Saturday, May 5, 2012

THE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER ATTACKS

Today we have another tough story that is very R-rated. Thank you for your constant support.

THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 18...HELL

Professional wrestling was very popular when I was a young teenager. San Diego had one of the oldest and biggest arenas and all the famous wrestlers would have wrestling matches there.

It was a time when my parents had bought a small restaurant which they called the Swirley Kreme, home of the world-famous hamburgers. The restaurant was on El Cajon Boulevard in San Diego. Boy, did my parents fight over that restaurant. Mom had insisted on buying it for a family venture that someday would belong to Charley and me. Daddy had a fit because he was a top rated Chef in fancy restaurants and big resorts, and he had no desire to flip burgers in a little juke joint. Mom insisted that he give it a try because she saw a future in small burger drive-ins. MacDonalds was as yet unheard of, and soft ice cream was a new fad, so mom thought the restautrant could make us a lot of money. It was another thing for Charley and I to hate because we would have to work there for free (there was a promise that one day we would own the place) every day after school, and on weekends and holidays. This was on top of having to keep the house clean, and doing the laundry, and of course keeping up with homework.

Mom hired a bunch of kids from the High School to work in the restaurant and this galled Charley and I to no end. So what we did, was just pocket money from some people's orders and pay our own selves. It was a very hard time in life. The one bright spot in my life was Herbert Waldo; we had been going steady for four years and he was the nicest, kindest boy in the whole world. He would come to the restaurant and help out in order to see me. We had met in the Brethren Church and we went to all the youth functions together.

So anyway, here we were, making the best hamburgers in the world-quarter pounders with special sauce, lettuce, tomatoes, onions and pickles-and selling them for 15 cents apiece, when in walked these huge men wo turned out to be professional wrestlers and their managers. I waited on them and then went back and told daddy that they were out there. Well, daddy practically flew out front and introduced himself. It seemed that daddy liked to bet on wrestling also.

The men ended up spending two hours in the restaurant, and there was one huge wrestler named Harold "Tiny" M. He seemed taken with me and I was flattered. He told me that he could bring Gorgeous George and Mister Moto into the restaurant to meet me, if I would just go out with him once. Daddy said, sure that would be all right. Harold was over seven feet tall and weighed 300 pounds. Herbert was quite incensed, as he had a right to be, and Harold stood up and had Herbert stand up next to him; Herbert was a big young man, but he wasn't as big as Harold.

I was taken in with all the hoopla and this hurt Herbert a great deal, we never got our relationship straightened up afterward and that was too bad because I really needed Herbert's steadiness at that time of my life. Anyway, Harold was as good as his word and I got to meet Mr. Moto and Gorgeous George. So Harold asked dad if he could take me home that night, and dad said yes.

We got ionto this big fancy car and I was in awe of this big wrestler. Home was only about five miles away, and I expected to go straight there so I relaxed to enjoy this small treat.

Well, in about two miles, Harold pulled the car over. It was a very dark night and the neighborhood was one where people had walls or terraces hiding their front entrances. I started getting a little uncomfortable when Harold laughed and picked me up and set me down in the back seat of the car. He said that we needed to talk seriously because he would like to marry me, then he got out of the front seat and came around to sit in the back. At first he started telling me what he could give me for a life; he had a lot of money and was becoming famous as a wrestler, but then he started to get handsy.


Tomorrow we find Ann in a perilous situation; will she be raped?

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