Payton vs Marauder (#1)

[Fallout from B&B vs the Marauders]

Payton vs The Marauder (#1)

By

The Mangler

With B&B out on suspension, (see B vs B) Payton felt this would be the perfect time to start getting his revenge.  Since B&B couldn’t be in the ring or the locker room, the Marauder #1 would not have them as backup.  This would give Payton the perfect opportunity to extract some revenge by beating the shit out of him.

Payton was Payton Harding William the IV, the son of the high society Williams family and also a former actor.  He had wrestled as a masked wrestler known as the Marauder #2 along with his partner the Marauder #1.  However, his identity had become known after a match with B&B in which he was also stripped naked (for which he earned the nickname Horsedick).  The fallout of exposing his identity had been tremendous.  He had been disowned by his family and released from his TV show.  He had a very substantial trust fund so was in no danger financially.  While initially he was very upset, he decided that maybe all that was a good thing.  Now he was free to do what he wanted and what he wanted was revenge.  He could always buy himself back into society if that is what he desired. 

The Marauder #1 had suffered a different fate after the match. In return for not being exposed, he agreed to became the personal servant and valet of B&B where he became known as Boy.  Essentially he became their slave boy, although he was allowed to fulfill other obligations that he had.  He could end the punishment at any time by simply demasking himself and letting the world know who he was.  With B&B he always wore his mask and his time with B&B had been intense but not all bad.   Actually, he enjoyed quite a bit of it.

The commissioner of the Redneck Arena was only too happy to book this match.  The greater the animosity between the combatants, the greater the entertainment for the Redneck’s audience.  At first the Marauder #1 had been a little reluctant to get back in the ring until the match stipulation that he could not be demasked during the match was agreed to.

The final issue was who was going to be the ref for the match.  the Marauder #1 suggested Taylor, but Payton was not having that as he did a “piss poor job of reffing our last match.  Plus, B&B had recently embarrassed the hell out of him.”  The commissioner then proposed Jake as the ref and both wrestlers agreed.  The Arena was sold out as the bloodthirsty fans were looking for a major battle and beatdown.

“And now, for the main event of the night, I give you the Marauder #1 as the first contestant.  For simplicity’s sake we are going to call him the Marauder tonight.”

The curtain opened and the masked wrestler walked through the door and into the caged wrestling area. There were shouts and cheers from the audience as the chant of “Microdick” started.  (see B&B vs the Marauders)  the Marauder stood at 6’2” and weighed 250 muscular pounds.  It was obvious that he was in shape, but his musculature was not overly cut.  He was dressed in a pair of square cut yellow trunks and black wrestling boots.  As he walked down to the ring, he looked until he saw B&B and gave them a salute.  While B&B were banned as wrestlers, they were free to buy tickets which they did.  However, the commissioner made it very clear that ANY interference from them would result in a doubling of their suspension time.

“And our referee for this barn burner of a match is the one and only, Mr. Cocksucker himself Jake.”  (see Start of Revenge)

Jake was dressed in the standard Ref’s attire, stripped shirt, black pants and black sneakers.  Even though the shirt was loose, it was still obvious that there was an in-shape body under it.  He gave the announcer an evil glare and shot him the bird.  In return, the announcer signaled by throwing him a kiss.  The middle finger was the unofficial logo for the Redneck Arena. Jake shook his head and climbed into the ring and went to a neutral corner.

“And our final contestant for tonight is the former Marauder #1, former actor, and former society stud, Payton Harding Williams the IV.”

Payton entered the cage and shot the announcer a double bird.  The announcer was, as usual, racking up major negative points with the people in the ring.  He did this deliberately just to mess with their minds.  Jake was 6’3” and 265 pounds, so slightly bigger than the Marauder but no one thought that was going to be much of an issue.  Payton was wearing a pair of standard orange trunks and white wrestling boots.  He jogged down to the ring and climbed in.  He and the Marauder locked eyes and simply stared at each other.

Jake went to each wrestler and gave them the standard check for foreign bodies, called them to the middle of the ring to discuss rules and his expectations, made them fist bump and then sent them back to their corners.  He signaled for the bell.

Both wrestlers charged out of their corners.  When they neared each other, Payton threw a right punch which the Marauder was able to duck and side step.  He responded by delivering a blow to the side.  Payton absorbed the blow and turned back toward the Marauder.  Both wrestlers took deep breaths and approached each other again.  They were soon locked up in a collar and elbow jockeying for position.

