Brother  verses  Sister  XXXII
The  Combat  Continues
by  Buzz  Haywood  buzzhaywood@yahoo.com


Currently...

440 matches, Lauren with 434, and me with 6.

You can now reach Lauren as well at

laurenhaywood75@yahoo.com

Pittman Pike is now at 4,248

When last we left off...

I know she doesn't want to end my career. Lauren is torn apart with this. I'm
not too thrilled about the cuircumstances either. At the 22:36 Lauren drop
kicked me and I fell into the referee. That poor ref! Lauren and I exchanged
wrestling moves as the ref laid there in pain. Another ref came out to check
up on him. The other referee took over. This time I small packaged her. The
current ref began counting. One... Two... Kick out. We headed to the half-hour
mark now. We began chopping one another. Things were getting out of control.
Now was my turn to give her a piledriver. Executed it. Now time for the pin. I
don't hesitate. One... Two... She kicked out! Oh no!!!! We are now at the
32:48 mark.

I quickly German suplex her. One... Two... Kick out! I picked her up, but she
elbowed me in the ribs. We were at the 34:34 mark. Then she gave me a DDT.
Lauren hesitated to pin me again. So when she did go for a cover, I reversed
it into a pin of my own. She kicked out after like a two and a half. Moments
later she German suplexed me. I barely kicked out of it. Every story is
different. This one comes from my point of view. First person all the way. You
all know how I feel. And I felt that super kick my sister just delivered. And
it hurt! Had this been told in second person, "you this and you that" would be
what you'd be seeing. BLAM! Clothesline by Lauren onto me. It is now at the
38:56 mark. We were both tired and hurt. She drop kicked me. She pinned me.
One... Two... The referee was about to slap the mat for a third time, but,
Lauren pulled me up by the hair.

Had this been in third person, there would be more options, however. Third
person point of view may be limited or omniscient. 42:58 mark. She's beating
on me and throwing me around. Things weren't looking good. For me anyway. She
kicked me in the stomach and I cried. Not from the pain, but because I knew my
time was up. Lauren was just buying me the time. We both knew it. BAM! she
punched me, again! "Buzz, what's wrong?" she asked. Her eyes showed she knew
the answer to her question. "This match needs to end," I said. She looked sad.
"I can't do this, Buzz!" she told me. The ref told us to keep wrestling. I
went to clothesline her, but she ducked. I turned around and Lauren fore-arm
smashed me. I hit the mat hard. Lauren elbow dropped me and pinned me, but I
was only able to lift up my shoulder. Things still didn't look good for me. I
rolled and rolled until I was out of the ring. Lauren axe-handled me. I
dropped down. Boy I'm hurt! Man I'm in pain! She then threw me back into the
ring. She applied an STF on me. Exactly at the 47:18 mark. It was extremely
painful. But I wouldn't tap. At 54:58 she released the hold. "I don't want to
do this to you," Lauren sadly said. I sobbed some more. "I can't fight back,"
I admitted to her.

She felt bad. No question about it. She gave me a pile driver. She pinned me
again. But I got my foot on the rope. Then she gave me a tombstone. 1-2- the
lights went out. When the lights went back on, Pike was standing outside the
ring. Next thing you know Lauren was screaming at Pike. I was recovering. I
began slittering like a snake towards my sister. I attempted to roll her up as
she continued arguing with Pike. I barely had the strength and only got a one
count on her. It was the 59:58 mark. After Lauren took some extra shots at me,
she powerbombed me. She dragged me to a certain spot of the ring. Lauren then
climbed the top rope and executed an elbow drop. Lauren then hooked both legs
and locked her hands as she pinned me. The referee then slapped the mat. Pike
looked on. ONE! TWO! THREE! It was finished. All of it. The match, my
wrestling career, my title opportunity, finished. Done! 1:04:18 mark. Both the
ref and Lauren helped me up. I cried and I cried so much. Pike laughed at me.
I was carried out on a strecher.

441 matches, Lauren with 435, and me with 6. The audience respected me for
what I went through. At least I can say that I tried.