[Part 1 can be found here: The Gould Brothers Take Charge 1]
The Gould Brothers Take Charge 2
(Marshall & Theo Gould vs The Executioner & Adam)
By
The Mangler
As soon as
Marshall dropped to the ring floor and began his roll, Adam, realizing what was
about to happen, turned and grabbed Ash by the front of his ref’s jersey and
whipped him around so that his back was towards Theo and Marshall as they made
their tag.
Theo leaped
over the top rope to enter the ring just as Adam, once again, turned the ref
around to see Theo leaping over the top rope, fists ready, and Marshall laying
on his back with his head near the turnbuckle.
Ash rushed to
step in front of Theo screaming, “Out of the ring.”
“What?? What??
We made a tag,” Theo protested.
“I didn’t see
or hear a tag, so out of the ring.”
“Goddamn it,
you fucking stupid idiot. We made a
tag. This is the second time your worthless
ass didn’t see it,” Theo screamed as he tried to get around the ref. Ash was having none of it and kept pushing
and grabbing to keep Theo out of the action.
Wiley jumped up onto the ring apron yelling, "Come on ref. Why do you think he grabbed you? Huh? To keep you from seeing a legal tag. Grow a fucking pair and do your damned job. That was a rookie ref's error."
While the three
continued with their heated exchange, Adam walked over, grabbed Marshall by
both ankles, and pulled him back toward his corner. He grabbed Marshall on each side of his head
and pulled him to his feet and locked both his arms around Marshall's lower
back and clamped down on a bear hug. Marshall
tried to squirm but was not having much success.
Adam walked
Marshall over toward his side of the ring where the executioner reached between
the first and second rope, grabbed Marshall's ankles, and pulled them outside
the rope. Byron hopped up onto the ring
apron, pulled Marshall's legs between his legs, bent them at the knees, and
locked the ankles around his waist.
While Byron was accomplishing this, the Executioner pulled both of
Marshall's arms across the top rope and handed the wrists to Byron who pulled
back as soon as he had the wrists in his hand.
Once Byron had the wrists, Adam released the bear hug and Adam dropped
down, trapping Marshall in a rope-assisted surfboard.
Byron was
literally hanging in the air using Marshall's arms and legs to tether him. Marshall was also hanging in the air in a
surfboard and the ropes prevented him from falling down. His back was in agony and his abs were
stretched out.
As Byron
dropped back, the executioner entered the ring where he joined Adam who had
begun to use Marshall as a speed bag concentrating his blows on the pecs and
abs on the right side, while the executioner did the same on the left. Marshall’s body was being assaulted on all
sides.
"Come on
ref, they are double-teaming him, just turn the fuck around and look" Theo
screamed as he continued to try and get around the ref while Wiley was standing
on the apron also trying to get the ref to turn around.
“Get the fuck
out of the ring, now,” was Ash’s response.
Wiley, finally
realizing that he was just helping to prolong the beatdown, dropped off the
ring apron and started to charge around the ring to help Marshall.
"Incoming,
right side," Byron shouted as he saw Wiley headed to their side of the
ring. The Executioner turned to his
right until he had Wiley in view. Timing
it perfectly, he charged to the ring ropes, grabbed the top rope, and leaped
over slamming both his feet into Wiley's upper chest in a variation of a drop
kick. This stopped Wiley cold and
knocked him backward and slammed him down to the stadium floor. The Executioner quickly rolled Wiley to his stomach,
pulled his arms over his knees, and grabbed the chin. Wiley was now in the perfect camel clutch.
The Executioner hooked fingers into each side of Wiley's mouth and pulled,
perfectly recreating the Joker's smile.
The crowd applauded their approval.
On the heel
side of the ring, Adam continued his assault on Marshall's body, while Byron
started to rock back and forth and up and down increasing the pressure on
Marshall's body. Marshall was screaming
and moaning in pain.
Meanwhile, Theo
continued to argue with the ref, until he realized that he wasn't going to win
so he reluctantly returned to the ring apron cursing the ref, his family, and
his ancestors.
Once Theo was
back on the ring apron, Ash demanded, "Get back into your corner and grab
the tag rope."
“Oh, come the
fuck on,” Theo started until he realized it wasn’t worth the argument so he
stalked down to the corner and grabbed the tag rope.
“Satisfied
now,” Theo sneered at Ash.
“I’ll be
satisfied when you wait for a tag before getting into the ring.”
“We made a
motherfucking tag you damned moron,” Theo screamed as he started to get back in
the ring.
Ash quickly
moved forward blocking Theo as he tried to come between the first and second
ropes.
Theo threw his
hands into the air and said “Hey, look, Mr. Ref, dude, I’m back on the ring
apron,” in his best stoner voice.
“Grab the
goddamned rope already,” Ash implored.
Continuing in
his stoner voice Theo responded, “Look, dude, I have the rope now. Chill out.”
"Fuck
you," Ash responded as he started to turn back to the action in the
ring. As he turned, he saw the top of
the Executioner's head over the ring apron and stepped over to see the Executioner
with a Camel Clutch on Wiley.
He leaned over
the top rope and screamed, “Hey, break the goddamned hold and bring the action
back into the ring.”
The Executioner
just ignored him until Ash started to count toward a disqualification.
Seeing an
opportunity, Theo leaped into the ring and charged over to the action going on
with Marshall and the heels.
“Incoming,
ring,” Byron yelled when he saw Theo clear the top rope. Without breaking his rhythm, Adam pivoted and
aimed his punches at Theo now and the two began to exchange punches, but Adam was able to push Theo back into the
middle of the ring.
Looking over
and seeing Theo and Adam exchanging blows and the ref nearing the 10 count, The
Executioner dropped the clutch, stood up, and began backing toward his corner
leaving Wiley laying on the ground.
As the
Executioner broke the hold, Ash again turned back toward the ring where he saw
Theo and Adam going at it.
"Sometimes
my job just isn't worth it," he mumbled as he came up behind Theo, threw
his arms around Theo's waist, locked his hands, and then pivoted pulling and
throwing Theo back toward his corner.
“What the
fuck,” Theo screamed as he turned toward the ref.
"OUT. OF.
THE. FUCKING. RING. OR. I. DISQUALIFY. YOU" was the response.
“Okay, okay,
don’t get your panties in such a twist,” Theo said and he exited the ring and
grabbed the tag rope.