Payton took a step toward his opponent, then pivoted to his right throwing him off balance.  Payton was able to  grab a side headlock which the Marauder tried to power out of, but Payton grabbed a handful of mask to stop his effort.  Jake admonished him to watch the mask pulling which Payton pointed out was not against the rules.  Payton responded by twisting away from the ref and drove a judo thrust into the Marauders throat while he released the head lock.

the Marauder gagged and took a step backwards as he tried to inhale and get some breath.  Payton followed up by charging into him, wrapping his arms around the lower back, lifting him up into the air and then charging full speed into the nearest turnbuckle.  Payton had lifted the Marauder up so high that his lower back impacted into the top turnbuckle.

Payton released the hold, allowing the Marauder to slide down the turnbuckle until his feet hit the mat.  Payton had grabbed hold of each of the middle ropes and began slamming his shoulder into the abs as hard as he could.

Jake had been slow to arrive at the turnbuckle because he knew he needed to give these fighters some leeway so that hopefully they could settle their differences.  When he did arrive, he called for the break which Payton ignored.  He then began his count. Once he reached four, Payton stopped with the shoulder blocks, stood up, turned with his back to the Marauder and reached up over his shoulder and grabbed him by the head and performed a snap mare into the middle of the ring.

As soon as he had released the head, and while the Marauder was just hitting the mat, Payton jumped up to the second rope and perform a frog splash landing across the chest and abs.  the Marauder had what little air he had been able to get into his lungs forced out again. Payton pulled the Marauder to a sitting position, dropped down behind him, locked his legs around the waist and applied a full nelson.  He pushed the head down as far as he could and squeezed as tight as he could.  This further restricted the Marauder’s ability to catch his breath.  Also, the tight full nelson was also impeding blood flow to his brain.  He began to get drowsy.

“Not so fast.  It ain’t going to be that easy, asshole,” Payton stated as he released the full nelson. 

However, he then took his left arm and placed it in front of the Marauders face making sure his armpit was properly over the nose and mouth.  He then pulled the Marauder backward, arching his back while keeping the body scissors on.  He had the Marauder in a textbook example of a dragon choke.

Realizing that he was in danger of passing out, the Marauder began to flail about to try and exit the hold.  Finally, getting desperate, he used his right hand to rake Payton’s face and then jab towards the eye.  Payton cursed and then chose to release both holds.  As soon as he was free, he rolled towards the rope and used them to pull himself up.  His vision was a little blurred but was quickly clearing.  Jake admonished the Marauder for his actions.

In the meantime, the Marauder had rolled to the side and managed to get to his hands and knees.  The next thing he knew he was rolling sideways and slamming to the mat because his opponent had delivered a football kick into his abs.  As soon as he was on his back, Payton began a series of stomps and then knees to the abs.  With each blow, the Marauder would exhale air.  The stomps became so frequent that it was difficult to inhale.  Payton finally dropped a knee in the abs and then began posing for the crowd by flexing his muscles in a double biceps pose.

Realizing that the onslaught had temporarily stopped, the Marauder had enough sense that he rolled out of the ring and dropped to the arena floor where he was taking large gasping breaths.  However, he knew that staying down left him an open target so he pulled himself to his feet and backed off from the ring edge.

Payton turned and saw the Marauder standing ringside slightly stooped over and taking in deep breaths.  He smiled and he charged across the ring, rebounded off the ropes and dove between the first and second ropes aimed right at the Marauder.  Unfortunately, the Marauder was no longer standing there for as soon as he saw Payton committed to the dive, he had dropped to the arena floor causing Payton to sail over him and slam head first into the chain link fence surrounding the ring. 

As unluck would have it, Payton slammed into one of the support poles and not the mesh itself.  He instantly began seeing stars and feeling like he was going to pass out.  He slammed down onto the arena floor face first.  This blow only added to his confusion.

Still sucking in breath, the Marauder approached Payton, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the woozy wrestler to his feet.  He turned and charged toward the ring, slamming Payton’s head into the ring post without releasing the hold on his hair.  He then slammed Payton’s forehead onto the ring apron until Payton sagged to his knees.  the Marauder then picked Payton up and rolled him back into the ring followed by himself sliding under the ring ropes just as Jake approached his 10 count.

“Keep the action in the ring,” admonished Jake.

“Whatever Jack,” screamed the Marauder. 

