Theo’s Debut
by
The Mangler
Theo stood in the dressing room looking around and
smiling because he had made it to the big league in wrestling – the UWA. His
real name was Theodore Algenon Gould. He
was the second child of the immensely rich and powerful Paul Gould. Just like his older brother Marshall, he had
gone into professional wrestling and his father had agreed “as long as you do
not embarrass the Gould name.” Marshall
had failed spectacularly at that task which caused Theo to smile every time he
thought of it. [see Marshall’s
Revenge]. His thoughts were
interrupted by the opening of the door and the entrance of the leader of the
Heel Faction, The Executioner.
The Executioner looked at Theo. “Remember, this match is going to determine
if you are invited to be a member of the Heel Faction or not. Your actions towards you brother have given
you this opportunity and your minor league wrestling has been good, but this is
the big time and it needs to be fucking great.
Fuck up this match and you’re just a fucking loser like your brother.”
“Don’t worry about me, I am nothing like that loser. Not by a long shot. Now, what do you know about my opponent?”
“He’s big and powerful, but he doesn’t really have the
finesse to be a great wrestler. Not bad
on the undercard but definitely not headlining material. In other words, if you aren’t good enough he
will eat you alive. However, with the
training me and other Heels have been giving you, he shouldn’t be much of a
problem. And you better hope he ain’t.”
“Hey, I’ll come out on top…”
“Just don’t expect any help from us or anybody else. As this is your debut match, the Heel Faction
is going to stay completely out of it and make sure no one interferes, even if
you get your ass kicked. Understand? No assistance, whatever happens.”
“Got it and don’t worry, I will not be the one getting
his ass kicked,” Theo said as he
finished lacing up his black wrestling boots.
In addition to trying to do well enough to get into the Heel Faction,
the dominant faction at UWA and a wealth of wrestling knowledge, his family was
attending to watch Theo reclaim some family honor. It was the first time they had been to a live
match since Marshall had been humiliated.
Theo’s smile returned as he thought about that. Marshall was no longer the golden child, Theo
had taken his place. And Marshall had
been effectively kicked out of the family.
The row that the family and Marshall had over his dismal performance was
epic and decisive. If Theo felt that the
family was faltering in that decision, he made sure a video of the match made
it to one or more family members again to refresh their memories. He also made sure that the match was always
front and center on the various social medias.
After finishing lacing up his boots, he exited the locker
room and stood behind the curtain to the arena waiting for his introduction.
Meanwhile, in the other locker room, The Terror was
beginning to get ready for the match. He
smiled at the thought that he had another rookie to work over. He had studied Theo’s wrestling career and
felt that he should be able to defeat him. He had called himself The Terror to
infuse fear into his opponents. His
skill set wasn’t really good enough for that.
He would win over newbies, but for the more experienced wrestlers he
usually lost.
He had his earbuds in as he was stripping down. Once naked he leaned over to open his gym bag
when he felt a pain shoot up from his balls into his lower abdomen. This was followed by a large pain in his head
as it impacted the lockers. The next
thing he knew he was taken down to the floor where a sleeper was applied. He was not able to break free and in a matter
of minutes he was out. His attacker
threw him, naked, over his shoulder and carried him to a janitor’s closet in
the corner of the locker room. He was
tossed in and the door was locked so he would be out of the way for a while.
“Guess that makes me The Terror now,” the attacker
mumbled as he went back to the locker.
He quickly stripped naked, put on his compression shorts with built in
ball protection, and slipped into the wrestling outfit that was intended for
the other guy. It covered him from ankle to neck and down to his wrist. The outfit was slightly too small, but that
only emphasized his musculature more.
Fortunately, The Terror had about the same build so the substitution was
likely to go unnoticed. He pulled the
mask over his head. He did that just in
the nick of time as the door opened.
“Hey man, you about ready,” The Terror’s friend asked as
he walked over.
