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and floor. Madison was cheering and clapping when someone threw an empty beer can up on the stage. Hey! She looked around, spotting a guy at a table nearby chucking another beer can. That’s my job, God damn it! I’d better get the cans ready. She looked around her table in a haze. Where’d I put the cans? The DJ’s head kept bobbing as the throbbing beat of the music picked up a notch.
    The MC continued, “I am Dizorder Lee, your host for this evening! We’re so glad you untangled yourselves and got here! All the suits have gone night-night,” he made a loud kissy sound into the mic as Madison crawled under the table to find the cans, “and the real fun can begin! Our first bout has some interesting guys you’re going to love, and one conceited asshole you’ll love to hate. First up we have Dewwwey Decimator!” Dewey strode out, waving to the audience. He brandished his fists at every table near him. “Dewey was fired from the library when he went postal with his fists, punching everyone in sight when all the late book returns hit in one day!” The crowd waved their own fists in the air in salute to Dewey. “He’s our kind of guy!” Dizorder Lee said. Dewey ran over to stand at the side of the MC, nodding and pointing at random people in the audience.
    “Next! We have none other than… Sparkle Pecs!” Sparky danced out in a boxer kind of style, stopping to make muscle poses and show off his strong chest that had glitter rubbed all over it. Dizorder Lee continued. “Sparkle Pecs spent many bored years as a vampire until he dedicated his undead life to fitness! The result being that he has almost cured himself! That’s right! But be careful. If he starts to lose a fight he’s tempted to resort to what he knows best.” The MC turned to Sparky and said, “Don’t make us muzzle you, Sparky. Fight fair.” Sparky acted as if he were thinking about it and reluctantly agreed, nodding his head, and bouncing over to stand next to Dewey Decimator.
    Using an annoyed tone, the MC said, “I don’t know what to tell you about this next guy. He gives the fine sport of wrestling a bad name. He’s disgusting! Coming out here half-naked all the time! He makes me sick! And I think we should all—” Atomic Waist ran out on the stage in a fury, grabbed the announcer by the neck and punched him full in the face with his huge fist, then repeatedly pounded on the top of his head. If Madison hadn’t seen it in rehearsal she would have wondered if it were indeed real. The crowd as one gave a loud moan on first impact and began to shout and boo as the announcer collapsed on stage, appearing to be knocked out, his microphone and long cable draped over his belly. Dewey Decimator and Sparkle Pecs in the background acted like they were caught up in a fierce battle of rock, paper, scissors as they were walking off the stage and didn’t notice what Atomic Waist had just done to the poor MC, Dizorder Lee.
    It was ridiculous fun and Spenser jumped up, booing and laughing with the crowd. She froze for a second as if she just had remembered why she was there, grabbed her camera off the table, and ran off to find better angles to shoot from.
    Atomic Waist held his fists up high in the air as he flexed and roared his rage at the crowd. They roared back, begging for more.
    Damn! His real name was Daniel, but Madison had to admit the stage name Atomic Waist was a much better fit for him. Recalling when he and Spenser had first met, Madison had thought it odd that instead of carrying on about that manly body, Spenser had talked about him having an adorable face, with the way his eyebrows drooped at the outer corners like a hound dog puppy. He always looked like he was happy in an apologetic way. Studying him now, Madison decided his face was as exciting as wilted lettuce. But he was built like a thunder god and when he smiled, Spenser fell apart like she was twelve years old again. Must be the goofy smile.
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