[[ GDW RP #5: Brothers again. ]]

[[ Record 03-03-00 | Other Stars Mentioned: Kurt Logan, Glory Braddock. ]]

[ Beyond the pale Moonlight (OOC) ]:

I realize there are a million different variants of the game I mention in this post. There may even be some of you that have never played the game so I tried to keep it basic and explanatory. Oh and also I am going to use coarse language and slang so be prepared for that. Lastly, I am not sure what happened to Bobby lately, I haven't talked to him in a while. I wont hold anything against him cause I know he has a good reason and he wouldn't intentionally leave me hanging.

[ Stalking the Prey (Prologue) ]:

Having three matches in one night is not something to be taken lightly. Throwing in a lot of emotional baggage into the mix stacks onto the odds in all the wrong ways. Logan and Drake had been fighting amongst themselves and instead of preparing for one of the biggest matches in their career they chose the low road and opted to bicker over who was right and who was wrong.

Previously they had a tag team title opportunity and when the result ended in a loss for Team Wolfe they pointed fingers and blamed each other. Logan would try and prove to himself and his brother that it was not his fault by winning the Civil War match and becoming the number one contender for the World title. Instead what he got was an answer he was looking for by his brother on exactly where his priorities lie: in Team Wolfe.

Logan now has an opportunity to go for singles gold. However, instead of having the luxury of deciding what to do with that he and Drake first have a tag match against the reigning Fever champion and the newly crowned World champion. The first being the title Logan has won a chance to challenge for and the latter being the title he thought he wanted. Drake on the other hand has made it obvious he has no interest in chasing singles matches let alone a singles title.

[ The Kill (Main) ]:

//// "We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools." Martin Luther King, Jr. \\\\

Logan barely walked through the door before he was greeted by a familiar voice of one of his football buddies, "Wolfe!" An average sized man half stumbled down the staircase positioned just next to the door to enter the house. It was Reggie Olson, the man to go to if you where looking to go to a party on a Saturday night. During High School everybody attended his parties and he wasn't shy to let anyone join. The goths, the punks, the stoners, the nerds and the jocks all got together for one night only and hung out to have a good time. Strange that such a diverse group of people could get together regardless of the cause, but everyone becomes friends at a party. Reggie Olson didn't care who attended the party either as long as the beer didn't run out and there was plenty of girls to flirt with. He was pretty easy going and always fun to be around.

"Reggie! What's going on?" Logan smiles excitingly and stretches out his arm to shake his old friends hand, they end it with a quick slap on the back like people do when they want to show affection but not look like they love each other. Even in this day in age homosexuality is still a stereotype that isn't understood and especially football players need to keep an image of masculinity.

"Hey the guys and I are playing cards in the dining room, you should join us."

"Come on Reggie, you know I don't like to drink."

"Hey, nobody is forcin' you to drink bro, but you did come to a party so you've gotta loosen up a little." They both smile and Reggie takes Logan to the next room, "Look what I found!"

The group of people surrounding the table all look up and shout.

"Hey!" One says half drunk already.

"Welcome home!" says another.

Logan walks over to all of them and does the same half-cocked hug and handshake before settling down at one of the two empty chairs. One of the men throws a can at Logan, "So mister big time wrestler.. what brings you here?"

"Oh come on now Pitts, I am not that self involved to think that I am some big shot. Besides, we've been friends since we where kids I can't turn my back on you guys." He pats and rubs his large friends stomach like they have always done when they see him.

Jay Pitts is a larger man, making him perfect for the offensive line. His good friends often called him "Buddha" and would rub his stomach and pretend like it gave him good luck. Pitts liked being in the crowd and knew that his friends never meant any real harm - most of them anyway. Pitt's wasn't exactly the smartest one of the bunch either, but he was loved as much as anyone else.

He and Reggie where good friends outside of the circle as well. They often came up with football plays of their own to show to the coach. Most of them involved Pitts pushing two members of the defensive line out of the way and Reggie strutting from behind towards the end zone. Pitts was skilled enough that even though the defensive line knew it was coming he could still pull it off nine times out of ten.

"Aw, that's sweet." Steve says sarcastically as he begins dealing out the cards he's been shuffling since Logan arrived. Logan knew instantly what game they where playing as there was only one game they ever played at a party: 'asshole'. Not to mention the beer case on the dealers head crowning him the position.

