Chapter 136: Roy Drop-Kicked Me.

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Across the stage. I did the bump, bounce and slide thing, then ’struggled’ to my feet after an obvious great deal of effort and shouted vile threats. Then miraculously I regained my strength and vitality and attacked him once again. Only to be booted back across the ring some more.

We had been doing much the same for almost two minutes. Roy loosely followed collegiate rules and the matches consisted of three periods. The first of which was 3 minutes, then a break, during which I shouted threats at him and made rude gestures.

I was the bad guy. He calmly ignored me and sipped water. He was the good guy.

Then there was another shorter period of only two minutes, another break, and a final two minute period.

Sometimes there was overtime if the crowd was especially responsive. Tonight we were in the second and last, overtime. It was time to bring this to a close. It was time for Roy to throw me out of the ring and win.

Tonight we had something different planned.

And so it happened that somehow Roy had me by the feet and was swinging me around, and around and around.

“Is everyone clear?” Roy texted the floor crew.

“All set dad. Everyone is out of the way.” his boy replied.

“You left the tables?” I texted.

“Certainly” came the reply.

“Good. I have an itch that’s been driving me INSANE all night. Maybe if I land on a table just right the itch will scratch itself.” I replied.

No answer. They never knew if I was kidding or not. I wasn’t. It really itched.

Roy let go. I flew thru the air with the greatest of ease.. Hit a few tables smashing them flat and thus full filling my desire for the itch. It was scratched. Roy's boy politely opened the door and I slid across the floor, and through it. Out onto the porch I went....

...and knocked down a ’stack’ of an approaching Swat Team members like bowling pins.

“Can’t you guys take NO for an answer?” I told them. I was at the end of my patience.

“Try not to kill them.” Roy requested. "Do you need any help?”

“Naw...I’ll be gentle.” I said "I have an idea even. I’ll be in touch.”

“You Leave him alone” the Roy’s littlest daughter came out the door after me and started kicking one of the fallen officers. "Don’t you dare hurt him.”

The officer was not amused. He pointed his gun at her and shot.....

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