Drawing courtesy of Marcus at marcuswrest.com
The guys
of Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) had initially come to town for spring break – and
had a blast. While there, they learned there was a beach wrestling tournament
in the city every year in May after most of the crowd had left. In order to
compete, each wrestler had to cough up 5000 dollars, but the winner got ALL the
money while everyone else got nothing. There were three divisions – 200 -
230#’s, 170- 199#’s and 140-169#’s. After some discussion, the five guys returned
to town and had their star wrestler, Matt, enter the tournament. It would be a
quick way to pick up some serious cash IF Matt could win – and of that, they
had no doubt. Matt stood just a little over 6' tall, weighed in at 210
rock-solid pounds, had a massive upper body that tailored down into a slim
waist – and was drop-dead gorgeous as well. Matt had an ego to go with his body,
but so far had lived up to it. Matt didn’t have money yet, so each guy agreed
to put up 1000 dollars.
By The Mangler
Todd
pulled Curt from the mat, lifted him above his head and delivered a power slam
to the mat. Rolling Curt up into a small package, Todd watched and listened as
the referee counted "one, two, three." As the crowd cheered their
approval, Brett, the referee, lifted Todd's arm to signify him as the winner of
the match.
"Yeah,
I won, but no thanks to you shithead," Todd said in a low voice to Brett.
"What
the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"What
do you mean, 'What does that mean'? It means that was the worst job of
officiating I have ever seen in a match."
Releasing
Todd's arm, Brett turned to face him. "Fuck you, asshole. The match was
refereed fair and square. Just because he had you going for a while there is no
reason to take it out on me."
"Fair,
my ass. You allowed him to get away with several illegal moves and holds, by
being out of position. But if I even looked like I was about to do something
illegal you called it."
"Fuck
Todd, you're a damned sore loser. I called anything I saw and was in the
position I was supposed to be in. Just because you got your pride hurt because
you let an inferior opponent almost beat you..."
Todd
reached out and grabbed Brett's shirt in both hands. "Listen asshole, no
one almost beat me except you. You let that little shit get away with murder
and only because of my superior ability did I win."
"Superior
ability, my ass. Hell, my little sister could probably beat you at
wrestling."
Since
the federation would never sanction such a match, it was scheduled to be held
at The Redneck Arena. Of course, that wasn't the official name of the place but
no one remembered what that was. The Redneck Arena was used by an 'underground'
wrestling circuit where the action could be, and often was, rougher and more
brutal than what was normally allowed. The ring sat in the middle of the floor.
About six feet from the ring on all sides stood a chain link fence, along with
a roof made of chain link as well. This has been added about two years ago
after a particularly long and brutal match in which Samson had defeated a bad
guy named Skull. Unfortunately for Samson, Skull was liked by the fans in
attendance that night. On his way back to the dressing room, he had been jumped
by several of the locals. Since security was being provided by the local
motorcycle club, of which Skull was a member, they had "more pressing
matters to attend to." While the rest of the matches were being held,
Samson had been passed among the crowd where he was ganged banged and used as a
sex slave. After the other matches were over and the arena had cleared out,
Samson had been found shackled to a pillar in the middle of the crowd section
of the arena. His right tit had been pierced but otherwise no serious damage
had been done, except to his pride and ego. After that fan involvement had
become more common and in many matches the losers (and in some instances the
winners) were taken by the crowed for their personal entertainment. Thus, the
fence had been installed along with a similar fence covering the walk to and
from the dressing area.
While
this had cut down on fan "participation" it did not totally eliminate
it. In one of the more nefarious, and famous episodes, one member of the
championship tag team had been cuffed to the fence and forced to give blow jobs
to members of the audience while his partner was given a brutal beating. Of
course, they had lost the belts. Other suggestions for improving security had
been proposed but rejected by both wrestlers and fans alike. As a matter of
fact, the attendance had never been better.
Todd,
who had never wrestled at the Arena but had heard about it, looked in the
mirror and liked the image he saw staring back. His short hair and unshaven
face gave him a rather intimidating look. At least he thought so. He had deliberately
'created' this look for the fans tonight. His body shown from a sheen of sweat
covering his 5'8" 195-pound frame, all of it muscle. He had chosen to wear
a pair of purple trunks with a yellow strip running in a diagonal from the left
hip to the upper right thigh. This drew attention to the large cock laying on
that side. The trunks were also small so that they hugged his magnificent
buttocks and large balls. Since he didn't expect a lot of competition from his
opponent, and to please the crowd he had decided against wearing a jock or a
protective cup.
