Frederik/Ronnie vs Ash/Kayden

 

[This story takes place after The Gould Brothers Take Charge.]

[Previous story  Frederik vs Ash, and The Rerun:  Frederik vs Ash II.]

 

Frederik /Ronnie vs Ash/Kayden

By

The Mangler

Once again, the Wrestler’s Gym was going to be the sight of a grudge match between two refs and two wrestlers from the UWA, with each team composed of a ref and a wrestler.  The events leading up to this match initially involved a dispute between two refs of the UWA.  The refs had taken their dispute resolution private, i.e., outside the purview of the UWA, by having a match at the local gym with a small audience.  Unfortunately, the first match had not resolved the issue, so a second private match occurred, which also drew two of the UWA wrestlers into the dispute, thus leading to tonight's match.  Once again, the participants had elected to have the match outside the control of the UWA.  The UWA had tried to dissuade the match from happening or at least have it within the UWA, but the fighters wanted more leeway than they could get with the UWA. 

The original two combatants involved in the dispute were refs Ash and Frederik, with wrestlers Kayden and Ronnie pulled into the situation during the last match –Ronnie as a willing accomplice and Kayden as an unwilling victim of the machinations of Frederik.  Due to all the bad feelings and demands, it was decided that the best course of action was a tag team match between the four.  Stakes had been made such that the wrestler who was pinned or submitted had agreed to kneel and kiss the foot and bare asses of the winners of the match with verbal admission that they were inferior, worthless human beings.

Frederik, who was mainly a referee, arrived at the gym early to get in some sparring to loosen up.  He was now in the locker room, changing into his wrestling gear, consisting of his usual black square-cut trunks and black boots.  While his partner, the wrestler Ronnie, was due at any minute, he had not seen any evidence that his opponents had arrived yet.

Ronnie pulled into the parking lot and parked in the “reserved for manager” space.  The space was surrounded on three sides by brick walls and was considerably “private,” which is why it was reserved for the manager.  Ronnie, however, was an entitled individual and did what he wanted.  Rules meant nothing to him in or out of the ring.  He exited his Jeep Cherokee and walked around to the back, where he removed his gym bag.  He was dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a tight A-strap t-shirt, which showed his muscles to an advantage.  As soon as the back tailgate had slammed down, Ronnie’s head followed and slammed forward into the glass, assisted by Kayden’s hand.

As Ronnie staggered backward from the blow, Kayden, a wrestler, leaned over and hoisted Ronnie into an across-the-shoulders backbreaker.  He clamped his left hand tightly over the mouth and his right hand over the bulge in Ronnie’s jeans and squeezed.  The jeans supplied some protection, but he still felt the squeeze.

Ash, mainly a referee, came over with both of his hands held in one giant fist and began a series of axe handle swings into Ronnie's abs, slamming in repeatedly as fast and as hard as he could.  Ronnie struggled until Kayden felt him starting to slip free, so he released both holds and dropped Ronnie to the ground.  As soon as he hit the ground, Ronnie was grabbed by the hair, his head slipped between Ash's thighs, and an atomic drop was delivered.  The move knocked him nearly unconscious.

Ash and Kayden, working quickly, soon had Ronnie naked and cuffed to the front grill of his jeep.  Because of the walls around the manager’s reserved space, it was impossible to see Ronnie unless one walked between the walls and the side of the jeep to the front.  And there was no need to do that unless Ronnie could signal for help so care was used to make sure that Ronnie was cuffed so that he could not get to his feet to show his presence over the jeep hood.  His knees had been wrapped together in athletic tape to restrict his movements further.

As Ash was getting ready to gag Ronnie, Kayden said, “Hang on one moment.”  He pulled out two little blue pills and forced them into and down Ronnie’s throat.  The gag was then tied tightly, ensuring Ronnie couldn’t make enough noise to attract attention.  Before leaving, Kayden gave Ronnie’s cock a couple of strokes to get his erection started.  The cock manipulation also caused Ronnie to start coming back to awareness.

“You know, you are such a bitch to abandon your partner before the big match.  That is poor sportsmanship, but then again, that is right up your alley so that no one will be surprised," Kayden laughed as the two wrestlers walked away, ignoring Ronnie’s increasing attempts to break free or his muffled calls for help.

