Pretty Boys Revenge: Part 2

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Pretty Boy’s Revenge: Part 2

by

Punk_Wrestler2000

When Jason left the gym, he headed directly to the arena. He knew he had to tip the scales in their favor or he and Shawn would get squashed.

But first things first: he had to find a way for Shawn to best Alec in the lead off match.



Jason knew it would not be easy setting this up. He and Shawn had made a lot of enemies on their rise to the top.

But heavy weight wrestler Doug owed Jason a large favor. Jason made some fast-talking moves and got Doug assigned as the ref for the lead off match.

Jason’s next stop was his locker.

It was evident by the contents of his locker that Jason and Shawn liked to play rough.

Jason reached in and pulled out a set of brass knuckles. No one was going to out and out squash his kid brother, especially after having him beat to hell first.

Jason knew Shawn was in no condition for either of the two matches he had been forced to agree to.

Jason knew it would be a miracle if Shawn was able to make it to the arena.

But Jason knew Shawn was tough and would show up, even if it meant he got the shit kicked out of him.

Jason knew even after the singles match it would be a miracle if he and Shawn left under their own power. There was no doubt Alec, Ryan, Beau and Jeff wanted to crush them and fuck them up.

But bigger and tougher studs had tried and failed. But not in a four on two match setting.

Jason knew they would concentrate on Shawn. He and Shawn had done that before. Cut the ring off on the weaker guy and go to work on him. Now the tables were turned and his kid brother was that weaker guy.

Jason returned to the gym and drove Shawn back to their apartment. Once there he gave his abs a good massage and explained his plans. He told Shawn about Doug and then handed Shawn the brass knuckles.

At first Shawn shook his head.

“Come on Jase, I don’t want to get that brutal.” Shawn said.

“Wake up Shawn. Those four dudes are going to be out to destroy us. If we don’t get down and dirty, they will.” Jason said.

Shawn knew his brother was right.

Deep down Shawn wanted a piece of Jeff’s muscle-bound ass. The kid had suckered him then beat the fucking shit out of him.

“All right. We play it your way. I am not ready to give up the prestige of being called CHAMP.”

The time of the match came quicker then Shawn wanted. He was still sore and knew if he was not careful Alec would wipe the ring up with him.

Shawn and Jason entered the arena from the rear and headed to their dressing room.

Alec, Ryan, Beau and Jeff had already arrived. Alec was pumped knowing in a few minutes he would get his revenge.

Jason helped Shawn get ready. He could see his brother was in no condition for this. Jason knew barring a miracle Shawn was going to get his ass kicked.

Deep down Jason knew Shawn probably had it coming. But they were brothers and stuck together. No matter what happened in the singles match, Jason vowed they would not lose their titles.

Jason slipped the brass knuckles into a pocket that he had sewn into Shawn’s Speedos.

“Remember Bro, don’t hesitate to use them.” Jason said as he rubbed Shawn’s bruised abs.

Shawn nodded. For once he kept his mouth shut. Shawn knew shortly he would be fodder for his more muscular opponent.

“Our first match of the evening is a grudge match. It features two tag wrestlers facing off in singles competition.”

“This is a one fall match. Pin fall or submission. This match will be followed by a three-team tag match. The tag match is for the title belts.”

“First making his way to the ring is Alec.”

Alec trotted to the ring looking ready to fight. He leapt over the top ropes and stood center ring.

“Next making his way to the ring is one half of the current tag team champs: Shawn.”

All eyes turned but no one came down the aisle.

Finally, as time to forfeit the match drew near, Jason escorted Shawn to the ring.

The audience cheered loudly as they noticed Shawn leaning on Jason for support. It was plain someone had worked one half of the Demolishers over and done so hard.

Shawn’s stomach was covered with red welts and bruises. The audience knew this tough cocky punk was about to get his just desert.

Jason helped Shawn into the ring, then went and sat down. As he did, he was told he had to go back to the locker room. The contract stipulated he could not be matside.

Jason took one last look back at his kid brother. Shawn was holding on to the ropes for support.

Jason smirked. He had a feeling Shawn was playing Alec for a fool, but he could not be sure.

