Ex Champ's Lesson

Ex-Champ's Lesson

By

The Mangler

Thom stands in his corner, looking at his opponent.  Rip stood 1 inch shorter at 5'7" but weighed about the same, 150#.  Their matches were never dull since they disliked each other, or more accurately, each other's style.  Thom stayed within the rules as much as possible, while Rip did whatever it took to win a match.  His philosophy was "anything before the count of five and anything the ref doesn't see is legal," and he lived by that philosophy.  Tonight's match was a private affair between them, with no audience, no referee, and thus no holds barred.

"Now, Tommy, are you sure you want to go through with this?  I mean, I enjoy kicking your ass, but I don't see why you would want to have it kicked yet again."

"I don't asshole.  That's why I intend to kick your ass and let you know you've been in a real fight."

"Oooh, big words from such a little man - er mouse.  Let's get started, boy," says Rip as he tugs at his bulging crotch.

The two wrestlers moved toward the center of the ring.  Suddenly, Thom executed a round kick, catching Rip in the head and knocking him to the mat.  Thom immediately followed up with an elbow to the lower back.  "Rip, darling.  Never forget that I have a degree in karate, and tonight, I can use it 'legally.'"

"Fuck you, asshole!" uttered Rip as Thom delivered a series of knee drops to his lower back.  He picks Rip up, locks him in a rib-cracking stomach-to-stomach bear hug, and charges across the ring, slamming Rip's back into the middle turnbuckle.  With the screams still echoing around the gym, Thom charges across the ring and repeats the maneuver in the opposite corner.  Thom shifts his grip, drives one arm between Rip's legs, grinds his biceps into Rip's balls, lifts him over his head, and drops him in a backbreaker across his knee.

"Come on, boy, get off the mat and fight like the man you supposedly are," Thom taunts as Rip lies on the mat in pain.  He then delivers a series of stomps and knee drops into the lower back.  Finally, he locks a Boston crab on his opponent.  "Come on, big boy.  Let's see you get out of this one."

"Okay, you asshole," grunts Rip, who is in a good deal of pain.  Summoning his strength, he lifts his upper torso off the mat and tries to use his leg strength to flip Thom off.  However, Thom had anticipated this move and faced one of the ring corners.  Therefore, he simply rests his forehead against the top turnbuckle and applies force backward and prevents Rip from flipping him.

"Aaaah, shit.  Damn you."

"Now this is what I call fun, you dumbshit," replies Thom.

Neither Thom nor Rip see the gym door open and close as another figure enters.  This new guy stands 6'3" and weighs in at 245 lbs.  He is wearing a pair of old faded levis but no shirt.  His facial features are incredibly handsome, but his black hair is too short.  A modest growth of hair covers his body, but there also appears to be stubble everywhere.  The figure charges the ring, enters from the opposite side, and delivers a brutal forearm to the back of Thom's head.  Thom is driven head-first into the turnbuckle and falls to the mat dazed.  "You should always make sure the gym door is locked behind you, asshole," the figure sneers at Thom.

Thom is lifted up and dropped to the mat in a power slam.  "Uhhn" is his only response.  The intruder stands up, looks down at the stunned and dazed Thom, and laughs.  Slowly, Thom regains his senses and looks up at his attacker.  "David, you fucking weasel."

"It's not a good idea to insult the guy who is about to beat the shit out of you and take you apart," replies David.  "I might just make it a lot worse on you unless..aaaaahhhh...shit....god."

The last because while Dallaswas taunting Thom, Rip recovered, walked up behind David, and delivered a powerful forearm smash between his legs to his defenseless balls.  As the pain explodes in David's crotch, he drops to his knees and cups his nuts.  Rip follows up by charging across the ring and delivering a knee to the back of David's head, forcing him face down on the mat, where his forehead smashes into the ring, nearly knocking him unconscious.

"Okay, Thom, why the hell would the former tag team champion attack you like that," asks Rip.

Still in pain but somewhat recovered, Thom replies, "Because he blames me for his losing the title.  And because he attacked me after the match, and I beat the shit out of him for it.  But why did you stop him from beating the shit out of me?"

"Call it my sense of fair play.  If he wants to beat the shit out of you, fine.  But do it one-on-one and not by some stupid back jumping, especially since he is so much bigger than you, to begin with.  If he wants to fight, I suggest we fight him."

