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Note: Starting a few months back, I began to cut down on the scenarios and on the story board because it was time consuming. I would just post the pictures without any storyboards. Wrock contacted me a few weeks ago and noticed that my updates on this page were rather scarce so he offered to write the story boards for me. This is the first match where Wrock completed his story, and I have to say, I am very impressed and satisfied by his work :) Let me know what you guys think, and let Wrock know also your comments about his story. So, to avoid any confusion, I took the pictures with Lycravillain, then Wrock receives these pictures and develops a story. Also, based on the story Wrock have written, I added a few more pictures of myself trying to adapt those situations. :) Story by Wrock ( wrock@bluefrog.com )
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Loserboy pondered his wrestling career.Out of twelve matches he was running 0/12. He really had used some impressive holds,but in the end he was always ending up with his butt in a sling. Was he destined to be the ultimate jobber? He even began to have doubts that he was any good as a jobber. There is a big difference between a good jobber who knew how to sell a hold by living out the pain and suffering, and a wrestler who just lost. He had always been fascinated with wrestling, watching it on TV, and taking in live performances every chance he had. He was especially intrigued by the Mexican Luchadores. These brutal masked wrestlers literally exuded an aura of mystery that enshrouded their macho persona.
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He needed someone to teach him the finer points of submission wrestling.But where to find the instructor,and how was he going to pay for lessons.He was living on a slim budget as it was.Then he had a great idea, why not advertise at the gym in town? He pulled out a sheet of paper, and, in large block letters printed:  Click image for larger version With scissors, he cut a row of small tabs across the bottom. On each tab he wrote his phone number and E-Mail address. He decided to pin up his add on the bulletin board at the local Gym on his way to work tomorrow, Saturday. Although he himself didn't use the Gym, it seemed like the logical place to look for a wrestling instructor. The more he thought about the whole situation, the more excited he became. Tomorrow could well be a major turning point in his life.
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Unknown to Loserboy, across town there was another character who would assume a pivotal roll in Loserboy’s new adventure. He was Lycravillain. He had earned the nick name in high school because he had a fetish for Lycra singlets and trunks,and because of his flamboyant but somewhat shady wrestling style. He always played to the crowd, but at his opponents expense. The only thing he hated worse than losing, was someone else winning. He developed an impressive arsenal of illegal, underhanded, and just downright dirty wrestling moves, and tactics to ensure that he would not be disappointed when he wrestled. After High School he discovered the underground world of submission wrestling, and he excelled. So much so that he couldn't find work out partners to practice with. He was just too heavy handed and brutal. Lycravillain was very good at what he did, because he loved it so much. The Villain mastered the art of trapping his opponents in inescapable lockups and then torturing them to the very verge of submission. At that point he would back off just enough so his opponents macho pride would kick in and he would refuse to submit. Lycra Villain would then tighten the screws on his opponent ever so slowly, so he could relish every moment of his opponents torment. He secretly thought of his wrestling matches as torture fests.In case you haven’t guessed it, he was never nominated for the “Nice Guy of the Year” award.
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That Friday before turning in for the night he decided that tomorrow early he would hit the gym and see if he could pick up some newbie as a workout partner. Tomorrow would be Saturday, maybe he could find someone who had never heard of his reputation. He needed his practice sessions, after all, you've got to keep that competitive edge well honed. You know, use it or lose it. The next day the Lycravillian opened the doors to the gym workout area to discover he had the whole place to himself. Not another living soul in the place. Under his breath he muttered, "this must be my lucky day". Ah yes Lycravillain, if only you knew. After working up a light sheen of sweat, our local Bad Boy in residence decides to step into the hall to quench his thirst at the fountain,a nd who should he spot out of the corner of his eye? You guessed it. None other than Loserboy himself. Lycravillain watched unobserved from his vantage point behind the fountain, thinking to himself. - "A new face in town, he most likely hasn’t heard about me. He looks about the right height and weight for my very own personal grappling dummy. Now, question is, how do I get my hooks into him?" He silently watched Loserboy tack a piece of paper to the bulletin board, and then rush out. Lycravillain sauntered across the empty hall to check out the note.He had to read the note twice, to dispel his disbelief. This dude wants to find someone to teach him how to wrestle! In a near state of ecstasy, he clenched his fists, pumped his folded arms down to his chest, threw back his head and crouching slightly, he hissed out a long reptilian sounding: - YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! He had picked up the spore of fresh game the hunt was on! Calming himself, he quickly formulated a plan.Reaching up, he deftly tore off every tab that contained the phone number and e-mail address. - "We wouldn’t want this dude bothered by prank callers now would we? he chuckled to himself as he stuffed the paper tabs into the the pocket of his sweat pants. When he finished his work out, he gleefully hurried off home to set the wheels of his plan in motion. As he hurried out of the building,incoming patrons heard him muttering to himself: - "Oh this is too good to be true, this is too good”. Loserboy swung past the gym on his way home from work. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Every single tab with his phone number and e-mail address had been taken. Could that many people be interested in working with him? He could hardly wait to get home. Rushing in, he pounced on his answering machine anxiously fumbling with the buttons to turn it on so he could hear about all these potential contacts. Telemarketers, the dry cleaners, his insurance agent, and a wrong number. In bitter disappointment he played them all back again. He was crushed. Not one response to his add. Wait! The computer! Check for e-mails! The first page was all junk mail. He had scrolled halfway down the second page when it jumped out at him: "Wrestling coach". His finger hung poised over the mouse that would open the message. His hand was trembling, his palm sweaty, his heart raceing. Loserboy forced himself to take a deep breath and clicked the mouse. The short message would forever be etched into his brain:  
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Loserboy glanced at the clock. Two hours and fifteen minutes to go. In his present agitated state Loserboy didn’t know if he could survive the anxiety that long. At exactly 6:00 to the second he placed the fateful call.
| - ”I’m… I’m calling about the wrestling coaching” he stammered. The voice on the other end responded, - ”Oh Yeah. Now I remember. Tell ya what. Why don’t you stop by my place next Wednesday at 7:00 P.M. Bring trunks. Let’s see what we can work out. I can’t waste my time training a dude without potential. This is a rough sport, so let’s see if you can measure up before we make any commitments”. Without waiting for a response from Loserboy, he rattled off an address and told Loserboy he would see him then, and hung up.
| Loserboy was in shock. It had happened, he made a contact. Then key words began to replay in his brain: Just what did that mean? Self doubt awoke from it’s slumber deep within his subconscious and gnawed at his resolve. Could he “Measure Up”? In another part of town Lycra Villain hung up the phone and smirked to himself. "He took the bait, hook line and sinker. Wednesday, I’ll play him some line, then I’ll land the sucker. Yessssss!"
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