Bodybuilder's Destruction

Bodybuilder's Destruction

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."

At that moment, another official climbed into the ring and separated the two men. However, the words became louder, hotter and more challenging. It finally ended with Todd challenging Brett to a wrestling match to settle the matter once and for all. Todd readily accepted with "Fine by me. And I'm going to wipe the mat with that big hunky body of yours."

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."

"Thanks Jeff, and let's hope you are right."

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.