Spike-Patriot vs B&B

 

[Spike and Patriot are from the Campground and B&B are regulars in the Redneck Arena.]

Spike & Patriot vs B&B

By

Mangler

"And now entering our ring for the first time in six months, we have B&B, Brad, and Barry, also known as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb."

The cage door opened and the twins walked into the alleyway leading down to the ring both displaying double middle fingers to the announcer, who just blew a kiss and finger waved back.  They stood at 5’8” and 160 pounds of thin hard muscle. Today they were dressed in dark red wrestling singlets with “Anarchy Rules” spelled across them in flaming letters.  They also wore black knee pads and wrestling boots.

This was their first appearance back in the Redneck Arena after their suspension for the actions against Taylor, the ref (see B vs B).  During that time, they had spent more time in the gym and had put on 10 pounds of muscle.  While they had not been wrestling in the Arena, they had been wrestling in other leagues to keep in practice.  However, they had not enjoyed it as much due to the lack of opportunity for mischief and mayhem like in the Arena.

As they sauntered down toward the ring, they oozed cockiness and arrogance.  They stopped at the point the entryway entered into the fenced area 6 feet around the ring.  They both went into double bicep poses to much cheers and applause from the audience.

"Your boys are going down," Brad taunted the group of fans here to support their opponents.  Had they been more familiar with the group from The Campground they would have realized that two people were conspicuous by their absence.

Immediately after making this announcement, Brad and Barry were catapulted toward the ring by simultaneous dropkicks to their back.  The force of the blows sent them abs first into the ring edge, causing them to double over towards the bottom rope.  They did not have much time to react before being grabbed by the hair, spun around, having their heads trapped in side headlocks, and then meeting the arena floor head first as they were the recipients of double DDTs.

They were then pulled into camel clutches and had one side of their mouths caught in a fish hook.  Their two attackers sat on their backs stretching them out while posing with single biceps poses.

"And their opponents for tonight, Spike and The Patriot."  As each of their names was called, the wrestler dropped his pose and waved at the crowd before placing the hand back to their victims' faces and doing a full fish hook.

Sitting on Brad’s back was your typical frat boy.  He exuded preppiness and sexiness.  When standing he was 5’ 4” tall and weighed in at 130 pounds.  He was classically handsome with a 1000-watt smile.  He was dressed in an American Flag pair of trunks with blue kneepads and blue wrestling shoes.  He was known as Spike and was small but devious, probably more so than B&B.

Next to him, sitting on Barry's back, was The Patriot.  He stood at 5'5" tall and weighed 125 pounds.  He had a classic swimmer's build, short blonde hair, and a radiant smile.  He was also dressed in American Flag trunks, but his knee pads and boots were red.

They released the Boston Crabs at the same time, delivered a forearm smash across the back of the head, and then stood up.  As they stood, they grabbed a handful of hair and pulled their opponents to their feet with them facing the crowd.  Spike turned right, while Patriot turned left, and slammed their wrestlers head first into the corner ring posts.  As B & B staggered back, they were grabbed, lifted, inverted, and the recipient of a pile driver.  The crowd was going wild with shock but approval.

Spike pulled Brad back to the ring post, pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his boots, and handcuffed Brad's hands around the ring post.  While he was involved in the action, Patriot had picked Barry up, slammed his back into the ring post, and then slid him under the bottom rope and into the ring.

While this action had been going on, Jake, who was the ref for this match was trying to get into the cage.  However, he was blocked by a mountain of a man who was 6’7”, and he looked to weigh about 400 pounds.  And all of it was muscles and more muscles.  He was bald but had a Vandyke beard. He looked to be about 30 years old.

He was wearing a leather thong and leather boots.  He was tattooed from the neck down with almost no skin left uninked.  He had a large ring piercing his septum similar to what you would see on a bull, his tits stood out from his chest about 1 ½ inches and had large rings in them.  A chain connected the two tits and another chain extended from the middle of that chain down to a large prince albert and an umbilical piercing.  His cock, which was large, had a large prince albert inserted which was locked to a naval ring.  Along the cock was a tattoo that read CHOIRBOY'S.  The look on his face was murderous.

