The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 5

Bob Hoffman performs a hip-lift with the World's Largest Dumbbell - while it's owner, Warren Lincoln Travis, watches intently. I don't know about you, but I think that 2,000 pound dumbbell would make a heck of a nice Christmas present - except it would be a heck of a lot of work for Santa, the elves and the reindeer!

Note: This post is Part 5 in the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story - and things are starting to heat
up.

If you missed Parts 1 - 4, be sure to read them first;
after all, it's a story, and you need to start at the
beginning:

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Part 3

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-3.html


Part 4

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-4.html

And now, without further ado, let's go back
to the action . . . .

The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 5)

"So how about it?" asked the promoter. "One more
match before you leave town -- a special championship
match on Christmas Eve?"

The masked man paused and thought it over.

"Who wins?" he asked.

The promoter chuckled.

"Why -- the champ, of course! It's a Loser Leave Town
Match. You're leaving town. The champ's staying."

"How do we play it?"

"You guys do whatever you want for 30 or 40 minutes.
Get lots of heat going. I want the fans going crazy.
And then you give him one of those great big body
slams you do -- but don't knock him out, okay?"

"What then?"

"You slap on the old figure four leg-lock while he's
lying there stunned -- but he reverses it -- and that's
how he wins!"

"That sounds easy enough."

"The fans will love it! Just sell it really good. Make
them think he's broke your leg."

"They'll like that, won't they?"

"Absolutely! You're the most hated man in the territory!"

The masked man nodded. He was used to being hated
wherever he went.

"Give me the contract," he said.

The promoter slid the standard sheet of paper across the desk.

The masked man read it carefully -- and then signed it.

He handed the paper back to the promoter.

"There you go," he said.

The promoter took the contract, glanced at the signature, and
smiled in satisfaction.

"Is that your real name?" he asked.

The masked man shrugged.

"Maybe," he said.

"I knew a guy with that name once. He lived down the street.
Something happened when he was a kid -- what was it?"

"Must have been something pretty bad if you remember it after
all these years."

"Yeah, it must have been. Heck, I remember. It was a fire. That's
right, a fire. Killed his parents. He and his brother ended up
in the county home. He stayed there until he finished school, I
think."

"Most kids in the county home don't finish school."

"Yeah, but this guy was different. Big guy. Real strong. Used
to work out all the time. Played football. Wrestled, too. He
was pretty good at it. All Conference."

"What happened to him?"

"He joined the army, I think. Or maybe the Marines."

"Ever see him again?"

"Nope. Guy's never come back."

"Some guys never do."

"Yeah, I guess that's right."

The promoter sat back in his chair and looked at his watch. He
had another meeting scheduled in five minutes.

"So -- we're all set, right?"

The masked man nodded.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

He stood up and walked to the door -- then stopped, and turned
back to the promoter.

"They say that championship belt is made of real gold -- with
real diamonds. Is that true?"

"It's true. It's the best damn belt anywhere. I had it made
special."

"You think maybe I could look at it -- or even just hold it?
After the match, I mean."

The promoter looked back with a twisted smile.

"Sure, pal -- you can do whatever you want to do -- after the
match is over."

"Thanks."

"If you feel up to it, I mean."

The masked man nodded, opened the door, and left the promoter
sitting behind him.


LATER -- ON CHRISTMAS EVE --


As Pete walked to his squad car, he passed a Salvation Army
volunteer, standing in back of his kettle, ringing his bell
and calling "Merry Christmas" to everyone who passed by --
and a "Thank you!" to everyone who tossed a coin into the
kettle.

"Hey, Pete -- you got a second?"

"Sure, Bill -- what's up?"

"I gotta tell you about something -- something I heard."

"What is it?"

"You know that masked wrestler -- the guy that's been knocking
everyone out? The one that started the riot last week?"

"What about him?"

"Well, two things. First off, I know who he is. And I know
him. So do you. We were all in the Home together."

