Chad vs Brice

 

Chad vs Brice

By

The Mangler

The lights in the Redneck Arena went dark.  The announcer’s voice came over the loudspeaker.  “And now the ref for our next bout, none other than our very own, sweet, innocent, and popular Chhhooiirrboyyyy,” the voice boomed in the dark.

As the lights came up, Choirboy stood in the entrance to the redneck arena ring.  Hearing the introduction, he looked over at the announcer and raised his right eyebrow.  The announcer just smiled.  He knew he would probably pay for that later, but that was okay.  Playing with Choirboy was fun.  Well most of the time.

The crowd laughed uproariously and then began cheering.  They knew that Choirboy refereeing usually indicated a pretty good match. Choirboy made his way down toward the ring.  He was dressed in his reffing attire, stripped shirt and tight black pants.  He was wearing black wrestling boots instead of tennis shoes.  You never knew what was going to happen in the Arena.  While Choirboy was a heel wrestler, he was actually a pretty good and fair ref, but not always.

As he was walking toward the ring, he looked out and saw that Dan was in the audience.  Dan was decked out in wrestling attire with red boots, hot pink knee pads, bright blue elbow pads and trunks.  Well, if you could call them that.  They were florescent green and about two sizes too small.  He had plumbers butt crack and his cock and balls were on prominent display. He didn’t look too happy to be here.

He smiled and walked over.  “Hey cumface.  Came to check out your fate?” Choirboy smirked.

“Fuck you” was the reply.

“No, I believe that it was you that got fucked and is getting fucked,” Choirboy said back.  The fans around Dan just laughed as Dan turned a little red.  Choirboy then turned and jumped into the ring.  He went to a neutral corner and just relaxed.

“And now our first contestant, standing at 6’7” and weighing in at 310 pounds is Chhhaaaaad.”  With that intro, the cage door opened and in strolled what could only be called a bear.  For Chad was covered with hair, had a barrel shaped chest, and a soft looking stomach.  But make no mistake, he was all muscle and strength. He was wearing a pair of red wrestling tights which ended in white boots.  He was wearing knee pads.  But his most obvious feature was his crotch which stood out to anyone and everyone.  He was obviously well endowed or had socks stuffed down his trunks.

He sauntered down to the ring, waving at the crowd who just cheered.  Not knowing anything about Chad they weren’t sure how he wrestled or where they stood. He stopped near Dan, looked at him, smiled what could only be called an evil smile and said “Soon you will be only mine.”  Dan shuttered, because he knew what was in store for him if Chad won and that there were no socks in those tights.  Chad turned and continued toward the ring.   Arriving at the ring, he climbed up on the apron and then stepped over the top of the ropes to enter the ring.

He walked to the center of the ring, turned toward the Choirboy and raised his hands up in a victory salute.  “Come fulfill you fantasy and check me out,” he sneered.

Choirboy just laughed as he walked to the center of the ring.  “In your dreams dude, in your dreams.”  He then proceeded to check Chad over for foreign bodies.  He took extra care in the crotch to make sure there was nothing hidden there and to also give a squeeze to the balls.

“Maybe later I’ll let you play with them if you’re a good little ref.”

Choirboy stepped back, “You don’t want me to play with them.  Believe me.”

“And our next contestant for tonight, standing at 5’10” and 225 is Brrruuuccce.”

The cage door opened and the next combatant walked in.  He was all muscle, cut and sharp. There was minimal body hair.  His hair was cut in a buzz cut.  He had ex-military written all over him.  He was wearing sky-blue trunks, black knee pads and a pair of red boots. He smiled and waved as headed toward the ring.  Again, the crowd just cheered not knowing who to support.

He stopped as he passed Dan and looked over at him.  “Don’t think things are going to get easier when I win.  I still need to get your sorry ass in better shape.”  Again, Dan shuttered.  He wasn’t sure who he wanted to win or what the consequences was going to be for either.  Brice continued down to the ring. 

