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The first month of summer camp was an astounding success, before Johnny was even announced to be working with the next Olympic team. (The Flinkaz summer Olympics was every two years). Johnny could not compete in more than three different sports at a time, while at the Olympic events. But he compete in the world tour of the non-Olympic events, every year in as much different sports as he had desired.

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Six years goes by and Johnny had become both an Olympic and world super heavyweight champion at three hundred and thirty pounds. He was less than four percent body fat, while being in the on-season. Johnny was a little sad that his family hadn’t come to the Olympics this year.

He spoke to himself,”It is not like them to not call me, when at least one person from the family can’t come to see me compete. No one would answer any of their phones for that matter. I have decided to not take my paid vacation this year and go straight home. I have got to know what is going on with them. It makes me nervous for such a long time between phone calls.”

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It had been several years and Jopo, Funky Mumkey, and Wildrun had not found Johnny. They were afraid that the real members of the five families would find that they allowed someone with some of the mafia’s trade secrets to leave without been murdered in exchange. It was blood in and blood out, when it comes to joining and leaving the mafia. The only exception to that rule was that you were too broken down to work for the family. Some of the such mafia members were called back to do tasks, as was needed.

The trio of associates would not have any quarter from the Corbello family that they were working for. All the money that Jopo, Wildrun, and Funky Mumkey, but what they skim off the top.

If the crime family would investigate them, it would come out to what they had been doing to cheat the mafia. They would sleeping with the fishes, if they didn’t rid themselves of the escapee in a short manner. It was a miracle that the mafia had not found out about it already.

Wildrun was laying on the old cum stained couch watching the Olympic events half paying attention, when his spit comes flying out of his mouth.

Jopo spoke,”What is your problem, you slut! You are supposed to swallow, like a good hooker.

Isn’t that right, my stoner friend?”

Mumkey spoke,”Yeah, dude! I beat the last slut that did that to me. You can’t waste the man

milk, like that! It just isn’t right!”

Wildrun stood up and yelled,”It is the brat on TV! We found him that son of a dog loving whore!”

Jopo spoke,”Quit your bull crap, Wildrun!”

Mumkey put his joint down in a run over ash tray and walked over to get a good look at the TV

screen. His jaw hit the floor, when he looked at the picture.

Mumkey spoke,”Is it the opium or is that same brat all grown up and built, like a hummer?”

Wildrun spoke,”It is him alright, he has that the same scar over his left eye. He has the same fierce look on his face, when he was serious as a boy.”

Jopo spoke,”You are both high and drunk! Remind that mother and let me see it with my own eyes!”

They rewinded the video and it was Johnny alright standing in a wrestling singlet with a gold metal wrapped around his muscled neck.

Johnny was given a chance to speak and he grabbed the microphone out of the interviewer’s

hand.

“I would like to thank my Momma, back at my hometown in Redwater, one hundred miles away from Dirty City. She runs the local We are a Family Orphanage, along with five of the sweetest ladies in the entire. She saved me from being a mafia goon. Those Corbello punks ought to be put in

their places for allowing those three associates. The sissies are named Jopo, Wildrun, and Funky Mumkey and they abused me in every way possible. They made me do things that would make a

hooker blush.”

The interviewer tried to take the mike from Johnny, but was pushed unto his back for his interference.

Johnny spoke,”Guy, don’t try to do that again, since I will break your pencil neck! I was forced

to have all my holes filled with things that still make sick just thinking about it. They worked for the

Corbello crime family and they branded me, like I was an animal. I wish that I could kill everyone

of those pieces of cow dung! I would do it in front of their toddlers and wives. I would like to behead all the bosses and barbecue their meat to their family, while I am wearing their skin!”

The microphone cut off, as Johnny stormed off to get back home.

The announcer spoke,”Oh, what words does our gold medalist have! Let us go to the other

weight class's award ceremony.”