Jekyll Island Fights: Tag Team Action

 

[Further adventures of our college boys on Jekyll Island]

Jekyll Island Fights:

Tag Team Action

By

The Mangler

Sherman and Mr. Peabody  parked in the soccer complex parking lot.  They got out of their car, grabbed their gym bags and water bottles and walked over the boardwalk and down onto Glory beach.  Once arriving they heard a loud thud and looked south where they could see the wrestling ring and realized that a match was in progress.  The audience was small but very vocal.  They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and headed in that direction.

“And that ladies and gentlemen concludes the official matches for tonight.  However, if you wish to stay around, you can watch a couple of college tag teams battle for bragging rights over each other.”

The Techies (Georgia Tech students) had just arrived when they heard the announcement and looked at each other.  They hadn’t really expected much of a crowd but were pleased.  They noticed Stewart off to the side talking with Mikey and headed in that direction.

“Hey Stewart, Mikey,” Sherman said.

“Welcome guys.  Hope you are ready to teach the Georgia boys a lesson,” Stewart replied as he fist bumped his two friends.

“Of course, we are.  How do you feel about that Mikey?”

“Knock yourself out.  Or rather knock themselves out,” was Mikey’s response.

They all turned as they heard laughter and shouting coming down the beach in the form of the Georgia boys.

“Let’s go kick some Techie ass, and balls,”  Justin screamed.

“Damned straight,” Jerry responded.

And then the college boys were all in a mass trash talking each other and just having a good time.  Mikey maneuvered himself so that he was standing next to Jerry.  He reached out and grabbed Jerry’s hand and placed it over his balls.  “Remember if you want some of this, you have to actively help your pals lose.”

Jerry jerked his hand away as if it had been placed in a fire.  “Not happening, asshole.”

Mikey just smiled and said just loud enough for Stewart and Jerry to hear, “Best damn orgasm ever –both times.”

To which Stewart responded, “Absofuckinglutely!!  Hope for a repeat sometime soon.”  With this he looked over at Mike with hunger in his eyes.

“Well see, Techie, we’ll see,” was all Mikey said as the teams headed for their spot in the ring.  He went and chose a spot down ring from the Georgia corner, where Jerry had stormed off to.  That way he was in Jerry’s line of site.  He then smiled at Stewart and gave him a big wink.

While this was going on the combatants for today’s match slid under the ropes and into the arena of battle.  The Georgia Tech guys stripped down to their GT singlets and tennis shoes, while the Georgia guys were wearing tight Georgia compression shorts, adorned with the bulldog mascot, and matching red tennis shoes.

Sherman stood at 5’8” and about 175 pounds.  He was muscular and athletic looking but not super shredded.  He had a fine coating of dark hair over his chest. His hair was cut short.  Mr. Peabody  was about the same height and weight, but not quite as muscular.  He had naturally blonde hair, so it appeared as though he had no body hair as it blended. Mr. Peabody’s real name was Milo but he had acquired the Mr. Peabody label while in high school since he and Sherman were such good pals.  In college many had shortened the name to just Peabody.

Justin stood at 6’ tall and had long brown hair.  Like Jerry he was fairly shredded in his musculature. He kept his head cropped to a number 2. His partner, Jordan, was the shortest at 5’6” and came in at 160 pounds.  He had a “frat boy” soft look to him, which was very deceptive as he was quite athletic.  He kept his black hair shorn to a number 2 crop also and had no obvious hair on his body.

Shortly thereafter a disembodied voice came over the make shift PA system.  “And in the battle of the colleges, our fighters have entered the ring.  The league has graciously agreed to supply the ref.” 

As the ref came out of the crowd and slipped into the ring, both Jerry and Stewart shouted, “Oh hell, no. Not you.”  For the ref for the match was none other than Chris (to Jerry) and Choirboy (to Stewart).

Quickly shutting both of them down, Chris shouted, “Hey it’s me or no match is happening here.  And don’t worry, I don’t have anything against any of these asswipes.  You two, however, are an entirely different story.  One we can settle in the ring if you have the cajones.”

Both Stewart and Jerry went quite and neither responded.  “Didn’t think so, ladies.”  He then turned and called the two teams to the middle of the ring.

