[see Frat Wars, Hair versus Hair for the backstory to this match]
Apollo’s
Handicapped Match
A Redneck Arena and Frat Wars Crossover Match
By
The Mangler
Tonight’s main event in the Redneck Arena was the
consequence of a match between two fraternities in the local area. Apollo had tried to skirt the rules of the match
to win. Unfortunately, he had abused
Alex, who was refereeing the match, which he learned, much to his chagrin, was
not something to do, or at least not lightly.
Tonight, he was involved in a handicapped match involving Alex and The
Choirboy. The Choirboy had a reputation
as a heel’s heel and felt most anything was fair game. Alex was more fair-minded, but for tonight,
felt that Apollo needed a lesson.
To further complicate things, the commissioner of the Redneck Arena League had appointed Tim as the referee for the match. Tim was a referee in the league but was also a wrestler in a different league. After some problems in a match he was refereeing, he had become a wrestler in the Redneck Arena League to solve those problems. He and the Choirboy had then teamed up as a mismatched Tag Team, because while Choirboy was a heel, Tim was more a face. This had led to some problems and there was now some doubt if the tag team would continue or not. This is why appointing Tim ref, caused some raised eyebrows. But that is exactly what the commissioner was looking for. He liked chaos, uncertainty and bedlam in his league. So, of course, he leaned toward the heels, but had learned long ago not to underestimate the faces either.
Tim was 6’1” and 215 pounds of raw masculinity. Tonight, he was dressed in tight black ref’s
pants and his obligatory striped shirt.
He sighed as he stopped outside the Choirboy’s dressing room. He wasn’t sure where they stood or where they
were headed as a tag team or as friends.
He entered the room.
“Okay, just wanted to say hi,” he started.
“Yeah, well hi and bye fuckwad,” was the Choirboy’s
response. He was standing there in his
white trunks, white kneepads and white wrestling boots. He had an angelic look and looked to be about
16 years of age. However, his looks and
his name were a misnomer, because he was one vicious wrestler and a worthy
opponent.
“If that is the way you want it. Just remember, I ref a fair fight and I know
most of your tricks.”
“You know nothing about me. I have more devious moves that even you can
imagine. But rest easy, I won’t need
them tonight This amateur just needs a good introduction to real deviousness in
the wrestling world and I can do that.
Plus, if I pulled out all the stops, I’d be run out of town. And I still have a few lessons to teach you
before I leave.” As he had been saying
this, he had moved closer until he was standing toe to toe with Tim. The Choirboy was 5”11” and 185 pounds, so he
gave up height and weight to Tim, but he did not give up attitude or
experience.
“Anytime dude.”
Tim then turned and left the locker room. He headed towards the room that Alex was
using tonight. Due to the nature of animosities
between wrestlers in the league, the redneck arena had a series of small locker
rooms so that wrestlers could be kept isolated if they desired.
Tim stopped just before entering Alex’s room. He had very mixed feeling about Alex, most of
them hatred, but some of them understanding.
Their last meeting had definitely gone against Tim.
Finally, he pushed open the door and entered. He saw Alex standing there in his trademark
Canadian maple leaf flag trunks. Alex
stood 5’10 and weighed 205 pounds. He
had dark brown hair and a well trimmed beard.
He was very muscular, cut and defined.
Alex looked up as Tim entered. “Hey, you decided to wear some clothes
today? How original.”
“Is that how you really want to start this
conversation? I am going to be
refereeing your match after all.”
“Just speaking the truth dude. Last time I saw you, you were naked. As for your refereeing, how did you arrange
that? Looking to get in some cheap shots
or full out revenge?”
“I DIDN’T arrange it or ask for it. Blame the commish for that shit. As for cheap shots, not my style. Revenge for sure but that’ll be just you and
me.”
Alex laughs, “Okay dude whatever. Just keep an eye on your partner and make
sure he doesn’t go overboard on Apollo.
The dude needs a lesson, not a fucking beating.”
“Hey, this match was your idea not mine.”
“But I mistakenly assumed that the commish would be
content with a good jobber boy match. I
didn’t anticipate him looking for complete one sided beatdown.”
“And that won’t happen….for Apollo,” Tim sneered
before leaving the locker room to go see Apollo.
As Tim left, Alex murmured “Yep, looks like I’m
getting my ass beat tonight. At least
that is what the commissioner hopes for.
And he’s probably right.”
Tim made his way to the final locker room and marched
right in. He had no issues with Apollo
and so didn’t see any problems.
“Hey, I’m Tim and I’m going to be your ref tonight.”
“Great, so a three on one is it?” Apollo replied.
