Alex's Beatdown II

 [Has Alex finally met his match?  Another Mangler original]

Alex’s Beatdown II Choirboy vs Alex

By The Mangler

 [These events occur a couple of nights after the conclusion of Alex’s Beatdown]

After a bout, heel’s locker room.  “Yeah, how the hell do I know I can trust you two??  We aren’t friends and you and Alex are.” “True enough, BUT we owe “our friend” a little lesson for some of his reffing in the past in our matches.”

“Yeah, I want to see the little prick suffer.  And rest assured that in the ring this is business and not friendship.”

The Choirboy just looked at the brothers for a minute.  He knew that B&B could be vicious when the need arose and he felt that they were truly pissed off and would probably help.

“Yeah, okay you two can be my lumberjacks.”  He took one step toward them reached up with each hand, locked it around a throat and slammed the twins back into the wall.  “But just remember that the asshole is MINE in this match.  And per the stipulation, you two can’t get involved inside the ring.  And if you do….”.  The threat was left unsaid but the meaning was clear.

“Don’t worry, we will not get in the way –‘in the ring’”, Barry replied.

Choirboy just held the throats for a few more seconds, released them.  He then striped off his trunks and entered the shower.   

Brad and Barry high fived each other.  “Alex my man, you ain’t getting out of it this time.”

After a bout, ref’s locker room

“I don’t know you all that well, Alex, so why are you asking me?” Taylor asked.  

“Look there aren’t many people I truly trust in this damned league and my other wrestling friends will not venture over here, so I’m asking you two to help me out.  Taylor you are mainly a ref and you know what that entails.  I got into this position because I took my reffing seriously.  That and the fact that Choirboy is a total fucking ass.”

“That is the damned truth,” Jake replied. “He doesn’t have any respect for the refs in the league and very few, if any, scruples in the ring.  Look at what he did during the last match (see Alex’s Beatdown).  Personally, I don’t think you should have to do this, Alex.”

“I don’t ‘have to’.  But if I don’t things are probably going to continue to escalate.  So, let’s fight it out and be done with it –win or lose.  And yes, I know it is going to be rough either way, but help me out and let’s get this over with.”

“I’m in,” Jake stated.

Taylor looked at the two and then said “Yeah, I’m in as well.  It will be nice to see some justice in this place.”

Jake laughed “There is no justice around here.  Just mayhem.”

Alex agreed.  “But we are still here, so I guess we like some mayhem.”

The other two just chuckled.

Redneck Arena:  One Week Later

When the commish heard that the match and conditions had been agreed to, he was beside himself with glee.  This was going to be a new and different match for the Redneck Arena and should make the fans and the investors happy.

The preliminary bouts were coming to an end and the ring had been cleaned and cleared.  The fans, who had all been having a good time already, amped up the energy as the announcer’s voice came over the speakers.

“Reffing the main match tonight is none other than the original Redneck Arena ref,  Jeeefff.”

Jeff walked out of the locker room and into the cage.  He stood about 6 ft tall and weighed around 185 pounds.  He was in shape, but not overly muscular or chiseled.  His facial features were pleasant but by no means was he the most handsome of guys.  He jogged down from the entrance and hopped onto the ring apron before grabbing the top rope and leaping onto it.  He raised his hands into a wide victory pose and then did a flip off the top rope and into the ring, landing on his feet.

“Fucking showoff,” Brett, a fellow referee and wrestler, shouted from the audience as the cheers amped up.

“And now, the first entrant in tonight’s bout, another Arena Redneck ref and occasional wrestler, let’s here if for the ever-fair ref,  Alllleeexxx.”  The crowd reaction was a series of cheers and boos and harassing catcalls. Alex was 5’10” tall and weighed 210 pounds.  He was wearing his trademark Canadian Maple Leaf trunks.  

Alex just ignored the crowd  as he walked into the caged entrance.  He was immediately followed out by Jake, another ref in the league, who was dressed in blue jeans, belts, boots and nothing else.  He has a muscular upper body but wasn’t overly ‘cut’.  Jake was 5’11” and weighed 180 pounds.  Immediately behind him, similarly dressed, came Taylor, also a ref in the league.

When Taylor, 6 feet tall and 215 pounds,  walked into view there was an audible gasp that went around the ring.  One or two fans may have even orgasmed.  For not only was Taylor handsome, his upper body was all muscle and cut as hell.  You could almost see every fiber of muscles.  His washboard abs looked like they could be used to grate granite like a block of cheese.  His pecs were round, very well developed, covered with short hair, and topped with two of the most perfect tits.  Once the initial shock wore off, the obscene suggestions and catcalls began.  Taylor just smiled at the crowd.

As the three men reached the ring, Alex slid under the ropes into the ring proper.  Jake went to the left and Taylor went to the right until they were standing on opposite sides of the ring.  Alex met Jeff in the middle of the ring and had his foreign body check.

“And the next entrant in tonight’s bout, a Redneck Arena favorite, unless you happen to be a face or a jobber, let’s hear it for the Choirboy.”

The shouts of approval were deafening as Choirboy, 5’11” and 185 pounds, entered into the cage entrance.  Instead of his usual angelic white wrestling attire, tonight he was dressed in black trunks, black boots and black armbands.  His kneepads were blood red.  The expression on his face was pure malevolence and many in the crowd were happy they weren’t in the line of fire.

