Revenge

[This is the follow up to Start of Revenge and the 2nd story in the trilogy]

Revenge

by The Mangler

The fallout from the Choirboy versus Tim match had been many faceted. Jake had actually managed to make it home naked without much consequence, other than trying to explain to his new bride why he had given a guy a blow job!! However, she had finally, reluctantly, accepted his explanation. The wrestling commissioner had not been so gracious. He had summarily suspended Jake for two weeks and had forbidden Jake from having any contact with any of the wrestlers or other personnel – thus preventing Jake from advising Tim what had happened. The commissioner had also been unwilling to listen to any explanation from Jake. And while Jake had even tried to resign from the league, the commissioner refused to allow that reminding Jake that he had just signed a two-year commitment to the league. Unknown to Jake, while he and the commissioner had been having their meeting, the Choirboy had been in the adjoining room having a good laugh.


Tim was doing anything but laughing. Not only had his friend Jake turned on him, the following day his body felt as if he had been through the meat grinder and he was scheduled to meet the twins the following week. He two had tried to get out of that commitment, but again the commissioner had refused. He had, however, allowed an extra week because “the twins had a previous engagement” and could not wrestle that week. Their “engagement” had been showing off Bruce and Jon at the International Mister Leather weekend in Chicago. A good time had by all. Well, by all except Jon and Bruce that is.

Thus two weeks later, the Redneck Arena was bustling with excitement for “Revenge Night” when Tim would be wrestling against each of the twins in separate matches. The crowd would turn out to be mostly cheering on the Twins, although Tim also had a fair share of supporters. While Brad and Barry were in top shape and ready to go at it, Tim was still not 100% after his beating by the Choirboy. But the thought of revenge pumped his adrenaline way up and he was ready to go.

“And now entering the ring for the match, standing at 6'1" and weighing 215 pounds our own former referee — TIM,” the ring announcer intoned over the address system. The gate opened and Tim dressed in black trunks, black knee pads and black boots charged down the caged aisle and entered into the ring. He was greeted with a smattering of applause and shouts of good will, but mainly boos and hoots. However, he heard very little of anything. He was just ready for action. He retired to his corner and rested against the ropes staring at the entrance waiting.

“And now entering the ring the special referee for this match, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 180 pounds.” as the announcement was being made the cage door opened and charging down the aisle dressed in referees’ stripes was none other than. “THE CHOIRBOY.” Tim’s stomach had dropped about 10 feet when the cage door opened and continued to drop as the Choirboy leaped over the top ropes into the ring and advanced on Tim.

With a smirk on his face the Choirboy said (in his sweet, innocent little voice). “Nice to see you again Tim.”

Tim stuttered “What, what, the hell...”

“Oh, the league needed a good ref and with you wrestling and Jake out giving blowjobs or whatever it is that he does now, they asked me.” His grin was simply evil.

“But, but how can you be a fair ref,” Tim demanded.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Tim. I take my wrestling very seriously and I do what it takes to win. By the same token, I also take my refereeing seriously and fairly, unlike Jake did to you. I can guarantee you a good clean match.” Was his only reply. He then proceeded to do a check of Tim for hidden weapons, and other than a slightly rough crotch check, tried nothing funny.

A few minutes later the final announcement began, “and now entering the ring Standing at 5'8" and weighing in at a 150 pounds – BARRY.” Barry had been escorted to the door by his twin brother Brad, but no further as the door was closed as Barry charged down the ring. He then leaped over the top rope to the overwhelming roar of approval from the crowd. As Barry threw his hands in the air and turned around to greet his adoring fans, he turned his back to Tim. Immediately, Tim charged across the ring, dropped down to one knee and delivered a hard pump handle between Barry’s legs, driving his balls into the pubic bone. As Barry’s hand dropped down to grab his crotch, Tim had regained his feet, locked Barry’s head into a headlock and delivered a Texas Bulldog slamming Barry hard into the mat. He then stood and managed to get in two stomps to the stomach before the Choirboy could intervene and drive Tim back to the corner.

“I ought to disqualify your sorry ass right now,” the Choirboy began.

“You can’t asshole, I haven’t done anything wrong,” Tim smirked.

“What the fuck you mean. A blow to the balls is illegal and...”

