Frederik vs Ash

 

[This is a prequel story.  It takes place between Theo’s Debut and The Gould Twins Take Control]

Frederik vs Ash

By

The Mangler

Ash exited the ring and walked toward the dressing room.  He got some applause from the audience because they appreciated that when he reffed a match he was fair, but not a stickler for every little rule violation. 

As soon as he walked into the ref’s dressing room he was verbally assaulted by Frederik with “And what the fuck do you call that?”

“Call what,” was the response even though Ash knew what was coming.

“Whatever the hell it was you were doing in the ring.”

“Oh, you mean refereeing?  I can see how you wouldn’t understand that as you can’t do it worth a shit.”

Frederik stepped forward and pushed Ash against the set of steel lockers.

“Listen, fuckface.  I am the chief ref around here so you will show me some respect.  And if that was reffing it was a very piss poor job of it.  You maintained almost no control over that match.  You made all the refs look bad.”

Ash pushed back against Frederik and screamed “Get out of my face asswipe.  I did a fine job of reffing.  You have to let those two wrestlers have some leeway.  Why do you think the audience gave me some applause as I left? ”

“Touch me again and I’m going to suspend your ass.  You aren’t here to get applause.  You are here to enforce the rules.  Ref that poorly again and I’m firing your ass.”

“There you go again, trying to throw around your ‘chief ref’ status.  You only got that position because you’re a first-class ass kisser and brown noser, Freddy boy.”

“I got it because I know what I’m doing.  And I do have the right to fire you for poor performance.  And, dammit, don’t call me Freddy, it is Frederik”

“You’re just threatened by my popularity and my ability to run a match, while you know shit about modern wrestling,  Fred-er-ik.”  The name was said with much sarcasm and abuse as he could.

“I have you know that I wrestled while you were still in diapers before I became a ref.  I am better than you at reffing and wrestling and  I could quite handily beat your ass in a wrestling match.”

"Put your ass where your mouth is then.  You and me in a pro bout and you can name the ref so you get someone you like.  If you win, I’ll resign and get the hell out of here.  If I win, you resign as chief ref, back off the macho shit, leave me and the other refs alone, and do whatever the next chief ref tells you to.”

“Sounds great, but the league would never allow that in their ring.”

“Fine, we both belong to the Wrestler’s gym so we’ll do it down there.  As you know, they have both boxing and wrestling rings, and the audience watching me beat your fucking worthless ass will be small so your humiliation would be less, unfortunately.”

Extremely confident in his abilities, Frederik replied “You’re on.  And if either wrestler doesn’t show, it is a $5,000 donation to the gym.  Wouldn’t want you chickening out.” 

“Make it $10,000 and you got a deal,” Ash replied.  He wanted to make damned sure Frederik showed up.

"Done,"  Frederik said as he extended his hand for a fist bump.  Ash complied and Frederik turned and strutted out of the locker room with a large smile on his face. 

“Just make sure you beat him, Ash,” one of the other refs encouraged to the overwhelming agreement of the other people in the room.  Frederik was an arrogant, opinionated asshole who wasn’t as good at anything as he thought he was and had few friends in the league.

“Oh, don’t worry I am going to beat Fred-er-prik's ass.”  Laughter erupted from the assembled gang.

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“Frederik’s not here yet?” Ash asked as he walked, accompanied by two of his friends, into the gym.  It was about thirty minutes until Frederik and Ash were supposed to start the match.  Several of the league’s other refs and a couple of wrestlers were already there waiting to see the action go down.

“He’s here and he’s in back doing some sparring,” was the reply.

“Didn’t know he boxed,” Ash replied.

“Well, as with everything else he does, he’s not as good as he thinks he is, but he does.”

Ash walked over to his two friends and the three of them huddled up and whispered among themselves before heading toward the back room where the boxing ring was.  As they broke their huddle they all laughed.  A couple of the onlookers, sensing something was up, followed them.

Ash paused in the doorway observing as Frederik, dancing around the ring, crossed his feet, stumbled, and threw a very ineffective punch.  He struggled to recover from the move.

“You need to watch your footwork so that…” Freddy’s partner/trainer began.

“I know what I’m doing, so don’t interrupt,” Freddy interrupted as he dodged a jab from his partner by stepping back while counter-throwing a punch.  Again, it was awkward and he lost his balance.

