The Bees vs C&M

The Bees vs C&M

By

The Mangler

“Are you fucking crazy?  What in the hell makes you think I want to get into the middle of that mess?  The twins are already pissed off at me and knowing the Choirboy and Tim the ref, err, The Missile Man, what a stupid ass name anyway, and their hatred of the twins they’re probably aiming for the ref as well.  Just make it a damned no holds barred match and get it over with,” Alex screamed at the commissioner for the Redneck Arena.



“Well, I’m not interested in doing it.  Get Jake or one of your regular refs to do it.”

“Jake isn’t a good fit for this match.  Tim is still pissed at him; he is pissed at the Choirboy, so I don’t think that will work out.  As for our other refs, I don’t think they are up to a match of this caliber.  You, however, with your experience and knowledge would be perfect for this.”  The commissioner actually meant it and he knew that flattery would help.   But not that it mattered, ref or not it was going to be a mess of a match – definitely a money maker.  So much so, in fact, that the league had rented a larger area and re-erected the cage around the ring.

“Look, I’m still not interested.”

“I would be willing to pay you twice your regular salary.  And the league would double the initial fee paid to the Cave for Cody and Ryan to set up our new internet platform.”  It always came down to money and the commissioner knew this.

Alex just stared at the commissioner.  He also knew that money talked.  He was just trying to figure out if he could survive this matchup.

“Make it triple my pay and triple the initial fee and I’ll ref your goddamned free for all – err wrestling match.”

“It’s a deal.  If you will read this and then sign, we’ll be on our way.”  The commissioner pushed the papers across the desk already filled out.

Alex hated that he was so predictable, but in reality, the commissioner had several sets ready with varying amounts filled out.  It is always about the money, and he usually go his way.

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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. (Interestingly enough, he kept the nipple piercing and even made some changes to it.  It came in useful in a match or two).  After that, fan involvement had become more common and in many matches the losers (and in some instances the winners) were taken by the crowd for their personal entertainment.  Thus, the fence had been installed along with a similar fence covering the walk to and from the dressing area. This completely separated the wrestlers from the fans. 

 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.  Their opponents had drawn out the inevitable loss, to give more fans an opportunity at the champion’s mouth.  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.  What frustrated fans the most was that no cameras or cellphones were allowed into the arena and security to check for those were tight. After all, the league wanted to sell tickets, not put the fights up for free on the internet.

The fans were a peculiar bunch of people. They came from all walks of lives and professions.  And the allegiances were, by and far, pretty fickle.  You could come in the match the favorite and leave hated and vice versa.  What the fans really wanted was wild and out of control action, not friendly competition.

As had been mentioned, the league had actually secured a larger, more mainstream, facility for the match tonight, but it was set up the same.  And it had been a sellout.  In fact, even the box seats had been sold at a large premium.  The fact there was a jumbotron to show the action was a great selling point at well.  If this went well, the league might just have to consider a permanent move.

Tonight’s match was a return battle between the twins and a former referee named Tim who had fallen afoul of the twins while refereeing a particularly brutal interfamily squabble.  Tim’s partner for tonight was the Choirboy, a particularly cunning and evil heel, and sometimes referee (who was amazingly pretty fair).  The twins had gone after him in one match and so Tim had a very willing partner.  At least for this match, the action in their previous fight was put aside. Tim had less experience, but had trained as a wrestler even as he refereed matches. 

Finding a ref for this match had been difficult but Alex had finally agreed to do so.  He had already refed one match of the twins (who were “friends” of his) and had fallen a little afoul of them as well.  However, they assured him they were over it as they had prevailed.  He wasn’t 100% convinced but as they had hung out together and there hadn’t been any problems, he felt that he was okay.  Not that he wasn’t taking any chances.

The preliminary bouts were over and as the last wrestler exited the cage, the fans were getting a little antsy for the bout to begin.

“And now for the main event.  A one fall tag team revenge match.  Entering the ring now is our special referee for this bout… Aaaaallllleeeeexxx”

As the announcement was made, Alex entered the covered walkway leading to the ring.  He stood 5 ft 10” tall and weighed 205 pounds. He had dark brown hair and a neat trim beard.  The muscles were packed on.

 He usually refed in his stripped shirt and his maple leaf themed trunks along with a pair of red wrestling boots.  Tonight, he had added a jock strap and a metal protective cup to the outfit, as well as some steel loaded knee pads and a pair of red high-top wrestling boots.  The boots were steel toed just to be on the safe side.   He resembled a cross between a wrestler and a referee. He jogged down to the ring, leaped onto the apron and then did a one-handed vault over the top ring ropes.  He bounced up and down as he went to the center of the ring and took a deep breath.  The teams were going to be announced on a random basis and he wasn’t sure who was going to introduced first. 

