"So do I have to be a member to get this free pussy? Or will they fuck me without the patch?" Mason asked Tig as he takes his black wife beater off and heads towards the ring. Looking around at all the scantly clad woman milling around the lot, relaxing on picnic tables, bringing beers to the members.
Tig smirks at the boy, "You can try but most of these gashes are here for the patch, but I bet if you tell them your Hap's son you might get one."
Mason starts to grin, looking around to see who he would pick from. That is until Bliss comes out of the clubhouse and heard Tig's "advice". "Yeah and while you're fucking these whores, just think of how many of them have been with Happy and how they're probably just fucking you to get to him."
His smirk turns into a look of disgust, "Any chance a few of them haven't been with him?" he asks Tig who just gives him a look like, have you met your father.
"Alright enough! I'm tired of thinking where our fathers dick has been. Get in the ring Mason I'm ready to win the bed." Bliss throws over her shoulder to her twin as she climbs through the ropes into the center of the ring. Mason glares at her and jumps into the ring to get this ass beating he's about to receive over with.
"You know the rules, no biting, no nut shots. Got it? Because if you bite me again I swear to god Bliss I won't hold back and I will hurt you." Bliss just rolls her eyes with a smirk and beckons him towards her to start their fight. Mason goes for the first punch to her ribs hoping to get her winded and end this fight quickly.
Bliss rolled her eyes, seeing the shot coming before he threw it and side stepping, throwing a punch to his jar. Mason stumbled back shocked that she got him in the first few seconds of the fight. Bliss advanced with shots to the stomach and ribs, making Mason step further back towards the ropes. With his back to the ropes Mason puts in a last ditch effort and stomps his foot into Bliss' stomach making her double over and fall back.
"That was a pussy move! Fight like a real man!" Bliss shouts out in pain, and then stands upright and advances towards her twin with a murderous look on her face. She puts her arms around his neck and swings her body weight around to get herself behind him as they fall to the mat. She puts him in a choke hold on the ground and wraps her legs around his middle and squeezes with all her strength hoping the lack of air will make him tap out.
Happy walks out of the clubhouse to see Tig calling his son a pussy. Seeing his son in a chokehold by his sister made him think his son was a pussy too. How could a 5'6, maybe a buck twenty have his 6'3, muscular son in a chokehold? And by the looks of it he's about to pass out.
"This can be over with if you just tap out. That's all you gotta do kid. Tap." Bliss grunts as she tightens her hold a little more to make her point.
Mason glares up at her before tapping quickly on her arm making her release his neck and unlock her legs. Rolling onto his side gasping for breath, desperate for air, he mutters curses at her after each lungful. "Fuck you! I hate when you do that to me!"
Bliss smirks, "It makes you feel like you're about to die doesn't it? You afraid of death? There's a lot worse things to fear than death."
Mason gets up and looks at her with amused worry, "You're a fucking freak." he tells her then puts her in a headlock and gives her a noogie with a laugh.
Happy can't help but have a smile ghost over his lips watching his kids laugh and joke around, thinking about all the things he has missed in the last seven years while he was up in Tacoma. Seeing them interact and wishing he would of made more of an effort to be there instead of leaving when Lee called and never turning back. Jesus, he missed a lot of their growing up.
"Why you just staring old man? You want to go a round too? I can take you down just as fast as I took him down." Bliss cockily yells. Happy smirks and makes his way into the ring with his kids. Taking off his cut and handing it to Mason along with his rings. "Do you know what you're asking for here kid?" He smirks at Bliss.
"You won't actually do anything. I'll put pressure on you and you'll walk away. I mean, that's what you're good at right? Things get tough or they aren't what you actually want so you walk away." Bliss gets a little heated as she take a step closer and gets in his face.
"Watch who you're talking to little girl! You're gonna step back and show me some respect." He growls and takes a menacing step towards his daughter. Getting more pissed when his voice didn't even phase her. Squaring her shoulders and stepping even closer to him, "Oh I know exactly who I'm talking to. A piece of shit, a sorry excuse for a man that left his children with a woman who couldn't find her way out of a paper bag. So why don't you cut the act that you're a badass in front of your "brother" and tuck tail and run like you do."
A sounding crack silenced the two as Happy slapped Bliss across the face with the back of his hand sending her down to the mat with a thud. He looks at her, eyes wide in shock, not believing that he just smacked her like she was just a whore who pissed him off and not his daughter. Bliss looks up at him with shock and anger, before standing up and stomping into the clubhouse away from him. He goes to follow her to apologize but a hand on his shoulder stops him.
"Give her a minute, she's pissed but she'll get over it and will come back just fine" Mason tells him and then steps a little closer to him, "If you ever lay hands on her again I'll cut them off."
The clubhouse door slams open and Bliss comes storming out, throwing her fringe crossbody on and heads towards the gate. The men watch her go and sees a motorcycle stop outside the gates, the man wearing a Mayans patch clear as day. Bliss give the man a kiss and then swings her leg over the bike. They take off with a roar leaving the club behind.