Ash just shook his head.  Freddie’s footwork was clumsy and he didn’t “float” around the ring but more like gamboled.  His punches were wild and uncontrolled.  His sparring partner rolled his eyes as a look of exasperation crossed his face.

“Ahh, the piss poor ref is consistent as he is also a piss poor boxer,” Ash yelled into the ring as he walked fully through the doorway.

Frederik stopped and turned toward him.  His trainer pulled a punch he had just thrown and looked at Freddy with anger.

“Hey, asswipe.  Surprised you showed up.  I’m better than you at this as well as wrestling.  You’re going to be so sorry you actually showed up.”

“Sometimes you are gonna have to put your gloves where your mouth is,” Ash challenged.

“We’ve got a few minutes before I beat your ass in the ring, so why don’t we have a go before our wrestling match.  It'll allow me to soften you up.”

Ash, just laughed.  “I’d love to but I didn't bring my gear with me.”

“Convenient, makes it easier for you to chicken out already.”

“You can borrow some gloves,” said Gabe who was Frederik’s sparring partner.  

“Great, looks like you’re on, Freddy boy.”  Before Frederik could say anything about the shortening of his name Ash added “Sorry, Fred-er-ik boy.  But you soften me up?  Hardly likely.  Are we gonna use a ref?”

“Of course, we need a ref.  Someone to help keep you outta trouble.  I’m sure Gabe here would be willing.  He has done some boxing reffing before,” Frederik offered as he looked at Gabe who had exited the ring and was standing beside Ash.

“Hey, Gabe, nice to meet you,” Ash said as he offered his hand.  “I’ve seen you around the gym, of course, but have never been formally introduced.  Would you be willing to ref?”

“Sure, not a problem,” Gabe replied after a confused look before a small smile appeared on his lips and he reached out to shake Ash’s offered hand.  Gabe turned as one of the onlookers helped him off with his gloves.  Gabe then went and grabbed some gloves off a nearby table and walked back to help Ash put them on.   

As he approached Ash, Gabe gave him a wink that only Ash could see because although Ash and Frederik used the same gym, Frederik was unaware that Ash had been working on improving his boxing skills for the better part of two years and was getting fairly good and that Gabe was his coach.  

Ash had already removed his shirt and he was already wearing baggy shorts and tennis shoes and didn’t need formal boxing wear for this.  Gabe began helping don the gloves for Ash when Ash noted that Gabe was giving him 10-ounce fighting gloves while Frederik was wearing 14 oz sparring gloves.  Frederik was oblivious to the obvious differences.  While Gabe helped Ash on with his gloves there was a smirk on his face.

Ash stood at 5’8 and 170 pounds and was in shape, but not overly muscled.  He had a tribal tattoo on one arm and a tat that said believe on the other arm. 

Frederik danced around in the ring as he waited.  He was wearing protective headgear, a pair of standard black boxing shorts, and black shoes.  He was about 15 years older than Ash, stood 2 inches taller, and was about 10 pounds heavier.  He was obviously muscular and in shape but not super cut.  

While Ash had been changing, several more people had wandered into the room, including a couple of Frederik’s and Ash’s colleagues, to see what was happening.  There was now a crowd of about 10 people.

Ash crawled through the ropes and into the ring, went to a corner, and began bouncing on his feet and banging his gloves together while staring at his opponent.  He noted that Frederik was covered with a nice sheen of sweat and was taking deep breaths.

“Going to get your head gear?” Frederik asked.

"Nah, only pussies wear headgear for sparring,” he smirked.

Taking the taunt to heart, Frederik pulled his headgear off and tossed it out of the ring.  Both boxers put in their mouthguards and began dancing around as Gabe went over the rules.

As soon as Gabe finished, the two boxers began to dance around the ring and each other and throw punches which by and large didn’t do any damage.  Frederik managed to score a couple of direct blows pushing Ash back.  Frederik managed a blow to the jaw that seemed to stun Ash.  Trying to take advantage, Frederik charged in with a flurry of punches and jabs, but Ash managed to block or avoid most of those by increasing his movement around the ring so naturally Frederik had to keep up.  Fredrik slipped several times because of poor foot placement.