"So what brings you to town man?"

The Ryan twins where easy to pick out. One wore nothing but black and had numerous piercings in his face while the other was your typical 'pretty boy'. They where Brian and Steven respectively. Why anyone would name there child Brain Ryan is a mystery to everyone but his mother. It made things especially difficult when the coach would call on one of them - they would both look up. Luckily both played the same position so they usually ran the same drills anyway. No one really knows why they chose to be so different but the good thing is they both loved football.

"Well you know I had the week off so I decided to see what was going on back home. I see nothing has changed much around here." Logan wasn't sure who asked him the question so he just left his eyes on the cards, "So what have you guys been up to?"

"Well I'm still at the movie theater--" Pitts starts.

"Still!?" Logan cuts him off.

"Well yeah man, free movies and all the popcorn I can eat. Why would I give up that job?"

"Whatever keeps you happy I guess." Logan turns his attention to Steve, "You still at the 'Taco Shack'?"

"Yeah, but I'm also taking classes at Albers to get a degree in business."

"Albers? Good for you! What about you Brian?"

"President!" Brian discards his last two cards. "That's two in a row, baby! Everyone drink!"

Everyone chugs the rest of their beer except Logan sips on his, still not completely interested in drinking it.

"What the fuck was that?" Reggie almost looks disgusted with Logan's performance.

"What?" He pretends like he doesn't already know.

"Dude, you know the rules man. Get to chuggin!" Apprehensively, Logan shrugged and drank the rest of the can, which was still most of it. He probably should learn by now that while hanging out with the group of people he is currently surrounded by, he wasn't going to get away with anything. Especially not during a drinking game. Steve slides Logan another beer.

"So yeah other than being the president, what else you got going on?"

Brian chuckles, "I just landed a job at a tattoo shop."

"Oh yeah? You've never expressed an interest in that before, how did you come up with that?"

"Actually I'm piercing. I figured with sixteen of my own I would be experienced enough. It pays well enough I guess."

"Well that's cool." Logan took a sip of his beer to try and forget the image that just flashed as to where the other six piercings where that he couldn't see. "Steve, what about you?"

"Aw man, you know I just quit that painting job I had and right now I'm just coasting along on my parent's money."

"No school or anything for you?" Logan gets rid of his last card.

"Nah, I've only been good at a few things in my life and I found out football wasn't in my future so I just don't know yet."

"Man, it's strange to think that of the five of us varsity football players and not one of us went that direction after high school."

"Well Connor did." Steve belts out.

"Oh yeah? Where's he this evening?" Logan asks.

"He's around here somewhere, probably talking himself up to some girl like he always does." Reggie responds.

"Man I hate that guy!" Brian complains, "Why did we ever hang out with that guy?"

Greg Connor was the only member of the group who played defense. He was also the only one who was arrogantly annoying with his skills. He had just cause but he usually came off so annoying that he wasn't with the group that often.

"Oh come on now, he wasn't that bad after you got around the initial annoyance, besides he was one hell of a football player."

"Reggie, you're the asshole!" Steve plays his last cards.

"No, I'm still playing!" Pitts interjects.

"Play your cards then!"

"Wait is it twos or threes is wild I can never remember?"

"Two's clear, threes are wild."

"Oh then Reggie is the asshole!" Pitts laughs maniacally.

Pitts grabs the cards and starts shuffling. Steve removes the beer case from his head and stuffs it on Pitts', "So what about you man. How's the wrestling world treating you?"

"Well I can't complain too much. I love it, but it has its down sides too."

"Oh yeah like what?" Pitts asks while dealing out the cards, "Oh by the way take a drink."

Logan takes a quick drink, "Well things are not going as smoothly as I had hoped. Drake and I where having a rough time adjusting to a loss and we both took it completely the wrong way. We've patched things up now like always so no big deal there. But now, we got this tag team match against the current World champion. And then the partner is the current Fever champion who is the man I will be facing in a solo match later on for his gold. It's all really complicated, but that's the business I am in."

"Well so who are these guys?" Brian asks.

"Actually ones a chick. But she's a badass wrestler, I am not looking forward to facing her."

"Female's can face men?" Pitts seemingly arrogant question was more of a uneducated one.

