Zac Martin is a handyman of sorts.
And Iron Man.
An engineer.
He also did a few correspondence courses.
'How to rip off members, legally.'
Mm, he thought.
What if I only release footage of a member that makes him look like he's stealing.
'But leave out footage that shows him being harassed.'
In short, leave out the parts that tell the real story.
Zac Martin was a devout student of the 'Fuck 'Em Over.'
I've blacklisted ten members so far, had one jailed, another sectioned, boy, he thought, owning a gym is empowering.
However, something, in the back of his mind, too far to scratch it actually, began nagging him.
This guy you are crucifying has nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
He checked the index of 'Fuck 'Em Over.'
Disclaimer.
Huh.
Disregard everything you have learnt in this book, the entry read, if you encounter such a person.
Huh.
Just one more member. Just one more member to fuck over.
He suspected that this member was doing finger painting with shit in his change rooms.
The animal.
Why can't we have CCTV cameras in the change rooms, making a mental note to call up Samantha from Franchise Support and lobby her for change of privacy laws.
Think of all the Vietnamese Australians I can monitor then, especially during mensuration, fuck, I jerk off over their tampons that I retrieve from the sanitizing bins.
Just the thought of it got his lips licking.
All he had to go by was footage of the member going into the change room.
And then going into another change room.
The fucker is up to something, but his shit just won't stick.
'Nope, not into finger painting with shit.'
That means he did it, he told the manager.
Nothing worse than a smart ass.
This Yugoslavian upstart was cruising for a bruising.
No it doesn't, she said.
Yes it does, said Zac, who made a mental note to replace her with a more pliable and compliant manager.
One day, he received an email from the member, about finding a pair of headphones in the lost and found basket.
Nothing unusual about that, he thought.
He didn't even bother to reply.
This same member was bitching about being locked out of the gym for two weeks.
Pathetic piece of shit, even has the gall to post a video about it on another franchise website.
Patience, dear Zac, patience, he appeased himself.
He was reinventing himself.
Everyone who moves over West is hiding or running away from something.
Moreover, Zac was no different.
A name change later and paying off the credit companies to clean his slate, he was now Zac Martin.
It was a big improvement from his original name.
David Butt.
The butt of everyone's joke.
He'd be taken seriously.
You just wait and fucking see.
