A Tag Team Battle Royale
A while back, Dutch wrote at length about the best “tag teams” in the history of the WWF (I’m sorry, but I’m old school and I’ll never call it the WWE).
While I can’t argue with the likes of the Killer Bees and Hulk Hogan and Randy “Macho Man” Savage, I’d like to propose another great tag team in the making: TheMonk and Bri.
In fact, yesterday they had a match of the ages, as described in the following news clip…
SAN DIEGO, Calif. - It was a battle of the ages. One that had been brewing for the past 7 and a half months. While the well-established tag team duo of Mommy and Daddy felt confident in their ability to take on any and all challengers, the newly established team of TheMonk and Swee’Pea quietly plotted their triumphant debut in the ring.
While the unsuspecting Mommy/Daddy team were blissfully sleeping, TheMonk and Swee’Pea had all-night planning sessions on how to bring down the formidable duo. When the much-anticipated match-up finally occurred yesterday afternoon, those who had ring-side seats would never forget the day TheMonk and Swee’Pea flexed their collective muscle.
Their plan was simple yet brilliant in its execution. While one of the twins would distract Mommy with their cuteness, and playfully coo and laugh while Mommy played, the other would attack Daddy with a ferocity not yet seen in the Childsplayx2 household. In round One, TheMonk played quietly with Mommy while Swee’Pea rough-housed with Daddy on the floor. Swee’Pea soon showed that the team of TheMonk and Swee’Pea were ready to challenge for the title by distracting Daddy with a cute smile and then delivering a massive head butt to the nose. Daddy staggered back, eyes watering and he glanced up at his tag team partner Mommy, hoping to tag out to regain his composure.
Unfortunately for him, TheMonk was busy keeping Mommy preoccupied and she did not see Daddy’s attempt to tag out. Daddy sneezed a couple of times – a result of his still-smarting blow to the nose. Swee’Pea, smiled at Daddy as if to entice him to engage her once again. The trick worked and Daddy came at Swee’Pea. They danced around the room until, once again Swee’Pea sensed Daddy was vulnerable. She deliverd another ferocious head butt, this time to the lip, causing Daddy to reel once again. As Daddy checked his lower lip for blood, he could feel it swelling considerably. Surely, he thought, Swee’Pea must be hurt too. He glaced at her but her smile showed that she wasn’t hurting at all. Daddy, sensing he was in trouble, attempted to tag out once again.
This time he was able to get Mommy’s attention. However, Swee’Pea with a cat-like quickness, tagged TheMonk first and before he knew it, TheMonk was engaging Daddy in rough house as well. Daddy, sensing he had to come with his “A” game in order to survive this surprising challenge came charging at TheMonk as he lay on the floor. TheMonk was not impressed, however, and maneuvered to deliver a quick but decisive blow to Daddy’s head with his powerful legs. His massive mallet-like feet came thumping down with a quick “One-Two” to the head and Daddy went down for the count.
Pandemonium erupted as Daddy was declared out! Mommy and Daddy didn’t know what hit them. Shrieks of glee were echoing through the house while Daddy lay on the floor dazed and confused.
TheMonk and Swee’Pea’s celebration was short-lived however, as Mommy filed a protest with the commissioner. The commissioner sentenced TheMonk and Swee’Pea to a nap while Mommy and Daddy had time to recuperate. Foiled by the sly maneuverings of Mommy and Daddy, TheMonk and Swee’Pea took their nap in protest – continually crying out. Mommy and Daddy were undeterred, however, and TheMonk and Swee’Pea finally accepted that they would have to fight another day.
While the outcome wasn’t quite what TheMonk and Swee’Pea were hoping for, they have certainly established themselves as a force to be reckoned with. Mommy and Daddy now know they cannot take these well-coordinated foes lightly. It is certain this will be a great rivalry, pitting age and experience against youthful guile, for years to come.
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Classic. Mine like to send in the biter when you’re playfully wrestling with the lover. Sort of the way the velociraptor that kills you is the one you don’t see, hiding in the bush.
Good Times….
Comment by Gidge — February 5, 2006 @ 10:48 am
“It is certain this will be a great rivalry, pitting age and experience against youthful guile, for years to come.”
I tremble at the day when they can actually speak to each other to plot against you. And whatever you do, don’t call Grandmother in as a referee – she’s biased and is bound to rule against you in favor of the grandkids.
Comment by Deanna — February 5, 2006 @ 1:57 pm
I’m just waiting until the time that my baby can speak to her big brother so that they can conspire against us. At this point, we just assume they’re conspiring. I want proof.
Comment by Andie D. — February 5, 2006 @ 2:47 pm
I don’t know Matthew, when you were 4 years old you told Gail, your child care provider, that a child she knew had died. You had the poor woman so upset, she could barely function when I arrived to pick you up. I think this blog falls into the fictional category. Yes, I am biased, JT and Bri are angels.
Comment by Grandmother — February 5, 2006 @ 6:29 pm
Ooooh. Didn’t I see an episode of Wild Wild West (or maybe a John Wayne western?) where the bar fight went down a bit like this?
Comment by KC — February 5, 2006 @ 10:30 pm
Oooh – you’ve just been tag teamed by your mom! LOVE IT!
Just wait until they team up on you in the cage (AKA – the car!). They may not physically be able to attack you from their chained positions – but they WILL find a way to break you.
Ahhh kids!
Comment by Het — February 6, 2006 @ 10:58 am
I have had many a bloody lip from playing with my son. He certainly has a hard head. He’s also come close to giving me a bloody nose. Them kids play rough thats for sure!
Comment by Kristie — February 7, 2006 @ 9:14 pm