Following Choirboy into the cage was the tag team of B&B, identical twins who weighed 150 pounds and stood 5’10” tall. Tonight, the brothers were dressed in white singlets, and white boots.  Choirboy and them made an interesting contrast as they strode down to the ring.   

Brad looked over at Taylor and said “Damn, I’d like to scale those abs.”

Barry laughed and said, “I don’t think he plays for our team.”

“Who the fuck cares about that.”

The Choirboy slipped into the ring, while B&B made their way to opposite sides of the ring.  There was now one wrestler on each side of the ring.  The crowd was confused as usually only the combatants were allowed in the cage.

Jeff checked Choirboy over and then sent him to his corner.  Alex and Choirboy glared at each other from opposite corners of the ring.

“And now entering the cage is “Chad.”  The crowd was now really confused.  “Chad is going to check the lumberjacks for foreign bodies and weapons.”  Upon hearing the word “lumberjack” the crowd went absolutely bat shit crazy.  There had never been such a match in the Arena’s history and with the animosity between these two wrestlers it promised to be epic.

Chad, who was a mountain of a man at 6’7”, walked down to the ringside to do his check.  In the ring both wrestlers stayed in their corner although they were both anxious to get started.  The rules for this match had been thoroughly debated and they both knew that to start anything before Jeff gave the signal would mean instant disqualification and a 1-year suspension from the league.

In a similar fashion, the four lumberjacks stood in their positions and did not move while Chad checked them over.  He found nothing on Jake and Taylor, although he thoroughly enjoyed groping Taylor, but he did make them remove the belts as they could be used as weapons.  When he searched B&B he did find two loaded kneepads and a small chain.  After removing them and passing them out of the cage, he did a second check of both twins to make sure he had not missed anything because he felt that the objects he did find were too obvious.  The twins just chuckled as Chad gave them a thorough second going over.   

Once satisfied, he nodded to Jeff and then exited the cage.  He took up his seat in the audience along with Brice, Dan, Spike, Patriot, Bully and Wrestledaddy (all from The Campground).  Wrestledaddy was dressed in a  bright yellow “mankini” two sizes too small, so there was no doubt that he was in a chastity cage.  Bully was wearing leather speedos.  The other’s wore “normal” clothes.

As Chad had been inspecting the lumberjacks, the announcer had come on the speakers.

“In what is a first for the Arena, tonight’s main event is a grudge match with lumberjacks.  B&B are seconding Choirboy, and Jake and Taylor are seconding Alex.  Under the rules, the lumberjacks are not allowed to interfere in the action within the ring, but if a wrestler is thrown from the ring, he is fair game for ten seconds.  If they continue behind that time, the man in the ring is disqualified and the match is over.    To keep it honest, tonight, there are supplemental refs stationed around the audience to see what the in-ring ref may not be able to in terms of the lumberjacks interfering with in the ring action.  They have no concern with what happens outside the ring with the lumberjacks.”

When the last was announced, Choirboy turned and stared at the commish with a look of pure hatred.  The commish just blew him a kiss.  B&B had also looked a little stunned and surprised by the announcement.  Many of their plans just went out of the cage.  Jake, Taylor, and Alex just smiled and nodded.

“Otherwise, there are standard wrestling rules.  Hope you vicious perverts enjoy the show.”

“Hell yeah, fucking A, got that right,” and other phrases emanated from the audience.

Chad Brice and their companions looked around. 

Brice observed “Hmm.  None of the supplemental refs are regulars at the arena.  What’s that all about??”

Jeff turned and signaled for the bell.  The match, or mayhem, was on.  

The two combatants slowly approached the middle of the ring.  Choirboy raised his right hand in a challenge of strength.  Alex started to raise his left hand when suddenly he did a standing drop kick.  The blow forced Choirboy back where he hit the ropes and grabbed the top rope to stabilize himself.  Moments later he felt Alex’s head slam into his lower abs, for Alex had quickly regained his feet and speared into Choirboy.

The blow caused Choirboy to double over and slide between the top and second ropes.  As he had hit the headbutt, Alex had grabbed the second rope and pulled downward.  Choirboy had just hit the floor when he felt a series of stomps and kicks start to rain down on his body.  He had fallen in front of Jake.

Jake had managed to get in several blows when Brad and Berry arrived to pull him off.  Moments later Taylor arrived and an all-out brawl erupted between the lumberjacks.  Alex exited the ring, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair pulling Choirboy to his feet before slamming his forehead into the mat edge.

The lumberjacks were too involved in their own brawl to pay the legal men much attention.  Alex bounced Choirboy’s head twice more before picking him up and depositing him back into the ring.  Alex took one step back from the ring in preparation for jumping up on the ring edge when he felt an explosion in his groin.  Brad had managed to escape the brawl long enough to deliver a pump handle between the legs.  But that was all he got in before being engulfed back into the fight from the lumberjacks.

Alex dropped to his knees, but he slowly managed to get back to his feet and climbed back onto the ring apron where he was met with a headbutt into the lower abs.  Only by holding onto the top rope was he able to on the ring edge.  Choirboy turned and head snapped Alex over the top rope and back into the ring.  As soon as Alex hit the mat, Choirboy began to unleash a series of stomps in his abs.  Tiring of this, he pulled Alex to his feet, lifted him up and drop him ab first across his knee.  He did this twice more before locking him into an abdominal stretch.  He made sure he was close enough to the ropes so that he could grab the top rope and pull when Jeff wasn’t in position.