After about 5 minutes, Ash noted that Frederik was tiring and getting even sloppier with his footwork, with his punches, and with his defenses and decided it was time to end this. He quickly nodded at his two friends who moved closer to the ring at one of the corners.  Gabe noticed the nod and the movement but did or said nothing other than observe.

Ash threw some ineffectual jabbing punches as he danced around the ring.  His footwork and his movements were measured and precise.  Once he had Frederik with his back to the corner where his friends were hanging out, he threw a quick right jab under Frederik’s raised hands, drilling into the abdomen near the belly button.  He followed this was a left jab into the same area.

A loud “oomph” could be heard along with a release of air and some spittle as the punches were definitely felt by Frederik. They had slightly winded him so he began to back away, seeking safety.  Ash continued to throw punches, to keep Frederik corralled, as he advanced and Frederik retreated until he had him backed into the corner.

“Okay break the action and step back,” Gabe said as he stood slightly beside Ash putting his hand between the two boxers.

“Sure, sure, clean break,” Ash replied as he relaxed his hands and took a partial step backward.  Seeing that Ash was giving him a clean break, Frederik relaxed his guarded stance. 

As soon as he did, Ash stepped forward and delivered a powerful right punch into Frederik’s balls, unprotected by a cup as Frederik had only planned on sparring with Gabe.  When the blow hit home, his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as the air was further expelled from his lungs.  He screamed and dropped his gloved hands reaching for his crotch.

As soon as his hands went down, Ash followed up with a haymaker to the jaw stunning Frederik.

Gabe had noticed that Ash’s two friends had climbed onto the ring apron as Frederik was being pushed back into the corner.  As soon as Ash delivered the punch to the jaw, each of the friends stepped forward, reached over the top rope, grabbed one of Frederik's wrists, pulled his hands up and over the top rope, and then dropped to the gym floor where they forced the fingers of one hand between the wrists and the gloves and then pulled down, trapping Frederik’s hands.  They slid their free hands under the ropes, wrapped their arms around Frederik's boots, and pulled outward separating the legs.  Frederik was now spread wide open and unprotected in the corner with his hands out of the way and offering no protection.

Ash wasted no time in stepping in and beginning a series of rapid-fire punches, first to the abs, then to the pecs, all the while Frederik whined, complained, and tried to catch his breath and free his hands and feet.  Because of the lighter, smaller gloves, the blows had much more impact than sparring gloves would have.  Ash continued to alternate between the abs and the pecs punching as fast as he could.  He knew that he had a limited amount of time to inflict some damage.

Ash was a little disappointed, but not surprised when he saw Gabe step in to stop the action, but was extremely surprised when Gabe reached over and grabbed each of Ash’s gloved hands and repositioned them.

“You get a much more effective punch holding your hands like this.  Now see if that isn’t better.”

Ash simply laughed as he switched his eyes from Gabe back to Frederik and began a series of punches with the new stance. 

“Yeah that is much better, concentrates the power more, and not as much effort needed,” Ash announced as he drilled a particularly hard punch into the abs.

When Frederik had gotten his breath back and started to recover from the jaw punch, he began complaining about the cheating and began struggling more and pulled up his arms toward the top rope.

Seeing this, Ash delivered his next blow low into the balls, once again taking the fight out of Frederik who dropped his hands back down still in the grasp of the two men outside the ring.

“Okay, Ash, I know you’re getting tired, but you can’t afford to let your hands drop like that.  You have to keep your hands up like this,” Caleb said as he demonstrated.  “This keeps you protected and makes sure your strikes are in the right place and more effective.  Technique is usually much more important than pure raw strength.”

Ash readjusted as Caleb had suggested and for the next 15 minutes he used Frederik’s body as his personal human punching bag while he ignored Frederik’s pleas to stop and whenever Frederik’s struggles appeared to become effective, he would deliver another punch to the balls to placate him.  The audience in the gym stood around cheering Ash but making no effort to interfere.

As needed, Gabe gave directions and showed Ash proper technique and how to make his punches better and more powerful.  This became just another boxing lesson for his student, Ash, who was grateful for the advice and actually took it.

For the last five minutes, Gabe actually slipped on a pair of gloves and joined in as he and Ash continuously used four hands to pound Frederik’s body.  With the landing of each blow, sweat could be seen flying off Frederik’s body much of it landing on Ash’s friends holding onto Frederik.  For the final punch, Ash delivered a full power punch into the center of the abdomen, eliciting a large expulsion of air and relaxing of the body, and followed up by stepping close and driving his knee up into the cup-less balls.

