Alex's Beatdown

 

Alex’s Beatdown

By

The Mangler

The crowd at the Redneck Arena [see History of the Redneck Arena for more information] was getting anxious.  It was time for the match that they had come to see, Tim versus Alex.  They knew that Tim was looking for blood, but they sorta appreciated that Alex was very savvy to the ways of the Redneck Arena. They couldn’t wait to see who was going to come out ahead, although most were rooting for Tim.

The ref had already been announced for the card and the crowd was very happy that it was Taylor.  Taylor was new to the Redneck Arena, it was only his second match [see Dan’s Debut] and while the first match had been eye opening, he still wasn’t used to the levels some of the wrestlers were willing to go.

“And now for our first contestant.  Now entering the cage, weighing in at 205 pounds and standing 5’10” tall is wrestler and ref extraordinaire,  AAALLLLEEEXX.  Alex then entered the ring.  He was muscular and was wearing his trademark red Canadian maple leaf trunks.  He had matching red trunks.  He was greeted mainly with cheer, but there were some jeers and boos thrown in.

After acknowledging the crowd, Alex walked down to the ring.  However, instead of jumping into the ring, he knelt down and lifted the covering around the base of the ring and looked under.  He was looking for foreign objects and hidden wrestlers.  He did find a folding chair, which he removed back out of the cage.  He looked at all for sides before hopping into the ring. 

The ref looked at him like he was a crazy man.

“What as that all about??”, he asked

“You’re relatively new here and don’t know all the tricks of the trade for the Redneck Arena like I do,” replied Alex.

The ref checked Alex’s attire and was satisfied that all was well.  It was true that this was only the ref’s second match in the Redneck Arena and while he did have experience, it was in a tamer and more traditional wrestling league.  He hadn’t yet become seasoned to the Redneck Arena.

Alex then went to a far corner and leaned against it with his hands draped on the top ropes.  He then just stared at the entrance.  He was waiting for his appointment to appear.

“And his opponent for tonight……  Tim”, the announcer screamed.  Tim was 6'1" and 215 lbs. of raw masculinity and accepted no shit from anyone.  He had allowed his chest hair to grow back out.  He was dressed in black trunks, boots and arm bands.  He looked like he wanted to murder someone.  That someone being Alex.  He had been a ref at the Redneck Arena [see A Family Affair] but after a couple of humiliating acts, he had transitioned to wrestling.  He and Alex had several encounters and Tim had come out on the bad side each time [see Beesvs CM and Apollo’s Handicapped Match].  He was looking for some revenge.

The crowd went crazy as Tim walked into the cage.  He actually smiled at the crowd and then turned toward Alex and drew his hand across his throat.  That man had embarrassed him on two occasions and tonight was his retribution.

Alex just shot him a bird.  Tim walked down to the ring, hopped into the ring and allowed himself to be checked over.  The ref called the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and went over the instructions for the match.

He then sent each man back to their corner and told them to stay there until the bell rang.  Once each wrestler was in their corner, Tim stopped and wandered back toward the ref.  The ref walked over to meet him.  Before he started walking out, Tim signaled to one of his friends who got the crowd to cheering and roaring again.

As Alex stood warily in his corner wandering what was up, he suddenly pitched forward onto the mat, managing to get his hands out just in time to prevent his face from slamming into the mat.  He then went sliding back toward the ring post with one leg on each side and his balls slamming into the ring post.  He was pushed back into the ring and then pulled back into the corner a second time and then then a third time, before he was left laying there.

The pain had exploded from his crotch and radiated throughout his body, driving the breath from his lungs.  He wasn’t really sure what had happened.  He was dazed, so he didn’t see Choirboy laugh and then slide back under the ring.  He was dressed all in black.  That made it possible for him to haul himself up into the underside of the ring, which was painted black, making it hard to distinguish him from the background. That is how Alex missed him.