The lumberjacks had managed to separate and were back on their sides of the ring.  Jake was screaming to Jeff about the use of the ropes, and Jeff was finally able to catch Choirboy and demanded the break.  Choirboy deliver a fist to the lower abs, just above the root of the cock, before releasing the hold.  As Alex staggered away, Choirboy charged across the ring, wrapped his arm around Alex’s neck and delivered a bulldog down to the mat.  

As the crowd cheered, Choirboy stood up, pulled Alex into the center of the ring, rolled him to his stomach, sat on the lower back and draped both of Alex’s arms over his knees and then locked his hands under Alex’s chin.  He then pulled backward and slightly upward locking on the camel clutch.  This mainly applied pressure to the back but also stretched out the abs.  Choirboy would occasionally bounce up and down on the back.  He held the hold for a couple of minutes before dropping Alex to the mat.  He stood and stomped down onto the back several times.  He then forced Alex to his feet, picked him up and dropped him down over his outstretched knee.

He did not allow Alex to fall off the knee but instead applied pressure to the upper thigh and the chest forcing Alex into a bow.  Tiring of this hold, he lifted his right hand, folded it into a fist and slammed in down into Alex’s balls, before pushing him off his knee.  He quickly stood and used his feet to push Alex out of the ring directly in front of Brad.

As Alex rolled off the ring apron, Jeff got in Choirboy’s face.  “Watch the blows to the balls,” he screamed.

“What blow to the balls?? I simple hit him the lower abs.”

“I’m not that damned stupid you know.  So, watch it,” Jeff replied.

As Alex hit the floor, Brad quickly pulled him to his feet, lifted him in a bear hug and then dropped him down crotch first onto his extended knee.  Without releasing him, he raised him back up and then dropped him again.  At this point, Taylor managed to reach the two and slammed a forearm to Brad’s back breaking the hold.

Jake came around the other side and was approaching the action when Barry slammed a flying dropkick into him from behind, propelling him forward.  As Brad released Alex after Taylor’s forearm, he saw Barry approaching Jake, and dropped himself and Alex to the floor.  Jake, from the force of the dropkick, flew forward and slammed into Taylor knocking them both backward and down.  Barry seized Alex by both ankles, pulled his legs up and then dropped a leg drop down into the crotch.

Alex’s cock and balls were screaming in pain at this point.  Brad sat Alex up, applied a sitting full nelson and locked his ankles inside Alex’s thigh and pulled them apart.  Barry had regained his feet stepped back to the fence and then charged in dropping down to the floor at the last moment and sliding boot first into Alex’s already abused nuts.  The pain was so intense that Alex jerked forward breaking the full nelson.   

In the ring, Jeff finally turned to the action on the outside of the ring.  Choirboy’s attempt at distraction had helped.  As he turned, he saw Alex curled on the floor with his hands grasped into his balls.  He was also just in time to see Jake and Taylor attack Brad and Barry.  The lumberjacks were off feuding again.

Seizing the opportunity, Choirboy exited the ring behind the referee and charged around the ring to Alex.  Normally Taylor and Jake would attempt to attack him but they were busy with B&B.  Arriving at Alex, he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He stood chest to chest with Alex, locked his arms around his upper back and charged Alex’s lower back into the ring apron.  He pulled back and repeated the move one more time.

By this time Jake has reached seven in his count out. Choirboy rolled Alex back into the ring.  He then jumped to the apron, leaped up to the top rope and then dropped knees first into Alex’s abs causing spittle to fly from Alex’s mouth as he jackknifed upwards.

Outside the ring, the lumberjacks finally separated.   

“This shit isn’t over with yet,” Brad taunted as Taylor and Jake retreated back to their side of the ring.  Brad turned and winked at one of his friends in the audience who gave a thumbs up sign.  The commish happened to catch this exchange and was intrigued to see what B&B had planned as it was obvious they were up to something.  And when they were up to something it usually didn’t end well for someone.  

Choirboy rolled off of Alex, sat off to the side of him and then applied a double abdominal claw.  He squeezed with all his might.  Alex screamed and rolled from side to side.  Choirboy just smiled as he felt the abused muscles under his fingers giving.  He, with the help of Brad and Barry, had managed to soften the muscles up.  He decided it was time to work on another muscle group.

He released the claw, grabbed the right wrist and pulled it out and away from Alex’s body.  He then placed his left hand on the pec, raised into the air and slammed his knee down into the right bicep.  He did this twice more before releasing the wrist and standing up.  He then pulled Alex to his feet.

Choirboy went to whip Alex into the ropes, but Alex managed to reverse the hold and sent Choirboy into the ropes.  As he bounced off, Alex met him with a clothesline.  Unfortunately, he used his right arm and felt the blow in his bicep.

As Choirboy slammed down onto his back, Alex kicked him in the side.  As Choirboy rolled over to escape the blows, he rolled outside the ring on Taylor’s side of the ring.  Chad immediately began slamming kicks into the side and abs.  Barry had anticipated where Choirboy was going to land, so he was quickly on that side of the ring and delivered a running tackle knocking Taylor away from Choirboy and slamming him down to the floor.   Jake had charged around the side of the ring where Barry had been and Brad, instead of running straight to the ring where the action was, had run the long way around the ring.  

