Revenge -- The Conclusion

[this is the third and final (at the moment) story of the series]

Revenge – the Conclusion (??)

By

The Mangler

 As the cage door was opened, Brad came charging down the aisle and then turned left to head over to help out Barry.  He was so focused on his goal that he did not see Tim charging across the ring, grabbing the second rope and propelling himself between the first and second rope and heading for Brad like a guided missile.  He had timed it perfectly and slammed into Brad right side with his shoulder driving them both into the cage.  Brad took the brunt of the force, but Tim was also stunned as both wrestlers dropped to the arena floor.


 Standing in the ring, Choirboy barely had time to process what was happening before it was over.  His only reaction was to say ‘damnn” and signal for the bell to ring.  There was no use it arguing about the match not having started.  He almost didn’t even leave the ring, but decided that as the ref he probably should.

Tim was the first to get back to his feet.  He reached down and pulled a clearly stunned Brad from the floor, grabbed him by the back of the head and charged toward the ring slamming his head into the turn post four times before dropping him.  Brad dropped like a stone to the ground.

 Choirboy had finally reached the action.  “Hey, put it back in the ring, missile boy,’ He admonished.

 At first Tim just stared, then smiled and said, “missile man, I like that.”

“I said boy – you haven’t earned man yet.  Now get the damned action back into the ring.”

Tim turned, picked up Brad, who was beginning to struggle, chest to chest and ran him into the ring side three times before depositing him on the apron. He then jumped up, slide under the bottom rope and was back in the ring.  He was closely followed by Choirboy. Tim reached between the ropes, grabbed Brad by the hair and pulled him up on the apron until his arms were resting on the top rope.  He then draped Brad’s throat across the rope and leaned into it.

Choirboy began yelling “break the damn choke” and then began his count.  Once he reached 4 and ½, Tim dropped to the match snapping Brads neck further onto the rope and pulling the rope down. When he released the rope, Brad’s head was catapulted back and went off the ring apron and slammed down on the floor with a thud as his head hit the floor.  He was nearly unconscious.

 Not wasting any time or advantage, Tim slide under the ropes, trapped Brad’s head between his thigh and delivered a standing from DDT.  As the Choirboy screamed and counted, he lifted Brad up, body slammed on the ring apron and then pushed him back into the ring.  He got up on the apron, climbed to the top rope and then jumped down landing both feet into Brad’s abdomen.  Brad folded in half and spittle flew from his mouth, before he dropped back down to the mat. This was fast becoming a major squash.

While Brad’s body was being abused, Barry was screaming at the officials, the ref and the audience to do something.  Most just laughed at him.  However, a group of fans were heading in that direction.  But did the motorcycle gang see them coming or not??

In the ring, Tim picked Brad up in an inverted bear hug with his hands locked into the low abs.  He moves so that he is near the ropes.  He then steps so that his feet are in front of an upside-down Brad’s shoulder.  He then flings himself backwards into the rope.  As he rebounds back toward the center of the ring, he leaps up and forward and lands horizontally on the mat with Brad Beneath him.  As he was going down, he locked his ankles behind his victim’s head forcing Brad deep into the mat.

Releasing the hold, he stands up.  Brad simply moans.  Tim pulls an unresisting Brad up to a seated position and then locks on a sleeper hold.  He doesn’t get much resistance.  When he thinks that Brad is about to drop off to dream land, he releases the hold and drop him back first to the mat.

He then proceeds to deliver a series of stomps to the lower chest, abs and lower abs concentrating his blows to the naval region.  He is going to destroy that washboard abs and break them down.

Outside the cage, Brads fan have surrounded the motorcycle gang keeping Barry locked up.  A brief scuffle ensues, but the fans have brought weapons to the match and use a series of tasers to subdue the gang.  They then begin trying to figure out how to release Barry.  Not having the combination makes that nearly impossible.  However, one of the fans recognizes that the combo lock is a fairly cheap.  Remember seeing a large tool box in the hallway, he heads out of the arena.

In the ring, Tim has stopped stomping and instead has lifted Brad up in the air and now delivers a gut buster across his right knee.  He repeats the maneuver across the left knee.  He continues to alternate for a long series of gut bust.  Brad starts screaming at each one.  Sensing that he may be nearly his limit, Tim delivers a series of three chops to the throat to silence his opponent.

“Hey watch the blows to the neck,” scream Choirboy as he gets between Tim and his downed opponent.

“Yeah whatever,” is Tim reply before he circles around the ref and pulls Brad to his feet.  He slings him into the opposing ropes and as he bounces off delivers a knee straight into the hurting abs.  Brad flips over the knee landing on his back and hitting his head.  He is now hurting in more places that he has thought possible.  Tim repeats the move three more times, but for the fourth time changes it up and delivers a DDT.  He cannot do it a fifth time as he is not able to force an exhausted and hurting Brad to his feet.