“All right frat boys, do I need to go over the rules?”

All four shook their heads no and Justin said “I think we got this figured out.”

“Fine by me.  Just know that I don’t care if  you are “amateurs”, you are fighting in a pro ring and under pro rules, and I expect those rules to be followed.  I take my reffing seriously.”  As he said the last he looked out toward Jerry and Stewart and just winked.  “So, when I say break, I mean break.  If I tell you to release a hold, then release it.  If I tell you to jump, you ask how high.  I’m the ref and I control this ring.”

The four fighters looked an each other and then nodded.  “Okay let’s get this thing started.  Back to your corners and decide who is starting.”

As the Techies turned to go their corner, Justin and Jordan rushed them and delivered standing drop kicks to the back of the head and the upper backs, forcing Sherman and Peabody  to crash into each other in a tangle of limbs as they slammed into the corner. Justin and Jordan followed them into the corner.  Justin grabbed Peabody  by the back of the head, charged him across the ring and launched him over the top rope where he slammed into the sand on his back.   After tossing him over the rope, Justin turned back into the ring where Jordan had Sherman in a full nelson in the middle of the ring.

He charged toward the duo and then leaped at the last section, driving his knee into the abs of Sherman, forcing him and Jordon back a couple of steps.  Landing on his feet, Justin began using the abs of Sherman as a punching bag delivering a series of fists and punches.

Chris finally got to the combatants and screamed  “Break the damned hold and drop him.”  Jordan released the full nelson  and Justin delivered a forearm across the chin, dropping Sherman to the mat.

“If you say so, you’re the boss,” Jordan laughed.

“I ought to disqualify the two of you right now,” Chris screamed.  But Jordan caught Chris as he gave them both a wink.

Justin just laughed, “well the match hasn’t started yet, so you can’t do that.”  He then climbed out of the ring onto the apron.

Sherman was slowly getting to his hands and knees, while Peabody  still lay on the sand,  when the ref called for the bell which was rung by one of the wrestlers at ringside.

As soon as the bell sounded, Jordan charged across the ring and delivered a punt kick into Sherman’s abs forcing him over and back on the mat on his back.  Jordan quickly dropped a knee into the abs and then locked on an abdominal claw.  Jordan had amazing grip strength due to his summer jobs working in a factory.  Sherman just screamed.

While this action was going on, and the ref was looking the other way,  Justin leaped from the apron and landed with both feet in Peabody ’s wide-open abs.  The force of the blow caused Peabody’s mouth to expel air making him look like a blow fish.  Justin followed this move when he grabbed the ankles, lifted them up and delivered a stomp directly in the balls of his opponent.  The crowd laughed as Peabody  “oomphed” but couldn’t say much else.

Justin pulled Peabody  to his feet, lifted him up into an over the shoulder backbreaker.  He locked his right hand over the mouth and locked his left hand onto the balls, squeezing as hard as he could.  As he was doing this he walked Peabody  back to his corner, where he then hefted Peabody  over his head and dropped him abs first across the knee.

Chris finally caught the voice of Stewart screaming at him and turned and came over to admonish Justin for the outside activity.

“Just taking the trash back to where it belongs,” he responded before slamming a punt into the balls and returning to his corner.

Peabody  screamed, dropped his hands to his crotch and curled up.

Jordan saw Chris head to the ring edge to admonish Justin, so he released the abs claw and reapplied to the claw to the balls.  Sherman screamed a high pitch wail.  This caught Chris’s attention and so he turned back to the action to find Jordan, pulling Sherman up by the hair.  Once he had Sherman on his feet, he threw him, back first, into his and Justin’s corner.  He quickly followed up by running across the ring and driving his shoulder into Sherman’s abs.  He then tagged Justin into the ring. 

Immediately after tagging Justin, Jordan grabbed the middle ropes on each side of Sherman and used them to help propel his shoulder into Sherman’s abs.  Chris called for the break and then began to count.  At the count of four, Jordan released the ropes, stepped back and to the side and threw his hands up into the air.