Ash stalked
over to the corner and slapped his hand down on Theo's hand holding the tag
rope.
“That is now
your fucking fiancée. Let go of it and
it’s all over, capice,” Ash threatened.
“Yeah, I got
it.”
Ash stood
looking at Theo was a few seconds before he slowly started to turn back toward
the action.
As soon as the
ref had grabbed Theo and thrown him, Adam turned, delivered a kick into
Marshall's abs, and began boxing again. Marshall's chest and abs were turning
beet red. Adam continued until he heard
Byron say, "Ref's starting to turn.
Adam stopped
the boxing, drew back his right foot, and slammed a football kick as hard as he
could into Marshall's balls causing what can only be described as an unearthly
shriek to eminent from Marshall. Just after
the kick had landed, Byron released the wrist and the legs and dropped to the
stadium floor. Freed from the surfboard,
Marshall tried to curl up into a fetal position, but as he pulled his arms over
the top rope and dropped his head down, Adam locked on a reverse side headlock
and used that to pull Marshall over the second rope and into the ring.
Ash did see
Marshall being pulled into the ring, but nothing else. As he headed over to admonish Adam, Adam
quickly dropped backward slamming Marshall's head into the ring with a
DDT. Marshall went limp.
Adam pulled
Marshall to his feet with a great deal of difficulty as Marshall was almost all
dead weight. Once again, he grabbed the
back of Marshall's trunks, grabbed one arm, and charged him across the ring,
throwing him between the first and second ropes. This time he went completely through the
ropes where he landed at Wiley's feet barely moving. Adam then tried to follow him out of the
ring, but the ref was immediately in front of him, pushing him back toward the
middle of the ring. His only concern was
protecting Marshall from Adam.
After being
released from the camel clutch, Wiley made his way back toward his corner, when
suddenly Marshall landed at his feet.
Wiley leaned down and helped Marshall to his very unsteady feet. He helped turn him so that he was facing the
ring and he then charged into Marshall's back which pushed him full force into
the ring edge. The edge caught him in
his abused abs and he folded forward with his chest and forehead slamming onto
the ring floor. As soon as he was down,
Theo, on the ring apron, straddled his partner's back, jumped up, and landed
ass-first on the upper back as hard as he could. Theo reached over the middle rope and grabbed
the bottom rope pulling with all his might and forcing his ass down even harder
onto Marshall. Marshall was now trapped
by his partner and barely aware.
At first, the
crowd wasn't sure what was happening but once Wiley approached and began
untying Marshall's trunks they figured it out,
and there was generally applause and encouragement.
Once Theo was
sitting and holding Marshall in place, Wiley untied the trunks and pulled them
off, leaving Marshall in just his jockstrap. As he pulled the trunks down the
legs, he also made sure to remove the knee pads. Once he had them off, the trunks and knee
pads were tossed into the crowd where skirmishes for them occurred and then
they disappeared. The crowd roared their
approval. Wiley spread Marshall's ass
cheeks so that the camera could get a good anal shot, then released the cheeks
and began to spank Marshall's ass. The blows weren't hard but were humiliating
to Marshall and distracting to the fans.
His ass cheeks began to turn as red as his front side. As he was doing this, Wiley slipped something
out of his pants pocket unseen by the audience.
He stepped up close to Marshall's ass, partially blocking the view, and
inserted the object between Marshall's ass cheeks up to his anus and pushed
until the object disappeared completely up Marshall's ass. Marshall had barely groaned and no one had
seen what had occurred. Wiley had
continued to slap the ass cheeks throughout this maneuver.
“He’s primed
and ready to go,” Wiley said to Theo.
"Great,
now the real fun begins," Theo replied
as he stood up, dropped back down on the shoulders once more, and then, with
Wiley's assist, rolled Marshall back in the ring where he lay face up next to
the ropes.
Before he
walked away, Wiley slapped Marshall in the balls as hard as he could. “Worthless piece of shit. Recruiting you was the worst thing I ever
did.” Marshall barely responded to the slap although he felt the pain.
Adam saw what
had transpired and raised his hands up and stepped back just as Wiley's hand
impacted Marshall's junk.
“Okay, okay,
I’ll give him time.”
The ref turned
to see Marshall laying in the ring with his hands over his junk. It took him a second to realize what wasn’t
right. He finally understood that Marshall was in only his jockstrap. No wrestling trunks and no knee pads.
“What the
fuck?? Where the hell are his knee pads,
his trunks?” he asked looking toward Theo and Wiley with a confused look.
“He said they
were too constricting so he took them off,” Theo responded with a nonchalant
attitude as he stood in his corner holding the tag rope up so that Ash could
see it. He had what could only be described as a smirk on his face.
The ref just
looked unbelievingly into the corner and then back to Marshall, but before he
could say or do anything else Adam grabbed Marshall by the arm and pulled him
back toward his corner. He pulled
Marshall up, tagged The Executioner, and then applied a full nelson. The Executioner entered the ring and began
using his opponent's abs as a punching bag.
This continued until the ref reached a count of 4 ½. At this point, The Executioner delivered the
final punch to the balls and Adam released the hold with Marshall just
collapsing to the ring floor.
The Executioner
pulled Marshall up and walked him across the ring and draped his neck across
the top rope, between Theo and the neutral corner. He ran his arms under the top rope and then
grasped Marshall behind the head, locked in a full nelson resulting in Marshall
being choked on the top rope.
“Hey, that’s a
choke, break the hold,” the ref screamed.
“No, it’s not,”
replied The Executioner.
“It’s a fucking
choke, so break the damned hold,” Ash warned as he began the count. When he reached four, The Executioner
released the hold and delivered a forearm across the upper back. The ref got between Marshall and The
Executioner and began pushing him back into the ring away from the ropes. This seemed to be most of his job today,
pushing the heels back.
As Ash stepped
between the two wrestlers, Wiley reached up and locked his hands behind
Marshall's neck, keeping his neck trapped on the ropes, and pulled
downward. Theo walked down from his
corner and began slamming sidekicks between the ropes and into Marshall's
abs. The crowd had no doubt that
Marshall's partner and manager had turned on him. It now looked to be 5 on 1.
Seeing that the
ref was about to turn around, Theo told Wiley, "Release him." As Wiley did so, Theo delivered the last kick
to the head, forcing it up off the ropes and causing Marshall to stumble
backward into the ring, where he was met by The Executioner who performed a suplex,
slamming Marshall to the mat.