Pete's jaw dropped in amazement.

"Of course!" he said. "It's Frankie! That's how he knew my name!"

"Well, there's something else."

"What?"

"You know the big match tonight at the auditorium? Where Frankie's
wrestling the Champ?"

"Sure, I'm heading over there right now. They're expecting the
biggest crowd ever."

"Yeah, while I heard some guys talking about it -- the promoter
is paying the Champ to break his leg!"

"Break which leg?"

"No, he's paying him to break Frankie's leg!"

Pete swore under his breath.

"The hell he is!" he said.

"No, really -- that's the plan. They have it all figured out. Some
special ending where Frankie is working him over -- and then he
fights back and gets Frankie in some kind of leg hold -- and they
told Frankie to make like the Champ breaks his leg -- but they're
gonna do it for real. Break his leg, I mean!"

Peter shook his head.

"No, they're not!" he promised.

He slammed his hands together. It sounded like an explosion.

"Come on!" he said, grabbing the kettle and turning toward the
squad car. "We gotta go find Frankie!"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

P.S. I had planned on finishing the story in 5 installments, but
we're running over -- so be looking for part 6 later in the day!

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The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 4

World champion Lou Thesz has his opponent in some serious trouble - I hope our masked man stays out of trouble as we continue our Christmas story!

Note: This is part 3 of the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story. If you missed parts 1 and 2,
they're posted on the Dinosaur Training Blog;
be sure to read them first to follow the story
in the proper sequence.

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Part 3

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-3.html

Also, if you want to place a Christmas Order,
do it now! Things are down to the wire --
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And now, let's get on with the story . . . . things are
getting exciting . . . and that wrestling promoter is
starting to become a real jerk . . . .


The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 4)

The wrestling promoter slammed his hand down on the
table.

"I don't care how much damage those crazy fans did
last week!" he shouted. "This match will pay for all
of it and more!"

"Do you think?" asked the man who owned the
auditorium.

"I KNOW it! The fans hate him. They'll fill the seats
to see him get beat!"

"I don't know. Last time was a mess. It took forever to
clean up."

The third man at the table laughed.

"We'll charge double the usual for the tickets," he said.
"We'll be the ones who clean up!"

"Can you do that?" asked the auditorium manager.

"Who's gonna stop us? The Commission? I don't think
so! Not with what we've got on them!"

"It doesn't seem right doing that on Christmas Eve!"

"That's the whole point! There's never before in the
whole history of wrestling been a Championship match on
Christmas Eve. Not here, not in New York, not anywhere!"

"Yeah, but do you think they'll come? I mean, it's
Christmas Eve -- and people have stuff to do -- and they
want to be home with their families!"

The promoter shook his head.

"Nuts to that!" he said. "They want to see the mystery man
beat within an inch of his life. They want to see him busted
up. Maybe see his leg get broke. That's what we gotta give
them!"

"On Christmas Eve?" asked the auditorium manager.

"Why the hell not?"

"But it's Christmas Eve!"

"Right, and it's gonna be Christmas a day early for us when
we pack the place like sardines in a can!"

"At double the usual price!" added the third man.

"Right!" said the promoter.

"And you promise you'll cover any damage if there's another
riot?" asked the auditorium owner.

"Of course I will," said the promoter.

"Put it in writing!" demanded the owner.

He pulled out his standard contract and shoved it across the table.
The promoter signed the document without reading it, and flipped it
back to the owner.

"There's your signature," he said.

The owner nodded. He took the contract, put it into a big yellow
envelope, and put the envelope into his safe.

He closed the door of the safe, spun the dial on the combination,
and turned back to the other men.

"Are you really gonna break his leg?"

The two men smirked and exchanged quick sideways glances.

"Not us! We won't do it!"

"But you'll tell the Champ to do it."

The promoter shook his head.

"You misunderstand me. I don't tell the Champ to do anything. It's
just that sometimes -- in a big match -- things happen."

