Sitting in the prep room beside coolers for the bodies Kade sat with his feet propped up on a prep table while sitting in a office chair. Seth sat on a desk as both brothers quietly read the news papers. “So the Phillies one.” Seth said as Kade raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?” Kade asked reading through the Opinion section.
“Yeah four games to one.” Seth replied.
“I’m glad. I liked the Rays until they knocked out the Soxs then I was like fuck ‘em.” Kade spoke with Seth nodding. “Hey are you voting?” Kade asked turning his head to look at his brother.
“Yeah, but I kinda feel like my vote doesn’t matter.” Seth said. Kade raised an eyebrow. Taking the explain cue of the eyebrow Seth finally started, “I know my vote counts and blah, blah but the over whelming opinion seems to be for Obama. So if I vote different then what is even the point in voting?” Seth asked.
“I thought you were pro-Obama?” Kade asked.
“Well I am, I am but like I said if 85% of the popular vote and electoral vote is going to him, what is the point in voting at all.” Seth asked shrugging.
“In other words why do I matter in a sea of people with my exact belief." Kade responded.
“Exactly!” Seth said.
“Well look at it like this. You’ll either have the first Black President or the first woman president.” Kade spoke.
“Why do you say that?” Seth raised an eyebrow.
“McCain is liable to have a fucking heart attack in office and drop dead.” Kade said his eyes never leaving the paper. “It is why I voted for Clinton in the democratic primary. She did great the first eight years!” Kade responded. Both brothers kept reading until finally Seth heard Damien and Viper in the front room of the Funeral Home.
“Think we should go out there and get this started?” Seth asked.
“Naw. I haven’t finished my coffee yet.” Kade spoke lifting his cup from out of the mouth out of a dead body that was laying on the prep table until Kade needed a foot rest. Seth nodded as he suddenly remembered his Gatorade. Suddenly the door opens to the ref staring at Kade and Seth. “Close the door! Close the door!” Kade said quietly as he walked in.
“Guys. Your match is suppose to going on!” He said then noticed the body on the floor with Kade’s coffee cup back in it. Suddenly a Referee’s Digest was flung at him. Staring at it his eye brows raised. “Oh I haven’t read this one. It is the new issue!” He said going over sitting on the table next to Kade’s feet.
“Hey did you guys hear McKain is fighting The Dark Requiem?” The ref asked.
“Yeah. Who is gonna be the ref?” Seth asked.
“Not me! I volunteered for this match!” The ref spoke. Kade raised his head up. “We either pick the match we want, or we get chosen unless we refuse to do it.” The ref said.
“Not my question. You volunteered to ref a Funeral Home match?” Kade asked. “Damien could you’re your blood, Viper could rip off your head, Seth could do strange things to your ass, I could rip out your throat. And you picked this match?!” Kade demanded.
“You’ve seen the rack on Viper!” The ref responded.
“He’s got a point there Kaders.” Seth spoke up as all three men nodded. Kade and Seth both finished their respective drinks when the door suddenly swung up to Damien and Viper. They started to storm in but then stopped when realizing the scene. Suddenly a Playboy and Playgirl were thrown at them. However, when Damien opened the centerfield to some young strapping lad with a thirty-six inch pecker wearing sunglasses and an Evil inc. Autoshop Indianapolis, Indiana button down shirt he growled.
“Ah shit. Sorry. Switch those around.” Kade responded and going back to his paper. Without warning the guy on the page hopped off and bounced.
“I AM PECKER MAN!” Everyone blinked as he bounced with his pogo pecker. “Where is Crabs man?!” He demanded. Everyone just happen to point in a general direction hoping to not be Pecker Slapped.”PECKER MAN! AWAY!” As he bounced off and up through the roof everyone looked at each other. This match certainly has started in a weird way.