"What do you mean, 'we'?"

"Well, he interfered in my match and is a total fucking son of a bitch anyway, so let's have a little fun."

"Hell, why not?  The big stupid bastard didn't learn his lesson the last time, so why not."

As Thom speaks the last words, he walks over to the fallen David, seizes his right arm, and puts an arm lock on it.  He begins forcing the arm as far as possible up the back.  The pain in his arm begins to bring Dallasto a little more conscious state, and he starts moaning.  Rip walks over and delivers a stomp to the right upper arm and shoulder region.  "Aaaah, shit.  Hey, come on, one at a time."

"Bullshit on that bub.  You jumped into the ring with two guys and probably thought I would sit back and let you beat the shit out of him, but you're going to learn another lesson."  With that, Rip, standing at David's head, reaches down and takes the right wrist from Thom.  Thom sits back between the legs of Dallasand looks at Rip, who has a sadistic grin on his face.  "Just to apply a little more pressure here."

With that, Rip suddenly drops back, keeping his legs straight and braced against David's shoulder, applying tremendous pressure to the shoulder joint.  "Aaaah, fuck, shit" screams Dallasas his arm feels as though it has been pulled from his body.  The pain in his arm causes Dallasto lift his lower body from the mat.  Thom, seizing the opportunity, delivers a short but powerful right jab into the offered bulge, nailing the nuts.  Another scream from David's mouth as the pain is now coming from two regions.

Rip releases the arm, but Dallasis unable to bring it back down due to the paralyzing pain.  "I say, Thom.  Dallasis being so helpful to hold his arm out of the way for us; I think we should reward him."

"You know you are probably right.  Do you have anything in particular in mind?"

"Of course.  Since the body is symmetrical and has two arms, I think the other one should be up there too, so let's repeat on his left arm."

With a slight laugh, Thom forces the left arm up the back.  "No, NO.  Hey guys, please no, don't...aaahhhh...shit.... nooooo," Dallasscreams as Rip stomps on the shoulder.  Thom then transfers the wrist to Rip, who repeats his earlier maneuver and sits back.  Once again, as Dallasscreams and lifts his body from the mat, Thom is ready with another solid fist to the nuts.

Dallasis lying on the mat in unbelievable pain, both arms high on his back, and he is unable to move them.  To add further to the pain, Thom and Rip each take one of the arms and begin forcing them as high up the back as they can while they are lying on David's back.  Thom's right knee and Rip's left knee are between David's legs, and occasionally, one or the other will snap his knee into the nuts.  Finally, after releasing the holds, Thom reaches down and removes David's belt from his Levis.  Dallashad been on his way out of the gym when he noticed the action in the ring and decided to attack.  Thom used the belt to secure David's arm behind his back "to ensure he doesn't give us too much trouble if he gets the feeling back."

"Good idea, but just to make sure...” Rip replies as he pulls Dallasto his feet and propels him into the turnbuckle using the elbow so that his left shoulder feels the impact.  Ignoring the screams and protests coming from his helpless opponent, Rip repeats the move, except the right shoulder takes the impact.

"Okay, Rip, now what?  The man is there, ready for us to do as we wish.  Any suggestions?

"Yeah, I got one.  Let's gut the bastard.  That is a lesson he won't forget for a very long time."

"Okay, I like that idea.  But first, I have one special hold I want to apply."

With the decision made, the two work on their helpless victim.  First, he is dragged to the center of the ring and stripped "so that he can get the full effect of this hold.  Rip, lock a figure four on him.  There now, just raise that boot and place it on his nuts.  This is how he allowed his partner to be tortured while he distracted the referee," replies Thom to Rip's questioning look.  With that, he bounces off the ropes and does a belly flop onto the pile of legs, increasing the pressure on the knee and driving the boot into the balls, just like Ralph had done when George had Bob in the same position.  Dallaslets out a loud scream as Rip's foot slams into his balls.  The force of the impact makes him jackknife before Thom punches him in the chest and knocks him back down.  "Enough. I didn't do any permanent damage like what happened to your partner, but that'll come later.  Now you know what he felt like, asshole," Thom sneered at David.