The other man nodded.

"Things happen," he said.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 3

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Note: This is part 3 of the 2018 Dinosaur
Christmas story. If you missed parts 1 and 2,
they're posted on the Dinosaur Training Blog;
be sure to read them first to follow the story
in the proper sequence.

Part 1

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-1.html

Part 2

https://dinosaurtraining.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-dinosaur-christmas-story-part-2.html

Also, if you want to place a Christmas Order,
do it now! Things are down to the wire --
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in PDF format. Just print them out - and BOOM -
instant presents.

Our Kindle books also make great last-minute
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we have over 25 of them now, so there are lots to
choose from!

That said, let's get on with the story . . . . things are
really starting to heat up . . . .


The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 3)

The little yellow puppy searched up and down
the alley without finding anything to eat.

He stopped in front of a big trash can. From
inside the steel can, he could smell someone's
table scraps -- meat, potatoes, and a steak
bone.

He stood up on his back legs and tried to
scramble up the side of the trash can.

He made it half way, then slid back down to
the dirt.

He tried again.

Same result.

A third time.

Again, no luck.

He sat down, staring upward, his nose twitching
at the tantalizing food smells. He was hungrier
than ever.

He was so hungry that he never heard the crunch
of the heavy footsteps behind him.

A dark shadow fell across the alley, and a huge
man stood above him.

"What are you doing here all alone out in the cold?"
the man asked.

The puppy turned and looked up.

"Are you lost?"

The puppy stood on all four legs, and wagged his tail.

The man leaned forward, reached down, and picked the
the puppy up, cradling him in two powerful arms.

"What's your name, boy? Do you have any tags?"

He gently felt around the puppy's neck.

"No tags -- no collar -- your ribs are poking right
out your sides -- you're either lost or abandoned!"

The puppy answered by burrowing deeper into the
man's coat.

"You're cold, too! How long have you been out here?"

There was no answer. But that didn't matter. The big man
already knew the answer.

"Well, come with me, boy. I know where to find you a
nice steak dinner."

He held the puppy gently but firmly, walked to the
front of alley, turned to the right and headed down Main
Street.

At the corner, they passed a Salvation Army volunteer
standing in front of his big black kettle and ringing his
bell.

"Merry Christmas!" he cried. "Merry Christmas!"

The big man reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful
of coins, and dropped them into the kettle.

"Thank you, sir -- and Merry Christmas to you!"

The big man disappeared down the street. He was almost
out of sight when the Salvation Army volunteer looked into
the kettle.

"What the --?"

He reached into the kettle and pulled out five gold coins.

"Thank you!" he cried. "Thank you, mister!"

But the man and the puppy were out of earshot.

The volunteer looked at the gold coins in his hand. He
had heard stories about that sort of thing, but never
dreamed he'd live to see it happen. Not to him! Not here.

"What a great guy," he thought. "I wonder who he is."


TO BE CONTINUED. . .

BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

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The Dinosaur Christmas Story - Part 1

A very special Christmas card from my good friend Bill Hinbern - it actually comes from old-time strongman and gym owner Sig Klein - but Bill worked his holiday magic and changed the name on the card!

[Note: It's a Dinosaur Training tradition to give
you a special Christmas story in daily installments.
Here's part one of this year's Christmas story. I hope
you enjoy it!]

The Masked Man's Christmas (Part 1)

The crowd roared with anger as the hulking masked man
stomped mercilessly on his opponent.

The referee pushed him away, waving his finger in a
stern warning.

"Clean it up, buddy!" he said. "Clean it up and start
wrestling!"

The masked man gazed back impassively. All you could
see were his eyes. They were dark, deep and hard, like
twin chunks of obsidian.

The referee glanced behind him. The other wrestler was
still down, lying flat on the canvas. He hadn't so much
as moved after the masked man had delivered a crushing
body slam.

