Ivan

``Who the HELL did this?'' Ivan bellowed, shocking everyone who happened to be in the gym. It was a fearful sight. Ivan weighed a good three hundred pounds, most of it was in the form of muscles, coupled with his bushy eyebrows and beard and reflective balding head, he was like a giant who stepped on burning coals with his bear foot.

Those who were no where near where Ivan was quietly went back to twhatever they were doing. This included the free weights exercising people or the step-meter or even the stationary cyclists. There was no real need to get involved with Ivan when he was upset like this. The last time someone who was trying to be nice and placate Ivan had been shouted and assaulted verbally, which nearly came to blows before that person's girlfriend came in to drag him out, preying upon Ivan's only weakness of never voluntarily hitting a girl.

Ivan glared at the two gym rats closest to him. One was working on the bench press machine, while the other was working on some of the extension machines for the arms.

``Which of you TWO took away the key to the weight setting? Was it you Harold, or was it you, Leroy?'' Ivan's terrible eyes glared at one man and then the other in turn.

``Ivan, chill the fuck down,'' Leroy said sitting up from the benchpress machine. ``Just look around for it. Perhaps it fell out and landed somewhere.''

``Did you think I was stupid enough to not try?'' Bellowed Ivan. ``Own up already!''

Harold stood away from the extension machines and stood directly in front of Ivan. There was an uncontrollable tension that electrified the air in the gym. For some reason, everyone who was within eyeshot of the pair felt that something terrible was about to happen.

Ivan took a step backward involuntarily before gathering his wits and shouted straight at Harold ``Was it you, you jackass?''

Harold did not flinch. He stood there and looked straight up at Ivan before saying ``Ivan, no one likes your stupid shenanigans. Just find the stupid key and then get on with your training. If you can't find it, just talk to the attendant and they'll do something for you. Stop being such a cry baby.''

``CRY BABY?! You DARE call me a cry baby?! I will fucking end you!'' Ivan roared before slamming a fist in the direction of Harold.

The next thing he knew, Ivan found himself lying on his back in tremendous pain, staring at the ceiling.

``Don't move, I think you hit your back hard. And by the way, I suspect you have a dislocated wrist. You should have taken my advice and just be quiet about it,'' Harold said before walking to the attendant's counter to inform him of what had happened and to suggest getting an ambulance for Ivan. All about him the other gym rats were initially stunned, not believing what they had witnessed, before clapping in unison over someone who stood up against the bully of the gym.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 05-May-2014 21:29:39)