Choirboy (Chris) came to the Redneck Arena originally to take Tim to task and humiliate him [see Start of Revenge].  He had accomplished that but then in a Series of matches Tim had impressed Choirboy and they became a tag team.  They were still a little tentative as Choirboy was uber heel while Tim was more babyface.  Choirboy stood 5"11", weighed in at about 180-185 pounds, had blond hair, blue eyes and had the angelic look of a choirboy. Hence his ring name.  In fact, he looked no older than about 16.  He normally dressed all in white to exaggerate the appearance but had opted tonight for black for obvious reasons.

Seeing the Choirboy duck back under the ring, Tim pushed aside the ref, charged across the ring and delivered a leg drop across the head of Alex driving his forehead into the mat.  As the ref started across the ring to intervene, the commissioner signaled for the bell to sound officially starting the match. The ref turned and looked daggers at the bell keeper who just shrugged and smiled.

Tim had risen, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair.  He pulled Alex to his feet, locked Alex’s head under his armpit and dropped down delivering a DDT.  He rose, pulled Alex back to his feet and then charged him across the ring, slamming his forehead into the turnbuckle.  This had the desired affect at Alex was dazed and a little disoriented.  As he turned and stumbled back into the middle of the ring, Tim let loose with an NFL quality kick, with his toes landing squarely in Alex’s balls.  Alex looked like a puffer fish as the air gushed out of his lips.  He then fell to his knees.

The ref was on Tim almost immediately admonishing him.  “Watch the low blows.  I will not tolerate that shit.”

“Fuck off,” was Tim’s only reply and he moved around the ref to Alex who was still on his knees with his hands cupping his balls.  After reaching Alex, he grabbed the right wrist and pulled the right arm across his body as Tim went behind Alex.  He reached over and grabbed the left wrist and pulled the left arm across the body.  Once he had both arms in position, he pulled the wrist up to Alex’s neck, placed his knee in Alex’s upper back and begin pulling backward. Alex was now locked in a Japanese cobra hold, with his own wrists putting pressure on his carotids.  With Alex siting on his own calves, it was difficult to get much traction to pull away.

He started seeing stars and his was not able to get much air in.

Tim leaned close and whispered into his ear, “Not yet, asswipe, but welcome to your own personal hell.”  He then released Alex’s wrists, placed one hand on each side of Alex’s head and then pushed forward with all his might.  Alex’s forehead was driven into the ring mat. He was now in a world of hurt.

Tim looked at the crowd and just laughed at the cheers and applause emanating from the majority of the crowd.    He then walked over, grabbed a hand full of Alex’s hair, pulled him to his feet, then turned Alex almost 360 degrees before flinging him between the top and middle rope.  Alex went flying out of the ring to the mat without being able to get his hands up to help break his fall.  He slammed into the mat and just lay there.

Tim laughed as he made his way toward the ropes to exit the ring.  The ref got between Tim and the ring ropes and started pushing Tim backward.  Tim again signaled to his friend, out of the ref’s view, causing the friend to egg the crowd on to make more noise.

Choirboy peaked out from under the ring, and one of the guys standing there signaled it was safe for him to come out.  He crawled from under the ring and dropped a leg drop across the back of Alex’s head.  He then stood, looked into the ring and saw that Tim still had the ref occupied.  He pulled Alex to his feet, lifted him into the air and delivered an atomic drop.  As Alex moved away from the knee, Choirboy grabbed behind his head and drove him into the surrounding cage, making sure to slam the head into a post.

He then took a dazed Alex, lifted him up and dropped him stomach first onto Choirboy’s outstretched knee.  He did this once more before, dropping Alex to the floor and then sliding back under the ring.

Seeing his cue, Tim dropped to the mat and rolled out the side of the ring away from the ref.  He then moved around to Alex, lifted him up and threw him back into the ring. The ref had exited the ring and was admonishing Tim, when the ref was suddenly yanked back up against the cage.  One of the fans had managed to get his hand through the cage, and grabbed the ref by the belt in the back.  He then jerked backward, pulling the ref into the cage.  Not expecting this, the ref was not prepared and his head slammed back into the cage.  He dropped to the floor.