Marshall wasn't
sure what was going on and who was beating on him. He had not quite figured out that some of it
was his own team. The Executioner forced
Marshall to his feet, with some difficulty, and threw him out of the ring near
Adam. Adam immediately dropped down to
the stadium floor.
Seeing Adam
drop to the floor, Ash immediately exited the ring and stopped him from
approaching Marshall. This did not stop
Byron, however, as he pulled Marshall up, locked his right arm around his back,
and charged him shoulder-first into the metal divider separating the fans. He stepped back and put on his
"innocent" face so that when Ash turned back to Marshall, he had
moved, but no one was near him.
In the ring,
The Executioner looked over at Theo, who just shrugged his shoulders in a
"so what" manner. The ref had
begun his ten count and it was obvious that Marshall probably wasn't going to
get back to the ring before the count, so The Executioner left the ring, pushed
the ref aside, breaking the count, hauled Marshall up, and ran him, again, abs
first into the ring edge before pushing him back into the ring.
All Marshall
knew was that he hurt everywhere: his
right shoulder and bicep, his right knee, his abs, and his balls. But it had all melded into one overreaching
pain. He knew he needed to get a tag or
he was done for. The Executioner and the
ref were still on the stadium floor with the ref giving the wrestler shit for
his actions outside the ring.
Marshall was
somehow able to get up and limply stagger toward Theo, who was holding his hand
out for the tag. Marshall was using
Theo's shouts of "tag me, tag me" as a beacon. As he neared his corner, Theo pulled the hand
back out of the ring, made a fist, and delivered a solid blow to the jaw
causing Marshall to drop to the mat.
Wiley reached in and pulled Marshall out of the ring and onto the apron
and then onto the floor where he locked a double claw into the abs. He was gratified that they were softening and
not the usual rock-hard abs.
Marshall
started to scream, but this was cut off as Theo dropped his ass on Marshall’s
face and then locked each hand onto a pectoral muscle with his fingers digging
deep into the armpit locking on the pec claw.
Marshall’s screams were muted.
Seeing what was
occurring in the opposing corner, Adam dropped down to the stadium floor and
got into it with the ref as well. Now
both he and The Executioner were keeping the ref occupied. Byron seized his opportunity, charged around
the ring, dropped down to the floor, and locked a ball claw on Marshall
squeezing with all his might.
The additional
pain exploding in his balls pushed Marshall over the edge and he began
submitting. But there was no ref around
to hear it and even if there was it was muted by the ass sitting on his face.
Byron looked up
and said, “Ash is starting to come back in, so I think our time is up.”
The three all
dropped their claws, Wiley delivered a punch into the abs with almost no
resistance, and then the three lifted Marshall back onto the apron and rolled
him into the ring. When Ash entered the
ring, he saw Marshall laying in the ring, near his own corner, with Theo
holding out his hand and begging Marshall for a tag. Marshall was barely moving.
The Executioner
and Adam did a fist bump as The Executioner re-entered the ring. He walked over to Marshall, rolled him to the
center of the ring, sat him up, and locked on a chin lock while locking his
legs around the sides and hooking the ankles forcing Marshall's legs apart so
his groin was in full view covered only by the jockstrap. The pain intensified in Marshall. But he also noted a strange sensation as his
cock started to twitch and harden. He
was aware enough that he knew what was happening, although he didn't know why,
and mumbled "Oh, no, not again. I
submit, I submit, ref I give."
Ash looked at
The Executioner and said “Release the hold, he has submitted.”
With a smug
look on his face, The Executioner says, "But it only counts if his partner
or manager agrees to it. The rule was
Marshall's request."
Ash then
remembered the rule and turned and asked Theo if the submission was accepted.
Theo looked
down at Wiley, who shook his head, then turned back to the ref and spoke. “No, not yet.
We can get more out of him; he just doesn’t know it yet.”
The ref looked
a little stunned but there was nothing he could do except say, “Your partner
said no” to Marshall.
Marshall was
able to process that and finally realized that he was in the ring alone. The Executioner just laughed as the
realization dawned on Marshall’s face.
“Welcome to
hell, bitch,” The Executioner whispered into Marshall’s ear. Marshall was then pulled to his feet and
slung into a neutral corner before being slammed with a shoulder to the
abs. He dropped to the mat, just
moaning.
The Executioner
picked him up, inverted him, and locked him upside down in the corner in the
tree of woe. He then began a series of
kicks to the abs, until Ash forced him back into the ring. As soon as the ref’s back was turned, Byron
reached in and grabbed both wrists and pulled backward arching Marshall toward
the ring post. Byron then put a foot up
on the ring post for more leverage and pulled back.
Marshall
screamed as his right bicep and shoulder felt the intense pressure. As Ash started to turn, he saw Theo enter the
ring and deliver a forearm to the back of the head of The Executioner. He immediately began trying to force Theo out
of the ring as he was complaining of outside interference, double-teaming,
etc. Ash ignored him and continued to
push him out of the ring.
The Executioner
walked over to the corner and began lightly tapping Marshall in the balls, in
almost a loving way. His other hand
grabbed the cock and was gratified to feel it was still engorging. To the fans, it looked as if Marshall was
enjoying the torture, as he had in his last match with the executioner. In reality, the double dose of Viagra in his
water bottle, along with the activation of the small vibrator massaging his
prostate, placed there earlier by Wylie who was controlling the speed, were
stimulating his pleasure centers which was overriding his pain centers although
he was still in tremendous misery.
Once satisfied
that things were going well, The Executioner stepped back and began raining
fists down on the abs, with an occasional shot to the balls. Byron was closely watching the ref and when
he started to turn toward the action, he dropped both wrists and stepped back.
Surprisingly,
The Executioner also stepped back before Ash said anything. He stepped over and tagged Adam who entered
the ring and dropped to one knee with his other knee out. The Executioner released Marshall's legs from
the ropes and managed to grab him and pick him up before he could fall to the
mat. He lifted him up, walked over to
where Adam was, and dropped Marshall down onto a double knee abs breaker. The air could be heard rushing from Marshall
and Adam could have sworn he felt his knee go all the way through the abdomen
and hit the spine. He grinned with
satisfaction. Those legendary abs were
now useless.
The Executioner
then exited the ring at the ref’s insistence.
