Firestorm gets an Eyefull

Enter a local Palm Springs gymnasium. "Firestorm" Johnathan Mills has taken to some light lifting on a bench press. He has maybe a hundred pounds or so on the barbell. It isn't much for seasoned wrestlers, but he was never really seasoned.

As he lifts the weights, he comments to himself.

Mills: "I got my debut match for Hardkore World. A guy named aaahhh something Khaos. Some guy who hasn't said word one about me, so he must be a scrub. Much like I was."

He pushes the weight up with relative ease, counting on repetition more than anything to help him get back into shape. He nearly drops the barbell on his head when a sculpted young woman walks by in tight workout tights walks by.

Mills: "Holy freaking camel toe, Batman!"

Johnathan manages to recover himself, but doesn't notice that the woman smirked at his reaction.

Mills: "You know I can't help but to notice that most of the guys here talk about brutalizing their opponent. Of beating them into the ground. Of crippling. I don't condone such behavior. I think you face an opponent, it isn't personal. It isn't about destroying someone. It's about evolution."

Johnathan grunts, setting the barbell down on the stand for a moment. He sits up and wipes at his brow.

Mills: "You see. Evolution in a wrestling environment is simple. You fight other opponent. If you win, you've probably learned something from the experience to help you in the next match. If you've lost? I bet you've learned even more from that than you would have if you had won the match. Then you go into the next match stronger than before. You learn new moves, and evolve into the next step of wrestling. I am unhindered by 'styles'. I am unhindered by such limitations. If we face in the ring, I will tap into the vast history of wrestling to try to defeat you. If I win? Great. If I lose? Great. I'll be even better the next time around. I once faced this one guy like a dozen times before I evolved enough to soundly beat him in the ring."

Johnathan lays back down to pick the barbell back up again.

Mills: "It's all about respect for your opponent and overcoming one's own limitations. I did it once and I will do it again. This Khaos guy. Or is it Kaos? I forget. Will be the first to face what an evolved wrestler can be. The first to (hopefully) fall before my great rise to the top. I think that I'll be able to go far once I can just get past the foolish bloody mindedness of this place. The thinking that a steel chair (or whatever) is part of a normal wrestling move set. I'll show that a traditional move set is no longer needed. What the?"

The lady that had walked past Johnathan before is back by again in a tight shirt and short, short skirt. She walks especially close by Johnathan's head as he's lifting weights, giving him an exclusive view up her skirt to the pantyless treasure underneath. Johnathan's arms go slack and were not for his quick reactions, he would have simply dropped the barbell on his throat. As it is, the barbell lands on his throat and his face goes red as he struggles to get the barbell back off of him. The lady pulls the weight off with one hand and sets it on the stand. She drops a motel key on his chest from the same motel that he's staying in.

Lady: "You're too cute. Come by tonight at seven. Bring something nice to eat...and some food too."

Johnathan lays on the bench with the room key on his chest, blinking in amazement.

Mills: "Um. Well...you see...Khaos. Yadda yadda yadda. I will win...with the right um strategy. I gotta go. Bye!"

Johnathan snatches up the room key and finds his way to the showers.