Standing next to him was a man in his 40s with what many would call a "dad's body". He stood 6' and weighed in at 250 pounds.  His body was best described as thick, as it was obvious that he worked out, but wasn't interested in being "cut and well defined." He was wearing a pair of Speedos, which were two sizes too small, emblazoned with the British flag which clearly showed his caged cock and balls.

As Jake rushed toward the door, the mountain, also known as Bully, asked “Just where the fuck do you think you are going?”

Jake paused and said, "Err, I'm the ref for this match so I'm…."

The older wrestler known at Wrestledaddy said “Change of plans, asswipe.  There isn’t going to be any ref for this match.”

“But all Arena matches have a ref….” Jake began until Bully took a step toward him, forming his hand into a fist.

“Not this one,” he intoned as he brought his fist up.

"Yeah, err, sure, sure no problem," Jake said as he backed up.  It wasn't worth getting into an altercation with these two.

“Get into the cage and do your damned job,” The commissioner screamed.

"Fuck you.  I ain't getting beat up for you,"  Jake replied as he walked back toward the dressing room, never taking his eyes off Bully.

“You’ll pay for this,” the commissioner screamed, although silently he was very pleased with this turn of events.

While Bully had been intimidating Jake, Wrestledaddy had placed two locks on the cage door to slow down anyone else who might try to get in.  Having accomplished their goal, Bully and Wrestledaddy ejected two fans from their seats near the door so they could protect it.

In the ring, Patriot began a series of stomps into Barry’s abs.  When he was joined by Spike, they began to deliver alternating knee drops into the abs, relishing as they felt them softening up.  Next, they pulled Barry to his feet, flung him into the ring ropes and when he rebounded, Spike delivered a kick into the abs bending him over, while Patriot grabbed the head and bulldogged him down to the mat. 

Spike immediately placed a Boston crab on Barry and was shortly joined by the Patriot who applied a camel clutch.  Barry was raised into the air and a rocking motion was applied.  Just before releasing the hold, Spike released one leg and slammed a fist into the balls.  They both then dropped Barry to the mat.

As soon as he hit the mat, the two wrestlers turned and began a series of knee drops into the lower back.  Patriot grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Barry to his feet, lifted him up, and dropped him down into a double backbreaker over his and Spike's knee.  They held him there while pushing down at the head and the thighs.

Spike then lifted Barry up and dropped him back down again into the backbreaker.  He was then rolled off the knees and face down on the mat.  Spike and Patriot conferred for a brief moment before moving on to their next target.  Barry was pulled to his feet; Spike took the right arm and bent it behind his back while Patriot did the left.  Once both arms were in position, they lifted Barry up into the air using only his wrist and forearm.  This put tremendous pressure on the shoulder and Barry screamed.  They bounced him up and down for about 30 seconds before sitting him back on the mat.

Spike then lifted him up and inverted him.  Patriot was side to side next to Spike and Barry was then positioned between in an inverted position with his arms trapped behind his back.  The two wrestlers then dropped down, slamming Barry’s shoulders into their outstretched knee with a unique variation on the double shoulder breaker.  The crowd cheered its approval. 

Outside the ring, Brad had been making futile attempts to get free and had been hollering in encouragement and suggestions to Barry.

“What make are they,” Marauder #1 called from the audience.

“Brad, what make are they,” he repeated.

“What??” Brad asked looking around confused.

“What make are the handcuffs?”

It took Brad a moment to realize what Marauder was asking but when he figured it out he looked down at the cuffs and noted the name etched into the metal.

“Mr. S,” he shouted.   Marauder #1 turned to the crowd to see if anyone had keys for the Mr. S handcuffs.  Several people offered theirs up.

