Fraternity
Wars
Hair vs Hair
By
The Mangler
Rinnnnng, Rinnnng
Alex picks up his cellphone and looks at the number. Cocksure University is displayed.
"What the hell is Cocksure University and why are they calling me??". He almost lets the call go to voicemail. However, he had had a particularly bad day and is looking to get some aggression out. Telling off a telemarketer or fundraiser is just what the Doctor ordered.
"Hello."
"May I speak with a Mr. Alex Miller please?" came a deep sonorous voice over the phone.
"Speaking. And I'm not interests in buying anything or donating any money," Alex thunders into the phone.
"Aahh, no that's not why I'm calling..."
"Then why the hell are you bothering me?"
"Commissioner Ford over at Redneck Arena said that you might be interested in making some money and we have need for a wrestling ref."
"Yeah, well, who the hell are you, what the fuck is Cocksure University and what the hell is the commissioner's angle. He doesn't do anything that doesn't benefit him in some way, shape or form."
"Oh, sorry. I am Dean Martin Ambrose, the dean of students here at Western University. The Cocksure University, which I am assuming pops up on your display, is the result of a hack and a prank. We just haven’t been able to fix it yet. As for the comish, well, let's just say that he wants to stay on my good side and let it go at that," the voice replies with a small laugh at the end.
Getting a little intrigued, Alex asks, "Okay but I don't do collegiate wrestling, so I don't think I can help you out."
"Oh, we aren't looking for collegiate, we are looking for a pro ref. Recently we had set up a match between two frats to settle some differences. It helped solve some problem and the administration liked the results and also thought we could make some money off things as well. So, the university has started a twice monthly wrestling show. Most of our matches are between indie wrestlers, several of who go to our university. But we also have a series calls "fraternity wars" where the frats and or/frat members can try and settle differences."
"So why do you need an outside ref? I assume you have been using local people and employees up to now."
"Well we have. But there has been some concern among some of the frats that the refs aren't entirely fair or unbiased. A fact that is mostly untrue."
"Mostly?" Alex interrupts.
"Yeah, we did have one incidence, but we managed to smooth that over -- at least I think we have. Anyway, we have an upcoming frat war match and were looking for a neutral ref and since I know the comish, I asks him for some suggestions and your name came up."
"It did huh? Well, I'm not sure that I trust that weasel not to have some other motive."
"He may very well, but I can assure you that we don't. We will pay you 1 1/2 times the going rate."
"Why extra? What's the catch? Your refs get beat up or something?’ Alex replies, concerned about what he could be getting into.
"No, no nothing like that. It's just this is last minute as we need you tomorrow night. And I can assure you that the ref getting beat up is the last thing you have to worry about. We have very strict rules and penalties if those things happen. Also, you can rest assured that there is no outside interference from the crowds or non-combatants. This is not the Redneck Arena after all."
Alex thinks, “Interesting. He knows what the Redneck Arena is.” After asking several more general questions and getting what he felt were adequate answers, Alex agrees to stop by the next day to further discuss it. The Dean had wanted a firm commitment, but didn't get it. He agrees to meet with Alex the next day and iron out the details.
After hanging up, the dean turns toward his guest. "I think he is going to agree to do it. At least this once. After the outcome of the match, though, he probably won’t agree to do anymore."
Commissioner Ford just laughs and says "Probably not. But at least you will have solved one of your personal problems. After tomorrow night, you won’t have to worry about your daughter dating Thor anymore."
"I would hope not. But this can't be traced back to me or I'm out of a job."
“Don't worry so much. Being a devious underhanded bastard who gets what he wants is second nature to me,” The comish replies. “As for your job, don’t worry. Remember, I am on the University Board,” he states as he walks out of the office.
"I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass." Little does the dean know that is going to be the least of his problems.
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“Just how stupid does the commissioner think I am,” mumbles Alex as he gets ready for his meeting with the Dean the next morning. Initially he dresses “business casual” but then he changes his mind. He is going in to be interviewed for a job as a referee so he decides to go casual. He is wearing a tank top with the Canadian flag as a logo, a pair of black baggy gym shorts and sandals. He packs his ref attire into his gym bag.
