Warehouse Punk IV

Warehouse Punk IV
By
Gym Dude

I’ve always been a fair fighter.  I give a man a chance and after he’s beaten, I always let up and allow him to lose with dignity, well almost always.  Well, let’s say most of the time.  I mean sure, I’ll teach him a lesson and leave him with the clear understanding that it’s a major mistake to fight me, but I don’t really go out to destroy some guy and have never inflicted the kind of humiliation Dave administered to me.  It’s bad enough to beat a man in his own gym, especially the gym champ!  I mean, I have a reputation to uphold.  I was undefeated, I was THE MAN.  This kid comes in AS MY GUEST and not only shows me up in weightlifting, the bastard doesn’t quit until he’s wiped up the ring with my musclebound ass!

It wasn’t just that the kid beat me.  It was how he sadistically forced me into submission after submission.  Dragging my worked over body to each side of the ring, forcing me to look my buddies and fans, and all the guys whose asses I had kicked in the past, straight in the eye while he tortured my helpless physique into complete submission over and over.  I’ve gotta say, I’m more pissed and embarrassed now than I was then.

Dave had whipped me so badly that all I wanted was have it over.  The muscle kid was in total control and could easily have forced me to do anything he wanted. I was physically and emotionally beaten in every sense of the word.  Now that I’ve had a chance to recover, I’m embarrassed nearly to tears and more pissed off than I have ever been.  It is easy to be upstanding and fair minded when you’re the biggest, toughest and strongest man in the gym.  When you’re the champion and every man there envies and fears your power, it’s easy to have mercy.  Every muscleman in the gym is your friend and wants to keep you happy, just praying that you don’t invite him into the ring with you. It’s a great feeling ….. it’s good to be the champ! But this little muscle shit has taken what I spent years building up and destroyed it all in one morning!

Alright Mr. Tough Guy, the gloves come off!  I have to find some way to bring this muscle stud down, preferably in public, but it has to be perfect and it has to be fool-proof.  I was over-confident in the gym.  I knew Dave was strong and tough but I never expected him to be nearly THAT strong.  I’ve got to find a way to take this stud down, and right now I don’t care what I have to do to make that happen.

Let me consider my options.  The mighty little stud can out lift me, there is no way I can out wrestle this kid and he can kill me with his fists.  In the shape I’m in now there is no way I can stand up to him in his present condition, so …. I’ll have to change his condition!  I need to have him softened up for me, but how?   The kid loves a good fight but if I find someone who is big enough and tough enough to ensure a win and a sufficient beating, the guy would have to be so big that the kid would never take him on, and where would I find such a man?  Damn, I know every muscleman in the state, I’d have to import some stud and that would be expensive.  I think I’ll leave that for ‘plan B’.

I’ve got it!  The kid wants a challenge! shit!  He’d jump at the chance to take on somebody within a weight class or two.  Getting him suckered into a fight is just what the doctor ordered!  I know a young bodybuilder who works out at Dave’s gym.  This is the kind of project he would love to work on.  It’s time to call in some favors.

------- Two Weeks Later ------

It was late at night and Dave was at the gym pumping iron.  The gym was just the way he likes it, nearly empty so the young power stud could lift without interruption.  He could crank up the weights, press and scream all he wanted without driving everyone else nuts.  Dave had lifted there so long and the owner knew him well enough that when the place emptied out, he’d take off and trust Dave to lock things up. Tonight, there was just Dave and a kid named Chuck.

Dave liked it quiet and it was about the only time you’d see him without a shirt.  Only serious lifters would be there at this time of night, so everyone training wore just shorts.  They’d shut off the air conditioning so you could work up a good sweat.

Chuck was a few years younger than Dave, but was built like a Mack truck!  At just 19 the kid had claimed the state teenage bodybuilding title for the past two years and looked like he had a great future in front of him.  Dave had seen the kid working out from time to time, but the kid normally works out in the morning with another lifter Dave didn’t know.  Every Thursday his schedule forces him to workout at night, so he does that alone.  The kid is a couple of inches taller than Dave and with all that sharply defined beef, the kid obviously competes as a heavyweight.