The referee didn't know if he was playing possum or if
he'd really had the wind knocked out of him. It happened
sometimes. The men knew how to fall, but sometimes they
hit harder than expected.

The referee knew his job. He decided to give the fallen
man more time to recover.

He waved his finger at the masked man.

"Stay here!" he ordered.

He stepped back to the fallen man and began a long, slow
count, waving his arms to punctuate each tick of the
clock.

"ONE!"

No response from the fallen wrestler.

"TWO!"

Still no response.

"THREE!"

Nothing. Maybe he was really hurt. Maybe it would be
better to slow the count down.

He swept his hands wide and low, leaning over the fallen
man.

"FOUR!"

Not even a twitch!

Meanwhile, the fans were going wild, shouting and screaming,
begging and pleading, imploring their favorite to get up.

An elderly woman walked to the side of the ring, held onto
the lowest ring rope, and screamed in the fallen man's ear.

"GET BACK ON YOUR FEET AND MURDER THE BUM!"
she hollered.

The crowd took up the chant.

"Kill him! Murder the bum!"

The referee bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. With
Christmas a mere five days away, the crowd was hardly in a
Holiday mood.

"FIVE!"

The fallen man moved his left foot.

"SIX!"

The fallen man groaned.

"SEVEN!"

The fallen man rolled to his side.

"EIGHT!"

The fallen man pushed himself to his knees.

"NINE!"

The masked wrestler bulled forward, grabbed his opponent
by the ears, yanked him to his feet, picked him up, held
him high -- and then slammed him to the mat.

He hit the canvas with a bone-crushing thud, bounced, and
lay still.

The referee knew he could count to a 100 this time. It
wouldn't make any difference.

He had to sell it. The match couldn't end with a knockout.
That would make it three in a row for the masked giant.

He turned to the time-keeper at the side of the ring.

"Ring the bell!" he said. "Ring the bell!"

He turned to the masked man.

"YOU'RE DISQUALIFIED!" he roared.

The dark eyes flickered -- and suddenly, without conscious
thought, the referee was out of the ring, down the aisle
and running for his life.

The masked man turned to his fallen opponent and pointed.

He held up his other hand, three fingers spread wide apart.

The meaning was unmistakable.

Three matches. Three knockouts!

And that's when the crowd went totally, utterly berserk. The fans
stormed the ring, swinging and kicking and clawing. They threw
eggs, fruit, cups, bottles, cigars, cigarettes, rocks and bricks.

It took four tries and half a dozen broken heads before the squad
of six burly policemen could get the architect of the insanity
out of the ring, through the crowd and back into the dressing
room. They shoved the door open, pushed him inside and stood
outside while he showered and dressed.

The sergeant eyed the crowd uneasily. It was more of a mob than
anything else. He'd never seen anything like it.

He turned to one of his men.

"Step inside and tell him to hurry up," he said. "I don't like the
looks of this."

The officer stepped into the dressing room.

Thirty seconds later he stepped back out.

"He's gone!" he said.

"Gone?"

"Gone! The back window's open. He must have crawled out and
climbed down."

"Let me see!"

The sergeant stepped into the room and looked it over -- and
saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks, his
eyes wide with surprise.

Six bottles of liquid refreshment stood on a small table next
to a cracked mirror. Each bottle stood on a five dollar bill.

A note lay next to the bottles.

"Thanks, Pete -- and Merry Christmas to you and the men!"

The sergeant pushed his cap back and ran his thick hand through
his dark hair.

"How in the heck did he know my name?" he asked.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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BEFORE YOU LEAVE . . .

Here's another easy way to do some last minute Christmas shopping - or to find something to read while you're traveling "over the river and through the snow" to wherever it is that you're going this year.

We have more than 25 Dinosaur Training books and courses in the Kindle bookstore - here are several of them - head on over and take a look at the others:

http://www.brookskubik.com/kindle.html

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