[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.
“And now, entering the Arena first is our former official turned wrestler, who apparently has a death wish, Tiiiim." The curtain opened and the wrestler entered the cage. He just ignored the announcer as he tried to get a rise out of the wrestlers, and usually did. Tim, who was dressed in red trunks, red kneepads, and red boots, walked down to the ring, to a chorus of boos and derision, where he hopped onto the apron and then entered between the top two ropes. He moved to the far corner where he leaned back and rested nonchalantly while awaiting his opponent.
“And to officiate this potential shit show, none other
than Tits Taylor.”
Taylor shot daggers at the announcer who just finger
waved back at him. Taylor stood 6’ tall
and 215 pounds and was dressed in standard ref attire. Evidently, the announcer had given him his
nickname, Tits, after his performance in two matches (see Alex’s Beatdown II
and B vs B). He ignored the catcalls
and rude comments as he made his down the aisle and into the ring. He nodded at Tim and took up position in the
middle of the ring.
"And our final combatant, the one, the only, the
incomparable, Choirboy." The
announcer wasn't willing to push it with the Choirboy tonight. Choirboy, so named because he had an angelic
look, walked into the cage wearing leather vest, white square-cut trunks, white
knee pads, and wrestling boots. He was greeted with a loud round of cheers and
applause.
In the Arena, many times the crowd was in favor of the
heels, other times it was the faces and it was not unheard of for their
allegiance to change during the match.
Really just depended on who was wrestling and what sort of mood the
crowd was in. Having said that, they
rarely booed Choirboy.
Choirboy acknowledge the crowd and charged down and
around the ring once to give everyone a good look at him. He then slid under
the bottom rope into the ring and stood up.
He shot daggers across the ring at Tim.
He started to move toward him, but Taylor indicated he should go back to
his corner, which, surprisingly, he did.
Taylor walked over to Tim and gave him the standard once
over checking for foreign objects. He examined the waist of the trunks, the
pouch, the knee pads, and the boots.
Once he finished he walked over to Choirboy.
"Hey, no need to check me out. After all, I am the Choirboy" he stated
as he gave his most boyish look.
Taylor laughed as he said, “That is exactly the reason I
should check you out.”
As he was examining the trunks, Choirboy turned to let
him get a better look at the back. As he
did so, the bicep of his right arm came into contact with Taylor's nipple,
which caused him to jump a little and take in a deep breath. He also blushed. As he turned to examine the right knee pad,
Choirboy bent his leg to help out. Taylor
also checked the boot. When he turned to
do the left he was already bent over, so Choirboy made sure to lift the leg and
rub it across Taylor's chest. This got a
deep inhale and a slight shiver from Taylor, who then stepped back and stood
up. As he did so, Choirboy removed his
leather jacket and hung it on the ring post.
Taylor took another deep breath to get himself under
control and then stepped back to the center of the ring. He then motioned for the bell keeper to ring
the bell, foregoing the usual meeting in the middle of the ring as he knew it
wouldn’t do any good.
Tim eased out of the corner on full alert, while Choirboy
sauntered out of his corner as if he didn’t have a care in the world. The two wrestlers approached other. Tim leaped up to deliver a standing dropkick,
but he had telegraphed the move, so Choirboy simply dropped to the mat and
rolled. With nothing to strike, Tim
simply dropped onto the mat, unprepared, landing on his right shoulder. He grunted when he hit the mat.
Choirboy wasted no time in getting to his feet and start
stomping at the right shoulder, pec, and biceps. The boots rained down relentlessly until Tim
was able to make his way to the ring edge and grab the bottom rope.
“He’s on the ropes, so back up Choirboy,” Taylor stated.
Choirboy ignored the warning and grabbed onto the top
rope and continued with his stomps until Taylor reached about 3 in his
count. Choirboy then leaped, with both
feet off the ground, and landed on Tim's shoulder with the full weight of his
body. He then stepped back, threw his
hands into the air, and posed for the crowd.
Tim rolled under the ropes and onto the arena floor. He was walking around trying to shake off the
pain in his shoulder when Choirboy came sailing between the first and second
ropes, torpedoing into Tim with his head at the right shoulder. Tim slammed backward into the fence and then
tried to step forward. He was halted in
this as one of Choirboy’s fans had grabbed the back of his trunks through the
fence.
Choirboy was quickly on his feet and began unloading
punches into the abs while Tim was restrained.
