Samson vs Skull: First Encounter

 (This is the match that led to the creation of the Redneck Arena.  It has only been hinted at in previous stories,  but the urge came over me to write it.   While it was the third story written,  it is actually the first story of the trilogy )

Samson vs Skull:

First Encounter

By

The Mangler

The crowd was being a little rowdy, but nothing unusual for the Universal Wrestling League.  And nothing that The Demons, a local motorcycle and leather club, couldn’t handle.  The first two matches had gone off well and the announcer was getting ready for the next match.

“Our first contestant is a hometown favorite that is looking forward to another raucous win.  Standing at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, here is Skkkullll."  Skull, a member of the Demons, walked out to loud cheers and applause from the local hometown crowd. 

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.

"And his victim, errr opponent,  standing 6' 2" tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, Saaammmmson."

Samson entered the arena to a loud course of boos and insults.  He just ignored them as he walked to the ring.  He had rugged good looks (some say classical handsome) and long brown hair that ran to just below his shoulders.  He was muscled and had tight ridged abs.  His chest was covered with a light covering of hair which ran down to his abs and then ran in a tight line down into his trunks.  He was wearing a pair of brown square cut trunks with a cup for added protection.  He had knee pads on both legs.  His wrists were wrapped with black tape for support.

He walked up to the ring, jumped onto the apron and leaped over the top rope.  Skull shot him a bird from his corner and when he did the crowd cheered “yeah, fuck him up.”

The referee for the match was Opie.  His real name was Aloysius Alonzo Adams, but few knew that.  And if you did know it, you never said it out loud.  He was called Opie because he had short red hair, a freckled face and looked like a good old country boy.  He was anything but.  However, he was an excellent ref and was liked by both faces and heels because everyone knew what to expect.  He was fair, followed the rules and took no bullshit from anyone.

Opie was a little cautious about the match.  However, he did love a good hate match.  These two wrestlers just did not like each other – in or out of the ring.  While they had not had a direct fight before, they had both interfered in the other’s matches, caused problems and issues both inside and outside of the ring, and generally tried to make the other’s life miserable.   Therefore, they both had agreed to the stipulation that the loser would be banned from the UWL.

Opie brought the two wrestlers to the middle of the ring.

“Okay guys, follow the rules and this should be a good match.  Don’t follow the rules and there will be shit to pay –got it?”

Samson replied “Yep, got it.  Follow the rules, beat the shit of this guy, win and go home.”

Skull replied “Don’t worry triple A, I don’t need to break the rules to win against this loser.”

Opie turned to Skull, stepped up to him standing nose to nose.  “Careful there, you just broke rule number zero.  And you DON’T want to go there.”

Skull just said, “Okay, chill out man.”

He then sent each of the wrestlers back to their corners.  When he signaled for the bell, both wrestlers left their corner and met in the middle of the ring where Skull threw both hands in the air, challenging Samson to a test of strength.  Samson immediately accepted the challenge and put both hands up air with palms open and facing Skull.

As he reached to lock hands, Skull dropped both his hands, linked them together in one giant fist and slammed this fist forward into the midsection of Samson, aiming for the belly button.  His fists hit the hard muscles and sank in slightly, as Samson was not expecting the blow.  Samson staggered back  a couple of steps while dropping his hands.

Skull wasted no time in executing a standing dropkick, knocking Samson backwards into the ropes.   As he bounced off the ropes back into the ring, he encountered Skull on his back with his legs in the air.   As he impacted the feet and doubled over, Skull reached up, grabbed the back of the head, and pulled while lifting his feet in the air.  The affect was to flip Samson over and have him slam back first onto the mat.

Staying on the mat, Skull slid around, locked his legs into a figure four headlock and began to squeeze.  The crowd was cheering and applauding the fan favorite.  Skull locked the hold on with as much pressure as he could.  Samson tried thrashing around to break the hold but wasn’t very successful until he realized he was near the ropes and threw his leg over the bottom rope.

Seeing the leg on the rope, Opie called for the break with “leg on the rope, break it Skull.”

Skull just laughed and said, “I AM trying to break it,” before freeing Samson from the hold. 

Samson quickly scooted out of the ring to the floor.

Skull stood and shouted, “Aahh, don’t run away yet.  I was just starting to have fun.”