The imposter nodded yes and pointed to the laces on the
back of his mask. “Yeah, yeah, I know
lace them up tight.” Once he had
accomplished this he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather
strap which he then strapped to The Terror’s wrist and rolled the suit over it. The new Terror had not expected this but just
went with the flow and actually smiled as he realized that he had another
advantage if needed. Unless you were looking closely for it, it would be
invisible.
“Just in case you need a little help. But I’ve seen this guy wrestler and he
shouldn’t be a problem. By the way,
you’re looking particularly ripped today.”
The new Terror shot two thumbs up and slapped his hand
onto the other’s back as he walked out into the hallway. His friend walked away so that he could get
out front to see the action. The Terror
noted Theo standing at the curtain waiting for his entrance, so he stood back. Had Theo seen the evil look and the
frightening smile on The Terror’s face it would have sent shivers down his back
and made him reconsider the match.
“And now for our next match in the UWA we have a rooking
making his ring debut, Theo Star.” He used the name Star because Papa Gould has
refused to allow Theo to use the Gould name after Marshall’s humiliation until
such time as he felt Theo had earned it – and wouldn’t further embarrass the
family.
On hearing his name, Theo went through the curtain and
began hamming it up for the audience. He
was generally greeted with cheers and applause, but many people had not seen
enough of him to form an opinion. He was dressed in black wrestling boots, a
square cut pair of wrestling trunks which were also black with a big asymmetrical
star across his ass. He was also wearing
knee pads. He stood 5’10” tall, weighed
195 pounds, 10% body fat and defined musculature. He swaggered down to the ring and slid under
the bottom ropes.
“And his opponent tonight, The Teeerrrorr.” As the last of the name came out, the
curtains opened and The Terror walked out.
He was dressed in a blood red body suit, with black around the
edges. On the back of the suit was a
replica of the figure in the famous painting “The Scream”.
His stats were very similar to Theo’s as he was 5’11” and
weighed 205 pounds.. Where there was a difference was in the that he was very
shredded and his outfit showed it off to the maximum. After standing just outside the curtain for a
minute listening to the boos, The Terror suddenly charged down the aisle,
leaped to the ring apron then to the top rope before doing a somersault and
landing in the ring facing the ref and his opponent.
“Ooooh, looks like you’ve up your game and gotten fancy. Well, I don’t need to show off. I just need to beat your ass,” Theo stated as
he mocked The Terror.
The Terror just looked at Theo and said nothing. The ref went over the standard wrestling
rules and then sent the men back to their corners. The Terror made a deliberate decision to turn
his back on Theo, usually seen as a sign of disrespect.
Seizing his opportunity, Theo launched a standing drop
kick, hitting The Terror in his upper back and propelling him into the
ropes. As he staggered back, Theo locked
his arms around him, lifted him up and delivered a suplex. He then made a rookie mistake and played to
the crowd instead of continuing the attack.
As he turned and headed for the downed wrestler, The Terror suddenly
pulled his knees to his chest, rolled up on his shoulders and thrust both legs
straight out in a donkey kick. This hit
Theo squarely in the abdominal muscles propelling him backward while also
lifting him slightly off the mat. Theo
hit the ropes butt first, but as he was bent at the waist from the blow, he
fell through the first and second ropes and slammed down on the mats outside
the ring.
The Terror followed him out of the ring and delivered a
series of three kicks to the abs and pecs before picking Theo up in a
perpendicular fashion and running him back first into the corner ring
post. He then deposited him back on the
apron and slid back into the ring. All of this happened just as the ref started
to admonish The Terror.
Once in the ring, The Terror reached down and grabbed a
wrist of his opponent and pulled him back into the ring. As he pulled him up, Theo released a sharp
right jab into the abs. This caused The Terror to take a small step backward. Theo grabbed behind each knee and rammed his
forehead into the abs. Unable to take a
step back from the blow, The Terror instead fell to the canvas on his
back. Not wasting any time, Theo dropped
his hands down to the ankle, leaped over The Terror’s body and sat at his head
pulling The Terror up onto his shoulders.
“One, two, thr…” the ref counted but The Terror was able
to power out and roll to the side. Theo
wasn’t really surprised but figured it was worth the effort. He quickly regained his feet as did his
opponent.
