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| Another Bet Gone Wrong | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 8 2009, 03:31 AM (72 Views) | |
| .:: SMP ::. | Jan 8 2009, 03:31 AM Post #1 |
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More Cowbell Please
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"Alright hombre, come with me." I don't quite know where I am. Hell the people who are keeping me captive at the moment probably don't know where we are. All I know that they're speaking Mexican, and they've been feeding me some spicy food. It's been a bad couple of weeks. I wonder if I will ever get let go. If I ever will see my girlfriend again. If I will ever do what I for some reason love doing, and that is wrestling. All those questions have been running through my mind for the past couple of weeks. Finally the questions may be answered. "Sit down." Sean: What the hell are you guys going to do?! "Just sit there and wait for the boss." Sean: Fucking answer me, damn it. Before I knew it I was knocked out. All I could see after I said the well-choiced words, is a wrench. I was woken up a hour or so later when I got put face to face with the 'leader' of the pack that kidnapped me. All I could do is stare eye to eye with him as he yelled at me. "You think you're funny don't you. Trying to not pay your bill. Do you know what we do to people who don't pay up? Huh, hombre do ya?!" Sean: I'm guessing slap them with a wrench for several hours... "We got a funny guy here. Ha-ha! Shut up. Now this is what I want you to do. The money you gather from your 'wrestling' you give to us. If you don't. Plain and simple, we kill you. Got it?" Sean: You're fucking crazy! "Do we look crazy to you. Accept it, or die right now." Sean: ...... "The faster you accept. The faster we let you go." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what my girlfriend would think. I just had to do the right thing for my future and my life. Sean: Fine. I accept. "Good. Now you can go, but remember. You fail to pay us. You die. We will find you, don't worry. We are like the FBI." They untied me and let go running. I ran as fast as I could, didn't know if they were going to change their mind and shoot me. I escaped there little house and just kept running until I reached the desert. Who would of known a bad bet would of went this way. All I can say is that I am never going to trust a Mexican again. And, I'm never betting ten-thousand dollars on horse racing again. |
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