Seizing his opportunity, Tim charged back into the ring.  As he passed the apron he said “Come out the other side”

He then jumped back into the ring where Alex was on his hands and knees and trying to stand.  He delivered a kick into the abs dropping Alex back to the mat.  He then delivered a series of knee drops into the lower back.  Tim looked up to see Choirboy entering the ring on the other side.  He was wrapping a thin chain around his right wrist.  The look on his face was one of joy and excitement.

“Okay, Tim, let’s party before the Ref gets back.”

On the arena floor, the ref was laying on his back trying to kick himself free from the crowd.  After he had fallen to the mat, a hand had reached through the cage and grabbed his ankle. He flipped over onto his back to try and get free.  A second fan managed to insert his hand and grab the other ankle.  He was trying to work himself free.

“You got it,” was Tim’s reply as he reached down, grabbed Alex by the hair and pulled him to his feet.  He then placed each of his arms across Alex’s biceps and then behind the back, locking Alex into place.  The Choirboy walked over with a smirk on his face before reaching back and delivering a punch into Alex’s abs with is chain covered fist.

“Man, that felt good.  I am going to do it some more for fun.  At least I’m fun,” Choirboy taunted.

As he pulled his hand back to deliver the next punch, Alex tensed his body, and then flexed at the hip and knees, pulling his legs into the air and up against his body.  He then “mule” kicked both legs out as hard as he could.

As his feet connected with the upper body of the Choirboy, he felt Tim going backward from the move.  The feet connected with the Choirboy, actually lifted him off his feet, causing him to fly across the ring and slam into the mat on his back and the back of his head.  Unprepared for the blow, he wasn’t able to prepare himself for his landing.  As the back of his head hit the mat, he saw stars and the force of the blow drove the air from his lungs.

Alex was going to get lucky for once.  As Tim was driven backward, he slammed into the corner ring post. As he was falling as well as stumbling backward, his head hit the ring post.  When this happened his hold on Alex was considerably weakened.  Seizing on the opportunity while he could, Alex yanked his arms free, and then drove his right elbow backward, slamming it into Tim’s balls.  As Tim reflexively tried to bend forward, Alex wrapped his right arm around the back of Tim’s head and fell to the mat, driving Tim’s forehead into the mat in a DDT.

Alex was then able to climb to his feet, but unsteadily, turn toward the Choirboy who was just shaking off the cobwebs.  Knowing that he wasn’t at full strength and still wobbly, Alex simply dropped forward driving his forehead into Choirboy’s nuts.  Choirboy instinctively sat up and brought his hands down to protect his balls.  Alex crawled behind the Choirboy and locked on a sleeper hold.  He wrapped his legs around Choirboys arms and trunk and locked them into place.  He then squeezed for all he was worth and Choirboy began to feel the effects.

Tim, not quite as out of it as Alex had assumed, had managed to get to his hands and knees and was shaking his head. He looked around and finally managed to process what he was seeing.  He looked out of the ring and noticed that the ref had freed one foot and was close to freeing the other one.  He knew he had to do something to prevent the ref from seeing Choirboy. 

He managed to stumble to his feet and delivered a spinning kick to the back of Alex’s head.  This caused Alex to loosen his hold on Choirboy.  Tim followed up by driving a knee between the shoulders of Alex causing him to completely release his hold.  Tim pulled Alex up and ran him across the ring throwing him between the middle and top ropes.  As Alex flew out of the ring, he plowed into the ref who had just managed to get to his feet, free from the audience.  Both went down hard on the arena floor.

Tim then walked back over to the Choirboy and rolled him unceremoniously under the bottom rope and off the ring apron. Choirboy, still somewhat dazed, slammed into the arena floor.  Tim looked down at him and said, “Try and do something useful like disappear.”

Choirboy, still dazed, had enough sense to roll back under the ring and out of sight.  As he did so, he mentally cataloged Tim’s words and thought “fucking asshole.”

Tim then stalked across the ring and exited onto the floor where Alex and the ref were trying to disentangle themselves.  He picked Alex up and ran him back first into the corner ring post before rolling him back into the ring. He then turned grabbed the ref, walked him back over to the ring and pushed him in under the bottom rope as well.