Samson started to climb back onto the ring when Skull advanced on the ropes to meet him.  Just before Skull arrived, Samson, using the ropes for leverage, launched himself head first into Skull’s upper abdomen, lower chest forcing Skull backward and down.  As he hit the mat, the air whooshed out of his lungs.  Skull quickly stood from the mat.

Samson continued to climb into the ring.  He waited until Skull had regained his feet and delivered a round house kick to the side/back of the head, knocking Skull into the ropes.  Samson followed quickly locking on a side head lock.  He applied pressure for a few seconds and then delivered a hip toss.  Samson did not release the head and followed Skull down to the mat.

As he lay on the mat, Skull tried to pry Samson’s hands apart but was not successful.  He took his left hand, reached up and grabbed a handful of Samson’s hair.  Once getting a good grip, he began to pull backward forcing Samson’s head backward.  Samson continued to squeeze the headlock. 

Opie came over. “Release the hair.”

Skull ignored him and continued to pull the head back.  Opie began to count.  When he reached four, Samson’s head was pulled way back and he had lifted Skull’s head up off the mat.  Skull slammed his right hand into Samson’s throat, fingers first, causing him to release the hold.  Opie berated Skull for the hair and the cheap shot, but he simply ignored the ref.

After releasing the hold, Samson rose to his knees and his hands went to his throat as he was gagging.  Skull stood behind Samson, grabbed each of his wrists and pulled them across his throat and backward locking on a cobra choke hold.  He placed his right knee in the middle of the shoulders and leaned back as far as possible locking the hold in.

Samson found his air being cut off and began to get somewhat hazy.  He knew he had to do something and soon.  Summoning his strength, just like his namesake, he managed to pull each arm out from his throat and then threw his hands above his head, and began sucking in great gulps of air.  He then began to try and pull his arms back into a normal position.

Skull dropped his knee from Samson’s back.  As soon as he felt the knee leave his back, Samson jerked his arms forward pulling Skull closer to his back.  As he felt Skull nearing his back, he bent at the waist, dropped his ass back on his legs and catapulted Skull over his head and onto the mat.  Skull actually bounced when he hit the mat and released his hold on Samson’s hands.

Realizing that he needed time to recover, Samson slid out of the ring to the floor, dropping to his knees when he did so.  He was sucking in large amounts of air.  He finally pulled himself to his feet and began to pace up and down the ring to get air back in his lungs.

In the ring, Skull regained his feet and walked over to the side of the ring where Samson was pacing and started to exit the ring.  Opie came over and prevented him from leaving the ring and pushed him back toward the center of the ring.  Samson had just reached one end of the ring and turned, when he felt a hand grab hold of the hair on the back of his head and his head was slammed into the ring post.  As he staggered backward, he was grabbed in a reverse bear hug, lifted in the air and dropped astride the metal ring barrier, slamming his balls upward into his pelvis bone.  Falling to the floor, he looked up to see a member of the Demons, supposedly suppling security, smiling down at him prior to him walking off trying to look innocent.

When Opie turned to check on the outside of the ring, he saw Samson laying on the floor clutching his nuts.  He looked around but couldn’t see anything or anyone out of place, and security was busy keeping people away.  Suddenly he noticed Skull running beside the ring and dropping a knee into Samson’s abs.  He pulled Samson up, hefted him cross body style, and charged him back first into the ring post.  He stood back, repeated the maneuver and then rolled Samson under the ropes back into the ring.

Opie met Skull as he entered the ring.  “Keep the fucking action inside the ring.  Do that again and I will disqualify your ass.”

“Hey, I get the count of ten and I was back in ring by then, so stuff it.”

Opie got right into Skull’s face.  “Just remember I can call this match anytime I want too, so don’t piss me off.”  He then winked at Skull.

Skull simply scowled and walked around the ref and approached Samson, still laying on the mat.  He reached down, grabbed an ankle and used it to pull Samson into the center of the ring.  He turned Samson onto his abs, then slammed a series of stomps into the back and side of the knee before placing his foot in the crook at the back of the knee and stomping/slamming the knee into the mat.  He lifted the leg by the ankle and repeated the stomp.

