Apollo's Handicapped Match

 [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.