“And now entering the ring our first participants………the Wasp and the Yellow Jacket known collectively as The Bees (which was a new name the team had chosen as their names were Brad and Barry).  They liked the name which conveyed innocence – which they were not.  They came charging down the aisle.  They were identical twins, 5'8", 150 lbs. and competitive gymnasts.  In order to get this match signed, they had agreed to dye their hair different colors so that they could be identified.  Brad’s had been died a royal purple, while Barry had gone for a bright green.  Both had their hair cut almost military short, to prevent it being used against them.  Both were wearing white trunks and white wrestling boots resembling the epitome of the faces. Everyone knew that wasn’t true.  Each was wearing a leather jacket.  One had a wasp on the back, the other a yellow jacket, thus the Bees.

As they approached the ring, they each slid under the bottom rope on adjoining side of the ring and stood up.  They quickly approached Alex, who took a couple of steps backwards.

“Well look who they got to ref Brad.  Mr. wouldn’t know a wrestling rule if it bit him in his tiny little cock.”

“Probably the only ref they felt they could afford to lose,” Brad replied with menace in his voice.  The twins then bunched their fists, but Barry winked at Alex.

Knowing they were just putting on a show (he hoped), “Alex looked Barry dead in the eye and replied “Just follow the damned rules and I won’t have to know them.  Just know that the league doesn’t take kindly to abusing the refs and if you do the consequences could be grave.”  He did not think that was true but was hoping with all the prep and hype that went into this match the twins might think so.  He then checked them for hidden foreign bodies, paying particularly close attention to the wrestling shoes.

“And now their opponents coming into the ring…. the Choirboy and the Missile Man known as C&M.  The first to enter was Choirboy.  He stood 5"11", weighed in at about 180-185 pounds, had blond hair, blue eyes and had the angelic look of a Choirboy.  In fact, he looked no older than about 16.  He was also wearing white trunks and white boots.  Again, no one was buying the deception.

He was followed by his partner Tim (the Missile Man) was 6'1" and 215 lbs. of raw masculinity.  He usually sported a hairy chest but he had shaved for this match.  He had gotten the nickname from the Choirboy who was refereeing a previous bout.  He too was wearing white trunks and white boots. Many in the audience laughed appreciating the irony of all 4 wrestlers looking like innocents – when that was the farthest thing from the truth.  The crowd appeared about equally divided between the teams, but the Redneck Arena crowds where nothing if not fickle.  Their love was usually reserved for the fighter winning the match by the most devious methods.

They charged down the aisle, leaped onto the apron, and turned to wave the crowd.  No sooner had they turned than the Bees delivered drop kicks knocking them down onto the floor.  This only really irritated them. The turned to charge back into the ring, but Alex got between the two teams. He ordered the Bees back to their corner and amazing enough they went.

Choirboy and Tim then entered the ring.  Alex met them in their corner.  “Okay, I’m not asking for the impossible.  Let’s just keep this down to a low-level riot, obey most of the rules and leave the fucking ref alone.  You two should understand the last bit if anyone would.”  He then did the check for foreign objects. They were also clean.

“YOU don’t have to worry about us. But for those two it is a whole other story,” was the Missile’s reply.  The Choirboy just nodded.

Alex turned and went to the middle of the ring muttering to himself, “what the goddamn, fucking, hell was I thinking when I agreed to this.”

He signaled for the bell and the mayhem began.

Due to some lingering animosity form previous bouts Barry and Tim started first for their teams.  As they approach the middle of the ring, Tim inquired “Oh, decided to hide the little cock this time.  Must have been embarrassing parading around with that useless thing bouncing about.”

“Talk is cheap, asshole,” Barry replied as he threw his hands up in a challenge to a test of strength. 

Tim looked at the crowd with a look of derision, laughed and then took up the challenge.  As both wrestlers began to apply pressure and try to force the other wrestler down, Barry locked his fingers on tighter, took a step backward and then spun violently to his left, pulling Tim off balance and tossing him to the mat, while maintaining the hand hold till the very last minute.  As Tim hit the mat he quickly bounced back up.  However, the throw had taken him close to the Bees corner and Brad was able to reach into the ring, grab Tim by his hair and haul him backward ramming his head into the top turnbuckle.

As this was happening, Barry charged into the corner delivering a right shoulder deep into Tim’s abdomen eliciting a loud grunt.  A tag was made, Brad come into the ring and while the ref was giving the 5 count, the two twins delivered a double suplex to the mat.  Brad then delivered a series of stomps to the chest and abs of the downed wrestler.  He again quickly tagged Barry.

While Barry climbed to the top ropes, Brad continued the stomps until the ref was nearly at five and then dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring.  As he did this, Barry leaped from the top rope going for a splat maneuver.  At the last moment, however, Tim lifted his knees up to chest and Barry landed abs first across the knees.  The “oomph” from his mouth could be heard in the last rows as he bounced off and landed on the ring apron near C&M’s corner.

As Tim was getting to his feet, Choirboy reached under the ropes, grabbed Barry’s ankles and delivered the obligatory ball smash in to the ring post.  As a matter of fact, as he was preparing to do this, the fans were screaming “ball smash, ball smash, ball smash.”  The fans at the Redneck Arena were well versed in the action that occurred there.