“You are going to have to try a lot harder than that,”
Theo taunted. There was only silence
from his opponent who threw one hand in the air suggesting a power
struggle. Theo quickly raised the
opposing hand. As the two wrestler’s
started to lock fingers, The Terror turned around and delivered a kick to
Theo’s head, forcing him back. The
Terror then grabbed an arm, slung Theo into the ropes and delivered a knee to
the abs as he ricocheted off. This was followed by Theo’s head being locked under
his arm as The Terror dropped to the mat, slamming Theo’s head into it. He
rolled off, grabbed the hair on the back of the head and then slammed it down
twice more.
The Terror stood and delivered a series of four knees
into the lower back. He pulled Theo off
the mat, lifted him as if for a body slam, but instead performed an over the
knee backbreaker. Once he had Theo
braced over his knee, he pushed down on the chin and thighs stretching the
lower back as much as possible. When
the ref went to the head to ask Theo if he submitted, The Terror would slap,
punch or grab at Theo’s balls.
When he was caught applying the ball claw, and the ref
forced a break in the hold, The Terror rolled Theo off his knee face first onto
the mat. Theo immediately grabbed the
bottom rope with both hands to pull himself to the edge of the ring. The Terror responded by grabbing both ankles
and jerking back toward the middle of the ring.
With Theo still holding onto the ropes, this resulted in him being
suspended in the air until his grip on the rope broke. He then crashed down onto the mat striking
his chest and face.
Once Theo was free of the ropes, The Terror applied a
Boston Crab, sitting low on the back so that he got maximum force and
extension. Theo grunted with the pain of
the hold. Knowing that this wasn’t a
submission hold, but more for the purpose of attacking the back, The Terror
soon tired of it and released the hold and stood up. Theo had the good sense to roll out under the
bottom rope dropping down onto the mat covered floor.
Seeing Theo hit the mats, The Terror charged across the
ring and leaped over the top rope and onto the floor. He turned and stalked over to Theo. As he got close, Theo slammed his left leg
upward between The Terror’s thighs and slammed into his balls. This stopped The Terror dead in his tracks as
he reached for his balls and bent slightly over. The built-in ball protection of his shorts
helped but did not eliminate the pain.
Theo pulled himself to his feet and managed to get behind
The Terror. He locked his arms around
him and lifted him up and then atomic dropped him onto his outstretched knee,
once again slamming the balls. However,
he did not release The Terror but again lifted him up, spun around and dropped The
Terror balls first across the metal divider separating the fans from the ring.
The Terror screamed and then rolled off the divider,
landed on the mats and curled in the fetal position. Theo climbed back into the ring before the
ref could count to ten. The ref berated
Theo for the low blows. Once the count
had been broken, Theo exited the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. He went to The Terror and pulled him to his
feet by his mask. He then slammed him
abs first into the ring apron, immediately pulled him back and repeated the
move. He then shoved The Terror back
into the ring and followed closely where he was met by the ref who was
screaming and berating him. This allowed
The Terror to pull himself into the corner where he sat with his back to the
turnbuckle, his legs curled up, and both arms stretched out along the middle
rope.
Theo finally managed to get around the ref and approached
The Terror in the corner. Once he was in
range, The Terror kicked both legs straight out, hitting Theo in his chest as
he bent over to grab The Terror, the blow forced Theo back to the middle of the
ring. The Terror stood, charged into the
middle of the ring and leveled Theo with a lariat. Once Theo was on the mat, The Terror locked
on a figure four headlock mainly to immobilize Theo and to buy him some time to
recuperate.
Theo was able to force his hand between The Terror’s
thigh and the mat. He slipped the hand
up and grabbed The Terror by his balls and squeezed. This forced a break in the
hold. The Terror rolled away.
Theo was able to regain his feet first and grab The
Terror by both ankles, spreading the legs apart and dropping a leg into the
balls. A loud shriek emanated from The
Terror and he curled up. The ref got
into Theo’s face and began berating him for the multiple low blows. He threatened a disqualification if there was
another one.
