A Partnerships Demise

 

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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.