The Battle of the Destroyers
Dan versus Skull
By
The Mangler
“Welcome to the next match here at the Redneck
Arena. This match should be a real barn
burner and should give you bloodthirsty lot something to talk about for a long
time – well at least until the next Redneck Arena show.” The crowd roared and cheered their approval.
The commissioner looked over at the announcer and the expression on his face was not a happy one. He didn’t really mind what the man said, but he hadn’t approved it. That man had become way too comfortable in his role as the announcer. However, at the present time there wasn’t much that the commish could do about it.
“And now for our first fighter. He is well known to all the regular fans here
as he has NOTHING to hide.” There were
snickers, laughs and hoots from the crowd.
“He stands 6’2” tall and weighs in at 225 pounds. As demonstrated from
his prior matches, He has a thick cock and produces prodigious amounts of
cum. Let’s give a big Redneck Arena
welcome to cumface Dan…..iel “The Destroyer” Wang.
With that Daniel walked into the arena. He was tall, tanned and well built. You could tell that he spent time in the
gym. Unlike his other matches, now he
was toned and cut. He had washboard abs
and strong thick pecs. He was wearing
black wrestling boots, red trunks with golden dragons and temples on them (a
demand of the commissioner), knee pads and purple wrestling boots. He stopped just after entering the cage and
delivered a hate filled look at the announcer.
The announcer just flipped him off.
Daniel continued down to the ring and slid under the bottom rope. He walked to the center of the ring where he
was met by Jake, the ref for tonight’s matchup.
"And our referee for tonight’s match.....
Jaaaaake." Jake was 30, 5’11” tall,
weighed about 180 pounds. He was well
built and in good shape. His definitions
had been improving as he had been working out more in the gym trying to improve
his stamina and his musculature. He had
even joined Brice’s gym and hired him as a personal trainer. He realized that if he was going to continue
to work at the Redneck Arena, he needed to be able to hang with the
wrestlers.
The commish was trying to figure out if he liked this new Jake or
not. And that bothered the hell out of
him as he ALWAYS knew what he wanted and how to go about getting it. While he much preferred the power he had over
the old Jake, he had to admit that the crowd was liking this new Jake. Maybe he should entice Jake to move to full time
wrestling. He would have to continue to
think about that.
Once they met in the middle of the ring, Jake said “Damn
dude, you are looking much more defined.
But are you ready for Skull? I
mean sometimes he makes the Choirboy look like, well a choirboy.”
Dan smirked and looked Jake directly in the eyes. “Don’t worry.
I know what I am getting into.
The last two matches were definitely an education and much different
than my time on the indies. I’m out to
prove something in this match.”
Jake sighed, “Oh great.
This match was going to be bad enough as is, but with you out to “prove
something”, I have a feeling it is going to be much worse.”
Dan laughed an evil little laugh. “For Skull, much worse. For you, well – probably but just try and
stay out of the way. And yes, I know
about the fines for abusing the ref.”
The way Dan said the last line caused Jake to pause a
moment. He then gave Dan a thorough
going over for foreign objects. Many in
the crowd thought that Jake had just molested Dan as the search was so
thorough.
"And now his opponent for tonight's match, standing
at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, Skkkullll."
Skull was then led to the entrance of the cage. He was led by a leash attached to a collar
around his neck. Holding the leash was
Samson, who had bested Skull in a two out of three series of matches. Their “association” had continued outside the
Arena, much to the dismay of Skull’s motorcycle pals. Skull’s eyesight was laser focused on Dan and
he did not even notice Samson removing the collar from around his neck. The sneer on his face became even more fierce
as he strutted in to the loud cheers from his gang members and most of the
audience. He was definitely the favorite
for tonight’s match.
Fireplug was the best description for the solid looking
muscle monster. He was hairless from the
top of his head to the toes of his feet.
(And if you could see it all, that was true everywhere.) He had several tattoos across his body. On his right bicep was a "Born to
Destroy" tat just below his trademark Skull tattoo. On the left bicep was a curled snake with the
head extending on the pec and the jaws open around the tit. On his right pec was another dark Skull with
bright red eyes. Across the upper back
and shoulders, similar to a name stripe on a jersey, was the word DESTROYER
with red blood dripping down from the base of each letter.
