Post by yarmouth1 on Jun 10, 2012 17:09:07 GMT -4
The scene opens in a classroom at one of the top colleges in Duluth, Georgia, In the classroom there's 20 rows of tables and chairs and at the front of the room you can see a projector and a pull down screen that is lit up with the alphabet and a women teacher there wearing a black trousers and a white shirt and had got a pair of black glasses on.
She is holding a cane and is pointing to the screen reading out the alphabet, sitting at the front of the class room is Yarmouth with a note pad on his desk and holding a ball point pen in the other hand.
" Repeat after me Yarmouth A, B, C ......"
"A...B... God damn it this harder the beating the crap out of some one in the ring, Can't we skip this and go straight to the big words and learn from there?"
"Listen Yarmouth before you can learn the big words as you call them you have to learn the alphabet first.
Yarmouth takes a deep sigh and drops in his chair.
" Many people have are Dyslectic but they have over come there disability and led a normal life, You may be a very good wrestler but you have know one to help you, You asked me to help you and this is what I am trying to do but if you continue to annoy me with these silly questions then I will have to ask you to go and find some one else to help you."
Yarmouth looks shocked with the response from his gorgeous teacher and sits up opens his note pad and takes the pen lid of his pen.
" That's better now A... B... C... D..."
Yarmouth is struggerling with the letters on the board but like in the ring gives it his best shot and gets to the letter F when his phone rings.
" God damn it, Sorry I have to answer this, It's that scum bag Royce and he wont leave me alone unless I take the call."
The sexy teacher nods at Yarmouth but is a little annoyed at the interruption of her class.
" What the hell do you want, I'm in the middle of some think very important."
This brings a little smile to Yarmouth sexy teacher but does not let Yarmouth see her smiling.
Yarmouth starts to get a little irate at the person on the other end of the phone and begins to raise his voice a little.
" Listen up scum bag, I told you last week and I will you this week for the last time No you can bloody manage me any more If I even see you on the same street I will break your legs, If I see you in the building I will break your damn neck now leave me the fuck alone."
Yarmouth hangs up the phone and realises what he said in front of his teacher and puts his hand over his mouth in shock, His sexy teacher just stands there her arms folded and tapping her foot on the floor.
" Sorry about the language but he winds me up so bad."
The teacher on folds her arms and stop's tapping her foot on the floor and begins to smile a little at Yarmouth.
" That's OK but from now on No mobile phones allowed, Deal?"
" Deal."
Yarmouth turns his phone off and puts it in his pocket and picks up his pen of the table.
" You ready?"
" Ready, Lets go for it."
It takes about half an hour but Yarmouth gets through the alphabet for the first time in his life and feels like he has just one the world heavy weight title.
" Now what I want you to do is Yarmouth, Is now Wright down the alphabet in your note book and when you have any spare time read them out allowed cos next week there will be a test for you."
Yarmouth nods and then begins to write down the alphabet on his note pad as the sexy teacher puts down her cane and then sits down on her chair behind the desk and folds her arms.
Yarmouth takes a little time and then closes the note pad stands over and gives it to his teacher to give it the once over.
" Very good, Now go home have a rest beat some one up what ever you do to relax and tomorrow start studding, Got it?"
" Got it, see you next week, That was a great lesson."
Yarmouth stands up and picks up his note pad and nods at his teacher she nods back and leaves the room, walks down the corridor and out into the reception area and orders a taxi from his mobile phone.
Yarmouth looking pleased with him self walks out of the building and into the car park and see's a bench on the path and then walks over and sits down on the bench and starts to read his note book in his head.
An old man sits down on the bench next to Yarmouth smiles at Yarmouth who smiles back.
"Been at school then Yarmouth?"
Yarmouth looks up at the man in surprise that he know's his name and closes his book.
" Yeah, How did you know my name?"
I follow you on APW and your doing a great job over there but remember education must come first kid, Listen to what they tell you and you can achieve any think."
Yarmouth smiles at the old man and the old man puts his arm on Yarmouth's arm and leans over towards him.