Dave is normally zoned out when he’s lifting, but stops to spot the kid when he’s working certain lifts.  Last week on the bench, the young stud asked for a spot and Dave was impressed to see him crank out at set at 405, then turn around and throw another 50 on the bar and squeeze out another six reps at 455. Bodybuilders don’t usually go for big numbers, but this young stud proved beyond any doubt what his massive chest and thick powerful arms were not just for looks.  Surprised at the youngster’s power, Dave congratulated him, but before racking the bar insisted the kid knock out five more forced reps.   Dave helped the kid lift the monstrous Olympic bar then fight the weight as he slowly lowered it to his heaving chest.  Dave figured if the kid wanted a workout, that is exactly what he was going to get. The should have become fast friends, but instead the two powerful young men just high-fived and went back to their own routines.

Dave would always wait until about ten, then lock the doors and finish his workout in solitude, but just prior to that, a couple of other lifters came in to work out.  Dave stopped his lifting to check them in, both guys had guest cards.  It was a little irritating having someone else in his space, but these guys were clearly serious lifters and would probably not be there for more than an hour anyhow.  No problem.

Wearing desert camouflage pants, combat boots and red Marine t-shirts stretched across their muscular upper bodies, both men looked pretty rugged and were obviously Marines from the nearby base.  It was common to see the guys in town but unusual to see them at the gym since they have such great facilities on base. Dave figured they were just seeing how the other half lived.  The sleeves of their shirts strained against impressive upper arms; these guys were no strangers to heavy weight training.  Their buzz cuts and great tans just added to the picture.  Captains bars were sewn on one cap and Sergeant stripes on the other.  The Captain stood about 5’11” and the Sergeant looked to be about 6’1”.  There was no visible sign of body fat, these guys looked like poster boys for everything the Marine Corps wanted.  Strong, tough and rugged as hell.

As they approached one of the weight benches, each man pulled off his t-shirt and even Dave was surprised at the rock solid physique underneath.  These guys were remarkable.  But enough wasted time.  As the big men started their workout, Dave went back to his own routine.  Other than occasional grunts and groans as each of the four muscular men tested their muscles against heavier and heavier weights, everything went along fine for about 15 minutes.  By then, both Marines had shed their camouflage and were down to traditional Marine red and yellow trunks.  Dave noted that their legs were just as developed as the rest of them.

Dave’s concentration was interrupted by loud voices across the gym.  The Captain was giving orders to the young local lifter on one of the benches.  “Alright kid.  You’ve played around long enough.  Get out of the way and let a real man show you how it’s done.” Dave was shocked.  Most really dedicated lifters are great guys.  They never boss people around, of course, they really don’t need to.  Most ‘normal’ people are intimidated enough with real power and muscle.  But every once in a while, you find an ass-hole who wants to use his powerful body to bully smaller guys, not that Chuck was a smaller guy in this case.  Dave noted that the Marine may have bitten off a lot more than he could chew.

“I’m about done and you can have at it.  Just hold your horses.” Chuck calmly replied.  From his tone of voice, you could tell he was disgusted by the rude behavior.

The Marine Captain was turning red.   “Two things young pup.  When I give an order, I expect it to be followed without hesitation, and you will address me as SIR”, the Marine shouted.

The teen muscleman just looked up at the raging officer and forcefully replied, “I only say SIR to people I respect. I’m not one of your jar-heads.  I don’t take orders and you’ll have this bench when I’m damn good and ready and not one second sooner.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, in a blur of motion, the muscular Marine dropped an elbow into the stomach of the prone weightlifter.  Not expecting to be attacked, the teen muscleman let out a soft groan at the impact and doubled slightly on the bench.  By now the big Marine had the kid’s legs pinned to the weight bench and went to work pounding fists to the boy’s stomach, chest and face.