“Fine, if he’s such a fucking wimp, I’ll do something
else.” Something else ended up being a
series of stomps into the abs before he sat down across The Terror’s chest,
reached down and locked on a double abdominal claw, with the lower hand being
in the lowest portion of the abdomen where the pain radiating up from the balls
was also concentrated.
The Terror tried to twist and roll himself free but was
unable and the claw was having a devastating effect on his ab muscles. He finally got desperate and threw his head
up and bit Theo on the ass, clamping down as hard as he could. Theo helped and removed his hands. The Terror threw his legs up, locked them
around Theo’s head and flipped him off The Terror’s chest and onto his own chest flat on the mat. When he hit the mat, Theo slid across it.
Both men then regained their feet. The Terror was moving more slowly than Theo,
but because of the mask, the audience could not see the look of determination
on The Terror’s face. Both men slowly
approached each other and, at the same time, raised their hands up for a test
of strength. The two combatants locked
their hands together and began to try and overpower their opponent. Still smarting from the low blows, The Terror
was having some problems effectively tensing his abdominals so Theo looked to
be gaining the advantage.
Suddenly, The Terror pushed forward and then pulled back
as he dropped to the mat. He continued
yanking on Theo’s hands as he hit the mat, put up both feet, placed them on the
abs, and propelled Theo over him and to the mat. The Terror kept his hands locked, and also
vaulted up and over, slamming his ass down onto Theo’s abs, knocking the wind
from him. The hands were released and The
Terror locked on a double pec claw, digging deep into the armpit.
It took Theo some time before he could regain his breath
but when he did, he slammed the edges of both his hands into the sides of The
Terror, who responded by releasing the pec claws and delivering a forearm smash
down across the chest. The blow was
magnified as Theo was laying on the mat and had no give behind him. The Terror rolled off of Theo, pulled him to
a sitting position and dropped down behind him applying a chin lock. Before he had knelt down, The Terror had
pulled down the straps of his singlet revealing a muscular hair covered chest
and very defined abs.
Once he had the chin lock in place, The Terror slipped
the leather strap from his wrist and locked it around Theo’s throat. Theo began to thrash around as he wind was
cut off. When the ref checked for a
choke, he felt space between the arm and the neck and did not feel the leather
strap. After Theo stopped thrashing, The
Terror removed the leather strap and dropped it down the front of his singlet.
He then stood and locked a shoulder claw onto the right
shoulder positioning it so that Theo felt the pain down his entire arm as the
nerve was trapped. The Terror kept the
hold locked in until Theo began to slide his way towards the rope at which time
he released the hold and dropped an elbow down into the shoulder. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Theo
to his feet.
“Watch the hair pulling,” the ref intoned.
“Fuck you,” growled The Terror.
Once he had Theo upright, he delivered a fist into the
lower stomach causing Theo to bend slightly at the waist. The Terror grabbed the right wrist and pulled
it across the back. He then grabbed the
waistband of Theo’s trunks and charged him across the ring, sending him between
the ropes with his right shoulder slamming into the ring post. Theo stepped back from the impact only to be
met with an elbow drop to the upper back dropping him to the mat.
The Terror exited the ring, grabbed the right wrist and
began to pull and slam the shoulder into the ring post.
“Get back in the ring,” the ref yelled and then began his
count. When he reached 8, The Terror
slid back in the ring to break the count.
However, he immediately returned to the floor, grabbed Theo and pulled
him out of the ring and locking him into a upside down bear hug. He then walked
over to the barrier and slammed Theo’s right shoulder into the immoveable
object. He then dropped Theo to the
floor.
The ref had exited the ring and was now yelling at The
Terror to get back in the ring. The Terror obliged while the ref was checking
on Theo. The ref helped Theo to his feet
and then stood back and began his 10 count.
Theo stumbled back toward the ring.
He reached up and grabbed the middle rope and began to pull himself back
onto the apron. Just as he got both feet
on the apron, The Terror slammed between the ropes and drove his shoulder into
Theo’s abs, forcing Theo back down to the floor where he landed on his back and
head with The Terror on top of him.
