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Show Flying - 127 "Well, shit, you don't make no announcement about it," says Thompson. "You walk up to him just before the fight starts, like you was gonna shake hands or something, and then when you get up close you kick him." "Hey, let go," says John Henry writhing on the cold floor, "it hurts." "The belly," says a private sitting on one of the jqhns. "Go for that fat gut of his. A few solid shots in there and he'll fold right up." A small naked man walks out of the shower room and steps up to John Henry. "Judo," he says with a slight foreign accent. "He's bigger than you are, so you must use judo. Like this," he says, and puts a foot in John Henry's stomach, grabs the front of his fatigue jacket with both hands, and falls backward, pulling John Henry on top of him. As he hits the floor he straightens out his leg and John Henry sails on over him and hits the far wall of the latrine with a terrible crash and a fall of loose plaster. "My name is Hedgopoulos," says the small naked man to O'Connell. "In my native Greece we prefer a more classical wrestling, but out here one must fight as one must." He walks out of the latrine without looking back at John Henry, who is slowly getting to his feet. Hedgopoulos sticks his head back in the door. "But you |