He locks on a front chin lock and cinches it in finally going for the submission.  The ref is laying on his stomach at the face of Brad with time to his side asking for a submission.

Suddenly Choirboy finds himself sliding out of the ring onto the arena floor.  Barry quickly delivers a forearm smash to the head and neck and repeats this as the Choirboy is driven backwards.  He then grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and drives his forehead into the corner turnbuckle.  He repeats this.  He then regrabs the hair charges across the floor and flings Choirboy into the cage head first.  The Choirboy drops to the floor, all but out of it.

Many of the fans are booing, but a large number are also yelling their approval.  After all, this what Redneck Arena wrestling is all about.

Barry then turns and charges to the ring.  His fans have managed to use a large bolt cutter to disengage the cheap lock around his neck.  He has not bothered to remove the cock ring keeping his cock engorged and large.  As he nears the ring, he can hear his brother weakly giving his submission, but fortunately there is no one there to hear it.

Tim is unaware of what is happening as he is so intent on his hold.  He is waiting for the bell and the ref’s admonishment to release the hold as he hears Brad submitting.  Instead he suddenly feels a sharp pain in this side and ribs and Barry has leaped off the top rope dropping a knee into Tim’s side.

As Tim rolls off of Brad, Barry desperately wants to check on his brother, but knows that would be a mistake.  Instead he begins to deliver a series of stomps to Tim chest and side trying to break the man’s pecs down.  Tim is still somewhat slow to figure out what is happening until his notices Barry’s cock swinging in the wind.  He attempts to slide to the side and roll out of the ring.

Barry stops him near the ropes, lifts his head and drapes the neck over the bottom rope.  He sits on Tim’s upper back, reaches over the middle rope, reaches down and grabs the bottom rope pulling up.  Tim is in now caught in a rope choke.  He begins to desperately struggle to try and get air back into his lungs, without much success. 

Realizing that he now has his man wounded, Barry stands, delivers two stomps to the upper back and back of the head then reaches down and pull Tim up.  He then grabs the head and neck under his arm and drops backward delivery a DDT to the mat.  Tim rolls to his back stunned by the move. 

Barry then delivers a series of kicks and knee drops into the right knee and lower thigh.  After the last drop, he looks over at Brad who is slowly moving but still not too with it.  He checks out Choirboy who is still groggy by on the arena floor trying to get his bearing back.

He pulls Tim by his right leg to the middle of the ring and locks in a figure four.  He applies as much pressure as he can.  Tim screams and slams in the mat in pain.  He begins to pull himself toward the ring ropes, finally reaching out and grabbing the lower rope.  Barry has not been opposing his efforts much, because he knows there is no one there to order a break or even to enforce it.

Tim screams for a break but Barry ignores him for a few more minutes.  He then releases the hold and decides it is time to end this as he needs to check on Brad.

The fan reaction continues to be mixed, but the approval faction appears to be getting larger.

Barry grabs Tim, forces him to his feet and delivers a ddt.  This is followed by a series of 4 power slams to his back.  Barry then draws his hand across his throat signaling to the fans that it is time to end this.  He struggles to lift Tim to his feet, but then manages to grab around the waist and butt and lift time so that his sitting on the top turnbuckle.  Barry then climbs to the second ring rope.  He had intended to do a ddt off the top rope, but realizes that at this point it would be just easier and quicker to do it from the second rope.

He attempts to place Tim’s head and neck under his arm but Tim is still aware enough that he tries to fight back with some weak punches to the chest and abs of Barry.

Barry, quickly counters by a series of forearms and even closed fist to the head subduing Tim.  However, he is not able to take advantage of this as the Choirboy, having regained his senses, has managed to jump up on the ring apron.  He goes over and pushes Tim off the top rope.  In doing this Barry is trapped in front of Tim and Tim fall heavily onto Barry forcing him into the mat.  Unfortunately for Barry Tim’s knee lands on his exposed cock and balls.  A loud scream emerges from Barry.

As the Choirboy climbs into the ring, Tim’s head is beginning to clear and he realizes that Barry is underneath him and he realizes what has happened.  He begins to punch Barry’s pecs.  Suddenly he feels himself being pulled off and thrown to the side.

