The Case of the Problem Prone Bodyslammers--Part Eight
by HA
When they stepped into the ring, Bo and Blake faced their opponents, then did their own showboating. Bo posed for the crowd while Blake displayed a series of chops, punches, and kicks. The crowd applauded the local challengers, especially Blake for his skills in the martial arts.
Bo studied the two wrestlers on the other side of the ring closely. "Okay, so who gets to be the first one in the ring?" he asked his partner.
"Well, let's decide this in the traditional way," Blake answered, forming his hand into a fist.
"Gotcha," Bo said, following Blake's lead. "Loser goes first."
They faced each other, then they started moving their fists up and down while counting "one, two, three." At "three," they changed their fists into what they had in mind. Bo flattened out his palm while Blake formed his hand into a V-sign.
Blake stared at Bo's hand, then his own. "Sorry, buddy. Scissors beats paper," he said with a grin while "cutting" Bo's flat hand.
"Drat," Bo said, looking at the other side of the ring. Marvin Marvelous had stepped outside to his corner while the Masked Marauder remained in the ring. "Double drat."
"Good luck, Crash," Blake told Bo while slapping his shoulder. He stepped outside to his corner, leaving Bo to face the Masked Marauder.
"I'm gonna need it," Bo said.
The bell rang, and the two combatants started things off with a grapple. The Masked Marauder broke the grapple and threw a fist at Bo, who responded with a well-timed fall that made the punch more realistic. He hit the padded floor of the ring with a thud. The padding helped, but Bo felt a little sore.
"I guess that guy's Crash," Shirley heard a boy behind her quip.
The Masked Marauder proceeded to stomp Bo in the abdomen. Actually, he was stomping on the area next to Bo's stomach. Bo moved accordingly to sell the attack and looked genuinely hurt afterwards. The Masked Marauder pulled Bo up by his arm to his face. "Ready for a clothesline?" he whispered to Bo.
"Yeah," Bo answered back, and he was flung into the ropes. As he was bounced back, the Masked Marauder ran into him with his forearm outstretched. Bo leaned back so that the move only grazed him and fell to the floor again.
As the Masked Marauder roared and stretched out his arms, Bo picked himself up and tacked him from behind. The heel wrestler fell face first to the mat. Bo turned him over and went for the pin, but his opponent managed to kick out before the referee could make a one-count. Both wrestlers got up and faced each other.
As Shirley watched the match, she glanced at Bill Turner now and then. He gathered from his facial expression that he was very anxious about something. He seemed to be studying something in the ring closely.
"Excuse me for a moment," Bill Turner told his boss as he rose from his seat. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Suit yourself, Bill," Mr. Hammond said. "You're gonna miss some of the action."
"Oh, you can tell me what happens when I get back," the security chief said before he left.
Bo and the Masked Marauder exchanged blows, with the heel gaining the advantage. Bo got a few punches on his opponent and managed to sell his opponent's hits mainly because a few actually made contact. One punch to the stomach nearly knocked the wind out of him.
The Masked Marauder grabbed Bo and got ready to power-slam him. "You okay?" he asked, noticing how Bo was trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah," Bo forced himself to say. "No problem."
"Okay, then. Here we go." The Masked Marauder picked Bo up and got ready to slam him.
"Mommy," Bo whimpered before the Masked Marauder slammed him to the canvas.
The Masked Marauder got into Bo's face. "Get ready for another one," he warned.
"Wha...?" Bo was lifted off the ground and found himself being readied for another power-slam. He yelled to the top of his lungs as he was slammed to the canvas again.
Shirley watched the whole spectacle and started to get worried. "Will he be okay?" she asked Mr. Hammond.
"He seems to be in good shape," Mr. Hammond answered. "He'll be fine."
*I hope so,* Shirley thought. She found herself wondering if getting Bo and Blake into the charity event as performers was such a good idea.
"I think you'd better see what Bill's up to," Mr. Hammond recommended to the young detective. "After all, this part of the plan is yours to execute."
Shirley nodded in agreement and left her seat to follow Bill Turner. She took one last look at Bo and wished that he would be okay before she left the crowd.
