Prelude Part 2: Heatwave
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 12:57 pm
*4:15 in the afternoon. 97 degrees in Hollywood, California.It's even hotter inside the gym. The whirlwind of ceiling fans do nothing to keep those cool that are intent on building themelves up. The Heat makes everything so much more intense. Even the most mundane of activites in this near 100 degree weather would seem like participating in the ulympics. But this is no mundane task. This is the rebirth of a career*
Hogan:27.....28.......*gasp* 29....*Hogans arms shake back and fourth. 350lbs do all they can to buckle the 24" pythons* .....30!
*He drops the bar down onto the matt. Hogan puts his hands on his hips and tries to gain his composure. 3 hour work out session. Not bad for an old timer*
*Just then, the ceiling fans start to humm...then a loud buzzing noise. Air conditioning is busted. Great.*
Hogan:Hey man, what are we supposed to do now?
Gym Worker: We're going to call someone out here as soon as possible. Until then you can continue working out or we can reimburse you for todays fee's.
Hogan: I don't want my money back. I got a match comming up dude. What am I supposed to tell the boss? that Hollywood couldnt cut it because of no air conditioning?
Gym Worker: Well...
Hogan:save it...i've got work to do.
*Hogan limps over to the treadmill. He's been lifting for 3 hours straight. time to go for a jog. set pace to 3. Not to fast. Not to slow*
Hogan:Ouch...damnit.
*Hogans foot still hurts from when he crushed his phone earlier in the day. twice today someone has tried to derail his intentions on becomming the biggest star in the EBWF. Brooke didnt have encouraging words. Now this guy wanted to simply give Hogan his money back. is $50 worth a $5000 match?*
*Set Pace to 4. Start jogging. Foot still stings but it'll subside. It's getting even hotter in here. Some of the others are starting to file out of the gym. Complaining its to Hot. Try wrestling in front of 90000 at the Toronto Sky Dome....see if you feel the heat in their*
*Set Pace to 5* Full on Sprint now. Intensity. Remember the critics. You're too old. You'll never be back on the mountain top. Get out while you can. He's heard it all before. Words don't hurt anymore then punching out a glass mirror in his bathroom only to not realize he was bleeding until a half hour later.
*Set pace to 6* I don't even notice a speed increase. Im Running faster then the machine can keep up. Sweat pouring from my scalp onto the matt of the treadmill. It starts shaking violently. I dont notice a thing. I have to be in shape*
*The treadmill powers down. All of a sudden the lights go out and the emergency lights kick on. Im the only one in here*
Gym worker: Hulk are you in here? are you ok?
*I don't answer. I stand on my treadmill. Gripping the handles ever so tightly. Focus. I can already hear the crowd. I can hear Michael Buffer. A hand grabs my sholder as I lunge backwards and put the individual in a headlock. Its the Gym Worker*
Gym Worker: Its ME!!! Christ!!! I was just seeing if you were ok! It's so damn hot in here I can't see how you could have spent an hour on that thing!
Hogan:What? Its only been...*looks at watch*...5:30pm.....
*Hogan had been so intent and focused on getting back into the ring, time slipped away from him. He had completley ignored the Heat*
Gym Worker: You're soaking wet! Why don't you sit down?
*Suddenly the lights and the fan kick on. Hogan looks around. Cool air. Hogan is soaking wet from Head to Toe. He takes off his bandana and rings it out on the matt*
Hogan:Little hot in here...don't ya think?
*Hogan smirks at the Gym worker as he walks outside. 100 degrees outside. Must have been a blackout. Hogan puts his head down to put his bandana back on...when he looks back up to a billboard. It reads:
EBWF WARFARE!!!!
Come see the in-ring return of Hollywood Hulk Hogan!!
10/08/12
*A kid suddenly walks up to Hogan. He is elated to see the Legendary Grappler!*
Kid:Can I have your autograph!??!?!?
Hogan:Sure thing kid...where do ya want me to sign?
*The Kid pulls out a Rey Mysterio mask from his backpack and hands it to Hulk. Hogan grabs it and just looks at it with a look of bewilderment*
Kid: Its all I got...He's my favorite wrestler but your HULK HOGAN!!!
*He hands Hogan a marker. Hogan smirks at the kid and signs the mask. He hands it over. The Kid gabs the mask and looks at it. it reads :
Hollywood 4-Life!