Most of the crowd was confused as they didn’t understand why Dan was so popular with this group of people or why he was dressed the way he was as he wasn’t on the card tonight.  He was dressed this way because that is what the commish, who had insisted that Dan come, wanted.   The commissioner wasn’t really rooting for either guy.  He was just enjoying the discomfort that Dan was having.

Brice entered the ring and went to the center to meet Choirboy.

“Well, didn’t think we would be meeting here,” Choirboy said.  “I thought we had things worked out.”

Brice just looked at him.  “Well, it turns out that Chad and I aren’t good at sharing clients.  Well training clients that is,” he said as he winked at Choirboy.

The ref gave him the once over and he was clean.  He also gave Brice’s balls a tight squeeze.  He then motioned Chad into the center.

“Okay guys, you know the drill. Play by the rules, unless I’m not looking, fight fair, unless you can get away with something, and have fun –but only at your opponent’s expense. I’m off limits!!”  As he said this Choirboy gave both wrestlers the stare of death, one at a time.

“Aaahh, hell Choirboy,” began Chad.  “Why don’t you go harass Dan and the commish and let the only two men in the ring it on and get this settled.”

“Works for me,” Brice replied.

“Wish I could do that, but the commish has other ideas. He knows what the crowd wants, and more importantly what he wants.  So here we are.  Again, I’m off limits.  Just remember I fight back.  And I AM ALL man.”

The two wrestlers just smiled and retreated to their corners awaiting the bell.  The Choirboy looked over at the commish, shot him the finger and just shook his head.

The commissioner was ecstatic at this and just waved his hand in the “get in on fashion”.

Choirboy signaled for the bell and the two wrestlers left their respective corner.  The match was on.

When Chad got to the center of the ring, he threw his right had up in the air challenging Brice to a test of strength.  The height difference was obvious.  At first Brice looked at him as if he had lost his mind.  Brice then raised his left hand in the air and slowly approached Chad.   At the last minute, he spun around and delivered a kick across both of Chad’s legs at the knees.  Chad had not been expecting that move and when he knees buckled, he fell to his knees and then forward where he put his hands out to catch him.  Just as soon as he was on his hands and knees, Brice delivered a punting style kick between the legs, slamming his foot into the large balls of his opponent.

Chad’s eyes got wide and he dropped to the mat with his hands going for his balls.

“Hey, watch the low blows or I’ll have to disqualify you,” Choirboy intoned.  He was surprised that Brice had went low so quick, but on quick reflection thought that might be his best chance.

“Oops, sorry.  My aim was off,” Brice said and he went around to Chad’s head and then dropped a leg drop across the neck and lower head.

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter,” was all that Choirboy said.

After the leg drop, Brice grabbed Chad’s right arm and pulled it out by his side.  He then delivered a series of knee drops into the bicep.  He then locked on an armbar and began twisting and stretching, applying as much pressure as possible to the shoulder joint.

To everyone’s surprise, after that nut shot, Chad almost immediately began to get to his knees and then his feet.  Brice did not release the armbar.  Once Chad was on his feet, he turned into Brice, quickly bent over, slipped his left arm between the legs, brought his arm up to the crotch and then lifted Brice off his feet.  He quickly did a power bomb to the mat.  When Brice hit the mat, with Chad landing on top, he released the pressure on the armbar enough for Chad to pull free.

Chad quickly regained his feet and then began to deliver a series of stomps to the chest and abs of Brice.  He looked like he was trying to put out a fire.  After several such stomps, he leaped into the air and came down with both feet on Brice’s stomach.  This forced the air from Brice’s lungs as all 310 pounds came down like a battering ram.

Stepping off, Chad grabbed Brice’s ankles, and spread his legs wide.  Brice looked up with a little panic in his eyes, but Chad said, “Not just yet.”  He then delivered a series of stomps into the thighs of Brice’s trapped legs.

Tiring of this, he then flipped Brice to his stomach, raised his legs up, locked the ankles under his pits, and sat his ass down on Brice’s lower back.  Brice was now in a very painful Boston crab. Chad had the strength and the weight to really bear down.  Chad then began to bounce a little to increase the pain to the lower back.

