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.

Matt stared at Allen with an almost shocked expression that was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

Too bad for his brother Allen noticed the look. "Somethin' wrong bro?"

Matt kept looking at Allen before turning away. "No."

"All right." Allen got out a rag and wiped off his arm. He then glanced up, "looks like you're up next."

"I guess so....." Matt stood up leaving his sunglasses and his plaid shirt leaving him in his jeans and a gray shirt that he had thrown on that morning and went to start after a while of wrestling Matt finally got the alligator held down and got back to his seat covered with mud and multiple scratches and a bite on his leg causing him to limp.

Allen was actually impressed with the performance, though he'd never in a million years admit it. They watched everyone else and then the announcement for the winners came. Some redneck was third, a woman can in second and Allen and Matt both tied for first.

Matt stayed silent but he was actually surprised he tied with Allen. He would never admit it but he didn't think he could tie with Allen.

Allen took the mini plaque and gave it to Matt. "'Ere you take it." He didn't want to trash his reputation though, "don't think I got room for it with the othahs" he said smirking.

Matt took it nodding his head as a thanks that he refused to voice in public.

Matt took it nodding his head as a thanks that he refused to voice in public.

Seeing the event was over as far as wrestling gators and such went, Allen went back over the his motorcycle to head back to the house he stayed in when he came down south.

Matt followed after Allen and looked at his own motorcycle and going against his better judgement decided he could ride it.

Allen looked over at Matt and sighed. "This won't do any good, just get on with me."

Matt looked at his brother and opened his mouth to argue but then stopped himself. He didn't feel like fighting Allen right now so he just stayed quiet and did what Allen said.

Allen then looked at his own arm and sighed. "This is gonna be weird.... But do you think you could steer?"

Matt nodded, "yeah."

So Allen gave Matt directions to his southern home, and he controlled the speed while Matt steered. They got quite a few looks. But finally they made it to his house. Allen got off the bike and helped Matt stand up right. "Uh we'll get your bike later I guess...."

"Okay but your arm needs to be fixed soo........"

"Unless ha wanna be walkin' 'round on those crutches I nevah used ya might wanna do somethin' 'bout your leg too....."

"I'll get to that in a minute..."

Allen set Matt on the couch and retrieved his first aid kit. He gave it to Matt then backed up a few steps. "Nope. Leg first." He was determined to have Matt seen to first this time, as it was his idea for Gator wrestling in the first place, and he was not taking no for an answer.

Matt sighed but rolled up the leg of his pants exposing the bite and got some disinfectant putting it on the wound and holding back a hiss in pain.

Allen mentally rolled his eyes at both of their stubbornness then sat down on the couch next to Matt. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Can you pass me some bandages?"

Allen grabbed some rolls of bandages. "Ya need me to help wrap it?"

Matt looked down at his leg thinking. "No I think I can get it....."

Allen rolled eyes "let me" he then took the bandages and wrapped up Matt's leg. "Ain't too tight is it?"

"No, it's fine."

Allen tossed the rest of the roll back in the box and righted himself on the couch. He glanced back at his arm and was glad he wasn't wearing his favorite jacket when he got bit.

Matt got some more disinfectant on a clean cloth and motioned for Allen to show him his arm.

Allen groaned and flopped against the back of the couch, but held out his arm anyway knowing he wouldn't get away from this.

Matt placed the disinfectant on Allen's arm.

Allen tried not to hiss at the sting. He looked away and stared at the lamp on the table next to the couch.

After a moment Matt grabbed the bandages and wrapped Allen's arm.

Allen muttered a thanks and rubbed his shoulder, which was sore from being rammed by the alligator. He then got up and grabbed his old crutches giving them to Matt. "Here you'll probably need'em for a day or two..."

Matt took the crutches. "Ok um thanks."

Allen sat back down. "So.....what'd ya think?"

Matt looked at Allen. "Aboot what?"

"The gator wrestling."

"It was.......different I guess."

Allen chuckled. "I take it ya won't be trying it again any time soon?"

"Well I was actually thinking aboot going back and seeing if that alligator would eat my leg all the way off." Matt said with sarcasm and a rare joking tone in his voice.

Allen paused for a moment registering what his brother just said. He then burst out laughing for the first time in a long while. "Yeah I'm sure that'd be lovely" he said, wiping a few tears from his eyes.

Matt lightly laughed with a half smile on his face.

Allen sighed, then turns to Matt. "So guess we gotta go moose wrestling now huh?"

Matt nodded.

"Yup. Thought so....."