After Alex had rolled Choirboy onto the floor, he had relaxed back into the corner with his arms spread along the top rope drawing in deep breaths of air.  As Brad approached that corner, he saw that Jeff was occupied with counting the action going on outside the ring, so he jumped up onto the ring apron, forgetting about the outside refs, grabbed Alex’s right arm, pulled it over the top rope and then dropped down to the floor slamming the upper arm into the rope near the turnbuckle.  When he hit the floor he remained holding onto the arm pulling down with all his might.  Alex felt as is his arm was being pulled out of the socket.

The fans expected something to happen when the outside refs alerted Jeff in the ring to the interference from Brad.  However, nothing happened.  If you looked at the outside refs, you would see that they were all looking somewhere else. 

Chad and Brice looked around and figured out what was happening. 

Chad leaned over and said to his group, “Going by the grin on the commish’s face, I think he is up to his usual tricks.” And indeed, he was.  An extra $200 each gave the outside refs selective seeing.

Jake had reached the action outside the ring and delivered a couple of stomps to Choirboy before hefting him up locking on a bear hug and slamming the lower back into the ring edge before rolling him back into the ring.  He then turned to attack Barry who was on top of Taylor and slamming fists into the head and pecs.  He delivered a forearm across the back, knocking Barry forward with his chest covering Taylor’s head and Barry’s neck and face on the floor.  Jake delivered a leg drop across the neck and upper chest, slamming Barry’s head to the floor

As Choirboy was being rolled back into the ring and Jeff went to check on him, Brad released Alex’s arm, reached under the bottom rope and grabbed both of Alex’s ankles yanking them below the bottom rope.  Alex fell backward, without being able to provide much protection, and slammed onto the mat.  Brad kept pulling until Alex had been pulled out of the ring.  He pulled Alex to his feet, trapped his right arm behind the back and lifted Alex up delivering a bodyslam with his right arm trapped behind his back.

He looked over and saw that Taylor and Jake were still beating on Barry so he repeated the move twice more.  He then lifted him up and slammed Alex’s right shoulder in the ring post.  By this time, Jeff had realized that Alex was out of the ring and had walked over and began his count.  Brad rolled Alex back into the ring and then went over to help his brother out.  Once again the lumberjacks were brawling.  Barry had taken quite a beating from the two bigger men, but Brad figured it was worth it for the extra action he was able to take on Alex.

By the time Alex was rolled back into the ring, Choirboy was back on his feet.  He immediately went in for the kill.  He delivered two stomps to the abs and one stomp to the right biceps.  He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Alex to his feet.  He forced his right arm behind his back and then pushed it as high up the back as he could.  Alex groaned and was forced up onto his tip toes to try and relieve the strain.

Alex threw his left elbow backward, but Choirboy had anticipated that move and was able to avoid it.  In doing so, he had maneuvered Alex toward one of the ring posts.  He pulled the arm down, pushed Alex’s head down so that he was bent at the waist and then charged Alex between the ropes and into the turnbuckle shoulder first.  Alex screamed as he hit the steel post.  

The lumberjacks were breaking up their latest skirmish and were heading back toward their respective sides of the ring.  Surprisingly, Jake seemed to be the worse for wear seeing as he and Taylor were double teaming Barry for a long time.  However, after Brad had rolled Alex back into the ring he had charged over to the action.  Seeing a perfect opportunity, he had launched into a standing drop kick to the upper back and head of Jake.  Being totally unprepared this had propelled Jake forward and slamming him face first into the fence.  As luck would have it, he slammed his forehead into one of the supporting poles.  As the lumberjack’s had fought, B&B took every opportunity to inflict further damage to Jake.  They finally stepped back and everyone left to go back to their side of the ring with a lot of trash talking. 

As they left, Brad whispered to Barry, “I think it is time. Next skirmish”. Brad found some of his friends in the crowd and nodded.  They smiled and gave him the thumbs up sign.

As Alex pulled back from the slam into the turnbuckle, he stumbled into Choirboy who wrapped his arms around the waist and lifted Alex up and over in a perfect suplex.  He rolled to his knees and then to his feet.  He pulled Alex’s left arm out, stood on the wrist and began stomping down into the bicep.  Alex tried to move his right arm over to catch the foot, but his bicep and shoulder were in too much pain.

After tiring of this move, Choirboy pulled Alex to his feet.  He again grabbed the left wrist, pulled it straight out and the Choirboy turned to bring the arm over his shoulder.  He then slammed the upper arm into his shoulder several times.  Alex cried out each time his arm hit the shoulder.  After the last slam, Choirboy turned back toward Alex and twisted the arm causing Alex to bend at the waist.  When he did so, Choirboy delivered a series of kicks into the armpit and upper arm.  He then dropped the arm as Alex fell to his knees.  Choirboy ran off the ropes and drove his knee into the back of Alex’s head forcing him to the ring mat and driving his forehead into the mat.  Alex was seeing stars.

With some difficulty, Choirboy pulled Alex to his feet and deciding to let his lumberjacks into the action, threw Alex between the first and second rope.  Unfortunately, he had become confused and threw him out on Taylor’s side of the ring.  

Brad charged around the ring and reached Alex.  However, Taylor was right there and  Taylor stepped between Alex and Brad, pushing Brad backwards. When Barry had turned to charge around the ring, he slipped and fell allowing Jake to run past him and get to Alex first. He then turned to face the direction that Barry was coming from.

