Wiley vs The
Executioner
By
The
Mangler
The buzz in the crowd was increasing in intensity. All the preliminary bouts had finished and
the main event was coming up. Tonight’s
match was the culmination of the Heel Faction’s campaign against the faces in
the UWA. With the Heel’s decisive
victory over Marshall (twice), the Faces were being demoralized not to mention
destroyed in matches usually by illegal moves and double and even triple
teaming.
Wiley, the agreed leader of the faces, had issued a final
challenge to The Executioner, the leader of the Heel Faction. Wiley knew he should feel some guilt about
what happened with Marshall, but didn’t.
Marshall had felled in the job he was hired to do, though through no
fault of his own other than not being tough enough.
Once again the larger arena was sold out and the crowd
was getting impatient as the lights flickered to signal the beginning of the
match, and the introductions began.
“Gentleman and Ladies, welcome to tonight’s main event, a one-on-one showdown between good and evil with Wiley taking on The Executioner.” A loud roar was heard from the crowd.
“Special stipulations are in place for tonight’s match
and stakes are involved as well. For the
stipulations, no other wrestlers at
ringside, and during the match any outside interference, seen by the ref or
not, is an automatic disqualification. To help enforce that rule, there are
several league refs located throughout the stadium. Those wrestlers not involved in the match can
observe from the mezzanine level but may not leave it.” Some in the crowd booed at those rules as
they felt it handicapped The Executioner
“The stakes for tonight are as follows. If Wiley loses, The Executioner becomes his
manager for one year with the right to agree to any type of match for Wiley.” There were slightly more boos than cheers at
this announcement.
If Wiley wins, the Heel Fraction will break up, except
The Executioner would be able to choose one of his colleagues as his
partner. After the breakup, any
interference from former Faction members in each other’s matches would result
in banishment from the league for two years." This time there were slightly more
cheers.
“Neither wrestler may touch the other until the bell has
rung. Otherwise, standard singles match
rules apply.”
As the announcer was making the introductions, the ref
for this match wandered down to the ring.
He was a big man being 6’3” and 255 pounds. The management knew they needed someone who
could take out either wrestler. The ref
had been given orders to be somewhat lenient with the rules as there needed to
be a definite winner to settle things in the UWA.
Backstage Adam, The Executioner’s tag team partner,
approached Wiley in the company of a management member. Sam, Liam, and Quinton, all fellow faces,
were standing around as well, waiting for Wiley to enter the arena before
heading for the mezzanine level.
Adam walked over and did a VERY thorough examination for
foreign objects, applying a little extra pressure while examining the groin
area.
“He’s clean,” Adam said as he stepped back and
immediately brought his right knee up into Wiley’s groin with a metal-loaded
kneepad. As Wiley dropped to his knees
while cupping his balls, Adam grabbed Wiley’s singlet strap, wrapped it around
Wiley’s neck, placed a knee between the shoulder blades, and pulled tight. Wiley began frantically trying to breathe.
It took a few seconds for what had happened to register,
and Adam resisted the efforts of the faces to pull him off for as long as he
could. When he was released, Wiley
dropped to the floor trying to catch his breath while the pain radiated up from
his crotch.
“Hey, that’s a disqualification,” Liam yelled once Adam
had been pulled off.
“No, it’s not,” Adam smirked. “The rule was no outside interference
DURING the match. The match hasn’t
started.”
“That’s not fair,” Quinton began until interrupted by the
management agent.
“Unfortunately, Adam is correct. It is a loophole, but he is correct.”
The Heel Faction was excellent at finding loopholes and
Adam simply shot the faces a double middle finger as he laughed and walked away
heading toward the mezzanine. The faces
wanted to go after Adam but management put a stop to that.
The faces helped Wiley back to his feet just as could be
heard through the curtain “Coming out first, the representative for the faces,
we have Wiiiillley.”
There was a large cheer throughout the arena and some
scattered jeers. Most of the crowd felt
that Wiley's actions against Marshall in his last match were appropriate and
necessary but a few were still pissed off.
