Beach Bash

“Beach Bash”

By Mangler

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.

They returned to town for the tournament, and as expected, Matt was the winner. Since ten fighters were in the HW division, he had won a cool $50,000. Unfortunately, his ego and his friends had put that money at risk. That’s because the winner of the Lightweight division (Chad – 5'10" tall, 169 pounds, thin, lanky) had started riding Matt almost as soon as the matches were over about being a pretty boy pussy. This had not set well with Matt, and a war was brewing. A challenge had been issued and accepted, Matt versus Chad, with the winner getting ALL the money (which came out to $80,000 as there had only been six wrestlers in the lightweight division). Initially, Matt had not wanted to risk the money (although he felt there was no risk), but his friends had talked him into it since it would be “a cinch to beat that skinny little nothing.” After negotiating the rules, it was decided to be an NHB fight to pin or submission.

The tournament had been held in an open-air ring set up along the beachfront. The final confrontation was to be held there as well. Being local, Chad had many more friends present, most of them with digital cameras or camcorders. Unknown to Matt, the bout was being streamed by one of the wrestling sites. The battle between Matt and Chad (known to his friends as Blade – not for his knife work but his skating skills) was set to begin. Matt had the advantage in size and strength, but Chad had an advantage unknown to Matt – deviousness, the depth of which Matt had no idea. It had begun the night before when Matt was approached at one of the bars by three gorgeous “babes” who clearly thought Matt was hot. He, of course, had to agree. The result had been Matt and the babes returning to one of their apartments for any all-night love and drinking fest. As such, Matt did not get much sleep. However, that is what Blade had intended, and his friends were more than happy to assist (after all, Matt WAS hot– and not bad in bed either). The other things the girls had done was to go through Matt’s wallet and get copies of his address, his parent's address, his e-mail address, and an e-mail address that was that of his new employer once he graduated in several weeks.

The ref called the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and announced the rules and the fact that he was only there to count the pin or hear the submission. He sent both wrestlers back to the corners and rang the bell. As soon as Blade approached the center of the ring, he threw his hands up to challenge Matt to a test of strength. The two grapplers locked one set of hands high in the air. As Matt raised his second hand, Blade struck with a front kick directly into Matt’s balls, slamming them up against his pubic bone. He followed up by quickly grabbing Matt’s hand and securing it in the test of strength. Thus, as Matt doubled over and fell to his knees, Blade had both of Matt’s hands out of the way. Blade quickly followed up with a series of three kicks, one to the balls and two to the low gut – definitely below the trunk line.

Blade then released Matt’s hands, grabbed Matt’s head, and locked it between his thighs. Although most people considered his thighs “skinny,” he had great power due to his constant workout on the inline skates and the skateboard. Once Matt’s head was secured, he bent over, grabbed Matt around the waist, and, in a show of his strength, lifted Matt up and dropped back into a pile driver, slamming Matt’s head into the mat. Already tired from lack of sleep, this added insult definitely rattled Matt’s brain. The match had just begun, and already Blade had taken a decided advantage.

Blade pulled his opponent from the mat without giving Matt any chance to recover and slung him into the opposite ropes. As Matt rebounded from the ropes and into the ring, Blade waited patiently – not in the middle of the ring, but on the opposite side. As Matt staggered across the ring, Blade bent over and executed a perfect back body drop – over the ropes and out of the ring. Unfortunately for Matt, as he went by the ring apron, the top of his head struck the edge – further rattling him. He slammed down on the sand in a world of hurt. Blade quickly exited the ring, dropping from the ring apron down into Matt’s wide-open gut, forcing the air from his already depleted lungs.

Blade then stood up, dragged Matt to his feet, and slammed him back first into the ring edge. He reached down, grabbed a handful of sand, pulled open the front of Matt’s trunks, and dropped the sand in. He then began to rub the front of Matt’s trunks. It looked for the entire world like Blade was giving his lover a loving caress. However, to Matt, it felt like his cock and balls were being rubbed by coarse sandpaper. Furthermore, the sand was working its way into his ass crack as well. Now, every step he took was going to be a further agony. And agony is just what Blade had in mind for the arrogant college jock boy. Knowing that Matt was uncut, Blade pulled out the front of his trunks and reached in. He wanted to make sure that some of the sand worked its way under the foreskin to reach the supersensitive cock head.

Again, demonstrating his strength despite his small size, Blade picked Matt up in a crotch pick up in preparation for a body slam. However, instead of delivering the slam at the ringside, he carried the college jock down the beach and into the wave area. While sand is soft away from the wave action, it is usually packed down and relatively hard at the wavefront. Also, the numerous seashells embedded into the sand would provide further agony. Selecting the area with many protruding sea shells, Blade delivered his backdrop with glee. Matt felt as if his entire back was exploding in pain. Again, refusing to give his opponent any opportunity to recover, Blade reached down, grabbed Matt by both his boots, lifted his legs, spread them, and stomped straight down into the inviting package.

