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[Wrestlepack] [Original Choose Your Own Adventure] Welcome To The Next Generation: Adventures In Developmental Hell

Schleiermacher

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I'm not sure I understand the choice. Isn't the whole exercise the "enforced teamwork phase"? If it's about our approach to the next exercise, then B... we don't know how many tests there will be, and the best way to look good is to still be breathing calmly at the end.
 

Regis

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I'm not sure I understand the choice. Isn't the whole exercise the "enforced teamwork phase"? If it's about our approach to the next exercise, then B... we don't know how many tests there will be, and the best way to look good is to still be breathing calmly at the end.
You are correct, this choice was for the rest of the day. And now... onward!

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Thirty Minutes Later.

“This is a test of endurance, and it is a competition! Everyone down on the ground, now!” You drop face-down. “Assume a push-up position!” You do so.

The silence stretches on. Oh. It’s like that.

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Two Minutes Later.

Three of the guys have already collapsed or tried to sneakily shift position. Coach Rees is currently making his displeasure known.

“Two minutes! One hundred and twenty seconds, that is not a long time. That is the time that an average man should be able to hold a push-up position. Not one of the ladies here has failed, and you drop out at the first step? You can do this, you know you can do this, you just need to commit to it! I have never seen a woman come into this training class and give less than one hundred percent, and you think you can coast through here? Think again! Back in position!”

While Coach Rees continues his tirade, you notice Coach Mitchell quietly doing a circuit of the group. She catches your eyes for a second before moving on. You focus back on the front of the room.

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One Hour Later.

You and the rest of the class are jogging on the spot. One of the guys who fell down in the push-up phase has dropped out fully, obviously struggling to hold his breakfast down. Candy is showing her inexperience – she’s clearly not used to working this hard for this long, and her face is soaked with sweat. As for you, you’re taking the opportunity to cool down. This could go all day. No sense in burning out too quickly.

Coach Mitchell has taken over for this part. “Okay, nice and slow, nice and easy. That’s it, just keep going. Nothing too strenuous. Okay… okay… NOW FAST FAST FAST COME ON SPEED IT UP FASTER FASTER SHOW ME YOU’RE WORKING and back to slow, slow and gentle, that’s right, cool off a bit, just take it easy, you can keep this up all day AND FAST AGAIN FAST FAST FAST COME ON GIVE ME MORE THAN THAT YOU CAN GO FASTER COME ON and slow it down again…”

A heavyset white man off to one side of the group has just stopped altogether and is gasping for breath. A few others aren’t looking too well either. You see Bill and Coach Rees quietly muttering to each other on one side, clearly taking notes. Not your problem. You get back to your routine.

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Ninety Minutes Later.

You’ve been granted a brief reprieve. A table loaded with bottled water and energy bars has been brought out and the assembled trainees have descended like a swarm of extremely damp locusts. Candy twists the top off a bottle and begins guzzling water like her life depends on it. You step across and gently take hold of her arm.

“Hey, hey. Slow down. You’ll just end up wanting to pee. Sip it slowly, eat as you’re going along. You’ll feel more of the benefit that way.”

Candy just nods, barely able to speak. Freda wanders over. “Hell of a day.”

“Damn right. You’re doing pretty well, though.”

“I played soccer for years. Endurance training’s easy. You’re not doing so bad yourself.”

You resist the ever-present urge to flex. “Yeah, well, you know. Working out’s fun.”

Coach Bill calls out from the other end of the room. “Ten minutes, everyone! Ten minutes, then back at it!”

Candy’s shoulders slump. “Sadists,” she grumbles around a mouthful of energy bar.

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One Hour Later.

“And… stop.” By this point you don’t even bother concealing the sigh of relief Coach Rees’ words elicit from you. If it was their intention to push everyone to their limits, they have definitely succeeded. You could probably have done better than you did, but at least you’re not dead.

Alex Chen has reappeared at some point, and steps up to the front of the group. “I just want to say congratulations to everyone who’s still here. It’s good to see you all trying your hardest. Obviously there’s always room for improvement, no matter who you are, but I for one am very impressed.” You aren’t really listening. You’re watching the trolleys full of backpacks being brought in. The bastards. “Coach Rees, are we done for the day?”