He was dressed in blood red trunks, red and black
checkered knee pads, black boots and a well-worn, tattered, sleeveless jean
jacket. As he jumped into the ring, he
never took his eyes off of his opponent.
He entered the ring between the top and middle ropes. He then approached Jake in the middle of the
ring.
“Okay, let’s try to keep the mayhem to a minimum,” Jake
said. “I know that you feel that you
have something to prove tonight.”
For the first time Skull’s eyes left his opponent and
settled on Jake. The look they gave was definitely not friendly. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Jake thought about just keeping his mouth shut, but
realized it probably didn’t make any difference with Skull.
“Well, seeing how you were humiliated during and after
your last match,” Jake began.
Skull reached up and grabbed Jake by the ref’s shirt and
pulled him close.
“I really should knock the head off your smug little
shoulders. However, as what you say is
true, I am going to let it pass ----for now.
As for “the destroyer” over there, I ain’t letting anything pass.” When Skull used the words “the destroyer” his
voice had taken on a mocking and dismissive tone. “Just do your thing, reffy boy.”
Jake did another thorough check for foreign bodies
mumbling to himself, “should have listened to mom and become a garbage
collector or even a hobo.”
Once he had finished, Jake called both wrestlers to the
center of the ring where they locked eyes in a death stare.
“I don’t really know why the hell I am bothering, but you
know the rules. No chocking, no
punching, no eye gouging, no low blows, yadda yadda yadda. At least try to keep them to a minimum. Oh and yeah, The ref is off limits. Fines have been raised and if necessary, I’m
going to fight back.”
Skull and Dan both just smirked at the last line but
neither broke the stare.
Skull stated, “I was the destroyer long before you came
on the scene, boy. And I intend to prove
it and take back ownership of my moniker tonight. Although, after your last two appearances
there can be no doubt you ain’t a destroyer, cumface.”
“Give it your best shot, old man,” was Dan’s heated reply.
Jake signaled for the wrestlers to return to their
corners to await the bell. Skull turned
and began walking back to his corner locking eyes with Samson in the audience. Dan just stayed in the center of the ring and
stared at Skull’s retreating back.
Realizing that Dan’s eyes were locked on him, when he neared his corner
he screamed, “Read the tat boy and know what is going to happen to you.” As he said this, he pointed both thumbs over
his shoulders to the “Destroyer” tat on his upper back. As he said this he winked at Samson.
The next second Skull was flying face and chest first
into his corner. For as he had neared
the turnbuckle, Dan had charged across the ring, leaped into the air while
pulling his knees toward his chest, as if preparing for a cannon ball into the
pool, but instead he cannonballed into Skull’s upper back tat with both knees. The momentum carried him forward so that when
Skull hit the ring post, Dan’s knees were still in his back and the air was
forced from his lungs.
Jake had started toward the corner as he saw Dan running
past him. Before he could get there, the
bell attendant had rung for the beginning of the match. Looking in that direction, Jake wasn’t really
surprised to see the commish standing there with the bell hammer in his
hand. Just more machinations from the
evil one.
Once Skull and Dan had hit the turnbuckle, Dan dropped
down to his feet, grabbed the middle ring ropes on each side of Skull and began
driving his shoulder into the lower back.
He continued with this until Jake demanded a break and had started the
five count. As soon as Jake had hit
four, Dan released the ropes, stepped back, pulled Skull out from the corner
and hoisted him into an over the shoulder back breaker with the lower back
resting on Dan’s right shoulder. Dan
jumped up and down to increase the pressure on Skull’s back. After doing this several times, Dan had
pulled down on Skull’s chin and flipped him forward and face first onto the
mat.
Not wasting his momentum, Dan quickly grabbed both legs,
locked the ankles under his armpits and sat down in the lower back, locking on
a textbook Boston Crab. Jake asked if
Skull wanted to submit which was, of course, rejected.