Wiley walked slowly through the curtain shaking his head
as if trying to clear it, adjusting his balls, and slowly jogged down to the
ringside. The fans noted that his
movement was a little awkward for some reason. He essentially ignored the crowd
as he was focused on winning this match.
He stood at 6’ tall and weighed in at 190 pounds having put on 10 pounds
of muscle for this match. He had also
done extra work on cardio and strength as he knew he would need them. Atypically, he was wearing a white wrestling
singlet, as he normally wore standard wrestling briefs. It was a decision he was already
regretting. Reaching the ring, he hopped
up onto the apron, with a slight wince when his feet landed. He then climbed through the ropes and hopped
around trying to loosen up.
“And his opponent for tonight, we have Thheee
Executioneeer.”
As his foreign body check had been completely above board, The Executioner, a 6’ tall, 225-pound bear of
a man, walked smugly out of the curtain. His body was covered with a layer of hair and
he had a small beer gut. He looked soft,
but under that softness was tight musculature and great athletic ability. He was wearing a black singlet.
As usual, he had a leash in his hand which was attached
to the collar around Loser's (formerly Marshall's) neck. Loser stood 5'11" tall, weighed 200
pounds, but his musculature wasn't as cut as before. He was wearing a hot pink thong that was one or
two sizes two small leaving very little to the imagination while everything was
covered except his ass. Otherwise, he
was wearing nothing else. He looked
haggard. His normally very cut physique
was not in evidence. As he walked down
the aisle, he looked haggard and beaten down.
Fans on that side noted a tat on his right butt cheek that said
“Property of the Heels.” Seeing Loser
like this had been a staple of the Heel Faction matches ever since Loser’s
beatdown and betrayal by his brother Theo and Wiley. Everyone knew that he was there to give The
Executioner an advantage as he would get involved in the match as he had done
before.
As The Executioner and Loser walked down the aisle, Wiley
got in the face of the ref.
“Hey, it says no wrestlers at ringside,” he screamed.
Hearing him, The Executioner shouted as he arrived
ringside. “Hey, he isn’t a wrestler, he is my valet. Check with the office, he resigned as a
wrestler a couple of weeks ago.”
As he said this, The Executioner tied the leash around
the ring post leaving Loser with an approximately 10-foot tether. The ref walked over to confer with one of the
management types as The Executioner climbed into the ring.
The ref called the wrestlers to the middle of the ring.
“While it is definitely against the spirit of the rule,
it is technically legal so there is nothing I can do about it. Sorry Wiley.”
“Yeah, you can make this easy on yourself and just submit
now,” The Executioner laughed.
Wiley just stared at The Executioner. “Don’t worry about it. You couldn’t beat me alone so you brought your
lackey, but even with your cheap tricks and Loser’s involvement you aren’t going
to win.” As Wiley said this he adjusted
his balls in his singlet. There was
still some minor throbbing.
“Don’t know what you mean by cheap tricks. I’m going to beat your ass fair and square.”
The ref then went over the rules for the match. He made the two wrestlers fist bump and then
return to their corners. Wiley walked
backward to his, not trusting The Executioner or the ring announcer, who had
control of the bell. The Executioner
nonchalantly turned his back and walked to the corner where he looked over at
Loser and smiled.
“Do your job, Loser, or else," he whispered menacingly
so that only Loser could hear.
“Don’t worry, Master,” was the whispered reply as Loser
looked down at the floor, as he had been taught. “I know my place and my job.” Loser was completely beaten down.
As the bell rang, the two wrestlers moved cautiously
toward the center of the ring circling each other until The Executioner raised
one hand signaling for a test of strength.
Wiley slowly raised the opposing hand.
As the two began to interlock their fingers, they both paid close
attention to the other waiting for a countermove. None came, so they locked fingers over the
other hand and the test began.