Taylor came out to the floor while continuing his count. When he reached 8, Choirboy stopped his
punches and rolled under the ropes back into the ring, breaking the count, but
then rolled immediately back out. Taylor
threatened to disqualify Choirboy unless the fan released his hold on the
trunks which he did.
Feeling the release of his trunks, Tim stepped away from
the cage, only to be met with a forearm smash across the jaw and neck. He staggered backward into the fence again. Immediately after the blow, Choirboy reached
around Tim and hoisted him up in an inverted position. He maneuvered Tim’s right arm behind his back
before dropping Tim’s right shoulder down onto his knee into a shoulder
breaker. He then lifted Tim back up
before slamming him down onto the Arena floor with his arm trapped behind his
back. Choirboy then reattained the ring
and was posing for the crowd while keeping an eye on Tim.
Taylor remained outside the ring while Tim staggered back
to his feet. He then slid under the ropes
to push Choirboy back so that Tim could try to get back into the ring. Every time he got close, though, Choirboy
would appear at the rope threatening him.
Taylor would then have to push Choirboy back. This happened twice. On the third such attempt, Tim swept his left
arm under the bottom rope, grabbed an ankle, and pulled toward him. At the same time, he used to right hand to
punch upward into Choirboy's lower abs, pushing Choirboy back. Between the two holds, Choirboy went down on
the mat to his back.
Tim pulled the left leg out of the ring and then slammed
the back of the knee down on the ring apron three times. Taylor was screaming at Tim to let the hold
go and then finally started to count.
After the third slam, Tim noticed something shiny in the
top of the left boot, he moved his body to block out Taylor, reached into the
boot, and removed a metal chain which he proceeded to drop down the front of
his trunks, adjusting them so that nothing obvious was seen. He then walked down the ringside and slid
back under the ropes.
As he entered the ring he noted the Choirboy had regained
his feet and was favoring his left leg while Tim was favoring his right arm. Some in the crowd were trying to alert
Choirboy to the removal of the chain, but the surrounding fans screamed louder
to drown them out. Most were rooting for
the bad boy, but almost all enjoyed a little rule-breaking by anyone.
“Okay, guys, let’s keep the action in the ring,” Taylor
admonished as the two circled each other.
The wrestlers simply ignored him.
As they approached, Tim raised his left hand in the air,
flexing his figures, challenging Choirboy to a test of strength. As their two hands met, Tim lashed out with a
right fist, slamming it into Choirboy’s solar plexus. Choirboy stepped backward as the air was
forced from his lungs.
“Watch the fist,” Taylor admonished.
Tim followed up the punch with a spinning back kick,
slamming his foot into the side of Choirboy's head causing him to rock to the
side. Without letting up, Tim dropped
his head and, running forward, slammed the top of his head into his opponent's
abs pushing Choirboy back into the corner.
He then grabbed the middle rope of both sides and began slamming his
left shoulder repeatedly into Choirboy's abs only stopping when Taylor's count
got to 4 ½. He stepped back to break the
count, turned, and ran back into the corner reaching over Choirboy. He grabbed the leather jacket and pulled it
forward before pushing it across Choirboy’s neck with his hands on each
side. He was choking his opponent out.
“Release the choke, release the choke,” Taylor
demanded.
Tim ignored him until he started counting and released at
three. He reached in, grabbed a handful
of hair, and pulled Choirboy out of the corner, where he wrapped the jacket
around Choirboy's throat and tightened it as much as he could while standing
behind him.
Taylor began screaming at Tim again and then started his
count. When he reached four, Tim
released the choke, pulled the jacket around, and threw it over the top rope out
onto the Arena floor.
Tim then turned
back to Choirboy who was coughing and trying to get his breath back. He approached Choirboy, turned his back to
him, reached over his shoulder, grabbed the Choirboy by the head, and snapmared
him to the mat. Not letting up on his
advantage, he dropped beside his opponent and locked on an ab claw.
Choirboy tried to pry the hands off without success, so
he made his right hand into a fist and threw it sideways, slamming into the
lower abs. His second swing landed lower
slamming into the head of Tim's cock. Tim
grunted and released the hold and slid back from Choirboy. Not letting up for a moment, Choirboy slid
sideways, threw both legs up, locked the shins around Tim's head, and turned
sideways slamming Tim to the mat. He
then reached down grabbed Tim by the hair and pulled his head up between his
thighs where he clamped down as hard as he could.
Tim was writhing on the mat trying to break free as he
felt like his head was splitting open like a watermelon. Finally realizing that he was face-first into
Choirboy's crotch, he opened his mouth and then bit down on the balls in his
face.
