xraygogs said:
Gee, that is a lot of money to just have an arm wrestle with her.
I can't take it any more. xraygogs won't leave me alone, question after question after question. He only implied he knew what was going on, letting Ben Browder's covered eyes doing the talking, but now he comes out and makes a direct accusation. Sure hide behind a smilie, but I know what you want, and now you are going to get it. Lets see if you can handle the truth.
So here's my no holds bard, review or report of Sinderellas and what this business is all about.
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The east sky was a pale red. I had been up all night getting ready, there was nothing left to do but to talk to dad. I was suited up. Black being the colour of the day. My body was set, wrists stretched, brace on. It's been a long journey. Months had been spent in the back roads of Alberta picking fights with who ever could take me, earning the respect I needed to get in with the McDougalls. Martial artists seek out the Shaolin temple, wrestlers seek to get into the Heart family dungeon, but arm wrestlers seek out the McDougall backyard in Grande Prairie.
I had spent months in that back yard, being taught every trick they knew. The respect I earned on the road only got me in the door, but dad's story got me into their hearts. Day after day I watched, listened, and practiced. I worked groves into that broom handle as I rolled up weights to strengthen my forearms and wrists. I built up calluses on my elbows the thickness of kevlar. When I finally pinned Roy McDougall with both arms.
That was yesterday. Greyhound brought me to the City of Champions, but I'm not here for a championship, I'm on a mission of revenge. I have to talk to dad one last time.
A bus blows by me, my coat flaps in the wind.
"Hello son."
I didn't see him arrive, my inner turmoil distracted me from my surroundings. I just looked at him for the longest time.
"Am I ready?" I ask.
"I've been watching. You've made me and your mother proud."
"But is it the right thing?"
"All this family has left is it's honor."
We sit there together for a while, watching the sunrise turn more orange. "At last we will have our revenge. But what's after this?" My question hangs in the crisp morning air.
"I don't know, get married? You have my permission to finish grad school."
"Thanks dad." The sun broke over the laser tag arena. "It's time. Thanks for all your support. I love you"
"Go get her son. And remember, never wash me."
I smile, and take the sock off my hand and place it back on my foot. As I lace up my boot I look over my shoulders at the pink canopy sign. Sinderellas. I put on my game face and cross the street.
I enter and remove my shoes and wait.
"My god, you scared the shit out of me."
The blond around the corner was putting on a great act. As I look into her eyes I knew there was nothing that could frighten her.
"I'm looking for Lauren."
"She isn't here." she lies. I slowly reach into my inner pocket and pull out my 'Over the Top' DVD and hold it so she is looking Sylvester eye to eye.
"I'm looking for Lauren."
Every sweetness in the blond vanishes. She locks the door, and unplugs the Open sign. "Wait here." she says and goes into the back. I take off my jacket. The voices from the back are excited. I hear furniture being moved.
The blond returns "Follow me." I am led to the inner waiting room. By the light of the fish tank I see the table is set. And standing across it is Lauren. Her attitude is unconcerned. I'm just another punk to be beaten down. She didn't even change out of her massage parlor flimsy white garments.
I take my spot, stagger my feet, and place my money on the table. "One pin. Right handed."
Lauren is cooler then an antarctic skinny dipper. She allows the blond to align our hands. Looking at her biceps I knew this pin wouldn't be won by muscle alone.
"Look at me Lauren take a good look at my face. Do I look like somebody you pinned!"
"No, not really." She says, almost bored. But I can tell from her face she knows, she has to know.
The blond is finally satisfied that our shoulders are square. I reset my grip on the peg. I wrap my thumb and I nod. "Ready... Go!" yells the blond.
Lauren's strength is amazing. From her effort its obvious she is going for a quick pin. I have to hold on until she tires. It takes fifteen seconds for us to start to groan with the exertion. After twenty five seconds I start to break a sweat and yet we haven't budged from center. Our hands start to move towards her. I'm loosing it. She is gaining in backpreasure. I have to do something.
"My... name... is... Commander Chode... you... pinned... my father... prepare to be... pinned!"
Her head snapped up, loosing her leverage. I squeeze her fingers, let my grip slide so I'm higher and slam her hand down. I can't help but grin. I pick up my jacket and leave. The sun covers me, and the breeze is sweet. It's going to be a beautiful day.
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There you happy xraygog?
Turned out longer then I expected.