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April 1, 2007
Welcome to Kissimmee, Florida!
EWrestling.Org Presents GRINDER IX!
Exiting the bus
[You step off the bus after what seems to be one of the longest rides of your life, and it’s good to breathe fresh air again! The recycled atmosphere was starting to get to your stomach and finally back in open space; you stretch towards the sunlight. With your hands deep in your pockets taking inventory of the lint balls, you’ve already spent your weekly savings just to get to BACW’s biggest pay per view of the year! Scanning the gates, you intend on getting into the arena for free. Not moving with the flow of the crowd, you’re bumped by a stranger from behind and glancing over your shoulder, you roll your eyes shuffling along in unison with the rest of the crowd.]
Hustler: Get your BACW t-shirts only $10! All sizes available! Small fits the girlfriend with the big chest! Medium for the kids! And, extra large if you’re built like Quarter Bag! BACW t-shirts! Get them here for only $10. BACW t-shirts! Get’em while they last!
[Walking behind the guy who’s selling the bootleg shirts, you are cautious so when he stops, so do you.]
Buyer: [Again bumped from behind] Excuse me.
You: Jack-hole!
[He now has someone interested but you’re not buying anything from him until you actually see the shirts. Better stay close as they make the deal since hustlers move fast.]
Hustler: [A nervous scan brings out the obvious question.] You a cop?
[You get caught up in the crowd as the two move but gaining ground as the shirts exchange hands, a whistle blows and the hustler suddenly takes off.]
Hustler: Gotta go!
Buyer: What about my change?
Police: There he is! Get him! Hey! Stop! Stop right there!
[The buyer darts passed you spinning you to the black top as the undercover cops scramble right by your hidden location. Jesus that sucked, but as you pick yourself off the ground, you notice a brand new bootleg shirt sitting at your feet. Snatching it up, you notice the name “Marv” on the back.]
You: [Talking to yourself] Who the hell is Marv?
[Putting the free-bee over your back anyway, you continue what could potentially be one of the greatest days of your life. Looking towards the arena you notice security seems too beefed up to sneak in, and the chances of getting passed the guards go up in smoke. Just then, when all hope is lost, you’re unexpectedly tapped on the shoulder by stranger. Turning to face the kid who’s sporting an “Obey Obsidian” tattoo, you question his approach.]
You: [Nodding] Sup.
Dude: [Nervous glance.] Do know where I can get a ticket?
[He had to be kidding because out of all the people standing in front of the arena without a ticket, you barely had enough money for a corndog.]
You: Nah man, I don’t have any tickets.
Dude: Nice shirt… In fact, it was just the one I was looking for. You’re Marv right?
[Not only did you not look like a Marv, but you couldn’t imagine why this guy gravitated towards you in the first place. What made your shirt so special?]
You: Look dude… I’m not Mar…
Dude: [Interrupting] The deal is the same, get the stuff into the arena like we talked about, and you get a free ticket to Grinder. Any funny business and I’ll cut you up and feed you to the fishes.
You: [Glancing over my shoulder] Am I on candid camera?
Dude: Very funny Marv, just put the stuff in your pants and let’s get this over with.
You: Yeah, I’m not gay or anything you know.
Dude: Neither am I asshole! Look, you want the ticket or not?
You: Sure… I mean… Wait… what do you want me to do again?
Dude: [Frustrated] I need you to sneak booze and a small amount of cocaine into the arena. We give you a ticket, if you make it passed security, you get in for free. If you don’t, all I can tell you is not to drop the soap.
You: Why don’t you just do it your…
Dude: [Agitated] Look man, like I told you last night over AIM, I’m not missing this show! Plus my dad’s kind of a dick about stuff like this and would flip out if I got arrested. I don’t have all day, are you in?
Make your decision:
[YES]
[NO]
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