“It’s Jake.”

the Marauder just stared at Jake as he walked by him and pulled Payton to his feet.  He locked his arms around the lower back and then lifted and squeezed by putting him in a bear hug.  Occasionally he wound shake Payton back and forth.  Finally, he quickly turned to his right and slammed Payton to the mat, while landing of top of him.  The expulsion of air could be felt.

the Marauder got to his knees, rolled Payton to his stomach, and then locked on a Boston Crab.  When Jake went to inquire if Payton wished to submit, the Marauder dropped one leg and locked on a nut claw, squeezing for all he was worth.

A scream exploded from Payton and Jake immediately went to the feet, where the Marauder was using both hands to apply a one-legged Boston crab.

“Stay away from the balls,” Jake admonished.

“What?  As you can see I have both hands firmly on the leg,” was the response.

“Yeah, you do now, but stay away from the balls.”

Each time Jake would go to check on a submission, the Marauder would abuse the balls in some manner.  Payton was finally able to reach out and grab the lower rope.

“Break the hold, he is on the ropes,” the ref demanded.

the Marauder held the hold for a couple of seconds then he dropped the leg to the mat.  As soon as he dropped the leg, he turned and began planting boots into the lower back.  Jake got between the two wrestler’s and pushed the Marauder away demanding he give him time to get off the ropes.

 

the Marauder said “Sure, sure, not a problem.”  He then stepped back.

When the ref turned back toward Payton, the Marauder sidestepped behind him, grab Payton by both Ankles and pulled him to the middle of the ring.  He released him, stepped over the back, sat down and placed him in a camel clutch, pulling back as much as he could.  Payton groaned with the pain.

The audience was getting restless as there was no action going on, so the Marauder dropped the hold and stood up.  As soon as he did, Payton rolled across the ring, under the ropes and to the floor.  When the Marauder went to follow, Jake got in his way and pushed him back into the center of the ring.  Payton walked around the ring until his back felt a little better.  He then hopped back up the ring apron.

As soon as Payton hit the apron, the Marauder charged across the ring with the intent of delivering a forearm, but Payton was prepared.  He grabbed the top rope and dropped his ass down to the ring apron pulling the rope downward and the Marauder went flying over it, slamming down back first onto the arena floor.  Almost as soon as he hit the floor, Payton leaped from the apron landing with both feet into the abs of the Marauder.

He then rolled the Marauder over onto his back, sat on the lower back and then loosened the back of the mask. the Marauder was then pulled to his feet and rammed back first into the cage which he was held against.  One of the audience members began to untie the mask strings and pulled them through the cage and began to knot them.

“Got it,” he yelled to Payton who then stood back and began a series of boxing punches into the abs. 

Jake had exited the ring and began counting and when he got to 8, Payton delivered one final punch to the balls and then slipped back under the bottom rope and into the ring.

Jake turned back to the Marauder to see about freeing him from the fence, but he found that he had no need too for B&B had “displaced” the audience member (who was curled up in the fetal position cradling his balls) and untied the strings so that the Marauder could pull away.

Seeing what was happening, Payton exited the ring and moved toward the Marauder, but was intercepted by Jake who threatened to disqualify him unless he immediately got back in the ring.  Payton argued for a bit, but then complied.  This allowed time for B&B to retie the mask and when finished, the Marauder headed for the ring, cautiously.

Jake had re-entered the ring and was physically pushing Payton back to allow the Marauder time to get back into the ring.  However, as the Marauder ducked between the top and second rope, Payton pushed Jake to one side, charged to the ring ropes, locked the Marauder into a side headlock and pulled the Marauder back into the ring before dropping to the mat and slamming the Marauder’s forehead on the ring floor.  He immediately stood and dropped a leg drop across the back of the head.

Payton ignored Jake who was berating him for pushing the ref, pulled the Marauder to his feet and lifted him up before delivering a pile driver.  the Marauder remained conscious but just barely.

Payton rolled the Marauder to his back, dropped down to the mat and began untying his opponent’s trunks.  He then began to pull the trunks, along with the jockstrap down the legs.  Jake, seeing what was happening, began to berate Payton and tell him to stop.

“Oh, grow the fuck up dude.  This is the Redneck Arena, not some pansy WWE ring,” Payton shouted as he completed stripping the Marauder of his wrestling gear and tossing them out of the ring up against the fence.  Hands reached through the fence and grasped the items, pulling them through and out of play for the wrestlers.  As soon as the trunks had come off, the crowd had started chanting “Microdick” as the Marauder did have a short cock in the deflated position.