As Marshall hung over the outstretched knee, Adam reached back and
grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his asshole for all to
see. He did this purely for the purpose
of humiliation and got his wish as the view was projected onto the jumbotron to
a roar of laughter from the crowd. Adam
smirked as he could feel Marshall’s cockhead expand over the waistband of his
jock.
He rolled
Marshall from his knee, pulled him to his feet, only instinct causing Marshall
to actually help him, and locked on a full nelson. He then paraded his prize around the ring,
making sure that everyone could see the exposed cockhead that was magnified on
the jumbotron.
Ash was the
most surprised of all. “What the fuck,”
he thought. “This guy is some kind of
sick freak.”
After a
complete circuit of the ring, Adam forced Marshall against the ropes and bent
him so that he rubbed Marshall’s tits against the ropes. This added to the pain.
When Ash
demanded a break, Adam dropped the full nelson, forced Marshall’s head and
torso under the first rope, then locked on a chin lock and pulled
backward. He was using the rope as a
fulcrum to stretch out the back and the abs.
Once again Theo charged into the ring, but he was met by The Executioner
who had seen him coming and prevented him from getting to Adam.
The ref turned
to deal with the illegal men, while Adam maintained the hold. Wiley reached up from the floor and began
hammering in blows to the weakened abs.
Those close at ringside could hear Marshall whimpering and
submitting. Finally able to get between
Theo and The Executioner, Ash began pushing Theo back out of the ring.
Adam dropped
his hold and pulled Marshall back into the ring where he dropped him to the mat
and applied a Boston crab. The Executioner
went and applied a camel clutch, lifting Marshall off the mat. Now everything was being stretched out. The Executioner made sure that one hand was
locked under the chin, keeping Marshall's mouth forced shut so he couldn't say
anything.
Once Theo was
in the process of exiting the ring, with a large grin on his face only seen by
the audience, the ref turned and saw the double team. He began to count as he walked over to the
wrestlers. The heels dropped their holds
at the same time, so Marshall slammed into the mat and The Executioner exited
the ring only to be tagged back in by the legal man, Adam.
Marshall could
be heard submitting even before The Executioner got back to him, but when Ash
looked over to Theo, Theo was adamant that Marshall “didn’t really mean
it.” Ash’s face showed disgust, but
there was nothing he could do.
When Marshall
had been placed in the double team, Wiley had increased the speed of the
vibrator causing the sensation of pleasure to course through Marshall's
otherwise screaming and protesting body.
His cock started to produce pre cum.
The Executioner
dragged Marshall to his feet and walked him around the ring so that all the
members of the audience could now see the precum oozing out of his exposed
cockhead. Marshall had only a few fans
left in the audience. As The Executioner
reached each turnbuckle, he slammed Marshall's forehead into it. When he reached Marshall's corner, he noted
that Theo threw his hands in the air and stepped back from the corner. As he went to slam Marshall's forehead into
the turnbuckle, he noted that the padding had been removed so Marshall's head
hit the metal turnbuckle. As soon as his
head struck the turnbuckle, The Executioner released his hold on Marshall who
staggered back and dropped to the ring floor.
The Executioner
forced Marshall to a sitting position and then locked a right shoulder claw
onto the abused muscle and made sure his claw was digging into the nerves. Marshall could feel an electric shock running
down his arm."
“Shit, fuck
Damn, no more, I give, I give, no more I submit,” Marshall begged.
Once again Ash
looked toward the corner where he was given the negative. The Gould Brothers were not accepting the
submission. The crowd was actually
cheering and encouraging more mayhem.
The Executioner dropped the claw and tagged in his teammate.
Adam hopped
over the rope into the ring, walked over, and looked down at Marshall. He then spit on him before turning him to his
chest. He grabbed the right ankle lifted
the leg up and then slammed the knee into the mat, getting a loud grunt from
Marshall each time. He then flipped
Marshall over grabbed the other leg and locked in a figure four leg lock.
Marshall
immediately submitted, “I give, I give, no more. Please God, no more,” he screamed.
Ash looked over
to Theo and said “For heaven’s sake accept the submission.”
Theo just
smiled and yelled, “Another goddamned fucking biased ref trying to trick us
into losing the match. No, he doesn’t
submit.”
Marshall was
thrashing and moaning in part because of the pain and in part because Wiley had
increased the speed on the vibrator.
Adam reached up and tagged The Executioner, then reposition his foot so
that it was directly pressing into the balls of Marshall. The Executioner entered the ring and
delivered another splash onto the tangle of legs, eliciting a large scream as
both the knee and his balls felt the impact.
What those close to the ring saw was some precum shooting out of Marshall’s
cock as Adam’s foot was forced into them.
Adam dropped
the figure four and rolled out of the ring, while The Executioner pulled
Marshall to his feet, then stood chest to chest with him. The Executioner reached around locked his
hands and lifted Marshall up in a bear hug.
As he began to squeeze he looked over at Theo, nodded, and then began to
walk Marshall towards the ropes.
Theo stepped a
little down the ring, but still held onto the tag rope, at its end. He then put both feet up on the second rope
grabbed the top rope and pulled upward as he was yelling encouragement to
Marshall and begging him to throw out his hand for a tag. The effect of Theo's actions with the rope
pushed the second rope down toward the ring floor. Meanwhile, Wiley, on the outside had grabbed
the bottom rope and was pulling outward while screaming at the ref.
These actions
allowed The Executioner to get near the ropes and set Marshall down and release
the bear hug. The effect was that
Marshall’s feet went between the first and second rope, but when they connected
back to the ring floor his feet were in front of the bottom rope as was his
chest with the top rope.
The Executioner
reached down, grabbed both ankles, and pulled inward and upward. This caused Marshall to tilt over the top
rope until he was inverted with his thighs trapped between the top and second
rope, and him hanging upside down.
The Executioner
released the ankles and began to hammer knees into Marshall's back. The ref forced The Executioner off of
Marshall and back into the ring.
Meanwhile, Marshall was hanging upside done in the ropes, with his cock
head above the waist of the jockstrap and precum oozing from it and running
down his abs. Wiley began using the
belly button as a target for pounding his fists in. The precum would splash everywhere when his
blows landed a little lower.
Theo began
delivering roundhouse kicks into the abs as well and Theo and Wiley coordinated
their attack. Marshall was unable to
catch his breath due to the constant barrage on his stomach. The Executioner finally stepped back and quit
engaging the ref.