Todd
turned as the door opened to see the referee walking in. "Hi Todd, my name
is Jeff. I am going to be your referee for tonight's match and just wanted to
stop by before the match."
"Hello,
Jeff," Todd replied as he turned back to the mirror ignoring the
outstretched hand. "I hope you are a better referee than the punk I intend
to beat tonight is."
Jeff
turned and started out the door saying "I call them as I see them."
Meanwhile,
Brett was psyching himself up for the match. He had been in several matches at
the Arena and knew what to expect. He glanced in the mirror and smiled. At
5'6" and 175 pounds he knew he was giving away height and weight as well
as experience but had no doubts that he could take Todd. He had chosen to wear
a pair of black trunks with the crotch cup built into them. As a result, his
bulge was not so noticeable.
The door
behind him opened and the referee walked in. "Hi Brett. My name is Jeff
and I am your referee for tonight. I just wanted to stop by and say
hello."
"Hello
Jeff, nice to meet you," Brett replied as he extended his hand. "I
don't envy you tonight, because I expect my match is going to be a wild
one."
"After
meeting your opponent, I can understand why. He told me he hoped that I was a
better referee than you were. I had heard the events leading up to tonight's
match, but after listening to him, I can understand how you feel."
"No
shit. He's always bitching about the refereeing although he almost always wins,
and the fans like him, so I don't know what his problem is."
"Who
knows Brett. Maybe he is a perfectionist like John McEnroe or something.
Expects the referee to be in all places at the same time. Like I told him 'I
call them like I see them'." Jeff looked over Brett's shoulder into the
mirror and said "And as we both know, sometimes I'm going to be out of
position. Just an unavoidable fact of life."
Brett
grinned as he replied, "I see, er, I mean I know what you are
saying."
"Well,
I'd better get out there so we can get started. Good luck to you although I
don't think you're going to need it."
Jeff
stood in the middle of the ring waiting for the wrestlers to appear. The arena
was packed to the rafters tonight for the two main events, a lumber jack
rematch between Samson and Skull, and a rematch for the tag team championship.
Jeff knew that all the matches tonight were going to be wild and woolly,
fortunately he was only refereeing the first two. Brett was the first wrestler
to appear in the arena. He was greeted with cheers, especially from his friends
and those who had seen him wrestle before. He moved quickly down the ramp and
into the ring. As Brett walked by one section of the fence, he noticed Curt,
the wrestler whom Todd defeated the night of the challenge, standing next to
the fence.
"I
hope you beat the living shit out of that asshole tonight. I wish it were me
getting a chance again," he called out as Brett walked by. Brett just
smiled at him and kept walking.
Todd
appeared shortly thereafter. He was greeted with a mixture of cheers and jeers.
As he walked to the ring he stopped occasionally to flex and show off his body
to the assembled crowd. Jeff called them to the middle of the ring and
explained the rules.
"Okay
guys. You know the rules. Let's just keep it fair and clean and may the best
man win."
"Oh,
it'll be clean okay, especially after I wipe the mat up with Brett here, and
since there is only one 'MAN' wrestling tonight of course I am going to
win," was Todd's reply.
Brett
turned and walked back to his corner to wait for the bell. As he did, Todd
delivered a drop kick to the back, propelling Todd into the corner. Seeing
this, the ringside announcer rang the bell indicating that the match had
officially begin.
"Hey,
Todd. Wait for the bell..." the referee began to berate the wrestler when
the bell rang.
Todd
stopped to pose for the audience and point at a dazed Brett in the corner,
before charging in and delivering a knee to the back. Todd delivered several
blows to the dazed Brett before Jeff had counted to 4. He then lifted Brett up
and performed a back breaker across his right knee, letting Brett fall to the
mat. Pulling him to his feet, Todd repeated the move but left Brett bent over
his knee this time. As he forced down on the chin, he reached down and squeezed
the crotch of Brett, but the protective cup performed well.
"Damn.
You little sissy. Have to use protection down there unlike the rest of
us."
"Not
a sissy, just smart," Brett gasped as he delivered a short right into
Todd's balls, causing him to scream and release the hold.
Todd
recovered first and grabbed Brett by the hair to bring him to his feet.
"Hey,
watch the hair pulling," Jeff admonished as he pulled Todd's hands away
from the hair.
"Don't
interfere in my matches," Todd shouted at Jeff.
"Stay
within the rules and I won't have too."