A few seconds later, Brad saw Marauder #1 place something on the floor inside the cage.  He then slipped his hand through the fence with some difficulty.   He placed his fingers next to the object and flicked his fingers causing the object to slide across the floor toward the ring.  However, it didn’t get all the way there.

Brad lay on his belly and put his feet backward until Marauder #1 told him to slowly pull his feet forward.  Brad did and was able to get the handcuff key up to the ring post. By twisting and turning his hands, he was able to pick up the key and unlock one of the cuffs.  He looked into the ring and seeing Barry get manhandled almost jumped straight in.  But he knew he was going to have to be smarter than that.  He unlocked the other cuff until he was free.  He placed the cuffs under the ring and dropped the key inside his trunks and jockstrap.

“You cheating ass worthless pieces of shit.  Afraid to face us one on one.  Come on Barry you got this. You can take these two worthless losers.

“Words aren’t going to do a lot for your brother.”  Spike turned back to the action in the ring.  As Spike and the Patriot set Barry up for a double suplex, Brad saw his opportunity and slid under the ropes and into the ring getting up to his knees.

Just as Spike and Patriot grabbed onto Barry’s trunks to lift him up and drop him backward,  Brad sent a pump handle between each of their legs, slamming the balls up into the pelvic bone and sending pain shooting up the body.  They screamed, dropped Brad back to his feet and both scrunched over holding their nuts.  Barry fell to the mat.  Brad repeated the pump handle and then was up in an instant, grabbed Patriot from behind, lifted him up, and delivered a reverse atomic drop, forcing the nuts into the pelvic bone again.  Patriot gagged with the pain and tried to catch his breath.

Not giving Patriot any moment to recover, he lifted him high in the air and brought him down crotch first onto the top rope.  Patriot had now sustained three hard blows to his nuts and was nauseous and seeing stars.   Patriot grabbed at the rope to try and steady himself, but Brad grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled Patriot into the ring.   He dropped like a stone onto the mat.

Brad turned to see that Spike was starting to stand back up, so he charged across the ring, jumped, and delivered a knee into Spike's chest knocking him backward where he rebounded off the ropes.  As he came back into the ring, Brad hit him with a punch to the jaw, stunning Spike and dropping him to the mat.  A loud cheer was heard from the audience. 

Brad rolled out of the ring and onto the arena floor.  He went over to where Patriot was still laying on the mat, reached under the ring ropes, and grabbed each ankle pulling them on opposite sides of the ring post.

“Bust those Balls, Bust those Balls…” came the chant from the crowd.

Brad dropped backward pulling Patriot’s nuts directly into the ring post, getting a loud scream.  He pushed Patriot back into the ring and did this twice more.  Patriot’s nuts felt like they had been pancaked and he was in a world of hurt.  Brad reached under the ring, pulled out the handcuffs, and used them to bind Patriots ankles around the ring post.

Brad jumped back into the ring and screamed to the crowd “One asshole down and out and one to go.”  He then stomped twice into Patriot’s abs before turning into the ring and going over to Spike.  Barry had regained some sense and had rolled under the ring ropes and lay on the edge of the ring.

Brad came up behind Spike who was moaning and starting to move.  He gave a kick between the legs and into the balls, before dropping down on the back, pulling the arms over his knees, locking his hands under the chin, and then pulling back.  He had the perfect camel clutch.  Imitating Spike and Patriot from before, he gave the crowd a one-arm biceps pose, before cranking the pain back on the clutch.

Brad dropped the clutch, spun around on Spike's back, grabbed the ankles, bent the legs, and pulled back putting his opponent into a Boston crab.  He then dropped one leg and used his free hand to clamp a ball claw onto Spike’s junk.  While squeezing as hard as he could, he also twisted and yanked sending Spike into spasms of pain.

Spike was able to reach up and grab the rope and then screamed, “Let go, I’m in the ropes.”