Both grunted and moaned as they tried to best their
opponent. The arm muscles of both men
stood out as they applied maximum strength trying to get an advantage. As they struggled, they moved around the
ring. The Executioner, seeing that Wiley
was in the primed position, suddenly pushed off with his feet, forcing Wiley
backward where he ran into the ropes.
Just as Wiley hit the ropes, The Executioner pulled Wiley toward him and
dropped to the mat. As he went down he
lifted his knees and using his leverage flipped Wiley over his head where he
landed flat on his back.
Their fingers still locked, The Executioner rolled
backward and over his head slamming his ass down into the solar plexus of his
already winded opponent. He could feel
the air rushing out of Wiley's mouth as he slammed down. He pulled his hands free from Wiley, placed
them on each of Wiley's hard pecs, lifted his body into the air, and came down
with both knees into the abs. Wiley
tried to fold in two from the blow but only his legs came off the mat.
The Executioner spun around so that he was facing Wiley's
feet, slid upward so that his ass was resting on Wiley's face, and began a
series of fists into the solar plexus and the abdominals.
“No closed fists, watch the fists,” the ref warned.
The Executioner simply ignored him until the ref started
to count. When he reached 4, The
Executioner lifted his fist, leaned forward, and drove the final fist into
Wiley's balls. He then rolled off his opponent to the side and stood.
“Watch the goddamn low blows,” the ref screamed. The Executioner simply responded with the
middle finger as he reached down and grabbed Wiley by the hair pulling him to
his feet. He threw Wiley across the ring
and when he rebounded from the ropes planted a knee into the abs, flipping
Wiley to the mat.
He repeated the move but this time he executed a
dropkick. Unfortunately for him, Wiley
grabbed the ropes such that The Executioner hit nothing but free air and then
the mat. As soon as he hit the mat,
Wiley was at his side raining down stomps wherever he could get them to land. Not able to stop the stomps, The Executioner
rolled out of the ring.
Once he hit the floor, he was able to stand up only to be
met by Wiley as a missile coming between the first and second ropes and
slamming into his chest, forcing him backward.
He managed to maintain his feet but slammed back first into the metal
dividers separating him from the audience.
He dropped to his knees where he was met with a knee to the head from
Wiley. This snapped his head back where
it impacted the barrier. He then dropped
face forward onto the floor.
Wiley pulled him up after bending the right knee and then
dropping down slamming The Executioner’s knee onto his lower thigh. Without releasing The Executioner, Wiley
lifted him again, but this time brought the knee down on the metal barrier.
Aware that the ref was close to a ten count, Wiley
quickly rolled back under the ring where he was admonished for the outside
action. The ref then turned and began
his count again. Seeing that The
Executioner was probably not going to make it back to the ring, Wiley started
back outside causing the ref to break his count to stop him. The ref pushed him back to the middle of the
ring berating him while Wiley kept an eye on The Executioner.
The Executioner crawled back onto the ring apron where he
was kneeling. Wiley sidestepped the ref
and charged driving a knee into the head of his opponent. The Executioner saw it coming and stuck out
his right fist such that while the knee did connect, his fist connected with
Wiley's balls at the same time. Both
wrestlers dropped, Wiley to his knees cupping his balls, and The Executioner to
the arena floor, cupping his head.
The ref screamed at both of them for their illegal
activities. He then stood back and
allowed both of them time to get back to their feet. He moved Wiley back into the ring giving The
Executioner time to crawl back into the ring and get to his feet.
"You got more gumption than I gave you credit for,
but it ain't going to matter 'cause you're going down and are going to be my
personal little bitch. I think a
gauntlet match next for you."
“Fat chance, asshole.”
The two wrestlers approached each other and locked into a
collar and elbow. As they pushed and
pulled trying to get an advantage, The Executioner suddenly dropped down to his
knees. As he did so, he placed his hands
behind Wiley's head causing him to come down with his chin impacting the top of
The Executioner's head. He took two
steps backward and dropped to his knees, where he was hit with a forearm across
the upper chest by The Executioner. The forearm
was applied from the knees, but still had a great deal of force. Wiley’s upper body flew backward and his head
and shoulders impacted the mat, stunning him.