When he arrives at the Dean’s office, and announces that he has an appointment, the secretary gives him an incredulous look. She almost calls security to have him escorted out. However, when she checks the schedule and saw his name there, she realizes he is a legit guest.
A few minutes later Alex is escorted into the dean’s office. He is met by a 50-year-old male wearing a custom-made tailored suit. Alex could tell that the dean is in shape and muscular even through the suit. He stands about 6 feet tall and around 225 pounds. His face is rugged and handsome and he has short cut salt and pepper hair. He looks like he could wrestle, which in fact he had done. He was “retired” but still wrestled recreationally (and privately). His grip when they shake hands is tight, but not too tight. The dean is comfortable with who he is and doesn’t need to show off.
“Glad you could come in,” the dean states. He looks over at Alex and saw he stands 5 ft 10” tall and weighs 205 pounds. He has dark brown hair and a neat trim beard. The muscles were packed on and bulging in all the right places.
“Okay, tell me about this frat war match and what I am looking at and more importantly what I should be looking out for.”
“Right to the point. Well tonight’s match is between Thor and Apollo….” The dean begins.
“Seriously…Thor and Apollo,” Alex laughs.
“Yeah that is their ring names. Legally they are Winston Thurgood Samuleson, III, and Beauregard Simon Connors, IV.”
Alex laughs out loud. “Oh my god, sounds like a stuffy law firm. And no, if they tried to wrestle under those names, they would both be laughed out of the ring. Actually, they would both probably get beat up in the parking lot or the locker room.”
“So true. But don’t let their names fool you. They are both very athletic and very serious. They both have trained and recently started wrestling in some indie leagues. And that is the problem. They both are going for the same gimmick. As you will see tonight, both are classically handsome, well-muscled and both have long hair, Thor’s dark, Apollo’s light. So, they are both going for the sexy romance novel cover look. Of course, this has led to some fallout and animosity. They have decided that only one should have that look.”
“And they decided a wrestling match is the way to go. Okay, I get that, but why here at the university and not in the league where they wrestle.”
“Well, they are from rival frats, who do not like each other, and both felt they could draw some attention to our new league by doing this and getting one up on the other frat. And of course, the winning frat gets some bragging rights.”
“Okay, so the winner gets the romance cover look. What happens to the loser?”
“Well, not quite that simple. The match is a hair match. The loser gets his head shaved and has to wrestle as a bald man for the next year. Both guys are quite vain and neither wishes to do that. Also, the fraternity members of the losing wrestler also have to get their heads shaved, but they can grow their hair back as soon as possible.”
Alex laughs again. “Okay, so now I know what I’m getting into if I do this. Two hyped up pissed off wrestlers, backed up by two angry fraternities full of college age testosterone infused males who are probably drunk. Yeah, my health wouldn’t be worth much under those conditions. So, I pass.” Alex got to his feet and begins to leave.
“Wait. We realize what could come to pass so there are some protections in place. First and foremost is that ANY interference from the fraternity brother’s during or after the match would result in dismissal from the university for the person involved and the dissolution of the fraternity. Nobody wants that. Now I know what you are thinking but this strictly enforced by the administration. We don’t want things getting out of hand. Plus, when we say interference, we mean anything. And you don’t even have to see it. If an administrator sees it then the terms are enforced.”
“Okay, that covers the match. What about me as the ref?”
“You are strictly off limits before, during and after the match. Again, this isn’t the Redneck Arena after all, “the dean responds and then smiles.
“And what about from the wrestlers themselves?” Alex asks.
The dean’s smile falters just a little (a fact not unnoticed by Alex), but he quickly recovers. “There are penalties in the contract for that as well. But they only cover intentional actions against the ref. We both know that inadvertent things happen from time to time.”
“Inadvertent my ass,” thought Alex. But out loud he says “Okay, I’ll go with that, but I retain the right to file assault charges for deliberate actions. At my discretion of course. Also, I get the final say on if any actions were intentional or not.”
