TERRY SCHNEIDER: "... going to be insufferable, but I have to get this interview in … may as well get it over with. That damned Beckett is likely going … to … hey, what's he doing here?"
*** Down the hall, they see MARTY DINKLE, dressed in a blue and purple track suit complete with headband, wrist bands, and a fanny pack, all bearing the Adidas logo. Outside of the gym door, he adjusts and re-adjusts the zipper on his jacket, trying to get it to the perfect Fonz level. Glancing up, he spots Schneider and the cameraman. ***
MARTY DINKLE: "Terry, my boy, A-1 timing! Come on, come 'ere, you get to watch a pro at woik, and history in the making!"
*** Terry looks into the camera, shrugs, and they follow the Dink into the gym. Dinkle approaches ROBERT MACELROY, who is in the middle of a set of squats. The bar across his shoulders bears about 275 lb., and he has been training more for conditioning than power. Dinkle waits patiently for the set to finish, lighting a cigar. When MacElroy finishes, he sets the bar on its rest and stretches, Rowling of a bit. ***
MD: "How ya doin', Mac?"
ROBERT MACELROY: "Madainn mhath, yearrrseal', Dink." *** He glances at Dinkle's attire. *** "Come for te put in some rrreps, have?"
MD: "Oh, sure, sure, I just need to rest a bit from my, uh, morning woikout foist, is all."
RM: "Aye, naturally. No sense in overdoing it, ha?"
MD: "That's absolutely right, m'boy! See, you got smarts, kid. I have a stable of the finest of physical specimens, and hard-set, to boot, but you got smarts, loads of 'em."
RM: "I'm glad ye notice." ***Mac glances about, alert but casually.*** "What can I do forrr ye, man? Spot ye?" *** Mac indicates the bar he just set down.***
MD: "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, my boy, it's what I can do you! Ya see, you got lotsa potential there. You're already a former heavyweigh champion, an experienced singles and tag-team wrestler, and can handle everything from brawlery to technicality. Now, my boys have earned the six-man tag-team championship, and are justly celebrated, but I have even bigger plans for D.I.E. See, I want you to sign on with us here, see? I think you can take that heavyweight belt back, and with my exploit guidance, not only get it back, but keep it, too." *** Dinkle pulls out a pamphlet from his jacket.*** "See, I will poisonally handle your finances, match cards, and representation. I will see to all the proper exploitation. I will give you access to the finest training facility and staff on the West Coast. All you gotta do … *** Dinkle produces a pen *** … is sign right here, and then focus on winning."
*** MacElroy suppresses a grin, looks over the pamphlet and contract, then smiles and hands them back.***
RM: "Thank you, Mr. Dinkle, but dinnae believe I can accept yearrr offer, gracious though it is."
MD: "Oh, there's no need to answer all at once, Macky baby." *** pushes the papers back into MacElroy's hands.*** "You just think it over for a couple of days. I have every confidence that you'll see reason. We can really go places together, my boy … places, I say!"
*** With that, Dinkle does ten jumping jacks, still puffing away at his cigar, then, coughing a little, heads for the door. Passing Schneider and the cameraman, he winks. ***
MD: "Just you watch. You'll see. Places."Statistics: Posted by Stu — Fri Jan 29, 2021 5:36 pm
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