'Not much,' he admitted. 'But when you figure in the investment money we just lost, it comes to…'
'Investment money?'
'He means the bet,' Guido supplied.
'Oh. Well, I suppose that's the risk you take when you try to make a killing.'
An evil smile flitted across Shai-ster's face.
'Oh, we're going to make a killing, all right,' he said. 'It's time the locals at this Bazaar learned what it means to cross the Mob.'
With that, he nodded at Guido who opened the dressing room door.
All four wrestlers were sharing the same room, and they looked up expectantly as we filed in. That's right. I said we. I kind of tagged along at the end of the procession and no one seemed to object.
'Didn't you clowns forget something out there?' Shai-ster said for his greeting. 'Like who was supposed to win?'
The various team members exchanged glances. Then the smallest of the red team shrugged.
'Big deal. So we changed our minds.'
'Yeah,' his teammate chimed in. 'We decided it would be bad for our image to lose… especially to these stumblebums.'
That brought the white team to its feet.
'Stumblebums?' one of them bellowed. 'You caught us by surprise, that's all. We was told to take it easy until the third-round,'
'If you took it any easier, you'd be asleep. We were supposed to be wrestling, not dancing.'
Shai-ster stepped between them.
'So you all admit you understood your original instructions?'
'Hey, get off our backs, okay? You'll get your stinking money back, so what's your beef, anyway?'
'Even if you gave us a full refund,' Shai-ster said softly, 'there's still a matter of the money we lost betting on you. I don't suppose any of you are independently wealthy?'
'Oh, sure,' one of the reds laughed. 'We're just doin' this for kicks.'
'I thought not. Guido. Nunzio. See what you can do about squaring accounts with these gentlemen. And take your time. I want them to feel it, you know?'
'I dunno, Shai-ster,' Guido scowled. 'They're awfully small. I don't think we can make it last too long.'
'Well, do your best. Skeeve? Would you join me outside? I don't think you're going to want to see this.'
He was closer to being right than he knew. Even though I had been through some rough and tumble times during recent years, that didn't mean I enjoyed it-even to watch.
The door was barely shut behind us when a series of thuds and crashes erupted inside. It was painful just to listen to, but it didn't last long.
'I told them to take their time,' Shai-ster said, scowling at the silence. 'Oh well, I guess …' The door opened, revealing one of the white team. 'If you've got any more lessons out there, I suggest you send them in. These two didn't teach us much at all.' He shut the door again, but not before we caught a glimpse of the two bodyguards unconscious on the floor. Well, Guide was on the floor. Nunzio was kind of standing on his head in the corner.
'Tough little guys,' I remarked casually. 'It must be the four arms. Think you could find work for them in the Mob?' Shai-ster was visibly shaken, but he recovered quickly. 'So they want to play rough. Well, that's fine by me.' 'You aren't going in there alone, are you?' I asked, genuinely concerned.
He favored me with a withering glance.
'Not a chance.'
With that, he put his fingers in his mouth and blew a loud blast. At least, that's what it looked like. I didn't hear a thing.
Before I could ask what he was doing, though, a thunder of footsteps announced the arrival of two dozen Mob reinforcements.
Neat trick. I guess the whistle had been too high for me to hear… or too low.
'They got Guido and Nunzio,' Shai-ster shouted before the heavies had come to a complete halt. 'Let's show 'em who's running things around here. Follow me?'
Jerking the door open, he plunged into the dressing room with the pack at his heels.
I'm not sure if Shai-ster had ever actually been in a fight before, much less led a team into a fight. I am, however, sure he never tried it again.
The screams of pain and anguish that poured out of that room moved me to take action. I walked a little further down the hall and did my waiting there. It turned out my caution was needless. The wall didn't collapse, nor did the ceiling or the building itself. Several hunks of plaster did come loose, however, and at one point someone poked a hole in the wall… with his head.
It occurred to me that if the fight fans in the arena really wanted to get their money's worth, they should be down here. Additional thought made me decide it was just as well they didn't. There were already more than enough beings crowded into that dressing room… which was as good a reason as any for my staying in the hall.
Eventually the sounds of battle died away, leaving only ominous silence. I reminded myself that I had every confidence in the outcome. As the length of silence grew, I found it necessary to remind myself several times.
Finally the door opened, and the four Tues filed out laughing and chatting together.
'Cute,' I called. 'Don't hurry or anything. I can worry out here all day.'
One of the white team ran up and gave me a hug and a kiss.
'Sorry, handsome. We were having so much fun we forgot about you.'
'Um… could you do something about the disguises before you kiss me again?'
'Whoops. Sorry about that!'
The taller red team member closed his eyes, and the Tues were gone. In their places stood Aahz, Gus, Tananda, and Chumly. That's why I hadn't been worried… much.
'Nice work, Gus,' I said, nodding my approval. 'But I still think I could have handled the disguises myself.'
'Have you ever seen a Tue before?' Aahz challenged.
'Well… no.'
'Gus has. That's why he handled the disguises. End of discussion.'
'Used to have a secretary named Etheyl,' the gargoyle explained, ignoring Aahz's order. 'She was a big fan of the wrestling circuit.'
'A secretary?' I blinked.
'Sure, haven't you ever heard of a Tue Fingered Typist?'
'Enough!' Aahz insisted, holding up his hand. 'I vote we head back to the Yellow Crescent Inn for a little celebration. I think we've thwarted the Mob enough for one night.'
'Yeah,' Tananda grinned. 'That'll teach 'em to pick on someone their own size.'
'But you are their size,' I frowned.
'I know,' she winked. 'That's the point.'
'I say, are you sure, Aahz?' Chumbly interjected. 'I mean, we gave them a sound thrashing, but will it hold them until morning?'
'If they're lucky,' my mentor grinned. 'Remember, once they wake up, they're going to have to report in to their superiors.'
'Do you think they'll try to recoup their losses with another stab at gambling?' I asked.
'I hope so,' Aahz said, his grin getting broader. 'The next big betting event oh the docket is the unicorn races, and we've got that covered easily.'
'You mean Buttercup? You can't enter him in a race. He's a war-unicorn.'
'I know. Think about it.'
Chapter Twenty