Dan slowly began to inch his butt higher up the back
until he was sitting almost on the shoulders.
This increased the pressure on Skull’s back, especially when he was
almost straight up in the air. The pain was very intense. Sucking in a deep breath, Skull was able to
get his palms flat to the mat under him and began slowly lifting up in a push
up. When he reached the appropriate
position, he quickly pushed his arms up to full extension at the same time he
flexed his legs as hard as he could. The
result was that Dan was catapulted off of Skull’s back, and because of the
ankles locked under the armpit, Dan flipped and slammed into the mat back
first. But he had released the Boston
crab.
Skull was able to spring to his feet and then dropped his
ass straight down landing on the chest of Dan forcing the air from his
lungs. He took his right hand and locked
in a claw/nerve hold where the neck met the torso on the left. Dan felt an electric shock shoot down his
left arm. After holding the claw for a minute or so, Skull released the hold
and then began raining a series of fists down on the left shoulder and neck area.
Jake was immediately on the scene and demanding that
Skull stop with the fists. Skull just
said “fuck off” and continued the fists until Jake had reached the count of
four. He then stopped, stood up and then
dropped back down slamming his ass into Dan’s abdomen.
“Get up and off, or else,”
Jake admonished.
Skull simply looked up,
shot Jake the bird but then stood up. Once he was standing completely up
with his legs spread on each side of Dan’s body, Dan suddenly pulled both legs
up to his chest and then kicked upward towards Skull. The kicks landed
squarely in Skull’s ample package, and due to the force, lifted him off the mat
and propelled him backward where he slammed back into the turnbuckle. He
slid down to sit on the mat, desperately trying to draw breath. He had
tears in his eyes and an unbelievable pain in his nuts. The kick had been
a maneuver born of desperation, but had much better effect than Dan could have
hoped for.
Dan regained his feet and
walked over to the corner. He extended
his right foot and placed in on Skull’s throat.
He then grabbed the top rope and pressed his feet in. Skull was desperately trying to get his
breath. Dan released the hold once
Jake’s count reached four. He stepped
back, reached down and grabbed both of Skull’s ankles and began pulling him
toward the center of the ring.
Acting on instinct, Skull
grabbed the middle ropes on each side of the turnbuckle. Seeing this, Dan waited until he had Skull
fully stretched out before he quickly jerked outward and upward. This caused Skull’s hold on the rope to fail
and he sailed a short distance before dropping straight down onto the mat
slamming his head to his tailbone down flat on the mat. Any breath he had managed to get left him
again.
Not wanting to waste his
advantage, Dan had jumped up to the second rope just as Skull had hit the
mat. He used the recoil of the rope to
assist him as he leaped off the rope, twisted and landed across Skull chest and
abs. He then twisted around, dropped his
ass onto Skulls upper torso and then began drilling a series of fists into the
exposed abs. Jake was immediately there
and started the count.
Once Jake reached four, Dan
vaulted to his feet and stepped to the side.
Jake was immediately in his face berating him for the fist. Dan just reached out pushed Jake to the side
and then began stomping into the abs of his foe.
When Dan has pushed Jake,
he had taken a step backward and his foot slipped on a wet spot on the ring
such that Jake fell ass first onto the ring floor. The crowd roared their largest cheer of
approval for the night. Jake shot the
crowd a double one figure salute as he regained his feet. He then went over to Dan who appeared to be
trying to put out a fire, or stomp Skull into a grease stain on the mat.
Jake pushed Dan back and
got right in his face. “Listen jackass,
do that again and not only will I disqualify you; I will make your other
beatings look like child’s play.”
“You ain’t got what it
takes,” Dan replied.
“Keep it up and find
out.” Jake then stepped aside.
Dan returned to Skull,
dropped down so that he was sitting on the fireplug’s thick thighs. He then took his left hand and locked on an
abdominal claw. He reinforced the hold
with his right hand.
Skull grunted and then
screamed giving the impression that he was in intense pain. However, his rock-hard iron abs were
absorbing the claw with some pain but nothing debilitating. Dan had made a mistake and failed to adequately
soften the abs up prior to trying the claw.