Frederik was standing outside the locker room in his wrestling gear and on his cell phone when Ash and Kayden walked by carrying their gym bags.  Frederik shot them a bird as they walked by, but they simply nodded at him as they entered and began to get dressed for the match.

“Damn it, Ronnie, where the fuck are you, you worthless little fuck.” Frederik mumbled as his call was once again sent to voice mail.

The crowd was getting restless as Ash and Kayden stood in the ring, waiting for their opponents.  They were dressed in identical short, square-cut wrestling trunks.  In addition, Kayden had two bicep bands that stretched when he flexed to accommodate the impressive girth.  Ash stood at 5’8” tall and weighed 180 pounds, while Kayden was taller and heavier at 6’2” and 200 pounds.  Both were in good shape, but neither was super cut.

Cliff, who had been roped into reffing the match, finally exited the ring and went into the back to see what the hold-up was.  He returned a few minutes later and climbed into the ring.

He told the audience, “Frederik’s partner Ronnie has failed to show up.  I reminded Frederik that a forfeit was a loss for the purpose of stakes so he could either fight alone or come kiss some ass.”   The audience laughed.  “He asked about choosing another partner, but I informed him that is not allowed by the rules he agreed to, so he has chosen to fight alone.”

This elicited some cheers from the wrestlers and some moans and words of concern from Frederik’s friends, several of whom stood up as if to go into the back to check things out.  However, friends of Ash and Kayden prevented them from leaving.  Aware of what had transpired at the last match, the team of Ash and Kayden had ensured that they had an adequate number of defenders in the audience, which was still only about 30 people.

At Cliff’s announcement, Ash and Kayden smiled at each other as they fist-bumped behind the ref’s back.  This set out a large commotion from the audience as Frederik’s fans smelled something fishy and were trying to alert the ref.  But he simply didn't care.  Rules were rules.

A minute later Frederik, standing 5’11” and 185 pounds and about 15 years older, walked through the curtain with a determined look on his face.  He ignored the audience and swaggered down to the ring, where he was able to enter without any interference.  The three wrestlers were called to the middle of the ring.

“Okay, you guys all know the rules, and you know I WILL enforce them.  This has become a handicap match since Frederik’s partner didn't show up.  That DOES NOT mean this is a two-for-one free-for-all.  I expect legal tags, only one man in the ring at a time, and no outside interference. Is that clear?" Cliff demanded as he stared at Ash and Kayden.

“Very clear.  Beat the shit out of dumbfuck here one at a time,” Ash sneered.

“Except, of course, within our five seconds to exit the ring after a tag,” Kayden clarified with a devious smirk.

"Yeah, cheating is the only way you two dickheads are going to win.  I shall enjoy taking both of you apart," Frederik replied.

“Just keep it legal, everybody. Now return to your corner,” the ref told Frederik as he turned toward Ash and Kayden. “And one of you get out of the ring so we can get this show on the road.”

Frederik backed to his corner, not daring to take his eyes off his opponents.  Ash and Kayden had no such compulsions and, in a show of contempt for Frederik, turned completely around to walk back to their corner.

As soon as Frederik saw his two opponents start to turn, he stopped moving toward his corner.  Once Ash and Kayden had their backs turned fully toward him, Frederik took two steps forward and delivered a standing dropkick, with one foot striking each wrestler.  As soon as he left the mat, the bell rang to signify the start of the match.

The blows forced the two wrestlers toward their corner, banging heads together.  Frederik quickly got back to his feet, grabbed Ash behind the back of his head, charged him across the ring, and threw him between the top and middle rope to the floor below.  Immediately after releasing Ash, he turned back toward Kayden, who was stepping away from the corner and into the ring.  Kayden was sent flying into the turnbuckle back first as Frederik delivered a running shoulder block into the abs.  He grabbed the two middle ropes and used them as leverage as he repeatedly hammered Kayden’s abs with his shoulder until forced to stop by the ref’s count.  He stepped back into the ring.

The match was on, and Frederik had taken the early advantage.  He intended to show the two that he was very much a match for both of them.  Frederik stepped up to Kayden, grabbed him by the head, and snapmared him into the center of the ring.  Kayden landed back first and bounced as he hit.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cliff noted Ash coming back into the ring between the 1^st and 2^nd ropes.  He was immediately in his face as soon as he got back into the ring.

“Get in your corner,” he demanded.

“But..” Ash said as he tried to get around Cliff.