The ref again began screaming at The Terror, who simply
raised his hands in the air. When the
ref went to check on Theo, The Terror side stepped him, pulled Theo up and then
lifted him in a cross-body style holds.
He charged Theo back first into the ring post. He repeated the move once
more before depositing Theo under the rope and back into the ring and slid into
the ring beside him.
The ref was screaming at The Terror about his outside the
ring activities as he re-entered the ring.
The Terror ignored him as he went over to Theo, flipped him onto his
chest and delivered a series of knee drops into the lower back. He then flipped Theo onto his back, grabbed
the right arm and dropped to the mat locking on a cross armbar, cranking on the
shoulder as much as possible.
Theo let out a series of grunts, but refused the ref’s
offer of a submission. He pounded his
left hand onto the mat, then got that hand under him and tried to push himself
up. The Terror raised his left leg and slammed it down into the right shoulder
forcing Theo back to the mat.
Without any warning, The Terror released the armbar, got
to his feet and pulled Theo to a standing position. He forced the right arm
around to the back, bent at the elbow, then using both hands on the forearm he
lifted Theo into the air so that he was essentially hanging from his right
shoulder. Theo screamed out in pain.
Only able to maintain the hold for a short period of
time, The Terror dropped Theo back to his feet, stepped around him so that they
were chest to chest, placed his arm through Theo’s thighs and lifted him up and
performed a body slam. When he did so,
he made sure that the right arm was still trapped behind the back. He repeated this move twice more before
running Theo’s right shoulder into the ring post again.
He then performed a roll up where the ref got to a count
of two before Theo kicked out. The
Terror had expected the kickout, so quickly rolled Theo to his chest, sat on
the lower back, locked both arms over his knees and grabbed the chin and lifted
up in a Camel Clutch. He made sure to
sit such that the maximum strain was on the lower back. He held this for a minute, then released the
chin, without releasing the arms, and locked a shoulder claw onto the right
shoulder. Theo’s body was now
immobilized from the pain in his right shoulder and his lower back.
Theo managed to pull his left arm off of The Terror’s
thigh, effectively escaping the Camel Clutch, but not the claw hold. Summoning all his strength, he was able to
push up to his knees and then bucked to the right, causing the shoulder claw to
be released. Theo sat back on his heels
and as The Terror approached he threw a right fist aimed directly at his opponent’s
balls. It actually had little effect
between the padding in The Terror’s singlet and the lack of the force from the
fist due to the pain in his shoulder.
However, it did cause The Terror to fall back a couple of steps.
Theo leapt to his feet and attempted a head snap to the
mat, but out of instinct used his right shoulder limiting his movements. The Terror took advantage of this and blocked
the move and responded by delivering a knee into the abs. He grabbed the right wrist, charged across
the ring, pulling Theo with him. As he
approached the ropes, he leaped over the top rope and dropped to the floor
while hanging onto the wrist. This
caused the right armpit of Theo to impact the top rope, sending pain screaming
up into the shoulder.
The top rope bent downward until The Terror released the
wrist. This caused the rope to rebound
upward taking Theo’s armpit with it.
This caused his arm to fly up and Theo took a couple of steps
backwards. Well, he tried to take a
couple of steps backwards, but The Terror, after releasing the wrist, reached
under the rope and grabbed an ankle pulling outward. This caused Theo to fall back first to the
mat slamming his head hard. The Terror
pulled Theo partially out of the ring, spread his thighs and drove a full-on
fist into the exposed balls. Theo
screamed.
“One more low blow and you are fucking done,” screamed
the ref as The Terror re-entered the ring.
He just looked at the ref and smirked.
He pulled Theo back into the
middle of the ring, and using the hair pulled him back to his feet. He locked on a full nelson and then began
turning around converting the hold into a swinging neck breaker. This applied pain to the neck and
shoulder. At this point in time, Theo
was having pain inputs from multiple places on his body. On the final swing, The Terror released the
hold sending Theo sliding across the ring, where he impacted the ring post with
his side.