“Try to keep up with the big boys,” he laughed as he hopped up onto the ring apron.

He turned and threw his hands over his head and struck a “victory” pose to the cheers of the crowd.  The next thing he knew he was flying from the ring. For Alex had managed to get up and delivered a standing drop kick to Tim’s back.   Tim managed to land on his feet, but the force of the blow caused him to stumble and fly into the cage.  Luckily, or not depending on your viewpoint, his head slammed into one of the fence posts.  He stumbled backward and landed on his ass.

Trying to take advantage of the situation, Alex began to exit the ring.  However, the ref, who had managed to stagger to his feet, grabbed him and pulled him back in the ring.  He then got between Alex and where Tim was sitting on the floor and pushed Alex back into the ring.  “Keep the fucking action in the ring,” he screamed.  He had seen enough action outside the ring for now.  He then turned and began to count Tim out.

Tim managed to slide back under the bottom rope and into the ring, with the ref holding Alex back.  Once he got to his feet, he and Alex began to circle each other.  They then locked up in a collar and elbow.  Both were still a little groggy and out of it, so the action was a little slow.  There were boos from the crowd.

Just as they broke apart, Alex delivered an elbow across the chest, staggering Tim backward.  Alex then grabbed Tim and began to whip him into the corner.  However, Tim was ready for him and reversed the whip sending Alex backward into the opposite corner.  Unfortunately, the ref had just moved in that direction and was trapped between Alex and the corner, so when Alex slammed into the corner, the ref absorbed most of the blow as he was between Alex and the corner.

Sensing an opportunity, Tim charged across the ring and delivered a shoulder tackle into Alex which forced him back into the ref and the ref into the ring post.  Tim grabbed the middle rope on each side of Alex and used them to increase the force as he repeatedly drove his shoulder into Alex’s abs.  The ref, of course, absorbed just as much punishment.  Due to the way he had first landed, the ref’s head was repeatedly slammed into the ring post.  He passed out about the 10^th shoulder slam.  Tim continued until he had delivered 20 such shoulders.  After all there was no ref to stop him.

As Tim stepped back, Alex staggered out into the ring, where he was picked up and dropped to the mat in a suplex.  The ref just dropped from the corner flat on the mat. 

Tim stood, realized that the ref was out and Alex was vulnerable.  He just laughed.  He went and rolled the ref out of the ring.  The ref landed partly on his face and broke his nose.  But he didn’t feel it as he was still out of it.

Tim shouted down to the ring floor, “Hey Choirboy, come on out.  We have the ring to ourselves for a while.”

With that he went over, tied Alex’s ring boots together to hobble him, and pulled Alex to his feet and locked him in a standing full nelson. Choirboy climbed from under the ring, saw the ref on the floor and Tim holding Alex in the ring.  “Damn,” he said.  “Knocking out the ref.  That is going to cost you.”

“Nope,” Tim laughed.  “He was knocked out legitimately so it isn’t going to cost a thing.  But enough with the chit chat.  Come make use of your new punching bag.”

As Tim had been talking, Choirboy had entered the ring.  He still had the chain wrapped around his right fist.  Seizing his opportunity, he assumed a boxing stance and began delivering punches to Alex’s front.  He ran the punches from the pecs, down the abdomen, into the lower abdomen and occasionally even into the cock and balls. He also delivered blows to the sides.  Alex just umphed with each blow.

After Choirboy was nice and sweaty, he and Tim changed places.  Instead of using boxing, however, Tim  began using knees, kicks and elbows.  Once he had his fill, Choirboy released the full nelson and let Alex fall to the mat.  He quickly untied Alex’s boots.

“Why are you doing that?”  Tim asked.

“It’s going to get in the way of my next activities.”

With that he lifted Alex’s ankles, spread the legs and delivered a leg drop into Alex’s crotch.   This caused Alex to sit up.  “Hold him down,” Choirboy shouted.