Dropping the leg, he rolled Samson to his back, dropped a knee into the abs and moved toward the legs.  He reached down intending to grab both ankles, but Samson pulled both his legs up to his abs and kicked out in a mule kick.

The kick caught Skull in the head and the right shoulder knocking him backward, but not off his feet.  He shook his head and saw Samson trying to get to his feet.  He waited until Samson had gotten to his knees and was preparing to rise further.  He charged, jumped, and delivered a knee to the side of the head.  Samson fell back to the mat.

Skull grabbed Samson’s ankles, made sure he and Samson were near the center of the ring, and applied a figure four leg lock.  He lay on the mat and applied pressure to the hold.  While the ref was checking on Samson, Skull released the pressure somewhat, bent his leg and then slammed his foot into Samson’s nuts.  He then reapplied the pressure.

Samson screamed and Opie turned to look down toward Skull.  Although everything looked okay, he knew what had happened but couldn’t really do anything about it as he hadn’t seen it.

Summoning all his remaining strength, Samson was able to roll over and reverse the figure four.  However, he was not able to maintain it for long and Skull rolled back over into the figure four.  With all the movement, the wresters had slid toward the edge of the ring, and Samson was able to grab onto the bottom rope.  Opie called for the break and Skull disentangled his legs from Samsons.

Once he was free, Samson used the bottom rope to pull himself under the ropes and drop down to the arena floor.  Skull stood up and stepped toward the ropes.  When he saw Samson start to stand up, he grabbed the ropes and used them to propel himself over the ropes and slammed down on Samson, driving them both down to the floor.  Skull landed on top and Samson felt as if he had been flattened by a steam roller.

Opie berated the wrestlers from inside the ring.  Skull stood, shot the ref a bird, grabbed Samson by his long hair and pulled him up.  He locked his head under his right arm and dropped backward delivering a DDT.  He rose, slipped back under the bottom rope, stood up and threw his hands up in a victory pose.  The crowd was cheering loudly showing their approval.

Opie was counting Samson out, when Skull came over and interrupted him.  He wasn’t done with Samson by any stretch of the imagination.  Opie turned to push Skull back into the middle of the ring. While he was distracted, one of the security bikers, reached down, helped Samson to his feet and then “helped” him head first into the ring post.  Samson staggered backward from the ring post where the security guard wrapped his hands around Samson abdomen and picked him up and over in a suplex.

When Opie turned back toward the outside of the ring, he saw the security guard standing between the crowd and Samson, making sure that the audience wasn’t interfering in the match.  Opie once again began his count.  Skull had exited the ring on the side opposite the ref.  When he saw a dazed Samson sit up, he charged around the ring and, again, delivered a flying knee into the side of the head, knocking Samson over to the floor.

Skull bodily lifted Samson and charged him back first into the ring edge.  He then rolled him back into the ring.  Skull hopped back up onto the ring apron, leapt over the top rope, and dropped down feet first into Samson’s abs and lower chest.

He pulled Samson to his feet, locked him into a bear hug, and began squeezing for all he was worth.  Samson didn’t have much reserve left, but knew he had to do something.  In a last-ditch effort, he pulled his right leg back and then slammed it forward into Skull’s lower gut.  Skull simply laughed and tried to squeeze even harder.

Samson repeated the move, but this time he aimed slightly more medially.  This time he struck oil, or more accurately, he slammed his thigh into Skull’s cock causing Skull to ease up on the pressure.  On the next strike, he dropped Samson and stepped backward.

When Samson felt his feet hit the mat, he continued downward until he was on his knees.  He then launched himself forward and drove his head into Skulls lower abs and cock and balls.  Skull was driven backward until he hit the ropes.  He had bent forward slightly from the initial headshot, so that when he hit the ropes, he actually went between the top and second ropes and fell backward out of the ring to the floor.

Samson was quick to get to his feet, but backed up into a corner to rest and try to get some semblance of normal back.   He was still mildly dazed but was taking in deep breaths to try and reoxygenate his brain.

Skull rose from the floor and shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.  As he took a step back toward the ring, he winced as his balls moved.  He stopped, stood still for a couple of seconds, and then returned to the ring edge where he hoped back onto the apron, all the while keeping an eye on Samson in the corner.  He then stepped between the ropes and back into the ring.