“NO, it is not.
Look, the commissioner is up to his usual bullshit, but I promise you
that I’m not here to help you get your ass kicked or look the other way. But, make no mistakes. You are in a handicapped match against one of
the nastier heels in the business and his partner, while fairer, is still
pissed at you. So, my advice is make it
look good, take your beating and get out of dodge.”
“Whatever dude.
Let’s just get this farce over with so I can get on with my life.” The anger oozing out of Apollo was palpable.
Tim turned and left the room. “What the fuck did I allow myself to get
roped into,” he mumbled as he headed for the ring.
As Tim exited the room and turned into the staging
area near the ring, he did not see Alex
walk into his
opponent’s dressing room where Apollo had just finished getting dressed. Apollo stood 6’1” and weighed 205
pounds. He had a totally bald head, a
result of the hair match against Thor and the reasons for tonight’s match. He
was wearing royal purple trunks, white knee pads and black wrestling
boots.
He looked up when Alex walked in. “What are you doing here? Come to harass me about how I’m going to get
beat up in an unfair match.”
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Tim walked down the covered walkway toward the
ring. Many in the crowd were from the
university there in support or opposition to Apollo. However, they were still outnumbered by the
regular fans of the redneck arena. In
truth, many of the frat guys were a little nervous of the crowd. There was applause and cheers from the men of
Beta Tau Phi who were looking forward to Apollo getting his deserved
beatdown. Yelling the loudest was Thor
who was Apollo’s victim in their frat wars match. Thor and the rest of the men all had very
short haircuts as their hair was slowly growing back in after having to shave
it. The non-frat members of the crowd
were cheering in support of a beatdown.
There were an equal number of boos and insults from
the men of Lambda Chi Alpha. They were
there to support their brother, Apollo.
They all had bald heads. They too
had been shaved after the frat war match, but had decided to keep their heads
shaved to support Apollo. Many of them also found that they had gotten some
props from the ladies as well. They
were pissed that Apollo had to have this match.
Shortly after Tim arrived in the ring, Apollo was
announced and came strutting down the covered walkway. He waved at member of Lambda Chi and shot
Members of Beta Phi a double one fingered salute. He tried to exude confidence but many could
tell that he was nervous. He leapt over
the ropes, was checked over by Tim for foreign bodies and then went to a
neutral corner.
Alex was the next wrestler announced. He received more boos than cheers due to his
fair nature in refereeing and in wrestling.
He did receive some cheers from the Betas who were anxious to see him
teach Apollo a lesson.
When Choirboy made his appearance, the cheers were
overwhelming drowning out the boos from the Lambdas. This audience was excited to see the Choirboy
go to town on Apollo, the young babyface.
Which was ironic as Choirboy looked like a babyface himself. But the crowd knew differently.
Choirboy stood on the ring apron as Alex and Apollo
approached the middle of the ring as the bell was rung. Apollo was a little tentative, while Alex
appeared confident and ready to wrestle.
They met in the middle of the ring and locked up in a
collar and elbow. This hold was quickly
broken, however, as Alex delivered a knee up into the side and flank of
Apollo. Apollo released the hold, and
Alex quickly grabbed him by the head and did a hip toss to the ring floor. When Apollo bounced back up quickly, Alex repeated
this move twice more. On the last hip
toss he followed Apollo to the mat and applied a side headlock. He held the hold for several minutes before,
he released the hold, stood up and pulled Apollo to his feet.
Once Apollo was on his feet, Alex grabbed him by his
head, wrapped his arm over his body and dropped back down to the mat. He used his legs to stretch Apollo’s legs as
he wrapped him in a spladle. Apollo lay
there wide open. Alex reached down with
his free hand and gentle tapped Apollo on the balls. “This is a bad position to find yourself in.”
“Stop that.
I’m not into that shit.”
Alex laughed.
“In pro wrestling no one cares what you are ‘into’. As a matter of fact, the more not into you
are the more your opponent is going to take advantage.” As he said this, Alex took his hand and
rubbed in across Apollo’s nipples and pecs.
“Fucking stop that gay shit,” he screamed.
The next thing he knew there was a tremendous pain
exploding in his crotch. Choirboy had
leaped over the rope and delivered a stomp into the exposed balls and groin of
Apollo. When the foot connected, Apollo
jerked with the pain and managed to pull himself out of the spladle.
Tim approached Choirboy “hey, there has been no tag. Out of the ring. And watch the low blows.”
“Hey, if the asshole is gonna make those homophobic
remarks, he’s gonna pay,” Choirboy intoned as he backed out of the ring.
