The Piledriver Part Three

 

“I wonder what those two guys do for a living or if they even have jobs,” queried Mike.

 

“Beats me but they probably don’t sell cars or life insurance,” Matt joked.

 

“Those two guys are really getting me curious,” said Mike. “What if we asked them what they do for a living after they’ve finished working out?”

 

“I just hope those two dudes are friendly,” laughed Matt.

 

After about one hour had passed both Mike and Matt and the two newcomers to the gym had finished their workouts. Mike and Matt figured now was their chance to satisfy their curiosity. When they got to the change room Mike was the first to approach the two new dudes. “Hey guys. My friend Matt and I are really impressed with how you guys worked out. You guys can lift so much weight we wondered what you guys do for a living.”

 

The dude with the blue hair looked at Mike and Matt and grinned. “You guys wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”

 

“Now you really got us curious,” said Matt.

 

It was now the guy with the orange hair with the pointed goatee’s turn to speak. “We’re professional wrestlers. We both wrestle for an independent wrestling promotion in town.”

 

“Yeah, we might be wrestling in this promotion for a month or two and then when the crowd gets tired of us we’ll move on to a different city or a different state,” said Blue Hair.

 

“Yep, that’s the life of professional wrestler,” added Orange Hair.

 

You guys have some pretty good physiques yourself,” said Blue Hair. “Why don’t you drop by the wrestling school tomorrow afternoon? The promoter Al Sharp runs the wrestling school as well as serving as being the booker for the matches. We’ll introduce you to Al and you’ll get a chance to learn what independent wrestling is all about.”

 

Mike looked at Matt. “I don’t have anything planned for tomorrow 

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The Piledriver Part Two

always making them learn a new curriculum. The subjects and course material change every year he says. I’m starting to wonder if I’m dedicated enough to devote my whole life to teaching.”

Yeah I know what you mean,” replied Matt. “I mean I love cars and all that but not sure I want to dedicate my whole life fixing them either. I’m not so sure I’m going to stick with this trade.”

Well, well my friend, it sounds like were both in the same boat. Remember four-thirty tomorrow at the gym.”

I’ll be there.” replied Matt.

The next day the two friends met at the gym. They decided it was going to be their arms day. The two guys had advanced to the stage in their workouts where they specialize in one body part per day. When they had finished changing and got to the gym floor they headed straight for the biceps curl machine. As Mike was starting his first set of bicep curls, Matt noticed two guys they had seen before enter the gym. “Hey, Mike. Get a load of those two dudes who just came in.”

“What is this?A circus?” Mike observed.

The two new guys that walked in did appear to be a bit strange. One of them had blue hair styled like a mohawk. The other one had short orange hair on his head but had a pointed green goatee for a beard. They were both big guys. The one with the blue mohawk probably weighed about 260 pounds. The one with the short orange hair and pointed green goatee probably weighed in at around 280 pounds. The two new guys appeared to know what they were doing. They headed straight for the bench press. One of them started warming up with a 45 pound dumbbell in each hand. He began to do a set of dumbbell chest presses. Both Mike and Matt were impressed at the ease with which the Blue Hair lifted the dumbbells. At the end of his first set of ten repetitions there wasn’t a bead of sweat on him. He didn’t sound out of breath either.

