"Well," Sam replied, "I think I'd like to do some regular wrestling."
The mayor smiled and pat Sam on the back, nodding happily. He looked Sam up and down scientifically as Sam just stood there smiling to him and looking around the room awkwardly. What was this guy thinking now?
"You do have a good build. You're gonna have to get pretty big though, bud. Our guys here are simply massive. Giant guts, butts the size of buses... You've got a lot of weight to gain. Of course, we can help you specialize in your gains. Make that belly bigger for extra bumping power or maybe your butt and legs bigger for good squashing. Up to you of course," Mayor Tomas said, opening a drawer in his desk.
Sam looked at the mayor as things were described to him. That certainly was sounding appealing... He'd get to be big and powerful. Possibly famous if he played his cards right. Though the mayor said he'd have to be pretty big...
"How big would I need to get in order to wrestle?" Sam asked as the mayor looked through a folder.
"Well, one of the most famous guys is around 1100 pounds. Though that's professional. There are, of course, some underground circuits that we can't keep track of. Who knows how big those guys can get," Tomas said, handing Sam a flyer. "Here's the location of the wrestling organization. They'll be able to get you what you need to get you grown and started if you choose to try it out."
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