Payton pulled the Marauder to his feet, locked on a full nelson and preceded to parade the Marauder around the ring so that everyone could get a good look.  He moved to the middle of the ring and sat down.  As soon as the Marauder and Payton’s asses were on the mat, Payton placed his legs around the waist, dropped his feet between the Marauder’s legs, slammed his heels back into Payton’s balls, (Jake was out of position and did not see the low blow), and used his legs to pry the Marauders legs apart, making sure his cock and balls were on full display.  He then locked down on the full nelson, driving the Marauders chin into his chest.

the Marauder tried to pull downward on his arms to break the hold but he didn’t have the power.  He felt himself getting even groggier than after the pile driver.  Sensing that his opponent was fading, Payton released the hold, slid to the side, palmed Marauder’s face, and pushed backward slamming the back of Marauder’s head into the mat.  Wasting no time, Payton pulled a limp Marauder to his feet and threw him across the ring and into the ropes.  As he rebounded off, he was met in the middle of the ring by a full strength punch to the abs from Payton who was on his knees.

“Ooomph,” and spittle came from the Marauder and he took a couple of step backwards before he felt Payton lift him into the air and slam him ab first across his knee.  He quickly repeated the hold before rolling the Marauder to the mat and delivering a knee drop into the abs followed by a double claw hold.

the Marauder was grunting and trying to pry the hands from his abs.  Finally, Payton released the claw, rolled the Marauder to his back, stood and delivered a leg drop across the back of the head.  Giving his opponent no time to recover, Payton grabbed the back of the mask and used it to pry him to his feet.  Payton immediately locked him into an abdominal stretch.

Once he had the stretch locked in, Payton grabbed a leg and pulled upward stretching the rectus muscles out as much as possible.  Tiring of this, he dropped the leg and began slamming chops into the abs.  He finished by driving two fists into the abs, apologizing to Jake when he was warned.

Payton again pulled the Marauder to his feet.  As he was rising, the Marauder threw a punch into Payton’s side but it didn’t have much focus.

“Pussyboy, you are going to have to do better than that,” he taunted.

Once the Marauder was on his feet, Payton grabbed an arm and slung him into the nearest turnbuckle immediately followed by Payton slamming full body into him.  Payton then grabbed an arm and hurled the Marauder across the ring and into the opposite turnbuckle where he followed up with a running knee into the lower abs, making sure his shin slammed into the cock and balls.

“Oops,” was all he had to say as Jake once again warned him.

He then grabbed the middle ropes on both sides and began slamming his shoulder into the exposed abs. On the last slam, Payton felt the Marauder fall over his back, so he released the ropes and locked his arms around the back and stood up.  the Marauder was now laying across Payton’s shoulder with his abs on the bony part.  Payton began to jump up and down, repeatedly driving the Marauders abs into his shoulder.

Tiring of this, Payton sat the Marauder down on his feet, made sure he was standing upright and then lifted him into an across the shoulder back breaker.  He grabbed the chin and pulled downward and grabbed the thigh and pulled down at that end.  He also began to raise up and down forcing the Marauder up and down.

Whenever Jake was at the head asking if the Marauder wanted to submit, Payton would use the opportunity to abuse the balls in some fashion.  When Payton felt that the Marauder was going to give up, he released his hand from the chin and placed it over the mouth.  At the other side, he grabbed the balls, squeezed and pulled them away from the body.  He continued to bounce.  the Marauder had pain in his nuts, his back and his abs but couldn’t submit if he wanted to.

“Remove the hand,” Jake demanded.

“No,” Payton responded.

“I said removed the goddamned hand.”

“And I said no.”

While the back and forth continued, Payton was applying as much pressure to the hold as possible.  When Jake finally began to count, Payton dropped his opponent to the mat where he quickly lifted the two ankles in the air and delivered a leg drop between the legs.  He ignored the screaming from Jake, and locked on another dragon sleeper forcing the Marauder to bridge with his hurting abs.  Jake went and lifted the Marauder’s arm and let it drop where it hit the mat. He did it a second time and it again dropped.  When he released it the third time, Payton slapped an open hand into the Marauder’s balls, causing the arm to move toward his crotch, but definitely not down to the mat.

Laughing an evil laugh, Payton once again dropped the Marauder to the Mat.  He pulled him to his feet, threw him off the ropes where he buried a knee into the abs.  Not allowing the Marauder to fall to the mat, Payton lifted him up and brought him down onto his knee with a reverse atomic drop.  The air was expelled from the Marauders lung and he really couldn’t say anything.

the Marauder slowly sank to his knees with his hand holding his balls.  Payton charged into the ropes and on his rebound drove his knee into the Marauder’s forehead, forcing him back to the mat where he didn’t move. Payton dropped onto his chest, reached down and pulled the legs up making sure to lock his hand around the Marauder’s ball sack and squeezing for all he was worth. 