The ref checked both men over and called for the bell.

As the bell sounded Alec bounded out of his corner. Shawn barely moved. Alec smirked as he noticed Shawn wince with each breath he took.

Alec looked at Shawn. ” Come on fucker. Let’s see how tough you are now.” Alec charged forward and sent a hard front kick to Shawn’s stomach. Shawn yelled out and fell to his knees.

Alec stepped back and laughed at the champ.

Alec could not hold back. He moved in and drug Shawn to his feet. He shoved him to the corner and fired off six hard shots to his already aching gut. Shawn wheezed and dropped to his knees hugging his stomach.

Alec pulled the man to his feet and snap mared him to the center of the ring. Alec hit the ropes and dropped an elbow to Shawn’s sternum. Alec stood and placed one hand on Shawn’s crotch and one on his chest and dropped six knees to Shawn’s battered abdominals.

Shawn would have cried out but he could not draw a breath. Jeff had shredded his abs earlier and Alec was talking full advantage of the situation.

“Gonna get your ass kicked, BOY.” Alec said as he bitch slapped the champ. “Gonna fuck you up.” Alec then gripped Shawn by the hair and fired him to the ropes. As Shawn shot back, Alec laced his fist together and delivered a double fisted blow to Shawn’s shredded abdominals. Shawn yelled out as he dropped to his knees.

He hugged his stomach and tried to roll from the ring.

Alec grabbed his legs and drug him back to the center of the ring. “Not getting away that easily, WIMP.”

Alec kept a grip on Shawn’s legs and split them apart. He then dropped a head butt to Shawn’s lower abs. Shawn whished out his air and tried to curl up. Alec grinned evilly. He was getting off destroying this guy.

It didn’t matter to Alec that someone else had to beat the piss out of Shawn. Alec was going to finish the job Jeff started.

Shawn was gasping for breath as Alec looked down on him with utter contempt.

Shawn knew the weeks of treating Alec and Ryan like slaves was coming back to haunt him.

Suddenly Shawn’s mind was focusing on a grinding pain in his crotch. Alec had his foot on Shawn’s nutsack and was slowly mashing his balls to the mat.

Shawn tried to arch up, but Alec dropped down on his legs. Alec gripped Shawn’s hands and pinned them under his knees. Slowly and methodically Alec started to pummel Shawn’s soft mushy gut.

Alec felt no resistance as his fist tore in deeper and deeper to Shawn’s abdominal cavity.

Shawn was gasping and wheezing as he got squashed.

“Come on Wimp at least try and put up a fight.” Alec taunted as his fists tore in hard and fast.

Alec knew he could easily pin Shawn right now, but he wanted to inflict a lot more abuse. He wanted Shawn to feel what he had felt a few months back.

Alec finally stood from the beaten champ.

He delivered a hard low stomp and then strutted around the ring savoring his impending victory.

Shawn curled into a fetal position. As he did his hand slipped into his trunks. Shawn felt his fingers wrap around the brass knuckles. He slipped them on and played possum.

Alec was busy posing for the audience and pointing at the downed champ.

Alec did not realize he was making a classic rookie mistake. NEVER cut a beaten opponent a break.

The audience was cheering him on.

“Finish him off, quit fucking around.” One spectator shouted.

“Crush his cocky punk ass.”

Alec flexed his big biceps and moved in on Shawn. “Time to end this, Fucker.”

Alec bent down to drag Shawn up by his hair. Shawn was ready, he clenched his loaded fist and using everything he could muster sent it careening into Alec’s throat.

Alec gasped and dropped his grip on Shawn and stumbled backward.

Shawn climbed slowly to his feet.

Alec was sagging in the corner and trying to catch his breath.

Shawn took his time and moved in. He swung the loaded right hand and sent it hard into Alec’s balls. Alec yelled out and fell to his knees. Instinctively Alec’s hands cupped his nuts. Shawn took advantage and fired a right to the pretty boy’s face.

Alec’s nose started to spew blood as his head snapped back and hit the ring post.

Shawn stepped back and taunted. “Come on FUCKER, get up and fight.”

