NAked Warrior - ZANDERBILT
NAked Warrior - ZANDERBILT
NAked Warrior - ZANDERBILT
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T H E P U R P O S E F U L P R I M I T I V E<br />
tein powder off the display case behind the glass counter and in one motion spun and threw<br />
a fireball that would have done a major league pitcher proud. The protein canister sailed<br />
twenty feet through the air across the gym floor towards Brucie.<br />
“NAH! NAH! NAH! NAH! NA! NA! NAH!”<br />
This is the god’s honest truth: the can hit Big Brucie square in the side of the head and<br />
exploded. A cloud of anthrax-like powder swirled around his head. He let go of the handle,<br />
the weight stack zoomed downward as the pushdown handle flew upward. The headphones<br />
flew off his head. An airborne powder cloud settled on his sweat-drenched torso:<br />
his shaven head, his pig-like face, his 20-inch neck—everything covered in white protein<br />
powder. He looked as if he’d thrust his sweat-soaked head into a bag of flour, like Curly in<br />
some prank gone awry in a Three Stooges episode. Big Brucie growled and crouched down;<br />
he swiveled looking for someone to bust up. He looked as if he had lots of ass-kicking<br />
experience; perhaps today he would commit his first murder. He’d calculated the trajectory<br />
and looked in my direction: he caught my eye and stared with black-death eyes through a<br />
layer of white powder. He growled loudly and dropped further into his crouched stance. He<br />
was about to attack me, maul me, perhaps even kill me; the stranger. Likely he’d rip out my<br />
throat out with his teeth. I took my right finger and pointed left. Kenny was scowling,<br />
standing right next to me. As soon as the powder-dredged maniac saw Fantano, the killer<br />
went limp. Like a dog who’d been caught stealing the turkey off the Thanksgiving table.<br />
From enraged psycho killer into submissive puppy ready to pee himself all inside of ten seconds.<br />
It was, what I would later learn, was what the boys called, “The Fantano Effect.” Ken<br />
yelled to Bruce. “One more time with the singing Brucie and You are OUT of HERE! FOR-<br />
EVER! Capiche?!” Brucie said nothing. Ken was insistent: “Are you HEARING ME!<br />
Cause I ‘shore was hearing YOU!” The monster nodded. Bruce was submissive and chastised.<br />
He gathered his tape player off the floor and headed to the bathroom to towel off.<br />
Being a good sport, he cleaned up and came back out to finish his workout. Ken yelled<br />
from his seat, “And you owe me 14 bucks for the protein powder!” Brucie nodded and<br />
everything returned to “normal.” It was just another day in Ken World.<br />
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