Skull played possum for
about one minute giving him time to regain his breath. He then suddenly did a sit up, in spite of
Dan’s hand in the middle of his abs, and delivered a forearm across the head
and face of Dan. The force of the blow
knocked Dan to the side and, of course, broke the abdominal claw.
Skull rose, walked over to Dan,
grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He then repeated the forearm to the head,
driving Dan back into the ring post. He
followed him closely and then left loose with a series of punches to the head
and neck.
Jake got between the two to
break the hold and Skull, out of reflex, stuck his arm out and pushed him
away. The force was enough, and Jake
was in just the right position, so that the push forced him over backward.
As Jake hit the
mat and slid into the corner he murmured, “why the hell do I do this shit
again??”. As he started to rise, he then
thought, “I don’t really need this.” So
instead of continuing to rise, he dropped to his back and rolled under the
bottom rope and stood on the arena floor.
He walked over toward the cage where his friends were drinking beer.
“Anyone got a straw?” he asked.
“What the hell are you talking about?” one of his friends
asked.
“I need a fucking drink, moron, anyone got a straw?” he
replied.
His friends just laughed and said “yep, we drink beers
from straws all the time.”
As Jake started to turn away, someone in the audience
says, “Actually I do have one?”
The other fans around him looked at him like he had gone
crazy. “Relax, I picked some of those
permanent ones at the store for the kids at home. Good for the environment you
know.”
The surrounding fans laughed uproariously as the speaker
looked like a punk rocker – leather motor cycle junkie mix. He passed the straw to Jake’s friend, who
opened a beer and put the straw in and pushed the straw through the fence. Jake took a deep drink.
“What in the goddamned, fucking hell, do you think you
are doing?” the commissioner screamed as he made his way to Jake. Jake just held up his middle finger. He then turned, dropped down on his ass with the
legs spread out and leaned against the fence. His friend dropped down on the
outside and passed the end of the straw through.
“Those two maniacs
can go at it all they want. When one
wants to submit or gets pinned, I’ll do my thing. But I ain’t getting beat up again for your
shitty assed paycheck.”
The commissioner’s face turned red then purple as he
began screaming obscenities, threats and dire consequences. Jake just occasionally responded with one or
two middle fingers. He continued to
drink his beer through the straw as his friends made it available. The fans around this action were laughing
uproariously. The other fans were
focused on the ring.
In the ring, no one even noticed that Jake wasn’t there
anymore. Skull began delivering fist and
blows again. After taking several shots,
Dan in defense ducked his head and pushed off from the turnbuckle. Once his head hit the abs of Skull, Dan
wrapped his arms around Skull and charged out of the ring. When they were halfway across the ring, Dan
dropped to his knees and grabbed a backpedaling Skull around the ankles
tripping him up and causing him to fall back first to the mat.
He next pushed Skulls thighs apart and fell toward the
mat, driving his forehead into the exposed groin, striking the balls full
force. Skull sat up and his hands flew
down toward his crotch, but to the fan’s amazement, instead of grabbing his
crotch, he grabbed Dan by the ears lifted upward and then slammed the forehead
down into the mat. He did this twice
more before releasing the head.
He turned to his stomach, locked his thighs around Dan’s neck
and began doing a series of pushups. Every
time his thighs approached the mat, Dan’s head was driven forehead first into
the mat. After 10 push up, Skull
released the hold and then stood up.
Dan was laying face down on the mat not moving. Laughing, Skull went over and began to put
out his own fire and he began stomping down into the lower back. Dan bounced with the first couple of stomps
and then the pain registered and pulled him back to the land of the fully
awake.
He put his palms on the mat but before he could push up, Skull
dropped ass down across his lower back, bent his legs at the knee, locked the
ankles under his pits and locked in the Boston Crab. Once he had the hold fully locked, Skull took
his right hand and delivered a series of slaps (not gentle either) to the
balls. While doing this he chanted
“Don’t attack my boys, don’t attack my boys.”
Dan’s pain was increasing and as he began to scream, he
was wandering where the hell Jake was.
