Long Time No Hear From,
But Still Here
a camera man is seen walking through a weight room. he is looking for somebody, but every face he meets is not the right one. most of the people who came for just an average workout are now wondering what the camera is for and what the comotion is about. as the camera man approaches the last group of guys, a wooden door open up and steam pours out of it. the genius steps out of the sauna with a towel around his waist. his muscles are beaded with sweat and his hair is moist and messy. "genius," the camera man yells, "can i get a statement from you."
"sure," the genius responds as he grabs a second towel to dry himself off. "i know i haven't been around much this week in the colosseum, and many people didnt seem to notice. maybe a lot of them thought im just another rookie who losses then quits. well, the genius is a rookie and made a rookie mistake of taking on somebody much better then himself."
one of the men from the corner walks up to genius. he stands a few inches taller then the genius and has much more of a muscle mass. "youre a wrestler" the man laughs as he pinches genius' bisep. "no wonder you lost to that bum they call jeckel. you probably couldnt even harm a fly."
the genius' eyes meet his as to say "oh yea?" and then he pulls up a nearby table and prepairs himself for an armwrestling contest. the man lets out another laugh and locks arms with the genius' for a long time they just strain each other, both looking like the blood will burst from their heads, but eventually the much larger man over powers the genius. he laughes again as he walks away
"there you have it," the genius says, "im no powerhouse. i try to use my mind as best i can, but i got to caught up in the moment last week and i got beat. i didnt take the week off to hide though, everybody losses and theres no use in cring over spilt milk. i came here to trim my weight down and solidify my muscle. when i weighed in at the colosseum, i was around 230, he continues while stepping onto the scale. he takes the reading and announces it, "now ive slimmed down to 226. soon enough ill be ready to compete in the cruiserweight division with people of my own classification. im no high flyer though, im the anti-air missle and im gonna bring that division to a crashing hault."
"so do you have any plans for next week," the camera man asks.
"im not ready to compete in that division yet, but i will issue a challenge to the commie. i see that you havent had much time in the ring lately, what do say the two of us go head to head next week on RUMBLE. we can work out our physical rust, but ill show you that the mind never decays and will always reign supreme. if youre not ready for a fight ill take on any other member of the so-called '2extreme.' what do you say? ill give you until saturday to answer, if not, im finding another match."
the camera man speaks again, "what about the psycopathic family. they've asked you if you want in again?"
"you guys still want me to join your stable? not in your wildest dreams. none of you are any real threat here in the colosseum, but once i become established, you'll see that i am. but you guys arent worth my time. the genius doesnt need any of your help or protection, all youll do is hold me down in this fed. thanks, but no thanks, the genius is too smart for that."
the genius shakes the hand of the camera man and walks into the locker room to get dressed.
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