The Executioner rose to his feet, grabbed a handful of
Wiley's hair, and pulled him up. He then
threw him across the ring and as he rebounded off the ropes, he was met by a
solid foot slamming into his guts and forcing him back against the ropes. The Executioner grabbed the left arm and
placed his right hand behind Wiley's neck, charged him across the ring, and threw
him out between the first and second ropes where he landed hard on the Arena
floor. As The Executioner went to exit
the ring, the ref got in front of him and pushed his back.
As soon as the ref’s back was turned, Loser went over and
gave a couple of kicks to the upper bicep and a stomp. He then lifted Wiley up and dropped him in a
reverse atomic drop but his aim was slightly off so Wiley’s balls only received
a glancing blow. Loser then tossed him
back into the ring.
The Executioner grabbed Wiley by one ankle and pulled him
to the middle of the ring, where he then grabbed the other ankle, lifted and
spread both legs and dropped a headbutt into the exposed balls. Wiley screamed and rolled into a fetal position. The Executioner ignored the ref’s admonition
about the low blow as he grabbed Wiley’s legs and locked him into a figure four
leg lock.
Wiley screamed from the pain and then began to rock back
and forth until he was able to roll himself and The Executioner over, reversing
the figure four. It was now The
Executioner's time to groan and slap the mat in pain. Wiley reached over grabbed the middle rope
and pulled himself upwards, increasing the pain in the knee to The Executioner.
“Break the hold, break the hold,” the ref demanded when
he saw Wiley holding the rope. Wiley
dropped his hold on the rope and then disentangled his legs. Immediately upon rising, he delivered a
series of stomps into the right knee of The Executioner. The Executioner managed to roll over and grab
the ropes, and the ref forced Wiley away from him. Using the ropes, The Executioner pulled
himself to his feet while continuing to hold onto the ropes.
Wiley moved in toward a slumping Executioner when
suddenly The Executioner used the top rope to hold him as he lifted both feet
up and kicked out slamming Wiley in the middle of the chest and forcing him
back across the ring and into the ropes.
When he attempted to step into the ring, Loser grabbed him by the ankle
and held on. The ref demanded that Loser
release the leg while The Executioner took advantage of Wiley’s distraction to
launch a kick between Wiley’s legs and into his balls. The ref did not see this
as he was looking at Loser.
Wiley screamed, grabbed at his crotch with one hand, and
held onto the rope with the other. The
Executioner charged across the ring, rebounded off the ropes, and delivered a
head-first spear into Wiley where the force caused him to double over and slip
between the second and third ropes and drop to the arena floor.
The Executioner exited the ring on the side away from the
ref, charged around the ring, and delivered several stomps into the pecs and
abs of Wiley. He then pulled him up and
threw him back first into one of the dividers before grabbing his arm and
throwing him back first into the ring edge.
Wiley fell to his knees.
The Executioner pulled Wiley to his feet, pulled Wiley
away from the ring, turned him around, pulled both arms behind his back, and
then charged Wiley's abs full force into the ring edge. The blow caused Wiley to slam forward with his
neck impacting the bottom rope. The
Executioner seized this opportunity and locked on a full nelson trapping
Wiley’s neck across the bottom rope.
The Executioner ignored the ref's attempt to get him to
break the hold until the ref started his count and then he broke at 8 and
climbed back into the ring. He got to
his feet where he was met by the ref who pushed him back to the center of the
ring.
Outside, Loser walked over and locked on another full
nelson trapping Wiley's neck over the bottom rope. He held on until he saw the ref start to turn.
He released the full nelson, stepped back, and delivered a pump handle between
the legs, dropping Wiley to the arena floor.
When the ref was fully turned, Loser was standing back in his
corner.
The ref started his 10 count which was interrupted when
he had to push The Executioner back into the ring. Loser walked over, kicked into the balls,
then lifted Wiley back onto the ring apron.