He was on the floor watching the action unfold.
“Ah shit, I should get in there and save cumface,” he
said as he took a last blast of beer, stood and reentered the ring.
“Break the hold Skull,”
“Why should I?”
“Because I said so and because ball blows are illegal.”
“Sure sure,”.
During this entire conversation Skull continued to slap until he
delivered one final hard slap and dropped the Boston crab and stood up.
He grabbed Dan by the hair and upper arm and pulled him
to his feet. Dan attempted to slam a
fist into Skulls nuts, but it did not seem to have any effect other than a
slight grunt. Once Dan was on his feet,
Skull slipped his arm between the legs, raised Dan up and delivered a body
slam. Skull approached Dan to repeat the slam.
As he bent over, however, Dan, in a fit of desperation, grabbed Skull by
the back of the head, flipped him and rolled him up into a small package. Jake was able to count to about 1 ½ before
Skull kicked out.
Both men then regained their feet, Dan a little worse for
wear at the moment. The two men circled
until Dan threw his right hand up challenging Skull to a test of strength.
Although Skull was slightly shorter than Dan, he was immensely strong, so he
wasn’t averse to such a challenge. He
carefully reached up with his left hand and intertwined his fingers with
Dan. As he reached up with his right
hand, Dan dropped to his knees and then propelled himself headfirst into Skulls
abs, with the result that Skull was forced backwards where he hit between the
top and second ropes and actually slide backward between them, bounced off the
ring apron and slammed down on the arena floor.
While this was happening, Dan regained his feet, charged
across the ring, grabbed the top rope with both hands and propelled his feet
onto the top rope and then jumped down landing feet first into Skull’s
abs. This definitely got a reaction from
Skull.
Dan wasted no time in delivering a series of stomps to
the abs. He continued until he heard Jake reach 8. He then rolled under the ring ropes into the
ring, to break the count, but then rolled immediately back out on the arena
floor. He scooped Skull up and held him
cross body with Skull’s back to Dan’s abs.
He then charged down to the ring post and slammed Skull abs first into
the hard post. He stepped back and
repeated the move again.
He then repositioned Skull, hanging head down, and
delivered a piledriver onto the thin floor mats. Once again, he rolled into the ring to break
the count and started to roll back out, but Jake had stepped between him the
rope stopping his progress. But only
momentarily, as Dan simply slithered downward and then under the ropes.
He picked up an unresisting Skull and tossed him back
into the ring where he landed on his back.
Dan climbed up onto the ring apron, ascending to the top rope and
leapt. This time he came down knee first
into the abs. He then spun around
dropped his glutes onto Skulls chest and began delivering a series of chops and
thrusts into the abs. Jake was
immediately on the scene and began his count.
When the reached 4, Dan slid off of Skull and immediately got to his
feet.
He pulled a still stunned Skull to his feet, picked him
up and positioned him as if for another pile driver. However, instead he
charged across the ring and drove Skull’s lower back into the top
turnbuckle. He took several steps back
and repeated the move.
After striking the turnbuckle this time, however, instead
of stepping back, he dropped Skull into the corner and hooked the ankles under
the ropes leaving Skull hanging down in the tree of woe. He then began kicking into the abs, until Jake
got between them and pushed Dan back. Jake
then turned back to the corner to try and free Skull.
However, Dan was having no part of that. He exited the ring onto the apron and
approached the corner. He reached down
and untied the knots on Skulls boots and then quickly knotted them around the
ropes such that Skull was now tied into the corner. Ignoring Jake admonitions Dan climbed the
ropes, got on the inside and then placed his foot into the V between Skulls
crotch. He then stood with all 225
pounds onto the balls. He then began
bouncing up and down. This did elicit
moans and grunts from Skull, but not as much as you would have expected.
He broke the hold before the count of five and then
hopped down to the mat. Jake went to try
and unlock the ankles but Dan began using Skull’s abs as a punching bag and as
a speed bag. When jeff would get Dan to
break he would step back and then resume his pounding.
Finally, Jake got between Dan and Skull and was face to
face with Dan. “Back the fuck off now
jackass. Touch him again before I can
free him and I’ll disqualify you.”
