My Gym My Rules: Tag Team
By Dean the Destroyer
Not much
action in the gym lately, no good fights and no good lifts to talk about. So
off I go to check out an old buddy’s gym, 30 minutes away and closer to the big
city. During the workout I scope out the talent, both male and female, nice
tits here and good bulge there. Still nothing to really talk about. After about
a half hour of chest I was getting ready to do a little cardio and go but
Charlie suggested we hang out till 4:30 and catch who would come in after
second shift let out from the local plants. Now Charlie knows I just rough
house wrestle but he also knows my gym is serious about a good fight. He has
watched big guys go at it in either of the converted racquetball courts, the
one fully padded or the one made into a wrestling ring. And knowing Charlie he
has enjoyed them both.
Well Charlie was right, shortly after the half hour mark, and shift for the state troopers had ended in came a Mac daddy of a guy. Clean cut high and tight hair cut, bowling ball shoulders and a square chin, and did I mention he was Italian with classic good looks; Tony of course was his name. At 5 foot 10 his 256 pounds of muscle was well placed on his entire frame, his only drawback was his left eye; it was slightly black and blue, swollen and looked tender. His tight tank was well, tight, his smile to Charlie was quick and after looking around he walked over to talk with Charlie.
After the introductions, Tony wanted to know
about the upcoming power lifting meet and if any reps from the regional
strongman competition would be invited. Since it was Charlie’s gym sponsoring
the meet, he expressed his intentions to push for as much press and
representation as possible. With all that said I turned to Tony and asked
jokingly “how bad does the other guy look” referring to his eye that I could
now know for sure was from an altercation. “Awe this? It’s just one sucker
punch the other guy landed, you know he is laid up and nursing a broken arm.”
“And leg …. And nose.”
Then
from behind Tony came a deep rough gravely voice calling out “hey Tony we
liftin or talking?” “Oh, shit sorry Charlie I didn’t see you there, and you
either.” As a big paw came thrusting at me. “Tyler” was all he said, no last
name and not much else, but he did not have to, a 6 foot 2 inch frame, fine
stubble chest, and a ruggedly handsome face framed with a Fabio ponytail, 260
pounds of beef. Again, the introductions, except it was now that Charlie
commented on my gym and the COOL racquetball courts.
Both
these big boys got a child like gleam in their eyes when I suggested we set up
a match if they ever wanted to duke it out with anybody. Great they said and
off to the free weight areas they went. And off I went for a cold shower. I was
sitting with Charlie at the shake counter talking about life when both Tony and
Tyler came up, they expressed interest in setting up a match but did not have
anybody in particular they wanted to fight. The only person they knew in my
town was “some guy Kent B., he is the brother to the guy who got one lucky shot
in.” as Tony pointed to his eye. “And I really do not have a grudge with him
since he is ahh……incapacitated at the current.” A short chuckle and I told the
guys I would check into any guys who would like a match. Just to make sure, I
explained that I set the rules, the ref, the match and I was the final word.
Charlie echoed the fact that I was the final word, he knew, and I knew these
guys would put up a good fight. Well off they walked and I think both Charlie
and I had wood just thinking about those two in the ring.
I get
back home and check my gym’s roster, sure enough Kent B. is a member, I check
out the picture and realize who he is, I know him just as a quiet guy who lifts
with two buddies and doesn’t seem to have the time of day for anyone else. Now
Kent is about 6 foot and very boy next door good looking. Solid 227, not a lot
of body fat and not a lot of sun, a rather GQ look about him. I check his gym
record on the computer for usual time and days he lifts, tomorrow at 2:45 , I figured I would check to see
if he was into a match before I commented on anything else.
Around 3:00 I wander the gym and sure enough
there is Kent working out with Joe, big 6 foot 2 inch shaved head, goateed 241
pounds of freshly graduated from college meat.
“Hey
Kent sorry to hear about your brother.” I start the conversation, big mistake,
or smart move depending on how you look at it. “yea he is hurting but not as
bad as the punk state trooper who’s ass he kicked, I heard he was beaten so bad
by my brother they didn’t know if they could give him a face ever again.”
“I just
wish I could get my hands on him and finish him off.”
“Dude I
would hold the little SOB for you!” Joe stated.