He drove his elbow twice into the abs before pushing him fully back into
the ring. The crowd was booing and
trying to get the ref's attention to no avail.
The Executioner came over to Wiley, pulled him into the
middle of the ring, then locked on a supine guillotine hold, stretching his
opponent as much as he could. He would
deliver open-handed chops in the abs as well.
Once tired of the hold, The Executioner stood, pulled a hurting Wiley to
his feet, and lifted him into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker pulling down on
the chin as hard as he could. When the
ref was not in position he would grab at the balls and squeeze.
Wiley finally managed to get his left hand up to The
Executioner's face and raked the eyes.
He did this twice before The Executioner dropped him to the mat. The ref was yelling at him for the illegal hold
while The Executioner shook his head a couple of times to clear his vision, and
stated toward Wiley.
"If you want to play that way," The Executioner
began as he neared Wiley who was laying supine on the mat. Taking a lesson from his opponent, Wiley quickly
drew his legs to his chest and then kicked out slamming both feet into The
Executioner’s right knee, dropping him to the mat. Wiley felt the maneuver in his balls and his
abs but knew he had to power through the pain. The Executioner collapsed to the mat holding
his leg.
Wiley regained his feet slowly and approached The
Executioner who tried to slide backwards. Unfortunately, he slid into one of
the turnbuckles. Wiley attacked slamming
stomps into the right knee and leg of The Executioner until the ref forced him
back to the middle of the ring. The
Executioner used the ropes to stand up and then gently walked down the ring,
keeping his hand on the rope.
He finally stepped away from the rope and was charged by
Wiley who delivered a lariat dropping him to the mat before turning and
beginning to stomp on the right knee.
Loser reached under the rope, grabbed The Executioner by the arm, and
pulled him out of the ring causing him to fall to the arena floor, but at least
he was away from Wiley. This got a
rebuke from the ref, but Loser simply ignored him.
Wiley made a move to exit the ring but the ref stopped
him. He turned and began the count on
The Executioner. When The Executioner
made a motion to get back into the ring, Wiley would approach causing the ref
to break the count and concentrate on him.
As the ref pushed him back, he came within range of Loser who reached
out and grabbed an ankle. Wiley
responded by stomping down on the wrist, causing Loser to curse and release the
hold but keeping Wiley’s attention on him.
This allowed The Executioner time to get back into the ring.
As the ref was berating Loser for his actions, Wiley
turned back toward the ring only to be met by a judo thrust into the throat
causing him to gag. The Executioner
quickly snapmared him to the mat where he locked on a rear chin lock. Before locking on the hold, The Executioner
pulled his arm out of his singlet and used it to wrap around Wiley’s neck. He made sure the strap was high up on the
neck.
The ref returned to the action where he noted the hold
and that Wiley was turning red. He
checked for a choke but did not check high enough so he missed the strap around
the neck. Wiley was flailing away but
when The Executioner moved in to whisper something in his ear, he used the
opportunity to claw at the face and eyes.
This caused The Executioner to release the lock allowing the ref to see
the strap around Wiley's neck. As Wiley
ripped the strap from around his neck, he took in great gasps of air, while the
ref was berating Wiley for the eye claw and then The Executioner for the
chock. The two wrestlers separated from
one another.
The Executioner was quicker to recover and walked over
toward Wiley who knew he was still in trouble.
Once The Executioner was in range, Wiley leaped from the mat, using his
head like a battering ram, and slammed into The Executioner's groin, impacted
mainly on the cock but also some of the balls.
The Executioner grunted and stepped backward trying to regain his
breath.
Wiley rose to his feet and stepped to a neutral corner
where he continued to take great gasps of air.
Meanwhile, The Executioner walked to the other side of the ring and
stood trying to regroup. Finally, the
two Wrestlers slowly approached each other.
Once again, Wiley threw both
hands in the air signaling for a test of strength. Sensing his opportunity, The Executioner
dropped his head down and charged into Wiley.