Brad laughed. “So, when the ref tells me to break it, I will.”  He then squeezed harder, before releasing the claw and slamming a fist into the nuts.  He held the clutch for a couple of minutes before dropping it and slipping out of the ring.  He reached in and grabbed Spike’s right arm and pulled him towards the ring corner where he pulled the arm out of the ring and began slamming the bicep on the ring post.  He continued this until Spike slid under the ropes and dropped to the floor trying to get some relief.

Brad responded by kicking into the armpit twice, dropping the arm, pulling Spike up, trapping the right arm behind the back, and delivering a body slam with Spike landing on his arm.  He repeated the move twice.  He then pulled Spike to his shaky feet, trapped the arm behind his back, grabbed some hair, and then charged Spike shoulder first into the ring post.  He repeated this at each ring post until he had done a circuit around the ring. 

He then dropped Spike to the floor where he lay moaning and massaging his right arm.  Brad forced him to his back, spread the right arm out to the side, and began a series of knee drops into the bicep.  He then slid to one side and pulled the arm away from the body as much as he could.  Once Brad had him in position, Barry leaped from the top rope slamming his knee into the biceps.

Spike howled in pain and jerked so much that he pulled the arm out of Brad’s grip. Brad and Barry did a quick high-five before pulling Spike to his feet.  Barry grabbed the right arm, twisted it behind Spike's back, and lifted up forcing Spike to go to his toes.  He was then walked over and pressed against the fence where fans reached through and fondled and poked at various parts of his body.  Barry dropped the arm and then lifted Spike into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. He placed one hand over Spike’s mouth, while with the other he grabbed Spike’s crotch where he began to squeeze.

Brad rolled back in the ring and screamed “Look, I’m Jake the loser ref,” he yelled at the crowd.  The crowd laughed and cheered.  Jake, watching from the crowd, did not.  Brad  then turned toward Barry, “Hey, keep the action in the ring.”

Barry just shot him the bird and continued with the backbreaker.

“Don’t make me start to count,” Brad screamed.  He then began his count “one……………… ………………………two…..”  Each count lasted about 10 seconds.  The crowd erupted in wild laughter. 

“Hey, hey, what are you doing in the ring,” he then yelled at a downed and cuffed Patriot. 

"You need to get out of the ring."  As he said this he walked over to Patriot's side of the ring and delivered a series of stomps into the abs, followed by a series of knees and finally an abdominal claw.  Patriot tried to pull himself free of the claw without success.

Brad then yelled "Three…." as he looked back toward Barry.  Suddenly Brad let out a strangled cry as the Patriot had given up trying to pry off Brad's hand, instead, he had grabbed a handful of balls with his own claw.  Brad quickly broke the hold by slamming a fist down into Patriot's much-abused package. 

"I said you need to get out of the ring," Brad yelled as he slipped out of the ring, grabbed Patriot's ankles, and yanked him, again, crotch-first into the ring post.  He did it a second time while continuing to yell, "Get out of the ring."

He finally reached in, grabbed Patriot by the arm, and pulled him out of the ring.  As his feet were cuffed, they held against the ring post, and his upper body dropped down.  He was essentially in a tree of woe and Brad took advantage by kicking and stomping into the abs and pecs.

Across the ring, Barry had rolled Spike, back under the ring ropes, pulled him to the center of the ring, and locked on a Boston Crab.  Brad delivered a final kick to Patriot, reentered the ring, sat back-to-back with Barry, and locked on a camel clutch imitating the hold that had been placed on Barry earlier.  They both then stood stretching Spike out in the hold.  Brad made sure that his hands were firmly under the chin, forcing Spike's mouth closed so that he couldn't submit.   Not that it would have made any difference.

They finally dropped Spike to the mat and rolled him to his stomach.  Barry sat at the feet, grabbed each ankle, put his foot into Spike's crotch, and began to pull, applying pressure.  Brad sat down on Spike's face and locked on a double pec claw. He would occasionally release one claw and deliver a couple of fists into the corresponding pec.

