Mickey gulped.
"Wrestling? At this size?" He asked, his eyes almost jumping out of their sockets.
"Of course big bro," Mike said, his grin widening, "Or are you too scared?"
Mickey chuckled softly to himself. He had used the same thing when he wrestled his little brother on other weekends. Why should this weekend be any different?
"Alright, alright, you got me," He smirked, and Mike beamed, "but this time I get the handicap, okay?"
The thirteen year old rolled his eyes, "Whatever works, shorty. 5 minute and I don't move."
"As always," The college junior replied, his smirk widening.
"Ready?" They started in unison.
"Set?" Mickey prepared himself with his stance wide and hands open shoulder with apart from his stomach.
"Go!" The voices boomed in unison, as Mickey rushed to find a way to pin the giant down.
He started by running around the gargantuan figure, who was still sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him.
Damn, I'm like a child in comparison to him Mickey thought.
The twenty year old grinned.
Well, Mike is still a child.
"4 minutes!" Mike warned, and Mickey grunted.
He smirked when he saw Mike's arms behind him, stabilizing his torso. If only he could budge them, and make the bigger boy lose his balance. If he was quick enough, he could push all his weight on Mike's torso and pin him to the ground.
Mickey's smirk turned into a grin. He could do this.
Mickey circled around the taller boy for momentum. Mike, who was now studying the ceiling, warned that his brother only had three minutes left before Mike could fight back.
Mickey was breathing heavily when he decided he was ready. With all the force he had, he bulldozed through the limbs that laid behind him, hearing a satisfying "oof" as Mike's torso fell to the ground.
With only a split second to react, the smaller older brother whipped his body around, and aimed to impact on his brother's stomach. When Mickey jumped, he watched as his younger brother's eyes seemed to twinkle at his challenge.
But would it work?
Mickey fell latitudinal on Mike's stomach, to which both boys exhaled softly on impact. Mickey reoriented himself, and with less than two minutes left, scooted to his giant brother's neck.
"So if I straddle your neck and shoulders for ten seconds without you moving, I win, right?"
"Gotta do it quick" Mike said, "you have less than 40 seconds left,"
With haste, the older brother slid to the younger one's neck, pinning it as he would when Mike was smaller.
"1..."
He started counting.
Did he make it?
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