The dean’s mouth slightly opens and he just stares at Alex for a moment. “Uhhh, well, I don’t think so about the intentional acts. The university has to maintain control but it won’t come to that. I assure you.”
“Okay, the university has final say. But I get input into that decision. And if I disagree with the decision, I reserve the right to still go to the police.”
“But that means you still have the last word,” Dean Ambrose whines.
“Yeah, but as you said, it won’t come to that. Either agree or find yourself another ref.”
“Agreed,” Dean Ambrose reluctantly replies.
“Okay, but it’ll cost you $1000.00 and I want to review the contract between the wrestlers’s now”
“That’s a little steep…” the dean begins, but when he sees Alex start to stand, continues “but I can manage that. But as for the contract, why”, the dean asks nervously.
“I need to know what rules and stipulations the guys have agreed to and make sure the appropriate penalties are in place. If I don’t like the contract, then I’m outta here.”
The dean just stares at Alex for a minute. As Alex starts to rise, the dean said “Okay. I’ll have Michelle get you the contract and a desk to work at.” He then stands, shakes hands with Alex and leads him back to the office where Michelle has the contract ready and waiting. She then takes Alex to a small alcove where he could review everything.
“Okay, I have to be extra careful here. Michelle had the contract on her desk and Dean Ambrose is just a little too smug. Also, the commissioner is involved. Let’s see what mischief I can avoid—or inflict.” Alex began reading the contract.
After reviewing the contract, Alex makes a couple of small changes in wording and adds the clause that he gets to determine when the match is over. The dean agrees to the changes and assures Alex that the wrestlers would agree. The match, with Alex as the ref, is finally finalized and set for that night.
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The match is going to be held in an old warehouse which is owned by the father of one of the members of TKE. He frequently rents the warehouse out. The wrestling ring is provided by one of the local indie federations. Initially, it was determined that only members of the college frats could attend. However, after the first match, the decision had been made to sell tickets as well. The warehouse is rented full time by the university now. Old portable bleachers had been set up as seating. The lower benches were reserved for the frats that had wrestlers in matches. Tickets were available to all other students on campus and local townies as well. Rules had been established after the first match, and administrators were present to make sure they were followed and to enforce them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event. Tonight’s match is a hair match with the loser having his gorgeous locks shorn from his beautiful head. Who the hell writes this crap? Oh, Sorry. He must then remain bald for the next year.” The fans began cheering and agitating. “In addition, the fraternity brothers of the shorn wrestler must also shave their heads, but only until it grows back.” The two frats began verbally harassing each other.
“And to ensure the integrity of the match, an outside referee has been brought in. And here is Allleeex.”
Alex enters into the warehouse to the taunts, boos and cheers of the crowd. He simply ignores them as he makes his way to the ring. He is dressed in a tight-fitting ref’s stripped shirt which amply displays his muscular physique. He is wearing a pair of square cut wrestling trunks with the Canadian maple leaf on the front. He has red knee pads and red boots on. When
Dean Ambrose had asked him about his attire, Alex had simple stated, “I have to be prepared for anything.”
"And now, our first contestant standing 6' feet tall and weighing in at 200 pounds, from Beta Tau Phi wrestling as Thor, is Winston Thurgood Marshall, the third."
There is general laugher as the wrestler’s real full name is used. Thor then enters the arena. He looks up at the announcer with disdain in his expression, shaking his head no. As he does so, his dark hair waves feely. He is wearing royal purple square cut trunks with matching boots and knee pads. He also had a matching robe, open, showing off his muscular body. His chest is covers with dark hair. The hair on his head is about shoulder length, brown and free flowing. It glistens under the lights.
He charges down the aisle, leaps to the ring apron and then turns and poses for his fans, making sure to shake his head to move his hair around. He did look like the cover of a harlequin romance novel.
He then leaps to the top rope in the corner turnbuckle, posing for the crowd before doing a somersault into the ring, landing on his feet. He allows Alex to check him for foreign objects before moving to his corner.
"And his opponent for tonight, representing Lambda Chi Alpha wrestling as Apppollloooo is Beauregard Simon Connor, the fourth... He stands 6'1 and weighs 202 pounds."
Again, laughter follows the announcement.
