Wiley vs The Executioner

 

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 90^th 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