The other night I was walking through the house and I was trying to get the adult proof plastic wrapper off a Fudge Round Little Debbie snack cake. As soon as I set the Fudge Round free from its plastic prison, it staged a jailbreak on its own from my hands. It popped up into the air and I managed to corral it one time but then it escaped from my hands again and hit the bedroom floor.
Molly was laying on the bed watching all of the action unfold and when she saw the Fudge Round flying through the air she started springing into action. As much as an overweight, slightly beyond middle age dog can spring anyway.
I grew up watching Mid-Atlantic Championship wrestling in the Gibbs household. Rick Flair got his start there as well as several other big name wrestlers. We even had some tremendous family bouts of our own complete with our own moves. I will never forget my Dad's patented combination Head Scissors/Fart In Your Face move that was designed to render you unconscious and my own patented move The Double Titty Twister and the Flying Double Butt Kick. The Double Titty Twister was a tap out move if there ever was one.
Anyway, me and Molly both dove for the Fudge Round at the same time and the wrestling match for the ages was on. I led with the Head Lock and administered several short left jabs to the jaw. Molly decided to cheat from the opening bell and just started biting me in as many locations as she could. Since this was an unsanctioned match there was no referee and she was able to get away with it. I had to sacrifice my body and throw it on top of the Fudge Round. The battle was short and violent and there was much blood spilled and declared a Draw with the real loser being the Fudge Round. It was beaten beyond recognition. Molly and I both retired to our separate locker rooms to lick our wounds and wait for a rematch.
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