Coach Rees gives a long pause. “Yes, I think so. There’s just one more thing.” Of course there is. “You’re all going to go and grab one of those backpacks. You’re going to put them on. Coach Mitchell is outside in the parking lot. You’re all going to take her your bag drop them off there, take what she gives you and bring it back here. This is a competition, and some of you will not be fit enough, will not be fast enough, and you will be going home as a result. Grab your bags now, you will go when I say so and not a second before. If you cheat, you won’t even finish the race, you’ll get dropped straight away and don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out. Now get ready.”

More than a few of the prospects seem on the point of just walking out, but nobody does.

So here’s the sickener. They want to break you, but you’re still relatively fresh. Is now the time to show your stuff?

A: Hell yeah. This is why you held back initially. Let’s make a damn good showing and let everyone know exactly what we can do.

B: No. The chance of them throwing in another last-minute exercise is low, but we’ve been hanging in the pack thus far. Best not to show anyone up.
 
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ranson

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I'm liking A. We're here, we're probably in better shape than most, let's make an impression.
 

Valtiel

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I have the strong impression that whoever gets to Coach Mitchell first will be given the heaviest, most awkward bastard thing to carry on the way back, and I still don't like the idea of showing off... but, Rees just said this is a competition, everyone knows it's expected to give 100%, and most importantly, Renee's fitness is probably her second biggest advantage after her looks. If the next day is "basic moves" and the one after is "promo skills" and we don't get the chance to show off that we can really go, we might end up at the bottom of the pack.

A slightly reluctant A. If this was Sam, rather than Renee, I would be voting B.
 
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Regis

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This is your time. The triumph of foresight and many, many hours of cardio. Let’s make this happen. The backpack you grab is heavy, but not unbearably so. You roll your shoulders, stretch your neck and set yourself to run.

Coach Rees waits impatiently as the last few prospects line up. “Everyone ready? Don’t bother answering, we’ll find out soon enough. And… go!”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Zoe Steel take off at a dead sprint, vaulting over the refreshments table to shave off a few seconds. You pace yourself a bit more. The last thing you want is to strain a muscle. Still, you don’t need to try too hard. A lot of the other trainees are already pushed to the limit, so you pull into the frontrunners easily enough.

You manage to make it outside in time to see a lean Polynesian guy just beat Zoe to Coach Mitchell. You take in the several racks of dumbbells that she’s standing in front of. So it’s like that, is it?

“Okay,” Coach Mitchell shouts, “drop your bags there, grab two of these and get back in there!” You’re already swinging your bag off your shoulder as you run up. The dumbbells aren’t too heavy, at least by your standards, but then again you’re not usually running with them. The Polynesian guy fumbles picking his up, allowing Zoe to get a few seconds head start. You and a couple of other guys jostle to grab your pair before turning around and heading back. You’re not going for a podium spot, but you’re certainly going to do well considering the size of the class.

You come back in a very respectable fifth. Judging from the smug look on Zoe’s face, she managed to take the gold. Val and Freda both end up in the middle of the pack. Candy limps in at the tail end, red in the face and looking about ready to collapse on the floor. You look across at Coach Rees, who started making notes on a clipboard about three-quarters of the way through. Poor kid. She certainly didn’t do herself any favours today.

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Twenty minutes later.

Mercifully, the staff allowed you access to the locker room shower. The chance to change into some clean workout gear has never been more welcome. As you stand out in the car park working out the best angle for another selfie to send to your mom, you hear Zoe Steel call out to you.

“Hey, Renee! Nice work in there!”

You turn around and give her a thumbs-up. “Same to you. And it’s Liz, by the way. Renee’s the ring name.”

“Sure, sure.” Zoe has her phone out as she wanders across. “So, me and some of the others were going to hit up one of the bars this evening. Nothing too heavy, home before midnight, we just wanted to hang out a bit. You in?”

“Who else is coming?”

“Just a few of us. Me, Ariki, Johnny, Paulos, a few others.” She gestures vaguely back at a group of people hanging out near the door. You note that it’s mostly the people who did well in the physicals today. “So, are you in?”

Well, are you?

A: Sure. Zoe’s a good person to know, socialising probably won’t hurt, and you can always beg off if it gets too late. It’s always good to make friends.

B: Perhaps not. You want to make sure you’re properly rested after a heavy day, and it kind of looks like Zoe’s attempting to cosy up to the top prospects before anyone’s even accepted. That could be… problematic.
 

ranson

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I'm liking A, but let's get out fairly early. Getting to know folks is good, still, but I expect tomorrow to be just as hard. Socialize, maybe have a drink, but make sure we have our own way home and beg off early.
 
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