“Bullshit. This is
wrestling not mollycoddling.”
“Yeah, and I make, err enforce the damn rules. So back the fuck up.”
Dan just smiled and did so. He took the time to turn and play to the
crowd who were cheering, booing and generally unsure how to react. They had come to see cumface get beaten up
again, but instead they had gotten Dan “the destroyer”, who at the moment was
destroying the other destroyer. They
weren’t sure how to feel about it.
Except for Samson.
He knew exactly how to feel about it –pissed the hell off. While he
could appreciate Dan’s wrestling, he also knew that Skull was his to use and
abuse and he wasn’t happy that this jobber was taking it to him. If Skull wasn’t able to pull it together,
Samson knew that at some point, he was going to have to teach Dan a lesson.
But at the moment, Skull was the one getting the
lesson. Jake was able to free the laces
and allow Skull to fall to the mat. Dan
was immediately on him and pulled Skull into the middle of the ring. He rolled him to his stomach, bent the legs
at the knees and crossed the ankles. He
then stepped up so that Skull’s crossed ankles were in his crotch. He reached downed grabbed the wrists and then
stood back up pulling Skull off the mat and into a swinging surfboard.
He rocked back and forth to make sure that Skull kept
swinging. The hold applied pressure to Skull’s
back, but more importantly stretched out his abs beyond their normal
stretch. After the abs work (Dan did
learn his lesson from earlier about how strong Skulls abs were) Skull had
already received is abs were screaming with pain.
“Do you want to call it quits?” Jake asked –although he
already knew the answer. One had to go
through the motions.
“No, oohh, NO,” Skull shouted.
Dan held the hold for a few more seconds then he dropped
to his knees which also dropped Skull abs first into the mat. Not releasing the wrists, Dan repositioned
his and Skulls legs and then rocked backward onto his back and pulling Skull
into a flying surfboard. Usually, the
hold is maintained with the wrestler suspended by the knee and the arms. And Dan did hold this for a minute, while
making sure to keep one shoulder off the mat.
He then dropped the arms, reached and grabbed Skull by the chin and
pulled his head and upper body downward while keep the knees in the air. Skull’s abs were now being stretched out while
he was in an inclined position.
This position also allowed Dan to use one hand to pound
into the stretched abs. While he wasn’t
able to get full force into the blows, he was able to get enough force into them
that Skull definite felt them. Dan was
happy to feel that the abs weren’t as tough as they used to be.
Tiring of the hold, and it was tiring as he had to
remember to keep one shoulder up, he rolled sideways dumping Skull to the
mat. Knowing that he had to keep the
momentum going, he forced Skull to a standing position. He next got behind Skull, wrapped his arms
around the upper thighs. He stood
lifting Skull into the air and then spun around and pushed forward such that Skull
was forced abs first into the top rope.
The rope gave as it dug into the abs and then reaching its limits it
recoiled upward. Dan timed it such that
as the rope recoiled, he was pushing Skull upward and backward and over onto
the mat in what he called a super suplex.
The combined force of the ropes recoil and the normal
force, meant that Skull was slammed into the mat with extra vigor, so much so
that he actually bounced. Dan again
forced Skull to his feet, but with much more difficulty. He again wrapped his arms about the thighs,
lifted and turned, but this time he forced the abs into the top of the
turnbuckle. To Skull if felt like a
sword cutting through him. Once he hit
the turnbuckle, Dan just dropped him.
Skull just hung there for a second, before he slid off the top of the
buckle and down toward the mat.
Dan didn’t allow him slide far, before he had Skull
stretched across his upper back. He
grabbed the chin with one hand, and an ankle with the other. He pulled down hard on both, while also
bouncing up and down.
Again, this was applying pressure to the back and more
importantly the abs. At one point, Dan
released the ankle and placed that hand between the thighs and on the lower
abs. Whenever he got the chance, he
would grab the balls and squeeze. While
he did get a slight reaction, he was confused as to why it wasn’t more
devastating to Skull.