Everything happened so fast, Dave was stunned at the fury of the Marine’s attack.  It took a moment for Chuck to realize what was happening, then the muscular kid began to defend himself.   Leaning forward, Chuck gripped his massive arms around the Marine’s lean muscular body and began to crush with all his considerable might.  The Marine was ripped and no slouch in the muscle department himself.  Reaching down he forced his arm under Chuck’s chin and began to power the boy’s head back, gaining enough room to pound his fist into the kid’s head again.  The sergeant was cheering his buddy on to teach the muscleboy some manners, when Chuck reached up with his bodybuilder legs and clamped around the unsuspecting Marine’s thick neck, flipping the big stud back onto the gym floor.   Slamming his head and shoulders onto the hard surface, the big man was momentarily stunned.

 Chuck was on the muscleman in a heartbeat.  The young bodybuilder straddled his foe’s massive chest, dropping down and pinning the powerful fighter’s arms with the kid’s knees.  “Now it’s time for some payback!  I’ll show you what some teen muscle can do, you stupid shit!” Chuck exclaimed.  But before he could deliver his first punch, the bigger Marine muscleman slammed a powerful knee to the base of the kid’s neck, nearly knocking the young muscle stud out cold.

As the young bodybuilder collapsed, the muscular Marine Captain maneuvered the muscleboy to the floor, then smashed a knee to the semi-conscious athlete’s stomach.  “Wait!  Wait! Wait!” Chuck called a halt to the action.  “Is this the way big tough Marines learn to fight?  Two big musclemen against one teenage kid? What kind of wimp shit is that?”  He got the Marine’s attention.

The big Captain stopped and smiled at the muscular kid.  “Alright.  You want a fair fight?  How about you and me in the ring, right now!  No rules, no holds barred.  Just you and me.  Let’s see what those big muscles are made of!”

Dave knew exactly what those teen muscles were made of.  He had seen the kid lift and knew just how powerful he was.  The Marine Captain looked to be about 25 and while his muscle size didn’t match the teen bodybuilder, his rugged body looked like it was cast from solid iron.  This was going to be great fun to watch.

“Yeah.  Sure, you want me in the ring.  And when I start to pound your sorry ass again, your buddy is going to be all over me like last time.  I’ve seen your idea of a fair fight.”  Chuck said.

The Marine just smiled.  “So, you’re backing down?  Why don’t you just admit that you’re afraid to fight a real man?”

“OK ass-hole, you’re on.  But let’s even up the odds.”  Chuck turned to Dave.  “Hey, buddy.  You want to join me and kick some Marine ass?”

Damn!  This is better than expected, Dave thought.  I not only get some lifting in, but some fun and games too!  These two Marine musclemen look like they’ll be real fun to put in their place.  Dave replied, “I’d be honored.  Let’s do it!”  The four musclemen headed for the ring.

Since they had the score to settle, Chuck and the Captain started.

The young bodybuilder proved his massive muscles were not just for show.  As the big Marine Captain made a quick move for a take down, Chuck picked the big dude up and power-slammed him to the canvas.  The big guy shook his head, which was about all he could move as the kid lifted and smashed him to the canvas again. The kid showed some good moves, but the Marine was no push-over.  As Chuck moved in again, the Captain fired off a well-placed kick to the kid’s chest, knocking him back into the enemy corner.   As the kid hit the cross buckle, the big Sergeant powered a fist to the back of the young bodybuilder’s neck, then wrapped his muscular arm around his victim’s thick neck in an attempted sleeper.   Chuck was coming around and fighting the big man’s arms to keep him from getting the hold locked on.  The battle gave the Marine Captain a chance to recover.  “Your ass is mine now, punk” The Captain shouted as he attacks with full force, his mighty fists slamming into the kid’s washboard stomach.  Chuck makes no effort to block the Captain’s punches as each lands with the loud ‘thud’ of fist striking solid muscle, but having no real effect.   With one mighty flex Chuck breaks free from the big Sergeant and powers a solid right cross to the Captain’s head, stunning him once again, before making his way across the ring to tag in his rested partner.