“Now, Ash the knee wasn’t necessary,” Gabe admonished.

Ash, covered in sweat, stood back and noted that the entire front of Frederik's body was red and Frederik was struggling to breathe. 

“Sorry,” he said to Gabe. 

“A simple punch like this would suffice,” Gabe said as he drove his fist into the balls. 

With the last low blow, Ash’s friends released Frederik’s wrists and feet causing Frederik to slip toward the mat bringing his gloved hands over the rope.  When he hit the mat, he dropped his hands down to cradle his poor nuts as he leaned into the corner in obvious pain. 

Ash leaned over to Frederik and said "Wrestling match starts in five and if you aren't there you forfeit and pay the fine.  But I’d much rather you showed up.”

“You cheated….” Frederik wheezed.

“Did anyone here see anything that wasn’t above board?” Ash asked Gabe and the observers in the room. 

“Nope, all was by the Queensberry rules,” Gabe said as he looked around.  “Anyone see something that I missed?”

All the responses from the observers were no and that Frederik had been beaten legitimately.

“See, no cheating or anything illegal here.  See you in the ring in five Freddy, err Fred-er-prik boy," Ash taunted as he climbed out of the ring, high-fived Gabe, and removed his gloves.  He and his friends left so that he could get ready for the official portion of the evening – the wrestling match.

Frederik was left sitting alone in the ring, moaning, while his hands massaged his balls as everyone else exited the boxing room.  There didn’t seem to be any sympathy for Frederick.

 

Ash stood relaxing in the corner of the wrestling ring after he had changed into his wrestling gear.  He was wearing a black singlet which was not standard issue.  It was black, square cut like wrestling trunks, with a single thick strip that went up the front of his body before dividing tightly around the neck and rejoining down the back.  Most of the trunk portion was fine mesh, except for the jock-like area covering his package and the edges.  He looked like he was headed for the club more than the wrestling ring.  He had received several cat calls and offers as he had entered the ring. 

“You’re wrestling in that?”, Caleb, tonight’s ref, asked with surprise in his voice.

“Yep.  Gotta give the crowd something worthwhile to look at in the ring, as we know it isn’t Freddy boy,” was the reply.

“Frederik,” Caleb replied. He was a good friend of Frederik’s but had not been present for the boxing.  Ash didn’t mind that for he knew that above all else Caleb was a fair ref.

The small crowd of about 25 began getting restless as it was already 10 minutes after starting time and Frederik still had not made an appearance.

"I'll go see what the matter might be," Gabe said as he smirked and headed toward the back.

A few seconds later Gabe walked into the wrestling room and said, “Sorry folks but Frederik is a little delayed.  He has been having a ‘wardrobe malfunction’.”  This brought a large laugh from the audience.  “But he will be here very shortly.”

About two minutes later, Frederik walked into the room dressed in black standard wrestling trunks.  Those who had been in the back room smirked at the redness of his chest and abs but most of the crowd were occupied with the murderous look on his face.  He stormed down to the ring and leaped over the top rope.  He winched as his feet made contact with the ring floor and the impact was transferred through his core.

“Let’s get this well-deserved beating started,” he yelled as he started across the ring.

“I will be more than happy to oblige and beat you,” Ash responded as he too stepped toward the middle.

“NOBODY WILL BE BEATING ANYBODY UNTIL  I SAY SO. Capice?” Caleb demanded as he stepped between Frederik and Ash with both hands extended palms out.   Both wrestlers just mumbled although you could see Frederik thought about ignoring him.

When Caleb called them to the middle of the ring, they approached warily until they were standing and staring eye to eye.  Neither one broke eye contact as Caleb did the standard introductions.

“Are there any questions?” Caleb asked.

“Yeah, I have one,” Frederik stated never breaking eye contact with Ash.

“And what would that be?”

Frederik kicked his right leg up slamming the toe of his steel-tipped boot directly into Ash's balls flattening them into the pelvic bone.

“Was that a legal move?”

“Uhh, no and…” Caleb began.

“You’re wrong Caleb, it was before the bell so it was legal,” Frederik smirked.

