Theo's Debut

 

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]