With the pec claws still locked in, Barry released the feet, sat up, grabbed the top of Spike's trunks, and yanked them off, leaving him in just his jock.  He took the trunks, left the ring, and tied them over Patriot's face before slamming a chop down into the nuts.

Brad released his pec claw, pulled Spike to his feet, and locked on an abdominal stretch.  He made sure he was near the ropes so that he could use the top rope for extra pressure.  Barry came back into the ring and began sparring practice, using Spike's abs as his punching bag.

Patriot was trying to do a sit-up so that he could get out of the position he was in.  The problem was that once he was up, there was nothing to grab onto to help pull him up and his screaming abs and balls didn’t help.  The trunks over his face didn’t help, either. 

Summoning up all his strength, he did another sit-up, causing his abs and balls to scream obscenities at him.  This time, once he was up, he jerked forward and was able to grab onto the bottom rope with one hand.  He was then able to grab the other rope and finally pull himself up so that he was sitting on the ring apron.  He managed to remove the trunks so that he could see what was happening to Spike.  Laying to his side and scooting under the ring ropes he was able to reach Brad and bit him on the calf, causing Brad to drop the abdominal stretch and drop Spike to the mat.

Brad turned toward the Patriot and began to rain stomps down on his abs.  Patriot was able to hook his arm around the ankle not stomping down and when the next stomp came down, he grabbed that leg and jerked hard throwing Brad off balance.  Brad fell forward and slammed his head into the ring post dazing himself.  He grabbed the top ropes with both hands trying to regain his equilibrium, but Patriot took the opportunity to slam a fist into his balls, twice, forcing the air out and dropping him to his knees.  Patriot took the opportunity to pull Brad so that he was sitting in his lap and scooted forward trapping Brad between the ring post and Patriot's chest.  He then wrapped his hands around the head and grabbed the opposing ring rope.  He had locked Brad into a rope-assisted sleeper hold.

Barry was so focused on Spike, that he was not following what was happening in the corner.  He pulled Spike from the mat, lifted him into the air, and dropped him down across his knee in an ab buster.  He pulled him back up and did it again before dropping him to the mat.  By this time, Brad had succumbed to the sleeper and was out of action.

Looking around, Barry realized that Brad was out and decided that going into the corner to try and free him probably wasn't a good idea, instead he decided to focus on Spike.  Meanwhile, Patriot wanted to further take Brad out of action, so he reached around, untied Brad's trunks, and then retied them around the section of the turnbuckle that attached to the ring post.  He made sure to knot them tight enough that Brad couldn’t simply slip out of his trunks to get free.

When Brad dropped the abdominal stretch, Barry had begun a barrage of knees and stomps to the abs.  He then pulled Spike to his knees, kneeled down behind him, and locked on a sleeper hold.  Before Spike completely succumbed to the sleeper, Barry released it, pulled an almost dead-weight Spike to his feet and toss him over his shoulder, and carried him to the ropes.  Once there, he placed Spike on the ring apron facing the audience.  He then trapped Spike's arms in between the first and second ropes.

Having immobilized Spike in the ring ropes, ref Tim style, Barry then re-entered the ring and went over to the corner where Patriot had Brad immobilized.  Patriot had locked his arms around Brad and the ring ropes making it difficult for Barry to pull him free.  Barry responded by delivering a series of kicks and forearms to the back of Patriot’s head until he had to release his hands to try and protect himself.

Barry then grabbed a handful of hair and slammed Patriot's head to the ring floor.  He slipped out of the ring, reached under the ropes, grabbed one of Patriot's arms, and yanked him under the ropes, dropping his trunk down and placing him back into the tree of woe.  He delivered a series of stomps to the abs and pecs winding Patriot.