New Fiction by Ken David Stewart The Piledriver

The Pile Driver Part One
It was about 4 PM when Mike Spangle arrived at his favorite bar. His best friend Matt Dunning was already at a table and waved Mike over. What Mike arrived at Matt’s table he could see that Matt had been reading in auto technician’s textbook..” Studying hard?’ Mike asked his friend.
“Every chance I get,” replied Matt.” “Did you sub today?”
Since he graduated from the faculty of education last May Mike Spangle had been working as a substitute teacher. At this point in his life he was not certain that he wanted a full-time permanent career as a teacher. Mike and Matt have been friends since grade school. They attended the same schools in elementary, junior high and high school. They had always been tight. Their friendship probably started in grade 5 when Matt was being swarmed by a group of bullies. Fortunately for Matt, Mike was just coming around the corner when he heard the ruckus. Mike was considerably larger than most boys his age and had a reputation for being a tough fighter. Mike had never been known to lose a fight. “Do you girls want to make this a fair fight? I’m with Matt.” The bullies look sullen and then sheepishly walked away. This incident started a lifelong bond between Mike and Matt.
“Yeah, I subbed at Blue River Junior High.” Mike answered.
“How was it?” Matt asked.
“I could answer that in two words, “junior high”. They both began to laugh.
“So do you think you’re want to be a teacher all your life?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately and I’m still undecided. When I talk with my cooperating teacher during my practicum he tells me he still putting in two hours of homework every night. I mean the guys been teaching for 20 years already. You would figure his workload would slow down.
Mr. James said that it doesn’t. He says that the school district is

The Conclusion of Lake Mariposa

The weekend at Lake Mariposa had been the biggest adventure that Rick had in his eighteen years on this earth. The rest of the summer was anticlimatic in a way. The simmering passion that Rick and Sasha had that weekend began to slowly but steadily decrease as the last weeks of summer came and went. They still had fun and enjoyed each other’s company as the days and weeks of summer passed. They often walked to the downtown library together, listened to Bob Dylan albums and passed quiet summer evening with Lloyd and Misty in their backyard. On Saturday nights they would often go to River Heights community club to dance and to listened to a local band. They would even go to Memorial Park one or two weekday evenings and hang out with some cool people. But things were changing and Rick knew it. They were no longer lovers. They had become friends. Sasha seemed to be enjoying talking to other guys at the Park far too much. She was starting to talk about returning to California in the fall and how she missed her mom. Rick could see the writing on the wall. His relationship with Sasha would end this summer. It was time that he started to make plans for himself for the fall.

 

Lake Mariposa Part Twenty-Eight

Lloyd, Sasha and Rick all got themselves a coffee and a sandwich when they got to the hospital cafeteria.

Well, Rick you’ve sure had some excitement with us this weekend,” said Lloyd.

That’s for sure. I could do with a little less of an adrenaline buzz the next time I go camping with you guys,” said Rick.

I’m amazed that you would even consider going anywhere with us again,” said Sasha.

Ah, come on, you guys are already like a second family to me,” Rick said with a smile.

Lloyd was watching the clock in the cafeteria closely. When the forty-five minutes was up Lloyd told the others that it was time to get back to the waiting area of the emergency ward.

The group waited nervously for word from Dr. Pauls. After about ten minutes he arrived.

Fortunately, I’ve got good news for you. I think Misty is going to be all right. The results of the brain scan came back and nothing abnormal was found. This is a good indication that there won’t be any permanent damage from Misty’s head injury. She did, however, suffer a mild concussion so I would ask that you keep a close eye on her for the next few weeks,” the doctor reported.

Oh, praise God!” Lloyd said. Lloyd isn’t a Christian but these were the first words to come out of his mouth.

Praise Jesus!” said Sasha in a loud voice.

When can she go home?” asked Rick.

We’ll keep Misty under observation for the rest of the night and the morning but if she remains stable you should be able to pick her up at about two in the afternoon,” Dr. Pauls answered.

I better call Mom,” said Sasha. Sasha walked the short distance to the pay phone to call her mother.

Hi, Mom. I’ve got great news. Dr. Pauls said that Misty is probably going to be all right. He told us that the brain scan did not show any evidence of a permanent brain injury,” said Sasha excitedly.

Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!” said Sheila almost screaming into the phone. I’ll have to phone all the prayer warriors and thank them for their prayer’s for Misty’s healing.”

 

 

 

Lake Mariposa Part Twenty-Six

In approximately one more hour we should have the results from her brain scan. Don’t worry. I have assigned a nurse to sit in a chair beside Misty’s bed to monitor her condition. I instructed her that if there is any change in Misty’s condition to alert me immediately. Why don’t you go to the cafeteria to get a coffee and I will give you an update you in about an hour,” said Dr. Pauls with a calm, reassuring tone to his voice.