The curtain parts as Apollo struts into the arena. Apollo has long blond hair, just past his shoulders. He usually wears it in a pony tail, but for now it’s free flowing. Its shine could be seen under the lights. He is wearing bright green trunks, dark green boots and knee pads. As he walks toward the ring he stops to flirt with the ladies in attendance.
As he walks by the announcer he declares “Not cool, bro, not cool at all.”
“Just doing as instructed,” smirks the announcer, a member of the skateboarder’s frat.
His walk is like a peacock strutting for all to see. He slides under the bottom rope into the ring, raises to his hands and knees, turns toward the crowd and then puckers up and delivers a "kiss" to the crowd "for all the ladies in the audience who wants a 'real man' and not those losers who accompanied you here tonight." A loud cheer arises from the ladies, while an equally loud boo arises from the men.
Apollo then stands and allows Alex to check him over. While this is occurring, Thor removes his robes and tosses it into the audience. After being checked over, Apollo pulls his head into a pony tail and applies a rubber band to keep it there.
Alex then signals for the bell. The hair match is officially on.
Both wrestlers charge into the ring and met near the middle. They both dance around and pose before Thor raises a hand in challenge for a test of strength. Apollo raises both hands in acceptance. The combatants then lock hands. Once they have their hands lock, they both began to try and assert dominance. While they push back and forth, neither establishes a lead, so they break and back up.
Thor then raises his hands again. Apollo follows suit. As they slowly approach each other, both drop their hands and kicks out with their right legs. Both legs slam into their opponent’s abs. Being off balance both wrestlers drop backwards and land on their asses.
"Jesus, it's like the keystone cops trying to wrestle," Alex says to the crowd nearest the action A loud group laugh is heard. Both wrestlers scowl at Alex as they regain their feet.
As the two wrestlers circle each other, Thor suddenly rushes forward and attempts to wrap his right hand around Apollo's head for a headlock. Apollo sense what is happening and step to his right and whips his head in the same direction to avoid the hand. Thor realizes what is happening, adjusts his target and grabs Apollo by his ponytail and yanks backward, while extending his foot.
Apollo steps backward trying to maintain his balance, but trips over the extended leg and foot of Thor and fall backward towards the mat. Once he starts falling backward, Thor releases the ponytail and Apollo slams backward onto the mat striking his upper back and head.
Alex steps in and admonishes Thor for the hair pull. Thor simply shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "no big deal". He then approaches Apollo and tries to deliver a stomp. However, Apollo has anticipated this move, so he reaches up grabs the ankle and rolls away from Thor, pulling the ankle with him. Thor flips over Apollo and slams into the mat.
Apollo quickly hops to his feet and delivers a series of stomps to Thor's lower back. He then pulls Thor to his feet and slings him across the ring and into the corner turnbuckle. As soon as he lets Thor go, he charges in after him such that as Thor's back slams into the corner, Apollo follows with a full shoulder block into the abs, forcing the back into the turnbuckle again. The air whooshes out of Thor's mouth and lungs.
Apollo delivers two more shoulder thrusts to further deplete the air and hurt the back. He then stands up, backs into the corner, grabs Thor by the hair, runs out of the corner, drops down and flips Thor over his shoulder and onto his back. Alex half-heartedly berates Apollo about the hair pull, but does not in any other way interfere.
Apollo pulls Thor to a sitting position, locks on a full nelson and wraps his legs around Thor's sides and locks his ankle. Thor is now in a scissors, full nelson combo. Apollo cranks hard on both holds for several seconds, relaxes and then reapplies. This makes it hard to Thor to get a full breath. Not to mention the pressure on his neck and ribs.
Having achieved his goal of winding his opponent, Apollo releases the hold and stands up. Thor falls to the mat and his chest and abdominals can be seen to be rising and falling as he gulps in large amounts of air. Apollo poses and struts for the crowd briefly before approaching Thor. He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair and pulls Thor to his knees. He continues to pull in order to get Thor to his feet, but is stunned when Thor delivers a fist into his balls. He releases the hair and steps back. Thor falls to his hands and knees.