Brice just grunted.  The pain was exploding across his lower back.  When Choirboy came over to see if he wanted to submit, Chad took the opportunity to give Brice’s balls a “love tap.”  However, due to his size and strength, Chad’s “love tap” was more of a love punch.  Brice screamed “fuck”.

Choirboy knew what had happened and walked back to the feet where he found Chad just grinning and looking all innocent.  The ref just chuckled.

Brice by this time had managed to work his way to the ring ropes and grab onto the bottom rope.  “Make him break, I’m on the ropes,” he screamed.

Choirboy checked to make sure that this was true and then ordered Chad to release the hold.  At first, he just ignored the ref, until he started to count.  Once he reached 4 ½ Chad dropped the ankles and stood up.  As soon as he felt his ankles released, Brice rolled under the ropes and fell to the arena floor.

Chad began to make his way toward Brice when Choirboy got between them.  “Keep it in the ring,” he said.

Chad just looked at the ref the way you would like at a small child.  “Really?? That’s how we are going to do this?  Just let the men fight”

“Fight all you want, but do it within the rules that you agreed to.”

Doing what every wrestler since time began had been doing, Chad stepped back, sidestepped the ref and dropped to the floor where Brice was up to his hands and knees.

As Chad approached him Brice launched himself up from the floor driving his head full power into the lower abs of Chad.  This caused Chad to bend over Brice’s back.  Continuing his move, Brice quickly stood, powering Chad up and over to crash onto the ring floor on his back.  Brice then borrowed a page from Chad’s playbook and jumped up and landed on the soft looking abdomen.  This only got a grunt from Chad.

Hearing Choirboy counting in the background, Brice then rolled back under the ring ropes, stood and walked to the other side of the ring.  Choirboy then began counting for Chad again.  Chad slowly pulled himself to his feet and looked into the ring.  He was greeted by the sight of Brice flying between the top and middle rope aimed right toward him.

Thinking quickly, he was able to adjust himself and actually caught Brice.  His work on the farm had toughened him up and made him quite agile and strong, even for a big man like him.  Holding Brice up with his arms through the legs and around the shoulders, Chad then charged down the ring driving Brice’s back into the ring post.  He then turned and ran down the other side, again stopping only when Brice’s back impacted the ring post.  In a very impressive move, He then threw Brice over the top rope (while standing on the arena floor), where Brice went crashing down on his back.

Chad laughed, turned and pointed at Dan and said “all mine” and then climbed back into the ring.

As Chad was climbing back into the ring, the ref went over and said “Hey, keep the action in the ring.”

Chad just brushed by the ref and went towards Brice.  He bent down, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Brice to his feet. He then wrapped his arms around Brice grasping them together in the lower back.  He then lifted Brice off of his feet and synched down with all his strength locking Brice into a tight bear hug.

Brice felt the agony in his back as well as the air being squeezed out as his abdominal contents were forced upward into his chest.  He tried to push Chad’s head backward and break the hold by pushing on the chin.  Chad just shook Brice breaking the attempt and increasing he pain in Brice’s back.

The hold seemed to go on forever, while in reality it was only a couple of minutes. Brice kept shaking his head no whenever the ref asked him if he wanted to give.

Realizing that he needed to get out of the hold, Brice took each hand and jabbed them into Chad’s eyes.  This blinded him and caused him to ease up on the hold.  Brice then delivered a right fist onto the point of Chad’s chin, ignoring Choirboy’s admonition to kept it legal.  The chin blow had the desired effect and Chad released the bearhug causing Brice to drop down to his feet.  Knowing that he needed to do something to give himself a little time to recover, as soon as Brice’s feet hit the mat, he reached up with each hand and grabbed handfuls of hair on Chad’s hirsute chest.  He then fell backward toward the mat, pulling Chad with him.  When Brice’s back hit the mat, he braced himself knowing that Chad’s weight was about to land on him which it did.  More importantly, however, due to the height difference, Chad’s forehead slammed full throttle into the ring floor.  Chad saw stars.