As Apollo pulled free from the hold, Alex rolled over
and stood up. He glared at Choirboy as
Tim pushed him out of the ring. He
started to say something to the Choirboy, but was interrupted when Apollo
delivered a foot into his groin from the mat.
As Alex doubled over, Apollo reached up, grabbed a handful of hair and
yanked Alex’s head down to the mat slamming it in. Alex dropped flat.
When Tim turned back into the action, he saw that
Apollo had Alex in a Boston crab and was bouncing to apply as much pressure to
the back as possible. Alex was grunting
in pain. Tiring of the hold, Apollo
released the crab, stood up and delivered a series of stomps to Alex’s lower
back. He then pulled Alex to his feet
and slung him across the ring and into the ropes.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying attention and threw
Alex into the ropes near Choirboy. As
Alex hit the ropes and bounced off, Choirboy reached out and tagged his
hand. Alex rebounded into the ring where
he was met by Apollo’s foot into the abdomen.
As he doubled over, Apollo locked him into a reverse headlock and
delivered a DDT.
Before Apollo could take advantage of the situation,
however, Choirboy began delivering a series of stomps into his chest and
abdomen. He wasn’t aware of the tag and
wasn’t ready for the onslaught. After
delivering his series of stomps, Choirboy reached down, grabbed both ankles,
lifted them into the air and then delivered a head drop into the exposed nuts.
Tim was immediately onto Choirboy berating him for
the low blow. Choirboy simply ignored
him, grabbed the ankles again, lifted them up and this time dropped a leg drop
into the groin. As Choirboy stood up,
Tim was in front of him.
“Watch the damned low blows. Another one and I’ll
disqualify you.”
“If pussyboy here wants to be a pro wrestler, he
doesn’t need coddling by a goody two shoes like you,” Choirboy yelled as he got
nose to nose with Tim.
“Just follow the damned rules,” was Tim’s reply.
Choirboy just laughed and turned towards Apollo who
was slowly getting to his feet. Apollo
didn’t realize that he was near Alex in the corner, until he felt Alex pull him
back into the corner and grab his arms over the top rope.
Seizing the opportunity, Choirboy charged into the wide-open
college boy with a shoulder block into the abs.
He then grabbed the middle rope on each side and delivered a series of
five more shoulder blocks into the abs, stopping just before Tim got the count
of five.
Tim looked at Alex and said “no outside interference
asshole.”
“The kid needs to learn what tag team wrestling is
all about,” Alex replied.
While this exchange had been going on, Choirboy had
pulled Apollo out into the ring and delivered a closed fist to the chin,
knocking Apollo backward. He then
delivered a foot into the abs, followed by DDT.
When Apollo was lying on the mat, Choirboy began a series of stomps and
knees into the biceps. He was trying to
disable Apollo’s arms.
Choirboy flipped Apollo over onto his stomach, grabbed
the right wrist and forced it up his back.
He repeated the same maneuver with the left wrist. Choirboy was now positioned at Apollo’s head. He sat on the mat, placed his feet on the
shoulders of Apollo and then pulled both wrists up sharply toward his
head. He then proceeded to do a “rowing
motion” where he would push Apollo’s wrists towards his waist, and then lean
backward pulling the wrists up the back.
Each time he leaned back he tried to pull the wrists higher and higher. Apollo screamed with each row as the pressure
of his shoulders was increasing.
After several “rows”, Choirboy released the wrists,
got to his feet, pulled Apollo up and lifted him in preparation for a body
slam. Prior to doing the slam, he was
able to get both of Apollo’s arms trapped behind his back so the force of the
slam would be on both of his shoulders. He repeated this move a second time,
but this time did a power slam. Apollo’s
arms where slowly being tortured and taken out of commission.
After the power slam, Choirboy lifted Apollo up,
flipped him over and then dropped down, driving the right shoulder of Apollo
into his right knee. He then repeated
the maneuver with the left shoulder before dropping him to the mat.
After the second shoulder breaker, Choirboy stood up
and looking down at Apollo just laughed, “Welcome to the big leagues, college
boy.”
Choirboy then stepped back in preparation for his
next move, but was surprised when Alex reached over the ropes and tagged
himself in.
Choirboy turned and yelled “What the fuck? My fun was just beginning.”
“Well it’s my turn now, so out of my way.”
Initially Choirboy just stood in front of Alex and
stared. He had been looking forward to
inflicting some pain and abuse on Apollo and wasn’t happy with the turn of
events. Tim just stood off to the side
and watched the two reluctant tag team partners and their stare down. He knew he should really be trying to get
Choirboy out of the ring, but as the two facing off were teammates, he decided
to let it play out. Finally, Choirboy
said “have it your way cupcake” before gently tapping Alex on the jaw and then
exiting the ring. “At least for now,” he
whispered so only Tim could hear. He
then winked at Tim, who in spite of himself got a little smile on his face
before smothering it and turning back to the action.