When the boot slammed into his balls, an unprepared Ash let out a scream and a whoosh of air.  He also went up on his toes before he began to bend over when Frederik locked a side headlock on and began squeezing and twisting.

“Hey, break it, the match hasn’t started,” Caleb stated just as the bell rang.

“Looks like you are wrong again.  There is the bell,” Frederik stated as he turned away from Caleb where he quickly released and reapplied the hold, thus making it legal as it had been applied after the bell.  Turned away from the ref, he thrust the fingers of his left hand up into Ash’s throat causing a gagging noise.  He followed this up by DDTing Ash to the mat, forehead first stunning an already oxygen-deprived Ash.

Frederik ignored Caleb's admonitions as he turned Ash to his back, sat on his face, and began delivering open punches into the wide-open abs before he locked on an abdominal claw.

Ash was not successful in dislodging Frederik’s hands as the abs claw penetrated deeply and the ass obscured his breathing.  Occasionally Frederik would rear up his ass so that he could apply more pressure to the claw.  On one of these occasions, Ash was able to get his hand between Caleb’s ass and his chest and grab the balls squeezing and twisting.

Frederik screamed, released the ab claw, and rolled to the mat pulling his nuts out of Ash’s hand.

“Watch out for the damned ball claw,” he shouted at Caleb who had been standing at Ash’s abdomen so that he didn’t see any of the ball action.

“Didn’t see anything,” he replied as he looked over at Ash. 

Ash had managed to get to his hands and knees when he felt Frederik’s fist pound into his abs from an uppercut.  This was followed by Frederik placing one hand between Ash’s legs and the other over the shoulder and onto the chest and lifting Ash into the air and dropping him down onto his knee for an ab buster.  He repeated this twice more before rolling Ash to the mat.  Each time he lifted Ash, he placed as much pressure as he could on the balls.

Frederik grabbed the single singlet strap at the shoulders and began pulling Ash up to his knees with the strap choking Ash when he felt two rapid-fire punches into his already well-abused abs.  This knocked the wind from him and caused him to release the strap and take two steps backward. 

As soon as he felt the release of his hair, Ash jetted forward from his knees driving the crown of his head into Frederik’s abs eliciting a further grunt and causing Frederik to try and step further back.  However, Ash had locked one hand around an ankle and pulled forward as Frederik stepped back resulting in Frederik falling back onto the mat.

Ash leaned back on his calves and took in two deep breaths.  Aware of his surroundings, Frederik drew both legs up towards his chest and kicking outward, slammed into Ash's chest knocking him backward.

Both wrestlers were able to attain their feet at about the same time and they slowly circled each other before locking up in a collar and elbow.  Both felt the effects of the pushing and shoving in their abs, but Frederik had taken more abuse so felt it more.

As Frederik pushed forward, he felt Ash lift one foot off the ground to step backward, so Frederik quickly hooked his foot around the other foot and pushed harder throwing Ash off balance and dropping him on his back.  Unfortunately for Ash, Frederik hung on and fell on top of him driving the air from his lungs.  Frederik made sure that his thigh landed between Ash’s legs, squashing the balls with a plausible excuse that it was accidental, although it was not.

Frederik had once again gotten the upper hand. Frederik stood up and posed for the crowd so Ash took the opportunity to roll out under the bottom rope and to the floor outside the ring.

When Frederik turned and saw Ash outside the ring, he mocked “Aahh, running away already?  But I have so much more fun planned.”  As Caleb began his count, Frederik stood near the opposite ropes and waited until Ash began to enter the ring again.

Ash used both hands to grab the middle rope, then placed his right foot on the edge of the apron and slowly began to pull himself up.  Frederik started toward the ropes to “assist” Ash into the ring, when Ash contracted his arms, pushed with his foot, and flew between the top and second rope, using the power of his leg and the middle ropes to propel him through the ropes and straight into Frederik’s abs head first.

Frederik screamed, as it felt like Ash had gone clear through his abs to the back, as he stumbled backward and fell to his knees with his arms wrapped around his abs.  Ash quickly regained his feet and charged across the ring, jumping and delivering a knee strike to Frederik’s forehead forcing him backward where his head slammed full force into the mat.

Ash knew that pandering to the crowd was a mistake, so he grabbed both of Frederik’s ankles and lifted them in the air.

“Disqualification if you go for the balls,” Caleb threatened as he was standing beside Ash.

