[Alright degenerates, this is a "prequel" match. It occurred before any of the other Marshall Matches. It was briefly mention in The Gould Brother's Take Charge. Enjoy.]
Marshall vs
Midnight
By
The
Mangler
Marshall stood in his corner waiting for his opponent to
enter the ring. He was considered very handsome,
stood 5'11" tall, weighed 200 pounds, had 4% body fat, and was shredded so
that you could almost see every muscle fiber.
His abs were an 8-pack and rock hard.
Marshall was dressed in a pair of yellow wrestling trunks, white knee
pads, and white wrestling boots. He
looked like what he was – a face. He had
already been checked for foreign bodies by Byron, the ref.
His opponent tonight was a member of the Heel Faction,
which always complicated things in the UWA.
They were, as the name implied, a collection of Heels who were trying to
establish control over the league. They
were not against using any method necessary to win a match and the more they
squashed their opponents the better.
Marshall had been recruited to the league by his college friend Wiley in an attempt to help control and fight back against the Heel Faction. So far he had not won a single match, usually due to some illegal activity by one or more members of the Heel Faction. Marshall had not been in the league long, so he was still learning about the tactics of the faction. With each match, he learned a little more.
While
normally a nice guy, Marshall had decided to create some buzz before he joined
the UWA. He sent several tapes of
himself talking about how he was going to come in and save the UWA, put the
Heel Faction in its place, and become the champion. The crowds ate it up as they were looking for
a champion and someone they could cheer for who could win. Unfortunately for Marshall, it had enraged
the Heel Faction, especially its leader, The Executioner. The group had decided that Marshall was not
going to win a single match, no matter what they had to do to prevent it.
Tonight’s match was an oral submission, knockout, or
disqualification only match due to Marshall having been screwed in a couple of
matches against the Heel Faction with pins that weren’t. Marshall was the victim of either very bad
reffing or the refs had been bribed or threatened. Whatever the reason, he had been screwed and
he was going to make sure that didn't happen tonight. For tonight’s match, Marshall had
arranged for Wiley in the audience to assist if needed, but he was hoping he
could take the win without having to resort to him.
The ref had been instructed that disqualification would
be for only the most extreme reason but the wrestlers were not informed of this
so that hopefully they would follow the rules.
"And now, for Marshall's opponent, we have the
masked marvel known as Midnight.”
The crowd booed as the curtain opened and his opponent
walked out. Midnight's skin was dark
chocolate in color, he stood 5"8, weight 210 pounds, and was best
described as "chunky". But
don't let that fool you. He was strong
and in very good shape. Living up to his
name, he wore a black singlet, black mask, black knee pads, and black wrestling
shoes. He ignored the crowd as he came
down to the ring.
Once in the ring, Byron went over to do a foreign body
check. Midnight bitched, moaned, and
complained throughout the entire affair.
Byron called the two wrestlers to the middle of the ring.
“Okay, remember tonight’s match can only end with an oral
submission or a knockout – pins don’t count.
However, standard rules still apply so count outs and disqualifications
do count. Remember, standard rules. Now shake hands and return to your corners.”
As Midnight extended his hand, Marshall replied “Fat
chance of that. Been there, done that,
don’t need to do it again.” As he said
this he kept his eyes locked Midnight’s face.
Midnight dropped his hand and took a step backward breaking eye contact.
Just as Midnight stepped back and broke eye contact,
Byron signaled for the bell and it was rung.
Marshall looked over at Byron but was not able to say anything before a
fist landed squarely in his abdomen eliciting a grunt. This was followed by a forearm uppercut,
snapping Marshall’s head back.
Not giving his opponent any time to think or recover,
Midnight lowered his head and drove his shoulder into Marshall's abs, and drove
him back into the turnbuckle. Midnight
then stood and drove his knee up into Marshall's balls.
“Hey, watch the low blows,” Byron cautioned.
"Oops, my bad," Midnight replied as he turned
his back to Marshall, grabbed his head, and snapmared him to the canvas. He followed up with a couple of stomps to the
abs, followed by rolling Marshall to his chest and applying a surfboard,
pulling up by the arms, while pushing down with the foot. Midnight had established control in the match
quickly but it was still early.