Jake began his count “one, two, and three,” without any resistance from the Marauder.  Payton then stood and had Jake raise his hand as the announcer said “And our winner with a decisive pin over Microdick, we have Horsedick, Payton Harding William the IV.”  When Payton looked over at the announcer he just winked.  Payton added the announcer to his list of people for payback.

Jake dropped the hand and went over to check on the Marauder who appeared to be starting to come around which is why Payton had grabbed and squeezed the balls.  He wanted the Marauder to be aware of what was going to happen.   Payton walked over, grabbed a handful of mask and forced the Marauder to his feet.  He went to the Marauder’s back and applied a standing full nelson, before he started turning around the ring.  He was ignoring Jake’s attempt to stop him.

Payton swung the Marauder around in circles until his legs left the mat and then released him at just the right time so that he went flying in Jake, knocking the ref backward and through the ropes where he took a hard landing on the floor with the back of his head impacting hard on the floor stunning him.  Payton pulled the Marauder back to his feet before delivering a DDT.  Payton then exited the ring and went over to one of his fans who passed a pair of thumb cuffs through the fence.

Re-entering the ring, Payton pulled the Marauder to the turnbuckle where he threw the arms over the top rope.  Payton then passed the thumb cuffs through the eyebolt securing the second rope to the post, then locked each of the Marauder’s thumbs into position, essentially trapping the Marauder in the corner.

He stepped back and used the Marauder’s abs for target practice for a series of punches, knees and kicks.  the Marauder grunted as each blow got more intense as the muscles softened.  Not really wanting to stop, but needing to finish before Jake got back up, Payton pulled the string out of the top of his trunks.  He had deliberately placed a longer than necessary string in them.

Once the string was free, Payton knotted one end around the balls of the Marauder, pulling it tight so that it could not slip off.  He dropped to the floor, reached up and grabbed the string and pulled, pulling the Marauders balls downward.  The pain in his nuts revived the Marauder to full awareness.  Once he had the balls as low as they would go, the wrapped the other end of the string around the bottom rope several times before knotting it off.

the Marauder was going nowhere and his moans and groans of pain were music to Payton’s ears.  Payton reached through the ring ropes and palm slapped the balls several times before he n went over to Jake and helped him to his feet.

“Sorry about that man, hope you are okay,” Payton said in mock sympathy, as he placed one of Jakes arms over his shoulder and began helping him back toward the locker room making sure to turn him so that he could not see the ring corner where the Marauder was bound.

Jake mumbled something about checking the other wrestler, but Payton said “No, he’s okay.  He is already back in the locker room.”  He continued to escort Jake through the tunnel, through the door of the cage and into the back.  Once in the back corridor, Payton simple dropped Jake who landed on the floor.

“One revenge down, three, no four, to go,” Payton said as he entered the shower.

At the cage door, one of Payton’s friends used a length of rope to tie the door closed.  It would take some time for any assistance to get in to the Marauder.  B&B had headed in that direction, but the commissioner warned them off by threating further suspension if they interfered.

It was about 30 minutes before anyone could get to the Marauder and his balls were starting to turn dark red.  When the string was released, his balls rebounded back to his pelvis where they slammed into the pelvic bone causing a loud scream of pain from the Marauder before he passed out.  The crowd cheered as the scream erupted. 

the Marauder’s balls started to regain their color, but they were very painful as the blood returned.  Once they managed to free him from the cuffs and help him out of the ring he limped slowly back to the locker room where he chose to just get dressed without showering and head out.  He was met outside by B&B who had a little sympathy for him, but they were more pissed off that Payton did this to something of theirs.  They both silently swore to teach Payton a lesson.

Payton waited concealed near the back entrance until the announcer left the building where he accosted him by a field goal kick into the nuts before lifting him up and dropping him in a reverse atomic drop onto his knees twice. He then dropped him to the ground and grabbed the legs and delivered a couple of stomps to the nuts.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Payton growled as he started to walk away.

The announcer managed to gurgle, “Wouldn’t dream of it, but you could fuck me.”

Hearing that Payton just laughed and walked back over to the announcer and placed his foot over the nuts and pushing down.

“I play rough, cowboy.”

“I can take anything you got, Horsedick,” was the reply.

Payton pulled the announcer to his feet, threw him over his shoulder and walked back to his car, all the while squeezing the nuts.

“Finally, someone man enough to call me out,” the announcer thought as a wide grin spread across his face.