"Watch the low blows,” Alex begins to admonish.
"Fuck off," is Thor's only reply before he is driven back to the mat by Apollo who launches a single leg drop across the head, neck and upper back. He quickly sits on Thor's back, raises Thor's arm over his knee and locks his hand around the chin and pulls back. He has Thor locked in a classic camel clutch. He holds this for a few seconds, but then slightly rises up, bringing Thor with him increasing the pressure on his back. He then drops back down to increase the pressure on the back. He continues to cycle through this maneuver.
Thor is moaning in pain and begins thrashing his legs.
"Break the hold," Alex begins.
"Why? Because pussy here is in pain?” Apollo demands.
"Because his foot is on the ropes,” Alex responds. Looking around, Apollo realizes that indeed Thor has managed to get his ankle across the bottom ropes. He is nearer the ropes than he realizes when he applies the hold. He waits until Alex nears the 5 count before releasing the hold. He immediately delivers several stomps to the lower back.
Apollo then climbs to the top rope and waits as Thor begins to push himself back up. Just as he stands, Apollo jumps from the top rope intending to deliver a super drop kick. However, Thor stumbles backward and falls through the ropes to the floor, just before Apollo connects. So instead of a dropkick, Apollo falls, like a dead weight, to the mat landing on his back. It is hard to tell if Thor is lucky or smart.
Thor had hit the floor fairly hard so he lay there trying to regain his senses and his breath.
Although also winded, Apollo is much quicker to recover. He brings himself to an upright position and then stands watching Thor as he struggles to rise. Thor grasps the edge of the ring apron and pulls himself up until his forearms are resting on the apron with his head hanging just above the ring edge.
Sensing his opportunity, Apollo charges across the ring, bounces off the opposing ropes and heads straight for Thor. As he nears him, he drops down in a baseball slide aiming for Thor’s head.
Not as out of it as he seems, Thor drops back down to the floor and rolls to the left. As Apollo goes sliding under the ropes, he reaches up with his hands and arms to stop himself from sailing completely out of the ring. While he stops himself, he also leaves himself vulnerable to Thor. Thor stands up, grabs his right leg, lifts it up and drives the back of the knee down into the ring apron. He does this several times. Once Alex got to an eight count, Thor slides back under the ring ropes and into the ring. He stands and delivers several kicks to the side of the head before Alex can pull him back.
Thor steps back and as Apollo tries to roll himself of out of the ring, Thor grabs an arm and pulls Apollo back under the ropes and into the middle of the ring. He then rolls Apollo over onto his stomach, grabs the right leg, bends it at the knee, places his right foot just at the thigh/knee junction, lifts the leg up and stomps it down into the mat. He does this three times. He had done his homework and knew that Apollo had a bum left knee. So, he decides to work on the right knee, causing damage to that knee. Then he would start on the left, essentially immobilizing his opponent.
He then turns Apollo to his back and lifts his legs and begins to secure a figure four leg lock. However, Apollo is able to get one leg up against Thor’s chest and pushes, forcing Thor backward. With his hold on Apollo’s other leg, Thor is not able to maintain his balance and falls backward slamming his head into the bottom turnbuckle, stunning him.
Both wrestlers are slowly trying to regain their senses and plotting their next move. Alex checks on both wrestlers to make sure there is no true damage and receives the same response from both of them “fuck off asshole.” He backs away murmuring, “yep, I chose to do this shitty job.”
Both wrestlers then regain their feet and face each other. Apollo is limping from the work on his knee. The two slowly approach each other and lock up in a collar and elbow. They both began pushing and shoving looking for an advantage. Apollo suddenly leans to his right side as if his knee has given out. Thor, taking advantage of the presumed weakness, attempts to pull Apollo around to that side, but Apollo plants his right foot and pivots around it taking advantage of Thor’s momentum. Thor continues falling to his left side and goes down to the mat. Apollo follows and lands on top of him. Thor is mildly stunned by the move.