Midnight dropped the surfboard and dropped two knees into
the lower back. He then walked to the
front of Marshall, reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled him up. When Marshall got to his feet, he was still
bent over. He reached up with his right
hand and circled Midnight’s head, ran his left arm between Midnight’s legs,
lifted and slammed Midnight to the mat.
He followed up with stomps to the abs.
Marshall pulled Midnight from the mat, flung him into the
opposite ropes, and on the rebound bent over and hoisted him into a
backdrop. Midnight grunted when he hit
the mat. Marshall went over, grabbed
Midnight's ankles, and pulled him toward the turnbuckle. He bent over, locked Midnight's thighs in his
arms, and then lifted Midnight up while falling backward. Midnight flew up, over Marshall, and slammed
chest first into the top turnbuckle. His
chin also impacted the area. He
staggered back from the blow, where he felt hands grasp around his waist, lift
him up and drop him in a suplex.
Marshall pulled Midnight from the mat, flinging him
across the ring into the turnbuckle.
Marshall followed up by charging across the ring and slamming back first
into a trapped Midnight. When Marshall
stepped forward, Midnight fell to the mat and immediately rolled under the
rope, and dropped to the floor.
Marshall followed him out of the ring, ignoring Byron’s
attempts to stop him. He rounded the
corner aiming for Midnight, but as soon as he turned the corner, he was met by
a foot into the abs, followed by a clothesline slamming him to the thin mat on
the arena floor.
Midnight quickly pulled Marshall to his feet and rammed
his head into the nearest corner ring post.
He then grabbed Marshall charged down the ringside and slammed his head,
again, into the second ring post. He
repeated the maneuver to the third ring post and would have gone for the fourth
but Marshall became impossible to hold up after the third slam. Also, Byron was getting toward 10 on his
count, so he rolled back into the ring to break the count.
Marshall slowly pulled himself to his feet, using the
ring apron to help him. Midnight rebound
off the ropes and charged toward Marshall where at the last minute he dropped
down into a baseball slide under the ropes aiming for Marshall’s head and
chest. Marshall saw him coming and
rolled to the side such that Midnight simply sailed off the ring apron and
slammed down to the floor.
Marshall pulled him up and delivered a powerbomb further
winding Midnight. Byron left the ring
and got between the two wrestlers.
“Goddamn it, get back into the ring before I disqualify
you,” he screamed at Marshall.
“He fucking started it,” was the reply.
“Well, I’m ending it!
Back in the ring now!”
Marshall complied and rolled back into the ring. Byron leaned over and helped Midnight to his
feet instead of starting a count.
“Back off the ropes, or this match is over,” Byron yelled
at Marshall as he assisted Midnight back to the ring. Byron crawled in first followed by Midnight
who slowly got to his feet.
“Let’s keep it fucking clean,” Byron screamed at both
wrestlers as he made sure that Marshall allowed Midnight free access back into
the ring.
The two wrestlers slowly circled each other before
locking up in a collar and elbow. They
pushed and shoved without either one getting an advantage until Midnight
quickly moved one of his legs behind Marshall's and then pushed backward
violently. This threw Marshall off
balance and he stumbled back into the ropes.
Once he hit the ropes, Midnight pulled toward himself as he dropped to
his back and raised his knees flipping Marshall over him and onto his back.
Midnight kipped back to his feet and delivered a dropkick
to the head and back of Marshall as he sat up.
This forced Marshall’s head forward and downward and in trying to
compensate he ended up flying backward and slamming his head into the mat. Midnight did a leg drop across the forehead
further forcing the head into the mat.
He then sat on Marshall's chest and began a series of
blows to the abs concentrating on the area around the umbilicus. After he had done that for a while, he
applied an abdominal claw with his right hand and reinforced it with his left
hand.
Marshall squirmed and got his hands up to grab Midnight's
arm, but was not able to pry the hold loose so he dropped his hands. Pulling his hands back and placing the palms
on Midnight's glutes, Marshall took a very deep breath and did a combination
bench press/sit up throwing Midnight forward and face first into the mat,
breaking the abdominal claw in the process.
Marshal reached down, grabbed Midnight by the ankles, and pulled him
toward him as he climbed on the back, locked Midnight's arms over his thighs,
and grabbed the chin locking on a Camel clutch.
He applied as much pressure as possible.