Barry surprised Jake by coming to a stop in front of him and just staring.  Suddenly Barry lashed out with a right first, slamming a glancing blow to Jake causing him to step toward the ring.  Meanwhile Brad backed up from Taylor, Taylor followed and then stopped taking a wide legged stance to prevent Brad from advancing.  Sensing his chance, Barry stepped around Jake and behind Taylor and delivered the toe of his boot between Taylor’s legs and up into his balls.  His aim was true.  Taylor’s mouth flew open, but little sound escaped.  Both hands flew to this crotch and he bent slightly forward.  Brad stepped forward, wrapped his arm over Taylor’s head and dropped backward, driving Taylor’s head into the thin mat around the ring with a DDT.

Once he had delivered the kick, Barry turned and saw Jake approaching.  He launched into a standing dropkick, which drove Jake backward and into the edge of the ring.  He stepped forward and again launched his boot into a pair of balls.  As Jake mimicked Taylor by grabbing his balls and bending over, Brad mimicked Barry and delivered a backwards DDT driving Jake’s head into the thin mats.

Brad and Barry then quickly approached Alex, pulled him to his feet and threw him under the ropes much to the surprise of the crowd.  Once back in the ring, where Choirboy had been distracting the ref,  Choirboy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him across the ring.  Jeff followed him to keep the action under control.

Outside the ring, Brad and Barry had each grabbed an opponent by his ears, pulled the head up and slammed them full force back to the ground.  They each did this twice.  They each then rolled their groggy opponents to their back and sat them up using their hair.  Brad and Barry dropped behind their opponents, locked their legs around the waist and locked the ankles.  They next each applied a sleeper hold.  By the time that Jake and Taylor managed to figure out what was happening it was too late as they were drifting off into neverland.   

In the ring, Choirboy had placed Alex in a tree of woe hanging upside down in the corner.  He then stood on the palms of Alex’s hands preventing them from moving, and began delivering a series of thrust and chops into the armpits.  When Jeff neared the count of five, he would step back long enough to break he count, then raise his hands and deliver a double ax handle down into the balls.  He would then step back on the hands and start again.

Outside the ring, Alex’s lumberjacks had been incapacitated, but Brad and Barry weren’t finished just yet.   They each grabbed their respective lumberjack by the feet and pulled them to one of the ring corners.  The corners were along the same side so that they would be able to see each other. Once they had them at the corners, they pulled each ankle on a different side of the ring post.  They then knotted the boot laces together, trapping the opponents to the ring post.

Brad then looked over the crowd until he found his friends.  He walked over and his friend handed him a series of items.  Some would have been too big to easily get through the fence, but some fence cutters had solved that issue.  It took a couple of hundred-dollar bills to get them in through security (along with a promise that they wouldn’t be used on humans.)  Brad went over to Barry and divided his haul into two halves.  Brad and Berry took the first item and attached it to the ring post by an adjustable buckle strap.  Once in place it was obvious that this was a penis gag, moderate size.  Once in place, Brad and Berry, working together lifted Jake up and slapped him around until he started to wake up.  They forced the penis gag into position, making sure the teeth went to the small area at the base.  The gag was then fastened into place using the second buckle strap around the head.  Finally, a pair of handcuffs were used to trap the hands around the post.  The same was then done to Taylor.

When finished, Alex’s two lumberjacks had been immobilized and taken out of the equation as they were essentially strapped to the ring post by a penis gag, handcuffs and their tied boots.  Brad and Barry high fived as they walked away and signaled to Choirboy who had Alex tied up in the tree of woe on the opposite side of the ring.  The ref was forcing him back from the ropes.  Choirboy realized that B&B were signaling him so he walked over to see what was up.  He had to look over the ropes to figure out what was going on.  When he realized what had happened, he gave the twins a big thumbs up and laughed.  He was totally surprised as B&B had mentioned nothing about this.  

“Damn, those two are pretty damn evil. We just may have to start a little partnership,” he mumbled to himself before he turned back into the ring.  Alex’s feet had been freed from the rope and he had dropped to the mat.  Choirboy charged across the ring and did a baseball slide between the spread knees of Alex.  His feet slammed into Alex’s balls causing him to retch.  As Jeff pushed Choirboy back, Alex rolled out of the ring looking for a little break.  He was surprised when he felt himself being pulled up by the hair.  Looking around he saw no evidence of Jake or Taylor.

Brad locked on a full nelson while Barry began using Alex’s body as a speed bag.  He punched rapidly into the pecs and abs.  He concentrated on the abs softening them up even more.  As the ref approached the ring to implore them to put Alex back in the ring, he was surprised that he only saw B&B.  He began the ten count.  In this match, if the ref reached Ten while the lumberjacks were working over their man, then the man being worked over would be declared the winner.  When Jeff got to nine, B&B slammed Alex’s abs into the ring apron and then slid him under the bottom ropes face up.

Once in the ring, Choirboy began a series of boot stomps, elbows and knees to the abs.  Outside the ring, B&B heard some mumbling and realized that their counterparts were more alert.  Brad approached over to Taylor, reached around and began sliding his hands up and down the abs.

“Washboard abs are a big turn on for me.  I’d love nothing more than to destroy these in the ring and then make love to them.”  As he said this, his hands slid up to the pecs and his thumb and first finger on each hand latched onto a nipple.  He squeezed as hard as he could.  Taylor moaned and tried to pull back but he had little room to move.