Samson took two steps out of the corner and raised both hands for a test of strength. Skull approached warily and raised one hand.  The two wrestlers intertwined their two hands and then the other two hands.  They both then began applying as much pressure as possible trying to obtain an advantage.  For a couple of minutes, they were at a standstill.  So much so that the audience began to boo the lack of action. 

Skull relaxed his hands just a second, causing Samson to begin to overpower him.  Skull then pushed both hands outwards and down and using his smaller status to bend Samson’s wrist and push upwards.  The suddenness of the move had caught Samson off guard and he found himself on the short end of the straw, so to speak.  Skull stepped forward pushing Samson back one step.  He then lurched forward, forcing Samson into the ropes and then pulling outward as the ropes rebounded.  He dropped to his back, raised his feet and flipped Samson over his head and onto his back.  During the flip, Skull had released the pressure on his hands, such that as Samson flew over his head, his hands slipped free.

Skull moved quickly trying to make good use of his temporary advantage. He leaped over Samson’s head and came down with both feet in the abs.  As he stepped off, he turned and dropped the point of his elbow into the navel.  He straddled Samson’s chest and locked a double claw into the abs.  He locked them in and applied as much pressure as possible, until his fingers were losing their feeling.

Samson was trying to dislodge Skull and free the claw.  He noticed that Skull had leaned forward to push further down into the abs, so he brought his right knee up and slammed it into Skull’s forehead.  The first blow caused Skull to lessen the pressure, the second caused him to release the claw, but then he began driving alternating fists into the abs.  Samson grunted with each blow.  Opie finally forced Skull to stop and to move off of Samson.

Samson rolled to his side and winced as he tried to stand.  He was able to get to his hands and knees, when Skull delivered a front toe kick into the center of the abs.  The blow actually lifted Samson’s hands from the mat before he dropped back down.  Skull repeated the kick and this caused Samson to fall flat to the mat.

Skull drove a knee into the lower back, sat across the lower back and then locked Samson’s ankles under his armpits.  He adjusted his ass and lower body until he felt he had the crab locked in, then pulled back with all his strength on the legs.  The pain exploded across Samson’s back and his abused abs. 

Skull slowly began to inch up Samson’s back toward his head.  This caused the back to bend more acutely and to increase the stretch on the abs.  Whenever Opie was out of site, Skull would slap down into Samson’s crotch.  He wasn’t able to get a full-strength punch without releasing the legs and he didn’t want to do that.  He eventually was almost sitting on Samson’s head and Samson was bent almost straight up.  He was being stretched from his neck to his back to his abs to his quads.  He felt like a well-stretched rubber band.  His balls were hurting and throbbing.

Samson attempted to get his hands flat and push up, but he was bent too much to get much purchase.  Trying to flex his legs was also fruitless.

“Do you wish to submit,” Opie asked.

“No, aaahhh, no,” was the reply.

Knowing that he had done almost as much damage as he could, Skull released one leg, slammed a punch down into the balls and then dropped the other leg to the mat.  Skull stood and began raining stomps and kicks into Samson, until he had pushed him under the ropes and to the ring apron.  Skull tried to follow him out, but Opie pushed him back away from the ropes.  Skull was very vigorously trying to get around Opie, mainly trying to keep him distracted.

Seizing his opportunity, a member of security pulled Samson off the ring apron and onto to his knees, drug him over toward one of the metal dividers that separated the crowd from the ring area and draped his neck over the bar.  He signaled for one of the local skater punks to step up and over Samson’s head, forcing his neck down on the divider.

The biker invited two other punks, who were wearing boots, to step over the railing and whispered to them. They took up positions on each side of Samson.  He then grabbed Samson by the ankles and lifted upward until Samson was stretched suspended in the air with his neck firmly trapped over the metal barrier.  Samson’s hands grasped the metal barrier trying to relieve the pressure.  The biker signaled to the two punks and they began to alternate kicks up into the stretched abdominals.  One would kick with the flat of the upper foot to cover the most area, while the other would kick with the toe to inflict the most damage to the muscles.

Samson began to fade and when his hands dropped to the side, the biker dropped the ankles, signaled for the punks to move back.  Samson fell to the  Arena floor.  He looked like a fish out of water as he tried to gulp in large amounts of air.