Brice rolled Chad off of him and got to his knees.  He threw the handful of hairs he had to the side.  He was sucking in breath as much as he could.  He kept a wary eye on Chad.  Once he noted Chad starting to recover, Brice forced himself to his feet, went to Chad and delivered a series of stomps to the mid to lower back.  He then quickly dropped down onto Chad’s back, pulled each of Chad’s arms over his thighs, locked his hands under Chad’s chin and cranked backward for all he was worth.  Chad was now in pain in a camel clutch.  This also gave Brice a little more time to recover.

Brice used all his strength and muscles to crank on the hold as hard as he could.  His muscles strained under the effort.  Chad’s back was screaming obscenities to him as the pressure was slowly being increased and his head was being pulled higher.  Those sitting in front of him could see the agony on his face as well as the area where the chest hairs had been ripped out.   He finally managed to pull his right arm free and when he did, he felt the bottom rope which he grabbed onto.

“Break the hold Brice.  He is on the ropes,” the ref stated.

Brice looked over at the ropes then up to the ref.  He smirked and said “Make me.”

Choirboy just winked at Brice and then began his count.  Every time he called out a number, Brice would bring his ass up off of Chad’s back and then slam it back down.  Once Choirboy reached 4, Brice slammed his ass down, released the hold and rolled off of Chad.

Chad dropped to the mat and was moaning.  Sensing that he couldn’t give the bigger man any advantage, Brice grabbed the ankles, pulled Chad into the middle of the ring, turned him over, dropped a leg drop between the outspread thighs and then stood up. He ignored Choirboy as he admonished him for the low blow.

He then reached down for the legs and began trying to apply a figure four.  Not as out of it as Brice had assumed after the ball shot, Chad brought one of his legs up to his chest and then mule kicked out striking Brice in the chest.  Brice stumbled backwards toward the ring corner before slamming into it.  He was off kilter and landed with his right shoulder and bicep into the second turnbuckle.  Chad had followed his mule kick by rolling up to his shoulders and then kicking out bringing himself back up to his feet.   The audience was impressed with his agility for a man his size.   He was just in time to meet Brice who was staggering out of the corner.  Brice’s chin was met with a right “haymaker” from Chad.  Brice’s head snapped to the left, spittle flew form his mouth and he saw stars. He staggered back until he had his right arm on the top rope for support.

The Choirboy attempted to chastise Chad for the illegal fist, but Chad simply pushed him aside, and in a remarkable show of agility for someone his size, charged toward the ropes and leaped over them and to the arena floor.  As he went over the top rope, he grabbed Brice by the right arm, twisted around, so that when he hit the floor, he was facing the ring, with Brice’s wrist in his hand and Brice’s armpit slamming into the top rope which was pulled down by Chad’s weight.  Brice felt like his arm was being disconnected from his body.

Waiting until the top rope had reached its lowest down point, Chad then released the wrist.  As the rope bounced back up to its normal position, the upward momentum caused Brice’s arm to fly up and over his head, pulling him backward.  Unfortunately for him, Chad reached under the rope and grabbed him by the ankle.  Thus, Brice fell backward without any time to prepare and slammed the back of his head into the mat.  The number of stars he was seeing from the haymaker went from a few to an entire galaxy and he felt as if he was going to black out.

Chad rolled back into the ring and immediately pushed his advantage.  He grabbed the right wrist, pulled it out to the side of Brice’s body, placed his left hand on Brice’s pecs, lifted up and slammed a right knee into the bicep and shoulder. He repeated this maneuver seven times in rapid fire.  After the seventh knee drop, he twisted around and locked the right arm into a chicken wing. He then lay on Brice’s back, pushing the wrist up toward the back of the head, higher and higher.  The pain in Brice’s shoulder was exploding but he refused to surrender.