“Of course, I’d love to chew on these as well. But since I can’t, this will have to do.”  So, saying, he opened the jaws of a pair of tit clamps, placed them over the nipple and let them slam shut.  Taylor tried to scream and pull away but couldn’t move much.  The tit clamps had a chain between them which was wrapped around the ring post.  If he moved to much, the clamps pulled his tits away from his chest.

Brad leaned over and began nibbling on Taylor’s ear and whispering.  “Man, I could have so much damned fun with this gorgeous body.” He had reached around and began caressing the abs  and running his hand down into the front of the jeans.  “Well, well what do we have here,” Brad whispered as his hand ran into the head of Taylor’s hardening cock, for although Taylor was straight, his cock was directly attached to his tits, something his dates were quick to learn.

“Seems you like some rough action.  I’ll have to remember that.”  He then laughed, yanked on the tit chain and walked away as Tyler moaned.   

Inside the ring, Choirboy stopped and looked down at the reddened abs of his opponent.  He gave an evil smile as he pumped his hand and screamed “yes”.  He then posed for the crowd.  Many wrestlers would tell you to take out your opponent’s legs so that they were less mobile.  Choirboy didn’t adhere to that philosophy.  He felt that if you could weaken or destroy the abs that was a much better strategy because you had to use your abs for everything –walking, talking, breathing, moving and almost all other body functions.  So now every time Alex did anything he would feel it and it would slow him down.  Plus, he had also taken out a good deal of the function of the arms.  Alex was his play toy now and was going to get the beating he so richly deserved.

He walked over to continue his abuse of Alex, but Alex wasn’t quite as out of it as he thought.  Alex lunged up and delivered a head butt into the groin of Choirboy eliciting a loud grunt and an exhalation of air.  But he did feel it in his core.  As the Choirboy stepped backward, he grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and pulled him back down to the mat.  Alex managed to get an ankle onto the rope.  Jeff got between the two and began pushing Choirboy back.  Choirboy took two steps backwards and then stopped.  He began complaining about the low blow and tried to get around Jeff who was bodily blocking him.

Seizing their opportunity, Brad and Barry each grabbed a leg and pulled Alex out of the ring.  They jerked him hard and fast so that he went horizontal out of the ring.  Once his upper body cleared the edge of the ring gravity took over and he fell toward the floor.  However, the knees of Brad and Berry were in the way and he slammed his abs into them, grunting loudly as he hit.  Brad grabbed both arms and pulled them behind Alex’s back while placing his foot in the middle of the upper back and pulled backward.

Alex was in a very effective surfboard which he felt in his abs, shoulders and upper arms.  Barry began alternating kicks into the shoulders and upper arms further punishing them.  Choirboy kept Jeff occupied while B&B did their thing.  Tiring of the hold, Brad released the surfboard and quickly rolled Alex to his back.  Each of the twins grabbed an ankle and lifted the legs up.  They each delivered two toe point kicks into the inner thigh muscle and then both dropped to the floor, splitting Alex’s legs apart as far as possible.  Alex shrieked and tried to sit up, which only caused pain in his abs.

As soon as they hit the floor, Brad and Barry scampered away from Alex.  When Jeff heard the shriek he turned to find Alex on the floor, but Brad and Berry standing on different sides of the ring.  Taylor and Jake were still nowhere to be seen as they were bound on the other side of the ring.  As Jake was taking all this in, Choirboy exited the ring to the side, high fived Brad and walked around to Alex.  He grabbed one ankle, stood on the other and spread the legs apart as far as he could.  He listened to the count from Jake and once he got to eight, the stepped off the ankle, drew his foot upward and stomped down into Alex’s balls.  He then rolled back under the ring to break the count.

Once he was one his feet, Jeff was all over him about the low blow and the work outside the ring. Brad and Barry went over to Alex.  Brad pulled him up and into a half nelson.  With his free hand, he clamped it over Alex’s mouth.  Once the hand was in place, Barry dropped to his knee and delivered a fist straight into Alex’s already abused balls.  Due to the hand over his mouth, there was not much noise.  Brad let him fall to the floor.

Checking to see that Choirboy still had Jeff distracted, Brad and Barry proceeded to strip Alex out of his maple themed trunks.  They then rolled him back into the ring wearing just his tight jockstrap.  When Jeff turned around, he knew that he had been played and realized that he had to do a better job for the rest of the match although he knew it was probably already too late.  Choirboy pulled Alex to his feet and locked on an abdominal stretched.  Once he had his stretched out he began delivering punches into the tortured ab muscles.

“What the fuck did you do?,” Jeff screamed as Choirboy locked on the abdominal stretch.  “Where the hell are his trunks?”

“How the fuck would I know.  I’ve been preoccupied by you.  He probably got a little tired and wanted to show off some.”  With this Choirboy reached down and locked on a tight ball claw.

Jeff immediately began the count.  

Brad took the trunks and went over to Taylor.  He pulled the trunks over his head and cinched them down tight forcing Taylor to inhale the odor.  He then reached down and removed the tit clamps.  Taylor bucked as much as possible when the clamps were released.  It got worse when Brad began massaging and twisting at the nipples.  In spite of himself Taylor felt his cock growing into its full hardness.  Brad then reached over and began nibbling on the ear lobe and using his tongue, while keep up the work on his tits.  In spite of himself and in mortification, Taylor felt himself shooting off a large load.  Brad just chuckled as he noticed the growing wet spot in the jeans.