Choirboy thought to himself “hey, Tim might just come
around yet.” He then got an evil sneer
on his face. One that was caught by the
commissioner as he had been watching this exchange intently. He also got a big smile.
Alex approached Apollo who had managed to sit
up. He was massaging his right shoulder
which seemed to have taken the brunt of Choirboy’s abuse. Seeing this, Alex grabbed the right arm and
twisted it into an armbar at the same time he pulled Apollo to his feet. He then backed down the arm to where he was
holding just the wrist and twisted forcing Apollo to lean forward. He then delivered a couple of kicks up into
the armpit and shoulder. Apollo screamed
as he felt like this shoulder was going to pop out.
Alex then bent the arm behind Apollo’s back, grabbed
him behind the head and charged him into the opposite corner shoulder
first. He maneuvered Apollo so that his
shoulder went between the turnbuckles and slammed into the corner post between
the second and lower rope. Apollo
dropped to his knees in the corner. When
Tim got between Alex and Apollo to push him back into the ring, Choirboy
approached from the outside of the ring, grabbed the right arm and began
slamming it into the ring post at the shoulder level.
When Alex saw the look on Choirboy’s face, his sense
of fair play kicked in and he pushed Tim to the side in order to get to the
corner. He then grabbed Apollo around
the waist, pulled him out of the corner and dropped back into a suplex,
slamming Apollo into the mat.
Before Alex could get off the mat, Tim was
approaching and screaming, “Hey asshole,” before he delivered a stomp down into
Alex’s balls. “You don’t fucking hit or
push the goddamn ref,” he continued screaming.
With each word, he slammed his foot down into Alex’s lower abdomen or
groin. The pain exploded across Alex’s
abdomen. The beatdown he had been expected had arrived.
Tim was somewhat surprised by his actions, as he had
intended to ref a fair fight, but all his emotions had reached an exploding
point and this felt good and right.
“Now that’s what the hell I’m talking about partner,”
Choirboy gleefully yelled as he climbed into the ring. He grabbed Tim in a bearhug and said, “Let’s
teach this asshole what real tag team wrestling is all about.”
When he released Tim, Choirboy threw his hand up in a
high five fashion and was immediately given that High five by Tim. “Let’s knock him loopy first,” was Tim’s
reply. The Choirboy laughed and walked toward
the corner. He looked out at the
commissioner and gave him his nastiest grin and flashed a thumb’s up. The real
Choirboy was about to make an appearance.
Apollo was ignored for the moment as he lay on the
mat. Tim reached down and pulled Alex to
his feet using a handful of hair. He
then pulled Alex into an inverted bearhug in preparation for a pile
driver. At the same time, Choirboy
climbed to the top rope planning on jumping off and onto Alex doubling the
power of the piledriver. Alex was going
to be put out of it. Then the fun could
really begin. Choirboy knew he had to
take the opportunity to get Tim to where he wanted him to be as a tag team
partner.
Apollo had regained his feet and was assessing the
situation trying to decide which way he was going to go. He thought of his earlier conversation with
Alex.
“Look dude, you brought this on yourself. You had no problems trying to break the rules
when it benefited you, but now you want to bitch and moan. I don’t care if you want to be a face or a
heel, but if you’re going for heel you better know what the hell you are
doing. And be prepared to face the
consequences when you lose. Consider
tonight a lesson in getting screwed.”
“Fuck you dude.”
“Yeah whatever.
Well you’ll probably get some sense of revenge tonight.”
“How do you figure that? It’s two on one, or really three on one with
me as the one.”
“Simple.
The commissioner has assigned Tim to ref the match. He is Choirboy’s tag team partner, although
they are having issues at the moment.
And I humiliated Tim – something he deserved. So, I’m sure at some point tonight, he is
going to turn on me and then it’s going to be three on one. If that is what you want.”
“Why wouldn’t I want that??”
“Depends on the reputation you want to have. One who needs help to win a match, or one who
cheats, finagles and wins a match fair and square.”
“That doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Apollo began.
“You know what the fuck I mean. So, when Tim does turn on me, you have a
choice to make. Just do what is right for you and not what is convenient. Just remember, my memory is long and I get
REVENGE and usually very public revenge. Tim got lucky it was somewhat
private. Well Sorta private.” Alex turned to leave.
“You really think he will turn on you??”
