A small problem (Part Two)
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A small problem (Part Two)| Lorenzo_Demarco |
Posted: Aug 4 2010, 08:26 PM
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Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will eat me.
Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will eat me. Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will eat me. Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will . . . OW! Lorenzo Demarco screams in pain as a midget dives down at him and takes a bite out of his left leg. Demarco flings his leg forward striking the midget and sending him sprawling back. Lorenzo Demarco: FUCKING MUNCHKINS! Slim Tomkins: OH NO YOU DIDN’T! Another Midget: OH YES HE DID! The midget that had taken a bite out of Demarco stands back up a bit dazed. Demarco still had the chair in his arms and he kept looking to the side of him to view on coming midgets. This was going to be . . . Interesting. Meanwhile at the juke box another midget put a few quarters into it and whistled to get everyone’s attention. Jukebox Midget: Okay, Okay, look guys, this wouldn’t be a ballroom fight without . . PROPER MUSIC! So wait for it . . . Surprisingly all the midgets listen. Demarco attempts to make a move forward toward the exit . . . Jukebox Midget: HEY NO CHEATING YOU! Surprisingly Demarco takes a step back. Jukebox Midget: Wait for it . . . Ballroom Blitz by Sweet begins to play over the sound system of the bar. Are you ready Steve? Aha. Andy? YEAH! Mick? OK! Alright, fellas, LETS GO!!!! Jukebox Midget: GO FOR IT! With the music now playing the first few midgets run toward Demarco who swings the chair right down on the left one shattering the chair and crumbling the midget into a heap. The second Midget kicks Demarco’s Chin causing him to yelp . .. Yes yelp . . . In pain as he begins to hop on one foot. Lorenzo Demarco: FUCK! WHAT THE HELL! Lorenzo reaches down with one hand puts it on the midget’s forehead and with a great pushes shoves him backwards. The midget loses his balance and stumbles. Another midget had jumped on top of a table and jumped up on Demarco’s back grabbing him around the neck and putting him in a chokehold! Choking Midget: GOT YOU NOW! Lorenzo Demarco: Grrr . . Ugh . .. Err . . .ehhhhh! Demarco reaches back and grabs the midget by the ears. He throws him over him slamming him back first on the ground. Then in a cruel act he brings his left leg up and stomps down on the midget full force in the stomach causing the midget to even vomit up in the air, the spew falling back down all over his face. Slim Tomkins: HEY! HE WAS DOWN AND OUT! UNCALLED FOR! Lorenzo Demarco brings his hand up just slightly above how tall Slim Tomkins was. Lorenzo Demarco: You must be exactly this tall to have an opinion. So shut the fuck up! Lorenzo Demarco charges jumping over one midget that tries to tackle his legs and landing on top of another midget as if he was Mario and the midget was a goomba. The midget crumbles down to the ground and Lorenzo Demarco is unable to land properly and lands face first on the floor. A bunch of midgets begin to dog pile on top of him as he tries to get back up. There’s a lot of kicking, punching, biting, wet willies? Lorenzo Demarco: OUCH! EY! ACK! STOP THAT! HEY GET THAT OUT OF MY EAR! THAT BETTER BE YOUR FINGER! And the man at the back said everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz. And the girl in the corner said boy I wanna warn ya, it’ll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz. With great strength and determination Lorenzo Demarco surges to his feet, causing midgets to scatter all over. One Midget is still holding on to Demarco’s body but Lorenzo prys him off and lifts him over his head in a gorilla press. Slim Tomkins: PUT HIM DOWN . .. WAIT NO!!! DON’T . . DON’T!!! Too late as Lorenzo Demarco throws the midget and he goes crashing through a table. There was no doubt about it, that midget wasn’t going to get up anytime soon. Lorenzo Demarco continues to beeline to the exit. One midget grabs a beer bottle and tosses it at Demarco. It’s an successful hit as it nails Demarco in the back of the head with an surprising amount of force. Lorenzo Demarco: UGH! Ugh is right as Lorenzo Demarco stumbles and slams into the door that leads outside. He fumbles with the door handle and manages to get the door open and he goes outside of the bar. He takes a few steps away and attempts to catch his breath. Lorenzo Demarco: Shit, those short stack fuckers are ruthless. God damn, I’m out of there now though. I guess what’s done is done . . I guess . . . Oh shit . . The door of the bar opens and out pouring from it is a mob of angry midgets who spot Lorenzo Demarco immediately and begin to give chase. Lorenzo Demarco shakes his head in disbelief and begins to run down the side walk. The midgets are still giving chase, some cursing, some yelling, and others waving their fist as they do a good job of keeping up. Lorenzo Demarco: GOD DAMN IT! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! I’M GOING! I’M GOING! Lorenzo Demarco keeps running as he looks back here and there to see if the midgets were gaining. They weren’t, but they were definitely keeping pace. Demarco hit’s a corner as the crosswalk signal begins to say “Don’t Walk” Demarco ignores it and runs right into traffic as the sound of screeching cars is heard. Demarco hears a sickening thud and turns his back in time to see one car fail to stop completely and run smack right into the midget mob. The screams of anger become the screams of pain, suffering, agony, and there are also cries for help from the midgets still standing. Lorenzo Demarco makes it to the other side and turns around and yells. Lorenzo Demarco: HEY YOU SHORT FUCKERS . . . THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU HEAR ME! YOU DESERVED THAT . . YOU . . .YOU . ..YOU . . . Lorenzo Demarco surveys the scene. Several midgets were crawling to get back up but were failing to do so. A few more weren’t moving at all. The other midgets were in a panic pleading for people to call for help. Lorenzo Demarco sighs and pulls out his cell phone and begins to dial . . . Lorenzo Demarco: Christ . . . Why am I even caring . . Shit . . . Umm hello yes this is an emergency. I’m currently standing at the intersection of Maryview and Fiero Drive. Yes, there’s been an accident. A car just ran into a group of midgets. What’s that? Yes, I said a group of mid . . . Now look here bitch. I ain’t making this shit up I saw it with my own eyes. Yes a group of midgets ran into the road and got plowed over by a vehicle. Because they were chasing me that’s why! Yes a bunch of midgets were chasing me . . . I don’t know . . . What does that have to do with anything? Look I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who is going to call you about this so just send some fuckers down here. Yeah? Well, let me guess, you only have this job because you suck the dick of some county official. Am I right? Hello? Hello? Fuck! Lorenzo Demarco turns off his cellphone and puts it back. He surveys the scene again and looks across the street. This time he sees Slim Tomkins standing there with his mouth wide open as he can’t believe the carnage that is before him. He looks up and notices that Lorenzo Demarco is still there. He points at Lorenzo Demarco and then slides his finger across his throat. Lorenzo Demarco just shrugs and waves goodbye to Slim Tomkins as he turns around and walks off away from the scene of the accident. Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will eat me. Can’t talk about Arachne midgets will eat me. Can’t talk about Arachn . . Well now I can I suppose. No threat of midgets eating me. Yes, believe it or not I saw a bunch of midgets get mowed down by a car. Don’t believe me watch the news! If that doesn’t make the top headlines I don’t know what will. It’s definitely something you don’t see everyday, and hell something ninety nine percent of you won’t see in your lifetime. Not saying I’m proud of it, not saying I’m particularly excited that it happened. But never the less it’s just proof that in this life strange things happen. This is true for pro wrestling also. Strange things do happen. We are in a profession where Bucky Johnson can somehow carry a title. We are in a profession where it’s acceptable to come to work wearing a mask and not revealing what your identity is. I mean if we don’t know who the fuck Ataxia is how the hell is Ace able to write his checks? Serious, makes me wonder if Ace actually knows who he is, cause I know for a fact there’s no fucking way Ace pays in cash. We also live in a business where somehow or another you can succeed via losing. Let me explain, even if you lose you can still gain prestige and prominence if you perform valiantly, if you get the crowd up on their feet, and other factors. I don’t get it myself, who gives a fuck about anything you do if all it does leads to a loss, but never the less that’s how it goes. So this is a strange business we are in don’t you know. I mean you’ll find personalities that could never make it in any other field of work. That’s not a knock on them believe it or not, that’s a god damn compliment. Wrestling is tailor made for people who just don’t fit into the nine to five model. Where am I going with this. It’s simple, wrestling is strange, and it has an anything can happen atmosphere for a reason. It’s because of this atmosphere people like Arachne think they can beat me. It’s because that wrestling is strange people are willing to think those in GCWA will eventually over come the odds and topple N.F.B and banish them from GCWA for good. The problem is though . . There’s strange, there’s improbable (but not impossible), and there’s an third category simple known as “in your dreams” only in your dreams Arachne can you defeat me. Only in the dreams of all of you can N.F.B be beaten. So yes wrestling is a strange world, but even in a world in which anything can happen, there is established fact. And the fact is simply this. None of you can fucking withstand the true force of N.F.B . . . and Arachne come Inferno, your going to learn that with an knee to the side of the head. Cause I’m going to get PAID IN FULL and in this strange world of wrestling . . . I along with the rest of N.F.B will be fucking GODS! |
   
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