“Yeah once the match has started it may be, but hey I haven’t heard any opening bell. And the contract didn’t say anything about pre-match antics, cause I checked” was Tim’s reply. “And if you try to postpone or stop this match, the fans will tear this place apart.”

Realizing that Tim had spoken the truth, the Choirboy didn’t have much of a reply other than “yeah, but just keep it within the realm of fair play” he shouted loud enough for the fans to hear. As he turned to check on Barry, however, he murmured just under his breath “not too bad for a jobber.”

The Choirboy helped Barry to his feet and back to his corner and gave him a couple of minutes to recoup. However, he couldn’t give him too long because Tim was right about one thing. The fans were getting restless. Therefore, he signalled for the bell and both fighters charged out to the middle of the ring, one on the defensive and both now not 100%. As they began to approach one another, Tim, did a baseball slide and using a leg sweep took Barry down. He quickly jumped on Barry’s back. While much bigger than him, Tim knew not to take his opponent lightly. A mistake many opponents had made. He delivered a couple of series of forearms to the back of Barry’s head. Not designed to do much damage but enough to disorient him.

He then stood, grabbed Barry by the right leg, trapped the left ankle under one foot and delivered a series of kicks and stomps into the upper thigh. The last kick again landed in Barry’s crotch. At this the Choirboy stepped in and began to admonish Tim. Tim simply dropped the leg, stepped back for the break and then charged in again. He grabbed the leg pulled it back over Barry’s head and then dropped to the mat, pulling at the ligaments and thighs in the groin. The match had only just begun but already Barry was hurting.

Tim repeated the move twice more and then exited the ring to the floor. He reached under the rope, grabbed the right leg and pulled so that Barry’s groin was straddling the ring post. With a mighty pull he slammed the crotch into the ring post followed by slamming the thigh and groin into the post. He managed to do this several times before the Choirboy could get the count high enough to stop the damage. Tim then re-entered the ring where he was confronted by the Choirboy who began chewing him out and threatening disqualification. Tim simply ignored him and watched as Barry pulled himself to a standing position. His right leg was now a liability.

As Tim moved in, however, Barry showed what he was made off as he held onto the top ropes and drove his left leg up and into the stomach of the approaching Tim. This drove the air from Tim’s chest and slightly bent him over. Barry reached out, grabbed him by the hair and yanked down driving Tim’s forehead into the mat. The Choirboy (much to the crowd’s amazement) admonished Barry for using the hair and yelled “keep it clean.” Instead Barry pulled Tim into a side headlock by using the hair. He had intended to use this hold to allow him a little time to recover, but to his astonishment, he was forced to break the hold by the ref, something almost no ref would do in a situation like that. As he released the hold and turned to argue with the ref, Tim took the opportunity and again delivered a devastating pump handle between the legs. He was out for revenge, not playing by the rules.

Barry dropped to the mat. Tim followed up with a series of stomps and kicks into the left biceps. He then forced the left arm, trapped it with his right hand and then delivered a series of knee drops into the pumped-up bicep, flattening it with each blow. He then pulled Barry up, locked his left arm behind his back, crotch lifted him and dropped him to the mat with the trapped arm behind his back. The repeated this three more time, then followed up with two shoulder breakers to the left shoulder. Now Barry’s left arm and his right leg was liabilities to him and he hadn’t even had an opportunity to put up much of a defence.

The crowd truly wasn’t sure how to react. Most had come to watch Tim get beaten again but instead was watching Barry take the beating. However, the fans also appreciated how Tim was wrestling as most of them liked their action down and dirty. So many of the fans would normally be screaming at Tim were now cheering him on. Such was the fickle nature of the fans at the Redneck arena. Of course, they hadn’t seen the depths of Tim’s revenge yet.

His next target was Barry’s washboard abs, developed from hours of intense work. As such they were able to effectively absorb the first time that Tim brought all 215 pounds down onto them via a double stomp, by the fourth such time they were beginning to weaken. This was followed by Barry being lifted and then dropped across Tim’s knee in a gut buster. Again, this as repeated twice. Tim then threw Barry out on the floor and slammed him against the fence. He then turned Barry back to the fence and delivered a series of punches into the wide open exposed gut – wide open and exposed because several of Tim’s friend’s were holding Barry’s arms out.