Mr. Hammond pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and turned it on. "This is Big Boss. Little Miss is heading to the portajohns. Be prepared. Over and out."
While the Masked Marauder taunted the crowd over his two body slams in a row, Bo picked himself up despite the soreness overcoming his body and headed for Blake. Blake stretched out his arm, ready to receive his partner's tag. "Come on, Bo," he told the battered amateur.
Bo reached out for Blake's arm, but then found himself being yanked in the opposite direction. The Masked Marauder had grabbed Bo from behind and knocked him down with a forearm. While Bo was down, the Masked Marauder did a legdrop on him after running across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. Although the padding of the ring helped ease the blow, Bo still felt a little pain. The Masked Marauder went for the pin, but Bo managed to break it before the referee could make a three-count. The heel picked up Bo and threw him to the ropes. There, Marvin Marvelous knocked Bo on his back, sending him facedown into the mat. Blake started shouting to the referee, trying to point out what Marvin had done. While the referee tried to calm Blake down, Marvin Marvelous came into the ring and the two heels ganged up on Bo with kicks to his back. Although the kicks were aimed at the canvas, they were done so quickly that some of them made contact with Bo's back. When the referee returned his attention to the ring, Marvin Marvelous had returned to his corner and the Masked Marauder was Bo's only attacked. Throughout this cowardly attack, the crowd reacted the way the performers wanted them to. The fans booed the heel loudly and shouted "Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash!"
Bo groaned as he was picked up and whipped into the ropes again. This time Bo managed to knock the Masked Marauder down with a dropkick. The maneuver drained him, however, and he was down on the mat as well. He heard the crowd cheer him on and the referee start the ten-count on him and the Masked Marauder. Blake and Marvin Marvelous shouted to their partners to get up.
While Bo was recovering from his "beating," Shirley searched for Bill Turner near the port-a-potties. She found him standing behind a tree watching everything in the ring with binoculars. She walked behind the port-a-potties to sneak up on the security chief from behind.
In the meantime, both Bo and the Masked Marauder beat the ten-count and were on their feet. Bo dazed the Masked Marauder with a few punches to the face and took him down with a tackle. He went for the pin and would have won the match if Marvin Marvelous had not kicked him in the back to break the pin. While Bo rolled away, the Masked Marauder got up and tagged his partner in. Bo tried to tag Blake in, but Marvin Marvelous knocked him away. "Take that, you little weakling!" he shouted. The crowd ate it up and booed him.
Shirley watched as Bill Turner took something small out of his pocket. The security chief was chuckling to himself as he held the object in his hand. She got in closer and saw that it was a remote control. "Soon, Teddy, they'll all pay," she heard him say.
Meanwhile, Marvin Marvelous had grabbed Bo by the arm and kicked him down. He went for the pin, but Bo got out at the two-count. "You're doing great, Bo," he praised in a low voice as he picked the youngster up.
Bill Turner smiled, then pressed a button on the remote control. "I'll show them all that this so-called sports entertainment is unsafe and unfit for children."
Marvin Marvelous flung Bo into the ropes. Bill Turner watched all this from his position through his binoculars. He gasped as Bo bounced off the ropes and knocked Marvin Marvelous down with a clothesline.
Bill Turner was puzzled. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He watched as Bo picked up Marvin Marvelous and flung him into the ropes. The cocky heel bounced off them and ran into Bo's outstretched foot in his stomach. "That wasn't supposed to happen either," the vengeful security chief said with a snarl.
"Oh, really?" Shirley addressed the security chief from behind. Startled, Bill Turner faced the young detective.
"What did you do?" the security chief demanded.
"We removed those electricity conductor cables you placed in the ring ropes," Shirley explained. "I'm amazed you rigged them so that the ropes would be electrified and shock anyone who came into contact with them, but as an electrician and occasional inventor, you would find a way. Considering the sweat being produced by all that activity, he would have been killed instantly."
Bill Turner glared at the amateur sleuth. "They deserve to die for what they did to Teddy!" he shouted angrily. "They tried to smooth over things with a little apology and some money. My brother may have bought it, but not me! Teddy deserved justice, and I'll deliver it to these ignorant fools."
