Brother  verses  sister  combat  III
By Buzz Haywood 
The next chapter of the Buzz and Lauren rivalry


buzzhaywood@yahoomail.com

When last we left off I was involved in my 297th match with Lauren. She had
beaten me 296 times already. Here's where we left off.

I knew there was no reasoning with her. I was called into the ring first.
Lauren recieved the big introduction. The rules were explained. Ten rounds.
Five minutes each. The match can only end by pin fall, submission or tap out,
knock out or TKO, or when someone cannot continue. The bell rang to begin the
match. I ran towards Lauren, she punched me right in the face. I staggered and
she kicked me in the stomach. She gave me a DDT and I was in pain. She began
stomping on me.

The time keeper announced one minute had gone by. Lauren pinned me. The
referee counted one, two, I couldn't get up. All of a sudden, she pulled me by
the hair. "Not yet," she said. She super kicked me in the jaw. Now she pinned
me with one foot on my chest. 1-2... she removed her foot. Twice already she
had me beaten. Two minutes had gone by. She busted my nose. Then she gave me a
bulldog which made the blood pour even more. Then she gave me a piledriver.
Three minutes expired. She applied a head lock. I screamed in pain. I couldn't
escape. I couldn't believe she could apply the piledriver on me.

She released the hold and clotheslined me. Four minutes passed. Now she
applied the figure four leg lock. "Do you submitt?" the referee asked. "No!" I
screamed. This was not how I had planned things. I haven't gotten any shots
in. I must try to reverse the figure four. Can't. So I tried again. Couldn't.
Suddenly it was minute five, the end of round one. I needed help getting to my
corner. I needed a new game plan.

The ringside technicians worked on my cuts and scrapes. "Can you continue?"
That's what I heard. "Yes! Lauren is stopped tonight." The second round
started. I charged at Lauren, but she moved out of the way, then karate kicked
me in the gut. Then, continuing my humiliation, she bodyslammed me. "You want
to quit, big brother?"

She was taunting me. My anger caught up with me. "Never! So shut up, you
bitch!" Bad move on my part. "What did you say?" She unloaded with lefts and
rights. I couldn't feel my face after a while. Now she applied the figure four
again, wanting to break my leg. The pain was too much. I tried to tell the ref
that I was quiting, but the words weren't coming out. So I looked at the ref
again, trying to submitt, but the words weren't coming out.

"Do you submitt?" the ref asked. "YES!" I finally screamed. But, the bell had
rung before I submitted. The referee spoke to the judges. It was ruled the
round ended before my submission. So, three times Lauren had this match won. I
limped back to my corner. Someone was there joining me. Another athlete.

"Buzz, listen to me," screamed the athlete, "you're a man, kill your kid
sister!" I looked at him, battered and bruised. "She's disrespected you long
enough," he continued, "if you don't beat her and show her who's boss, no one
will ever respect you again!"

I knodded. "Now get in there and reclaim your manhood!" he ordered. I was now
inspired again and ready for round three. "I'm ready for you, Lauren," I said,
"this stops now!" My sister laughed at me. Then she clotheslined me. I went
crashing down. Next thing I know, she powerbombed me. She pinned me, 1-2...
but she pulled me up, again. Four times she had this match won.

She began stomping on me. Next was a knee-drop! She then pulled me up by the
hair. "Listen Buzz, you've only made it this far into the match because I let
you!" she shouted. Then she elbowed me into the chest. I fell down again. I
tried to get up. I was on my knees. Lauren kicked me back down again. I could
hear the crowd.

LAUREN LAUREN! LAUREN LAUREN LAUREN! Next thing I knew, she gave me a DDT.
Lauren landed an elbow drop on me. Now she pinned me again. 1-2 the bell
rang-3! The judges ruled the round ended before the ref hit 3. Five times she
had this won. There will be a fourth round.

The athlete who gave me the pep talk earler walked away in disgust. It was
time for the next round. I wasn't feeling as confident this time. BLAM! karate
kick to my already messed up leg. The audience in this make-shift arena were
continuing to cheer her on, encouraging her to continue her destruction. On my
hands and knees I attempted to escape. She drop kicked me down. She followed
up with karate chops.

Lauren was allowing me to return to my feet. Once I reached my feet she karate
kicked me right in the chin. I went crashing down. Next thing I know...BOOM!
Leg drop! Another leg drop. Then another one. And another one. Then another
and another and then another and yet another one. The only two things that
could save me now would be if the bell rang signalling the end of the round or
if Lauren would just pin me. Instead she gave me a swinging neckbreaker. Her
fans continued to cheer.

Next my kid sister suplexed me. And the round ended. The trainers had to
literaly drag me back to my corner. They just assumed I could "suck it up" and
continue on to round five. I felt myself getting shook up and water thrown on
my face. "Buzz! Snap out of it!!" That's what I heard. It was that athlete
again. "She'll never respect you after this!!! Get it together, man!"

I continued to listen to him. "She's turned you into her punching bag and made
you the laughing stock of the town," he continued, "she completely owns you!"
I knew what he said was true. And I was fuming. I was in a rage. I wanted
revenge. I was getting motivated again. My focus returned. "Aren't you tired
of being bullied by her? Aren't you sick of being abused?" And I was. Of
course I was. I looked out into the crowd. "You suck!" "Lauren rules!!"
"You're weak, Buzz!!!"

I knew I didn't have to take this. The next round started. I could hardly
stand. Lauren knew this. She smirked. I moved towards her, but she kneed me in
the stomach. I easily fell down. She elbow dropped me. Lauren pinned me.
1-2-3! She won again. 297 matches. 297 wins for her. 297 losses for me. As I
laid hurt on the mat, I think I might have actually seen a little concern in
her eyes. Her fans celebrated. I needed help out of there. People were
laughing. It was a bad night for me.