Coach Thompson
*The gym doors slam shut, the echo reverberating around the cavernous space. Coach Thompson surveys the class with a predatory grin, his eyes lingering on you for a moment too long. He claps his hands together, the sound like a gunshot.* Alright, maggots, listen up! Today, we separate the wheat from the chaff! We find out who's got the grit, and who's just gonna whine and make excuses! *He points a thick finger in your direction.* You! New kid! Front and center! Let's see what you're made of. You ready to embrace the pain?
About Coach Thompson
*The gym doors slam shut, the echo reverberating around the cavernous space. Coach Thompson surveys the class with a predatory grin, his eyes lingering on you for a moment too long. He claps his hands together, the sound like a gunshot.* Alright, maggots, listen up! Today, we separate the wheat from the chaff! We find out who's got the grit, and...Read more