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Cieara is a bitch; Sam vs Sledge
Topic Started: Oct 1 2010, 04:21 AM (103 Views)
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Crashing sounds followed by thumps thuds and bangs. Then silence. Why the silence?

Ciera had finally managed to get Matt to calm down enough to listen, she was standing with his head trapped between her knees facing down. Some way or how, she got him down. Never underestimate a woman.

She smacked him in the back of the head. Her hair dripping with sweat and matted to her face. His hair similar except it was in a ponytail, with the end of said tail dripping.

“You going to listen or are you going to keep trying to destroy this room?”

Her question was more statement than actually question, with the statement part more on the he was gonna listen.

“I WANT HIS ASS!!”

The him was obvious. It wasn’t Big Nasty, it wasn’t even El Pablo. It was the one and only D man himself.

“And little brother how do you think you are going to get to him? You going to beat every house up till you get to his? Oh I know, You are going to beat his office furniture into submission. Then you can feed the pieces to the fax machine and let him see what you did. Yeah that’s it! You will be the world champion of furniture wrestling!!”

Matt didn’t do anything but try to get loose from her legs. Wrong thing to do. It is a fact that pound for pound women’s thighs are very, very strong. Not because they have to keep them closed. It had to do with being a child bearer. Anyways, Matt could do nothing but cuss a blue streak as she continued paint brushing the back of his head and lording it over him that she was in control. Was being the key word.

“CIARA!! LET HIM UP NOW!!!”

She froze like a deer in a headlight. But did as she was told which allowed Matt or as the wrestling world knew him, Sam, to grab a chair and ready to bash it over her head.

“MATHEW!!”


The chair fell to the floor with the familiar thud. He froze in his tracks.

“Dad! Man am I glad to see you!!”


Alan Sr. walked into what was left of the furnishings and looked around, then at Matt and then to Ciera.

“I just bet you are. I get a call and a plane ticket to bring my ass here and what do I walk in on? You two trying to kill each other. You Ciera, you really think Matt couldn’t get loose from you if he wanted too? Yes you are good at what you do, but you aren’t as strong as he is. And you Matt. What the hell has gotten into you? Alan got fired so what? Yes he was robbed. So what? This is how it goes. He will be back in time. But you young man, there is no excuse for you throwing things around like some spoiled damned brat. Get your shit together boy.!”

His face red from exertion and anger, Matt turned to his father with fists clenched.

“SO WHAT??!! SOOOOOO FUCKINNNN WHATTTTT??!! THAT’S WHAT I GET FROM YOU??!!”

Alan Sr. walked closer to the younger son and looked him dead in the eye.

“Yes that is what you get. What did you expect? A pat on the head and hug to tell you its all right? Get a grip boy. I came all this way to help you get your head out of your ass. Now I am wondering if I should have stayed at home and just went fishing.”

Ciera started laughing. Isn’t that what all siblings do when one is in trouble?

“You shut the fuck up too. You are here to help your brothers. Matt is the one left for the time being and what are you doing to help him? Oh that’s right, its called NOTHING!! Wipe that smile off your face before I turn you over my knee and you know it can happen.”

Matt walked over and picked up a small desk chair and turned it around so he sat facing the back of it. His head down on the edge with his arms limp in his lap.

“I hate this. Garrett will take out that over sized dick that screwed my bro. I get to go for my X title in a loser is fired match. Not to mention the tables and chairs and ladders. Why? Why do I have to put up with this crap and that moron Sludge? Isn’t enough that I failed to help my bro? Do I have to be humiliated by some hardcore cast off?”

The old man had found his own seat and was listening to his son lament the obvious.

“Then quit. Just get up get your gear, change clothes, tuck your tail between you legs and whimper on down the road. That will make it so much better.”

It was obvious where the sarcasm came from in the family. Anyone got hip waders?

“I tried to tell that to him earlier Pops. He wouldn’t listen then either. I mean he has me to watch his back. You know I am not afraid of anyone or thing. He can concentrate on his match. Besides if that idiot tries to kiss me I will go zombie on his ass and eat his damn face off and then tear his balls off and play jacks with them. So there, its settled.”

The old man shook his head and let out a long breath. He could see what was going on and he also knew it was going to be a long trip.

“Look you two, its not like what you see. There is more to this story and you have to realize that. Now, sit down Ciera. Matt raise your head and together we will put a plan together to get past all this shit.”

They did as told and the old man started talking, this is where we leave them cause its none of our business what the hell they are talking about.



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