Battle of the Destroyers

 

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.

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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.