Seeing that The
Executioner was breaking off from the ref, Wiley drew his right hand back and
slammed the edge of his hand between Marshall's thighs compressing his balls up
against his pelvic bone. Marshall squealed.
When the ref
turned away from The Executioner, he saw Wiley, standing on the ring apron
along with Theo, trying to disentangle Marshall from the ropes. He went over and began to help and suddenly
Marshall’s legs were free from the rope and he dropped head first down onto the
stadium floor and landed in a heap.
Theo returned
to his corner and Wiley dropped back to the floor, encouraging Marshall to get
back up and also trying to physically help him.
Ash reluctantly began the 10 count as Marshall was showing little
evidence of getting back up. Before he
could reach 10, Ash was distracted by
The Executioner who was again trying to get out of the ring.
All Wiley had
managed to do was get Marshall spread out on his back. Once Marshall was in this position, Theo
jumped from the ring apron landing with both feet into Marshall’s abs. They sunk in with no resistance.
Wiley then
pulled Marshall back to his feet where Theo locked on a double pec claw,
cinching his finger under the edge of the pec muscle. He then lifted Marshall into the air
increasing the pain on the pecs. Wiley,
from behind, reached between Marshall’s thigh where he grabbed the balls and
began to pull them downward. They held
this hold until they saw The Executioner disengaging from the ref.
Wiley and Theo
slid Marshall back into the ring, where The Executioner, with great
difficulty, placed Marshall in a
swinging pendulum. He lifted Marshall up
enough so that the crowd could see the line of precum running from the exposed
cockhead to a small puddle in the ring. If he had any fans left, they abandoned
him at this point. The pendulum put pain
and pressure on every part of his body.
As he felt his
cock’s response, Marshall begged “No, please not that again, I give, not again,
I
give.”
The ref looked
over at Theo, although he knew the answer, and Theo responded with a calm
demeanor “Nah, he doesn’t really mean it.”
Surprisingly,
The Executioner dropped the hold and signaled to Wiley who decreased the speed
of the vibrator. He wasn't sure what the
Executioner was up to but was willing to find out. The executioner pulled Marshall to his feet and
locked on a full nelson. As he turned
around the ring, The executioner used his head to signal Bryon and Adam that
they should head for the other side of the ring. Both knew that they couldn’t go now, but when
the time was right.
The Executioner
forced Marshall over to the ring rope just down from Theo, bent him over the
top rope, and began rubbing his tits across the rope. Marshall screamed at the burn in his
chest. Ash was on top of the action and
finally began counting to get The Executioner to break the hold and step back.
“What the fuck
man? Is this a wrestling match or a
mollycoddling session”, The executioner asked the ref as he back into the
ring. Ash had his back to Marshall as he
was speaking to The Executioner
“This is a
wrestling match, but with rules. It
ain’t a NHB match,” Ash replied.
“That’s only
because those two were too pussified to agree to that.”
“I don’t care
why they didn’t agree to it, only that they didn’t.”
As soon as Ash
had turned his back, Byron and Adam had made haste and came around the corner
to Marshall's side of the ring. Theo had
entered the ring and was pushing Marshall against the ropes. Wiley jumped onto the ring apron, then locked
a pec claw onto each pec, before jumping back down to the floor, never releasing
the hold so he now had pain shooting through Marshall's chest and was pulled
down across the top rope.
Once he felt
Wiley drop down to the stadium floor, Wiley turned and grabbed both of
Marshall's ankles and lifted them up into the air pulling Marshall parallel to
the ring. Byron and Adam had each slide
under the ropes into the ring on either side of Marshall, stood up, and began
delivering alternating toe kicks into the stretched-out abs. Every time a kick hit, you could see Marshall
lift up and hear his loud groan. Also
with every kick, Marshall felt a ripping pain in his pecs as the kicks tried to
lift his chest up, but the pec claw and weight of Wiley were keeping him in
place. Wiley was practically hanging
from Marshall's pecs to give the most effect to the claw.
Byron and Adam
got into a rhythm as they pounded the once rock-hard abs of Marshall in a
rapid-fire staccato fashion. The
Executioner did his part by keeping Ash occupied and unable to see what was
happening.
Realizing that
Ash was about to end their conversation and turn around, The Executioner
screamed, “Okay, Okay, I’ll take it easy on the goddamned pansy bitch.”
The four men
working over Marshall took that as their clue to finish up. Byron and Adam each delivered one more kick,
then dropped to the ring floor and rolled out under the bottom rope, and
returned to their side of the ring, Adam resuming his spot in the corner and
Byron posing for the crowd. Theo dropped
Marshall's legs and as soon as they hit the mat, Marshall tried to assume a
wider leg stance to get some control of his body under him, but this was
short-lived when Theo's full-strength toe kick connected perfectly with
Marshall's right nut, lifting him off the mat.
Wiley's pec claw kept Marshall's chest over the top rope.
Just as Ash was
about to turn around, Wiley released the pec claw and stood back. Marshall dropped down but was hanging by his
pits from the top rope.
The Executioner
went over, pulled Marshall to his feet, grabbed Marshall's head over the right
shoulder, and dropped down to the mat.
The hold shook Marshall to the core and he just landed on the mat not
fully aware of what was happening.
The Executioner
stood, did a brief pose for the fans as he let out a loud laugh, and then
turned Marshall onto his chest. He stood
over Marshall's thighs, reached behind him and grabbed the ankles, lifted them
up, and locked them around the front of his thighs. He grabbed Marshall but the wrists and then
resumed a full standing stance, once again locking Marshall into a swinging
pendulum.
Once he had the
pendulum set, Wiley increased the vibration in Marshall’s ass and Marshall felt
the stimulation flowing through him in spite of the pain. He finally became aware of where he was and
what was happening, again.
“No, no, no,
please no. I give man, I give, I submit,
I submit Sir, whatever it takes please no more,” Marshall begged.
Ash looked over
to the corner where Theo was looking totally uninterested in the events.
Ash was ignored
the first couple of times he asked if the corner accepted the submission, but
got Theo’s attention by walking over and getting in his face and screaming, “Do
you accept the submission.”
Theo just
looked for a minute before saying “Nay, Marshall isn’t that big of a pussy. He’s got more to do.”
“Come on, I
think your brother has had it, just accept the submission,” Ash almost pleaded.
“Nope, my brother
isn’t done yet,” Theo growled with the word brother said with much disgust.