Chris started to warn Jordan but Justin charged in, driving his knee deep into Sherman’s abs, and then repeated Jordan grab of the ropes and shoulder presses into the abs.  Once again, Chris forced a break and drove Justin back into the ring.  Seizing his opportunity, Jordan hung Sherman’s arms over the top rope and then dragged both legs up and over the middle rope.  Sherman was now hanging on the ropes in his opponent’s corner.

When Justin noted Jordan step toward the middle of the ring apron, away from the corner, he sidestepped Chris and once again charged and driving his knee into the abs.  But with Sherman strung up the way he was, the lower leg also slammed into his balls.  A large stream of spittle came from Sherman’s mouth and then he slumped over.

Justin pulled Sherman from the corner, delivered a power slam and then dropped down for the cover.

“One, Two, Three,” went the count as Chris counted the man out.  The first fall went to the Georgia Team without any offense from the Georgia Tech team.  More importantly, both of the GT guys were now hurting.

Justin and Jordan high fived each other and rolled under the ring ropes to greet Jerry. 

Stewart entered the ring screaming at Chris, “What the fuck was that?  You let them cheat to win.”

Chris got nose to nose with Stewart and said “Careful there college boy, or I might have to show you a thing or two about real wrestlers.  Your just pissed off because the Georgia boys had a better strategy than your guys and made them look like the piss poor losers they are.”

Realizing that nothing good could come from this confrontation, and remembering their last confrontation, Stewart turned, helped Sherman out of the ring, and tried to help Sherman and Peabody recover during the 10-minute rest period.

While talking to Justin and Jordan, Jerry looked over to where Mikey was standing.  Mikey got a sad look to his face, reached down, grabbed his balls and shook them.  He then lifted his other finger and waved it back and forth, signaling to Jerry that there was going to be no action for him.  Jerry felt a small stir in his crotch, blushed and then turned away.  This exchange wasn’t noticed by anyone else except Stewart.  When Mikey turned and met Stewart’s stare, he smiled and winked.  Stewart quickly glanced over at Jerry, laughed and then turned back to help his friends.

After the ten minutes were up, Chris called both teams back to the ring and advised Sherman and Justin that as the last men in the first fall, they would be starting first.  Sherman was moving a little slowly and Justin just smirked.

Chris signaled for the bell and the two men moved towards each other.  Sherman was a little wary about locking up so the two wrestlers were circling each other. As the two circled and Justin had his back to his opponent’s corner, Peabody had jumped to the top rope and delivered a drop kick to Justin’s back.  This forced Justin forward and into the arms of Sherman. He wrapped his arms around the chest, lifted Justin off his feet and twisted to the left dropping Justin to the mat and landing on top of him.

“Hey, you aren’t the legal man so stay the hell out of the ring,” Chris screamed as Peabody  rolled back under the ropes to the sand.

“Don’t know what you babbling about,” was his response.

Once Justin and Sherman hit the mat, Sherman rolled over to his knees and shot a double fuck you to Jordan, pissing him off.

Seeing that Chris was still berating Peabody , Sherman sat across Justin’s abs and began a series of punches to the chest and pecs of Justin with one or two being to the jaw.  As Chris turned back to the action, he saw Sherman applying a double pec claw.

Seeing the illegal action that Chris missed, Jordan began to enter the ring to complain to the ref.  Chris met him just as he got into the ring.

“I’ve got this.  Now get the hell out of the ring.”

“But that was illegal and you need to do something…”

“I did do something.  It is over with now, YOU, get the fuck out of my ring.”

Chris stood there until Jordan was back on the ring apron. 

Sensing an opportunity while Jordan was distracting the ref, Sherman pulled Justin to his feet, lifted him in the air and then dropped him crotch first across his knee.  Justin screamed.  Sherman quickly repeated the hold and then let Justin fall to the mat, with his hands in his crotch.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”, he sneered.  As he said this, he lifted Justin’s legs into the air and then dropped forehead first down into the balls driving Justin’s hands deeper into his own balls.

Justin responded by curling up and sobbing.  Chris had caught the tail end of the hold and advised Sherman to watch the low blows.

“I got as close as I could and it looked damned good,” Sherman smirked.

“Watch yourself, asshole,” Chris replied.