Doug watched as Shawn took control. Doug had known about the brass knuckles but let it go. From the onset he figured Shawn would never get back to his feet.

Alec struggled to stand.

Shawn waded in again. As he did, he sent a vicious kick to Alec’s kneecap. Alec fell to the mat.

Shawn knew he had to hurt this kid. He knew he had to take him down hard and eliminate him from the upcoming tag match.

Shawn stepped over Alec. He then placed his foot on the back of Alec’s knee. Shawn bent down, gripped Alec’s ankle and bent the leg. As he did, he lifted the leg and then slammed it down to the mat, using his foot to add more force. Alec’s knee impacted hard with the mat.

Shawn worked both knees over, then drug Alec to the center of the ring. Shawn rolled the man to his back. Shawn then bounced off the ropes and drove his loaded fist hard to Alec’s lower belly.

Alec folded up as he wheezed.

Alec could not believe the power of the punch or the pain radiating through his body from the loaded fist.

Shawn could not help but gloat. But unlike Alec he did not strut around the ring. Shawn stayed focused. Shawn knew the ropes. He did not make ROOKIE mistakes.

Shawn dropped down on Alec in a schoolboy pin. He slapped the pretty boy hard across the face. “You made a big mistake, BOY. You never, ever let your beaten opponent off the hook. You finish him off.”

Shawn punctuated this with a left cross to Alec’s face.

Alec grunted and tried to rear up and throw Shawn off.

As he did Shawn sent his loaded fist hard into Alec’s balls. Alec fell compliantly to the mat and gasped for breath. He could not believe he was getting his ass kicked again.

When Jason heard the cheers change to boos, he ventured out to have a look.

He could not believe Shawn had the upper hand.

Jason watched as Shawn stood from Alec, then double stomped his abs.

Shawn then decided to inflict some serious punishment on the downed pretty boy. He moved to the corner and scaled the turnbuckle. Shawn grinned down at Alec and leapt off.

Shawn drove his knees to the pit of Alec’s gut. Alec gagged and coughed as he felt Shawn’s weight crush his abdominal wall.

Shawn kept both knees planted in the pretty boy’s stomach. Shawn then gripped Alec by the throat and locked on a choke hold.

Doug started to count.

When he got to four Shawn broke the hold, and drove a thumb to Alec’s throat.

“Teach you to FUCK with me, BOY.” Shawn said as he slammed a hard left hand to Alec’s head.

Alec’s head bounced off the mat from the impact.

Shawn stood from his beaten quarry. He stood back and slammed two hard kicks to the pretty boy’s ribs.

“Cocksucker. Gonna break you, BOY.” Shawn said as he sent a hard stomp to Alec’s nuts.

Alec was in no condition to fight back. His insides throbbed and burned with pain and rage. He could not believe this man had the stamina or the ability to take the kind of abuse he did and STILL kick the shit out of him one on one.

“NOW BOY, we do end this charade.” Shawn said smirking.

Shawn hooked Alec’s legs and applied a figure four leg lock. Alec fell back and slapped the mat as he felt his knees getting contorted.

Doug knelt down and asked Alec if he wanted to submit.

Alec did not want to submit to this prick again.

Shawn increased the pressure.

Alec pounded the mat and finally screamed out. “I fucking quit. Come on fucker you’re gonna break my frigging leg. Please let me go.”

Shawn smirked as Alec begged him to release the hold.

“Man breaking your legs would be too easy. We got something special planned for you in the upcoming match.”

Shawn finally released the devastating hold.

He stood to his feet and looked down at the loser. “Next time, BOY you better send a man to take me out.” Shawn then stomped his heel down on Alec’s balls.

Alec let out a scream as his balls were again squashed.

Shawn then shed his Speedos.

He dropped down on Alec. “Service your master, BOY.” Shawn commanded.

Alec knew better then to resist. He took the big tool into his mouth and serviced his master.

Alec knew in the next match Shawn would not be so lucky. Jeff and Beau would destroy him and Jason.

As Shawn left the ring, Alec lie there breathing heavily. He was now the one in a battered physical state.

Alec knew he would be the weak link. He placed his head in his hands as he sat up.

He wondered how he had ended up in this position, again.