“Sounds
like you two just need to get in one of the courts and duke it out to let off
that steam” was my suggestion.
“You
name the time and place and we will be there, they said in unison. With a quick
call to Charlie from my office he confirmed he would bring up both Tony and
Tyler after 4:30 so we set
the match for 5:15 , ringed
court, no holds barred with Todd the 289 pound cop who does not take shit from
anyone acting as ref.
“Kent,
Joe - got you match at 5:15
today – ring court – just two guys from down the road” I stated rather humdrum
style as if it was no big deal.
As these
two stretch, into the ring climbs Tony and Tyler, now these two are wearing
baggy grey workout shorts and white mid calf wrestling boots, on the shorts is
the state trooper insignia, this did not miss the eye of Kent, on the seat of
the shorts is stamped Poletti, Tony’s last name, and the name Kent recognizes
as the trooper who beat the shit out of his brother. Kent tries to hide his
surprise and suggests Joe start the match, as Kent exits the ring, Tyler will
start the match for the other guys. Todd sternly tells each team that this is a
no holds barred match unless he bars the hold and then breaks the hold and do
not give him any shit. Also once pinned or tapped out the other tag team
partner must continue alone. Todd starts the match.
Tyler
and Joe circle and lock up collar and elbow, each pushing to shove the other
off. When this does not occur they both just break the hold, Joe is the first
to bounce off the ropes and try to shoulder big Tyler down. He is met with full
resistance and very little movement of Tyler. Then Tyler bounces himself off
the ropes to be met with the same resistance to movement he gave Joe. For what
ever reason Joe tries this again but is met with a crossed forearm chop to the
throat. Besides catching Joe off guard it nearly decapitates him, putting him
flat on his back gasping for breath, legs wide open and bent at the knee, feet
flat on the mat. Now Tyler being quick to strike drives his fist squarely into
Joe’s crotch, Joe’s hands went from one head to the other. Tyler tags in Tony,
these guys each grab an ankle of Joe and runs toward their corner, suddenly
they baseball slide out of the ring, each on either side of the ring post their
momentum is stopped only after Joe’s nuts make solid contact with the post.
Tony being legal man in the ring climbs back in and sits Joe up draping his
arms over the middle ring ropes. Running the interior circle of the ring, Tony
slaps Kent on his way by and coming back to Joe drop kicks him in the back,
driving his chest squarely into the turnbuckle. This takes the wind out of Joe
and hurts his back too.
Bringing
Joe to his feet, Tony clamps on a side head lock, cranks it on a few times and
circles away from the ref, planting a taped thumb into Joe’s throat keeps him
controllable. Tony circles back around the ring and Tyler tags himself in by
slapping Tony on the back, Todd acknowledges the tag and indicates such. Tony
continues the hold as Tyler walks up behind Joe who is still in the headlock,
puts his hands on Joe’s hips and drives a big knee up Joe’s crotch from behind.
These two guys are like pit bulls, once they get a hold of something they do
not let go. With Joe now just about out Tyler decides to finish him off, he
brings him to his feet, Tyler scoops up Joe and running power slams him into
the mat, ala British Bulldog style. Hooking the leg Joe is pinned and out of
the match, Todd sends Tyler back to his corner then turns and helps the
completely dazed Joe up, who swings half heartedly at Todd. Todd, ducks the
blow, picks up Joe by his thighs and atomic knee drops him right in the nuts,
Todd does not let him even drop to the mat as he tosses Joe out of the ring by
his neck and the elastic band on his trunks. Todd calls for the continuation of
the match, now it is Kent against Tony and Tyler.
Tyler is
the legal man in and he allows Kent to enter the ring, they circle each other,
and Tyler raises his left hand up for a little strength competition. Locking up
one hand and thinking Tyler is going to lock up the second, Kent readies
himself. Instead Tyler applies a full arm drag and twist, which I thought was
going to be the target of the remaining team, the bowling ball delts of Kent
looking stressed, and a good target. Tyler then turns this into a hammerlock up
behind Kent’s back; circling around the ring as Kent tries to alleviate the
pain Tony tags himself in with a tag to Tyler’s back. Kent is led around one
more time and he is turned just in time to be hit full force by Tony’s straight
right to the soft spot below the belly button. Kent is still standing but bent
over, Tony raises his opponents’ face and hits him square in the eye, “That is
for your brother’s sucker punch.”