Barry then stepped close to the ring post and began trying to unknot Brad’s trunks.  While this was taking some time, Patriot managed to recover somewhat and punched up into Barry’s balls.  Unfortunately, the blow didn’t have a lot of strength so it only managed to enraged Barry who delivered another series of stomps.  Spying Spike’s discarded trunks, Barry grabbed them and, after forcing Patriot’s arms behind the ring post and inserting them into a leg hole on the trunks, pulled the trunks up the arms and then tied the pull strings as tight as he could.  Patriot was now also immobilized.

Barry managed to free Brad’s trunks and after entering the ring, he pulled Brad to the center of the ring where he then woke him from his sleeper.  Brad came up swinging and managed to clock Barry by the side of the head who responded by saying "Hey, watch the fuck out, you moron," before using an open hand to slap Brad in the nuts.  That brought Brad fully awake and he sat up and surveyed the ring realizing that both their opponents were immobilized.

He slowly got to his feet and went into fake referee mode.  “You guys need to get back into the ring, now,” he said to Spike and Patriot.  When they didn’t obey that command Brad said, “Okay you have to the count of ten.   Onetwothreefourfivesixseverneightnineten.”  He then signaled for the bell, which the announcer rang. 

Brad grabbed Barry by the hand and lifted his arms into the air.  The announcer intoned "And your winners by dent of superior wrestling, devious shortcuts, and uncompromising brutality are the one and only B&B.”  The crowd went wild with cheers and applause.

Brad and Barry both looked over to the ring door and noted that Bully and Wrestledaddy had been surrounded by wrestlers and fans loyal to them, stopping anyone from interfering.  Barry walked over to the fence where one of his friends passed something through the fence.  In the meantime, Brad had gotten on the ring apron, stripped Spike of his jockstrap, and had begun to give him a hand job, so that Spike regained consciousness joyfully until he fully realized what was happening.

“We aren’t all bad, dude.  Giving you a happy ending,” Brad intoned.

Spike began mouthing off and trying to dislodge himself from the ropes, which Brad simply ignored.  Brad reached over and began to suck and nibble on Spike’s tit until Spike was lost in the throws of ecstasy and before he knew it, he was cumming buckets of cum.  He finally sagged down into the ropes, spent from the beating in the ring and the ejaculation.

Brad hopped up on the ring apron and began smearing Spike’s cum all over his genitals. Once he had them coated, he began to force Spike’s balls, one at a time, through a small cock ring.  It was necessary to flatten the balls somewhat causing some pain to him.  The ring was hinged and could have been applied that way, but Barry was out for maximum discomfort. Once both balls were through the ring, the deflated cock was passed through as well.  Next, Spike's cock was passed into a tube almost too small for the size of the cock.  The tube was attached to the cockring via an s screw.  A latticed piece was then inserted over the cockhead and it was also locked into position.  Next, a solid metal scrotum sac was closed over the balls. The size was such that the balls were under mild pressure.  This was then locked closed and attached to the cock ring.  Spike's junk was now encased in Steelwerk’s Full Metal Jacket and his balls were under pressure.  Spike had moaned and struggled throughout the process to no avail.

Brad laughed and said, "Damned bro, you should have gotten the tube with spikes on the inside in honor of Spike here."

“Coulda, woulda, shouda, bro, coulda, woulda, shouda,” Barry replied.

Brad and Barry showed off the trapped genitals to the crowd.  Barry then pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened a bottle.  He showed it to the crowd and it said "gorilla super glue."  The crowd went ecstatic, screaming, yelling, and laughing at the inventiveness of B&B.  Barry placed the glue over and into each locking S screw.  This wasn’t just slipping off or simply being screwed open.  

Barry leaned in and whispered to Spike,  “Gotta give you credit.  You two had a good plan, but you forgot whose house you were in and that we also had friends looking out for us.”

Spike was released from his rope bondage, drug into the middle of the ring, and placed in a full nelson.  Barry then slowly turned around giving all the fans an opportunity to look and the caged cock and balls. He then sleepered Spike out.