“You deal with the legal man and your opponent.  This fucking, son of a bitch, asshole is all mine.”  With that the Choirboy pulls Barry to his feet, delivers a knee into the crotch followed by a DDT.  He repeats the DDT times one and then picked Barry up and drug him over to the turnbuckle.  His arms were draped over the top rope and Choirboy used the tag team rope to bind his wrists. He then lifted the legs over the middle rope leaving Barry wide open.  Interestingly enough the tight cockring that had been applied meant that Barry’s cock was still stiff and pointing upwards.  The Choirboy then took a boxing stance and began using Barry’s abs as his personal punching bag.

The abs quickly deflated due to the previous working over.  Occasionally the Choirboy s blow would land on the hard cock.  Eventually Barry passed out from the pain and abuse and just hung in the ring.

While this was occurring, Tim walked back over to Brad who had managed to get up to his knees.  As Tim approached, he wasn’t as cautious as he should have been and Brad aimed a blow at the Tim’s nuts.  Fortunately, Brad televised his plan and Tim was able to turn away catching the blow on his mid-thigh.  He continued his turn and delivered a superkick to Brad’s head dropping him forward onto the mat.  He then sat on Brad’s back, pulled his arms over his knee, and grabbed the chin and pulled back.  The pressure immediately began to build on Brad’s back.  Tim encouraged this by bouncing as well

A weak “I submit” was heard by Tim, but not by the ref who was still with Barry.  Tim dropped the hold, turned and then applied a Boston crab, again bouncing to increase the pain.

Another weak “I give, no more, no more” was heard but again not by the ref.  Tim dropped the hold and decided it was Tim to end this match.

As the ref walked over, Tim clamped on a sleeper hold.  He then told Brad “submit by admitting you got beat by a superior male or I will sleeper you and you will not like what happens then, asshole to you and your brother.”  He positioned Brad so that he could see Barry.

At this point Choirboy had returned to the area and asked, “do you give”.

“I give, I give,” Brad whimpered.

“Not what I said asshole, and not loud enough, so off to dreamland and who knows what.”

Brad held out for a few seconds until he started to become woozy and then yelled out as loud as he could “I got beat by a superior man, I give, come on ref, I give.”

Choirboy looked at Brad, then Barry and finally Tim.  He noted a small nod from Tim and then signaled for the bell.  As he did so, Tim applied full pressure to the sleeper sending Brad into sandman territory.

He then released the hold and stood up as Tim raised his hands and the announcer said “and you winner by submission and knockout is former Referee Tim.”  The cheers that erupted from the fickle crowd outnumbered the boos.

As he stood there breathing hard, Tim looked at Choirboy and said “this can be easy or this can be hard.  Depends if you are going to get in my way.”

“You won, do what you want…within limits.”  He then stood back.

Tim bent to pick a sleeping Brad off the mat, but that is easier said than done, so the Choirboy jumped in and helped.  Brad was taken over the corner were his brother was slowly waking up and placed with his head in Barry’s crotch.

“Can you get me the other tag rope” Tim asked the Choirboy.

This was delivered and a leash was made around Brad neck and the other end was tied to his brothers cock and balls.  He then slapped Brad awake.  Tim then exited the ring and visited one of his friends, who was recovered from his tasing.  After freeing Barry, his friends had wisely retreated but the cycle gang was still scoping them out.  He retrieved what he came for and the returned to the corner.  He then shoved the vibrator up Barry’s ass until is settled into placed.  He then turned it on high.

The Choirboy just laughed and throwing his arms over the former ref’s shoulder said “not bad missile man, not bad at all.  But you know they will be coming for you.”

Tim smirked as he reciprocated and threw his arm over the shoulder.  “I think they will be coming for both of us, don’t you think?’’

As they walked out of the arena Choirboy said “yep, I think you’re right.  Want to partner up?”

“Of course, should be fun.  You can probably teach me a thing or two.”

“Oh no doubt about that, no doubt.”

They then entered the locker room.  They were not aware that the commissioner had been standing there listening to this.

"Damn going to maybe have to see about a bigger arena.  That tag match should sell out big time.  But who the hell am I going to get to ref it??”  He then remembered the last match of the twins and knew he had a perfect candidate.  Just had to figure out how to convince him to do it.

He then turned toward the ring as he heard a loud scream of pleasure and watched at Barry erupted a massive amount of cum, arcing high enough to hit him in his face.  It coated his face, chest abs and of course his brother’s face.

Revenge had been achieved.  As least for one wrestler.  For the other two plans for revenge had just begun.

The commissioner turned to security and said, “if they haven’t freed themselves in 30 minutes help them out.”  As he started to turn, he looked back at the bulge in the guards pants, “and don’t you get any ideas about them helping YOU out.  You can do that yourself or find a fan who is interested.  He then left the building smiling.  It had been another successful night at the redneck arena.  Maybe he should talk to Ryan and Cody about setting up some internet marketing of these matches.