Midnight was able to pull his arms off the thighs, place
his palms face down on the mat and plank up, even with Marshall sitting on his
back. Marshall, keeping the chin locked
in his hands, stood partially off the back and dropped back down forcing
Midnight to the mat with a scream.
Midnight finally used his forearms to pull himself, and Marshall,
forward until he could reach out and grab the ropes.
“Man in the ropes, break the hold,” the ref called. Marshall dropped the chin, stood up, and
delivered a knee into the lower back.
“Back off until he is out of the ropes,” Byron called.
Midnight used the ropes to pull himself up before
Marshall wrapped his hands around the waist and attempted a suplex. However, Midnight was holding onto the ropes
and was able to resist the move. Byron
got to the side demanding a break, so Midnight slammed his heel backward and up
into Marshall’s balls.
Marshall gave a little scream as he broke the hold,
reached down and grabbed his balls, and stepped backward. Byron turned to see Marshall holding his
balls, but had not seen anything so he didn't say anything.
Midnight moved from the ropes, grabbed Marshall by the
back of the head, and rammed his forehead into the nearest turnbuckle several
times until Byron demanded he stop.
After the last slam, Midnight released the back of the head turned away
from Marshall, stuck his foot behind Marshall's ankle, grabbed the face, and
pushed backward tripping Marshall all the way to the mat where he slammed his
head onto the mat.
Midnight pulled Marshall to the center of the ring,
rolled him to his chest, and applied a single-leg Boston crab, applying as much
pressure to the back as possible. When
Byron was out of position, Midnight would apply a ball claw and squeeze as hard
as he could.
“My nuts, dammit my nuts,” Marshall cried but by the time Byron got into
position, Midnight had both hands on the leg.
“I don’t see any low blows,” Byron relayed to Marshall until he was once
again out of site and the procedure would repeat itself.
Finally, Midnight released the hold, stood up, and delivered
a series of knees and stomps to the lower back.
He then turned and posed for the crowd.
While he was posing, Marshall turned to his back, in spite of the spasm,
and when Midnight turned back to his opponent, Marshall pulled his knees up,
rolled onto his shoulders, and kicked his legs out slamming both feet into
Midnight's left knee.
Midnight screamed as he stepped back and fell to his
knees. Marshall rose to his knees and he
and his opponent began delivering a series of forearms and slaps to each
other. After the last forearm, Marshall
dropped his hand and grabbed a handful of balls squeezing as hard as he could.
Midnight screamed and tried to pry the hands off.
"Hey, no low blows, no low blows, break the
hold,” Byron screamed.
“Yeah, you were alright when he was doing it to me,”
Marshall responded.
“I never saw anything and I always call it, so break
the….” Byron began.
“Balls. Sure, I’ll
break them,” Marshall completed.
Having enough, Byron actually grabbed Marshall by the shoulders
and pulled him backward, causing Marshall to break the hold but not before
stretching out Midnight’s balls.
"Do that again and I'm going to disqualify your
ass," Byron said as he got in Marshall's face. Marshall ignored him as he got to his feet. Midnight was still kneeling on the mat and
hunched over. Marshall went to the side
and delivered a kick to the head, dropping Midnight to the mat.
Marshall exited the ring, grabbed the left ankle, pulled
it out under the bottom rope, and began slamming it into the ring post. Instead of just yelling from the ring, Byron
exited to the floor and pushed Marshall away from Midnight while screaming at
him to keep it in the ring.
“Sure, sure, whatever you want," he said as he
rolled under the bottom rope and back into the ring. He picked Midnight up, bent his left leg at
the knee, then charged into the turnbuckle leading with the left knee. He next strung Midnight up in the middle of
the ropes, by placing the left leg over the top rope, pulling the second rope
up and over the foot, dropping Midnight so that he was now handing by his left
leg with the pressure on the knee.
Marshall went to the side and began delivering a series
of punches into the knee, ignoring Byron’s admonitions until he started to count. He stopped at four and moved away from the
ropes. Byron unhooked the leg and
Midnight dropped to the mat where Marshall delivered a quick kick to the left
knee before sitting Midnight up, sitting on his shoulders and neck forcing the
neck to bend and pushing the face down.
He then reached down and grabbed the leg ankle pulling the leg straight
up. Midnight screamed as he was locked
into the Stump puller which stretched the back, the neck, and the quads.