Thank you doctor. We’ll be back in the waiting room in about forty-five minutes,” Lloyd said.

While the doctor was talking to her father Sasha had gone to the nearest pay phone in the lobby of the hospital. She called her mother, Sheila’s, number.

Her mother picked up the phone on the second ring.

Hi, honey. How are you enjoying your vacation so far?” asked Sheila.

Well, it hasn’t been boring. I can say that much. Look, Mom the reason I’m calling is that Misty is in the hospital right now,” said Sasha very voice trembling.

Oh, my God, what happened to her?” asked Sheila sounding like she was choking on her words. Sheila was just about to go out to a Bible study.

Misty had an accident. Sheila slipped and fell and hit her head on a rock. The doctor was able to sew up the wound to her head but he is still keeping her under observation as he fears there may be some complications,” Sasha said checking to see if her father was still talking to the doctor.

What kind of complications?

Well, Misty has been speaking in gibberish and appears to be hallucinating,” answered Sasha.

Where were you guys when this happened?” asked Sheila beginning to sound very agitated.

We have been at The Lake Mariposa outdoor rock festival for the past two days. Dad took us,” said Sasha.

Did Misty take any drugs when she was at the festival?” asked her mom.

She smoked some weed but I think that a guy she met at the festival gave her some acid. The acid may have been contaminated,” said Sasha.

So what’s happening right now?” asked her mom standing up now and beginning to pace while talking on the phone to her daughter.

Well, Dad is talking to Misty’s doctor right now. I’m sure he’s getting an update on her condition.

Look Sasha. I’m going to quickly drive to my Bible study where I have some great prayer warriors that can start praying for Misty. And Sasha. I want you to call me as soon as you get further updates on Misty’s condition.”

I will Mom. I’m going to give you the phone number for Winnipeg General Hospital Emergency. I’m sure that Dad and I are going to be here for most of the night. I love you, Mom.” Sasha began to sob.

 

 

 

Lake Mariposa Part Twenty-Five

After about a forty minute ride Lloyd’s van arrived at the Winnipeg General Hospital’s parking lot. Lloyd, Rick and Sasha all rushed to the area marked Emergency. They could see an ambulance pull in as they got to the hospital’s entrance doors. They notified the receptionist that they were there for Misty. The hospital receptionist told them that Misty had been admitted about ten minutes ago and she would get a doctor to talk to them once he knew what Misty’s condition was. She asked them to have a seat in the waiting room.

Rick nervously started looking for something to read on the magazine table. He selected a recent issue of Sports Illustrated. Lloyd and Sasha opted to skip trying to read. They both just sat and waited nervously. There were about ten people in the waiting room. Some of them looked like they had been waiting a long time. Rick offered to get the others a coffee from the vending machines in the hall.

After approximately one hour’s wait a doctor walked into the waiting room and asked if he could speak to Misty’s father.

Good evening sir. I’m Doctor Pauls. I have examined your daughter and have sent her for a brain scan. We were able to suture the wound to her head but I am concerned about Misty’s garbled speech. We are checking for a possible brain injury. Could I ask you a question, sir?”

Of course. Is Misty going to be all right, doctor?” asked Lloyd with a worried look on his face.

We’ll know more after the brain scan. Try not to worry. Did your daughter take any drugs when you were at the rock festival?” asked Dr. Pauls.

She took some bad acid,” Lloyd replied.

LSD?” asked the doctor.

I believe so.”

Do you recall the time that she ingested the LSD?” asked Dr. Pauls.

It was probably early this afternoon. Some creep she met at the festival gave it to her,” Lloyd answered.

The reason I am asking is that the LSD may account for some of the symptoms your daughter is presenting. It appears that she may still be experiencing hallucinations,” explained the doctor.

Well, an acid trip can last up to twelve hours,” said Lloyd speaking as one who should know. Lloyd had tried acid a few times in his life but didn’t really like the drug’s strong effects. It had made him paranoid. Lloyd much preferred the milder, mellowing effects of smoking marijuana.