Choirboy screamed as he released the hold and rolled
away.
“Watch the biting,” Taylor stated.
Tim ignored him as he slowly rose to his feet only to be
met by a forearm across the chest before Choirboy grabbed him by the arm and
slung him into the ropes. As he
rebounded off and into the middle of the ring he was met by a knee into his
abs. When he ran into the knee, he felt like he had been hit by a sledgehammer,
because he had run into the kneepad that had the metal insert in it. When Choirboy had managed to distract Taylor,
he had not completed his check for foreign bodies.
Tim dropped to his knees, where he was met by a blow to
his head which forced him to his back.
Choirboy then dropped a series of knees into the stomach with his loaded
knee pad driving the air from Tim’s lungs and pulverizing his abs.
Choirboy stepped back from the action and watched as
Taylor checked on Tim and asked him if he wanted to submit to which Tim shook
his head. As this was occurring,
Choirboy reached down and put his hand on the top of his left boot. He was surprised when there was nothing there
and looked around the ring as if he had dropped something.
Meanwhile, Tim had managed to make it back to his
knees. Choirboy turned and walked over
toward Tim who, while on his knees was hunched over with both his hands wrapped
around his abs. Choirboy chuckled as he
reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Tim into a more upright
position.
His chuckle turned into a scream as Tim brought his two
hands, formed into a single fist, up between his legs slamming them into
Choirboy’s nuts. Choirboy released the
hair and backed up several steps.
Tim slowly got back to his feet. Both wrestlers were now showing
signs of fatigue as the various holds had taken their toll. As the wrestlers once again approached each
other, Choirboy lashed out with a foot to the abdomen of his opponent. Tim stepped back from the blow and was met by
a charging Choirboy who slammed into the abs and forced Tim back into the
turnbuckle. Tim’s ab muscles absorbed offered
little protection from the blow and he felt as if Choirboy had gone straight
through him. He knew he had to act
fast. Choirboy grabbed the middle rope
on each side and tried to drive his shoulder into the exposed abs. However, Tim, anticipating the move, grabbed onto
the top rope and drew his left leg up such that Choirboy slammed his shoulder
into the knee and not the abs.
As the hard knee impacted his shoulder, Choirboy grunted
with pain, dropped the ropes, and staggered back. Tim followed him and drove a fist into the
jaw immediately drawing Taylor’s attention and admonishment for the closed
fist. When Taylor moved from in front of
Tim, he responded by delivering a standing dropkick to Choirboy knocking him
back into the ropes. As he rebounded off
the ropes, Tim, using his feet, catapulted Choirboy over his head and onto the
mat. Tim then rose and turned away from
Taylor. He slipped his hand into his
trunks and removed the chain there and wrapped it around his right fist, which
he then placed behind his back away from Taylor's vision.
Choirboy slowly got to his feet and Taylor was checking
on him to make sure he was okay. Getting
fully to his feet, an irate Choirboy screamed "Get the fuck out of my
way", placed both his hands on Taylor's chest, and shoved him backward
causing Taylor to helicopter backward trying to maintain his balance. Choirboy then turned toward Tim where he was
met with a chain-covered fist to his left jaw.
Choirboy froze for a second and then dropped like a stone to the mat
landing on his chest.
As Tim unwound the chain and threw it out of the ring and
up against the fence, where it disappeared into the audience, a loud cheer
arose from the audience. While this was
totally unexpected from Tim, the crowd was always appreciative of good heel
moves. Tim rolled Choirboy onto his back
and then dropped
to the mat, pulling Choirboy’s legs up into a cradle and laying across his
chest, pinning Choirboy to the mat.
Taylor,
having recovered his balance and not seeing the punch or the chain, dropped
down to the mat and began his count.
“One,….two,……” Most were expecting Choirboy to kick out but
Taylor’s hand hit the mat “three” just before Choirboy made a feeble attempt to
kick out, but the move was too late, the match was over.
Taylor jumped
to his feet and signaled for the bell. The
crowd’s reaction was mixed with some cheering and others booing. Whichever side they were on, this wasn’t the
outcome they had been expecting. Tim
slowly got to his feet and Taylor walked over and lifted his arm in
victory. Tim raised his other arm and a
wide smile came across his face. Tim
turned to a couple of sides of the ring celebrating his win.
The smile
disappeared as Choirboy’s leg came up between Tim’s leg, slamming his shin bone
full force into the balls and forcing them up against the pelvis. Tim dropped his hands and screamed. Choirboy grabbed Tim by the head and locked
it under his arm before diving to the mat, slamming Tim’s head into the
mat. Choirboy stood and dropped a leg
drop across the back of the head. Tim
was stunned.