Dave jumps at the chance to test his fighting skills against the combat trained Marine and gets the big man’s attention with a solid right hand to the solar plexus.  The Captain doubles over from the powerful shot only to receive an equally devastating left to the jaw.  Chuck is on his way through the ropes and doesn’t see the action as the big Sergeant leaps across the ropes and attacks Dave from behind.  The Captain is on his knees seeing stars as the Sergeant nails Dave with a big right hand to the back, then a spinning back kick behind the knee to send the rugged fighter to the canvas himself.  Dave retaliates with three solid shots to the Sergeants abdominals each eliciting a grunt from the big guy.  While not doubling him over, Dave has none-the-less done some damage.  He makes it to his feet and locks the big Marine in his bear hug.  The Sergeant has been in many heavy battles, but Dave’s powerful hold takes him by surprise.  The Marine works his big arms down between Dave’s and locks in a bear hug of his own.  Both men’s arms flex and strain for superiority.  Dave cranks up the pressure and the massive Marine starts to sweat, but doesn’t give up and cranks down all the harder on his smaller foe.  Dave thinks he can take the bigger man until the Sergeant lifts the powerful athlete and powers him into the cross-buckle.  The weight of both men smashing into the corner causes Dave to lose his hold and the big Marine cuts loose with a barrage of kicks to Dave’s brick-wall abs.

The powerful kicks weaken the young muscleman and Dave knows he has to get out of the corner quickly, as the Marine comes in again, Dave nails the big guy with a solid left to the jaw, followed by a right and another left.  The Sergeant is caught by surprise, severely underestimating his opponent’s power, and drops to his knees seeing stars.

As Dave turns to face the second man, the Captain is ready for him and catches the youngster with a solid Karate kick to the head.  Stunned Dave is knocked back into the enemy corner.  The Captain wails on the kid with a series of power shots to the head and body before the guys tag off and the big Sergeant steps in the ring.  The rugged Captain holds Dave’s big arms behind the ropes and warns him that the Sergeant trains by punching his fists through concrete blocks. He shouts to his partner, “Hey these abs look stronger than concrete, do you think your fists are up to the challenge?”  The massive Marine muscleman takes his Karate stance and begins powering crushing blows to Dave’s washboard stomach.  The kid’s brick-wall abs have taken a major working over in this match and it’s not long before Dave’s legendary stomach muscles begin to fail.  The big Sergeant powers his fists home to the sound of grunts and groans from the weakened warrior until the kid’s legs give way, leaving him hanging on the ropes.  Feeling that the rugged kid has had enough, the big man steps back with a big smile on his face and the Captain releases Dave’s massive arms, of no real use to him now.

Dave drops to the mat, dazed he lifts his head to see two well-tanned pillars of muscle before him.  Dave fires a shot between the columns, and is rewarded with a scream.  One more and the big Marine crumbles to the mat.  With every ounce of energy left in his beaten body, Dave throws himself back with a totally unexpected elbow to the Captain’s jaw.  The well-muscled youngster staggers toward his partner as the two big Marines are gathering their wits and beginning to figure out what just happened.  Dave stumbles forward, his big legs barely working, his muscular stomach badly beaten.  Dave is in bad shape and has to tag out before the two Marines finish him off.

With both of the big men closing in, Dave makes a lunge at Chuck’s muscular outstretched arm.  Contact! At least he is safe for few minutes to rest up before facing those two rugged fighters again.  What’s this? Chuck grabs Dave’s wrist with both hands and jumps off the apron, catapulting Dave’s damaged shoulder painfully into the cross buckle!  The muscle boy grips Dave’s hand and fiercely bends it back, securing a devastating wrist lock.  The two big Marines close in from behind, each grabbing a leg, then lift the muscular fighter, leaving all his weight pulling down on his weakened shoulder.  The Marine musclemen begin pounding fists into Dave’s obloquies, alternating with knee lifts to his pulverized abdominals.  Dave’s respite has turned into an even more severe beating.

“Chuck!  What the fuck are you doing man?  Help me. God, help me buddy!” Dave cries out helplessly.  He couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Don’t buddy me, ass-hole” Chuck screams back at the beaten muscleman.  “You pounded the shit out of my lifting partner and forced him out of two of the most critical contests of his career.   It’s going to take him months to recover.  Not only that, but you’ve set back my lifting program and now I’ve got to find another partner and train him on my routine.  You screwed up big time champ, and now you gotta PAY!”