"Sure Pitts, if they want to. Some are not comfortable with it, but most of them have the mentality that beating a man is that much more rewarding. Really though in wrestling anything can happen. I don't consider a loss to a woman any worse than losing to a man."

"So is she hot?" Reggie asks?

"Well yeah she's hot for an English woman, but don't let Ashley hear me say that!"

"You two kids are still together? Man she was bangin' hot!"

"She still is 'bangin' hot' Reggie, and yes she's probably going to be here later, and no you can't sleep with her." Logan knows the drill, Reggie has been wanting to get with Ashley since the first day of high school, she's the one girl that continues to turn him down.

The game continues for a while and they all go back and forth on stories of their past, reliving the glory days.

Maybe its the alcohol that was rushed into Logan's bloodstream but suddenly he feels very alone, and many different thoughts course through his head. He sits outside of the house the party was held underneath a small alcove preventing himself from getting drenched in the rain. In Seattle it always rained. Logan often finds the sounds of the water droplets hitting a hard surface soothing, especially when on the road - it reminds him of home.

He misses his dad. His dad has been gone long enough that most of the memories Logan has are fragments at best. Sometimes it's hard to look at his own brother since he looks just like their father. He taught his boys everything he could in the short time he was with them and it has made them the men they are today. Logan thinks back on the night he had and wonders if any of them are as close to each other as he and his brother is.

Not even Brian and Steven who literally have been together since conception. Logan doesn't know this for sure but the two of them are so different. Maybe others see Drake and Logan as different people as well. Drake has been Logan's brother and father figure long enough that he feels guilty treating his brother they way he did.

Maybe if he wouldn't of acted out like he did they would have won the tag team match they lost at civil war 2010. Maybe Logan would have had his head in the game and actually won the World contendership instead of the Fever contendership. Maybe he would have tried harder at preventing Drake from getting eliminated.

The wrestling world is one of many different opportunities and outcomes and anything truly can happen. Looking back, Logan ponders if he's even happy he won the first tier to be a contender for a singles match. He knows he hurt his brother and he never meant for that to happen. Logan has sense of always wanting things for himself that he never understood.

He grew up sharing everything with his brother; at least that's how he saw it. But really, he didn't. Greed was a factor in many things growing up and maybe it's just sibling rivalry but Logan always hated sharing. That might factor into the fact that the Wolfe family wasn't exactly poor. They have a huge pool and their own tennis court. So why not just have everything he wants to himself?

He eventually learned to control most of those feelings of course, but things still linger every now and then. Especially when he's been drinking. He loves the act of getting drunk and the surroundings around it, but at night when its just him and his thoughts he always looks back and questions why he did it.

Logan rolls up his sleeve and looks at the single scar he has on his left brachioradialis. A constant reminder of the idiotic act of cutting himself thinking he needed to feel some kind of pain. He did it once and that was it, but he still looks at the scar to remind him that there are worse feelings than what he is thinking now.

"Are you alright?"

Logan quickly rolls his sleeve down and turns around to see his girlfriend beside him. She sees pain in his eyes and even though she doesn't know what he's thinking she has a good idea. She closes in and hugs him. Its a long hug and no words need to be said. Logan just rest his head on top of Ashley's. One thing that always made Logan feel better was her companionship.

That's they way it was. When they first met he had weird feeling that he didn't know what they meant and as they got older he realized it was love - true love. She never needed to say or do anything but be there and Logan's heart would glow. He was going to marry her some day. He just knew it.

Just like he knew he and his brother Drake would be okay. Just like he knew he would win the tag team match against Glory and Kurt. Just like he knew he will someday become the Fever Television Champion; and the World Tag Team Champion at Wrestlecade.

Logan is wearing his usual work out attire clad in sweat pants and an old wrinkly shirt with his high school mascot on it. He sits on the edge of his bed looking through his phone.

"Drake, check this out." Logan hands his blackberry over to his brother. His brother too is dressed in his work out clothes that match Logan's. The Blackberry is opened to the front page of the GDW website.

"'Glory Braddock suffers a devastating loss of her World Heavyweight Championship after just receiving it two weeks prior.' That sucks, for her I mean." He hands his brothers phone back to him.

"Yeah that's what I was thinking. But check it out, she was in a Hell in a Cell match where she got slammed pretty hard. She's probably still hurting which could give us the advantage."

Drake thinks for a second, "It might, but I doubt she is still hurting that much. I think she'll be recovered by the time we have to face her and Kurt in the ring."