Easing up on the shoulder joint, Chad repositioned himself so that he was sitting with his feet on Brice’s shoulders and holding the right wrist.  He then began to ease back and push with his feet as if he were rowing a boat.  This had the desired effect of pulling Brice’s arm further up the back and increasing the pressure on the shoulder, no to mention the pain.  Brice lifted up from the mat trying to ease the pain.  He was finally able to twist to the side causing Chad to break the hold, and it felt like his shoulder.

Chad regained his feet and stood looking down at Brice who still had his arm stuck behind his back.  Chad used the arm and Brice’s hair to pull Brice to his feet, lift him into the air and deliver a bodyslam with the arm still behind his back.  He did this twice more.  On the next attempt, he twisted Brice around such that he could drop him into a shoulder breaker on the right shoulder.  This move was repeated twice more and then Brice was dropped to the mat.

Brice could barely move the right shoulder and it was screaming at him in pain.  He saw Chad approaching and tried to scoot backward but was unsuccessful as Chad began delivering kicks and stomps into the shoulder.  Finally, Brice was able to role under the bottom rope and drop to the floor.  He was uncoordinated so he landed on the right shoulder.

Chad followed him out of the ring along with the ref.  He picked Brice up, charged him across the arena floor and slammed the shoulder into the cage surrounding the ring before following up by grabbing the fence and trapping Brice between Chad and the fence.  They were right in front of Dan and the commish.  Choirboy was admonishing them to get back in the ring.  However, he wasn’t doing a count out like he should.  He figured he would give the fans a little of what they wanted.

“Boy, looks like I will be controlling your workouts in the future,” Chad taunted Dan. Dan wasn’t very happy about this, because he knew that Chad’s workouts would be long, brutal and painful.

However, Brice wasn’t quite finished yet.  As Chad stepped back, Brice snapped his right foot backward and into the balls of Chad.  Chad’s eyes widened in shock as he thought he had Brice under control. With his arm still trapped behind his back, Brice spun around and delivered a knee straight up into the large package between Chad’s legs. As Chad doubled over, the ref admonished Brice, but Brice ignored him and used his left arm to grab a handful of hair and charged Chad across the arena floor and slamming his head into the ring post.

Chad staggered backward, only to have his head caught between Brice’s left bicep and left pec before being dropped down to the arena floor in a DDT.  Now Chad was the one seeing stars.  The Choirboy finally began the count out as he admonished the wrestlers to get back into the ring.

Brice was finally able to move his right arm from his back, but he definitely had decreased function of that arm.  He then delivered a final kick between Chad’s legs before rolling back under the ring rope and into the ring breaking his count.  The ref then began counting Chad out.  Brice was using this time to massage him arm and try to get movement back.

When Choirboy was nearing ten and Chad was slowly rising and obviously not going to make it back into the ring, Brice ran over and tried to exit the ring next to the Choirboy.  The ref broke his count and pushed Brice back into the ring.

To the crowd it looked like Choirboy was admonishing the wrestler, but really, he was saying, “Okay I’ll play along.  Give the crowd what they are looking for.  But I think you are making a big mistake.  You’ve got the bigger man down and out so take the count and the win.”

Brice replied, “Nah, that’s the pussy way out.  I’m going to beat his ass fair and square in the middle of the ring.”

“Low blows aren’t fair and square,” was the Ref’s reply.

“In wrestling, until you get disqualified, they are.”

While this conversation had been going on, Chad had managed to regain his feet and the ring apron.  As he placed his right foot over the second rope into the ring and bent down to slide in, Brice ran around Choirboy, grabbed the second rope and dropped down to the mat stretching the rope downward.  When he released it, the rope rebounded straight back up into Chad’s nuts.  As the rope slammed into his balls, Chad felt the pain explode as well as a rising tide of nausea.  He then fell into the ring, with his feet still tangled within the ropes.

Seeing his opportunity, Brice raced over and began delivering stomps and kicks into Chad’s right knee.  He ignored the ref’s orders to back up and stop until the count began.  He broke at the count of four and stepped back.  When Choirboy went to try and untangle Chad’s legs, Brice immediately began stomping and kicking again.  As he did this Chad’s legs were bounced free from the ropes and he dropped fully into the ring.

