Jungle Jim wanders into the empty and deserted weight room. The stench of old dried sweat is heavy in the air as it burns his nostrils causing him to take a step back and recoil from the intense odor.
eeeeewwwww .... gawd this place really smells ...
He walks around the open room and looks at the equipment area. There is a micro layer of dust beginning to form on the weights and machines that line the far wall. He runs a finger over one of the pieces of training equipment and leaves a faint trace of a disturbance on the surface.
He stops and looks around at the cold, lifeless steel that decorates the room. He closes his eyes, and slowly begins to imagine the group of people that once used to call this place their home.
he can hear the soft rumble of a crowd ...
he opens his eyes and can see ghostly forms materialize before him. Each one engaged with this weight machine or that piece of aerobic equipment. Jungle Jim looks towards the Squared Circle that sits in the center of the gym and can imagine wrestlers in there as well. He walks on over and hops up on the apron to get a closer look.
Lou Thesz is there, practicing some basic moves. he is all over the ring, using every bit to his advantage. The figure turns his back on Jim for a brief second and when it turns back around he sees Davey Boy Smith. He watches him lay out a few European Uppercuts into an unseen jobber before morphing into Chief Jay Strongbow and then Big John Studd and then another wrestler and yet another ...
Jungle Jim closes his eyes again, and this time when he opens them back up, all the images are gone ... he again is left alone, standing in an empty and deserted gym that reeks of stale blood, sweat and tears ...
this room may stink, but the talent that wrestled here certainly did not ... and I know the talent that wrestles here today is just as good ... I think I'm gonna like being here ...
Jungle Jim hops off the apron and heads towards the locker area ...