Sherman turned toward a downed Justin, but quickly leaped over him and slammed a forearm across the upper chest of Jordan standing on the ring apron forcing him backward off the ring apron.  A pissed off Jordan then tried to enter the ring under the lower ropes.  As he got his upper body under the ropes, Sherman dropped a knee into the back of the head, slamming the head into the mat and stunning him.  Sherman reached down, grabbed Jordan and pulled him up. He quickly wrapped his arms around his opponent, lifted him up and then charged him across the ring, slamming him back first into his corner where Peabody  immediately locked an arm across the throat.

Chris began berating the duo, while Sherman returned to Justin, pulled him to his feet and repeated the maneuver driving him into Jordan in the corner.  He then tagged in Peabody .  Sherman quickly attained the ring apron and locked his arm around the throat of both the Bulldogs holding them in the corner.  Peabody  grabbed he ring ropes and began driving his shoulder into Justin’s abs and by transference slamming Jordan’s back into the ring post.

Chris by a count of four, and threatening to disqualify the Techies, finally caused Peabody  to release the ropes and step back.  Chris stepped in front of him and began to push him back into the ring all the while berating him about breaking the rules.

Sherman removed his hand from around the necks of his opponents, grabbed Justin by the head and turned him around against the ropes.  He then placed both of his hands around the back of the head and jumped off the ring apron, pulling Justin throat first across the upper rope.  When the released the head, Justin rebounded partially back into the ring, where Peabody, by sidestepping the ref was able to lock him into a full nelson applying full pressure and forcing his chin down onto his chest.

As soon as he released Justin’s head, Sherman returned back to his ring corner, grabbed Jordan by the ankles and yanked backward, forcing Jordan’s upper body down into the mat.  He then pulled back slamming Jordan’s balls into the ring post.  He then pulled Jordan out of the ring, placed him in a over the shoulder backbreaker, with is hands firmly grabbing the balls, and walked Jordan around the ring back to his corner before slamming him down to the sand.

Chris was in the ring, following Sherman and Jordan and demanding that Jordan be released.  As he dropped him in the corner, Sherman repeated a line from earlier, “Just taking out the trash.”  He then returned to his corner.

As this had been occurring, Peabody  had released the full nelson, dropped his hands around Justin’s waist and delivered a suplex driving Justin’s head into the mat.  He then sat him up, locked his legs around the waist and applied a sleeper hold.

This was the scene that Chris saw as he turned back to the action.  Justin initially tried to struggle but it was soon apparent that he didn’t have the strength to break the hold and Peabody  made sure he was in the center of the ring when he applied the hold.  On the first try to lift the arm, Justin had managed to hold his arm up at 2 and ½ seconds, but on the next go round his arm dropped 3 times signifying he was out.

Chris called for the bell and, surprisingly, Peabody  released the sleeper immediately.  However, instead of letting his opponent fall to the mat, he pulled him up in a cross body, walked him over to the Georgia boy’s corner and threw him over the ropes and into Jordan who had just managed to stand up, sending them both back to the sand.

Chris then raised the Tech boy’s hands screaming, “the winner of this round and we are now tied one to one.”

Stewart went to congratulate his team, while Jerry went to provide assistance to his.  As he tried to walk by Mikey, he reached out a hand, placed it on the chest and gently squeezed the nipple.  He leaned in and whispered in Jerry’s ear, “Your team losing isn’t enough.  You have to be responsible for them loosing, or Stewart gets all my attention.”

Jerry again felt a stirring in his groin, but pushed Mikey’s hand away with a “fuck off.”  Tellingly, he did not look at Mikey as he proceeded to the corner to help his friends.  Mikey looked over at Stewart and licked his lips as he smiled.  Stewart just laughed.

Jerry and Stewart helped each of their respective teams to prepare for the final fall.  Justin was a little slow to come around to his full senses, but by the time the match was ready to resume he was getting there.

Peabody  and Justin climbed back into the ring to start the match as they had finished the last round.  Just as the bell rang, Justin reached out and tagged in Jordan.

As Jordan started to come through the ropes, Chris charged over.  “Sorry, you can’t tag yet. Rules require the starting wrestlers to make contact before tagging out.”  Jordan and Justin started to argue with Chris.

Seizing the opportunity, Peabody  came up behind Justin, threw his arms around his waist, locked his hands, lifted Justin and dropped backward in a textbook suplex, slamming the back of Justin’s head and his upper back into the mat yet again.