Tim dropped Alex back to the mat, sat on his face and locked both hands into a double pec claw.  “This good enough?” he asked.  He made sure to hook his fingers under the edge of the pec and squeezed with all his might.

“It’ll do,” Choirboy said as he stood.  He delivered a series of three leg drops and head drops into the crotch. With each blow, Alex would jerk and shake.  However, he could not shake himself free.  After Choirboy delivered the last bow he ordered, “Turn him over.”

Tim released his claws, stood and turned Alex over.  Choirboy then grabbed his ankles, bent his knees back and locked the ankles under his armpit and sat on the back.  He had him in the perfect boston crab.  Seeing where this was going, Tim then placed Alex in a camel clutch.  Alex was being stretched both ways.  Choirboy would occasionally his chained covered fist into the balls.

Tim then said, “Hey, keep the hold on and stand up.”  Choirboy just chuckled and obeyed.  In a matter of moments, Alex was in a standing crab, camel combination and the pain was increased.

“I give, I give, please stop I giv” Alex pleaded.

“Aaahh, I’m sorry.  There is no one around to accept your submission, pussy boy,” Tim laughed.

After several minutes, Tim and Choirboy released the hold and Alex dropped to the mat.  He was moaning but otherwise wasn’t moving.  Tim and Choirboy then turned Alex over.  Tim sat on Alex’s chest while Choirboy sat on the upper thighs.  They began to alternate punches into Alex’s abs punching away until the muscles began to become spongy.  Alex’s pleas to stop were ignored.

Tiring of this activity, they both stopped at the same time.  They looked at each other and just stared for a moment.  They then stood up.  Alex was pulled to his feet, and Tim picked Alex up into a over the shoulder backbreaker. He then began to bounce up and down to increase the pressure on the back.  Alex screamed.

“We don’t need to hear that.  Clamp your hand over his mouth,” Choirboy instructed. Tim complied.  “Now with your other hand give him a reason to scream.  Grab his balls and squeeze.”

Tim hesitated but remembering the number of times Alex had humiliated him, even if he may have deserved it, he grabbed onto the crotch and began to squeeze.  However, he wasn’t satisfied with the results, so he maneuvered Alex’s balls out of the leg hole of his trunks so he could get a good grip and began to squeeze.   They had already started to swell from the abuse they had taken so far.  He got a much better reaction as Alex’s moans became louder and he began to struggle to get free.

Choirboy just laughed as Tim pulled the balls out.  He was thinking, “damn, Tim has more promise as a true heel that I realized.”  He then went to the corner and just relaxed as Tim did his thing.  Finally tiring, Tim released both hands and then dropped Alex off his shoulders to the mat.  He looked at Choirboy and then extended his hand and motioned from Choirboy to Alex saying “He is all yours.”  He then walked to a corner.  He looked over the ropes to check on the ref and was satisfied that he was still out.

Choirboy walked out from the corner and looked down at Alex trying to decide on his next move.  As he noticed Alex using his legs to try and scoot away from him, Choirboy knew his next move.  He reached down, grabbed the legs and quickly placed Alex in a figure 4 before dropping to the mat and locking the hold in.  Alex struggled and tried to turn over or break the hold.  He was not successful. However, he was determined not to give Choirboy the satisfaction of begging anymore.

Choirboy then released the hold and stood.  Alex was looking pretty pathetic, but Choirboy had no sympathy at all. After all this was the Redneck Arena and Alex had agreed to the match.  Well the match against Tim at least, but Alex knew they were a team.

Tim walked over and said, “Thigh’s next?”

“Sure, why not.  It’ll make it easier to fuck him in the end.”

Tim looked at Choirboy with a look of concern, but Choirboy failed to notice it.  Each of the wrestlers then grabbed a leg and lifted up.  Tim looked at choirboy who just said “Lateral.”  With that, each wrestler then dropped off to the sides, stretching out Alex’s thigh muscles.  They repeated this twice more.  On the fourth time, Choirboy said “overhead”.  Each wrestler then dropped down pulling Alex’s legs over his head.  On the third time, Alex actually flipped head over to land face down on the mat.