“I knew you were a kinky little bastard,” he laughed.  He then reapplied the clamps and walked away laughing.  Taylor was actually glad he had the trunks over his face so that people could not see the large blush that he had.  He knew he would never live this night down.

 Just before the count of five, Choirboy released the ball claw and the abdominal stretch, but immediately reapplied the stretch.  He wanted to torture the abs some more before he decided which muscle group to attack next.

He released the stretch, delivered a knee into the abs, grabbed Alex by the hair and threw him through the ropes into the waiting arms of Brad and Barry.  As Alex sailed through the ropes, Choirboy shouted “pecs”.

Brad grabbed both arms and twisted them behind Alex’s back.  Barry stood in front and then began a series of chops across the pecs.  Each blow made Alex stagger back a little, and even Brad had to take a small step backward.  In the ring, Choirboy attempted to engage Jeff, but Jeff ignored him and continued to the count of the lumberjacks.  B&B had no choice except to return Alex back to the ring but not before Brad delivered one final full-strength punch to the navel.

Alex was rolled back into the ring in a great deal of pain.  He knew that he didn’t stand a chance and the smart thing would have been to submit.  But he had no intention of doing that just yet.  Choirboy grabbed a wrist and used it to pull Alex to the middle of the ring.  He then dropped his ass onto Alex’s abs.  He pulled the arms so that they were by Alex’s side and then locked them between his knees and Alex’s side.  He then began to deliver a series of punches to the pecs, alternating between the right and the left.   

At one point, Jeff dropped down and began a three count as Alex’s shoulders were on the mat.  Choirboy reached up, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted up, bringing Alex’s shoulder with him.  He then released the hair and returned to the punching.  This entire scenario occurred three more times before Choirboy tired of this.  Alex’s body was hurting everywhere it seemed.

Choirboy pulled Alex to his feet and then locked a pec claw onto each pec.  He made sure that his fingers were digging in deep to the muscles.   Then in a show of strength he lifted Alex off his feet and began to shake him, increasing the pain in the pecs.  Alex was not able to get any effective punches or feet to stop the action so he just dangled there.

Meanwhile Brad had returned to Taylor and removed the clamps from one tit.  He then began to massage and twist. He would have loved to get his mouth on the tit, and his tongue, but Taylor was able to move around enough to make that impossible.  In spite of himself, Taylor’s cock was starting to harden again.  Down the way, Jake could see out of his eye was happening but didn’t really comprehend it, especially when Barry dropped down beside him and delivered a series of punches into his balls.  The pain was agonizing.  Barry then walked over to his friends, took something through the fence and returned to Jake.

Brad ripped the clamp off the other tit, sat behind Taylor reached an arm around each side and began his caressing and assault on the nipples.  In a matter of moments, Taylor was rocked hard.  Brad was an expert at reading body language and knew when Taylor was close to ejaculating again and would back off.  He was edging Taylor, frustrating the hell out of him, while Brad was getting a good hardon himself.  

Back inside the ring, Choirboy threw Alex to the mat.  He knew the time was coming to stop the beatdown.  But not before he made another circuit of Alex’s body, stomping the biceps, the shoulders the reddened pecs and the loose abs.  He finished by lifting up the ankles and delivering a leg drop between the thighs and into the crotch.  He decided to finish the match with an illegal hold.  He slid up between the legs and locked on a ball claw reinforcing it with his other hand.   

Jake called out the move and began to count him out.   However, when he reached three he heard Alex scream out “I submit, no more, I give, please stop.”  Jake had a choice to make, continue the count and break the hold, or accept the submission even though the hold was illegal.  He decided on the later and he knew that Alex was in a great deal of pain.

Jake signaled for the bell and motioned for Choirboy to break the hold.  To everyone’s amazement he did.  Choirboy then stood and flexed while his boot was on Alex’s chest, glorifying in his win.  He dropped down next to Alex and whispered “that was fun.  We should do this again, but for now I think we are almost even.  But there is one more thing to do.”  He pulled Alex to his feet, drug him over to the ropes and then tied his arms between the top and second rope with his feet dangling off the ring edge.  He slipped outside the ring, ripped Alex’s jock strap off, and in an imitation of what he thought of as Tim’s hold, tied Alex’s boot laces to his balls.  This pulled down on his balls which were already sore.  He groaned.

Choirboy then stood, forced the jock strap into Alex’s mouth and used the straps to tie it around his head.  Jake had stood by and allowed all this happen.  He knew that if he tried to interfere he would probably get a beatdown of his own but more importantly he realized that his had to happen if there was ever to be any resolution between Choirboy and Alex.   But he seriously doubted that would happen.

While Choirboy had been getting the submission, Brad had continued his assault of Taylor’s tits.  He finally brough him to his second emission just as Choirboy was tying the jockstrap. 

“Well, that was fun.  Next time we do this it should be a blast,” Brad taunted.

B&B then joined Choirboy in the ring as the crowd responded overwhelmingly for Choirboy.  Choirboy then turned toward Jake and started walking toward him.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything, all is good,” Jake replied as he backpedaled until he hit the ring ropes.  Choirboy and B&B were immediately in front of him smiling with an evil glint in their eyes.

Choirboy got close and just said, “Step out of the ring and down onto the floor.”