Marshall used his free hand to slam some blows into the
left knee.
“Break the hold,” Byron screamed.
“Why, it’s legal,” Marshall asked.
“Because he is in the ropes,” Byron said. Marshall looked over and saw that indeed, he
had lost ring awareness so Midnight was able to grab the rope. Cursing, Marshall dropped the hold. Marshall immediately grabbed his opponent’s
ankle, dragged him further into the ring, and applied a figure four leg lock
with emphasis on the left knee.
Midnight began slamming his hands on the mat and
moaning. He reached for the ropes but
could not reach them. Suddenly, a figure
charged down the aisle, arrived at the ring, reached under the bottom ropes,
grabbed Midnight by the hands, and pulled him under the ropes dragging Marshall
along as well. Wiley, a fellow face,
came out of the audience and attacked Nick, a member of the Heel Faction and
the two began to brawl. Byron exited the
ring to try and break up the extra match action.
While Byron was occupied, Adam, a newer member of the
Heel Faction, slide into the ring from the other side, ran over, and dropped a
fist directly into Marshall's balls eliciting a scream and breaking the figure
four lock. Adam dropped out of the ring,
grabbed each of Marshall's ankles on either side of the ring post, and slammed
Marshall ball's first into the post eliciting another scream.
He pulled Marshall out of the ring, lifted him up, and
delivered a backbreaker. He did this
twice before ramming Marshall's back into the ring edge and then sliding him
back into the ring. Midnight had managed
to get back into the ring and was standing massaging his left knee.
Byron finally managed to get between the two brawling
wrestlers, separated them, and threw them out of the Arena. But he turned to get back into the ring and
didn't see both wrestlers mix in with the crowd.
When Byron climbed back into the ring, he found Marshall
trapped in camel clutch with Midnight pulling back so hard his muscles were
trembling with the force. Marshall’s
chin was pulled up so hard, he wasn’t able to alert the ref to the other
interference.
Noah, one of the rookies who was watching the action
through the curtain alerted some of the faces as to the interference, so they
gathered at the curtains ready to assist if needed. They did not enter now as it looked as if the
ref already had the situation under control.
Midnight finally dropped the clutch, stood delivered a
series of stomps to the back before pulling Marshall into the middle of the
ring. Marshall's back and his balls were
screaming at him. Midnight bent
Marshall's legs at the knee, pulled the ankles between his legs, and locked
them on his thighs. He then reached down and grabbed both wrists before pulling
up and getting Marshall into a swinging pendulum which put pressure on his bent
back.
As Midnight was doing this, he was having some problems
because of his left knee was a little unstable.
As Marshall was swinging,
increasing the pressure on his back, he was able to twist enough to run into
the left knee. Each time he did Midnight
had a little more trouble staying upright and maintaining the hold.
"Do you submit," the ref asked?
“No, No,” Marshall
mumbled, not having the strength to yell louder. Midnight increased the length of his swing
and bounced up and down causing his left knee to become even more unstable. His balance was precarious and he was in
danger of not being able to maintain the hold.
"Do you submit," the ref repeated?
Once again, Marshall mumbled no in a low voice.
The ref stood up and signaled for the bell. “Break the hold Midnight, he has submitted,”
the ref yelled at Midnight. The wrestler
responded by dropping Marshall to the mat, hopping backward, and favoring his
left knee, after which the ref raised his hand.
"And your winner by submission,
MiiiidNiiiight," the announcer screamed.
Marshall raised up and said, "I didn't
submit." He turned and looked at
Wiley and repeated "I didn't submit."
Wiley jumped the barrier and hopped onto the ring
apron. The ref came over to prevent him
from entering the ring.
“The match isn’t over, dammit, he didn’t submit,” Wiley
screamed.
“I heard him give up, he submitted,” Byron responded.
"You're the only one who heard it because he didn't
submit, asswipe," Wiley yelled.
At this point, Wiley and the ref got into a shouting
match over the top rope. While the ref
was distracted, Adam, the Executioner’s partner, slid back into the ring and
with Midnight’s help pulled Marshall to his feet. Adam then locked on a full nelson, while
Midnight began using Marshall’s abs as a punching bag.
Seeing what was happening Sam, Liam, and Gordon, all
faces, came out of the back to assist Marshall.