Jake repeatedly asked Skull if he wanted to give and each
time, he got a no. However, the nos were
getting more forced and less authoritative.
Skull knew he was in trouble.
Suddenly, Skull felt himself being lifted up and thrown over Dan’s head
face and abs first into the mat. In the
next moment, he was locked into a camel clutch with Dan pulling as hard as he
could.
Skull still refused to submit but his refusals were
weakening. After holding the hold for a
couple of minutes, Dan dropped Skull to the mat, rolled him to his back and sat
across his thighs. He went for the
abdominal claw again, but this time his fingers were able to dig deep into the
musculature and when he locked down, Skull felt as if the abs were being ripped
off.
Looking up into Skull’s tortured expression, Dan actually
began to get a hard on and smiled. He
was enjoying this. He then began to lift
his hand up, pulling Skull’s abs away from his body and then slamming it back
down. Each time he went downward he was
able to get deeper into the musculature.
Finally, Skull had reached his breaking point and
screamed, “I give, I submit, I submit.”
Dan ignored the submission until Jake began to count.
In the meantime, Skull was now begging for release. “No more man, come on now no more, please.”
Each plea only caused Dan’s cock to engorge and stiffen
more.
Hearing Jake nearing the disqualification point, Dan
dropped the hold. He immediately took
his left hand, pulled down his trunks and when his cock popped out, he grabbed
it with his right hand and gave two jerks before he shot a huge load of
cum. The cum splattered over Skull’s
abs, chest and face and some even splashed onto Jake.
“What the goddamn fuck do you think you’re doing,” Jake
screamed as he jumped back.
“What the goddamn fuck does it look like I’m doing. I’m christening a new “cumface”,” Dan
screamed at the top of his lungs, to make sure the crowd heard, as he gave a
couple of more tugs before collapsing back on his butt, breathing hard, but
feeling ecstatic. He had beaten Skull
and also humiliated him.
“Well keep your damned spunk off me, dammit.”
Dan just smirked at him and said “sorry.” But he wasn’t sorry at all.
It was a good thing that Dan wasn’t looking in the
audience, because the look that Samson was giving him may have very well caused
him to drop dead. Rather he realized it
or not, he had made one new and very pissed off enemy today. And that would come home to roost at some
point. Skull’s motorcycle gang were also
very unhappy.
But for now, Dan was just enjoying the win and also the
cheers that were now coming from the audience.
As everyone knew, the Redneck Arena Audience was very fickle. But as
long as someone got a good beating, all was good.
Dan slid out of the ring, amazed at how good he felt for
winning, but also amazed at how much the ejaculation had taken out of him. He felt like a very used dish rang. His eyes found Brice and Chad and he smiled a
goofy smile and gave them a double thumbs up. They both laughed and return the
favor.
**************
Dan was sitting naked on the bench in the locker room
just having finished his shower when the door opened and in walked Chad and
Brice. It used to be that non-wrestlers
weren’t allowed in the back but the commissioner was relaxing the rules a
little but making it very plain that physically confrontations were strictly
verboten. What he was looking for was
more verbal ones that would increase the tension during the upcoming matches. After all dissension among the wrestlers
meant better matches.
“Good job there cumface,”
Chad laughed.
“Fuck you, chad.
I’m not cumface anymore,” Dan replied.
Brice said “Yeah you still are. It’s going to take more than one such win to
lose than moniker. I was a little
worried about you but you managed to
pull it off.”
“Thanks. I hate to
admit this, but your training methods helped and have paid off. But damned this is a tough league. Speaking of tough, why the hell didn’t my
ball work have more of an effect?”
A deep voice responded behind Dan, “Because, dickwad,
Skull is heavily into CBT so he has some of the toughest nuts in the
business. But your mule kick was impressive
and definitely hit home, so to speak.”
Dan turned his head and found himself staring at a very
mad, pissed off, not to mention angry Samson.
Dan quickly stood and took a step backward slamming his back into the
locker. Samson stepped forward reached
across the bench and place his hand lightly on Dan’s neck pushing him backward
until his head hit the locker.