Tim had forgotten one of the cardinal rules of Arena wrestling,
never lose sight of your opponent and never play to the crowd. Especially if Choirboy was your opponent.
“Break it up,
the match is over and you lost,” Taylor screamed at Choirboy as he pushed him
back.
"But did
I," was the reply as Choirboy stepped toward Taylor. He reached out with both hands and latched
onto a nipple each which he then began to knead, pull, and pinch. Taylor took in a deep breath as his nipples
were his most erogenous zone.
Swiping at
Choirboy’s hands, Taylor said “Stop that,”
as he backed up into the ropes.
“But it is so
much fun,” Choirboy said as he continued with his nipple work.
Growing
frustrated, Taylor dropped to the mat and rolled under the ring ropes and onto
the floor. Choirboy quickly grabbed the
top rope, leaped over, and landed on the floor behind Taylor. He stepped forward and reached around Taylor
grabbing for the tits again.
Taylor swung
around and backed up away from Choirboy as he reached for the nipples
again. He finally ran out of room to back
up as he found himself against the cage.
Two hands reached out from the crowd, through the fence, and grabbed
Taylor’s pants at the waist holding him against the fence.
Taylor got a
look of worry on his face when he realized that he couldn’t pull away and
Choirboy was closing in. But Choirboy
didn’t go for the tits. Instead, his
right hand reached down near Taylor’s waist and grabbed the leather belt end
that was being fed through the fence. He
quickly pulled this through, passed it across Taylor's body, and handed it out
through the cage on Taylor’s other side. The guy standing on the outside proceeded to
cinch the belt down tight and buckle it in.
Taylor was now immobilized by the fence.
“Sorry, I can’t
stay and play,” Choirboy whispered in Taylor’s ear as he gently massaged each
nipple, “but I have work to do.”
With that, he
turned and walked back to the ring and slid under the ropes. Tim was just starting to move and come
around. Choirboy grabbed a handful of
hair and yanked Tim to his feet. He got
behind Tim, wrapped his arms around the waist, and walked towards the
rope. When they were close, Choirboy
reared back, tossed Tim's legs over the top rope, and sat him down so that he
was standing on the apron.
Next, he locked
each of Tim's arms between the first and second ropes.
“Oh, come on,
not again, please Chris not this,” Tim begged as he felt his arms being trapped
within the ropes. Choirboy then kicked
both of Tim’s feet off the apron.
Choirboy just
laughed as he exited the ring. “Got to
give the fans what they want Timmy boy and besides this is your finishing hold.”
He reached up
and yanked Tim’s trunks and jock off. He
began to unlace Tim’s boots and Tim began to thrash around. Choirboy turned, grabbed his leather jacket
from the floor, and hopped back into the ring.
He wrapped the Jacket around Tim's throat and pulled.
“Two can play
this game asshole. Should have just
cooperated and taken it like a man,” he whispered in the ear.
Once Tim
succumbed to the choke, Choirboy went
back outside the ring and partially untied each boot. He then lifted the ankle upward until he
could tie the laces tightly around one nut.
When he dropped the ankle, it dropped down until it reached the end of
the lace jerking the nut to the bottom of the sac. Tim groaned with the first one as he started
coming around. Choirboy repeated the
action on the other side but this time when the dropped the boot, Tim came
fully awake and screamed. Choirboy just
laughed.
Choirboy walked
over the fence where one of his fans pushed an object through. Choirboy then returned to the ring and got
behind Tim.
“You seemed to
enjoy this so much last time, thought we would repeat it again.”
"No please
man, no. You've done enough," Tim begged as Choirboy took the well-lubed
vibrator and inserted it up Tim's ass.
Tim's ass lips spread to accommodate the object but then clamped down
when it got to the narrow part. Choirboy
flipped the switch to turn it on.
Choirboy
stepped out onto the apron, reached over, and stroked Tim's cock until it began
to engorge, then gave him a couple of light taps on the balls.
“You may have
won the match, but you are still on my hit list and the war isn’t over. I NEVER forget much less forgive. You will NEVER be rid of me.”
With that,
Choirboy threw a victory pose, turned into Tim and slammed the loaded kneepad
into the trapped nuts and dropped from the ring apron, and walked over to
Taylor still tied to the fence. Choirboy
reached out and grabbed onto each side of Taylor’s head before locking on a
powerful lip lock. Taylor was struggling
to break the kiss, but Choirboy held it until he was ready to release it.