The Executioner
continued swinging the pendulum and the vibrator continued to do its thing and
in a couple of minutes, Marshall ejaculated shooting sperm all the way across
the ring. He screamed "NO" as
it happened and turned a bright red. He
had tears running down his cheeks. The crowd erupted in jeers, laughter, and
cheers, plus a lot of photos and videos.
The ref just
looked on in amazement. “This guy is
getting the ever-loving shit beat out of him and he is ejaculating. Disgusting.” He thought to himself.
Marshall was
devastated. He couldn't believe that he had been made to ejaculate, again, in
the middle of the ring in front of a record-sized crowd while being beat
up. That and the pain he was under made
him scream out his submission.
“I give, no
more, I submit, please, I submit” he whined.
The ref looked
over to his corner where both Wiley and Theo shouted back, “No submission. “Come on Marshall you got this,” they both
screamed as an utterly destroyed Marshall begged.
“Please,
please, whatever you want,” Marshall begged The Executioner.
The Executioner
dropped the hold then pulled an almost deadweight Marshall to his feet and
forced Marshall back first into the ropes.
He then locked his arms between the first and second ropes. The head of his cock was still over the top
of the waistband of the jock and his balls were spilling out the left side of
the jockstrap from Wiley's previous yank.
The Executioner reached down and placed the balls back inside the jock,
yelling "Let's give him a little modesty."
Just as Marshall's
back hit the ropes, Wiley had turned the vibrator up to full blast. Despite himself, the multiple pleasure inputs
caused Marshall's cock to engorge back up to full thickness. As Marshall used all the rest of his
remaining strength to try and get out of the ropes, it appeared as if he was
fucking the air. In seconds he got his
reward as he ejaculated for a second time.
The roar of condemnation from the crowd was overwhelming. Ash just stared in amazement.
As the
ejaculation subsided, Marshall just dropped down, hanging in the ropes by his
arms. He was done.
The Executioner
went over and released Marshall from the ropes.
He pulled the almost unconscious Marshall to the center of the ring and
rolled him onto his chest. He then locked
Marshall's legs around his own, grabbed both wrists and dropped down to the
mat, and continued pulling until he had Marshall in a flying surfboard.
The moans from
Marshall increased and did the submissions.
“I’m done, I’m done, no more, please, please, I submit.”
As Ash looked
over at Theo he saw him just shaking his head no. The Executioner pulled Marshall’s head down
while keeping him in the flying surfboard.
This caused the cum and pre cum to slowly run-down Marshall’s abs and
pecs toward his head.
“Looks like your
partner thinks you’ve got more in you,” he whispered.
“No, I’m done,
please I submit. Anything you want,
anything, just please,” Marshall begged. His body was just one supersized pain
at this point.
"Okay, you
agree to be the Heel Faction's personal little slave for the next 90 days, no
limits, and I'll let you submit."
“Yes, yes I
agree, 90 days, no limits, just stop. Please, please just stop.”
The Executioner
made sure that the ref heard the stipulation and the ref turned towards the
faces corner. Theo and Wiley pretended
to discuss the matter as Marshall’s begging continued. The ref didn’t try to force an answer.
“Yeah, okay,
we’ll accept that damned pussy of a brother of mine can’t take it like a real
man, so he can submit.”
With that, the
ref signaled for the bell to indicate that The Executioner's team had won.
Marshall was dropped to the mat landing in his cum, as the ring filled up with
his traitorous partner and manager, and the winning team and his manager. Theo made sure that he walked over to the ref
and shook his hand.
“Nice job
reffing a good fight,” Theo said. As he
did so, Ash winked back at him.
"Not
holding onto the tag rope, really," Theo asked in sarcasm.
“Hell, I had to
think of something as I saw the tag and everybody knew I had,” Ash
replied. The two men just laughed.
“But even
better was your ‘inadvertent’ tag,” Ash said.
“Yeah, well
that first tag wasn’t supposed to happen, but the Heel’s figured a quick way
out of it. Thanks for your help.”
“Just calling
them as they are,” Ash winked at Theo.
Wiley walked
over and was just staring down at Marshall who lay on the mat in his jockstrap
thinking it couldn't get any worse. He reached down, scooped up some cum on his
finger, and forced it into Marshall's mouth then he spat on Marshall and walked
away.
After
officially announcing the Heel Faction as the winners by raising their hands as
the announcer made this declaration, the ref turned to exit the ring, but Theo
stopped him.
“Just a minute,
loser over there wants to properly thank you and you should stay for the next
part of Marshall’s journey as well,” he said.
“After all you were a big part of it.”
The Executioner
walked over to a downed Marshall and ordered him to hands and knees. When he was slow to reply, The Executioner
grabbed him by the hair and the back of his jockstrap and pulled him up. He then began to whisper into Marshall’s ear.
“Oh, god,
please don’t, don’t make me” Marshall begged.
“You agreed to
do as your told, now fucking do it proper jobber boy. Or would you prefer to be put into a
hangman’s hold?”
Marshall
summoned his last shred of strength and said, “No goddamn it, I will not do
it.”
The Executioner
just smiled and with Adam's help stood Marshall up and placed him back-to-back
with himself. The Executioner pulled
Marshall's head over his shoulder, locked his hands under the chin, and pulled
upward. Meanwhile, Theo and Adam grabbed
Marshall's legs, bent them at the knee, the locked them around The
Executioner's waist. Once they had the
legs secured, each one clamped a claw on the pec on their side.
Wiley walked
over and grabbed a handful of ab muscles in a claw, while Byron reached down
and grabbed both balls in his fist. The
Executioner then flexed, stretching Marshall out while the pec claws were
cinched in. Adam and Theo used their
free hands to each grab a tit and begin twisting and pulling them.
As his abs were
stretched, the claw hold held by Wiley dug into the destroyed muscles and Byron
squeezed as hard as he could. Ash just
stood off to the side and did nothing.
Marshall was now being tortured by 5 professional wrestlers and no one
was coming from the back to stop it.
“Okay, no more,
no more, I give, I give, oh god, please I give,” Marshall screamed.
The audience
roared their approval. The photo and
video of this moment were going to go viral.
“Anything I ask
for the next 90 days starting now, right?”
The executioner demanded.
“Oh fuck, yes,
yes, anything, anything, 90 days, just please, no more, no more,” Marshall
begged and whined.
At a signal
from the Executioner, all the wrestlers released their holds and Marshall
dropped to the mat.