"If I recall, Teddy's friend was the one who did the wrestling maneuver that killed your nephew, not these wrestlers," Shirley said calmly.
"But he learned that move from watching those damned wrestlers," Bill Turner said. "They teach innocent children to beat each other up and as a result, they get hurt or die. I vowed that they'd never hurt anyone again, and I kept my vow."
"By hurting and possibly killing innocent people?" Shirley stared into the security chief's eyes. "It's over, Felder."
Bill Turner laughed. "Really? I don't see anyone else here, and I doubt you can take me on, little girl."
He lunged at Shirley, who stepped aside quickly and tripped him. Bill Turner crashed to the ground, dropping his worthless remote control.
Shirley looked down at the fallen man. "Not bad for a little girl, huh?"
Bill Turner recovered quickly and got up. Shirley backed away from him as he closed in on her, his hands ready to grab her. "Why you little..."
"Picking on little girls now, Bill?"
Bill Turner turned around and saw Major Glory behind him. He was joined by Captain Courageous and "Breaker" Brody.
"So, you're the guy who nearly broke my neck," Captain Courageous said, glaring at the security chief.
"Breaker" Brody balled his hand into a fist and punched the palm of his hand. "Let's return the favor then, boys."
Bill Turner looked for a way out, but he saw a small assortment of uniformed men in the distance heading his way. Some of them were wearing security uniforms, but he recognized the police uniforms on three of the men. "How...?" he began, shocked that the police were on to him.
"Oh, we called them and told them everything," Major Glory answered. "Give it up, Bill."
"Never!" Bill Turner declared defiantly. He grabbed Shirley by the arm and threw her into the three wrestlers. While "Breaker" Brody caught her, the vengeful security chief ran away from them.
"Are you okay?" "Breaker" Brody asked Shirley.
"I'll be fine," Shirley said, watching Bill Turner run away. "Is the whole area sealed?"
"Yep," Captain Courageous answered. "He's not going anywhere. The ring crew, security, and the police are ready for him."
"Just the same, we'd better go after him," Shirley recommended. She ran after the now-fugitive Bill Turner with the three wrestlers and the small posse of uniformed men behind her.
END OF PART EIGHT
by HA
When they stepped into the ring, Bo and Blake faced their opponents, then did their own showboating. Bo posed for the crowd while Blake displayed a series of chops, punches, and kicks. The crowd applauded the local challengers, especially Blake for his skills in the martial arts.
Bo studied the two wrestlers on the other side of the ring closely. "Okay, so who gets to be the first one in the ring?" he asked his partner.
"Well, let's decide this in the traditional way," Blake answered, forming his hand into a fist.
"Gotcha," Bo said, following Blake's lead. "Loser goes first."
They faced each other, then they started moving their fists up and down while counting "one, two, three." At "three," they changed their fists into what they had in mind. Bo flattened out his palm while Blake formed his hand into a V-sign.
Blake stared at Bo's hand, then his own. "Sorry, buddy. Scissors beats paper," he said with a grin while "cutting" Bo's flat hand.
"Drat," Bo said, looking at the other side of the ring. Marvin Marvelous had stepped outside to his corner while the Masked Marauder remained in the ring. "Double drat."
"Good luck, Crash," Blake told Bo while slapping his shoulder. He stepped outside to his corner, leaving Bo to face the Masked Marauder.
"I'm gonna need it," Bo said.
The bell rang, and the two combatants started things off with a grapple. The Masked Marauder broke the grapple and threw a fist at Bo, who responded with a well-timed fall that made the punch more realistic. He hit the padded floor of the ring with a thud. The padding helped, but Bo felt a little sore.
"I guess that guy's Crash," Shirley heard a boy behind her quip.
The Masked Marauder proceeded to stomp Bo in the abdomen. Actually, he was stomping on the area next to Bo's stomach. Bo moved accordingly to sell the attack and looked genuinely hurt afterwards. The Masked Marauder pulled Bo up by his arm to his face. "Ready for a clothesline?" he whispered to Bo.
"Yeah," Bo answered back, and he was flung into the ropes. As he was bounced back, the Masked Marauder ran into him with his forearm outstretched. Bo leaned back so that the move only grazed him and fell to the floor again.