Unfortunately, Wiley knew the move was coming, so he sidestepped, joined
his hands together, and slammed them into The Executioner’s upper back as he
went past. This dropped The Executioner
to the mat where Wiley was quickly upon him locking on a camel clutch. He was using this hold to apply some pressure
to the back but mainly was using it as an opportunity to try and get his
breathing under control.
The Executioner was finally able to crawl close enough so
that he could grab the bottom ring rope.
Wiley immediately released the hold, stood up, grabbed the right ankle
of The Executioner, bent it at the knee, and slammed the knee into the mat
until the ref neared the count of five before breaking the hold and stepping
back.
The Executioner rolled to his back and pulled himself to
a sitting position before crawling back to his feet. He and Wiley approached each other and locked
up into a collar and elbow trying to seek an advantage. The Executioner took his right hand, grabbed
the left singlet strap, and pivoted around Wiley's right side, drawing the
strap across Wiley's throat. As he
reached the back, The Executioner grabbed the same strap on the other side of
the neck and pulled tight, once again wrapping a singlet strap around Wiley’s
neck and pulling hard. To gain more
leverage he placed on knee in the middle of Wiley’s back.
The Executioner ignored the ref's admonitions until he
started counting and reached the count of 4.
At that point, he released the strap with both hands, dropped to his
knee, and delivered a pump handle between Wiley's legs, again slamming into the
balls. This only caused Wiley to exhale
harder and he became somewhat dizzy from a lack of air and pain in his abused
nuts.
The ref threatened The Executioner with disqualification
for any more low blows and yelled at him about the choke. The Executioner just charged around him,
grabbed Wiley by the back of the head, and slammed his forehead into the
turnbuckle repeatedly until the ref got him to stop. He then locked Wiley's head under his armpit
and dropped him to the mat with a DDT.
Once on the ground, The Executioner again grabbed the
singlet straps, put his foot on the upper back, and pulled upward as hard as he
could. The ref was immediately on the scene
but took a couple of seconds to argue with The Executioner before beginning his
count. Once he reached four, The
Executioner dropped the straps, threw his hands up, and stepped back. When the ref went to check on Wiley, The
Executioner came around him and pulled Wiley from the mat by his hair, and
backed him up into the ropes. Wiley was
still huffing and puffing and didn’t offer much resistance while The
Executioner trapped his arms between the ropes and delivered a couple of fists
into the abs. The ref admonished The
Executioner who simply held his hands up in the air and adopted an innocent
look. The ref began trying to extricate Wiley from the ropes.
In the meantime, The Executioner charged across the ring,
rebounded off the ropes, and when he rebounded launched himself like a missile
driving his head into Wiley's abs.
Spittle and air flew from Wiley's mouth.
He was now in trouble and he knew it.
The Executioner just laughed and turned to repeat the
maneuver so he charged across the ring to rebound off the ropes again, but Loser
reached under the bottom ring rope, grabbed an ankle, and pulled backward,
causing The Executioner to face plant onto the mat. Loser then pulled him from the ring, lifted
him up, and delivered an atomic knee drop right into the balls. As The Executioner stepped back, Loser turned
him around, lifted him up, and dropped him balls first across the divider
separating the fans from the ring area being sure to use as much downward force
as possible.
The Executioner just slumped forward and rolled off the
barrier to the ground his eyes wide and his mouth gaping like a hooked fish,
but not much sound came out. Loser
quickly picked The Executioner up, bent the right leg, lifted him up, and
dropped the knee across the metal barrier. This time The Executioner screamed and once
again dropped to the arena floor. Turning
so that he could face the ring, Loser wrapped the leash around The Executioner’s
throat and pulled tight. The Executioner
was struggling for breath. When the ref
appeared to be close to freeing Wiley from the ropes, Loser released the leash,
picked The Executioner up, slammed his back into the ring post, and then rolled
him back into the ring. After this, he
walked over to the announcer's table and picked up a portable microphone, and
returned to his corner where the ref found him.