“Aahh, you take all the fun out of it,” Ash replied as he delivered a series of stomps into the abs, going as low as he could without going below the trunk line.  Frederik grunted with each blow.

Ash pulled Frederik to his feet, which was difficult as Frederik was mostly dead weight, lifted him up, and then inverted him.  He drove the back into the nearest turnbuckle before hooking the feet over the top rope placing Frederik in the tree of woe.

Wanting to make the name “Tree of Woe” accurate, Ash began a series of stomps, knees, and fists into the wide-open abs with him saying ‘Freddy’ with each blow.  Soon the crowd had also taken up the chant; “Freddy, Freddy, Freddy”.   Caleb would push Ash back, but as soon as the ref turned back to the corner to free Frederik, Ash would rush back in and start again. 

After the fourth time of this back and forth, the ref threatened, "Touch him again before he is out of the ropes and you are disqualified and this match is over!"

“Damn, you are still a spoilsport,” Ash replied.

Keeping an eye on the action as the ref tried to free Frederik, Ash pulled down the strap of his singlet and gave the audience a much-appreciated double biceps pose.  The crowd screamed their appreciation.

Caleb was finally able to free both feet and Frederik dropped to the mat in a heap.   Ash was immediately on him and “helping” him back to his feet.  Ash pushed Frederik back into the corner, grabbed the middle rope on each side of him, and began driving his shoulder into the midsection.  Once again the crowd took up the ‘Freddy’ chant.  Ash could feel the muscles giving a little more with each hit as they had little resilience left.

Once again Ash continued until Caleb got between the two wrestlers and pushed him back into the middle of the ring berating him the entire time.  Ash argued with him to keep his attention, while he also gave a “come here” wave to his 2 friends making sure the gesture was out of the ref’s sight.

Frederik was slumping in the corner using both arms across the top rope to keep him upright while taking in deep gasps of breath, when suddenly he felt a big push in the middle of his back at the shoulder level.  He attempted to step forward from the push, but both of his ankles were held so he face-planted on the mat.

Caleb did not hear Frederik fall as the crowd at ringside had started yelling at him to “let the two men wrestle, stop interfering” as soon as they saw the two guys approach the ring.

No sooner had Frederik hit the mat, than Ash’s two friends each grabbed an ankle and Frederik felt himself sliding full speed backward until his momentum was stopped by his balls contacting the ring post.  Frederik felt like his balls had been pushed up to his throat and the pain was so intense that only a gurgled moan escaped, certainly nothing to alert the ref.  Each of the guys then took one ankle, spread the legs out, and then slammed the thigh into the ring post before pushing Frederik back into the ring.

Seeing his friends stepping back into the crowd, Ash disengaged from Caleb and threw his hands up as if to say "Okay".   The ref turned to find Frederik laying in the ring face down.  Nothing unexpected but by the cheering and taunting from the small crowd he knew that something had happened.  He just didn’t know what.

Ash walked over to the corner, grabbed both wrists of Frederik and pulled him to the center of the ring where he sat Frederik up and applied a reverse chin lock.  Ash kept a close eye on Caleb and when he was in the wrong position, Ash slipped the shoulder strap of his singlet over Frederik's head and made sure it was sitting high up on the throat before cinching it tight.

Caleb checked for a choke twice and was confident there wasn’t one until he noticed that Frederik was starting to turn very red and seemed to be gasping like a fish out of water. He rechecked the choke and paying closer attention noted the strap.

“Break the hold now or be disqualified,” Caleb demanded.

“I’ve got till five,” Ash responded.

“NOW. OR. IT. IS. OVER,” Caleb screamed.  Ash dropped the hold and removed the strap.  Frederik dropped to the mat.

Ignoring the yelling of Caleb, Ash rolled Frederik to his stomach and applied a textbook camel clutch, sitting as low on the back as possible and pulling as hard as he could.  Frederik felt the pain in his abs and back.

“I really should disqualify you.”

“Oh, quite whining and see if pussy boy here wants to submit.”

“Do you wish to submit,” Caleb asked after reluctantly turning his attention away from Ash.

“NO, no,” was the reply.

Caleb continued to ask at intervals and Frederik’s denials became less stringent and less certain especially when Ash would raise his ass and then slam it back down.   When Ash was convinced that Frederik was about to submit, he dropped the hold.