The Choirboy quickly reached the action and got between the two wrestlers and actually physically pushed Tim back while reading him the riot act. Tim began arguing with the ref to keep his attention. While this was happening, a couple of Tim’s buddies had opened up some knives and preceded to cut Barry’s wrestling trunks off, leaving him naked except for his boots. Once this was accomplished, he was released and fell to the arena floor. Seeing this, Tim went around the Choirboy, pulled Barry up by the hair. Once he had Barry standing, he released the hair, grabbed his by his balls and pulled him across the floor back to the ring. In spite of his hurting leg, Barry managed to keep up. After all, grab a man by the balls and he will follow you anywhere. Once back to the ring, Barry was tossed back into the ring.

By this point, the Choirboy knew he had been had as he quickly looked around, but could find no evidence of the trunks. He had begun a count to break the ball grab, but Tim had Barry back into the ring before the count was close.

Once in the ring however, the Choirboy quickly cornered Tim and began yelling at him “I don’t consider that fair play and just remember the cock and balls are off limits,”.

To which Tim replied, “bullshit. The contract read the standard way, no blows below the trunk line. And as you are well familiar with, no trunks, no trunk line, so no illegal blows.”

The Choirboy tried to look pissed off but couldn’t quite pull it off. He had used the same technique many times until opponents caught on and got more specific in their contract. He suspected the twins didn’t object because they had some plans of their own.

Tim pushed by the ref and approached Barry who had managed to get back to his knees. Tim simple walked around and delivered a kick to the hanging nuts, driving Barry back to the mat. He then picked his opponent up delivered a reverse pile driving, making sure to trap the nuts between his knee and Barry’s pubic bone, flattening them out. Fortunately for Barry they did bounce back.

While he wanted to inflict much more abuse, Tim knew it was time to finish this match. After all he had Brad to fight yet as well. Looking at the Choirboy, Tim smirked as he drug Barry to the centre of the ring and slapped on an abdominal stretch, making sure that Barry’s right leg was supporting their weight, his left arm was stretched out and his abs were being...well...stretched. He then reached between Barry’s legs, grabbed his nuts and pulled back. The Choirboy realized the irony of the situation as this was the very hold, he had used to get Tim to submit.

To his credit Barry held on for a while before finally submitting. Once the Choirboy signalled for the bell, Tim quickly dropped his opponent, instead of continuing his abuse, because he knew that he had only a very short time for the next part of his plan. Before the Choirboy could interfere, he grabbed Barry up from the mat exited the ring and approached his friends at ringside. Once the Choirboy realized something was up, he half-heartedly headed in that direction. After all he had a belief that if you won the match a little humiliation was in order and it wasn’t like the twins were his comrades or anything (although he did greatly admire their audacity and trickery). Once at the fence, a large gauge chain was quickly passed through, looped around Barry’s neck and a combination lock applied. The other end of the chain was locked to the fence giving Barry about a three foot “leash”. His hands were cuffed behind his back with lather cuffs, and locking cock ring was fastened on – tightly. He was then forced to drink a half bottle of water – laced with a Viagra-like substance, only stronger and more potent.

By the time the Choirboy had intervened, Barry was locked down, locked up and beginning to sport a very nice hardon. Tim leaned down “this was you can ‘enjoy’ me beating the crap out of your brother next.”

Tim then returned to the ring to weight. By the rules there was a 15-minute cool down period before Brad could enter the ring. The purpose was to give Tim some time to recover (from a beating most people assumed) and to let Barry get out of the arena. However, Barry wasn’t going anywhere and Tim was more than happy for the time to get ready.

Brad was livid and was screaming at the commissioner and officials to do something, but as Tim’s friends refused to reveal the combinations there wasn’t much they could do.

As Tim waited in the corner the Choirboy approached him. Tim said “you really surprised me. I expected some sort of interference.”

“I told you, I take my referring seriously – especially when done around people I could care less about. There are situation where I would interfere but this ain’t one of them.” He then turned and starting back to the ringside to wait. As he did, he saw Barry struggling down by the fence, cursing and screaming as well. He then turned back and looked at Tim and said in a voice only low enough to be heard by Tim, “not too shabby for a jobber. You might have some real potential,” winked and then returned to ringside to wait for match number two. A match that he was sure was going to be hell to ref. – actually he was quite mistaken – it was going to be a very easy match to ref.