Brice went up to Chad’s head, grabbed an arm and pulled him into the center of the ring. He then rolled Chad to his back.  Using his left arm, he lifted the right leg upward, placed his foot on the back of the knee and slammed the knee into the mat.  He did this twice more before stepping back.

Chad rolled to his back. Brice locked his left arm under Chad’s right knee and lifted upward until he had Chad partially hanging from that knee.  The pain was intensifying in the knee.  Chad was flailing around and managed to grab Brice’s ankle.  He attempted to pull Brice off his feet, but was unsuccessful, however, Brice did release the knee and Chad dropped back to the mat.

Brice quickly went to his downed opponent, grabbed the right leg and locked in a figure four.  Chad tried desperately to not let Brice synch the hold in but was unsuccessful.  Once he had the legs in the correct position, Brice fell to the mat and begin pouring on the pressure to the leg.  Chad screamed as the pressure in his right knee intensified.  When the ref was checking to see if Chad wanted to submit, Chad reached up and grabbed hold of the ref’s shirt while screaming no.  He was trying to manipulate Choirboy is such a way that he could toss the ref into Brice.

However, Brice seeing that the ref was occupied, reach up and grabbed the bottom rope and used it to pull himself up thereby increasing the pressure on the knee.  Chad screamed louder and released Choirboy as he began to thrash around.  Brice attempted to drop the bottom rope but Choirboy saw it before he had completely released the rope.

“Okay break the hold.”

“Why would I do that.”

“You were using the ropes and that is illegal,” Choirboy said.

“No, I wasn’t,” was all Brice replied.

Choirboy then began the five count.  Brice held the hold as long as he could and then released it.  Once free, Chad rolled around trying to get to a point where he could rise.  However, Brice was on him almost immediately and was kicking and stomping at the knee.  Chad’s attempt to escape the attack, caused him to come close to the ring ropes.  Sensing his opportunity, Brice leaped over the top rope landing on his feet on the arena floor.  He reached under the bottom rope, grabbed the right leg and pulled it out of the ring until the knee was over the edge of the ring.  He then lifted the leg up and slammed the back of the knee into the ring apron.  He continued this until the ref had reached the count of eight. He then released the leg and rolled back under the ropes into the ring.  When Choirboy came over to admonish him, he just shot Choirboy the finger and rolled back out of the ring.

He grabbed Chad’s ankle with his left hand, as his right arm was still not fully recovered from the previous attack.  He pulled Chad along until he was at the ring post and then slammed the knee into the hard post repeatedly until Choirboy was near the ten count when he rolled back into the ring.

Choirboy was on him almost immediately, “Hey keep the damned action in the ring, otherwise I’m going to have to disqualify your ass.”

“Fuck off bitch.  I have a ten count and I’m going to use it.”  He then rolled once again to the ring floor. He went back to Chad’s right ankle.  He then grabbed the leg left as well and manipulated the legs into a figure four leglock, but with Brice hanging from the legs which were wrapped around the ring post.  This caused incredibly pain to the legs.

Choirboy was counting, and Brice was paying close attention so that he didn’t get counted out.  Suddenly he heard a body hitting the ring and the counting has stopped. Not totally sure what had happened, but then he didn’t care as the counting had stopped.  In the ring, with his thrashing around, Chad had managed to grab the back of Choirboy’s referee’s shirt and using it to try and pull away for the pain in his knee, he had pulled Choirboy backward off his feet slamming him the mat. Brice intended to take full advantage even if he didn’t know what was happening.

Finally, Brice heard Choirboy screaming “break the damned hold,” and the counting started again.  Surprisingly enough Brice did break the hold and dropped to the arena floor.  Once the pressure let up on his knee, Chad attempted to crab backward into the middle of the ring.  He was moving successfully until suddenly his backward momentum stopped and he quickly slid forward with his balls impacting the ring post.  Brice had grabbed both ankles and fallen backward smashing his opponent’s nuts into the ring post.