“Oh, I can almost guarantee it. That’s why the commissioner chose him. Tim hasn’t quite figured out who he is going
to be in this league. Until he does
that, he is quite susceptible to suggestions from others. You just figure out what it is YOU want and
then do it. Oh, by the way, I would
advise you to be very careful of the commissioner. I suspect he is going to try and rope you
into fighting over here. The
commissioner looks out for only person – himself. You aren’t ready to be over here full time.”
As Alex walked out the door, he turned and
said. “Just remember, don’t trust those
two. After they finish with me, you may
be fair game as well.” With that he
turned and walked out the door.
“What I want is to beat your fucking ass. This is all because of you,” Apollo said as
he rubbed his hand across his bald head.
“Yeah, even three on one sounds right.”
Apollo had thought about which way he wanted to play
the scenario. He had been thinking about
it before the match, so the variables were already imbedded in his brain. He had thought he knew what he wanted to do
so his decision was quickly reached and it surprised the hell out of him.
He took two steps toward Tim and Alex and then spun
around delivering a spinning kick to the lower back of Alex which would be the
mid chest of Tim. The force of this
caused Tim to stumble backwards trying to regain his balance. Alex, sensing what was happening, grabbed
onto one of Tim’s legs and then pulled his head upward. The result was that Tim
fell flat to his back slamming his head and upper back into the mat. With the weight of Alex on top of him, the
air was forced from his lung. Alex,
being on top, avoided a similar fate.
Immediately after delivering the back kick, Apollo
turned and raced to the corner where Choirboy was now perched on the top rope,
one foot on each side of the turnbuckle getting ready to jump off. Reaching the corner, Apollo slammed into the
ankles of the Choirboy, causing his feet to slip off the ropes and out of the
ring. Unfortunately for the Choirboy, he
was leaning slightly forward so that while his feet went outside the ring, his
lower abdomen and crotch went toward the inside of the ring. The result was that he slammed full force and
balls first into the turnbuckle. The
pain exploded like a nuclear bomb out of his balls, up into his abdomen and
chest. All the air in his lungs was
forced out and he began gasping for breath.
He looked like a fish that had just been brought onto shore.
Realizing that he had only a limited opportunity, and
being well aware that Choirboy could easily kick his ass, Apollo jumped with
both feet onto the lower ring ropes and applied a cross face sleeper hold to
the Choirboy. Even though the Choirboy
tried to struggle and break out of the hold, the force of the ring post to his
balls made this impossible. He succumbed
to the sleeper and Apollo finally stepped back into the ring, pulling the
Choirboy with him before dropping him to the mat. The crowd was stunned into silence.
Apollo then turned back to the center of the ring,
where he found Alex sitting on Tim’s chest and delivering a series of fists and
elbows to Tim’s head and chest. The blows were fast and furious. At last, Alex stopped the blows, stood up
beside Tim, reached down grabbed his by the hair and pulled him to a sitting
position. He then dropped to his ass
behind Tim and pulled him into a sleeper.
He wrapped his legs around Tim’s waist to try and further control
him. As Tim tried to struggle out of the
hold, Apollo walked over, sat down on Tim’s legs and anytime Tim mounted any
defense, Apollo slugged him about the head.
In a matter of moments, Tim was also out. Alex released the hold.
Apollo looked at Alex and said, “Now what.”
Alex replied, “We tie these two assholes up in the
ropes, Tim’s favorite position by the way, and then you and I finish this
bout.”
Apollo stared at Alex, and then said “Sounds
good. But you owe me one for not turning
on you.”
“Great, I’ll repay that outside the ring. In the ring, you’re fair game.”
“Deal,” Apollo said as he extended his hand. They both shook on it and there were no cheap
shots. The crowd booed at this turn of
events and the commissioner locked apoplectic.
As Alex pulled Tim over to the ropes, with Apollo’s
help, he looked at the commissioner and said, “Don’t have a stroke dude. The match will continue shortly.”
Tim was then tied into the ropes in his “usual
position”. His arms were trapped between
the top two ropes with him facing the crowd.
His trunks and jock strap are removed, the laces from the top of his
wrestling shoes were untied and then tied to his balls and his feet dropped
down. His feet were now pulling his
balls down and he wouldn’t be able to get purchase on the apron to relieve the
pressure. Alex told Apollo to start
getting Choirboy ready on the opposite side of the ring. He then walked over to the cage where a
friend of his passed him a roll of duct tape.
Alex used this to wrap around the ring ropes and time wrists, to make sure
that Tim couldn’t shake himself free.