While the action outside the ring had been occurring, the
ref had been freeing a trapped Wiley from the ropes. Once free, Wiley looked across the ring to
where The Executioner lay on the mat not moving. Not stopping to think about it, because he
knew he had to take advantage of the situation, he charged across the ring and
drug The Executioner into the middle of the ring although Wiley was still
having issues breathing. He rolled him
to his stomach and began slamming the already abused right knee into the mat
repeatedly. He pulled The Executioner to
his feet, lifted him up, bent the right knee, and dropped it down onto his
thigh. He did this twice before dropping
The Executioner to the mat. After the last drop, Wiley staggered back and he
was running out of gas.
Making sure they were in the middle of the ring Wiley
then applied a figure four leg lock concentrating the pressure on the right
knee. The Executioner tried to roll over
and reverse the hold but was not successful and he could not manage to get to
the ropes. Wiley used all his strength
to bridge to further increase the pressure on the knee.
“I give, no more, I fucking give,” The Executioner
screamed but Wiley refused to release the hold until the ref threatened to
disqualify him. He then broke the hold
and had his hand raised in victory. He
used his other hand to cup his sore and abused nuts. The crowd cheered their approval for his
win.
“Fuck you and the former Heel faction,” Wiley
screamed. “As of this moment, they no
longer exist.” Wiley slammed two stomps
into the knee and one into the balls before exiting the ring. When he jumped to the floor, he felt the
impact in his nuts so he reached down with one hand to cup them.
Still breathing heavily, he slowly walked back toward the
locker room, acknowledging the crowd. He
heard another cheer from the crowd so he stopped, turned toward the ring, and watched
as Loser climbed into the ring carrying the microphone with him. Loser had untied the leash from the ring post
and took it into the ring with him. Loser
walked over to The Executioner as the ref tried to stop him, but Loser simply
grabbed the ref behind the head, turned around, and tossed him over the top
rope and onto the floor. He turned back
to The Executioner, slammed a foot into the balls, and then dropped down
slamming his ass into the solar plexus, and looked down at The Executioner.
“You are either very bad at counting or too cocksure in
your own talents asswipe. Yesterday
marked the 90th day after my beatdown, so I was officially out of
your control. I chose to wait one more
day because I knew you had this stakes match and you were going to need me to
help you. And I did help you – LOSE that
is. You and your goons tried your very
best to break me, but I don’t break for anybody. Especially not to lying cheating heels like
you.” He punctuated the last line with a
series of slaps across the face of The Executioner's head before standing and
facing the crowd.
“So, starting today, I am declaring war on the UWA and I
intend to beat the ever-loving shit out of everyone and anyone who gets in my
way.” Looking up toward the exit where
Wiley stood he yelled "And yes that
includes you, Wiley."
“Bring it on Loser,” Wiley yelled back.
“Gonna be embarrassing when a man named Loser, beats your
sorry ass, Wiley. And that goes for the idiots
of the FORMER Heel Faction as well.” He
screamed the last up to the mezzanine level where he noted the wrestlers moving
to the exit.
Loser dropped the microphone, pulled The Executioner up
into a sleeper hold, and put him out. He
pulled The Executioner’s singlet off, leaving him in only his jockstrap, and
whirled it around his finger as he exited the ring following the same path
Wiley had taken. He was quite the sight
in his hot pink thong, collar, carrying his leash and twirling the
singlet. He knew the heel faction would arrive
at the ring soon. He went through the
curtain and immediately out the back door dressed only in his thong, collar,
and leash.
The Heel Faction approached the ring where Midnight peeled off and started toward the
curtain where Loser had exited. He was
stopped by management getting in his way and threatening him. The other members entered the ring and
awakened The Executioner who, once he regained his senses, was raging mad. He did not seem to realize that he was
dressed only in his jockstrap.
“That doesn’t count.
That wasn’t a legal submission because there was outside interference so
that doesn’t count,” he hollered as loud as he could as he passed around the
ring. “He didn’t legally get a
submission.” His face was purple with
rage.