“Goddamn, that was fun,” Choirboy screamed as he pumped his hands into the air.  “Now let’s destroy those biceps so not only can’t he walk, he won’t be able to use his arms to stop the double power fucking he is going to get.  NOONE CROSSES THE CHOIRBOY, ASSHOLE,” Choirboy then screamed at Alex.

Tim stepped between the Choirboy and a downed and out of it Alex.  “That’s enough.”

“What do you mean that’s enough??  This asshole has been a thorn in our side for a while.  Don’t you remember what he did to you?” Choirboy asked as he got up in Tim’s face.  They were now chest to chest.

“Oh, believe me I know what he did.  But I think he’s had enough—for now.  There will be other chances to beat on him.”

“Well fuck the other times.  He is here now and I’m enjoying myself.  So, get out of my way so I can pound on this prick some more.”  Choirboy then started to step around Tim.

Tim sidestepped in front of Choirboy and put his hand on Choirboy’s chest and pushed backward.  Choirboy reached up and slapped Tim’s hand away.  “If you aren’t helping me, keep you damned hands off me.”

“Then stand down buttwipe.”

Choirboy and Tim then began a staring contest.  Choirboy appeared to break first as he started to turn his right.  Tim relaxed a little.  Suddenly Choirboy turned left and brought his fist up nailing Tim on his jaw.  As Tim staggered backward, he stumbled over Alex and hit the mat striking his head.  Choirboy stepped on and over Alex shaking his head.  “You had your chance for greatness and you blew it over some misguided sense of morality. And for a fucking prick who has repeatedly humiliated you.  What a goddamned fucking loser.”

He then reached down, grabbed a handful of hair and began pulling Tim up.  When Tim was partially up and, on his knees, he struck out with his right hand slamming a fist upward into Choirboy’s balls.  Choirboy dropped his hold on Tim’s hair and stepped backwards.  Tim followed up by launching himself upward and drove his head into Choirboy’s lower abs.

Choirboy stumbled backward until he hit the ropes.  He reached up to grab the top rope and pull himself upright.  Tim followed up by standing and charging toward Choirboy in preparation for a lariat.  Taking a move from Alex, Choirboy pulled his legs upward and mule kicked toward Tim.  Because Tim was slightly off to the side, the kick did not have the full effect but did manage to wind Tim and push him backward.  Choirboy then charged out, jumped and pulled his knee up.  His knee slammed into Tim’s jaw and drove him backward and down to the mat.

Alex was still laying on the mat and was still stunned.  But he had enough sense to realize that he wasn’t being beat on at the moment.  He rolled over, under the rope and dropped to the floor.  He really wasn’t able to break his fall, so he landed full force on his chest and abs.  This drove the little air he had managed to get back into his lungs out, so he just lay there trying to breath and trying to get his senses fully back.

Choirboy stepped back and took a deep breath.  He was a little hesitant but then remembered that Tim had been the one holding back on their relationship and even interfering.  So, Choirboy stepped forward, grabbed of Tim’s ankles and lifted them up into the air.  He spread them wide and then dropped down driving his forehead into Tim’s Crotch.  Tim screamed and sat up involuntarily.  Choirboy wrapped his hands around Tim’s thigh and quickly lifted them, driving Tim’s upper body into the mat along with his head.

He then released both thighs, brought his hand up and latched down with a double pec claw.  He made sure to get his fingers positioned so that he could dig under the edge of the pecs and then powered down with his full strength.  Tim grunted with the pain.  With Choirboy between his legs, Tim wasn’t able to roll away. Getting desperate, Tim was able to concentrate until he could get his legs around Choirboy’s waste and lock his ankles.  He then began squeezing.  He was trying to deprive Choirboy of much needed air.