“You should let
me show you a good time, sometimes,” Choirboy whispered as the caressed the tits
before walking away. Taylor brought his
hand to his mouth and wiped them across his lips. Fortunately, with his dark pants, nobody
noticed the slight thickening of his cock from the nipple caresses.
Security was
finally able to get to Taylor through the audience. They really hadn’t been trying very hard and
the fans were hindering them. Once there, they discovered that the belt had
been locked into place. Not finding a
key, they had to wait until someone could find some heavy-duty scissors to cut
through the leather portion thus freeing Taylor.
While they were
trying to free Taylor, Tim was having a strange combination of pain and
pleasure. He ejaculated three times
before Taylor was freed and came to help him.
No one else entered the cage, so it was up to Taylor to try and free
Tim.
It was not an
easy proposition as Taylor had to hold the leg up, freeing pressure on the
laces, and then untie the notes well trying to avoid getting Tim’s cum on him. Several times the leg would slip and drop,
yanking on Tim’s nuts again earning a grunt or a scream.
Taylor finally
had one ball free and was working on the other when Tim ejaculated for the
fourth time, spraying both him and Taylor.
“Ugh,
disgusting dude,” Taylor yelled as he dropped the leg causing the ball to be
stretched and eliciting another scream. Taylor
just wanted to walk out and get into the shower, but he had a job to do. Taylor returned to his task and was finally
able to free the second ball. Tim was
now able to get his feet onto the ring apron and push up, relieving some of the
pain in his arms. Taylor was then able
to free his arms from the ropes. Tim
then dropped down to the Arena floor where he went to his hands and knees. He reached back with one hand to pull out the
vibrator but wasn't able to get a good grip on it.
“A little help
please,” Tim whined.
“I’m not
touching that,” a horrified Taylor said.
“You’re the
damned ref that let this happen, so get the damned thing out,” Tim screamed as
his cock returned to a very painful full erection.
With a deep
sigh, Taylor pulled off his ref’s shirt, exposing his exquisite chest to the
fans, wrapped it around his hand, pulled one of Tim’s ass cheeks out, managed
to get his fingers around the base of the vibrator and then pulled it out with
Tim grunting and groaning all the time.
When the largest portion of the vibrator passed through the asslips, Tim
came for the fifth time, but this time there wasn’t much cum as his balls were
almost dry. While the orgasm did not
produce any cum, it did produce a lot of pain in his balls, so Tim just slumped
to the arena floor.
The crowd just
laughed as Taylor threw the dildo, and his shirt, to the floor and sighed as he
turned to Tim. He helped pull Tim to
his unsteady feet, placed his arm around Tim’s waist, cringing at the cum on
Tim’s body, and now his, and helped him out of the cage and back to the locker
room.
As Taylor
exited the face locker room and headed for the ref's room, and shower, he
muttered to himself "This job isn't worth it." But he knew his contract had months to
go. He passed Choirboy who was whistling
as he walked past. He reached out to
grab a tit, but Taylor pushed his hand away and sidestepped. Choirboy just laughed.
“I could show you a really good time, Taylor.”
“Fuck off,” was Taylor’s reply as he entered his locker
room.
“Yeah, someday that is the plan,” Choirboy said as he
pushed open the exit door.
Really glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate you taking th time to let me know.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. I am so appreciative of your stories, as I am certain many others are. I hope others let you know.
ReplyDeleteSuch a good story! I almost forgot about Tim; I had to go back and re-read all the stories to get caught up. I love how Taylor is getting the "correct" Arena treatment. i really hope he gets wrapped up with Choirboy in the Campgrounds; that'll definitely expand his horizons in ways he probably didn't want.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the great story telling
I'm not a 100% sure where I'm going with Taylor yet. Don't think the campground is in his wheelhouse ---- yet. I mean he is straight and pretty vanilla -- for now.
DeleteThat's fair. I do like him as a beefy ref. Maybe meeting another ref like Alex would be nice. Campground should be saved for those more extreme guys who need a lesson or can take a beating like Cumface. When is that jobber coming back?
DeleteLove the torture on Tim’s poor nuts.
ReplyDeleteTaylor’s tit definitely a are turn on for him and me!
Surprisingly, Taylors Tits (sounds like a Mangler tag team) is consuming more of my thoughts than I had appreciated. A very devious plot is slowly emerging involving them and Choirboy. Hopefully, I can get it to pan out.
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