He was not in the corner long as The Terror pulled him
back to the middle of the ring, placed both knees in the lower back, grabbed
the left leg and the chin and pulled together as he rolled to his back. He had pulled Theo up into a bow and
arrow. Once again, Theo grunted in pain,
but refused to submit, although he was taking a little longer each time before
he said “no”.
The Terror decided it was time to end the match. He released the bow and arrow and rolled Theo
to his chest. Standing with his feet on
either side of Theo at waist level, he reached down, grabbed both ankles and
locked them around his thighs and to his waist.
He then grabbed each wrist and stood back upright. He now had Theo in the swinging pendulum
which applied pressure to the arms, shoulder, back and abs. He began to swing Theo back and forth.
The Terror continued to subject Theo to the pendulum
swing. Every few seconds he would bend
backward pulling up on Theo’s arms, increasing the pain in the back, the abs and
the shoulders. Theo would respond by
screaming, but so far he had refused the referees attempt to get him to submit
so he alternated pulling back by pulling more on the right arm, increasing the
pain in that shoulder. The Terror finally pulled up more on the
right shoulder, but then leaned backwards and pulled back as hard as he could. This time the result was different.
“I submit, I give, no more, no more,” Theo shouted.
“Ring the bell.” As the bell was ringing the ref turned
to The Terror. “Break the hold, he has
submitted.”
“Fuck off,” was The Terror’s response. He maintained the hold until the ref
threatened to disqualify him and started counting. The Terror dropped Theo to the mat. But he
didn’t leave him alone. He rolled him to
his back, picked up both ankles, spread the legs apart, and then delivered a
double leg drop into the crotch. Theo
screeched in pain.
“Knock it off, the match is over,” the ref demanded as he
got in The Terror’s face.
The Terror pushed the ref to the side, bent over Theo,
grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his feet. He backed him into the ropes and trapped his
arms between the first and second ropes.
He then reached down and began untying Theo’s trunks. The crowd booed The
Terror.
The ref came over, admonished The Terror and began to
disentangle Theo from the ropes. The Terror turned, stepped toward the ref, bitch
slapped him, and then suddenly lifted him up and delivered a power slam to the
mat. He then rolled the ref out of the
ring. The Heel Faction was watching this
from the back, but due to Theo’s bad performance, and true to their word, had
no intention of interfering.
The Terror returned to Theo and finished untying his
trunks. He ignored Theo’s pleading as he
pulled Theo’s trunks and jock strap off, followed by his knee pads, leaving
Theo naked except for his wrestling boots.
The promoters, seeing what was happening, started down to the ring to
stop it, but the Heel Faction got in their way.
They were letting no one down to the ringside. They just might have to ask The Terror to
join their faction. His wrestling
tonight had been way beyond his usual.
Once the trunks and jock strap were off, The Terror
started pointing and screaming out to the crowd about how small and
insignificant Theo’s cock was. “No
wonder he didn’t want his trunks removed.
The family must be so proud.” He
then looked in the general direction where he knew Theo’s parents were
sitting.
Theo was now alternating between threats and pleading to
be freed. He could see flashes of light
as photos were taken. He knew that they
were almost instantly on the internet.
The Terror had one of the announcers bring over the mic.
“I’ve got something to say,” he started but then turned
toward Theo, “but first, I need to cut down on the noise over here from Mr.
Microdick.” He then proceeded to stuff
Theo’s trunks into his mouth and used the jockstrap to tie it in place making
sure that the pouch was around Theo’s nose.
“Okay, look at what a sorry excuse for a man that
is. Especially that micro penis. Jesus that must be so embarrassing. That must make you so proud Papa Gould and that
performance was so humiliating. But very
much deserved.”
With that The Terror reached up, unlaced his mask,
grabbed the top of the mask and began to remove it very slowly until he had
revealed his identity as Marshall Winston Gould the IV, who had been beaten and
severely humiliated in the ring about six months ago by The Executioner. Post-match humiliation had been suggested by
his brother, Theo. There was a large gasp from the audience along with some
boos and some applause. The Executioner
looked ready to murder someone when the saw the unmasking.