“Do your job guys, but don’t kill him, I just want him to get a taste of what he did to my partner.  Let’s introduce the man to a whole new world of HURT!”

All three open up on the rugged wrestler!  Dave tries to fight back, but is over-whelmed by the amazing power of the three musclemen.   Dave is left standing in the middle of the ring, surrounded by three powerful fighters.   His meager attempts to attack are worse than worthless.  For every punch the young fighter tries to throw, he takes half-a-dozen.  With amazing precision, the three musclemen use their fists and karate kicks to destroy Dave’s only defensive weapons, his massive guns.  They leave his upper abs and head alone in order to keep him conscious and standing as long as possible.   The massive teenage bodybuilder takes position in front, firing fist after fist into Dave’s battered chest, while a muscular Marine on each side of him smashes away at his biceps, triceps, lats and shoulders.  For nearly ten minutes, the powerful men pound on the helpless athlete.

It doesn’t take long before the rugged fighter can no longer lift his battered arms.  Defenseless and worn out, Dave is bounced back and forth between the three men until Chuck calls a halt to the punches and Dave drops to his knees, exhausted.

“Hey, guys.”  Chuck has an idea, “You’re obviously great with your fists, and that karate stuff of yours seems to work really good for you, but how good are you at wrestling?  While we have our willing friend here, why don’t you show me some of your moves?”  The two well-muscled Marines grin at one another and begin trading off executing holds on Dave’s worked over physique.  By this time, the young stud is unable to resist.

The two big men have a great time showing the teenage muscle star their stuff, alternating between punishing holds and finishing holds, using full nelsons, leg locks, abdominal stretches, and nerve holds they take turns twisting and tearing at Dave’s thick muscles.

They finish with Dave on his back, each Marine anchoring one foot on his lats and the other on his neck.  Gripping his arm in a wrist lock, they each lean back leaving the young stud screaming in pain.

As Dave flops around on the canvas, the big musclemen crank up even more pressure.  Chuck takes position near Dave’s feet and drops to anchor his thighs with Chuck’s knees.  The powerful heavyweight laughs at the helpless fighter and shouts, “This is for my buddy, ass-hole” and begins firing powerful fists into Dave’s unprotected abs.  Series after series of right/left combinations rain down on the helpless fighter’s beaten body.   Chuck viciously beats the shit out of him until there was nothing left.

Semi-conscious, Dave is dragged out the back door to the parking lot but Chuck isn’t done with him yet.  He slaps the big guy around and when he comes to, the teenage bodybuilding champ lifts the beaten stud across his massive shoulders and locks him in the rack.  Dave is staggered, stunned and helpless.  The kid flexes his mighty physique, his massive arms going to work on Dave’s ruined muscles.  Dave struggles, but in vain.  The big Marines are impressed by the kid’s amazing build and cheer him on to finish the big stud off.  Dave is quickly forced into complete submission, but his jaw is locked down so tight that he can’t mouth the words.  Chuck’s massive biceps flex larger and larger as he pours on the coal, arching Dave’s muscular back like a bow.   He takes the rugged fighter to the edge of endurance then backs of slightly, leaving Dave to wail in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks.  Chuck flexes his bodybuilder physique, showing off for his muscular audience of two until the young fighter can take no more.  One more powerful flex of the bodybuilding champion’s muscles and the tough stud is out cold.

Chuck powers Dave’s beaten body twice more just to make sure, then sadly admits that the big guy has had enough.  Chuck laughs as he tosses Dave’s unconscious body into the bed of his truck. “I really wanted to give him a lot more punishment.  I guess the wimp just couldn’t stand up to this much teenage muscle!”  as Chuck pops a perfect double-biceps pose.  The Marines admire the kid’s work and dedication, then toss Dave’s gym bag in his truck after him.

Following a round of high-fives the three victorious musclemen head off into the night.