They came down the aisles on the far side of the ring so that Byron did
not see them.
Sam was met by The Terror who came over the barrier from
the audience. The Terror was not a
member of the Heel Faction but was trying to be, so when the Executioner asked
for help he was more than willing. The Terror threw a clothesline across the
chest as Sam was almost at the ring which caused him to fall backward. However, The Terror reached out and grabbed
him by the hair and pulled him forward while slamming a judo chop across the
throat causing Sam to gag. The Terror then
DDT’d Sam down on the arena floor. The
Terror began raining blows down onto the upper back and head until Sam was out
of action.
At the adjacent corner of the ring, Quinton had just
cleared the aisle on his way to the ring, when he was brought up sort by a cord
wrapping around his neck and pulling him backward. Nick, a member of the Faction, after coming
out of the audience, had thrown a lasso over Quinton’s head and pulled him back
up the aisle. Once he was pulled back
into the Barrier, Nick turned Quinton so that he was facing him. He drove a solid punch into the groin of
Quinton hitting the head of his dick.
Quinton bent forward from the pain, and Nick grabbed hold of the head
and pushed down until Quinton’s neck was across the metal barrier separating
the audience. Nick then straddled the
head and push downward trapping Quinton in a choke over the barrier while also
grabbing Quinton’s wrists and pulling upward.
Nick held the hold against Quinton’s struggles until Quinton's movements
slowed. He then leaped over the barrier,
wrapped his arms around Quinton's waist, lifted him up, and dropped him back in
a suplex, slamming the back of Quinton’s head into the thinly padded arena
floor. Quinton passed out and he was
neutralized.
Working together, The Terror and Nick pulled Sam up onto
the ring apron, trapped his arms between the first and second ropes, and used
some duct tape to secure the wrists to the rope. A piece of duct tape was then secured over
the mouth. They repeated the same with
Quinton on another side of the ring. Two
of the faces were now tied in the ropes on the ring apron out of sight of the
ref.
Liam, a recent arrival from Ireland, who had managed to
get around Quinton and Nick and get almost to the ring was tackled from the
side by Gordon, another long-time heel.
Both wrestlers slammed into the arena floor with Liam having the wind
knocked out of him as Gordon landed on top of him. Gordon turned Liam to his back, brought the
arms down by the side, then straddled Liam using his legs to trap the
arms. Gordon then began a brutal series
of punches and blows. By the time Liam
had recovered his breath he had already taken many blows to the head and neck
and was feeling dizzy but he was able to twist to the right dumping Gordon off
him. Gordon responded by kicking his leg
into Liam's balls, pulling Liam to a sitting position, and locking on a sleeper
until he was out.
Liam was then pulled up onto the ring apron and secured
as Sam and Quinton had been. The ring
now had three faces tied in the ropes facing the audience who were screaming and
booing trying to get the ref’s attention.
While the three faces were being taken out of action,
Wiley and the ref were still arguing, Marshall was still trapped in a full
nelson and Midnight was punching away into his abs with an occasional shot to
the balls. Suddenly, Wiley dropped down
from the ring apron and slammed his chin into it snapping his head
backward. While arguing with Wiley, the
ref had failed to see The Executioner come up behind him and pull his ankles
off the ring apron.
As Wiley’s head snapped back, The Executioner had locked
it under his armpit and dropped down, trapping Wiley in a dragon sleeper. The blow to the chin had taken quite a bit
out of him.
In the locker room, the door opened and Noah, a rookie to
the league and wrestling, walked in.
“How’s it going out there,” one of the other wrestlers
asks.
Having just walked through the curtain to take a look he
responded, "Match is still ongoing and under control. Marshall is holding his own.” The other
wrestlers went back to their activities, while Noah gathered his stuff and
exited the building before they realized that he had lied.
When Wiley had dropped off the ring apron, Byron started
to exit the ring to stop the action when he heard grunting from behind him and turned
back into the ring and saw the two members of The Heel Faction abusing
Marshall. He stayed in the ring and went
and stepped between Midnight and Marshall bringing a halt to the punches to the
abs.
“Knock it off or I’m going to reverse the decision,”
Byron threatened Midnight.
Stepping back Midnight said “Okay, Okay, don't get your
underwear in such a knot” as he threw his hands up in the air.