“In case you’re wondering why, my worthless shithead of a
brother here, sold me out and arranged some post-match action. A lot of which you have seen on Instagram,
tic toc, and twitter. Well little bro,
revenge is sweet.” With that he kneed
Theo in the nuts. “Oh, so sweet. At least for me.”
“Hey, dad, I know you and mom are around here
somewhere. I guess you now have two “fucking
embarrassments” for sons. And I doubt
Theo boy here can father you any grandkids with that pathetic excuse for a
cock. Looks like you too need to get
fucking if you want a real male heir. That is if you can still get it up dad,
or if mom will let you touch her. Or is
still fertile. Otherwise, you are just
going to have to depend on Sarah for the family reputation. And we all know what a disaster that would
be.”
The crowd laughed and cheered. The laughter became
greater as the camera operator zoomed in on the Goulds as they exited the
arena. The look on Mr. Gould’s face was
not a happy one. “How did you give me such worthless sons,” he asked Mrs. Gould
as he led her out of the arena. The look
she returned him should have been deadly.
“Bye, bye ‘rents.
I’ll see you at thanksgiving – or probably not.”
Just then The Executioner entered the ring dragging one
of the promoters with him. On the way in he had grabbed another microphone.
“Hey, Marshall.
I’m surprised you have time to be here with all your “teaching”
responsibilities as a wrestling dummy.
But I’m glad to see you, because you now owe me one hundred thousand
dollars.”
“And why would that be Executioner?”
“Because our match contract said you couldn’t wrestle in
this league without my approval and the penalty for doing so was one hundred
thousand dollars. And I did not approve
this, even though it was quite entertaining and an eyeful –well except for the
penis on that loser over there.”
While this conversation was going on, Theo was grunting
and trying to get out of the ropes. The
powers that be still couldn’t get down to the ring and the ref had said “fuck
it” after being slammed. He had walked
to the back.
The Executioner turned toward Theo, slapped him in the
nuts, “Would you shut up boy. A real man
in speaking over here.”
“Well, I’m glad you recognize there is a real man in the
ring, Executioner. And I don’t owe you
a damned penny.”
The Executioner pushed some papers toward the promoter
and said “Read Paragraph 42 to this idiot.”
When the promoter hesitated, The Executioner took a slight step toward
him and growled.
The promoter began to read, “Marshall Winston Gould IV
and Jamie John Jones, also known as The Executioner, hereby agree that if
either of them submits to the other, the said submitter forfeits the right to
wrestle in the United Wrestling Association without the permission of the
other. Failure will be penalized at one
hundred thousand dollars per infraction.
The promoters shall the arbitrators of any disagreement about this
clause and their decisions are final.”
The Executioner looked smug after this and the crowd was
behind him laughing, applauding and making fun of Marshall. He had successfully gotten the crowd on his
side as he had abused and humiliated Marshall during their last match. Many of the new fans had remained faithful to
him.
“Like I said, I.. DO.. NOT.. OWE.. YOU.. ANYTHING.” He then walked over to the promoter and
shoved a piece of paper at the promoter and said “read.” He gave him the same growl that The
Executioner had.
“It is hereby decreed that from this day forward the
individual known as Marshall Winston Gould IV, shall hereby be known as
Marshall Winslow Gold.” The promoter
smiled as he realized what Marshall was up to.
“So, the person mentioned in that contract doesn’t exist
anymore. Therefore, no money.”
“That is fucking bullshit,” yelled The Executioner. He then grabbed the promoter by the shirt and
yelled “Tell him that is fucking bullshit and he owes me the money.”
The promoter, tired of being manhandled instead said,
“Since there is a disagreement, I get to arbitrate here and I agree with Mr.
Gold. So, no fine.” Legally this was
bullshit, especially since the decree was a forgery, but the promoter saw an
opportunity to book some serious match action between these two and the
contract had given him the perfect out.
