The VZC- Took advice from the wrong shoulder

[Kasper Van Slam]

Proverbs 14:7
7 Stay away from a fool, for you will not find knowledge on their lips.

The show for the night at VZSPW (Van Zant Southern Pride Wrestling) had been over for a few hours, but Drexel had remained behind to shut down. He needed to think and he needed to drink, which was a damn crying shame since he hadn't drank a drop in a decade. He'd quit when Imogen got sick and needed him. Stopping the booze didn't end the asshole though in fact Drex had gotten worse as far as how he handled family and the family business.

Bojack and Grant was there too, in their daddies office Bojack laid across the old sofa his leg in a cast and crutches beside him but the House belt laid over his chest like a weighted blanket of comfort. He'd grown quiet since his accident the house champion was going to be sidelined for the better part of the year he was pissed about it but blindly furious about how his Daddy was going to have to make the call and strip him of the title, the honor that came with that belt couldn't be idle. But in the meantime Drexel had been sitting on this revelation and the answer, it ate Bojack alive.

Grant sat in the chair directly in front of his daddies desk his whole attitude had changed since Bojacks injury and Kaspers fleeing of the family nest, why? Well Grant knew about the possible vacation of the VZSPW House belt and what that might mean for him. The big call up. In his mind he saw the whole story clear as day: Bojack terribly injured at the hands of DeSaint and Bojacks brotherly call to avenge him to keep the House title in the Van Zant name. He'll fucking break DeSaint because truthfully the guy was a sleaze and hack Grant hated the man, put him out forever and for good as he steps up into his spot not only a champion but the rightful heir.

Grant: "Daddy are you good? You uh been real quiet lately..."

Drexel didn't break his long distance dead eye stare at the bottle of some old Dutch family made meade. Bojack however opened an eye that cast shade over his oldest brother.

Grant: "If yer thinking about sissy, I mean Daddy let her find out the hard way about what she thinks she wants? If it's as bad as you say it is outside these ropes down here then let it chew her up and spit her out back down here, she'll git whipped sooner or later..."

Bojack finally pushed himself upright on the couch pushing long wavy hair back over his head.

Bojack: "What are you going on about Grant? Are you seriously sayin' let Kasp fuck around and find out? Let her go on'n go against Daddy?"

Grant: "Not like you put it...I care about I do, but some pups get broke hard because they is hard headed...Kasper is as hard headed as a noon day shit...we gotta worry about our own house, about Van Zant Southern Pride..."[

Bojack: "There it is...I knew it.."

Grant turned away from Bojack, back to Daddy. He didn't care to plead his case.

Grant: "Well hell we gotta keep tradition here, Bojack is hurt and the House belt can't sit on him like a crown on a Princes head...grandaddy made the same call between you and Uncle Da-"

For the first time Drexel cut his eyes at Grant who trailed off, the stare was cold and it was forbidding but the message had been received.

Bojack: "Well fuck you Grant, guess what ya big dummy Imma be back before those doctors say I will, I promise you that so take all your big day dreamin' and shove it back down to where let's say Kaspers dreams of being a wrestler are yeah? You ain't got what I got big boy to carry this," *he holds the title up just as he rises off the couch with the aide of his crutches* "you tha' damn oldest and Daddy looked you over like a soiled fuckin gunny sack! You ain't shit."

By now Grant had stood up and he was big and he was mad and he kicked his chair out of the way.

Grant: "I won't beat up no cripple but if I look at you like you was a dog with rabies...I could put you down and out of your misery...you got sixteen pins you asshole, a year recovery at tops and I heard the doctors you'll need some extensive physical therapy before they think you'll ever wrestle again....worse yet they said you won't be as good as you once was."

Bojack: "all I see is air and opportunity big brother...air and opportunity..."

Bojack took a big inhale which was enough for Grant to realize he was being goaded, exactly what Bojack wanted, Grant was a hot head and thought only with his big mountainous size and muscles so when he lunged Bojack was ready. He put all his weight on on crutch as he cracked Grant right in the ear with the other, then struck him again and again until Grant dropped to all fours.

Drexel: "ENOUGH!"

Drexel may have been an old man but he still had plenty left in his tank, before Bojack could hit Grant again Drex was out of his seat, around his desk and had kicked the other crutch out from under Bojack shoving him back down on the couch.

Drexel: "boy you as much get up off that couch I'll beat ya! Grant get the hell up."

He grabbed Grant by the back of his neck lifting him off the ground and sat him down beside Bojack before smacking them both.

Drexel: "I don't need either of yours bullshit am I clear? Right now all we need to think about is this family...about your little thick headed delusional dummy sister! Goddammit do you not see what she's got herself into? She's a damn rabbit about to be caught in a snare dammit!"

The spit and the rage and the level of Daddies temper was one they hadn't seen since their Momma had passed, it shut them up even if they pushed further a part on the couch...they listened to their daddy.

Drexel: "She's a timid rabbit...got all this energy and hobla about some great destiny but those men and women out there...WUK...beyond! They are butchers boys and they collect little lucky rabbit feet week in and week out...the foot is a metaphor for blood, they butcher themselves for the world to scream and cheer and fuck and screw out the next low man. Kasper God love her she ain't built like that she knows what we do here and sure it'll carry her a while until she gets one of them butcher's one on one...and they do what butcher's do boys they will tear her a part!"

As Drexel delivered his sermon Joaquin finally arrived, he actually looked fairly entertained but he was carrying a piece of paper he had printed just a few minutes ago...however he didn't interrupt his Father. He leaned just inside the door frame to his daddies office.

Drexel: "I ain't about to lose her to that world yet, so fuckin drop the shit about what going on here begat your foolish prides and let's rescue your sister...okay? Because if not, you two will be lucky to compete in the family dojo ever again..."

Banishment. All three boys got chills because it happened, few and far between but banishment from the Van Zant family happened a few times in the past. The silence was heavy until Joaquin walked up to his Daddy offering him the sheet of paper.

Joaquin: "then let's find Kasp daddy..."

Drexel read and read it again, bawling the paper finally into his fist. He looked at each of his sons...

Drexel: "Pack a bag boys....we're going to Japan..."