While
Todd was distracted, Brett delivered a headbutt into Todd's lower belly hitting
the cock but missing the balls in the process. Todd doubled over in pain as the
wind was forced from his body and as he got his breath back complained
"Hey, ref, watch out for the low blows."
"From
my position, it looked perfectly legal," was Jeff's reply as he smiled at
Brett.
Seizing
the opportunity, Brett grabbed a handful of hair and forced Todd into a side
headlock. Jeff started counting for the hair pull, so Brett released the hold
for a megasecond and then reapplied it before Todd could move. After squeezing
for several minutes, Brett bulldogged Todd to the mat. Brett realized that Todd
was a bigger and better all-around wrestler and knew he had to take the
initiative quickly to subdue him. He followed the bulldog with several
kneedrops and kicks to the back and then applied a camel clutch. The pain in
Todd back was clearly evident on his face but he managed to bridge to a hands
and knees position. Seizing the opportunity, Brett released the chin, jumped
into the air and came down with his full weight, butt first into the lower back
slamming Todd's cock and balls into the mat and knocking the wind from him.
As he
stood up, Brett looked out at the crowd and saw Curt cheering and heard him
yell, "Let me have a little piece of him." The fans standing around Curt
seemed to like the idea, so Brett decided to oblige them.
Brett
picked Todd up from the mat by the hair and threw him between the top and
second ropes onto the floor below. As Todd hit the floor, he landed on his
right shoulder. Jeff turned to Brett and said "Keep the action in the
ring" who responded that it was "just an accident" as he left
the ring to go after Todd. He picked Todd up and ran his head into the nearest
corner post, opening a small cut on his forehead. He then punched his fist into
the cut and delivered a bodyslam to the concrete with the right arm trapped
behind Todd's back.
The
referees count had reached eight as Brett jumped back into the ring to stop the
count and then immediately went back out. He picked Todd up and ran his head
into the chain link fence in front of Curt. As Todd bounced off the fence,
Brett pushed him back into it and forced both his arms out full length.
"How bout a little help keeping him on his feet," Brett called out to
the fans. At each end a fan grabbed the wrists through the fence holding Todd
in place. "Well Curt, now is your time for a little piece of him."
Curt
applied a claw hold to each of Todd's pectorals through the fence and replied
"Thanks, Brett. I owe you one." Todd let out a loud cry as the pain
began, especially on the right side, and also screamed "Where the hell is
the ref. Come on Jeff, do your damned job." Brett, meanwhile, placed a
series of forearms to the kidneys.
Jeff had
left the ring and gotten between Brett and Todd and tried to force Brett back
to the ring. While Brett kept the referee occupied, another fan had joined in
the attack on Todd. "You seem to have a rather large bulge in your trunks
there. Let's see if we can help flatten that out for you buddy." Grabbing
Todd by the trunks to keep him from pulling his hips back, he began delivering
a series of karate thrusts into the large cock and balls. The fans around were
cheering their approval and laughing at the anguished screams coming from Todd.
The pain was emanating from the powerful claw holds on his pecks, from the cut
in his forehead and from his cock and balls which were beginning to swell from
the abuse.
Another
fan yelled "I think that cut of yours could use a little medication on it.
And I just happen to have the appropriate stuff here." So, saying, he
opened the little packet of salt that came with his hotdog order and threw it
into Todd's face with some of it entering the cut on his forehead vastly
increasing the pain from there.
As Jeff
was finally forcing Brett back into the ring, the final torment was added. The
fan who had been attacking the cock and balls, pulled the top of the trunks
away from Todd's waist fully exposing the cock and balls. "To help ease
the pain from the pounding, I thought I'd apply a little medicine too." He
then took a bottle of liquid heat and poured a good portion down the trunks
onto Todd's exposed privates. At first there was a coolness but then the liquid
penetrated and Todd let out a shriek of unbelievable pain. Screaming "Ohh
god...shit..aahhh...." he managed to pull himself free from all the hands.
In doing so, he greatly increased the pain in his chest, as Curt's fingernails
were raked across his pecs leaving angry red welts. His hands flew to his
crotch as he fell to the floor in pain.
Brett
left the ring and went over to Todd. He picked him up and held him a horizontal
position stomach to stomach and ran his lower back into the ring post twice.