Thom sits on the upper thighs and grabs the vulnerable balls in his left hand.  Rip bounces off the ropes and delivers an elbow into the taut, exposed gut.  As the blow lands, Dallasgrunts as the wind is forced from his body and again tries to sit up.  Thom delivers a right forearm across the chest, forcing him back to the mat, and squeezes his nuts at the same time.  As Dallaslands back on the mat, the shoulders absorb the fall, increasing the pain in his already hurting shoulders.  Dallasis now hurting in so many places that it feels as though his entire body is one big, massive pain.

Rip and Thom repeat the maneuver four more times, and then both stand up.  Dallascurls as much as possible into a fetal position, but Thom delivers a series of kicks to the gut.  Rip pulls Dallasto a standing position and backs him into the ropes.  Thom kneels beside Dallasand nods that he is ready.  Using David's bicep, Rip slings him back first into the opposite ropes.  As Dallascareens off the ropes and into the center of the ring, he is met by a charging Thom, who rams into the gut with his head.  Dallasis forced over the back of the charging man and loudly grunts as all the air is forced from his lungs.  He is unable to scream as he tries desperately to catch his breath.

Showing absolutely no mercy or remorse, the move is repeated, except this time Rip charges head-first into the helpless wrestler.  Dallasdrops to the mat and desperately tries to catch his breath.

Rip and Thom stand and laugh at their hurting, helpless opponent.  "Well, Rip, it is time for the coup de grace."

"Shit man, look at him.  What in the hell else do you have in that devious mind of yours.”?

"Oh, a little something you'll love, but I'm afraid shithead there may not like."

Thom drags Dallasto the middle of the ring and stretches him out.  He kneels on one side of the fallen wrestler and directs Rip to do the same on the opposing side.  Thom then places a gut claw with on hand high up in the gut and the other lower down.  "Now, Rip, if you would place your left hand between mine and your right hand below both of mine, we'll see if we can claw our way through this worthless bastard."

"Damned Thom, you do have a devious mind.  What a waste that you keep it hidden behind all that scientific wrestling crap.  You should give up this clean wrestling shit and join me," Rip laughs as he does as directed.  Once all hands are in place, the force is applied.

"Aaahhh, fuck....no more... please.... no more....oh god...stop."

"We'll stop when I am good and damned ready, you asshole.  You let your partner get the shit beat out of him and put him out of action, you attacked a referee, and then you blindside someone in the middle of a match and expect not to get punished for it.  Fat chance, bub, fat chance," is Thom's reply.

The pain in his gut slowly begins radiating out until his entire abdomen and chest are on fire.  Dallashopes and prays that he will pass out, but no such luck is forthcoming.  His begging and pleading fall on deaf ears.  For their part, Thom and Rip are having a good time.  Occasionally, Rip releases his lower hand to slap or punch David's nuts, but they return to the claw.  After the fifth or sixth punch, Thom lowers his head across the fallen stud and kisses Rip, catching him off guard.

"What the hell?"

"Well, watching this ass suffer is turning me on.  So how bout you and I teaming up.  I'm sure we can wipe the mat with everyone else around."

With a kiss in return, Rip replies, "Sounds good to me, but none of this by the rule shit."

"Agreed.  The only thing that counts is that we win the match.   Hey David, you want us to stop?"

Weakly, Dallasreplies, "Yes, god, Yes."

"Okay, we'll make you a little deal.  Since Rip and I will need to practice as a team to get good, you agree to sign a management contract with us, and we'll stop.  Of course, as part of this agreement, you'll also agree to act as a 'wrestling' dummy for us and do anything we tell you.  How does that sound?  If not, we can think of a couple more things to do here."

"Yes, anything, just please stop."

As Thom and Rip release the hold, Rip delivers a powerful punch to the nuts while Thom delivers an equally powerful punch to the gut.  Dallasscreams, folds into a fetal position, and finally passes out.

Thom and Rip engage in a long kiss and then examine their new merchandise.  The bruise marks from where their fingers were engaged in the claws are already appearing on the gut.  "Well, Rip, I think we'll have to shave the pussy again to remind him of his place."

"Agreed, and maybe a tattoo or two as well.  But plenty of time for that later.  What say we take this sack of shit back to the dressing room, and then you and I have a little wrestling of our own, hum," as he says the last, his hands begin caressing Thom's expanding crotch.

"Sounds good to me, stud, sounds good to me."