Brother  verses  Sister  Combat  VI
by  Buzz  Haywood  
buzzhaywood@yahoo.com


Siblings continue to Wrestle

Last score was Lauren with 308 wins and Buzz with 0. And I'm Buzz and I'm
completely obssesed with defeating my sister. The problem is at times I can't
help doubting myself.

Next California school we went to for our wrestling encounter. She out
wrestled me again, but I held on. I absorbed each shot she gave me. Two
minutes went by. I finally survived through an entire period.

But as the second period began, Lauren was ahead in the points, she had the
option of choosing top or bottom. She let me have the choice. "I'm no fool," I
said, "I'll have the advantage if she's the one who gets in the stance."

So she got down on the mat and I hooked on the wrestling position. We waited
for the ref to blow the whistle. I could see him smirk. From the stands I
heard someone say "Aren't you her brother? Look at the way you're holding onto
her." After the whistle blew Lauren fired off and flipped me over.

Did she think I was enjoying that pose? I got pinned. 0-309. Everybody was
laughing at me. I started crying. Lauren wasn't laughing. There was a look of
pity. That guy heckled me again about where my hands and legs were. So I
charged at him. The security seperated us, but I jabbed him in the eye first.

Annie tried to cheer me up. "Those people need to get their heads out of the
gutter," I said. "I wish I could win just once." "I know, Buzz, and don't
worry, people can be jerks at times." On the next event that same audience
members were there, heckling me. They even allowed that same guy in as a deal.
He doesn't press charges, as long as he still keeps his school privleges.

One minute into the match, I flicked off the audience. I even flicked off the
ref. Lauren then punched me straight in the nose. I was bleeding, then I fell.
The ref stopped the match and disqualified Lauren. I had won. I was now 1-309
against her. "Congratulations, Buzz," she said. As I held the icepack to my
nose I actually couldn't believe my wish came true. I could now actually say
that I beat Lauren. Okay, fine, she still kicked my... yeah, but the win was
still mine.

Our final high school match on the tour would now be taking place. My nose was
finally feeling better now. We shook hands and the match began. I tried to
tire her out by making her catch me. She leg sweeped me and of course I fell.
But I quickly rolled onto my stomach. I grabbed Lauren's ankle, but I couldn't
budge her. She rolled around me and attempted a cradle but I dropped to the
mat and she couldn't move me around. The buzzer sounded. The first period had
ended. I didn't want to make the top and bottom choice again.

It turned out to be her choice and she picked up and quickly slammed me down
at the sound of the buzzer. I reached for her arm. I couldn't pull her towards
me. I yanked on her arm again but still nothing. So she then took my arm and
put me in an arm bar. On the board I saw Lauren had six points and I had zero.
I stiffed up to prevent her from pinning me. She hit me in the ear. The
referee took two points away from her for unnecessary roughness. Later on her
thumb got me in the eye and she had another two points removed. The second
period ended.

During the third period she stepped on my hand (accidently?) and had her
remaining two points erased. We played a game of cat and mouse with one
another. She knocked me down, I wrapped my arms around her knees, trying to
take her down, but had no luck. She got me trapped in a headlock. The buzzer
sounded and the third period was over and so was our match. The final score
was 0-0. Instead of going into sudden death, it was decided the tie would be
decided in a coin toss.

Since Lauren was in control she got to choose what side of the coin she wanted
and picked heads. The coin was tossed. It landed on tails. I had won again.
2-309 (311 matches all together). Me and Lauren shook hands. "You're on a
roll, Buzz," she said, "that's twice already." It was getting tougher to stay
angry at her. "I'd like to talk to you more about that cage match," I said,
"I'm ready to listen to your ideas."

Something told me a match to settle the score might be the best step to take.
Plus I wanted to see the cage. I'm not going to kid myself. I know I got
lucky. I still never pinned her. I still never made her submit. I simply got
wins by a DQ and a coin toss. But still. It felt nice. Just saying. But Lauren
is still the better wrestler and the tougher sibling. The problem?

Everything. I'm older. I'm male. She's younger. Plus, she's a girl.
Afterwards, Annie said regardless, I still should be very proud of those two
wins. That I still earned them. Annie was right. As usual.