As the Masked Marauder roared and stretched out his arms, Bo picked himself up and tacked him from behind. The heel wrestler fell face first to the mat. Bo turned him over and went for the pin, but his opponent managed to kick out before the referee could make a one-count. Both wrestlers got up and faced each other.
As Shirley watched the match, she glanced at Bill Turner now and then. He gathered from his facial expression that he was very anxious about something. He seemed to be studying something in the ring closely.
"Excuse me for a moment," Bill Turner told his boss as he rose from his seat. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Suit yourself, Bill," Mr. Hammond said. "You're gonna miss some of the action."
"Oh, you can tell me what happens when I get back," the security chief said before he left.
Bo and the Masked Marauder exchanged blows, with the heel gaining the advantage. Bo got a few punches on his opponent and managed to sell his opponent's hits mainly because a few actually made contact. One punch to the stomach nearly knocked the wind out of him.
The Masked Marauder grabbed Bo and got ready to power-slam him. "You okay?" he asked, noticing how Bo was trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah," Bo forced himself to say. "No problem."
"Okay, then. Here we go." The Masked Marauder picked Bo up and got ready to slam him.
"Mommy," Bo whimpered before the Masked Marauder slammed him to the canvas.
The Masked Marauder got into Bo's face. "Get ready for another one," he warned.
"Wha...?" Bo was lifted off the ground and found himself being readied for another power-slam. He yelled to the top of his lungs as he was slammed to the canvas again.
Shirley watched the whole spectacle and started to get worried. "Will he be okay?" she asked Mr. Hammond.
"He seems to be in good shape," Mr. Hammond answered. "He'll be fine."
*I hope so,* Shirley thought. She found herself wondering if getting Bo and Blake into the charity event as performers was such a good idea.
"I think you'd better see what Bill's up to," Mr. Hammond recommended to the young detective. "After all, this part of the plan is yours to execute."
Shirley nodded in agreement and left her seat to follow Bill Turner. She took one last look at Bo and wished that he would be okay before she left the crowd.
Mr. Hammond pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and turned it on. "This is Big Boss. Little Miss is heading to the portajohns. Be prepared. Over and out."
While the Masked Marauder taunted the crowd over his two body slams in a row, Bo picked himself up despite the soreness overcoming his body and headed for Blake. Blake stretched out his arm, ready to receive his partner's tag. "Come on, Bo," he told the battered amateur.
Bo reached out for Blake's arm, but then found himself being yanked in the opposite direction. The Masked Marauder had grabbed Bo from behind and knocked him down with a forearm. While Bo was down, the Masked Marauder did a legdrop on him after running across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. Although the padding of the ring helped ease the blow, Bo still felt a little pain. The Masked Marauder went for the pin, but Bo managed to break it before the referee could make a three-count. The heel picked up Bo and threw him to the ropes. There, Marvin Marvelous knocked Bo on his back, sending him facedown into the mat. Blake started shouting to the referee, trying to point out what Marvin had done. While the referee tried to calm Blake down, Marvin Marvelous came into the ring and the two heels ganged up on Bo with kicks to his back. Although the kicks were aimed at the canvas, they were done so quickly that some of them made contact with Bo's back. When the referee returned his attention to the ring, Marvin Marvelous had returned to his corner and the Masked Marauder was Bo's only attacked. Throughout this cowardly attack, the crowd reacted the way the performers wanted them to. The fans booed the heel loudly and shouted "Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash!"
Bo groaned as he was picked up and whipped into the ropes again. This time Bo managed to knock the Masked Marauder down with a dropkick. The maneuver drained him, however, and he was down on the mat as well. He heard the crowd cheer him on and the referee start the ten-count on him and the Masked Marauder. Blake and Marvin Marvelous shouted to their partners to get up.
While Bo was recovering from his "beating," Shirley searched for Bill Turner near the port-a-potties. She found him standing behind a tree watching everything in the ring with binoculars. She walked behind the port-a-potties to sneak up on the security chief from behind.
