit.
The line goes dead. Mike lays back on his gym mat exhausted. He forces his aching muscles into action, rolling over onto his stomach, beginning doing push ups.
Dyno-Mike
Yes sir.
Dyno-Mike
Ma’ I told you an’ I’m gonna keep on tellin’ you - Stop sending me brownies!
Mike slams the container down on the table and moves to the couch. Next to the couch is a cooler, stocked full of Lone Star Beer. He grabs one and cracks it open taking a big swig as he ignores his mother on the other end of the phone.
Dyno-Mike
I don’t look skinny! Ma’ you haven’t seen me in months how would you even know -
Hey now don’t start with that shit I visit when I can!
Listen - I’ve gotta train I’ve a fight coming up Tuesday.
Mike looks shocked by his mother's words, but we can’t hear her.
Dyno-Mike
Ma’ y’cant say that word!
(A pause as his mother protests)
I don’t know - jus’ call them the “triplet of large black men” a’ think that’ll do the trick. Right anyway, love you but I gotta go!
Mike puts the phone down. He lets out a large puff of air. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head in confusion.
Mike stands up and stretches, as he bends down to take off his boots. He notices the container on the cabinet.
Dyno-Mike
Well… I suppose one won’t hurt.
Mike grabs the container like an excited child and sits down on the couch. When he lifts the lid off, the fresh smell of chocolate brownies creeps its way into his nose. It’s richness brings a smile to his face as he picks up one of the treats and goes to take a bite. Before he can, Mike catches his reflection in the mirror opposite adjacent to the couch. When Mike looks into the mirror he doesn’t see the hulking mountain of muscle that we do, but a fat little boy holding up a brownie.
Mike trembles with panic. He looks back to the brownie disgusted, launching the container at the mirror. He begins hyperventilating, the room begins to slowly get darker and spin. Mike lays back on the couch, hands over his eyes. Mike aggressively slaps his face and shakes his head to bring himself to. Looking up to the corner of the room is a gym mat. Mike springs up and grabs the mat, heading into what appears to be a bedroom. Inside is a fully fitted home gym, no bed to be seen in the whole apartment. Mike lays down the mat, rips his shirt off, and begins aggressively lifting huge free weights in front of a mirror. His eyes are unmoving, teeth gritted and complexion pink. He screams at his reflection.
Later that night ….
Mike is asleep on his gym mat laying sprawled across the ground. His phone rings, he checks who's calling; it's his Mother again.
Dyno-Mike
Hey there Ma’ it’s pretty late is everythi-
Unknown
Hello there Micheal.
Mike’s eyes widen in fear as he gulps.
Dyno-Mike
How the hell did you find my mother?
Unknown
Oh it wasn’t too hard. You know me Michael, I’ve got my finger in many pies, and your Ma’ sure does love to bake haha.
Dyno-Mike
Where is she? I swear to god if you’ve laid one hair on her -
Unknown
Easy now Michael. I haven’t hurt her. She’s fast asleep in bed. I should know, I’m stood right next to her bed.
Dyno-Mike
You’re lying.
Unknown
I could wake her up and prove it to you?
Dyno-Mike
NO. No now come on, jus’ tell me what’ya want an - an - an y’can be on your way.
Unknown
Well well well. Some metal, if you only showed some more of that in the ring Michael we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we. You seem to forget why you’re dancing around every other night with these spandex wearing idiots. It’s because I want them out of commission, you understand?
Dyno-Mike
I’ve been winning fights, I’ve even thrown a gimp or two? What else you want me to do?
Unknown
I want the entire federation on its knees you redneck idiot! You’ve been there for seven weeks. Seven more and I’ll be paying more than your mother a visit.
The line goes dead. Mike lays back on his gym mat exhausted. He forces his aching muscles into action, rolling over onto his stomach, beginning doing push ups.
Dyno-Mike
Yes sir.