I am totally screwed. Evan sat on my bench looking over at me smugly. "You had your fun, now it's time to have mine. You pissed off the wrong jobber Big Show. Or should I call you Little Show now?" He laughed a bit maniacally which worried me. Before, the 5'8", 165 wrestler was just a toy to me. But, now only at three feet tall, I felt like a toddler compared to him.
He got up and walked over to me. Still in his sweaty singlet, he smelled a bit musky as he neared. I went to run for the door and get help. Evan was too quick. He had me on the floor with a tight scissors on my head. His muscular thighs were clamped down over my face making it impossible to yell for help and hard to breath.
"What should I do to you first? It might be fun to wrestle you at this size, or maybe I can think of something even better if I shrunk you more."
You freaked out. Never even occured to you that he had the power to do this to you. You had just thought this was a case of really bad luck and timing.
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