In the meantime, both Bo and the Masked Marauder beat the ten-count and were on their feet. Bo dazed the Masked Marauder with a few punches to the face and took him down with a tackle. He went for the pin and would have won the match if Marvin Marvelous had not kicked him in the back to break the pin. While Bo rolled away, the Masked Marauder got up and tagged his partner in. Bo tried to tag Blake in, but Marvin Marvelous knocked him away. "Take that, you little weakling!" he shouted. The crowd ate it up and booed him.
Shirley watched as Bill Turner took something small out of his pocket. The security chief was chuckling to himself as he held the object in his hand. She got in closer and saw that it was a remote control. "Soon, Teddy, they'll all pay," she heard him say.
Meanwhile, Marvin Marvelous had grabbed Bo by the arm and kicked him down. He went for the pin, but Bo got out at the two-count. "You're doing great, Bo," he praised in a low voice as he picked the youngster up.
Bill Turner smiled, then pressed a button on the remote control. "I'll show them all that this so-called sports entertainment is unsafe and unfit for children."
Marvin Marvelous flung Bo into the ropes. Bill Turner watched all this from his position through his binoculars. He gasped as Bo bounced off the ropes and knocked Marvin Marvelous down with a clothesline.
Bill Turner was puzzled. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He watched as Bo picked up Marvin Marvelous and flung him into the ropes. The cocky heel bounced off them and ran into Bo's outstretched foot in his stomach. "That wasn't supposed to happen either," the vengeful security chief said with a snarl.
"Oh, really?" Shirley addressed the security chief from behind. Startled, Bill Turner faced the young detective.
"What did you do?" the security chief demanded.
"We removed those electricity conductor cables you placed in the ring ropes," Shirley explained. "I'm amazed you rigged them so that the ropes would be electrified and shock anyone who came into contact with them, but as an electrician and occasional inventor, you would find a way. Considering the sweat being produced by all that activity, he would have been killed instantly."
Bill Turner glared at the amateur sleuth. "They deserve to die for what they did to Teddy!" he shouted angrily. "They tried to smooth over things with a little apology and some money. My brother may have bought it, but not me! Teddy deserved justice, and I'll deliver it to these ignorant fools."
"If I recall, Teddy's friend was the one who did the wrestling maneuver that killed your nephew, not these wrestlers," Shirley said calmly.
"But he learned that move from watching those damned wrestlers," Bill Turner said. "They teach innocent children to beat each other up and as a result, they get hurt or die. I vowed that they'd never hurt anyone again, and I kept my vow."
"By hurting and possibly killing innocent people?" Shirley stared into the security chief's eyes. "It's over, Felder."
Bill Turner laughed. "Really? I don't see anyone else here, and I doubt you can take me on, little girl."
He lunged at Shirley, who stepped aside quickly and tripped him. Bill Turner crashed to the ground, dropping his worthless remote control.
Shirley looked down at the fallen man. "Not bad for a little girl, huh?"
Bill Turner recovered quickly and got up. Shirley backed away from him as he closed in on her, his hands ready to grab her. "Why you little..."
"Picking on little girls now, Bill?"
Bill Turner turned around and saw Major Glory behind him. He was joined by Captain Courageous and "Breaker" Brody.
"So, you're the guy who nearly broke my neck," Captain Courageous said, glaring at the security chief.
"Breaker" Brody balled his hand into a fist and punched the palm of his hand. "Let's return the favor then, boys."
Bill Turner looked for a way out, but he saw a small assortment of uniformed men in the distance heading his way. Some of them were wearing security uniforms, but he recognized the police uniforms on three of the men. "How...?" he began, shocked that the police were on to him.
"Oh, we called them and told them everything," Major Glory answered. "Give it up, Bill."
"Never!" Bill Turner declared defiantly. He grabbed Shirley by the arm and threw her into the three wrestlers. While "Breaker" Brody caught her, the vengeful security chief ran away from them.
"Are you okay?" "Breaker" Brody asked Shirley.
"I'll be fine," Shirley said, watching Bill Turner run away. "Is the whole area sealed?"
"Yep," Captain Courageous answered. "He's not going anywhere. The ring crew, security, and the police are ready for him."
"Just the same, we'd better go after him," Shirley recommended. She ran after the now-fugitive Bill Turner with the three wrestlers and the small posse of uniformed men behind her.
END OF PART EIGHT