Once again The
Executioner pulled Marshall to his hands and knees, where he was very
shaky. He then whispered into Marshall’s
ear and Marshall shook his head up and down.
Marshall knew
that if he disobeyed he was in for more abuse so he crawled on his hands and
knees over to the ref. His ass was on
full display for those on that side of the stadium. Of course, the split screen on the jumbotron
showing both sides also meant everyone saw his hole as he crawled. As this was happening, Theo had a portable
microphone tossed to him.
Arriving at the
feet of the ref, Marshall leaned down and kissed both feet before looking up
and saying "Thank you for reffing such a fair fight." As Theo was holding the mic down in front of
Marshall, the declaration was heard throughout the stadium by a laughing and
cheering crowd. The ref looked down at
the sorry excuse of a wrestler and just spit on him then stepped back but made
no more effort to leave the ring. He
wanted to see what was going to happen.
The Executioner
made Marshall crawl around and kiss all the feet in the ring and thank them for
their sense of fair play and sportsmanship and tell them the better team had
won. He almost gagged on the words. He
had to thank his two opponents, their manager, his partner, and his
manager. Every word was broadcast
throughout the stadium as a shout of “Loser, Loser” began. Every word was filled with the defeat
Marshall felt.
A collar and
leash were thrown on the mat and Marshall was made to lock it on his own neck
and hand the leash to Theo as The Executioner ordered Theo to take control of
the mutt. As he bent down to accept the
leash, Theo said loud enough for only Marshall to hear. "Well, it looks like the Gould brother
did take charge. At least the only real Gould Brother. What a goddamned fucking worthless gullible
pussy you are." He then got a
self-satisfied smirk on his face.
A series of
poses were then performed so that the crowd could take pictures. The favorite one was of a collard Marshall on
his knees, back ramrod straight, with each hand wrapped around the thighs of
his conquers. Their hand lay on his head
as if he was a piece of property, which he was.
His cockhead was visible above the waistband of his jockstrap with cum
and precum still leaking out. He was
forced to do this pose in each direction so everyone could get a picture. It was then repeated with Theo in the
background holding onto the leash.
Another popular picture, had Marshall kissing the bicep of each of his
torturers. Ash declined, saying although
he would like one, he couldn’t afford the publicity in his league. Adam promised him a private opportunity in
the back.
Once the photos
were done, Marshall was ordered back to his hands and knees and he did not see
Wiley walk up behind him but felt it when he shoved a butt plug, greased with
his own cum, and resembling an upright dog’s tail, deep into his rectum. The asslips closed around it so it stayed in
place.
Marshall was
then made to "shake his tail" like a happy and contented puppy. At this point, Marshall just did what he was
told. The crowd was laughing
hysterically as Theo lead him towards the ropes. As he passed a puddle of cum on the mat, he
ordered Marshall to lick it up and he did without any hesitation erasing any
doubt that he wasn't broken. Theo then
led Marshall under the bottom rope, down the stairs, around the ring so that
everybody could see, and finally up the aisle still on his hands and knees and
shaking his puppy tale.
As this was
happening, Wiley had walked over to Byron who was laughing and enjoying the
action.
“So, you’ve
gone over to the dark side,” he said.
"Maybe. I
intend to keep reffing though." As
Wiley looked at him askance and questioned "You think they will let
you?" referring to the promoters.
“After the
reaction the crowd had tonight, I’m sure they’ll love it. Besides I will be “fair and square”.” As he said the last he did air quotes and
winked. “But looks like you’ve come over
as well.”
“Not
really. I just needed to help clean up
the trash I brought in here. Otherwise,
I’m not changing.”
"Too
bad," Byron responded. "Could
have been a lot of fun." Wiley then
exited under the bottom rope and headed for the face dressing room. Byron whispered to himself, "But then
again his being a face could also be a lot of fun." He smiled and struck a pose for the
crowd.
Ash left the
ring along with The Executioner as they were following the rest of the Heel
Faction up the ramp behind Theo and his “happy dog”. Theo made sure Marshall kept the tail
wagging.
As Marshall was
paraded by the promoter he heard him say to Theo, "Well that was a complete
surprise but the audience loved it. So,
Job well done." He then slapped
Theo on the back further congratulating him.
Marshall was ignored altogether but hearing the words just added to his
despair. He knew he would not be getting
any help from that quarter.
“Why did you
only say 90 days?” Ash inquired with curiosity.
“At that point, he would have agreed to almost anything.”
“Because any
longer and the promotors and others would probably get involved, but they
figure 90 days is safe enough,” The
Executioner replied. “What they don’t
know is that 90 days is more than enough time for me to break his spirit. Especially if I start now. Don’t you worry. Good old, Marshall Gould is going to
permanently belong to the Heel Faction and he going to beg for it to
happen. Just watch out for the videos on
the Heel Faction channel.”
The ref didn’t
bat an eyelash at this revelation. “It
must suck for Marshall that his own brother turned on him.”
The Executioner
just laughed. "Marshall should
never have fallen for the ruse but he was too kindhearted. He tends to think the best of people. He didn't realize how much Theo hated
him. And look at what his lack of
judgment cost him, his pride, his dignity, and his freedom. But when Theo approached me with the idea, I
knew it would be the perfect way to end things between us. But I don't think Theo will think it such a
perfect ending in a few months."
“Why’s that?”
"Because
in a few months, he is going to join his brother. We haven't forgotten his shameful performance
against The Terror. We will own the
Gould Brothers to do with as we please.
And we please a lot," The
Executioner then let out such an evil laugh, that the ref took two steps back
and decided he would not ref in this league again. There was no guarantee that the officials
would be safe, especially with Byron being one of the officials.
As promised Ash got his photos with
Marshall in private plus a little more. Theo held Marshall in a full
nelson while Ash gloved up and got to use him for a punching bag practicing his
short, hard jabs on Marshall’s chest and abs. Marshall whined with
each punch.
"Well, that was fun," Ash said
after working up a good sweat. "Don't get that opportunity too
often." Theo released the nelson
and Marshall slumped to the floor hugging his destroyed abs.
"I'll see what I can do about having
Marshall help you out more often," Theo chuckled.
"That would be great," Ash
laughed as he removed the gloves and left the arena.
Ash wasn’t
aware that the Heels kept copies of the photos in spite of his best efforts to
make sure that didn’t happen. They also
kept the video of Ash working Marshall over.