As Barry’s balls smashed into the ring post, Alex was at the ropes berating Choirboy and forcing a break.  As he backed away from the ring, Choirboy failed to see Brad charging around the corner down the ring and launching himself into the Choirboy and driving him back into the fence surround the ring.  He hit solidly with his back and head while Brad’s head slammed deep into his abs, driving the breath from his body.

Barry screamed, reached for his balls and gagged.  By this time Tim had regained his senses and went over and delivered a series of stomps into the lower abdomen, just above the cock root, Leaving the action outside, Alex turned to force Tim back.  His concern was for the legal men in the ring.

Tim backed up for a couple of seconds, then reached down, drug Barry to his feet and then delivered a back suplex.  He then lifted Barry’s legs into the air, placed them near his shoulders, reached down to grab Barry around the upper chest lifted him upright into the air and then slammed him down back to the mat striking the back and head.  He went for a pin but only got a two count – not that he really expected the match to end at this point.

Outside the ring, Brad grabbed Choirboy by the head, locked it under this arm and delivered a DDT to the mats covering the concrete floor.  He deliberately aimed for an area where two mats met.  He followed this up with a piledriver to the same area.  Choirboy was all but out of it at this time.  Brad then turned his attention to the ring.  He quickly hopped up to the apron, climbed to the top rope and as Barry lifted his shoulder off the mat, he leapt delivering a leg drop across the head and neck of Tim, driving his forehead into the mat.

Alex was immediately on the scene berating Brad and ordering him out of the ring.  Before leaving, Brad rolled a stunned Tim off Barry and drug Barry back to his corner.  He then climbed outside the ring and reached over and tagged Barry, making him now the legal man.  He charged into the ring and dropped a leg across Tim’s throat.  He then rose, lifted Tim’s legs and delivered a leg drop into the balls. 

“As the good book says, a ballshot for a ballshot.”  Alex mildly berated him but was grinning as he did so.

Brad pulled Tim onto his feet, grabbed him by the arm and threw him across the ring into the ring ropes. As he rebounded off the ropes, Brad delivered a drop kick, striking him in the chest.  Tim dropped to the mat.  Brad followed him by a series of three elbows to the chest.

At this point Barry had managed to regain some since of function and pulled himself up onto the ring apron in his corner.  “Punish that lousy son of a batch” he screamed at his brother.

Brad responded by pulling Tim to his feet, putting him over his shoulder and then dropping him down into a right sided shoulder breaker.  He then locked him into a cross face chicken wing applying pressure to the shoulder joint.

Tim grunted in pain.  He was still groggy from the repeated drops to the mat and was not able to manage much of a response. Brad held the wing for several minutes until he felt Tim’s resistance to the hold begin to increase.  He released the hold, pulled Tim to his feet by his hair, locked the right arm behind his back and then charged him across the ring and driving him shoulder first into the middle turnbuckle of his and Barry’s corner.  Tim screamed and dropped to the mat.  He was pulled back up as Brad tagged his brother.

After the tag, before entering the ring, Barry reached over the top rope, grabbed Tim’s right wrist, raised the arm and slammed the arm pit down onto the top of the ring post.  He did this twice and the he dropped to the floor, holding onto the wrist doubling the pressure up into the shoulder joint.  Alex’s count had reached 4 at this point, so Barry slid into the ring as Brad slide out.

Barry delivered a series of punches into the shoulder while Brad held Tim in place.  Alex got between Tim and Barry and pushed Barry away from the corner.  Sensing his opportunity, Brad grabbed the wrist and dropped to the floor repeating the armpit slam into the top post. He let go and Tim stumbled back into the ring and fell to the mat.  Barry walked around the ref and delivered a series of stomps into the shoulder.

Out on the floor, the Choirboy had managed to get to his knees.  He looked up into the ring and saw what was happening, deciding that stealth was the best option he noted which side of the ring Brad was standing and then began to crawl on his hands and knees down his side of the ring and then down the side were Brad couldn’t see him.  He stayed close to the ring.  Amazingly enough, no one in the crowd tried to warn Brad.  Many just wanted to see where this match was going. 

Once he reached the corner, he eased around, still on hands and knees, until he was behind Brad who was watching his brother attack Tim’s shoulder.  Choirboy reached up wrapped his hands around the things of a surprised Brad and pulled his legs off the apron.  As Brad fell his neck slammed into the top rope and he bounced backwards.  Choirboy built on the momentum and delivered a suplex on the mats around the ring.  Brad let out a large oomph as the air was forced form his lungs and his head impacted the mats.  Choirboy wasted no Time in securing a sleeper and wrapping his legs around Brad’s waist.  He made sure that both men were close to the ring so that the combatants in the ring could not see anything.  He held the sleeper until he felt Brad go out, and then held it longer just to make sure he wasn’t faking.  Satisfied he released Brad.  He then drug Brad’s legs to the ring post and in imitation of the twin’s previous matches, he used Brad’s bootlaces to tie the boots and legs to the ring post.  He made sure that the ties were tight.  He then rose up and slide into the ring behind Alex’s back.