Choirboy was strung up on the opposite ring ropes in
a similar position and was also duct taped to the ropes. The crowd cheered its approval at the change
of events, but were still disappointed that the handicapped match, or the
beatdown of Alex wasn’t going to continue. Both of the wrestlers were gagged
with their own jock straps and a piece of duct tape placed over the mouth to
hold it in position. Both wrestlers were
then slapped awake. Once they realized
their positions, they began shouting and struggling. However, due to the gags very little sound
came out.
Alex then stood in the middle of the ring, shot the
commissioner a double fuck you and then turned back into the ring, where he was
met with a standing dropkick from Apollo.
The unexpected blow forced him back into the ring ropes (where nobody
was tied). As he bounced off the ropes,
he was met with a running lariat which drove him down to the mat. The lariat had been so powerful that he
actually somersaulted and landed face first on the mat. Apollo followed up with a leg drop across the
lower back and then began a series of stomps to the lower back.
The crowd was screaming their approval as the
wrestling match was back on; it appeared that Apollo was out for blood, and
there was no ref available. Well he was available but he was just hanging out
at the moment. The commissioner was
looking a little happier now. Things
were back to normal at the redneck arena.
After finishing with the stomps, Apollo stepped over Alex,
facing his feet, grabbed both legs and pulled them up and locking them under
his armpits before sitting down. He now
had Alex locked into a boston crab.
“Comon guy, just give up and save yourself a beating,” Apollo taunted.
“No way in hell asshole”, was Alex’s reply. He then began to slowly crawl toward the
ropes. He was finally able to reach the
ropes by stretching and then yelled, “Hey, I’m in the ropes. You have to break.”
Apollo looked over his shoulder to confirm that Alex
had reached the ropes, sighed and then released the hold. He jumped to his feet and threw his hands in
the air, playing to the crowd. Seizing
his advantage, Alex slowly stood back to his feet. When Apollo turned toward
Alex, he was met with a running dropkick, knocking him back into the ropes
where Choirboy was tied up. Their heads
knocked together and Apollo fell forward into the ring.
Alex then delivered a series of knee drops and stomps
into Apollo’s lower back before settling into a boston crap. He would raise and
drop his ass to increase the pain.
Apollo was moaning as his back and his head hurt at this point. Following Alex’s example, he managed to grab
the ropes. “I’m in the ropes,” he
declared.
Alex just ignored him. “Hey man, I’m in the ropes, you have to
break,” Apollo screamed.
Alex just laughed and said “Tell it to the ref
dude. Oh wait, we ain’t got one
available. Sucks to be you.”
With that, Alex, stood slightly and pulled Apollo
back to the middle of the ring. He then
settled back down into the crab. “Hey if
you like this hold, this next part should be fun.” He then dropped the left leg
and with his right hand reached down and grabbed Apollo by the balls. He began to slowly increase the pressure
until he was squeezing almost full strength.
Apollo at first was moaning and whimpering.
“Stop. Unfair, break the hold.”
Alex just taunted him, “I told you tell the ref.”
However, by
the end he was screaming full out and thrashing about. It was getting difficult for Alex to maintain
the hold but his message had been sent.
Alex finally released the hold.
Apollo curled into the fetal position holding his nuts. Alex walked over and knelt next to him. He leaned over and said “gotta remember where
you are dude. The redneck arena, not the
campus wrestling ring. If there is not
ref around, some people are going to take advantage. Normally, I wouldn’t but for a prick like you,
I’m gonna.” He then laughed.
Alex grabbed a double handful of hair, pulled Apollo
to his feet, bent him over, tucked his head under his armpit and dropped
backward delivering a DDT to the college wrestler. He repeated this one more time. He then rolled Apollo onto this stomach, sat
on the upper back, draped each of Apollo’s arms over his knees, then locked his
hand under Apollo’s chin and lifted up.
The camel clutch was perfectly applied.
Apollo looked out into the audience and was looking directly at the
commissioner. He mouthed the words
“help” but not much sound came out.
“Number one,” Alex intoned, “the commish likes
watching a good beatdown, squash or double team. So, he wouldn’t help you out. Remember that. He is out only for himself and to hell with
everyone else.”
“Number two, not a good idea to blindside someone
unless you are willing to follow it up. Now, I will say that blindsiding me was
a perfect move and a chance for you to get the upper hand. But you gotta follow up. Releasing the hold just because I reached the
ropes was a dumb move in the Redneck Arena especially when the ref is ‘out of commission’. Now in a “fair” fight between two wresters,
then a good idea. But not here.” When he said the last, Alex, placed each
index finger in Apollo’s mouth and stretched his cheeks out causing the commish
to see a pained grin from Apollo.
