Chad felt a bit queasy and weak. He'd run here in record time using muscles he hadn't used in weeks or days. That was it? Right?
Rick took the empty shot glass, and set the tray down. He walked Chad through the throng of sweaty bodies. In the center of the main room was a pool table. On top of the pool table was an empty inflated rubber kiddie pool. There was a stepstool next to the table. Rick guided Chad up the steps and into the middle of the empty kiddie pool. Rick stood just outside the pool with one hand on Chad's neck.
Rick nodded. Bruno cut the music.
"Now for the main event of the evening! Naked Jello Submission Wrestling!"
Chad's jaw dropped. He was in no shape to wrestle anyone. His limbs felt like jelly. He looked down at the empty pool. If they were having jello wrestling shouldn't there be jello in the pool.
"We need a couple of volunteers who think they can be top Dawgs. Losers get a rubber hood, and can be used by anyone here until morning. Then they get hosed off, and auctioned off to the high bidder for the weekend."
"We have to wrestle Chad?" Dirk asked.
"Nah, you wrestle whoever else volunteers. You wrestle in Chad. Guess who is the jello?"
Chad had a really bad feeling. Rick wasn't holding his neck anymore. He was holding Chad's shirt collar. Chad felt himself melting. There was a sloshing noise and Chad's body lost integrity and he slipped out of his short in a million pieces. His liquefied body filled the pool. He was disoriented but conscious. He now filled the formerly empty kiddie pool.
"Sweet!" said Dirk shucking his clothing as he climbed the steps.
On the other side of the table, Tyrone said, "Even better!" He was already naked when pushed his way forward through the crowd to climb with his long legs from the floor directly onto the pool table.
Squish! Slosh!
The combatants stepped into Chad. He oozed between their toes, and suddenly Chad wasn't just connecting with their skin, he was connecting with their minds.