Tiring of the stomps to the shoulder, Barry prepared to administer another shoulder breaker to Tim.  However, as he got him into position, he saw Choirboy charge across the ring into the ring ropes and on the rebound he delivered a drop kick into his partner’s back, which drove Tim and Barry backward.  Losing his balance, Barry dropped to the mat with Tim landing on top of him. 

As Alex approached Choirboy to get him out of the ring, the Choirboy reached down, grabbed Tim’s ankle and pulled him across the ring to their corner.  Tim was still stunned from the previous action and from the drop kick.  Once in the corner, Choirboy exited the ring.  As Alex was yelling at him for his actions, he threw up both hands, middle fingers extended and shouted “fuck off fuck face.  Just let us settle this.”

He then reached down into the ring where Tim was able to lift his left arm and tag the Choirboy.  He leaped over the ropes and into the ring charging toward Barry.

However, Barry wasn’t quite as out of it as Choirboy expected and he received a boot to the chest from Barry. This stopped him and he stooped mildly stunned.  Barry charged, jumped headfirst over Choirboys back.  As his legs passed the neck, Barry clamped them shut, dropped down over Choirboy and rolled, snapping Choirboy up and over backward and slamming his head into the ring mat.

He followed that up by performing two DDT’s on Choirboy.  He then charged his opponent’s corner slamming a closed fist into Tim jaw knocking him off the ring apron onto the floor. He ignored the lecture from Alex and delivered a leg drop to the back of the head and neck of the Choirboy on his way to his corner.  He quickly discovered a knocked-out Brad laying on the floor.

He jumped to the ring floor, pulled Brad up into a sitting position and delivered a sharp slap between the shoulder blades.  The pain and surprise awakened Brad although he remained groggy.  Barry then began trying to untie Brad.  He heard a fan calling his name, turned and saw the fan slip a pair of scissors into the cage.  Before Alex could jump to the floor and retrieve the scissors, Barry grabbed them and used them to cut Brad’s laces, freeing him from the corner ring post.  He then passed the scissors back out of the cage in clear view of Alex.

Barry then charged back into the ring toward Choirboy.  As he got near, he leaned over to pull Choirboy up, but quickly found out that Choirboy had been playing possum, as a closed fist flew up and into his balls.  The air was quickly forced from his lungs and he dropped to his knees.  Choirboy stood and delivered a spinning kick to the back of Barry’s head dropping him to the mat.  The Choirboy then locked on a Boston crab.

Brad was on the floor in one corner trying to gather his wits and get back into the game but it was slow going.  In the opposing corner, Tim was also trying to regain his facilities as well.  Meanwhile, in the ring Alex was asking “do you want to submit??”

To which Barry replied, “Hell, no jerkwad”, although he was in pain.  Choirboy then dropped the legs to the mat, giving Barry a brief respite, before he turned around and applied a camel clutch.  He began bouncing up and down trying to increase the pain and gather a submission.  Barry began wildly flailing his arms around and was able to weaken the hold by gouging one of Choirboy’s eyes who dropped the hold and backed off.

As Barry regained his hand and knees, Choirboy delivered a football kick into the side and abdomen knocking him over onto his back.  This was followed by a couple of stomps to the abdomen.

By this point Brad had managed to regain the ring and slammed a forearm across the Choirboys back knocking him away from Barry.  He then received his own slam to the back from Tim, who had also managed to enter the ring, but behind Brad’s back.  Barry was then able to get to his feet and the two teams stood facing each other across the ring.

Alex stepped in between the two teams, “okay Barry and Choirboy are the legal men in the ring.  The other two out.”

Tim replied “too late for that dear ref, this is war.”

As Tim finished this statement, he delivered a clothes line across the upper chest of Alex, knocking him to the mat.  Brad quickly pulled Alex to his feet and threw him into the ring ropes.  As he rebounded off the ropes, he was hit with a double superkick from Choirboy and Brad, dropping him back to the canvas.

 Barry pulled Alex back to his feet and locked on a full nelson and turned him into Tim who proceeded to use Alex as a punching bag.  Barry then turned clockwise towards Brad who continued the punches.  He was then rotated towards Choirboy who delivered a few punches then went low slamming his fist into the balls.  He screamed in pain as his hand hit the metal cup which Alex had the foresight to install.

Barry then released the full nelson, but before Alex could fall, he doubled him over and locked his head under his forearm.  Choirboy then locked his arms around the neck and the two enemies delivered a double suplex to the hurting ref.  As soon as he hit the mat, the two wrestlers rolled away.  Brad dropped a leg drop on the upper chest and neck, while Tim dropped a leg drop across the lower abs.

Barry and the Choirboy then grabbed Alex by the hair, stood him up, charged across the ring and threw Alex over the top rope.  He was thrown with such force that no part of his body touched the rope before sailing over and landing nearly on the top of his head.  He lay there unmoving.