As soon as Byron had stepped between the wrestlers, Adam
had turned Marshall, still in the full nelson, to the corner and began slamming
his head into the turnbuckle which he did several times. He then released the full nelson, went to the
side, wrapped his hand around Marshall's throat, lifted him, and performed a
chokeslam to the mat. Marshall bounced
and was by all practical purposes out of it.
That didn't stop Adam from delivering one punch to the balls, eliciting
a grunt, before Byron warned him off and he slid under the ropes to exit the
ring. Midnight took the opportunity to
deliver another kick to the balls before engaging Byron in another argument
about tactics and the match being over.
Adam went over to where The Executioner had the dragon
sleeper applied, but Wiley had just managed to slip out of the hold. Adam kicked him in the head, slamming him
back to the floor. He and the
Executioner then picked Wiley up and performed a series of three double suplexes
until Wiley just lay on the floor, groaning but not moving much. Although the dragon sleeper hadn’t put him
completely out, it had sapped most of his energy. Wiley was pulled up onto the ring apron and
trapped as the other faces had been.
Midnight, seeing that the assault was over, exited the
ring where all the Heels joined together and lifted their hands in the air to
an overwhelming chorus of hisses and boos.
As Bryon looked over the ring he saw the four faces trapped in the ropes
and Marshall laying in the middle of the ring not moving.
As the Heel Faction exited the Arena, The Executioner
picked up a microphone and yelled, “Nobody fucks with the Heel Factions unless
they want to get an honest-to-goodness beat down.” He and the other Heels laughed as they
continued back to their locker room, smiling and congratulating themselves.
“And there you have your winner, Midnight and his, uhm,
uhm, cohorts exiting the arena while the faces have all been beaten and hung
out to dry.” There was a loud chorus of
boos from the crowd.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Byron concentrated on reviving
and helping Marshall, while the other faces were left unattended and trapped in
the ropes until several other refs came out to help. Many photos were taken and appeared on
various social media sites.
As they had been victorious once again, the Heel Faction
advertised this by posting many of the photos on their Instagram feed while
touting their superior abilities. The
Heel Faction had once again been victorious by cheating and had also delivered
a strong message to Marshall and the other faces, -- Don’t Get Involved!
Happy New Year and thanks for yet another great story. Loved, loved the treatment of the four faces being bound to the ring ropes and gagged with duct tape.
ReplyDeletePrior to reading this latest story, I reread its sequel. Such a fucking hot story, with so many things to love about it is well such as:
Marshall being forced into flesh colored trunks, two sizes too small; the security guards' using a taser to subdue him and a ball gag, chains and handcuffs to restrain him; and then the strapping of him in a seat and using electricity to torture and destroy his abs, all in preparation of him for his match with the Executioner. My load was lost half through the sequel.
Really glad you liked it. Mr. Gould Will be starring in several more stories in the future including several "prequels".
ReplyDeleteWriting is interesting. Marshall started as a one off character, and has become a continuing "star" in Mangler's world, including my two part epic. He wouldn't just go away!
The stories involving Marshall (in particular, "Marshall's Revenge") being "throw backs," in the style of some of the original Mangler stories is much to my liking. I find the brutality and intensity of them extremely exciting.
ReplyDeleteTotally agreed Tom. Since Marshall is so ripped and so muscular, he demands extra brutality since "normal" are for normal faces and obviously Marshall has built himself up to be super tough.
Deleteawesome new chapter in the UWA... love the chaos of the Face Faction members getting neutralized one by one and put on display... 5 faces down and the Heel Faction on the rise. Really interested to see if these side characters (Liam, Quinton, etc.) make an appearance down the line in the upcoming chapters you've teased... I particularly want to see if Noah - naive lying newbie that he is - gets any sort of comeuppance for his role in preventing aide from coming to the Faces' rescue. I am really glad to hear that Marshall has more adventures ahead... I know when we had last left him, he was about to embark on a mission of revenge, but I hope that revenge doesn't come too easily.
ReplyDeleteYou should know that in Mangler's world, nothing comes easy or goes to plan!
DeleteMy plan with Marshall was a one shot story and then back to Redneck Arena. But the options just became too great. I do plan stories involving the other faces in UWA, but Marshall and his nemesis The Heel Faction will be the main focus.