The biker looked in the ring to see where Opie was and, seeing him still occupied, he picked Samson up and dropped him abs first across his outstretched knee.  He picked Samson up, walked over to the ring and rolled Samson back onto the ring apron where he lay gasping for breath and his hands grasping at his abs.

Skull finally ‘relented’ and stood back and quit engaging the ref.

As Opie turned, he saw Samson laying in the same spot on the ring apron looking almost out of it, gasping loudly and rubbing his abs.  He knew something had happened and guessed it involved the Demons, but he couldn’t prove it.  He went over to check on Samson who appeared to be okay to continue the match, but just barely.

Opie stepped back as Skull walked over and laughed.

“Man, I thought you were going to “beat the shit” out of me.  You couldn’t beat my 3-year niece, asshole.”

With that, he pulled Samson back into the ring, helped Samson to his feet, pushed him back into the corner, grabbed the ropes and began driving a series of shoulders into the abs.  After the fifth blow, he had to step back to avoid the five count.  Samson was barely standing, even with the assistance of the ropes.  Skull charged to the opposite corner, run full speed across the ring and launch himself planning on driving another shoulder into the abs.

Instead, Samson seeing what was about to happen, just dropped to his knees and then fell laterally.  It didn’t take much effort at all.  So, when Skull launched himself, there was no abs to impact, and his shoulder traveled between the first and second rope where it stopped when it slammed into the metal ring post.  He grunted as he staggered back into the ring and dropped to his knees. Samson was just aware enough to know where he and Skull were.  He took his right leg and kicked straight out driving his foot into the injured left shoulder.  Skull dropped to the mat. Samson, knowing he was in deep trouble, ignored his own pain, and scooted over to Skull and grabbed the left arm, placed it in a chicken wing and then lay on Skulls back. This was an attempt to recover and to keep Skull down while he tried to recover. 

It didn’t take long for Skull to recover most of his senses.  He realized that he was in better shape than Samson was and was able to dislodge him and break the chicken wing.  He then rose to his feet and turned toward Samson.  To his amazement, Samson had managed to regain his feet as well, although he did look unsteady.

The two wrestlers slowly approached each other.  Skull was surprised when Samson suddenly leaped in the air to deliver a dropkick.  Skull was able to twist so that the kick did not land full on.  Unfortunately, he twisted such that the kick hit his left shoulder, eliciting a loud grunt and a shot of pain down his arm.

Ignoring the pain in his balls and his abs, Samson rolled over and stood up as soon as he hit the mat. Sensing an advantage, he charged toward Skull.  Unfortunately for him, Skull side-stepped, stuck out his foot and tripped Samson who fell and hit the mat.  Skull was immediately on top of  him and locking him into a camel clutch.  The stretching began again. 

Skull settled down in the mid back and pulled backward as hard as he could.  Doing so did cause a significant twinge in his left shoulder, so he had to release the pressure just a little.  But the force was still significant. Samson was in no condition to power out of the hold, but Skull’s injured shoulder began to feel the hold, so he dropped it.  When Samson was released from the hold, Skull delivered two forearm blows to the back of the head.

Skull stood, stomped twice onto Samson’s back, then reached down and pulled Samson to his feet.   He took the right arm, turned around and threw Samson into the ring ropes.  As he rebounded from the ropes into the middle of the ring, Samson came to an abrupt and complete stop when Skull’s foot impacted him the middle of his abs. Due to the previous abuse, it felt like the foot went completely through him.

After he bent over from the blow, Samson was quickly jerked up and to the right as Skull locked on an abdominal stretch.  Skull reached down, grabbed a leg and lifted and pulled so that he could get the maximum stretch on the abs.

“Do you wish to submit?” the ref asked.

Samson was slow to respond but then croaked out “Not to this fucking asshole.”

Skull laughed, released the leg and delivered the edge of his hand into the abs.  He repeated this twice more.  Opie was surprised when Skull released the hold as he felt that Samson was close to breaking. 