As Brice came back into the ring, Choirboy was on him screaming, “one more damned ball shot and I’ll disqualify your cheating ass.”

“Okay, okay, don’t get your dammed panties in a wad, dude.”  He then winked at Choirboy.

Brice then turned toward the crowd and threw his arms up into a victory type pose encouraging the crowd to cheer and egg him on.

He then turned toward the corner, where he was surprised to find that Chad had managed to pull himself up and into the corner, but you could tell that he was hobbled and his knee was sore.  Laughing Brice walked toward Chad plotting out his next move on the leg.

When Brice was in the appropriate range, Chad propelled himself out of the corner, using his left leg for leverage and drove his left shoulder into Chad’s lower chest and upper abs in a nearly perfect spear.  The force was enough to drive Brice backward and down onto the mat where Chad’s entire 310 pounds was concentrated into his abs.  When he hit the mat, Chad could feel his breath shooting over his back and the crowd heard the loud “whoosh” from his lungs.  While Brice took the full force of the blow it could have been worse as Chad was only able to get partial thrust with one leg.  However, even that was enough to have Brice seeing stars yet again.

Realizing that he needed to move fast, Chad slide around Brice, pushed and pulled him to a sitting position and then locked on a full nelson.  He wrapped his legs around Brice’s legs and locked his ankles using his thighs to apply pressure to the abs.  Due to the pain in his knees, he wasn’t able to get full effect.  He used the full nelson to force Brice’s chin down into his chest and bent him forward. The hold was also putting some pressure on the right shoulder.  Chad was using this hold to try and recover as much as possible while also inflicting some damage on Brice.

As Brice tried to recover his breath from the spear, the full nelson did limit his air intake due to the pressure on his neck and upper back.  He tried to rock side to side, but Chad had him locked down fairly well.  They were at a stalemate at the moment but this wasn’t a submitting hold.  Chad didn’t care.  He just wanted some time to recover and plan his next move, while also taking some of the steam out of Brice.

The crowd began booing and jeering as the two wrestlers were locked into position.  They wanted to see some action.  Suddenly, Chad released his legs, released the full nelson and grabbed Brice in a side headlock and rolled over onto the mat.  Once Brice and Chad were one their stomachs, Chad rose to his feet dragging Brice with him.  He then did a hip toss flinging Brice to the mat, but following him down without releasing the hold.  He repeated the move but this time he released the headlock as Brice went over.

When Brice hit the mat, Chad grabbed the right arm, bent it around his leg which was placed between Brice’s arm and side, and then grabbed the wrist pulling it up Brice’s back.  He then sat down, placed his right foot on Brice’s shoulder and began pushing downward while pulling on the wrist.  The pain in the right shoulder exploded over Brice as he screamed.

“Do you wish to give,” Choirboy asked.

Brice was pounding the mat with his other hand but would not submit.  Once Chad tired of this hold, and felt that his knee was sufficiently recovered to allow him to stand, he released the hold and stood up.  He then bent over grabbed Brice’s right wrist and his trunks and pulled him to his feet.  He then bent down and placed Brice’s right arm over his right shoulder making sure that the pit was centered in the middle of the shoulder.  He then stood up full height.  Due to the height difference, Brice was pulled upward until he was literally hanging off of Chad’s shoulder with his feet slightly off the mat.

Brice’s screams intensified.  Chad then begin to bounce up and down increasing the pain.  When Chad thought that Brice was close to submitting, he dropped downward and then rolled forward propelling Brice over his shoulder and down on the mat.  Chad quickly regained his feet and pulled Brice back up and walked him over to the corner.  Chad exited on the ring apron, lifted Brice’s arm and slammed the pit down on top of the ring post.  Brice screamed with each hit. 