Sensing that things might be turning, the Choirboy dug down deep, slide his knees up against Tim’s butt.  Remaining on his knees, he suddenly reared up and slightly backward, not releasing the twin pec claws. This had the effect of lifting Tim off the mat.  Once he felt Tim leave the mat, the Choirboy then suddenly pushed forward slamming Tim into the mat once again.   He also continued with his forward momentum landing on a prostate Tim, forcing even more air out of his lungs.  Tim’s ankles uncrossed and his legs hit the mat.  Choirboy released the claws, put his hands together in a double fist and then slammed them down into Tim’s lower abs, just above the root of the cock.  Hearing the grunt and seeing Tim start to get a little glassy eyed, he repeated the move twice more.  On the fourth double fist, he brought it down to Tim’s cock and balls.

Tim cupped his nuts and rolled to the side as Choirboy sat back and then stood up.  Choirboy then stomped down twice on the chest and abs of Tim.  He then went behind Tim, dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms and biceps around Tim’s head in a sleeper hold.  He bore down with the strength he had.  Initially Tim tried to struggle but wasn’t successful and slowly started to succumb to the sleeper.  That is when the Choirboy began to play with his victim.  He applied the hold until Tim was almost out, then released the pressure and shook Tim around to wake him up.  He then reapplied the hold until Tim was almost out.  “No one fucks with the Choirboy.  And no one interferes when he is dishing out deserved punishment. You had your chance at greatness and you threw it away.  Now time to feel the full wrath  of the Choirboy.”

He repeated this several times before finally locking on the hold and holding it until Tim was asleep.  He then dropped Tim to the mat.  The fans were screaming and some were yelling for the “Tim Cross” to be applied.

Choirboy cupped his ear, leaned out toward the crowd and said “say what.”  This was the first time he had heard that term, which was popular on the internet to describe Tim’s “finishing hold.”

A loud chant of the “Tim Cross” began, over and over.  Sensing that he had the crowd, Choirboy just laughed.  He then picked up a deadweight Tim, draped him over his shoulder and went to the ropes.  He then dropped Tim so that he was standing on the apron outside the ring ropes and draped his arms across the upper rope.  He then grabbed the middle rope and pulled it up and over trapping Tim’s arms.  The crowd began chanting even louder.

Laughing, Choirboy dropped to the mat and rolled under the bottom rope and onto the floor around the ring.  He walked over to where one of his friends pushed through a roll of tape.  He went back to a tied-up Tim and used the tape to make sure the wrists and biceps were firmly trapped in place.  He then dropped to the floor, reached up and grabbed the top of Tim’s trunks and began pulling them down. The crowd edged him on until Tim was just in his jockstrap.

Choirboy reached down and unlaced the top few notches of Tim’s boots  on each side.  He then reached up and grabbed the top of the jockstrap, pulled down just a little and stopped.  Chants of “do it” and “strip him” could be heard.  He then teased the crowd for about one minute before finally yanking and pulling the jockstrap completely off.  He laid the strap on the ring apron.  He then lifted up one of Tim’s ankles, grabbed the untied boot lace and wrapped it like a noose around Tim’s balls before allowing the foot to drop down, yanking on Tim’s nuts.  A mild grunt could be heard from Tim.  Choirboy repeated the maneuver with the other leg and ankle, and this time when the foot dropped and yanked, Tim was fully awake and screamed.

Once he realized where he was and what was happening, he could be heard saying “fuck not this again.  Come on Chris this isn’t necc……..” before Choirboy stuffed the jockstrap into his mouth and used the strings from the trunks to tie it securely in place.

Laughing as he jumped down to the floor, he walked over the fence where a friend passed something through the fence.  One more object was also passed.  Choirboy walked back over, jumped up on the ring apron and then dangled a pair of tit clamps connected by a chain in front of Tim’s eyes.

“These are called the alligators, due to the strong grip they have on the tips,” Choirboy showed Tim who had a look of fear in his eyes. 

Choirboy reached out and grabbed the right tit, pinching and squeezing it.  Tim moaned as Choirboy opened the tips, place them over the tit and then let this slam closed.  Tim screamed into the gag and jerked causing his feet to swing around, putting even mover pressure on his balls. 