"Well I guess I was just looking for an edge to use against her." Logan puts his phone in the duffel bag next to him. "She is going to be a tough opponent."

Drake raises an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

"Well there was another page on the site where she was boasting her accolades. Made me think of the difficulty that we might be in."

"Page?" Drake never really got on the internet bandwagon. At least not as much as Logan. Logan was always looking at the next hot new device whereas Drake was more devoted to working out and training.

"Yeah there's this fancy thing called the internet that's been around for like thirty years now. You should look into it." Logan responded sarcastically.

"I know what the internet is!"

"Sure fooled me." Logan mocks.

"Okay so what is she saying about us?"

"Nothing really. I mean she just kept mentioning being a record winning five time tag champion, and something about being a 'tag team Jesus'."

"Yeah but you know what?" Drake sits on the bed next to Logan.

"What?"

"That also means she lost it five times."

Logan is quick to respond, "I don't know about you big brother, but I would rather have won and lost the tag team tiles five times then never win them at all."

"That's true I guess. Does she say anything else?" He changes the subject.

"Not really. I mean she said that she and Kurt where going to beat us and we have no chance and it not being personal. You know the usual stuff."

"Well at least she's not being bitchy about it."

Logan new what his brother meant, "Nah, she's pretty cool actually. She's pretty understanding of the way wrestling works. It's in her blood."

"Not to mentions she's friggin' hot as hell!" Drake's mind.. always in the gutter.

Logan laughs, "Yeah but she's English man."

"Yeah the 'British Bombshell' So what?"

"Oh come on. Our gimmick is the 'All-American-American" team. We can't be seen hanging out with a Brit!" He means no offense, just looking for a laugh.

"I think we could make an exception for her." Drakes contemplates a way to ask Glory out in his head.

"Stay on target. Keep little Drake in your tights will you?" Logan smacks his brother right in the place a guy never wants to be hit. "This is an important match!"

"Yeah Yeah." Drake says in pain, "So What about Kurt. What's he got to say?"

"Nothing much more than what Glory mentions; He was also quoted saying it being an honor to tag with Glory. Oh and he did say one thing that was pretty funny."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He ponders.

"He says he wants to win this match more than we do."

Drake lets out a quick chuckle. "Well I didn't think it was possible, but at least we know his head is in the right place."

"Maybe."

"What do you mean, maybe?"

"He was drooling more than you are now over Glory."

"That can't be possible either." Drake laughs a little harder than before.

"Well, all in all I guess this match will be about sportsmanship rather than just seeing who has the bigger jockstrap."

Drake's mind is still on Glory, "Wait, isn't Glory the one who has the record for the fastest person to lose a title?"

"Yeah it's something like five minutes, so what?"

"No reason just think it's interesting."

"She was robbed of that title you know."

Drake stands back up. "Hey! Why are you defending our opponents?"

"I don't know, I guess I just don't think it's fair to shove that in her face." Logan stands up as well and grabs his foot to stretch is quads.

"You're right little brother. Sorry." He too begins to stretch.

"You don't need to apologize to me, bro." Logan reaches in the bag and grabs out maroon and white sweat bands and hands two of them over to his brother.

"So Kurt is the reigning Fever champion, that's got to have some kind of affect on you for this match."

"For sure, that's why I said it's an important match. We need to win this one."

Drake thinks for a second slightly hesitant to say what he is about to,  "You know, I'm still not completely excited that you are going for a singles titles."

Logan just wants that small chapter to be over with. It was hard on everyone for the few weeks they where fighting, "Hey you are part of the reason I am getting this opportunity. As far as I am concerned WE are the number one contender for Kurt's title."

"Really?" Drake blushes.

"Really Really!" Logan says proudly.

"That's awfully big of you little brother."

"I learned from the best." Referencing his older brother.

"Thanks."

"So you ready for that run?"

"Always! And I'll tell you another thing too."

"What's that?"

"There's no way that now that we are going to lose this match. Not this time."

"I hope you're right big brother."

Drake grabs his brothers shoulder in a friendly manner. As he opens the door of their hotel Drake shifts his hand and smacks his brother in the lower regions.

"Payback is a bitch isn't is Logan!" His words become distant as he runs out the door. Logan hears laughing as he begins to get up and chase his brother.

~FIN