Giving him little to no time to recover, Apollo quickly straddle Thor’s chest facing his feet. He then begins delivering a series of fists to the abs in a rapid-fire fashion. When Alex warns him about using the fists, he pauses for a short period and then resumes. After the last warning from Alex, along with a threat of disqualification, Apollo discontinues the fist and instead applies an abdominal claw and uses his left hand to grab his own wrist to make sure the hold is locked in.
Thor felt as if his abs were collapsing from the abuse. With Apollo sitting on him it is difficult to move, but he is finally able to dislodge Apollo, by throwing his body back and forth. However, Thor is not able to recover quickly enough, for Apollo stands and delivers a knee drop down into the abs. He then stands back up, grabs both of Thor’s legs, pulls them apart and drops a leg drop down between the legs. The pain explodes across Thor’s lower abdomen.
“Watch the low blows, man,” Alex admonishes.
“What low blow?? I delivered a leg drop to the lower abdomen,” is Apollo’s reply. “I don’t HAVE to resort to cheap tactics and illegal moves.”
“Just watch yourself.”
While this exchange is ongoing, Apollo turns Thor to his stomach, grabs both legs and locks on a Boston crab. He makes sure to lock the ankles up under his armpit to achieve the maximum pressure on Thor’s back. He also made sure he was near the middle of the ring before applying the hold.
While Alex is on the mat next to Thor’s head asking if he wants to submit, Apollo takes the opportunity to deliver two quick jabs into Thor’s balls.
“Fuck, watch the balls,” screams Thor.
By the time Alex turns to see what is happening, Apollo is smirking and has both of his hands locked on Thor’s lower thighs.
“He must be delusional from the pain” Apollo smirks.
Thor slowly manages to work his way over to the ropes and is able to grab the lower ropes with both of his hands.
“He has reached the ropes, break Apollo.” When Apollo doesn’t immediately obey, Alex begins his five count. Apollo holds on until the four count and then releases the hold. He immediately stands up and delivers a series of boot stomps to the lower back before Alex can get between them and push him back.
Apollo throws his hands in the air and backs up as Alex berates him. Once Alex finishes, Apollo approaches Thor and waits until he has pulled himself up to his knees with the help of the lower rope. He then delivers a round kick to the back of the head, forcing Thor back down to his chest flat on the mat.
Apollo approaches, reaches down and grabs Thor by his hair. “Should use this while you still have it, asshole” he intones as he pulls Thor up. He then lifts him up and delivers a back breaker across his left knee. He then lifts Thor back up and repeats the maneuver. This time however, he keeps Thor stretched out across the knee. He places one hand under the chin and pushes downward while the other hand rests on the upper thigh pushing down. Thor is being stretched out and his back is in agony.
Apollo holds the hold for several minutes, and Thor refuses any offer to submit, although the pain is slowly building. Apollo suddenly frees his hands and rolls Thor off his knees and onto the mat. He then sits on Thor’s back, throws the arms over his knees, and locks his hands under the chin and pulls back. Thor is now trapped in the camel clutch again. And Apollo is putting on as much pressure as possible.
After a couple of minutes, Thor is slowly crawling back toward the ropes. Apollo suddenly releases the camel clutch, stands up and begins kicking Thor in the back. He finally forces him out of the ring and onto the floor. He quickly follows.
Picking Thor up, he rams his back into the ring post three times, never releasing the hold between slams. He then bodyslams Thor to the floor, making sure that he has moved to where there is no padding. He then quickly slides into and out of the ring to break the count from Alex.
He repeats the bodyslam twice more followed by a series of belly to back suplexes. Thor’s back is screaming in agony and he is very dazed from being slammed into the floor.
Sensing that the time is nearly for an end, Apollo throws Thor back into the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He turns to the men of Beta Tau Phi and screams “fuck Beta Tau Phi and your worthless asshole of a representative.” The then gives them a double bird. He is met with a series of curses and insults.
He turns back into the ring and advances on a still prostate Thor. He delivers a couple of stomps to the back, followed by two knee drops. He then climbs to the top rope in the corner and delivers a 360-degree moonsault onto Thor’s back. The force of the maneuver cause Thor to bounce and land on his back.
Apollo lands sprawled between Thor’s outstretched legs.