Surprisingly the two opposing teams had worked very well together during the attack on the ref.

The two teams in the ring stood facing each other.

“Okay, dipsticks.  Time to do this the way it should have been done,” snarled Brad.

“I’m so glad you’re ready to get your ass kicked,” responded Tim.

As the two teams stood facing each other, Barry reached over grabbed Brad by the arm and pulled him over so they switched places.  “This asshole is mine,” he said as he now stood facing Tim.

“Bad idea dumbass.  I get to kick your ass and expose you again,” was Tim’ reply.

And the two teams charged each other and the bedlam began. 

The wrestlers locked up in a collar and elbow.  It was Tim versus Barry and Choirboy versus Brad.  Although they had all already been in action, after the beatdown on the ref, they were all energized.  As they circled and pushed and pulled, the Bees locked eyes and once in position they both rolled their opponents toward one another. 

Choirboy and Tim slammed into each other momentarily loosening their hold.  The Bees each pulled back a little and delivered a boot between the legs and into the balls of their opponents.  As they did this, they released their holds, grabbed Tim and Choirboy around the head and neck and dropped backward delivering a DDT.

They quickly jumped back to their feet and began a series of stomps into the lower back. 

Barry reached down, pulled Tim up, clamped his head between his knees, jumped slightly into the air and then dropped to the canvas slamming Tim’s forehead into the ring floor.  He then pulled Tim upside down, raised his upper body and then slammed Tim down in a reverse suplex.  Tim was seeing stars.

Brad grabbed Choirboy by the legs, locked the feet under his armpits and squatted down over the back locking him into a Boston crab.  He freed up his right fist so that they could begin to deliver a series of blows to the upper thigh and where the thigh and the pelvis met.  Occasionally the blow would land in the groin or balls.  He had decided to attack his nemesis legs.  Choirboy’s hands beat the mat.

Tiring of this hold, Brad dropped it.  He then rolled his opponent over and applied a figure four leglock.  That definitely got Choirboys attention and he began screaming in pain at the pressure to his knee.

Barry pulled a sluggish Tim up from the ring and locked him in a reverse head lock in preparation for a suplex.  As he went to lift him up, Tim managed to spread his legs, grab Barry around the upper thighs and block the lift attempt.  Barry delivered a slam across the back times two causing Tim to drop the hold around the thighs.  He then lifts Tim up to complete the suplex.

However, once he had him part way up Tim was able to wriggle and move enough that Barry couldn’t complete the lift and he had to sit Tim back to the mat.  Tim capitalized on the move and quickly lifted up and dropping back, reversing the suplex and performing it on Barry.  While the move had stunned Barry, Tim was also affected and was slow to rise.

By the time Tim had risen to his feet, Barry had reached his knees with the assistance of the rope.  Tim was able to see that his partner was in serious trouble and he jumped in the air and delivered a leg drop across Brad’s upper chest and lower neck causing him to break the hold and release the Choirboy.

The distraction, however, had allowed Barry time to reach his feet, and assessing the situation he decided to work on Choirboy to keep him down.  He went over, grabbed the right ankle, lifted the leg and placing his foot into the back of the knee, he slammed the knee down to the mat. He repeated this maneuver three more times, then switched to the left leg.

Although stunned by the leg drop, Brad was in much better condition than Tim at this time, so he was able to hop up and deliver a spinning kick to Tim’s head just as he reached his knees, knocking him to the canvas on his back.  Brad straddled Tim’s abdomen, facing toward his feet, and dropped ass first onto his downed opponent.  Spittle and air exploded from Tim’s mouth. Brad pushed back up onto Tim’s lower chest and then began delivering a series of fist and elbows into the abs.  He was shooting this in rapid fire scoring direct hits and doing damage with each blow.

Barry went around to the head of the Choirboy and pulled him up until his was on his hands and knees.  He went to lock Choirboy’s head between his legs, but he had underestimated the tenacity and meanness of his opponent.  Waiting until the right moment, just before Barry could lock his thighs, the Choirboy jerked up head backward and upward slamming into Barry’s exposed package.

“Oomph” escaped Barry’s lips along with an explosion of pain.  He dropped his hands from the Choirboy’s head and took a step back, freeing up Choirboy’s head.  Seizing the opportunity, the Choirboy reared backward, and ignoring the pain emanation from his knees, shot forward toward a retreating Barry, slamming his head full force in the exposed package, again.  Barry staggered backward, hit the ropes across him mid thighs and folded forward.  As he did so his momentum, plus the added momentum from the headbutt, propelled him backward between the top and second rope.  He proceeding to drop to the arena floor full force with no chance to brace.  The impact drove the breath from him.

Brad, unaware of what was happening across the ring, continued to deliver ab punches. He stopped only when the Choirboy’s flying knee slammed into the side of his head and knocked him off of Tim.