While Barry was showing off the newly chastised Spike, Brad had gone around to Patriot, who could not see what was happening in the ring although judging by the crowd’s reaction wasn’t good.  Brad pulled down the trunks and jockstrap and began giving him a hand job.  Just as he got to the point of cumming, Brad slammed a fist into the balls, interrupting the ejaculation, and causing Patriot to scream as well.  He then watched and begged them not to, as Barry and Brad inserted him into a Full Metal Jacket and sealed it closed.  They then got some scissors and cut the trunks and jock off of Patriot.  After accomplishing this, they turned and exited the cage. Their friends had relieved Bully and Wrestledaddy of the keys to the door locks and had opened them.  Once Brad and Barry had exited they relocked the door and threw the keys up into the crowd.  They then exited to the locker room accompanied by Marauder #1 who they usually called “boy”.

“Where the fuck were you?” Brad screamed as he pushed Marauder against the locker room wall.

“I was right there….” he started before Brad grabbed a handful of balls and began squeezing.

"Well, why didn't you stop the locking of the door?"

“I wasn’t aware what was going on until it was too late, then they had the door well-guarded.”

“You should have challenged them and gotten them out of the way.”

“I would have gotten my ass beat.”

Brad squeezed harder and screamed, “So, fucking what?  That is your job.  We’ll figure out your punishment later.”

“But, but, I did get you the key to the handcuff.”

“Yeah but not before Barry got the shit beat out of him.”

“I ….”

“Oh, just shut the fuck up.  We’ll deal with this later.”  He gave one final squeeze and then dropped the balls.

Back in the arena, Bully, Wrestledaddy, and the crowd had to watch as security worked to get into the cage.  Spike had managed to regain his senses and look around.   He noticed the chastity device around his junk and gave a little whine.  He began to look for Patriot and seeing the position that Patriot was in, he went over, untied his hands, and lifted him up onto the ring apron stopping the flow of blood to his head.

"Hey, nice jewelry you got there.  You should keep it full-time.  Oh wait, you are," screamed Choirboy who then busted out in the biggest laugh.  Spike simply gave him the bird and set contemplating how to get out of his new found "jewelry."

After trying for 45 minutes to figure out how to get the locks off, security decided to simply use wire cutters and cut the fencing in the door frame.  Once inside they used the bolt cutters to separate the two handcuffs which remained attached to the boots.  Once free, Spike and Patriot did the Arena walk of shame back to their dressing room where they found that all of their clothes had been stolen.  Their wallets and keys were left in place, although the wallets were devoid of any cash. 

They exited the building wearing a pair of towels wrapped around their waists.  Towels that were quickly ripped away by the surrounding crowd forcing them to walk naked out to the van where Bully and Wrestledaddy were waiting.  While photography wasn’t allowed in the Arena, there were definitely photos taken in the parking lot along with a lot of verbal abuse and catcalls.  About halfway to the van, Choirboy made an appearance with a bundle of clothes in his hand. 

“I think you boys lost these,”  he laughed.

"Of course, your junk is covered, so I don't think you'll need these."  He dropped the clothes on the asphalt and dropped a match on them and they lit up in tall flames.  Obviously, they had been soaked in something.  He just cackled as he walked away.  As much as Spike and the Patriot wanted to go after him, they knew they were in no shape to do it tonight but marked him for retribution later.  They continued on to the van where Bully and Wrestledaddy were waiting.  They had attempted to be at the stage door, but supporters of B&B forced them back to the van.

“Okay, you two did your job, but we didn’t expect someone to give them keys to the handcuffs.  Next time we will be better prepared.”  They crawled into the van and drove away.

On Twitter and Instagram, the duo became known as metal locked wrestlers.  And they trended for quite some time. It was close to 6 weeks before someone was able to figure out a way to get them out of the Full Metal Jacket, although if truth be known, the “experts” didn’t try really hard.

[photos of the chastity devices, except that Spike and Patriot’s had no room left in the cage even when soft.]