While Thor lays in the middle of the ring, seemingly out of it, Apollo rolls to his stomach and laughs. “Time to end this bitch,” he murmurs as he crawls toward Thor. Thor’s legs were splayed out on either side and Apollo crawls up between them. He then reaches up in order to grab Thor’s hair to pull him to a sitting position. Thor, reacting on memory and desperation alone, seizes the opportunity, and grabs Apollo’s right arm pulling Apollo forward and at the same time he brings his legs up into position with his right leg bent at a 90-degree angle. Apollo’s head and neck are now resting on Thor’s shin bone while the other leg lock it down from above. Apollo is now trapped in the Hell’s Gate.
Apollo’s attempts to escape are not successful. Having no other choice, he quickly submits to the hold. With Alex signaling for the bell and tapping Thor’s shoulder, Thor releases the hold and falls back to the mat, nearly out of it himself, but the surprising winner.
Apollo is stunned with disbelief and is beside himself. As Alex is at Thor’s head checking on him, Apollo walks over, grabs Alex by the hair and pulls him up.
“What the fuck was that,” he screams.
“That was you submitting,” Alex screams back as the two get face to face and chest to chest.
Apollo suddenly delivers a quick knee into the balls, follows by a DDT. He then lifts Alex up, traps his head between the thighs and delivers a pile driver. Not satisfied, he repeats the pile driver. After the second pile driver, Alex drops limply to the mat. Apollo then rolls Alex out of the ring to the floor.
He returns to Thor who is trying to regain his wits. Grabbing him by his hair he pulls him to standing position. “Like I said, should take advantage of this hair while you still have it.” He then locks on a dragon sleeper. He maintains the hold until he is sure that Thor is out.
He then exits the ring, and demands the hair clippers. The college student who has been guarding holding it, isn’t sure what to do. When he looks over at Dean Ambrose, he notices a very large smile on his face and an almost maniacal grin. He just nodes at the student who then hands the clippers over. Apollo re-enters the ring and proceeds to shave Thor’s dark locks from his head.
Many in the crowd are cheering but Thor’s frat mates are yelling and complaining and start toward the ring, only to be stopped by the administrators, led by Dean Ambrose, who reminds them of the penalty for outside interference. Their calls to the unfairness at what are happening in the ring go unheeded. If anyone had bothered to look more closely at Dean Ambrose, they would have noticed what appeared to be pure bliss on his face. He was getting what he wanted. He knew he would have to figure out a way to appease Alex, but he wasn’t concerned about that. But he should have been.
After he had finished shaving Thor’s head, he then proceeds to shave LCA, his frat’s initials, into the fur on Thor’s chest.
He then signals for the microphone.
“As the contract stipulates, the shaven wrestler has to be bald for a year and to have a handicapped match of my choosing.”
“But he won the damn match,” the president of Beta Tau Phi yelled.
“But the contract doesn’t say anything about winners or loser, only shaven or unshaven heads.”
Apollo then raises his hands in the typical V fashion and laughs heartily from the depths of his soul. He looks into the crowd, but is actually looking at Dean Ambrose and gives a little nod and a wink. No one else in the crowd noticed, except for commissioner Ford. The men of Beta Tau Phi are apoplectic and highly agitated and pissed off.
He then begins to address the crowd.
“As the contract states, I get to choose Thor’s opponents for his handicap match.”
“You lost, you don’t get to choose anything,” the head of Thor’s frat screams.
“The contract states that the shaven wrestler has to wrestle a handicap match and the unshaven wrestler gets to choose the opponents.” He then loosens his hair from the pony tail and shakes it back and forth. “And as I can do that and he can’t”, as he points to a still out of it and shorn Thor, “I get to choose.”
With Apollo distracted, he fails to see Alex crawl back into the ring. Alex, borrowing a page from Apollo’s playbook, delivers a forearm smash up between his legs, driving the balls up into his pelvis. He follows this up with a DDT and two pile drivers. He then locks on a sleeper until Apollo is out.
The members of Lambda Chi Alpha start to head toward the ring when the voice of Dean Ambrose reminds them of the consequences of interference. With great reluctance, and a lot of noise and arguing, they stand down.