Outside
the ring, the dazed and disoriented Joe’s wrists are being duct taped to the
lower ropes, after doing such Tyler reaches down gathers up a handful of
wrestling trunk fabric and knees Joe one more time right in the nuts. Between
gut punching or back breaking is what Tony is trying to decide, what the hell,
how about some of both. Flipping Kent up onto his own massive shoulder, Tony
starts to bounce Kent around putting lots of pressure on the small of the back
each time it comes down on Tony’s big delts. Two big steps halfway across the
ring and Tony drops to his knees and Kent screams in pain. Tagging in Tyler the
duo pulls Kent off the mat, whips him into the ring ropes and catches him, Tony
and Tyler each have an arm and a leg of Kent’s, they hoist him up and drop him
back first over their genuflected knees. Todd tells Tony his 5 second double
team time is up and he must leave the ring, Tony does so graciously. Tyler is
pulling Kent up by his jet black hair, he scoops him up positions him stomach
first over his big shoulder, and proceeds to jump around the ring. He stops
jumping dead centre and drops to his knees, gut busting Kent very nicely.
Again, Kent is brought to his feet and whipped into the turnbuckle. Kent barely
hits the corner when his abs are met by Tyler’s shoulder, and again, and again,
and again.
Tyler
tags Tony into the match, then starts to whip Kent into the opposing turnbuckle
but reverses this move and sends him chest first back into the turnbuckle that
he just was pulled from. Now it is Tony’s turn to plant some shoulders into
Kent, but this time they are to the small of his back, Tony hits it once, and
again, and again, and again, and a quick tag to Tyler. Holding Kent in a
reverse front chancellery Tony hoists Kent up and body slams him back first
onto the mat. The pain has Kent arching his back and rolling to side, Tyler
helps him roll onto his stomach, and Tyler raises himself into a handstand and
knees his prone opponent in the small of the back. The back is the target for
now and these two big guys are really taking it to Kent, but let’s not forget
outside the ring Tony is using Joe’s pecs for punching practice. Inside the
ring the big dominant Tyler has just locked a camel clutch onto Kent; he is
sitting back and really applying a lot of pressure. Pulling back on the chin
Tyler is about to snuff out Kent when Tony calls in that he wants to be the one
to put him down. Releasing the hold, Tyler steps over Kent and slaps him hard
on the back of the head as he goes to tag in his partner. Tony is halfway into
the ring by the time the tag is made, standing Kent up, Tony racks his
completely dazed reminiscent of Lex Luger. Flexing and pumping Tony keeps one
hand over Kent’s mouth so he can not answer Todd’s question if he would like to
submit. Finally, Tony drops to his knees taking the last of the fight out of
Kent. Tagging in Tyler, Tony bounces off the ropes, gets extra air by a hoist
from Tyler, and crashes down full slam onto to Kent. Tony is expecting Todd to
start the count but instead he lets Tony know he is not the legal man in the
ring, after all rules are rules. Tyler then drags Kent up by his hair one more
time, tags Tony back in, body slams Kent, insures Kent will not move by holding
him in place by grabbing him by the ankles and off the top rope comes Tony, big
splash onto Kent’s laid out body and now Todd can count. One, two, three, and
this match is over.
A big
hug by the victors and Tyler turns and starts to chat up Todd, a distraction so
Tony can plant one more knee into Kent’s nuts. The winners leave for the
showers as Todd climbs out of the ring. Passing Joe who is still taped up to
the ropes, Todd gets asked by the bound and groggy wrestler “what is going to
happen to me.” Todd stops, turns, looks Joe up and down, grabbing a hold of the
duct taped wrists he proceeds to knee Joe three times in the nuts, “how about
this” is Todd’s reply. Lifting Joes face up in his left hand, Todd cold cocks
Joe with a solid right as he says “Say Goodnight, Bitch”.
Charlie
and I got to see a good beating, Tony and Tyler got to administer a good
beating, Todd got to ref a good beating and all Joe and Kent got, was a good
beating.
FREAKING GREAT story/match! New to this site and discovered all of these stories! I love tag-team wrestling and there was great action with the story! Thank you for posting this story!!
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