After releasing him, Skull maneuvered Samson into the ropes where he trapped the arms between the first and second ropes.  He then began using Samson’s abs as a speed bag, with the occasional low blow.  When Opie would get his count up to 4, Skull would stop and step back.  When Opie went to try and dislodge Samson, Skull would start again.   This went on for about 5 cycles.  With each cycle, Skull could tell that his hands were sinking deeper and deeper into the abs as the ridged muscles were beginning to fail.

Finally, Opie got in front of Skull and pushed him back.  “You touch him once more before I get him out of the ropes and I’ll end the match and disqualify you.”

“Aaaahhhh, do you feel sorry for the little pussy?”

“Not in the least,” Opie smirked.  “Just doing the job that I am paid for.”  He then turned and went back to the ropes to try and disentangle Samson.  While this was going on, Skull was mugging for the audience and egging them on.

Skull turned just as Opie released Samson who simple dropped down onto his ass on the ring floor leaning against the ropes.  His hands went to his abs and rubbed them.  Sensing victory in his grasp, Skull went over to put an end to this match and Samson’s career in the UWL.  He reached down, grabbed both ankles and pulled Samson to the middle of the ring.  Without the support of the ropes, Samson dropped flat on his back when pulled away.

Once in the middle of the ring, Skull did a quick pose over Samson who he was straddling.  Releasing the pose, he reached down in preparation for pulling him to his feet and delivering the finishing hold.  In desperation, Samson kicked his right foot up between the legs, just as Skull reached to grab his hair.  The kick was not dead on but hit the upper thigh and then glanced off into the balls.  It was not a debilitating blow at all but still caused pain and stopped Skull from grabbing the hair and causing him to step over to the side.  Skull then reached down again. 

Knowing that he had at most one finale chance, Samson reached up and locked his left arm around Skull’s neck.  He took his right arm and slammed it up between Skull’s thighs, with his biceps crashing full on into the balls.  His right hand continued up until he grabbed the back of Skull’s trunks.  The biceps drove the balls up into the pelvic bone. Skull definitely felt the blow.

Samson then rolled toward his side while pulling down on Skull’s head and pushing with his right arm.  The effect was to drive Skull down onto the mat, roll Samson on top of him and by using his grasp on the trunks locking Skull into a pin.

Opie dropped to the mat and begin to count.  Skull tried to power out, but the pain to his balls and the unfair grasp on the waistband of his trunks, delayed his power out just enough that Opie’s hand hit he mat for the three count.

Almost immediately after the count of three, Skull managed to power out and roll Samson off.  He jumped to his feet and delivered two stomps to the abs, before Opie got in front of him, pushed him back and informed him that he had lost and signaled for the bell.  The crowd roared their loud disapproval as Skull argued with Opie.

Knowing that he was still vulnerable, Samson rolled slowly under the ring ropes until he was standing on the floor.  Just the act of standing up sent a spasm of pain through his abs.  This caused them to cramp which increased the pain.  Grunting, he made his way along the ring using the apron for support and the slowly up the aisle toward the dressing room with his hand massaging his abs.  When he was about ¾ of the way there, a large man wearing a plaid shirt open to the waist and blue jeans, stepped in front of Samson and drove a fist deep into his abs.  The guy had a big burly hairy chest and looked like a lumber jack.

With his weakened abs, it felt like the blow traveled completely though him.  Samson doubled over.  The man grabbed Samson by the hair and pulled his head into a side headlock.  The man then moved back into the crowd, pulling a barely resisting Samson along with him.  They were quickly absorbed by the crowd and disappeared into it.

Security had seen what was happening, but being pissed that Skull had lost, pretended to be busy with other things.  None of them offered any assistance or interference and simply ignored the events all together.

In the ring, Skull began looking around for Samson, as he wasn’t done with him yet, and was incensed that he couldn’t find him.  He hopped from the ring and asked one of his motorcycle buddies where Samson was.  The security guy looked over Skull’s shoulder at the leader of the gang who was shaking his head no, so the biker said “he went back to the locker room.”

As Skull turned to head in that direction, he was stopped by the leader of the club.

“Stop.”

“I’m going to kill that ….” Skull began.

The leader put his hand on Skull’s chest.  “You aren’t going to do anything.  Unfortunately, he managed to control you for 3 seconds and you lost.  We have already pushed the events of tonight about as far as we can.  You go back there and things are going to get out of hand.”

“I don’t fucking care.  Nobody embarrasses me like that and gets away with it.”

