Rick Johnson, Pole Vaulter, GB

Rick the model of a perfect pole vaulter: tall, lean, powerful, flexible. He was so excellent in-fact that he had won gold. With a world record to boot. After years of hard work and dedication now he was finally free to blow off some steam and have a bit of fun. On the way back from the medal ceremony he sat admiring his medal that hung heavy around his neck. Some might see it as an arrogant move to wear it out and about around the village it was expected that winners would wear them; after all everyone here understood the sacrifice that had gone into winning one. And of course it didn't hurt that it was a bit of a babe magnet.

Now that he was finished competing he planned on showing this thing off everywhere and finding plenty of boxes to plant his pole in. Down at the warm up track those that are still to compete would be warming up and fighting back the nervous tension, other winners would be out partying while the losers would be out drowning their sorrows in more ways than one,and the canteen would be full of everyone from everywhere: coaches, athletes and press. He was going to have a lot of fun over the next few days.