The commissioner laughed, clapped his hands and
screamed “Aahh, there may be hope for you yet Alex.”
Alex just screamed “fuck off asshole”, in reply.
He then bounced a couple of time to increase the
pressure, while maintaining the fish hook.
“now, where were we?? Oh yes
number three. Never, ever, ever, turn
your back on your opponent. That is a
stupid ass, rookie maneuver as is pandering to the crowd. Once inside those ropes you need to
concentrate and pay attention to what is happening in the ring.”
Alex then dropped down and pulled up increasing the
pressure of the clutch before finally, releasing the hold and standing up. Apollo dropped to the mat.
Giving him no time to recover, Alex kicked Apollo
over onto this back and then lifted both legs up by the ankle and separating
them. Apollo began to beg “no man, not
another ball shot please.”
Alex just smirked and began delivering a series of
stomps and kicks into the upper right thigh near to where it joined the
abdomen. After several blow he released
the left leg and then jumped toward Apollo’s head, stretching the leg upward
and down until his almost touched the mat near Apollo’s head. As he let go at the last minute, Apollo
screamed as his leg sprung back.
Apollo tried to role away but was unsuccessful as
Alex grabbed the leg and repeated the maneuver twice more. He then backed up to the ropes and stood
watching as Apollo pulled himself across the ring and used the ropes to attempt
to stand. His right leg was weak from
the abuse, but he managed to get to an upright position.
While waiting at the ropes, Alex realized that the Choirboy
was tied into the ropes behind him.
While never taking his eyes off Apollo he reached down with the right
hand and reached between Choirboy’s legs where he grabbed the laces of the
wrestling shoes tied to choirboy’s ball.
He then jerked the laces toward, increasing the pressure on the balls.
He did this twice more and each time was rewarded by a loud muffled scream from
the choirboy.
Once Apollo reached his feet, Alex shouted “See,
never took my eyes off my opponent, but managed to give my partner here a
little attention too.”
Alex laughed and then charged across the ring. As Apollo stepped into the ring to try and
meet Alex, Alex spun around and delivered a kick into the side of Apollo’s
right thigh. As he stepped back from the
kick, Apollo’s leg gave out under him and he fell back to the ring ropes. Alex charge in with a lariat and propelled
Apollo over the ropes and onto the floor.
When he hit the floor, Apollo just lay there, a
little dazed. Alex looked down at him on
the floor and decided it was time for another lesson for Apollo. He left the ring, turned and smiled at the
commissioner and then went over to Apollo.
Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled Apollo to his feet and then
delivered a DDT. Not allowing a confused
Apollo any opportunity to get his bearings back, he again pulled him to his
feet. This time he pulled Apollo’s right
wrist back behind his back. The then
grabbed the back of the apollo’s trunks and kept his other hand on the wrist. He then charged Apollo toward the ring and
slammed his right shoulder into the corner ring post.
After the impact, which had elicited a scream from
apollo, he kept him upright. He removed
apollo’s right arm from around his back, threaded the arm inside the ring and
around the ring post and then shoved the wrist back behind his back. He then began pushing upward on the wrist,
bringing increasing pain to apollo’s shoulder.
He felt like it was being dislocated.
“Please, stop, no more, no more. Ahhh, my shoulder,” he screamed.
Alex simply smirked, held the pressure a few more
seconds then released the arm. It took Apollo
a few seconds to realize that the hold had been released. When he did, he was able to pull his arm from
around the ring post and dropped to the floor.
Once he was one his knees, Alex grabbed the right wrist again. Pulled the
arm up and delivered to kicks into the armpit, each kick causing more pain into
the shoulder.
He then released the arm and leaned down next to
Apollo. “Never give your opponent an
opening. If you want to play in the big leagues you’d better smarten up. Many opponents wouldn’t be as gentle as I am
being,” Alex intoned.
“Gentle??” Apollo managed to grasp out.
“Yes, Gentle.
My partner over there would be taking you apart without regret.” He then grabbed Apollo and threw him back
into the ring. He followed him closely
and locked on a chicken wing to the right shoulder.
He applied as much pressure as possible until Apollo
began screaming, “I give, no more, I submit.”
Instead of releasing the hold, Alex leaned up by his
ear and whispered, “There isn’t a ref around to accept your submission, so I
get to do what I want to you. Many
opponents, especially in the redneck arena would take advantage of that. I’m not sure if I’m going to or not.” For the first time, Apollo felt a twinge of
fear.
“Please don’t’, just stop, I give.”
Alex then released the hold, stood up and gave the
right shoulder two kicks and then a knee drop.
