My Gym My Rules: Tag Team

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.

 5:15 and Big Todd was in the ring, to do the intros and general rules. Into the ring climb Kent and Joe, both wearing black wrestling trunks and black over the ankle otomix wrestling shoes.

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.