Samson brought his face forward until they were almost
nose to nose. “Hope you enjoyed
tonight. Because I am coming for you.
And after I beat you into a pulp, I am going to make sure you live up to your
name, cumface. And then Skull is going
to get his turn. And after that the
motorcycle gang is going to have a goal.
So, enjoy your little victory today and I hope it was worth the cost.”
“Anytime, and there isn’t going to be any cost, as I
ain’t losing to your sorry ass” Dan responded with as much bravado as he could
muster even though he didn’t really feel it.
Samson released the neck and stood back. He turned to leave the room and just nodded
at Brice and Chad who had just stood there.
He swaggered out of the room and across the hall to check on Skull.
“Fuck, I’m a dead man,” Dan mumbled.
Brice just laughed and said “Probably. I would advise you getting out of town,
except for the matters of your contracts.”
He then wiggled his eye lids.
“Oh, fuck you both.
And thanks for helping me out there.”
“If needed to we would have intervened, but you’re an
adult and you signed up for this league voluntarily. Well, sorta voluntarily, well okay not so
voluntarily, but still.”
“Get dressed and let’s get out of here.”
“Or don’t get dressed and let’s repeat our last weekend
together,” Choirboy smirked as he walked in the room and slapped Dan in the
ass.
“Fucking stop slapping my ass.”
“Well don’t make it so tempting. Chad, Brice looks like your work with cumface
here is paying off. But I wouldn’t let
him get too cocky, or maybe I’ll have to teach him another lesson.”
Chad and Brice just laughed. “I’m sure that will happen at some point,”
Brice replied. “Hey you going to the
campground this weekend?”
Choirboy chuckled “You damn well know it. Lots of my type of action. Maybe you should bring Danny boy here.”
Brice looked at Dan, who had slipped on a t-shirt and
some shorts. “Even after your weekend together, I don’t think he is quite ready
for that. Are you bringing Kyle?”
“Oh, yeah. He is
in for a weekend he isn’t going to forget.”
“Does he know that?”
“Probably not, but he is so in love he’ll do anything for
me.”
Dan had followed this conversation and was wondering what
the hell it was all about. But something
told him now wasn’t the time to ask. But the mention of Kyle had gotten him
going. He still owed his “friend” a little
retribution. He just had to figure out
how to get to the campground this weekend.
Across the hallway, Samson walked in on a dejected Skull who
was also sitting naked on the bench. But
he hadn’t showered as Samson had told him not too.
“We all have to lose sometimes, but damn to a jobber like
that,” Samson said.
Skull just looked up with murder in his eyes. “Sometimes the jobbers are the most Dangerous.
Especially the pissed off ones. And I forgot
that.”
Samson just walked over and fastened the collar and leash
on Skulls neck. He nodded at Skull’s gym
bag, which Skull picked up and then followed Samson out the door, still naked
and covered in Dan’s cum. Samson might
be many things but usually compassionate wasn’t one of them –especially if
someone had let him down.
“Yeah, well tell that to your gang. They are majorly pissed off and you are going
to have to calm them and make them see things your way.”
They then walked out the back door where the motorcycle
gang was waiting. None of them looked
happy. Samson just nodded at the leader
as he handed off the leash and turned to walk away.
Skull looked up “You ain’t coming?”
Samson looked at Skull like he had lost his mind. “Nope.
I’m not stupid. In the mood they
are in, I don’t believe even I would be safe around them.”
Butch looked at him and said “got that right. But then again you are NEVER safe around
here.”
Samson just turned and watched as Skull climbed on the
back of the leader’s bike.
The leader said “Come up to the campground. Can’t promise
how safe you’ll be, but a good time will be had.” He then looked at Skull and continued “at
least for some of us.”
They then drove off.
Wow, that was a damn hot match Mangler! Can't wait to find out what happens at the campground!
ReplyDeleteWow such a hot match! I was really looking forward to Cumface getting a major beatdown again but this is almost better. Now he has the whole gang angry with him! I hope Cumface gets his ass handed to him by the gang.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. Be sure to check out The Campground series for more Cumface action. There is a new one in development that you should really like.
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