Outside the ring, Mikey had waved for Stewart to come over to where he was standing.  He placed his arm over his shoulder and leant in whispering to him.

“Just laugh,” Mikey said and Stewart did.

Making sure he wasn’t seen by most of the crowd, Mikey reached over and began rubbing at Stewarts crotch. Jerry had turned at the laugher and saw Mikey caressing his friend’s bulge.

Mikey smiled at Jerry and mouthed, “This could be yours.”  He then placed an erotic leer on his face.

Jerry felt his cock start to rise but then he heard Justin hit the mat from the suplex and turned back to the action in the ring.  He shook his head as if trying to clear it, but he did have to reach down and readjust his shorts.

“Thanks Stewart,” Mikey said.

“What the hell are you up to with Jerry,” Stewart asked.

“Just a little dirty business,” Mikey replied.  He then stepped away from Stewart but whispered, “If you want to help your team out, just stay close by.”  Stewart only took about two steps back.

After the suplex, Peabody pulled Justin to his feet, and seeing Chris still jawing with Jordan,  threw him across the ring into the ropes.  Peabody  dropped to knee and as Justin rebounded from the ropes, delivered a full force powerful fist into the abdomen.  Justin felt as if the fist had gone through him and  connected with his backbone as all the air was forced from his body and he dropped to his knees, hugging his abs.

Chris turned to see Peabody  pulling Justin to his feet, grabbing him around the waist and charging him backward into his corner.  As Justin’s back slammed into the turnbuckle, Peabody  released him and stepped back.  He reached up and tagged Sherman.  He then grabbed the middle ropes on each side and began slamming shoulders into Justin’s abs.

The ref come over and began his five count to have Peabody  release the hold and exit the ring.  “As soon as you tag, you get out of the ring,” Chris screamed.

Peabody simple responded, “nope, I have to the count of five.”

Once on the apron, he noticed that Sherman had grabbed the ring ropes and was driving his shoulders into Justin’s abs.  Justin was having a hard time catching his breath and was starting to slip down toward the mat.  Peabody  reached over, grabbed under each armpit, pulled Justin back up the turnbuckle, and then hooked his arms over the top rope.  He pulled the wrists toward the back and grabbed them with one hand while stepping to the side and holding his other hand up as if to say, “Not interfering,”  Not that anyone was looking because Chris was trying to get Sherman to back off.

Once Sherman broke his shoulders into the abs maneuver, Chris stepped in front of him and began berating him as he pushed Sherman back into the ring.  At this point, Peabody  threw his arm around Justin’s neck and applied a blatant choke.  Justin drew his arms over the ropes and began clawing at Peabody ’s arms.

As this was occurring,  Mikey was standing outside the ring looking at Jerry and simulating, jerking off while caressing his chest.  Jerry caught the action and especially the bulge in Mikey’s shorts.  Suddenly, Jerry jumps up on the ring apron and begins screaming “What the fuck ref, as you blind or something.”  At the same time, Jordan entered the ring.

Chris stepped to one side heading toward Jerry.  “What the goddamned fuck do you think you are doing, get the hell off the ring.”

As soon as Jordan started into the ring and Chris stepped aside, Sherman swung around and blindly went for a leg sweep.  He had guessed correctly and took Jordan to the mat. Wasting no time, he drew back and delivered a solid punch into the balls of his opponent.  Jordan curled up.  Getting to his feet, Sherman kicked Jordan through the ring ropes where he fell to the sand below.

With Chris and Jerry still arguing, Sherman charged across the ring and delivered a knee into the completely exposed and unprotected abs of Justin. Justin dropped his arms and seemed to slump.

Peabody  pulled the arms back over the top rope and Sherman began slamming shoulders back into the abs.  He got in about 15 shots before Jerry finally dropped down from the ring and went over to assist Jordan.

Chris turned toward the action and demanded a break. Sherman stepped back and Peabody  released the arms.  Justin slumped down to the mat in the corner.

Jerry had gotten over to Jordan and helped him up.  “Sorry man, I tried to distract the ref to help you get in there.”