Not being stupid enough to get in the ring, the league
general manager stayed on the Arena floor and picked up the microphone that
Loser had dropped on his way out.
"No, it was legal.
As YOU pointed out, Loser was not a wrestler but a manager, and managers
weren't covered by the interference rule. So that was a legal SUBMISSION and
you lost. You got hoisted by your own petard so say bye-bye
to your little faction and begin deciding who you want for your
partner." He then returned the mike
to the announcer's table and went to help the ref back to the locker room.
The Executioner stormed around the ring, cursing,
screaming, and yelling. He spotted Theo
standing there, stalked over to him, and screamed "You damned Goulds are a
fucking pain in my goddamned, motherfucking ass,” before delivering a fist to
the jaw, dropping Theo to the mat. The former faction members, knowing that
discretion was the better part of valor, exited the ring, leaving it to a
pissed-off Executioner and his chosen target.
The Executioner picked a stunned Theo up, inverted him,
and dropped him down with a pile driver.
He then pulled Theo back to his wobbly feet and rebounded him off the
ropes before delivering a lariat which flipped Theo onto the mat. Still not satisfied, he kicked Theo in the
nuts twice, pulled him to his feet, and repeated the pile driver. The Executioner then sat on his chest and
screamed at the unconscious Theo. “You
are a worthless piece of crap. You and
your brother are fucking obstacles that need to be eliminated and I’m going to
do that.” Looking up at the crowd he
yelled "And then I'm coming after your favorites." He proceeded to gently slap Theo's face until
he was somewhat awake, drug him to his knees, and then delivered a right fist
to the jaw putting Theo down and out.
He exited the ring, grabbed a mike, and screamed into it,
"This isn't over, not by a long shot.
Loser, Wiley, you two are at the top of my list. And anyone else who
gets in my way will be next on that list."
He then stormed out of the Arena, leaving the fans to wonder what was
going to happen next.
Theo lay unaided in the middle of the ring until he awakened
to a nearly empty arena and was able to exit under his own power. He didn’t realize, yet, that he was now all
along in the league.
Wiley walked the two miles home in his thong with his
head held high and ignoring the taunts, insults, and jeers directed toward him
as he continued to swirl the purloined singlet in his hand while holding the
leash in the other. As he approached the
front door of his condo, he pulled up the For Sale sign and flung it
into the bushes. He keyed in his code,
and to his surprise the door opened.
They had left the condo furnished while trying to sell it so Loser was
good. He sat down on the couch and began
plotting some no-mercy beatdowns as well as starting to reclaim his life.
Later that day, a picture of The Executioner’s singlet
nailed to a board with his name under them appeared on a blog labeled
"Loser Destroys UWA". Blank
spaces were labeled Adam, Byron, Ash, Wiley, Theo, and several spaces with
question marks.
Below the picture, the blog simply stated:
Retribution
Has Just
Begun
What a twist! I wonder if Loser will live up to his name!
ReplyDeleteWith Marshall/Loser you never know what the situation is going to be. I honestly thought he was going to "disappear" from the wrestling scene BUT once again I was was proven wrong.
Deletevery clever scheduling to have this go live 90 (+1) days after the previous chapter! I am excited to see what form this retribution takes... it seems like you were correct in your prediction that Marshall/Loser has a way of sticking with you. I'm impressed by his resilience in not breaking after 3 months, but won't he want his name changed back? Theo is a marked man...
ReplyDelete(spoiler alert) Yes, he will be changing his name back just to piss off dear old Dad. If Marshall/Loser has anything to say about it, there are several people he wants revenge on and then some people he wants REVENGE on. It will be interesting to see how that plays out.
DeleteAny chance Marshall will be crossing over to other leagues? Would love to see him take on guys in the arena, maybe a fellow bodybuilder or even a jacked up cumface.
ReplyDeleteNo plans for Marshall to cross over at this time. His plate is very full with UWA wrestlers who deserve his "attention".
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