Ash did, however, accept the envelope that was handed to him by one of
The Executioners associates as he left the building. He quickly looked inside at the stack of $100
bills that was in addition to his real pay.
He had felt a little guilty but needed the money. After seeing Marshall
cum all over the ring, twice, no guilt remained. He got what he deserved.
Instead of
being fired, Byron became one of the most feared refs in the league because the
faces knew where his loyalty lay and knew that they essentially had an extra
opponent in the ring. The promoters had
to accept the fact that the Heel Faction did indeed own the league at the
moment. But, they were drawing in big
crowds so the promoters didn’t care.
Papa Gould was
livid when he heard about the events of the night and saw the photos and videos
that Theo made sure were sent to him. Not that it was necessary as his phone
notified him of all the Marshall hashtags.
It just reinforced his low opinion of how worthless Marshall was but he
had regained some respect for Theo, thinking he might have some use in the business
world after all. He was pretty brutal
and duplicitous after all. The Heel
Faction was going to derail Papa Gould's thinking soon.
But the one
thing that Papa Gould could not abide was his last name being dragged through
the mud so, after some negotiations, he paid the Heel Faction one million
dollars not to use Marshall's real name.
The Faction decided they would legally change his name. Taking their cue from the crowd, 'Loser
Object' was born. The faction made sure
all appropriate documents-- driver's license, passport, and voting record had
the correct name on them. From now on,
every time someone said his new name and Loser always insisted people use his
first name, it simply reinforced what Marshall had become and what he felt he
deserved to be-- A LOSER.
[This story is one of my ultimate
fantasies in wrestling fiction -- One
guy against 6 others. This story was
about 15 years in the making as I couldn't figure out how to write it and make
it seem real and make sense. Then
Marshall came along and BOOM, the story simply flowed. The first draft almost wrote itself. And then I refined it and finished the
story. And then as I was going about my
day, other holds, and maneuvers would present themselves and I would edit and
insert those ideas. And they kept
coming. So, this is one of my longest
stories and one of my favorites. Even
now I occasionally think of things that I could add to Marshall's
torments. As far as I am aware, this is
the end of the Marshall character in any story.
But who knows he may insist on coming back again like he did after his
first match. After all, some people
never learn their lessons.]
Great story! It was long but well worth the time.
ReplyDeleteEven with my support for good guys, it’s tough to feel sorry for Loser Object. The Goulds are gluttons for punishment. Talk about never learning a lesson. I smiled as they tried to outsmart the heels with the contract in part one, like that was ever possible. I agree, Marshall’s story feels complete. Reads like he eventually accepts his fate. As for Theo, I am glad he’s going to get his. Twerp.
Thanks Alex. Yes the story was long but could have been even longer! I kept adding things until I finally forced myself to stop.
ReplyDeleteAs I've said before, I love where a Good guy gets screwed by a contact he thought would protect him. I know you root for the good guys, but the bad guys have to win some too, and that is my niche.
And of course Theo's time is coming also. Never trust a heel!!
I wouldn't mind seeing good ol' Loser again. I have a thing for watching good guys get destroyed.
ReplyDeleteJust remember, I tried to put Marshall away but he insisted on coming back. Bet he regrets that now!
DeleteWow - what an epic climax! So many fantastic moments here - loved the refusal of Theo to allow the submission as well as the five-on-one simultaneous claws on Marshall's vulnerable bod. Glad you got to write the story you've been working on for 15 years and to do so on your own terms. This chapter marks a great "season finale" for the Gould Bros/UWA story but I'm holding out hope for further Gould adventures. Marshall's "90 Day Diary" would be an epic read (and allow you to explore all the things that didn't make the cut in this chapter) and would fit the mold of Dan's 72 hours with Choirboy (30 times as long though for Marshall though hahaha) and the Campground. I am loving the glimpses we see of Papa Gould's shrewdness and ruthlessness... you don't get that rich without being willing to do some questionable things... I think Papa Gould has the makings of a more villainous Vince McMahon and can make UWA a true money-making venture for him (at the expense of his own son(s)). And I am very eager to see where Theo ends up after all of this... someone who betrays his own brother can't be trusted, and I'm sure the Heel Faction will want to subdue any potential traitor in their midst. So many standout moments (the tail, the name changing, the vibrator, the exposure...) I can't list them all. Bravo, Mangler!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments. I wish I could get more feedback, but I'm glad you chose to do so. Hadn't thought of that for Papa Gould but now that you have put that in my mind, I'm sure it will gestate there to see if there is any merit to it. On Oct 1 you will see another Marshall match, but it is a "prequel" match that occurred prior to "Marshall's Revenge." There are also several other characters in this match that will be making an appearance. You will get to see how Ash ended up as the ref and I'm have Byron, and Adam and even Wiley bugging me wanting some more action.
DeleteAnd just as an FYI, the Campground 2 will make an appearance in 2024. We'll get to see what happens when Chad and Tank go at it one on one??
I'm surprised you aren't getting more comments but that's probably cause all their keyboards are sticky from reading this match! This was an epic beat down and I loved it! Death by claw was so enjoyable. This reminded me of Cumface's match with Tank: total destruction and absolutely deserved. Anyone that has a body like Marshall or Cumface SHOULD become playtoys for alphas and tops. If Cumface and Marshall were ever in a royal rumble together, I think all the alphas would have a very hard time deciding which one to beat on...or trying to figure out how to inflict more brutal action than another heel. Keep up the great work!
DeleteThanks for the encouragement. You have suggested a couple of ideas for serious consideration.
DeleteWow what an epic match. I sadly usually just read and don’t respond but this jus had to. Great match. Loved how it turned into all vs Marshall match. And how the beating went on. You are one great writer. Your matches always are so great. Read it 3 times already such enjoyment. Hope it might be more 4 and 5 on 1 matches in the future.
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting and very glad you liked it. I kept thinking of new ways to beat on him, so at some point I just had to say enough. As for 4-5 vs 1 matches, maybe. But they are difficult to write.
DeleteWhat a story!! Loved every punishing hold. The way Marshall cummed was such a delight.
ReplyDeleteWould love to see some follow up about his time as a slave! Maybe a wrestling dummy with consequences.
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. Probably not going to see much in the way of stories of his slave time. I find those very hard to write. The wrestling I can do easily.
DeleteYes I can imagine it’s a different style altogether.
DeleteAlways love your wrestling stories regardless!