" Your facing a monster of a man this week in "The Hitman" Steve Stryker and just like you he came ever so close to winning the big one, But you, You are better then him, You have the strength of both body and mind and with those two skills you are unstoppable.
"Listen to what your teacher tells you and you can be smart in the ring as well as powerful."
" Thanks old timer, I'm taking your advice on board, But who the hell are you?"
" Lets just say I am a long time admirer of yours."
Yarmouth looks at the old man in a puzzled way when suddenly a taxi pulls up along side the two men and Yarmouth stands up and walks over to the taxi.
" Nice talking too you old timer but I have to go."
" See you at Meltdown Yarmouth."
Yarmouth nods at the old timer and enters the taxi through the back door and as the taxi driver pulls away Yarmouth looks back but is shocked to see the old man has vanished into thin air.
Yarmouth then turns round with a worried look on his face as the taxi pulls out of the collage.
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The scene opens in a old gym and Yarmouth is pounding away at a punch bag letting out all his frustrations on the bag punch after punch Yarmouth lets out a huge roar dust fly's out of the bag into the air sweat pouring from the brow of Yarmouth determination in his face.
A trainer is holding the bag steady for Yarmouth so the bag does not sway from side to side as Yarmouth continues to hammer the punch bag.
The old man that was seen talking to yarmouth out side the collage is seen sitting on a chair holding his wooden cane, wearing an old suite and and flat cap, He watches yarmouth's every move studying Yarmouth closely.
The trainer holding the punch bag barks out orders to Yarmouth.
" Left punch, Right punch, OK time"
Yarmouth stops punching the bag and rest's for a minute Yarmouth turns round and see's the old man sitting on the chair and walks over to him.
" Who in the hell are you old man?"
" Like I said before out side the collage, I follow APW and especially those on Meltdown and Yarmouth I like what I see, You train hard, You like to better your self every week and all so now you go back to school to try and better your reading skills."
" Yeah well when I was a kid I got pushed from school to school because they could not handle my aggression but now my father well step father taught me how to channel that aggression and let it out when the time is right."
The old man look's up at Yarmouth and smiles.
" And when will the time be right Yarmouth this week against "The Hitman" Steve Stryker, Or some time in the future when you fight some one for a title shot?"
" Could be this week or next week or like you said when I'm going for a title, This guy is good or he wouldn't have been put in a match against Evan Envi for the North American title but he's know were near as good as me."
" And how do you intend to defeat The Hitman, With power and strength or being smart in the ring?"
Yarmouth thinks for a second and rubs his chin.
" Well I usually just go out there and fight but thinking about it I must be smarter in the ring, Strike when the time is right, this guy has won 4 matches and is on a roll that is why he got the title shot in the place but I will not be number 5."
The old man smiles again and nods at Yarmouth in a approval.
" You see this time old timer you will see a different Yarmouth a smarter Yarmouth and one that is going to knock the living hell out of The so called Hitman, Yarmouth will have one more victory under his belt and one step closer to having another shot at Evan Envi's title."
" Don't for get that you are still in the Test for the best compition and you could end up winning that and move on to bigger and better things here in APW."
Yarmouth looks into the air and thinks about what the old man is saying but is then suddenly distracted by an angry voice behind him.
" Hey yarmouth stop talking to your self and get the hell over here and do some more training."
Yarmouth walks over to his trainer and turns round pointing to were the old man was sitting but the old man has vanished again.
" I was just talking to.... Hey were the hell did he go?"
" I don't know what the hell your talking about Yarmouth you have been standing there looking at that chair talking to yourself for about 5 minutes now, You ok man?"
Yarmouth starts to look a little worried and rubs his hair with his hand.
" I guess not, Man I must be seeing things, You sure you didn't see anyone sitting on that chair?"
" Positive Yarmouth there was know one there, you need to see a doctor man, Your going crazy."
Yarmouth stands for a few moments pondering on what to do then looks at his trainer with a determined look on his face.
" Yeah well may be, May be not, Come on lets get back to the training I need to be ready for the Hitman."
Yarmouth takes one last look at the chair were the old man was sitting and see's a card on the floor he walks over picks the card up and it has a telephone number on with the words ring me after training on it.
