[A gym. A nice place to be, if you're into that working out thing. Frankly, some people aren't into that thing. Sure, maybe a bit here and there..But nothing more. One such man had just entered a gym, which was suprising, as he had the exact mindset mentioned. A sway to his step, a cocky grin on his face. He walked through the gym, patting random people on the shoulders, nodding to others. He didn't know anyone in this particular gym. Hell, he didn't care, either. Thus, he completely barged into a conversation when he picked a spot in a group of men. They stared at him for a moment, but he just grinned. Thinking nothing of it, they went back to talking.]Man 1: You know..Some punk slashed my tires the other day. I swear, if I ever got my hands on him..
Man 2: No way! Same thing happened to me last week. 'Cept he carved his frickin' name in one of the damn tires. Dumb shit..'Lazlo', he was.
[The invader's eyebrows rose for a second, but he said nothing.]
Man 1: Wait a minute..the only Lazlo I know around here is Bennet. Egotistical good for nothing shit. Mr. Sports star, Johnny football hero. Thinks he's the best, ya know?
[By this time, an amused look has come over the new guy's face.]
???: Sounds like a fucker to me. Nothing I hate more than someone with a big head. Why, I heard that same Lazlo has been going around, claiming there's no sport good enough for him.
Man 1: ..Yeah..Yeah! I hear you! He ain't done everything, though. Hell no!
???: Really. What hasn't he done? ..Just curious, and all.
Man 2: He's never done that wrestling thing, you know. Probably afraid to get his ass handed to him, ha! I'd like to put that sucker in a headlock..
[The young man looks shocked for a minute, a look of disgust on his face.]
???: Headlock? Hell no, man. I'm not gay! I prefer the ladies, boys. Only thing I'm lockin' is their hearts, when I'm done.
Man 1: ..Wait a minute..
???: Er..That's what he'd say, I'm sure. That ego-blown bastard!
[The man considers this for a moment, then laughs. He pats the guy on the back.]
Man 1: I'm likin' you already, kid. What's your name?
[The 'kid' blinks, trying to come up with something. Finally, he spits out the first thing that comes to his mind.]
???: Bezlo Lannet..?
[..It takes all of his power to not slap himself on the forehead...Yet, oddly enough, the man nods, seeming satisfied.]
Man 1: So..Bezlo..What brings you here?
'Bezlo': Oh..Not much. Just checking the place out, you know? Seeing what's here. Though..tell me more about this wrestling thing. See..I heard it's fake, and all that..
Man 1: Hell no, kid, it ain't fake. I used to wrestle, myself. Was pretty good, too. Takes skill, brains, and brawn!
[The man laughs, causing 'Bezlo' to roll his eyes.]
'Bezlo': You? Interesting..Must not be as tough as you say it is, then. Dammit, man..My sister could take you.
Man 1: ..Is that so?! Well listen here, you little punk..I was the OGF world champion for FIFTEEN months!
'Bezlo': ..Yeah, and I'm sure that's all the Overly Gay Federation lasted, too.
[The man growls, suddenly throwing a punch. Bezlo ducks, leaning forward. The man goes flying overtop of Bezlo, his momentum taking him to the floor. With a roar, the man pushed himself back to his feet, charging at Bezlo. Bez sidesteps, sticking a foot out. The man trips, stumbling..trying to catch himself. That becomes impossible, however, as Bezlo slams an elbow into the man's back, sending him down like a ton of bricks.]
Man 2: Oh, come on, punk! Fight fair!
'Bezlo': ..I don't fight anyone not worth my time. And frankly, none of you are worth a second.
Man 2: Hell. What do you call that, then? You took him out!
'Bezlo': Eh, eh..No. He tried to start a fight..I simply allowed him to take himself out.
[He starts to walk away, but stops. Turning around, the cocky grin reappears on his face.]
'Bezlo': By the way..The name's Lazlo. Lazlo Bennet. You dumb fucks couldn't tell I just rearranged the first few letters?! Damn, where do they get these people?
Man 2: Hell, son..I'll just let that slide. You really think wrestling is gay?
Lazlo: Gay, yeah. And I tend to lean on the homophobic side..friend. Besides..it's fake. Not a real sport, so, not worth my time.
Man 2: You're just a coward, ain't ya?
[Lazlo's grin vanishes, and a slight glare comes over his face.]
Lazlo: ...Coward? Is that really what you think? Or is your mind so clouded to reality that you had to fall back on a gradeschool comeback? ...If you think wrestling is such tough shit..I'll prove you wrong. I'm an athletic ace. Anything I try at..I succeed at. Hockey, football, basketball, soccer..Anything. Any sport, any physical competiton. And if you..have the balls to doubt that I have the balls to do something..Well, you're just an idiot.
Man 2: Prove it, will ya? I'd like to see the day.
Lazlo: Oh...No need to worry. I'll prove it to you. I'll prove it to all of you. I'll look into this wrestling thing. Then, when I prove it's fake, the whole world will know! Wrestling's popularity will bomb, because, well..let's face it. No one likes fake shit.
[Lazlo's grin reappears, and he gives the man a cocky wave. Turning to walk off, he looks back to call over his shoulder.]
Lazlo: Next time you see me, I'll be the next wrestling 'superstar'...HA! No training or anything! You'll see not to doubt me. Man..You just don't get it..but technically...I'm the greatest thing alive!
[He let's off a howl, grinning fully, as he walks out the door.]
Reality? Yeah, right.