"The marker is starting to run. The Humidity is washing it away as the kid drips sweat from his forehead onto the mask. Unlike his signiture on the mask of his opponent, Hollywood will never fade. It's just another Hot day in Hollywood..brother*
Hogan:27.....28.......*gasp* 29....*Hogans arms shake back and fourth. 350lbs do all they can to buckle the 24" pythons* .....30!
*He drops the bar down onto the matt. Hogan puts his hands on his hips and tries to gain his composure. 3 hour work out session. Not bad for an old timer*
*Just then, the ceiling fans start to humm...then a loud buzzing noise. Air conditioning is busted. Great.*
Hogan:Hey man, what are we supposed to do now?
Gym Worker: We're going to call someone out here as soon as possible. Until then you can continue working out or we can reimburse you for todays fee's.
Hogan: I don't want my money back. I got a match comming up dude. What am I supposed to tell the boss? that Hollywood couldnt cut it because of no air conditioning?
Gym Worker: Well...
Hogan:save it...i've got work to do.
*Hogan limps over to the treadmill. He's been lifting for 3 hours straight. time to go for a jog. set pace to 3. Not to fast. Not to slow*
Hogan:Ouch...damnit.
*Hogans foot still hurts from when he crushed his phone earlier in the day. twice today someone has tried to derail his intentions on becomming the biggest star in the EBWF. Brooke didnt have encouraging words. Now this guy wanted to simply give Hogan his money back. is $50 worth a $5000 match?*
*Set Pace to 4. Start jogging. Foot still stings but it'll subside. It's getting even hotter in here. Some of the others are starting to file out of the gym. Complaining its to Hot. Try wrestling in front of 90000 at the Toronto Sky Dome....see if you feel the heat in their*
*Set Pace to 5* Full on Sprint now. Intensity. Remember the critics. You're too old. You'll never be back on the mountain top. Get out while you can. He's heard it all before. Words don't hurt anymore then punching out a glass mirror in his bathroom only to not realize he was bleeding until a half hour later.
*Set pace to 6* I don't even notice a speed increase. Im Running faster then the machine can keep up. Sweat pouring from my scalp onto the matt of the treadmill. It starts shaking violently. I dont notice a thing. I have to be in shape*
*The treadmill powers down. All of a sudden the lights go out and the emergency lights kick on. Im the only one in here*
Gym worker: Hulk are you in here? are you ok?
*I don't answer. I stand on my treadmill. Gripping the handles ever so tightly. Focus. I can already hear the crowd. I can hear Michael Buffer. A hand grabs my sholder as I lunge backwards and put the individual in a headlock. Its the Gym Worker*
Gym Worker: Its ME!!! Christ!!! I was just seeing if you were ok! It's so damn hot in here I can't see how you could have spent an hour on that thing!
Hogan:What? Its only been...*looks at watch*...5:30pm.....
*Hogan had been so intent and focused on getting back into the ring, time slipped away from him. He had completley ignored the Heat*
Gym Worker: You're soaking wet! Why don't you sit down?
*Suddenly the lights and the fan kick on. Hogan looks around. Cool air. Hogan is soaking wet from Head to Toe. He takes off his bandana and rings it out on the matt*
Hogan:Little hot in here...don't ya think?
*Hogan smirks at the Gym worker as he walks outside. 100 degrees outside. Must have been a blackout. Hogan puts his head down to put his bandana back on...when he looks back up to a billboard. It reads:
EBWF WARFARE!!!!
Come see the in-ring return of Hollywood Hulk Hogan!!
10/08/12
*A kid suddenly walks up to Hogan. He is elated to see the Legendary Grappler!*
Kid:Can I have your autograph!??!?!?
Hogan:Sure thing kid...where do ya want me to sign?
*The Kid pulls out a Rey Mysterio mask from his backpack and hands it to Hulk. Hogan grabs it and just looks at it with a look of bewilderment*
Kid: Its all I got...He's my favorite wrestler but your HULK HOGAN!!!
*He hands Hogan a marker. Hogan smirks at the kid and signs the mask. He hands it over. The Kid gabs the mask and looks at it. it reads :
Hollywood 4-Life!
"The marker is starting to run. The Humidity is washing it away as the kid drips sweat from his forehead onto the mask. Unlike his signiture on the mask of his opponent, Hollywood will never fade. It's just another Hot day in Hollywood..brother*