2nd August 2020
Jack was at his job, stacking cans for a large supermarket chain. He had just finished the canned fish when one of his co-workers came up to him. "Hey, Jack." "Hi, Lisa. What's up?" "All the ladies have noticed that you're…bigger than you were two weeks ago. Why?" "Well, I've started going to a wrestling school." "Interesting. What's that?" " It's fighting, but it's fake. The punches and kicks still hurt, just not as much as if you actually got punched and kicked in real life." "OK, OK. I kind of get what you're saying. I'll go back to the ladies now. Bye!" "Bye! If you want to know more, you can ask me at any time." With that, he went back to work, now stacking the canned beans.
3 hours later
Jack had gotten larger than all the other trainees, too, because it seemed to be the trainers' mission to get rid of him. Or, at the very least, see if he had what it took, after his sparring session with Daniel Bryan. It would be stuff like," Everyone! Give me 50 push-ups, now! Jack, give me 75." He would often be done before everyone else, too. He just smiled, because of how happy he was to be there. He was a lot stronger and quicker in sparring, because of all the extra exercise he had. He talked to a few trainees, who said how impressed everyone was. Everyone envied him, it seemed. He said to himself: "Wow, I seem to be impressing people! This is going better than expected." Then, he got reprimanded for talking during a lecture.
4 hours later
Soon, he wanted to find the meaning of all this extra work. He thought all this while drifting off to REM sleep. Maybe he'd find out soon…