Meanwhile the ref was counting Chad out.  When he reached the count of eight, Chad lifted the arm in preparation for another slam, but this time he stepped off the ring apron and dropped to the floor holding onto the wrist.  This time when the pit slammed into the ring post, Brice felt as if his arm had been ripped off and the force actually lifted him off his feet.

When Chad hit the floor, he released the arm.  Brice responded by falling backward onto the mat while grabbing his right shoulder with his left hand.  Chad re-entered the ring before Choirboy could get to 10.  He slowly walked over and looked at Brice who was holding his arm and moaning.  Chad grabbed him by the right wrist and yanked him into the middle of the ring, eliciting another scream of pain.

Chad then sits Brice up, steps behind him and locks in a right shoulder claw hold.  He reinforces the hold by applying pressure with his left hand.  Brice feels the pain shooting up and down the arm.  He tries to shake loose but is not successful.

Sensing that the pain in the shoulder is approaching maximum, Chad removes the claw causing Brice to actually sigh.  However, that is short lived as Chad pulls the arm out, locks in a chicken wing and then with his left hand grabs Brice by the chin and pulls the other way.  He now had Brice locked in a cross-face chicken wing.

Brice attempts to hold out, but finally the pain in his shoulder becomes too much and he screams “I GIVE, I GIVE.”

Chad does not release the hold until Choirboy signals for the bell to be rung.  On orders from the commish, the bell ringer takes his time in ringing the bell earning a smile from Choirboy.  Once the bell is rung, Choirboy returns to the wrestlers and order Chad to release the hold.  Chad refuses until Choirboy threatens to reverse the ruling and counts to 5.  He then released the hold and stood up.

He raises his hands in victory as he parades around the ring.  He stops and stares at Dan with a malevolent look in his eye.  Dan breaks the stare down first by looking down at the ground and gulping.  The commish slaps Dan on his exposed ass and says “well looks like your workouts are going to be fun,” and then laughs.

Chad smirks and turns back into the ring where Brice is still sitting on the mat massaging his shoulder while the ref checks on him.  Chad walks over to Brice’s back, reaches under his arms and lifts Brice to his feet. Brice grunts as the pain shoots through his arm.  Chad then takes the left arm and raises both their arms in the air and pointing at Brice and himself, showing that there are no hard feelings.

Choirboy isn’t buying the act, but there isn’t anything he can do.  Suddenly Chad swings around until Brice and he are facing each other and then slams his left knee up between Brice’s legs hitting the nuts spot on.  As Brice start to bend forward, Chad wraps his left hand around the throat, lifts Brice up above his head and then slams down onto the mat in a picture-perfect chock slam. Brice feels the move throughout his entire body.

Choirboy comes over and bends down saying “Not a very sportmans like thing to do Chad.”

Chad just looks at Choirboy and says, “the fucking bastard went after my nuts.  He deserved that and probably more.”

Both Chad and the Choirboy began laughing when they heard Brice say, in a voice no one else could here, “Yeah and I am going after your nuts later tonight too.”

“You’re on,” Chad said.

He then stood and rolled out of the ring.  Reaching under the ropes he grabbed Brice by the ankle and pulled him out and up to his feet.  Both wrestlers then began walking toward the exit.  Standing in the ring the Choirboy had what could only be called a lecherous grin as he contemplated what the two former opponents where going to be up too.

He was a little shocked when Chad stopped the two wrestlers as they approached the cage door.  Chad looked back toward Dan and with the most miniscule shake of his head pointed at Dan and then at Brice and then back toward the locker room.  He knew that Chad was inviting Dan to join them in their post-match action.  He was truly stunned when he saw Dan blush, nod yes, turn toward the commish, shoot a finger in his direction and start to walk toward the locker room.  Choirboy did notice a little more fullness in Dan’s too tight trunks.  He also noted the ass rising and falling as Dan walked away.  “that is a nice ass” he mumbled. 

As Choirboy climbed through the ropes and dropped to the Arena floor in preparation for exiting the cage, he mumbled to himself again.  If anyone could have heard what he said it would have been, “hhmm. Wonder if those three want a fourth.”