Choirboy just laughed as he repeated the maneuver on the other tit with the same results. He used the chain connecting the clamps to pull outward.  As the pressure built, Tim began to struggle.  Choirboy then dropped the chain back onto Tim’s chest.  He then reached down and pulled up the final object and showed it to Tim.  It was a pear-shaped dildo with a narrowing at the base so the asslips would clamp down and hold it in place.

Tim just began shaking his head back and forth and trying to beg.  All this did was cause his feet to swing more.  He was finally able to still his movements.  Tim watched as Choirboy lubed up the dildo, then his ass and then as Choirboy began to slowly push the tip into his ass.  He tried to clench is butt cheeks but to no success.  Once the tip was in, Choirboy grabbed Tim by the chin and turned him until he was looking directly at Choirboy.

“Enjoy this special present,” he whispered almost lovingly before shoving the dildo completely to the base in one shove.  Tim’s ass spread and then clamped down holding the device in place.  Tim screamed and jerked causing pain to his balls.  “I’m not a complete unfeeling low life,” Choirboy intoned, “so I gave you something to make this more enjoyable.”

He then reached around and touched something when Tim began to feel something vibrating in his ass.  For it wasn’t simply a dildo it was a programmable vibrator and it began its predetermined pattern.  It would alternate between fast and slow in an unpredictable pattern.  All Tim knew was that he brought him pleasure and frustration.  He began to whimper, arch his back and move around.  All this did was increase the pressure on his balls.  But it was also stimulating his prostate and bringing a sensation of pressure.

Choirboy reached down to Tim’s cock and began massaging and jerking it until it had reached its full hardness. Choirboy let go, laughed and climbed into the ring.  “Now for the real fun,” he said as he looked at the audience and winked.

He walked over to the side of the ring where Alex had been laying.  As he looked over the rope, he said “what the fuck” as there was nobody there.  He then dropped to the floor and looked under the ring.

“Son of a godamned fucking bitch,” he screamed.  For while he had been taking care of Tim, Alex had managed to get to his hands and knees and slowly crawl through the entrance of the cage to the door.  He then managed to release the door and move through the door.  Not knowing how long he would have; Alex had removed the string from his tights and used this to tie several knots around the gate and the fence securing it closed.  He then maneuvered into the locker room where he once again collapsed on the floor.

Choirboy then stalked to the exit and tried to fling open the door only to have it stay closed.  He tried again with the same result.  He then looked down and saw the problem.  His face got red and purple and then suddenly he just laughed.

‘Okay, good job Alex.  But this just postpones the inevitable” he screamed toward the back of the facility. “Maybe after I get my justice from him, I can bring him around to the dark side.   About this time, he heard the audience began to roar, applaud and laugh.  He turned back toward the ring to see Tim’s cock erupting in a forceful ejaculation which landed on Tim’s face, neck, chest and abdomen.  It was the first of several ejaculations before the commish finally had Tim released. 

Someone finally managed to get over and cut the ropes holding the door closed.  Choirboy charged through the door and into the locker room.  Just as he got there, he saw and heard the outside door slam.

“That’s okay,” he said. “ I don’t want to get my revenge here in private.  I want in out there so everyone can see.”  He then got dressed, without showering, and exited the Arena.  As he was exiting, he was on the phone and said “Kyle, get ready.  I’m coming over for one hell of a power fuck.”

Back in the ring, Tim had had several ejaculations with the last one being almost empty, and extremely painful and had Tim in tears.  The commish finally had him released and let him drop to the floor.  As two guards come over to help Tim, the commish said “just leave him there.  Go pick up the ref and take him to the back.  And be careful with him.  He is so enjoyable to watch when he is in way over his head.”

With that the commish turned and left with a big smile on his face.  Another successful night at the Redneck Arena.  At least for the commish and he was sure that Choirboy and Alex weren’t done yet.  And neither were Choirboy and Tim.  And hell, maybe even Taylor was going to be looking for some revenge.

“Damn, I’m good.  One match and I’ll keep the audience coming back for months to see what will finally happen.”