“On the streets maybe.  But you signed up for this so you have to live with it.  Besides you can always get your revenge in the ring .”

“No, I can’t.  In case you’ve forgotten I don’t get to wrestle in this league anymore.”

“I haven’t forgot, but there are other leagues and I’m sure we can convince the administration to let you back in.  After tonight, matches between you and Samson are guaranteed to draw large crowds.”

“Fine.  But I don’t think that mother fucking asshole should get away with it.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I don’t think Samson is getting away scott free tonight.”  The leader then winked at Skull.

“What do you…” Skull began.

“It’s better if you don’t know.  Deniability and all that.  Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here.”  He then led Skull back to the locker room.  As he passed one of the security crew, he said “don’t interfere unless things look like they are getting too far out of hand. And whatever you do, don’t get involved with the aftermath.”

There were two more matches that night and then the crowd began to disperse.  When most of the crowd had gone, a security figure noted a lone figure sitting naked on the floor near a pillar.  When he approached, he found Samson sitting on the floor with a chain around his neck and the pillar with a padlock holding it in place.   Samson looked defeated and kept his eyes diverted. Samson’s face, chest and abs were covered with sweat and cum.  It was then he noticed a small trickle of blood down the right chest under the nipple.  On closer inspection, it was noted that Samson right nipple had been pierced and a large barbell stud had been inserted.

The security guy just laughed and called his fellow bikers over so that they could “figure out what to do.”

“Well, we could take advantage of him like it looks like the crowd did,” one suggested.

Samson whimpered when he heard that.

“Nah, don’t think that’s a good idea. We are probably going to catch hell as it already is for the stunts we pulled during the match. Besides we were ordered not to.  So, while I would like to say just leave him here, I don’t think that would go over well either.  Let’s just unlock him and then get the hell out of here.”

They found the key to the padlock on a small chain higher up the pole.  They used it to unlock Samson and then they left him there.  They made sure that the place was empty, locked the doors and left leaving Samson to find his own way out and home.

Samson had stumbled back to the locker room to find that all of his belongings were gone except for his keys.  Cursing, he let himself out the back door, made his way naked through the lit parking lot, where he heard wolf calls and cheers from the darkness.  As he approached his truck, he also realized that he had seen camera flashes going off.  Reaching his trunk, he found his bag of possessions sitting by his door.  He simple opened the door, threw the bag into the back seat, got in naked and drove away.

The league office, unsurprisingly, had to deal with a very irate Samson the following day.  The fallout had been that the Demon’s no longer supplied security and the office agreed to try and identify who his attackers were.  They didn’t try very hard especially as one or two of them knew who it was.

Unfortunately, because the events of that night had impressed themselves onto the fans, other acts of post-match fan involvement occurred.  When wrestlers began to cancel matches, the league knew that something needed to be done.  Thus, was born the ring arrangement that would eventually evolve into the Redneck Arena:

The ring sat in the middle of the floor. About 15 feet from the ring on all sides stood a chain link fence, along with a roof made of chain link as well.  The roof was high enough that it would not impede the action in the ring for the high-flyers.   The entrance from the locker room to the fence surrounding the ring had also been enclosed, thus separating the fighters from the fans and other wrestlers.  This had not stopped inventive wrestlers from using the audience during the matches, but did cut down on post-match action in the arena itself.  Further attempts to make changes to completely eliminate outside involvement had been rejected by the wrestler’s themselves, even by the jobbers. 

Samson decided to keep his right nipple pierced as a reminder, and to give his attackers a “fuck you”.  He did change it into a star shaped nipple shield.   As per the agreement, Skull was banned from the UWL.  However, with the ring changes and changes to rules, the UWL, while it was still the legal name, had morphed into the Redneck Arena.  Skull was allowed back in as one of the board members, Ken Doll, managed to convince the other board members that this was a new league.  Ken was eventually able to manipulate himself into the head of the league.  He was then known as the commissioner, or commish, because he hated his name: Ken Doll, what the hell were his parents thinking.

Samson was actually glad that Skull was allowed back into the ring because it allowed for a rematch to occur.  And he was definitely looking forward to it, as was Skull.   Audience members were salivating at the thought of a rematch in the new arena.