Chapter 3
"What's the matter, Heath?" Audrey asked the day of his match. "You aren't nervous aren't you?"
"A little," Heath replied quietly.
"Why? You've done great in practice all week. Even your coach said as much, not to mention you look great since Mom fixed up Daddy's shorts for you."
"I'm glad someone thinks so."
"Wait. What's actually going on here, little brother? This is Audi Ass, remember? Fess up."
"Are these shorts really nice? You don't have to lie because you're my sister, Audi."
"Of course they are; you know those are the ones Daddy wore in Japan and ROH years ago. Look at the luck they had brought him."
"Yeah, but some people said they look 'gay' and 'sad'."
Audrey stiffened. It was one thing for her to tease Heath now and again, but when someone else did it, she had issues. "Who said that stuff?"
"Josh and Tyler. They called these 'girly shorts' and I'd never get a girlfriend wearing stuff like this."
"I think a couple of boys need a good talking," Audrey said. "Nobody fucks with my little brother. Where are they?"
"Right over there, but Audi, don't start trouble, please? We were lucky Dad was able to come and I don't want him to get all embarrassed because of stuff we did."
"Who said anything about starting trouble? I'm going to set some things straight. I'll be right back."
"Audi!" Heath pleaded one last time, followed by a low groan. "Oh God."
A short time later:
"Josh and Tyler have been removed from the match," the coach announced right before it was about to begin.
"Why?" one of the other boys asked.
"There were some problems that were created a little while ago that I had to interfere and make a decision," the coach replied, glancing briefly at Heath, who looked up sheepishly.
I can't believe my own sister did that, he thought. Cussing them out is one thing, but kicking them in their boy parts? Dad is so going to ground her when we get home. I bet he's mad at me too.
"Heath," the coach spoke up. "You're in the third match."
"You're still going to use me?" he asked.
"You've given a hell of a workout during practice this week," the coach nodded. "And it would good to give you an actual match to show what you can do."
"Um….whom are they putting me up against?"
"Don't worry; it's another boy in your weight class. This isn't your dad's business where little guys are put up against steroid monsters."
Heath stiffened a little, pulling himself up to his full height. "My dad doesn't do 'roids," he snapped, defending Brian's honor.
The coach chuckled a little, patting Heath's shoulder; he loved the boy's spitfire attitude and the kid was one hell of a scrapper who took no shit off of anyone. "I know, young man. And in case you were wondering, you will be great."
Meanwhile:
"I can't believe this," Brian groaned. "It's one thing for Heath to get into scraps with boys, but you? Jesus, Audi, what were you thinking? Those kids are your brother's teammates."
"Who made fun of him and his attire," Audrey responded. "If people think I'm going to stand back and have them tease my baby brother, I have a news flash for them."
"Yeah, but kicking guys in the nuts? Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Wait, scratch that; you're female. Since when did you become the feisty type anyway? I thought you were your mom's little shy girl."
"Until someone fucks with Heath, and then people see another side of me," Audrey replied.
"Watch the language, young lady; I'm probably going to be in deep enough with your mother as it is."
"Oh yeah. Speaking of Mom, Heath wanted me to let you guys know the screen will be closed captioned in case some people can't follow along too well."
"Since the two boys you took the liberty of kicking in the balls have been removed from this match, any chance of knowing when your brother is up?"
Audrey nodded. "His coach said he's third, and it's going to be with another small kid. I guess they didn't want to rough Heath up too much in his first showing."
"Good idea. As for you, missy, we'll be talking more about your own form of attacks when we get home."