What It Means To Be Brothers

'Gator Wrestling

Allen made sure he had everything before grabbing his motorcycle keys and heading towards the door. It was finally time for the annual 'Gator wrestling and he wasn't going to miss it this year. Of course last year there were legal issues he had to take care of but eh who cares. This year the reigning champ wasn't going to miss reclaiming his title.

Matt was driving around New York on his motorcycle trying (and failing) to locate his brother's apartment after a while of searching he pulled the motorcycle over and took out his phone and called Allen.

Allen stopped before exiting the door hearing his phone go off, playing Clearly Canadian. He sighed but answered  anyway. "Yo."

Hearing Allen answer the phone calmed Matt's inward panicking. "Hey where's your apartment?"

"My apartment? Why do ya ask?"

"I can't find my way around this place and I'm coming with you to your wrestling thing this year." Matt said remembering the huge lecture Oliver had given him about spending time with Allen. He was not going to get on Oliver's bad side.

Allen paused. "Uh.....okay then? And about that.... I ain't in New York...."

Matt sighed. "Where are you?"

"Louisiana........" Allen inwardly sighed. "Do'ya want me to come get ya?"

Matt looked around him seeing nothing but buildings, buildings, and oh would you look at that, more buildings. "Yeah."

Allen chuckled and said he'd be right there. After a while he managed to locate Matt and get them both back down to Louisiana. "So.... dear ol' Ollie put ya up to this didn't he?"

Matt nodded.

Allen rolled his eyes at that. Then he grinned mischievously "well as long as ya here, might as well join in right?"

Matt shrugged, "why not?"

Allen grinned to himself. "Alright then." He signed up Matt and went to take a seat to wait for his turn. "Hope ya don't mind. I put ya up for the big ones..."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me..."

Allen hoped Matt realized just how different Gator wrestling was from bull moose. This particular contest had you in the water with the gators. Which meant a death role was highly possible. He turned his attention to the beginning contestants. Who later found themselves with several bite marks due partly to inexperience.

Despite Matt's calm answer he was inwardly panicking about wrestling an alligator of course he only showed his nervousness with small things like the fact that he was strumming his fingers quickly against the side of his leg.

Allen noticed his brothers strumming and lowered his voice so no one else would hear. "Look if ya don't want to you don't have to....."

Matt looked over at his brother with a look that said 'Do you really think I'm going to back down?'

Allen just shrugged "aight whatevah" he was only trying to help. Then he groaned inwardly, if Matt actually went through with this that'd mean he'd have to wrestle a bull moose. That'd be fun....not......

Matt thought about backing down but his pride wouldn't allow it so he stayed silent.

After a while it was Allen's turn. "Heh watch and learn bro..." He tossed his jacket onto the bench and went to size up the gator he was facing. It was by far the largest yet and very angry, hissing when Allen got close. He leapt right into the water, which was only waist deep for safety reasons, and landed in top of the alligator. It thrashed about but he stayed on it for a while till he was eventually thrown off. It managed to grab a hold of his left arm and began a death role. Allen grabbed its neck with his legs and hit a pressure point on the gator's jaw. It released his arm and he finally got it on the shore and held down. Though wet and muddy he grinned victoriously. Others came and helped him get it back in a pin. He was offered assistance for his arm but he refused, instead going to sit back down.