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Category: Wrestling
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Description: Sequel to Double Trouble, now the twins are on the farm. Stars:
the Hardyz, some of the amazons, the twins and the hurricane.
“I want daddy to be like uncle Tony.” Hallie exclaimed. “No
hunny,” her gently pushed her little girls brown hair out of her face,
“daddy already works with large sweaty animals.”
“Hey!” Jeff hardy ran over to his sister in law and 6-year-old niece
“her daddy works with me!”
Allison laughed as her daughter touched her uncle’s chest and said “eww!
I see what you mean.” Then Hallie ran off to join her other uncle who
was a champion pacer trainer (pacers are horses that trot), “Uncle Tony
its my turn now.” Allison walked away from the house with Jeff to join
her husband Matt hardy by the trotting track.
Luke, their son and Hallie’s twin, was very excited. “Did ya see
me dad!” Matt picked his son up, sat him on the new timber fences and
ruffled his hair.
“I sure did Lukie, you rode that horse fine.”
Luke shook his head violently, “no! Not rode daddy, drove the horse.”
Matt looked shocked, then met his wife’s gaze “they’re getting
more like you by the day.”
” I hope so if they got more like you id be worried.” She froze
in terror,”oh my god I never thought we’d have to relive the terror…
the horror.” She couldn’t stand the look on Shane’s face.
Allison burst out laughing. “I’m sorry Shane but you really screwed
things up last time you were here!” Shane went an awkward shade of red
and pouted. He’d been told that ally’s brother trained racing horses.
So Shane jumped to the conclusion that the horse were gallopers and could be
ridden. BOM, BOM! WRONG!! The horses, used to pulling a small trolley (gig)
behind them, had not been impressed when the Hurricane leapt onto their backs
and kicked into them. They reared, kicked, bolted and Shane fell, rolled, hid
in the stables shaking during the chaos ensuing. Helms thoughts were shattered
by an almighty yell. Ally looked up at her brother and brother in law. She heard
the sound of rapid hoofbeats. There was a second horse and gig on the track.
Moving slowly she calmly walked over to the railing and hit her brother in the
arm “where is my husband? And where are my kids?”
The red gig came roaring past “mommy, mommy look at me” with Hallie
proudly driving standing in the footholds because she was too small to sit.
Hurricane walked up between Allison and Tony. “Isn’t that Hallie?”
Allison nodded tears of pride in her eyes. The mood quickly changed “YOU
AGAIN!” Shane didn’t have time to duck, a solid fist hit him in
the eye “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HORSES!” Tony yelled then turned
away and happily waved at the drivers of the blue gig “daddy he killed
him” Luke was holding the reins while sitting in his dad’s lap.
“I think so Luke. You better let me off.” Luke looked up puzzled
“but I can’t daddy.” Matt let out that yell again. “GET
ME OFF THIS THING!” No one had moved from the fence ( or in Shane’s
case the floor). They were laughing too hard. “don’t be such a chook!”
Allison yelled at her husband. Matt and Luke were making good time hooning around
for the second time. “what’s a chook?” Hallie was now on her
third or fourth solo lap, she leaned over the side of her gig and made a chicken
noise to her sulking father(Note from Madame: a chook if you haven’t guessed
is a chicken). Matt ignored her and her mother and turned his attention back
to his son. “if you can drive this horse how come you cant make it stop.”
Luke smiled ”I give Uncle Tony a signal and he stops the horse, but he
said not to tell you daddy.” Matt became irritated, “please give
him the signal.” Luke’s smile grew broader “okie dokie daddy.”
He looked at Tony , who nodded and stepped onto the track. “whoa, William”
Tony put his hands up. Our Sir William (the horse) stopped gently. Shane helms
was standing next to Allison sulking. Jeff was teasing him. Allison had a camera
ready for her brother’s scheme. The brother picked up the reins and handed
them to Matt “hold these”. Matt took them assuming he would only
be holding them for second. Tony took Luke off and gave Our Sir William a pat
on the rump. William was off like a shot with Matt still in the gig. Tony sauntered
back to the house to get a beer, Jeff accompanied him. Ally and Luke had tears
streaming down their faces. “they’re laughing at him” Shane
recognized a citizen in trouble “this looks like a job for the Hurricane.”
This sudden outburst cause them laugh harder. The Hurricane ran onto the track,
the horse that was coming straight for him slowed to a stop. The Hurricane walked
to the back of the horse to the gig while holding the reins so that the horse
couldn’t run away. Triumphantly he turned to Allison and Luke, both of
whom were laughing harder. “DICKHEAD HELMS” Matt in the blue gig
come sailing past behind Our Sir William. Hurricane spun to look at his ‘niece’(the
kids have been calling Shane helms and Damien ‘uncle’ that makes
Hallie their niece right?). “wrong horse, Uncle Shane” Hallie booted
him in the kneecap. Allison started laughing again as Hallie completely undaunted
yanked the reins from Hurricanes grasp and sped off. Shane got to his feet again,
he limped to the fence “Luke, will you get Uncle Shane an ice pack?”
Lukie looked hopeful “will a packet of frozen peas do?” Shane nodded.
Lukie raced to the house. Shane looked at his feet rather than at Allison. “I
know you’re itchin’ to say something.” “gonna try again
mighty super hero?” “fuck you… OW!” the blue gig came
past “don’t talk to my wife like that bitch. Now come and get my
off this thing or I’ll give you something to complain about.” Matt
was throwing the rocks that were shooting up from the ground. As Matt went around
again, Hurricane sucked up all his knowledge of horses. “if I lie on the
ground the horse will stop right?” ally shrugged “only one way to
find out” Shane threw himself onto the track. Our Sir William continued
to run. maybe he didn’t see the odd green creature on the track, maybe
he did but he sure as hell didn’t stop. Shane leapt from the track just
as the horse’s hooves landed. “COWARD” shouted Matt watching
Hurricane hide behind a hay bale. Lukie ran out again with the bag of peas.
“here ya go Uncle Shane.” Hallie was once again approaching the
fence Allison walked onto the track and flagged her daughter down. She climbed
into the gig behind her and they set off around the track after daddy. Shane
sat with Luke and the ‘ice pack’ on his knee. “Hallie hunny
it is very important that you listen to me, this is what were going to do.”
Hallie was standing behind her mother and Allison was holding the reins and
driving. They approached Matt and Our Sir William. Matt was shocked to see his
wife driving the horse and his six-year-old daughter standing behind her having
a great time. “HALLIE!” Matt was terrified. Allison pulled up close,
Hallie (much to matt’s horror) jumped from he mother’s back to her
father’s lap. Matt almost passed out. Hallie took the reins from her father,
climbed into the footholds and pulled back hard. Hurricane and Luke were on
their feet applauding as Hallie and Allison brought the horses to a dead stop
in front of them. Tony and Jeff put the horses in their stables and hurricane
led the shaking Matt into the house. Later that night they sat outside watching
the sunset. “it’s a pity tye’s on the road” Shane said
sadly. “no it’s not,” shouted Hallie leaping from her father’s
lap “it’s so fucking quiet when she’s not here.” Hallie
was the center of attention. Matt looked at Jeff, Jeff looked at Shane, Shane
looked at Tony. “MONGRELLE!” they yelled. Allison bundled Hallie
inside and her father and associate uncles crowded around the telephone. After
three minutes Matt hung up. “she hasnt got her cell phone on.” Luke
was still sitting outside, he looked lonely. “what’s up little man?”
Luke looked up and smiled. He opened the door and yelled to the amazon in front
of him “Mongrelle? MONGRELLE! YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HALLIE JUST
SAID!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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