Ignoring his partner by stepping over him, Choirboy stomped once on the side of the neck and attempted another stomp but Brad rolled out of the way.  As he did so, he swung his legs around connecting with the shin and knee of Choirboy, knocking his legs out from under him.  Both wrestlers were able to attain their knees and began a series of fists and elbows at each other with neither gaining an advantage.

Tim managed to pull himself to sitting position in the corner with the aid of the ropes. He looked out and noticed Barry still laying on the floor and moving very slowly and not very coherently.  Looking across the ring, he saw the two wrestlers wailing away at each other.  He managed to get to his feet, although still a little slow. He noted that Brad had his back toward him so he charged across the ring to deliver a knee to the back.  Instead the knee slammed in the Choirboy’s head, as Brad had heard the footsteps and had fallen to the right at the last moment.

As the knee slammed into his forehead, Choirboy fell backward with Tim falling on top of him further driving the air from his lungs.

Brad arose to his feet, although slowly.  He waited until Tim had rolled off of Choirboy and onto his back before he leaped to the second rope, bounded off and delivered a moonsault on the abs and chest of Tim.

Brad then rose, grabbed a leg and pulled Tim back to the center of the ring.  He then wrapped him up in an abdominal stretch, putting as much pressure as he could.  He positioned himself so that he could watch the Choirboy so that he couldn’t sneak up on him.  He used his free hand to slam two fists into the balls and then locked on a claw hold onto the abdomen, digging in with all his might. 

Tim screamed with pain.  He attempted to flex but was simply too worn out to do so. He began whimpering.  Fearing that his man was about to give (not that there was a ref available to accept it), he maneuvered his left hand over Tim’s mouth muffling the sounds.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and realized that his brother was trying to climb back up into the ring, but was having trouble doing so.  He had been unaware of the events causing this to occur.  As he was distracted with concern, he eased up on the claw, although not knowingly, and also the stretch.  Sensing the opportunity, Tim made a final contraction and was able to toss Brad over his body and to the mat.  Tim also fell to the mat.

Barry was finally able to climb up to the ring apron.  He saw that while Brad was down on the mat, he was in the process of rising, while Tim lay still on the mat.  He bent over an began to come into the ring between the first and second rope.  His head and upper body were through when suddenly he felt a large weight on his back and his upper body and head was slammed down into the ring.  Choirboy had gotten up and ran down the ropes delivering a double axe handle to the upper back. 

Brad was the first to gain his feet.  He delivered a couple of stomps to Tim’s back and then drug him to his feet.

As Barry had slide into the ring, his head had bounced of the ring.  Choirboy delivered an elbow drop to the back of the head and then pulled Barry to his feet. 

Choirboy and Brad had the same idea.  Each grabbed their opponent and threw them across the ring to bounce off the opposing ropes.  They each then prepared and executed a drop kick.  Unfortunately, they both hit empty air.

For as Barry and Tim bounced off the ropes, a pair of arms wrapped around their legs.  Alex had regained his feet at the ring ropes, saw the two wrestlers coming his way.  He wrapped his right arm around Barry’s legs and his left around Tim’s.  So instead of bouncing off the ropes, they both pitched face down onto the mat, both getting a bloody nose in the process.  They both hit the mats hard, but Barry hit a little harder as Alex, being right-handed, had managed to pull back on Barry’s feet causing him to hit the mat with a little more force.

As Brad and Choirboy hit empty air, they dropped to the mat, both landing hard on their sides.  However, they did manage to inflict a little pain as both of their legs impacted the heads of their respective opponents, driving them further into the mat.

As they lay on the mat looking at each other, Brad nodded toward Alex and Choirboy whispered “yes”. Each wrestler slowly rolled out of the ring and began to slowly walk toward Alex, one coming from each side.

“Should have stayed out of this dirtbag”, Choirboy announced.  “ain’t got no bat, bane, riddle or moneymaker to save your ass.”

“Doesn’t matter if he did, they couldn’t stop the assbeating, ballstomping, ab destroying beatdown he is about to get,” replied Brad.

As the pair taunted Alex and slowly started advancing, they both failed to notice that Tim had managed to regain his knees and some of his senses.  He saw Barry shaking his head and trying to clear the cobwebs.  He grabbed him, pulled him into the center of the ring and locked Barry’s legs around his own.  He then grabbed Barry’s arms pulled up, fell back and lifted him into a surfboard.  He then added his own variation and he pulled Barry’s upper body down to his and locked on a cobra clutch.  Barry was now in the newly created surfboard cobra.  And the pressure began to build rapidly.

Alex was keeping a wary eye on the two wrestlers as they approached and plotting his moves, but was also aware of what was happening in the ring.  Seeing his avenue of escape, he rushed the ring and threw himself under the bottom rope.  As he did so he shouted as loudly as he could “do you give up, do you give up.”  Once in the ring he was quickly to his knees and beside the two wrestlers.  He no longer cared who were the legal ones.