“Why, what….” Jake began until he saw the look in Choirboy’s eye.  He stepped out and down onto the floor.  For the first time he was able to see what had happened to Tyler and Jake.  While he was outraged for his friends, he had to give the heels credit.  They had used the match setup to their advantage, much to Alex’s detriment.  Choirboy and B&B then joined him and they escorted Jake out of the cage.  As they passed  through the cage door, one of B&B’s friends handed them a thick chain which was used to lock the door to the cage and a large master padlock was applied.  The key was inserted and then broken off.  Taylor, Jake and Alex were going to have to wait for some time to be released if B&B had anything to say about it.

Once in the back, Choirboy and B&B went to the heel locker room and Jake into the ref’s room.

“Why didn’t you fuck him in the middle of the ring?,” Barry asked.

“While that was tempting, not really my style and besides the timing isn’t right.   Got to give the fans something to look forward to.”

“So it isn’t over between you two??”

“Listen, at the Redneck Arena it is NEVER over between anybody.”  As he said this Choirboy put his hand on Barry’s chest and pushed him against the wall.  In a menacing voice, Choirboy said “And remember, even if it is over, there is always someone new to feud with.”  With that he lightly tapped Barry in the balls and then walked off to shower.

Barry and Brad looked over at each other and Brad raised his eyebrows in a questioning fashion.  They then exited the locker room still in their wrestling attire.

Meanwhile security was trying to figure out how to get the door of the cage opened.  Finally, one of them had the bright idea to take the wire cutters away from B&B’s friends and use that to cut through the fencing.  While one group was releasing Alex, another group was trying to free Taylor and Jake.  Taylor was easy as there were a pair of handcuff keys laying on the mat next to him.  His hands were freed, his shoelaces cut and then the cock gag was released from the ring post freeing him.  Removing the gag from his mouth was going to be a little more difficult as Brad had locked it on with a small lock and no key was handy.  The crowd laughed and jeered as they all noticed the big wet spot on Taylor’s jeans as he ran out of the ring and to the back.  

Jake wasn’t as lucky for Barry had poured superglue into the handcuff locks and had used locks to secure the cock gag to Jake’s head and to the ring post.  It was going to take some time to free him (couple hours actually).  But then again maybe security wasn’t moving as rapidly as possible.

Alex and Taylor were escorted back to their respective locker rooms.  As Taylor came in, Jeff appeared with a set of keys he had found on the bench and was finally able to free the cock gag from Taylor’s mouth.   The keys didn’t work on Jake however, as Barry had poured superglue into those lock as well.

Chad walked in to check on a naked and tired Alex as he sat on the bench.  He was accompanied by Brice and Dan.

“Why didn’t you submit sooner?” Chad asked.

“Common sense.  I knew if I submitted too soon, even though I wanted to, Choirboy would feel cheated and the feud would continue.  Hopefully now, I won’t be as big a target as before, but with Choirboy who knows.  Hopefully he’ll turn his sights on someone else now.”

“Probably good plan.  But don’t really know if that will work,” Chad replied.  Just then the door opened and B&B walked into the room.  Chad stood up and positioned himself between B&B and Alex.

“Chill out big guy,” Brad stated.  “We aren’t here to do anything other than to check on our friend here.”  Once again he and Barry exchanged looks that silently said, “if Brice and Dan weren’t here….”

“Some friends,” Chad replied.

“Hey, he had it coming and he knows it.  But as far as we are concerned it is over with.”

Chad looked skeptical but Alex replied “Hey it’s okay.  God help me but I believe them.”

Chad then stood back and was surprised as B&B helped Alex out of his wrestling gear and into the shower to clean up, get dressed and then escorted Alex out and home.

As they moved toward the back door, they ran into Taylor who had just gotten some fresh air as he was waiting on security to free Jake.  Taylor tensed as the group passed by especially when Brad suddenly reached up and, through his shirt, grasped Taylor’s right nipple. Taylor tried to step back but ran into the wall.  As Brad grasped the tit, in spite of himself, Taylor let out a moan of pleasure.

Alex started to step over to assist Taylor, but Barry placed his hand on Alex’s arm and said “Don’t worry.  Nothing bad is going to happen---here.”

“Maybe you and I alone sometimes,” Brad whispered.  As he released the nipple, he slapped his other hand into Taylor wet groin hitting the balls with a little more force than a love tap.  He noted that Taylor’s cock was engorged again.  Taylor just moaned some more and turned red. Brad just winked at him and laughed.

B&B, and the people standing around all just laughed at Taylor’s discomfort.  All except the commish who had wandered back.  He grinned with true malevolence.  He just had to figure out a way to get Taylor and his magnificent chest into a match.  Especially now that all the heels knew  where his Achilles heel was – his magnificent tits.  

A couple of hours later, Taylor and a finally freed Jake were sitting in the ref’s room with Jeff who had waited around.

“Sorry guys, but there wasn’t really anything I could do,” Jeff explained.

Jake replied “yeah we know that.  Doesn’t make it any better but we know it.  I actually have to give them some credit, they thought it out and knew what they were doing.”

Taylor scowled in his direction.  “I don’t have to give them anything, except maybe a beating.”

“Well, they did.  We are just going to have to start thinking more deviously if we have any hope of counterbalancing the heels in the future when we ref and especially when we wrestle.” 

They didn’t know that they had something else to worry about as well.  For As Alex sat at home, he was plotting a little revenge on his lumberjacks for letting him down.  He knew that he and they had been outsmarted.  Even knowing this, though, he still wanted a little revenge against his Lumberjacks for failing him and because he thought it would be fun.