Meanwhile in the Ring, Alex sits on the mat and places an out of it Apollo between his legs with Apollo’s back leaning of Alex’s chest. Alex then takes the clippers and begins to shave the long golden locks of Apollo off. In a matter of minutes, Apollo is as bald as Thor is.
Having finished the shaving, Alex grabs the mic, kneels beside Apollo him until he is awake but groggy. He then addresses him and the audience.
“You almost got it right asshole; the contract actually states that the shaven wrestler who leaves the ring has to fight a handicap match. Thor boy there is shaven BUT he is still in the ring. You on the other hand…” he says as he reaches down, pulls Apollo to his feet, picks him up belly to belly, walks over the ring ropes, lifts Apollo in the air and hurls him onto the ring apron. “Have left the ring.” He then proceeds to kick Apollo to the arena floor.
“Now YOU have a shaven head and HAVE left the ring therefore, YOU are the one who has to have a handicap match.”
The men of Beta Tau Phi are cheering, while the men of Lambda Chi Alpha are protesting.
Dean Ambrose looks stunned at this turn of events but Alex keeps speaking. “As the only wrestler in the ring who remains unshorn, I get to choose your opponents. And I choose myself and…… the choirboy from Redneck Arena.”
At this the men of Lambda Chi Alpha erupt in loud cursing and protests. Dean Ambrose realizes that he has to put a stop to this and try and regain control.
“Thor lost the match so he is the wrestler….”
“But I haven’t stopped the match yet,” Alex screams over the Dean. “And according to the contract, until that happens the match is still on. And as I point out, the other terms mean Apollo is the one who has lost the match. Or do I exercise my assault option??” The last question is aimed at Dean Ambrose.
Knowing that if he doesn’t go along with Alex, there will be all sorts of hell to pay in publicity, and with the administration, the Dean confirms Alex’s conclusion to the match.
“Apollo will face the opponents chosen by Alex in a handicap match. Also, Apollo must remain bald for one year. The men of Lambda Chi Alpha will also have their hair shaved tonight.”
“Then the match is over,” Alex stated.
With the last announcement, all hell broke loose with cheering from the men of Beta Tau Phi and protests and disagreement from the men of Lambda Chi Alpha. But it is about to get worse for the frat boys, as Alex is about to teach all the frats a lesson in contract negotiation.
“While that is all good, Dean Ambrose, the contract clearly states that the frat brothers of the shaven wrestler have to get shaved as well. As I look at it, there are two shaven wrestlers, so two fraternity shavings are in order.”
With this all hell really did break lose. Dean Ambrose approaches Alex to argue with him, but Alex is adamant that the contract be enforced as written and if not, he would file assault charges. And that would create all sorts of issues for the university and the fraternities. With no other true choice, Dean Ambrose agrees and orders both frats shaven.
As Alex walks toward the dressing room he is met with boos and cheers. He stops in front of the president of both frats who were arguing about the events of tonight.
“Boys, couple of lessons here. One make DAMN sure you realize what the contract really says, not what you THINK it says. And read it with a very sinister and critical eye. Two, don’t. piss. ME. Off. or try to pull one over on me.” As he said the last, he pushed a finger into each president’s chest. “Now, be good little boys and go get your heads shaved.” He then gave both presidents the finger.
He got a double dose of loud profanity in return. He just smiles and walks off.
As he turns, he runs into Dean Ambrose. “As for you, same lesson. Don’t try to hoodwink me. Yeah and don’t expect the comish to help you. He is ONLY out for himself.” He then leaves the premises, stops and picks up a six pack of beer and heads home. Now he only had to convince the choirboy to join him in a little frat boy abuse. Shouldn’t be too hard he thought. He also thought it hadn’t been a bad night at all. At least not for him.
The same couldn’t be said for Dean Ambrose who is now the most unpopular man on campus and is going to have a lot of damage control to try and do with the fraternities, the administration, the alumni and, unfortunately, with the commish. Eventually to settle all parties involved down, he has to agree to appear in a match at the Redneck Arena. And Alex, and the commish, would make sure it is one to remember.
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