As he slipped into the ring, Brad and Choirboy turned and realized what was happening.  As Brad began to charge into the ring to save his brother, Choirboy intercepted him and drove him to the mats outside the ring.  He wrapped arms and legs around anything he could. He wasn’t interested in inflicting any damage at this point, he just wanted to stop Brad from interfering.

“Do you wish to give?”

Barry whined no.  However, after a couple of minutes he couldn’t stand it anymore and said “yes”.

Alex replied “if you want it to be over, you gotta make yourself heard.”  He wanted to make damned sure no one could say it wasn’t a legitimate submission.

“YES, I GIVE” he shouted.

Waiting for a couple of seconds, Alex then signaled for the bell which was rung.  “Okay Tim, break the hold.”

“Make me” was Tim’s reply.

Alex stood up and walked toward the feet of the two wrestlers.  He gently tapped his foot into Tim’s ball sack and asked “really dude, you are in the inferior position here.  A good stomp to these balls wouldn’t be uncalled for.”

Realizing the vulnerable position he was in, Tim released the hold and rolled to the side dropping Barry to the mat.

As Tim was releasing the hold, Alex rolled out of the ring on the other side.

Hearing the submission, Choirboy released his hold on Brad and both wrestlers entered the ring: Brad to check on his brother who was moaning on the mat, and Choirboy to help his partner to his feet and give him a big hug.  “Not bad, man.  Maybe I should have attacked you sooner. A pissed off you makes one hell of a good fighter.”

Tim just laughed and said “just remember that if you ever decide to cross me.”

Choirboy didn’t say anything to that but both men then turned to the other side of the ring where Alex was standing outside on the floor.

“While it would be fun to teach the little fuck a lesson, let’s save that for later,” Choirboy whispered to his partner.

Tim just nodded.  He was having very mixed feelings. He knew that Alex was only doing his job, but he had gotten in the way of his wrestling, and inflicting pain. And he found that he liked doing both.

In the center of the ring, Brad helped Barry to a sitting position.

“Fuck, that makes twice I’ve lost to that asshole,” Barry mumbled

“Don’t worry.  We’ll get even,” and then Brad looked toward Alex, “and we need to teach our “friend” a fucking lesson as well.  Don’t cross the Bees.”

“In due time my brother, in due time” was Barry’s reply.

Alex jumped up to the ring apron in the corner. He signaled for Tim and the Choirboy to come over.  “Let’s get the official notification over with.”

Tim separated the top and middle ropes.  “Come on in and raise the victor’s arms and make this all legal for the fans.”

“Not a chance in hell, dumbass.  How stupid do you think I am?” was Alex’s only reply.  “If you want the official win, I have to raise your hands, and after the crap you just pulled it will be done my way or no way.  Your choice, take the win or don’t, I couldn’t care less.”

Tim and the Choirboy just chuckled at each other and walked over to the corner.  Alex had them stand close to the corner and each other.  They stood facing out of the ring toward the crowd who were mostly cheering.  Alex reached over the ropes and raised their hands, one on either side of the ring post.   As the announcer said “and your winners are.”  Alex stepped back off the ring apron and jumped down to the floor, not letting go of either wrestler’s hands.

Their biceps were slammed against the top turnbuckle, on the metal portion as the padding had been ripped off during the match, sending waves of pain and shock shooting through their arms.  Once landing on the floor, Alex held on for a few seconds before letting go.  The Choirboy was quicker, as he yelled “fuck”, to step back.  Tim was a little slower and allowed Alex time to reach into the ring, grab his ankles and yank them under the ropes.  As Tim fell backwards, he slammed into the Choirboy knocking him sideways and through the ropes where he hit the ring apron and then rolled off landing on the same bicep.

Alex quickly pulled the ankles outwards slamming Tim’s balls into the ring post.  As Tim screamed and grabbed at his balls, Alex turned and walked off stomping Choirboy on the biceps with each word “don.t. attack. The. Ref.  You two should know that better than anyway.”

As he walked away, he heard the twins laughing and applauding.  His only response was to raise both hands and shoot the middle finger at them.  As he exited the ring, he told the guys guarding the gate to give him a few minutes before letting the wrestlers out.  Although looking at their condition that wasn’t going to be necessary.

In the locker room:

Alex had finished dressing and was getting ready to walk out when the door opened and the twins, supporting each other came walking slowly in followed closely behind by Tim and the Choirboy.  Only one dressing room was available due to renovations, so the heels and the faces (as hard as that was to define at the Arena) had to share the same area.  Per management threats, the teams had agreed to this as a neutral zone. Management didn’t want any action occurring where the fans couldn’t enjoy it.

As the Choirboy looked up, he said “oh good you’re still here, you little shit,” and began heading towards Alex. 

Tim stopped him and said “that asshole is mine,” and stalked over to Alex.  Although stalked was too firm a word as Tim was still walking a little funny.

Alex just stood there and did not move.  On reaching him, Tim reached out, wrapped his right arm around the throat and pushed him back into the lockers.  “What the hell was that all about?” he screamed.