Jordan murmured, “Yeah I know, but I got a little careless.”  He was still slightly bent over and holding his crotch.  Jerry assisted Jordan back to his corner and helped him back onto the apron.  Both looked over and saw that Sherman was standing mid ring, Peabody was holding his arms skyward on the ring apron, and Justin was trying to get up.

“Come on bulldogs, show us Techies something,” Sherman taunted from the middle of the ring.

Still trying to get his bearings and his breath,  Justin realized that he needed to make a tag and fast.  He got to his hands and knees and began slowly crawling toward Sherman.

“Oh, Peabody, look at the little bulldog, trying to crawl,” he taunted.

Sherman then took a couple of steps toward Justin.

Seeing his opportunity, Justin crouched backward and then summoning all the strength he had in his legs, he pushed forward and upward, driving the crown of his head directly into Sherman’s ball sack.  The audience members would sworn later that they heard the balls slam into Sherman’s pelvic bone.  But what they saw was Sherman’s mouth form an “O” of astonishment and pain and watched as he curled inward as he dropped to his knees, his hands grabbing at his crotch.  When his knees hit the mat, he leaned over until his head was touching the mat. Surprisingly enough, as first there was no sound, but then a wail of pain.

Justin had been stunned as well but managed to roll over and began crawling towards Jordan’s outstretched hand.

Seeing that Justin was probably going to make the tag, Peabody made as to enter the ring, but Chris was ahead of him and blocked him from entering.

Just as Justin was getting close to the tag, Jordans hand disappeared from his view as Jerry had grabbed Jordan by the legs and pulled him off the apron.  Unaware of what was happening, Jordan dropped to the sand but managed to land of his feet.  Jerry grabbed Jordan and slammed his head into the ring post twice causing Jordan to fall to his ass.  Jerry sat behind him, locked his legs around the waist and then applied a sleeper hold.

“Sorry man, but I really need to experience that,” he said as he nodded toward Mikey, “but I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”  In a matter of seconds, Jordan was out and Jerry allowed him to drop to the sand.

The small audience of wrestlers were screaming, yelling and laughing.  The college boys were putting on quite a show after all.

As he missed the tag, Justin dropped to the mat and lay there trying to regain his breath and his strength.

Meanwhile, Sherman had managed to regain some awareness and was able to crawl to his corner and tag in Peabody.  Peabody entered the ring expected to face a fresh and white-hot Jordan but all he saw was Justin laying on the mat in his corner and no one on the ring apron.

Chris was also surprised by what he saw but when he looked over the ropes, all he saw was empty sand, as Jerry had rolled Jordan under the ring edge.

Mikey was standing at the corner with the biggest smile on his face, nodding and laughing at Jerry.  “Good job man, you are close to earning the best sex of your life,” he murmured toward Jerry.  While Jerry could not hear the exact words, he did understand the gist of the expression.  Any guilt he had quickly fled as he thought about what was going to happen later.

While confused about what was happening, Peabody chose to ignore it at that moment and get on with the match. He walked over to Justin, delivered two stomps to the back before dragging him to his feet. He then twisted and locked his arms around Justin and lifted him into an upside-down bear hug.  His head was hanging down and Peabody’s hands were locked in his lower back.  Once he had Justin in the right position, he turned and charged into the turnbuckle in his corner.  Once he slammed Justin into the pads, he released his hands causing Justin to start sinking head first toward the mat.

Before he could hit his head, however, Sherman had grabbed the legs looped them over the top rope and then locked the ankles around the post trapping Justin in the perfect tree of woe. 

Peabody then began to drive stomps into the corded muscles.  Sherman and Peabody had decided during the break to concentrate on Justin’s ripped abs and try to break them down.

After Chris got a break at the count of five, he tagged in Sherman who then proceeded to slam kicks into the abs.  Every time that Chris tried to get Justin out of the tree of woe (and there was some debate among the watching wrestlers how hard he was really trying) he would have to stop and get either Sherman or Peabody off of Justin as the tech boys were rapidly tagging in and out.

Finally reaching his limits when Peabody got back in the ring, Chris got in front of him and began screaming at him.  As he backed him up, he said so that only Peabody could hear him, “try something else, after all it looks like his all yours.”

