The Gould Brothers Take Charge (2)

 

 [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.]