Alex responded, “look asshole, you attacked me in the ring for doing my job. And then all the others joined in.  I was just getting some payback.  You, of all of them, should understand that given your history.”

Tim just stared at Alex trying to process the information and decided how to respond.

Seizing his opportunity, Alex reached up with both hands, rubbed them over the muscular pecs and then began stroking and massaging the nipple.  “Besides, hot stuff, there are so many other things we could be doing.”

Tim had a sharp intake as the nipple play began and couldn’t deny that the feeling was pleasurable.  He eased up on the choke hold and said, “I’m not gay.  I don’t do that shit.”  Realizing the reaction from some of the others in the room he replied “not that there is anything wrong with it.”

Alex replied “you don’t really have to do anything for what I have in mind.  Just relax and enjoy it.”  With that he moved his face forward and began licking and teasing at the nipple.  Tim dropped the choke, stuttered back just a step, spread his legs to keep his balance and moaned.

Suddenly his moan turned into a forceful exhale of air followed by a squeaking sound.  This was caused by the pain exploding from his balls.  For while he had been distracted, Alex had slammed his right knee up into the balls.  The pain was intensified because he was still wearing the loaded kneepad under his sweats.

As Tim, leaned forward and stooped down a little, Alex quickly transferred behind the stud, kicked him in the knees dropping him to the floor and then locked on a sleeper.  He locked his legs around Tim to maintain better control.

Seeing what was happening to his partner, Choirboy made a move to assist him but was quickly tackled by the twins before he could move much.  They simply grabbed limbs and held on, letting Alex do his thing.  They would have liked to do more but were still somewhat incapacitated from the ring action and fearful of what management might do.

Once Tim succumbed to the sleeper, Alex pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his bag, went over to the twins and helped them secure one of Choirboy’s ankles to his opposing wrist.  He wasn’t going to be any help but that didn’t stop him from cursing and crying out.  Barry quickly pulled his own trunks and jockstrap off, made a gag out of it and tied it in the Choirboy’s mouth.

Once the handcuffs were applied, Alex turned back to the sleeping Tim and removed his trunks, jockstrap and his boots and placed them in his bag.  He then picked up the bigger wrestler, threw him over his shoulder and grabbed his bag.

He looked at the twins and said “follow me if you want a little excitement. Oh, and bring him.”

The procession then headed out the back door. There were a few fans standing around waiting for autographs or to harass the wrestlers and were surprised and curious about the entourage coming out the door.  There was the biggest wrestler in the group, naked, out cold and slung over the ref’s shoulder.  He was followed by the twins, one which was naked, both which were hobbling and they were leading a bent over, shuffling, cuffed, and gagged Choirboy. 

Just outside the door was a large round metal utility pole.  Coming off the sides were pieces of metal that formed triangles as they were attached to the utility pole at the top and bottom of the metal braces leaving an open area.  With Barry’s assistance Tim was held against the pole.  A leather strap was placed around his forehead and the pole securing Tim up against the pole. His arms were placed through the triangle formed by the braces and then brought back toward the front where a pair of handcuffs were used to attach each wrist to this cock and balls as the cuffs were tightened to form a double cock ring.  Alex made sure they were extra tight.  Another pair of cuffs were used to cuff each ankle, with the chain going behind the pole.  Alex pulled out a bottle of superglue and infused this into each key hole.  He then rubbed and manipulated Tim/s cock into a large hardon. 

The twins doubled over in laughter.  He thought about infusing the superglue into the cuffs on the Choirboy but decided he was still able to create some trouble. 

As an added insult, Tim’s boots were tied to his balls and then dropped down causing pain as they hung suspended from the nuts.  The pain was enough to jolt Tim awake who muttered “not again” when he realized the position, he was in.

Alex looked at him and said “Don’t fuck with the ref douchebag”.

He then picked up his bag, which still contained Tim’s trunks. As he turned to walk down the alley toward the parking lot, he turned to security who were standing there laughing “Leave him there for at least 30 minutes, but don’t let anyone abuse him or his partner over there” as Choirboy was sitting on the ground. 

While he was upset that he was in this position, all the Choirboy was really thinking was “Thank god that isn’t me and not too bad for a fucking non wrestling goody two shoes.”

As Alex turned to walk down the alley to his car he turned to the twins, shot them both a double bird and replied “Don’t think I have forgotten about you two fucking dickhead, jerk wads.  Your time is coming.”

“Anytime,” they replied.

Alex then laughed as he went to his car. The twins started to advance toward Tim to get a little payback in, but security stepped toward them.  They decided to stop for now.

The few fans who had been standing around all had their cellphones out and were videoing.  There were going to be some interesting videos on YouTube under the various Redneck Arena fan channels.

The commissioner just stood looking out the window with a huge smile on his face.  While the animosity between the four wrestlers still simmered, new animosity had been added with Alex.  It would be interesting—not to mention lucrative – to see how it all come out.   And as he turned away from the window an idea popped into his head.  “oh, how evil and delicious that would be.  Now if I can just figure out how to pull it off.”