Friday, November 14, 2008

Samson and Delilah

They were a modern day Samson and Delilah with their roles reversed. She was big and strong and plied her trade in the squared ring as a female grappler. She played the bad girl wrestler with long black hair who went by the name The High Heel Harlot. Audiences gasped as she flew in the air in a sharp heel drop kick, opponents falling onto a blood streaked mat.

He was thin, without much muscle and week of character. His hair was cut short and he wore turquoise coloured horn rimmed glasses. A man of fifty, he worked as a clerk in an accounting office and was still derisively called Bobby by the young interns.

But Bobby had grown weary of his life. He was tired of his wife using him as a training dummy to hone her wrestling moves. There were the painful scissor-grip holds, the pile drivers, the rubbing of his forehead along the ropes of a home made ring.

One day he read the story of Samson and Delilah and a light went off in his head: her hair, yes her hair. That night, while she slept soundly, he took scissors he had made razor sharp and cut off her long black mane.

The next morning she awoke physically weakened, her personality was demur and fearful. Emboldened, Bobby walked away from the marriage and quit his job and moved to California where he successfully sells herbal male enhancement remedies on the internet.

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