A camera would cut in to Timmy bench pressing a hefty amount of weight
Timmy: 197. 198. 199. 200!
Timmy would put his attention to the camera after sitting upright
Timmy: I bet this is something that youre not gonna be able to see everyday. Well, GET USED TO IT. Im not here to play dress up and make friends. Im here to perfect my craft, and this is just one example of how. I have noticed something over the short time that I have been here; The locker room is FILTHY, and Im not talking about the fact that no one will pick up their trash! Im talking about the competition! It has come to my attention that very few of us In the back have a true love for the sport. Anyone that doesnt truly put in the time and effort will quickly fall to my impeccable technique.
Timmy Would drop the straps of his singlet so his chest would show and begin flexing
Timmy: But if the technique is not enough, maybe my pure athleticism is! So how about we go over the facts? I look better than everyone, Im stronger than everyone, Im faster than everyone, and I fight better? I guess Im gonna have a good time here! With that being said, Im offering to fight anyone who thinks they got what it takes to step to me! I really dont care who or what you are. You could be white, hispanic, dead, inanimate, a vet, a rookie, it does not matter. These hands dont discriminate! BUT! If you decide to step to me, And you truly dont give me a fight to remember, I can only think of one thing to show my utter disappointment in you.
Timmy would then creep closer to the camera before spitting on the camera lense then proceeding to storm off