He pulled Frederik to his feet once again with great difficulty.  He then looped the strap of his singlet over Frederik’s head and down onto the neck, turned back-to-back, and bent over using the strap to lift Frederik up in the air while cutting off his air supply.

“Alright, break the goddamned choke,” Caleb screamed at Ash as started a rather fast count.  Ash reluctantly sat Frederik’s feet back on the mat and removed the strap.  Once Ash was no longer holding him up, Frederik dropped to the mat.

“One more move like that and this match is over,” Caleb screamed into Ash’s face. 

“Okay, no more moves like that,” Ash smirked as he dropped to his knees next to Frederik and rolled him onto his back, sat down on the thighs, and delivered a series of blows to the abs.  He then flexed the fingers on both hands before locking on a double ab claw.  As he cinched the fingers into the muscles, he felt them sink low as there was little resistance due to all the abuse his balls and his abs had taken.  Frederik began squirming and mumbling almost immediately.

“Do you submit?” Caleb asked.

“No, no,” Frederik said causing Ash to lift up his ass and push down into the abs more.

“YES, YES, I give, I give no more,”  Frederik screamed.

Caleb motioned for the bell and told Ash “Break the hold, he has submitted.

“Who gives?” Ash demanded ignoring Caleb

“I do, I do,” Frederik responded.

“Break the fucking hold,” Caleb demanded as he grabbed both of Ash’s wrists, but he was unable to pry them up.

"Who the hell am I?" Ash demanded.

“Frederik,” was Frederik’s reply.

“Don’t you mean Freddy,” Ash demanded.

“Yes, yes, okay, Freddy.”

“Break the hold now, or I’m going to reverse the decision and disqualify you,” Caleb screamed.

Ash twisted his hands into the abs and said “Let’s hear who submits again.”

“I…Freddy submits, Freddy submits,” Frederik screamed.

Ash finally acceded to Caleb’s demands and broke the hold.  Ash stood up as Caleb reluctantly lifted his hand in victory while giving Ash a look of distaste.  Ash simply smiled and ignored him as he delivered a couple of bicep poses to the crowd and headed to exit the ring. 

As he passed by Frederik, still laying on the mat holding his abs, moaning, and being ministered to by Caleb, he delivered a quick kick up into the balls, laughed at the scream, and then exited ignoring Caleb’s censor.

As Ash exited the ring, he was high-fived or fist-bumped by most of the people in the audience, except for a couple who considered Frederik a friend.  They headed into the ring to help.

Ash received a fist bump from a stranger who said "Nice match" as the stranger turned and walked off punching a button on his cell phone. 

“Hey Joseph, I think I found our ref for the Gould Twin’s match with the Heel Faction.  I’ve researched him and I think the powers that be will particularly like him.  He has a reputation as a fair and impartial ref and since you are in management and sympathetic to our cause, you should put in a good word.”

He listened for a few seconds before laughing and said “Yes, I know we aren’t looking for fair and impartial and after watching him box and wrestle tonight I think he can be had.” 

The voice on the other end of the line replied "Yeah but if it is obvious that he can be underhanded, I don't think the upper management will agree."

“Don’t worry, this was a private bout with very few observers so I think very few people will hear about it.  If we do this quickly, we should be good.”  The stranger laughed as he continued to walk away and exit the building.  “Another issue for the Heel Faction effectively dealt with.” 

After receiving the accolades from the small crowd, Ash dressed in street clothes and joined some of the audience members in a beer at the local bar where they celebrated the end of Frederik as chief ref.  They wondered how he would respond to one of them being in charge and him having to take criticism and orders from someone else.  They were never to find out because, not only did he resign as chief ref, but also as a ref in the league altogether, and moved on to another federation.  And another gym.

As this had been a private battle, Frederik knew complaining about the pre-bout actions would get him nowhere especially as the boxing match had been his suggestion and this was an independent match.  He hired a former champion wrestler/boxer as a coach and mentor and actually paid attention to him, especially on how to avoid the rules.  As far as he was concerned, this was far from over.   

And as the stranger had suggested, very few people knew of the entire story as most of the crowd being happy with the results didn’t want any repercussions for Ash.  Frederik had told his friends to keep their mouths shut.  Partially out of embarrassment, but mainly so that no one could suspect what was headed Ash’s way.