Brett then body slammed him to the concrete again with his right arm trapped
behind his back. He jumped back into the ring long enough to break the count
and then went back out. He lifted Todd to a standing position, pulled his right
arm behind the back and slammed the shoulder into the ring post. Todd wasn't
sure which was worse, the pain in his balls and cock or the pain in his shoulder. Either way he was gasping for breath. Seizing
his opportunity, Brett dropped down and applied a two-handed claw to his
opponent. One hand was in the gut where the action before had been, the other
lower in the area just above the crotch. Once he was satisfied with the
placement, he dug the fingers in deeply.
Jeff was
at Todd's head and was asking if he submitted. Finally realizing that he
couldn't take any more, Todd nodded. Jeff simply repeated the question and Todd
realized that he needed to verbally acknowledge his submission. However, for
several minutes he was unable to catch his breath. Finally, he was able to
mutter "Yes, I submit."
As he
heard the words, Todd began easing up on the hold until he heard Jeff ask the
question again and Todd again mumbled yes. However, Jeff did not signal the
submission and Brett bore in deeper with the claw. The torture continued for
several more minutes, before Brett released the hold and stood up. Jeff made no
effort to signal the end of the match and Brett responded with a double knee
drop to the exposed gut.
Todd
doubled up like an accordion and lay in the fetal position. Brett forced Todd
to his stomach, took the right wrist in his hand, forced the arm up the back
and bracing his feet on Todd's shoulders, fell backward on the mat. Todd
screamed as the arm was forced further up his back and he felt as if the arm
had been ripped from his body.
"No
more, no more, I give, please god, no more," Todd cried in a low voice.
Brett
looked at Jeff, who simply smiled at Brett and said nothing. Smiling, Brett
lifted Todd up and walked him to the corner where he sat Todd on the top ropes.
Climbing onto the second rope, Brett placed Todd's arm behind his back, picked
him up and did a powerslam from the second rope onto the injured arm. The pain
was finally too much and Todd passed out. Jeff then counted the man out and
declared Todd the winner.
"Well,
looks like the better man won tonight," Jeff said as he lifted Todd's arm.
"As
the boy there said, since there was only one man here tonight then of course he
did," Brett laughed. "Besides, anytime you have good refereeing the
better man is going to win," he continued with a slight grin.
Brett
then helped to revive Todd and assisted him out of the ring. As the wrestlers
for the other match were coming into the ring at the same time, Brett told Jeff
he would see Todd back to the dressing room. Jeff said thanks since the next
match was a tag team and already the wrestlers were at each other and he
quickly turned to the ring. Brett tossed Todd over his shoulder and walked out
the covered ramp.
As he
reached the end, he noticed that the security guard had allowed Curt into the
dressing area and the two of them went into Brett's dressing room taking Todd
along with them. "Damned, wrestling always gives me such a hardon,"
Brett said as he removed his gear. "Especially when I'm wrestling such an
asshole."
"I
know what you mean there buddy," Curt replied as he to stripped. "I
got hard just watching it. But now we can do something about it." Brett
and Curt took advantage of Todd's mouth and ass as they watched the other
matches on the monitors. Todd was too beaten to resist and simply accepted this
further humiliation. After the second match, Jeff joined them.
"Well,
I bet that is the last time this asshole challenges a referee," smiled
Jeff.
"You
got that right buddy, you got that right," replied Brett.
Then the
three of them used Todd while watching the other matches. The only time they
eased up was when they become engrossed in the main events, where they saw the
new tag team champions squash the old champions using a variety of dirty tricks
and hidden objects, and Samson get his revenge from Skull for the events of a
year ago. The crowd wasn't really pleased about Skull's defeat but had no
choice except to watch this time. They knew there was always another chance for
Skull to get even later.
As the
security man was checking the building over before locking up, he came upon
Skull brutally fucking Todd in the dressing area. Looking up at the guard Skull
replied "Hiya Ace. Look what I found waiting back here in my dressing
room, all tied up, lubbed and ready for me to work off some energy and
frustration on. I wish it was that damned Samson, but I'll get him later. You
go ahead and leave. I'll see that the place gets locked up and that pretty boy
here gets home. That is after I've had my fun."
"Yeah,
okay. But just be sure you're out of here before tomorrow night's
matches." As Ace started to leave, he turned again "And take it easy
on the boy. It's been a rough night for him."
"Hell,
if you want to wrestle at the Arena, it is always going to be a rough night,
Ace."
"Yeah,
but rougher for some than others. See you later."
With
that the door closed and Skull continued his attack, on a protesting Todd.
"Oh, shut the fuck up before I really give you something to complain
about. I'm sure the rest of the gang would like someone to fuck too."
Todd
elected to shut up and consider retiring from wrestling.