As Chris said this Peabody turned and realized that Jordan still wasn’t there.  So, he walked over to the opponent’s empty corner, got in a lineman’s stance, charged across the ring, and just before he got to Justin leaped from his feet, driving his right shoulder into the hurting abs.  Peabody could swear his felt Justin’s spine on his shoulder.

The force of the blow was so strong that it jarred Justin free from the tree and he fell in a heap on the mat.

Peabody, pulled him out of the corner, locked his hands under the chin, the arms over his legs and sat back down in a camel clutch, further stretching out the abs.  He then tagged Sherman into the ring, who immediately went to Justin’s feet and locked on a Boston crab.  Justin was now suspended off the ring and being stretched in two.  His abs were screaming.

Sensing that a submission might be coming, Peabody clamped his hand over Justin’s mouth.

Chris simply kept asking if he submitted.  He made no attempt to stop the double team.  He figured that was what the partner was for.

At this point, major regret was forming in Jerry’s mind.  He started to crawl up into the ring when Mikey placed his hands around Jerry.  Mikey had removed his shirt.  “Come on Jer. He’ll survive, but this is the only chance you have of getting at this.” He then placed Jerry’s hand on his crotch so that Jerry could feel the hard penis.

“Yeah he’ll survive and I get the bonus,” Jerry began to rationalize in his mind.

Tiring of the double hold, both Sherman and Peabody released the hold and dropped Justin to the mat.  They then lifted him up and dropped him into a double knee stomach first.  Both could feel the muscles softening.  They then turned him to his back, Peabody locked on an Ab claw, while Sherman locked on a ball claw.

Justin immediately began to scream his surrender.  Chris asked “you sure man?  Submitting is such a pussy thing to do.”

“yes, YES, I GIVE, no MORE, pleeease no more.”

Chris then stood walked over to the bell and signaled for the bell to ring.  It took a moment or two to find the mallet and then it was rung.

Chris shouted, “The winners are the boys from Georgia Tech.”  Chris emphasized the word boys.

Sherman and Peabody had not broken the hold until Chris came back over and began to count them out.  When they released the hold, Justin curled up whimpering.

Stewart climbed in the ring to congratulate his frat brothers.  “Uh, guys wasn’t that just a little much?” he asked with a worried tone.

“Look they started it in the first fall. And the SOBs went after my nuts, so at that point it was all’s fair.”  Peabody then looked over at Justin.  “Besides, he’ll be sore, but we didn’t do any real damage.  Of course, he and his partner, along with Jerry, as going to have a rough week as servants.  Speaking of which where is his partner?”

Stewart looked over and saw Mikey and Jerry huddled up. He just smirked.  “Oh, Jerry, I’m not sure you know what you are getting yourself in for.”  Stewart had seen what Jerry had done to Jordan but wasn’t going to say anything for now.

The techies then walked over to Justin and began to help him.

“No more, I’m done, no more” he cried.

“Yeah, were just here to help at this point.”

At this point, Stewart had left the ring and went over to the Georgia corner.  He rolled Jordan out from under the ring and went to work waking him up.  Once he was awake, he assisted him into the ring where Justin was sitting looking done in.

As he started to inquire into what happened, Peabody barked.  “Shut the fuck up.”

“Now as you know, the bet was that you guys would be our servants for the rest of the week.  Fortunately, we are in public so it can’t be totally bad.  Just majorly bad.  Now I know that Jekyll Island has leash laws, so I’m afraid we are going to have to Collar and Leash you two bulldogs.”

With that two dog collars were brought out along with leashes.

“No fucking way,” Jordan growled.

“Aaahh are you guys going to welch on another bet.  Seems like that what Georgia boys do.”

If looks could kill, Sherman and Mr. Peabody would need obituaries.  The collars where placed and locked into position with small padlocks.  “These stay on all week.”  The leashes were then attached to the collars.

Again, Jordan just glared.

Chris stood outside the ring with some of the wrestlers from the independent league.  As he saw the collared Georgia boys leaving the ring he stated, “These frat boys are adventurous I should say.  Boy how I’d love to get them into the ring and show them what real wrestling is like. And what a bet REALLY means.”  All the wrestlers just laughed.

 [the consequences of the Georgia Team losing will be shown in a future story]