Apollo was rolling around in the ring in pain. He was almost in tears.
Alex, then dropped down and locked on a sleeper. Pure instinct caused Apollo to struggle
against the hold but it was useless. He
slowly succumbed to the sleeper and was out.
Alex released him, dropped him to the mat, stood and placed his foot on
Apollo’s chest. He then did a double
bicep’s pose. Many in the crowd were
cheering, but his frat brothers were booing.
Regular fans of the redneck arena were also booing as they wanted to see
a true beat down.
Alex, then walked over to Tim, who was struggling in
the ropes. “I need you to declare me the
winner to make this match official,” he intoned and he reached around and
yanked the duct tape over the mouth off.
The scream that Tim produced was muffled by the jockstrap in his
mouth. Alex then reached over and removed
the jock strap.
“Fuck you asshole, I ain’t declaring you
anything. You attacked a ref. if anybody won this match it was….” Tim’s rant was interrupted by a loud scream
coming from him. While he had been shouting, Alex had reached through the
ropes, grabbed Tim’s balls and pulling back and squeezing.
“I can do this all day, buttercup,” Alex
laughed. “So, either declare me the
winner or you’re your nuts decimated.”
Tim said nothing for a moment then said, “Alex is the
winner of the match.”
“Louder asshole, so they can hear you in the back
row.”
“ALEX IS THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH.”
Alex then released the balls and stood with his hands
in the air.
“You are going to pay for this asshole. You’d better watch yourself because I’m
coming after you and then you’ll regret,” His rant was again interrupted as
Alex pushed the jock back into this mouth and reapplied the duct tape.
Alex exited the ring, turned toward the commissioner
and screamed “FUCK YOU” before he headed toward the exit.
He turned and looked back at the two bound wrestlers
in the rope and the unconscious wrestler in the ring. He could image the scene that was going to
erupt once the two were free. Sighing,
he walked back to the ring, reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Apollo by one
of his boots and pulled him out of the ring.
He then threw him over his shoulder and exited the arena back into the
locker rooms muttering, “Why the hell do I always do the right thing??” Once in the locker rooms, he dressed, without
taking a shower.
He then walked over and begin slapping Apollo until
he came around.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled.
“You got taught a lesson. Now if I were you, I would grab my stuff and
get the fuck out of here. Don’t even
bother dressing. Cause if Tim and the
Choirboy find you back here when they get free, you aren’t going to like what
happens at all. Make the match seem like
the little leagues.”
Although he was out of it, the words did sink in and
Apollo tried to stand. He was fairly
unsteady however and wasn’t quite oriented yet.
Alex had started for the door. He opened it and could hear the screaming and
shouting coming from the arena as Tim and Choirboy were being freed. He turned and looked at Apollo moving like a
drunk.
“Not my problem.
It’s really isn’t my problem,” Alex mumbled as he went back into the
locker room. He grabbed Apollo’s gym bag
with his clothes and his possessions, locked an arm around Apollo and began
walking towards the door.
Apollo tried to pull away. Alex opened the door where the cursing
shouting and general mayhem could be heard coming closer. “If you aren’t out of here soon, they will be
your fate,” Alex said.
Apollo relaxed and allowed himself to be led out the
back door still dressed in his wrestling gear.
Just before the door slammed, he could hear the Choirboy screaming,
“Where the hell are those bastards? No
one does that to the Choirboy and gets away with it.” They heard the dressing room door being
slammed open.
Alex helped Apollo over to the parking area where the
men of the Lambda Chi Alpha were waiting.
As he drug him in that direction, he told Apollo, “Give me a call if you
want more advice about how to proceed from here. Or learn it the hard way.”
He deposited Apollo with his frat brothers. Some of the brothers where posturing and
threatening Alex. He looked at them and
advised that they disappear fast before real trouble started when Tim and/or
Choirboy came outside. The brothers
departed with Apollo in tow.
Amazingly enough, Apollo did called Alex to set up a
meeting to talk wrestling. But that
meeting didn’t go the way Apollo planned. Some people were a little slow at
learning.
Alex then got into his SUV and began driving
away. “Okay Alex, my friend. You seem to have gotten yourself into a bit
of hot water.” He then laughed out
loud. “Okay a whole hell of a lot of hot
water.” And he knew that the day would
come when He would need to answer for that.
So, he had to start planning how to change that outcome.
Nice match. Always fan of handicap matches. And nice plot twists despite the fact I missed a 3on1 beating of either Apollo or Alex lol. Hope there will be a 3on1 beatings in future stories hehe
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Always a possibility for a 3 0n 1. I think that Alex is coming up for a lesson!!!!
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