This is what Marshall had counted on.
The Executioner looked like he was about to live up to
his name and he grabbed the promoter with both hands. Those hands dropped when Marshall delivered a
football kick between the legs from behind.
He then DDT’d The Executioner to the mat. While this was happening, the promoter made a
hasty exit from the ring to the safety of the floor.
Marshall looked up and saw the rest of the Heel Faction
headed down the aisle. He charged across
the ring, delivered a full fist to Theo’s balls, leapt over the ropes and
exited via the other aisle. The Heel
Faction stopped to help The Executioner and they exited the arena. The promoter walked out as well, leaving a
groaning protesting Theo still tied in the ropes. Many flashes could still be seen. Many pictures, and videos, had already hit
the various social medias.
Theo was left there for about 30 minutes before they had
to release him for the next match. He
ran up the aisle trying to cover his junk as he did so. When he went through
the curtains, he was grabbed by the Heel Faction, who had been waiting for him,
kneed in the balls, drug down the hallway and tossed out the back door still
naked.
“You are just as worthless as your brother and don’t
belong in a wrestling ring unless jobbing out.
You sure as hell aren’t even worthy for consideration as the Valet for the
Heel Faction much less as a wrestler”.
“Don’t let him back in,” The Executioner snarled to the
security guard as the door slammed. He
returned to the locker room and helped himself to any valuables in Theo’s
locker. The clothes and other stuff were
tossed in the trash can and covered with garbage.
Theo got up holding his aching balls and, after
unsuccessfully trying to get back in the arena, ran over to his car. Of course, it was locked, however, he had a
key hidden in the wheel well. Theo
opened the vehicle and looked in the car and the trunk for something to cover
himself with, but was unsuccessful. His tidiness was coming back to haunt him.
While Theo had turned out to be not a fit for the Heel
Faction, The Executioner took some solace from the fact that two Gould brothers
had been humiliated. However, he was not
done with Marshall yet – not by a longshot.
He knew the promoter would be happy to arrange a follow up.
After The Terror had been revealed as Marshall, his
friend immediately went to the back where he found the real Terror in the
Janitorys closet. He released him, found
some old clothes for him to wear and they exited the arena. He also had thoughts of revenge on his mind.
Marshall had made a couple of new enemies and pissed off
an old one, and further upset his parents.
And he really didn’t give a fuck!!
The new Marshall was here.
Meanwhile, Theo had arrived at his condo, naked and with
nothing to cover himself with. So, he
got out of the car and scampered quickly up to his door. He was fortunate in that he had a number key
lock on his front door so didn’t need any keys.
He quickly walked in the door, and out of reflex dropped the car keys
onto the hall table. Except the keys hit
the floor as the table wasn’t there. As
a matter of fact, the entire condo was completely empty.
“Fucking son of a bitch,” Theo said as he looked
around. A trip through the condo
revealed that nothing was left except a file cabinet with personal and business
papers in it. Otherwise, no furniture,
no knick knacks and no clothes.
He did find a piece of paper on the counter with a note
attached.
“Welcome to starting over
bitch. Goodwill appreciated the
donations. And after tonight, I don’t
see many dates for a microdick like you.
And you know how dad feels about his children “making a spectacle” out
of themselves. You’re probably out of
the family too. You’ve been screwed and
there is not a more deserving person.”
Your
loving brother (NOT) – Marshall
Theo slammed the wall.
He didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, scream or sob. While he thought Marshall had no longer been a
problem, he was proven wrong. Marshall
had gotten his revenge—Big Time.
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[This story wasn't initially a planned story. Marshall's Revenge was going to be a one time beatdown and that was it. However, Marshall had other ideas and wouldn't leave me alone until I let him get his revenge. And yes, sometimes characters do assume a life of their own]
Love this story a lot mangler. Surprise revenge always great fun!
ReplyDeleteThank you. As I said, Marshall wouldn't leave me alone until I let him get some measure of revenge.
ReplyDeletePoor Theo! Is it really that small?! Lol... how is he going to rebuild his life now?
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