Yarmouth then smiles and walks back over to the punch bag puts the card in his back pocket and then continues with his training session as the scene fades to black.
She is holding a cane and is pointing to the screen reading out the alphabet, sitting at the front of the class room is Yarmouth with a note pad on his desk and holding a ball point pen in the other hand.
" Repeat after me Yarmouth A, B, C ......"
"A...B... God damn it this harder the beating the crap out of some one in the ring, Can't we skip this and go straight to the big words and learn from there?"
"Listen Yarmouth before you can learn the big words as you call them you have to learn the alphabet first.
Yarmouth takes a deep sigh and drops in his chair.
" Many people have are Dyslectic but they have over come there disability and led a normal life, You may be a very good wrestler but you have know one to help you, You asked me to help you and this is what I am trying to do but if you continue to annoy me with these silly questions then I will have to ask you to go and find some one else to help you."
Yarmouth looks shocked with the response from his gorgeous teacher and sits up opens his note pad and takes the pen lid of his pen.
" That's better now A... B... C... D..."
Yarmouth is struggerling with the letters on the board but like in the ring gives it his best shot and gets to the letter F when his phone rings.
" God damn it, Sorry I have to answer this, It's that scum bag Royce and he wont leave me alone unless I take the call."
The sexy teacher nods at Yarmouth but is a little annoyed at the interruption of her class.
" What the hell do you want, I'm in the middle of some think very important."
This brings a little smile to Yarmouth sexy teacher but does not let Yarmouth see her smiling.
Yarmouth starts to get a little irate at the person on the other end of the phone and begins to raise his voice a little.
" Listen up scum bag, I told you last week and I will you this week for the last time No you can bloody manage me any more If I even see you on the same street I will break your legs, If I see you in the building I will break your damn neck now leave me the fuck alone."
Yarmouth hangs up the phone and realises what he said in front of his teacher and puts his hand over his mouth in shock, His sexy teacher just stands there her arms folded and tapping her foot on the floor.
" Sorry about the language but he winds me up so bad."
The teacher on folds her arms and stop's tapping her foot on the floor and begins to smile a little at Yarmouth.
" That's OK but from now on No mobile phones allowed, Deal?"
" Deal."
Yarmouth turns his phone off and puts it in his pocket and picks up his pen of the table.
" You ready?"
" Ready, Lets go for it."
It takes about half an hour but Yarmouth gets through the alphabet for the first time in his life and feels like he has just one the world heavy weight title.
" Now what I want you to do is Yarmouth, Is now Wright down the alphabet in your note book and when you have any spare time read them out allowed cos next week there will be a test for you."
Yarmouth nods and then begins to write down the alphabet on his note pad as the sexy teacher puts down her cane and then sits down on her chair behind the desk and folds her arms.
Yarmouth takes a little time and then closes the note pad stands over and gives it to his teacher to give it the once over.
" Very good, Now go home have a rest beat some one up what ever you do to relax and tomorrow start studding, Got it?"
" Got it, see you next week, That was a great lesson."
Yarmouth stands up and picks up his note pad and nods at his teacher she nods back and leaves the room, walks down the corridor and out into the reception area and orders a taxi from his mobile phone.
Yarmouth looking pleased with him self walks out of the building and into the car park and see's a bench on the path and then walks over and sits down on the bench and starts to read his note book in his head.
An old man sits down on the bench next to Yarmouth smiles at Yarmouth who smiles back.
"Been at school then Yarmouth?"
Yarmouth looks up at the man in surprise that he know's his name and closes his book.
" Yeah, How did you know my name?"
I follow you on APW and your doing a great job over there but remember education must come first kid, Listen to what they tell you and you can achieve any think."
Yarmouth smiles at the old man and the old man puts his arm on Yarmouth's arm and leans over towards him.
" Your facing a monster of a man this week in "The Hitman" Steve Stryker and just like you he came ever so close to winning the big one, But you, You are better then him, You have the strength of both body and mind and with those two skills you are unstoppable.
