The Campground 2: Introduction

 

The Campground Year Two:

Introduction

By

The Mangler

The SUV turned off the paved road and onto the rutted dirt road. The ride became bumpier and less comfortable.  The grunts from the cargo section of the SUV increased in intensity.

"Shut the fuck up, Sir Kyle.  You wanted to hitch a ride with us to meet up with Choirboy, so you got your wish,” Dan shouted.  Kyle was sure that his wish didn’t involve tight stringent bondage for 3 hours.  However, the Choirboy did require it.   And where Kyle was concerned, the Choirboy got what he wanted.

Dan was sitting in the back seat with a collar around his neck and a pair of tiny and tight leather shorts.  This used to bother him but not anymore. With the end of Leather Week last year and the subsequent events, he had become much less inhibited such that even full nudity concerned him less.  That and his adventures at the Redneck Arena had seen to that.  Last year’s visit to the Campground had been a major eye-opening experience so he was a little more prepared for this year.  But even then, he was less anxious because he was sure he wouldn’t see things that he hadn’t already seen and experienced.

A Partnerships Demise

 

[If not familiar with the Arena, you may wish to check out Redneck Arena History.]

A Partnership's Demise

Tim vs Choirboy

By

The Mangler

Tim and Choirboy had reluctantly joined up to become a tag team.  Choirboy was convinced that he could bring Tim, usually a good guy, around to his style of wrestling –cheating and doing anything necessary to win.  Choirboy had been wrong and the animosity between the former tag team partners had been intensifying for some time and had finally reached the breaking point.  The two decided to settle the matter in the only way they knew– in the Arena wrestling ring.  It was decided that this would be a “normal” Arena match i.e., standard rules.

Tim, 6' 1" and 215 pounds, had started as a ref in the Arena and continued to do on occasion.  Due to some abuse from some of the wrestlers, he had moved into the wrestling side as well at first to extract some revenge.   He had some dark moments, but was essentially a good guy and refused to move away from that.  His partner known as the Choirboy, 5’11” and 185, appeared to be a face with angelic features, but actually, he was the devil in disguise.  To him, the only thing was winning, no matter the tactics or the cost.  It was inevitable that tonight was going to happen sooner or later.