Mad Dog was in a foul mood. To say he wasn't crazy about the idea of losing the championship--especially to me--had to be the understatement of the century.
"I may have to let you have it, but I don't have to make it easy for you, Cantwell," he growled as he yanked open his locker. "You just might be having your victory party in the hospital."
I laughed, even though a part of me thought the douchebag might be serious. "Just don't forget your trunks this time," I told him. "I can take a lot of abuse, but the sight of your junk flappin' around in the wake of me body slammin' you would be cruel and unusual punishment."
Now for the hard part: tagging seven fellow writers who will actually do it! I choose William Kendall (who probably won't do it, but I can try to shame him into it!), Eve Gaal, Linton Robinson, Nicole Tuberty, Cathy Smith, Carole Morden, and Debra J Smith.