"Listen to what your teacher tells you and you can be smart in the ring as well as powerful."
" Thanks old timer, I'm taking your advice on board, But who the hell are you?"
" Lets just say I am a long time admirer of yours."
Yarmouth looks at the old man in a puzzled way when suddenly a taxi pulls up along side the two men and Yarmouth stands up and walks over to the taxi.
" Nice talking too you old timer but I have to go."
" See you at Meltdown Yarmouth."
Yarmouth nods at the old timer and enters the taxi through the back door and as the taxi driver pulls away Yarmouth looks back but is shocked to see the old man has vanished into thin air.
Yarmouth then turns round with a worried look on his face as the taxi pulls out of the collage.
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The scene opens in a old gym and Yarmouth is pounding away at a punch bag letting out all his frustrations on the bag punch after punch Yarmouth lets out a huge roar dust fly's out of the bag into the air sweat pouring from the brow of Yarmouth determination in his face.
A trainer is holding the bag steady for Yarmouth so the bag does not sway from side to side as Yarmouth continues to hammer the punch bag.
The old man that was seen talking to yarmouth out side the collage is seen sitting on a chair holding his wooden cane, wearing an old suite and and flat cap, He watches yarmouth's every move studying Yarmouth closely.
The trainer holding the punch bag barks out orders to Yarmouth.
" Left punch, Right punch, OK time"
Yarmouth stops punching the bag and rest's for a minute Yarmouth turns round and see's the old man sitting on the chair and walks over to him.
" Who in the hell are you old man?"
" Like I said before out side the collage, I follow APW and especially those on Meltdown and Yarmouth I like what I see, You train hard, You like to better your self every week and all so now you go back to school to try and better your reading skills."
" Yeah well when I was a kid I got pushed from school to school because they could not handle my aggression but now my father well step father taught me how to channel that aggression and let it out when the time is right."
The old man look's up at Yarmouth and smiles.
" And when will the time be right Yarmouth this week against "The Hitman" Steve Stryker, Or some time in the future when you fight some one for a title shot?"
" Could be this week or next week or like you said when I'm going for a title, This guy is good or he wouldn't have been put in a match against Evan Envi for the North American title but he's know were near as good as me."
" And how do you intend to defeat The Hitman, With power and strength or being smart in the ring?"
Yarmouth thinks for a second and rubs his chin.
" Well I usually just go out there and fight but thinking about it I must be smarter in the ring, Strike when the time is right, this guy has won 4 matches and is on a roll that is why he got the title shot in the place but I will not be number 5."
The old man smiles again and nods at Yarmouth in a approval.
" You see this time old timer you will see a different Yarmouth a smarter Yarmouth and one that is going to knock the living hell out of The so called Hitman, Yarmouth will have one more victory under his belt and one step closer to having another shot at Evan Envi's title."
" Don't for get that you are still in the Test for the best compition and you could end up winning that and move on to bigger and better things here in APW."
Yarmouth looks into the air and thinks about what the old man is saying but is then suddenly distracted by an angry voice behind him.
" Hey yarmouth stop talking to your self and get the hell over here and do some more training."
Yarmouth walks over to his trainer and turns round pointing to were the old man was sitting but the old man has vanished again.
" I was just talking to.... Hey were the hell did he go?"
" I don't know what the hell your talking about Yarmouth you have been standing there looking at that chair talking to yourself for about 5 minutes now, You ok man?"
Yarmouth starts to look a little worried and rubs his hair with his hand.
" I guess not, Man I must be seeing things, You sure you didn't see anyone sitting on that chair?"
" Positive Yarmouth there was know one there, you need to see a doctor man, Your going crazy."
Yarmouth stands for a few moments pondering on what to do then looks at his trainer with a determined look on his face.
" Yeah well may be, May be not, Come on lets get back to the training I need to be ready for the Hitman."
Yarmouth takes one last look at the chair were the old man was sitting and see's a card on the floor he walks over picks the card up and it has a telephone number on with the words ring me after training on it.
Yarmouth then smiles and walks back over to the punch bag puts the card in his back pocket and then continues with his training session as the scene fades to black.