The scream that tore from Matt’s lips was music to Blade’s ears. After the stomp, he drug Matt a couple of feet on his back, letting the shells do their thing, before picking Matt up and delivering a second back drop. He then picked the stud up and delivered a powerbomb. Matt is now in a world of hurt and humiliation. When he had delivered the powerbomb, Blade had made sure of two things – one, that Matt’s head was facing out toward the ocean, and two, that they were down into the wake zone.

Blade then dropped his ass down on Matt’s chest, facing his feet. At just the right time, he drove his fist into Matt’s abdomen repeatedly. Matt tried to gasp for air, but just at that moment, the waves rolled in, and all he got was a mouthful of seawater – just as Blade had planned. He had no intention of giving Matt any opportunity to recover. Since Matt could not get a good breath, he could not effectively tense his abs, and Blade quickly destroyed the washboard abs. For his last punch, he joined his two fists together and brought them down in a powerful arc right into Matt’s crotch. It seemed only fair to Blade that since Matt’s balls had gotten him into this mess, they should also share in the pain.

Blade climbed off Matt and watched as the college man tried to get his orientation back. Matt slowly managed to get to all fours, only to have Blade drive the front of his foot into Matt’s already tortured abs, pushing him back to the ground. Laughing, Blade grabbed Matt by the hair, pulled him to his feet, locked his head under his right arm, and drove Matt’s head back into the rugged beach in a DDT. He then rolled Matt to his back. Grinning at the helpless college boy, he quickly removed Matt’s wrestling trunks, leaving him naked. Just for the hell of it, he slapped Matt in the balls twice – hard. While Matt lay on the ground in a near fetal position, Blade worked at removing the tie string from Matt’s trunks. Once he had accomplished this, he rolled Matt on his stomach and pulled his hands behind his back. He used the trunk tie string to tie Matt’s thumbs together – not very tight but enough to make sure that Matt didn’t have use of his arms.

Blade then turned Matt back to his back, sat on his stomach, and began delivering a series of karate thrusts, punches, and elbows to the massive pecs. At this point, Matt was so out of it he did not even have the sense to submit. Not that it would have done him much good, as some of Blade’s skater friends had “detained” the ref back at the ring while others in the crowd prevented any of Matt’s friends from interfering – if they had tried. Most of them were so pissed off that they were going to lose their money that they weren’t trying to help anyway.

Once he had his opponent’s pecs softened up, Blade pulled Matt to his feet – quite an accomplishment since Matt was almost all dead weight – locked on a double pec claw and lifted Matt off the ground. Matt was now hanging by his pecs, and the pain was incredible. He finally regained enough sense to start submitting – to no good, as the ref wasn’t there to accept it.

Laughing, Blade dropped the college jock back to the ground, dropped down, and began pounding away at his right bicep until it had been reduced to mush. He then decided that the time had come to end the charade of a wrestling match. He did this by grabbing a handful of sand and shells, reaching down into Matt’s crotch, and began stroking and jacking. Despite the agony of the sand (or maybe because of it), Matt quickly became hard. As he screamed in pain, and tears ran down his face (he thought his cockhead was being sandpapered off), Blade continued to jerk until Matt exploded. At this point, the ref was allowed access to the action to hear Matt’s submission. He raised Blade’s hand and announced, “The winner of the tournament, local wrestler Chad.” He then handed Blade the envelope with the money and left.

Blade noticed no one had approached Matt to help him, so he decided a little post-match action might be in order. He went over, dragged Matt to his feet, and walked him back into one of the pilings. He then grabbed Matt in a bear hug, going low into the waist, and picked him up. With the help of one of his friends, Matt’s hands were placed around the piling, and then Blade set the man down. He could not get his hands above the piling without help. Taking a black magic marker, he wrote across the man’s chest – “Pledge Loser.” And then, just for the hell of it, across the forehead, “FAG”. Several pictures were taken, and then Blade and his friends turned to leave the beach.

“Shit, too bad this was on a public beach,” Blade commented.

“Yeah, why’s that?” his friend asked.

“Because otherwise, I could really have given that muscle head a lesson.”

His friend just laughed an evil laugh. “Well, you’ll just have to be happy knowing that we had a web audience of several thousand, and those pics we took will be posted all over the web and sent to his friends and employers – at least those we got e-mail addresses for.”

Blade just laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. That’s okay; in a few days, we go up to the fighting bar, and I’ll give someone a true lesson. I’ll be damned, take a look at that.” Blade then pointed down the beach. Being royally pissed, Matt’s friends were leaving as well – leaving the college stud to find his help. Help, which didn’t come until an hour or so later when the local cops showed up – and arrested him for public nudity.