You Can’t Stop Me: Aldo’s Tryout
by Jimmy
“Man I can’t wait to become a wrestler!” Aldo says glancing at the
mat, his dark eyes yearning for the new sport that he wishes to sign up for.
Outside of the gym, Aldo looks over the sign-up sheet and bounces
foot to foot thinking about how he would look in his singlet, and reaches down,
readjusting himself with a content little sigh.
Doug looks at Malik, one eyebrow raised up.
“You?”
Doug can’t believe that his friend is even interested.
“You’ve never done this before. We were singlets…you’re a newbie. They would
eat you alive!” Doug laughs slapping his friend on the back.
“Yea, yea whatever you say!” Aldo gives a quick one-two punch to
Doug’s big bicep.
Doug’s eyes narrow, and he gives him a push. “Hey, just trying to
help you out man. You would be shark food if you tried now. They would smell
fresh meat a mile away. Nawww. You must be joshing me. No way would you put on
a singlet like me…afraid of what you might look like when you put it on.
Everyone sees what you are packing. If you know what I mean. Better stick with
swimming with Chasey… and if you need a new sport try something like…tennis! Or
something lame like that. This is a real men’s
sport.”
“Thanks but no thanks I don’t need anybody’s help. I got this!”
Aldo says and boldly writes his name down on the sign-up sheet.