Cliff placed both hands on Ash’s chest and pushed in backward.

“No buts.  Get into your corner. Kayden is the legal man.”

Cliff finally pushed Ash back to the corner, where he exited to the ring apron.  He turned back into the ring, where Frederik had an abdominal claw with one hand and a ball claw with the other.  He charged over to the wrestlers.

“Break the hold, release the balls,” he shouted.

“Fuck off,” was all that Frederik responded, giving Cliff no choice but to start his count.  Just after he reached 4, Frederik released both holds, placed one hand on the upper abs, the other on the thigh, and lifted himself into a partial handstand before bringing both knees down into the abs.  Kayden had spittle come out of his mouth as he partially doubled up.

“Watch the low blows,” Cliff berated.

“We are beyond that,” Frederik stated as he stood and delivered several stomps into the abs.  Suddenly, Frederik felt himself being lifted into the air and flying backward before landing on the mat from a suplex.  Ash slipped back into the ring and executed the maneuver before Cliff was aware of him.  Cliff was immediately onto Ash and yelling at him, but Ash had already rolled under the ring ropes to the floor.

He reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Frederik with two handfuls of hair, and pulled him under the ring ropes until his head and neck were extended beyond the apron.  He delivered a series of elbow smashes to the upper chest before Cliff could exit the ring and push him away from Frederik, thus not seeing Kayden grab both of Ash’s ankles, place them under his arms, and fall backward, lifting Frederik until his throat contacted the bottom rope.  After Frederik fell back to the mat, Kayden grabbed both ankles in his hands, lifted them into the air, and delivered a leg drop straight into the groin.  He followed up by rising to his knees before delivering a closed fist to the balls.  He then pulled Frederik back to the center of the ring, flipped him over, and locked on a Boston crab.

Cliff had finally managed to get Ash back to his corner and re-enter the ring to check on the combatants. 

“Do you wish to submit,” he asked Frederik.

“Fuck no, but how about doing your job and preventing the ball shots," Frederik groaned out.

“Did you hit him in the balls,” Cliff asked Kayden.

Kayden just laughed and said, “Of course not.  I don’t wrestle that way.”

Cliff had no option but to accept that, as he saw no evidence of an illegal blow.   Tiring of the double-leg Boston crab, Kayden converted it into a single-leg crab, concentrating on the right leg, stretching out the muscles as much as he could.  Kayden then returned to the double-leg crab. 

Knowing that he needed to break the hold, Frederik summoned all his strength, lifted himself onto his forearms, and extended his feet as rapidly as he could, throwing Kayden forward so that he had to drop the legs to prevent himself from face-planting.

As soon as he was free, Frederik scampered for the ring apron, exited the ring, and onto the floor landing on his knees with his hand and arm resting on the ring apron.  Ash hopped down from his corner and went around the ring post, advancing on a debilitated Frederik while Kayden kept Cliff occupied in the ring so that he didn’t see Ash.

When he was reaching out to grab a handful of hair, Frederik launched a right fist with as much power and strength as he could, slamming the fist into Ash's balls.  Ash felt as if his nuts had been cracked as they were forced up against his pelvic bone.  The pain was so great that Ash wasn't able to say anything and simply dropped to his knees.  Frederik followed up the fist with a forearm across the upper chest, dropping Ash to his back on the arena floor.

Realizing that Ash had failed in his mission, Kayden sidestepped Cliff and ran across the ring where Frederik was trying to crawl back under the bottom rope.  When Kayden was in range, Frederik reached out and grabbed both ankles before sliding back out of the ring, pulling both ankles with him—this unbalanced Kayden, who fell to the canvas on his back.  Frederik maneuvered Kayden’s ankles until one was on each side of the ring post before yanking back, slamming the balls into the post.  He then began slamming the right thigh into the ring post.  He continued until Cliff neared the end of his count.  He released the leg and slid back under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Frederik attempted to reach Kayden to continue his abuse, but Cliff got in front of him and read him the riot act concerning the low blow and the out-of-the-ring action.  This allowed Kayden a little time to recombobulate himself and start to stand with the help of the ring ropes.  When he was nearly upright, Frederik charged.  However, he was not prepared for Kayden to turn toward the ropes and give a backward mule kick with his left leg, which landed in Frederik’s abs and threw him back into the ring.

Not wanting to give up the momentum, Kayden charged into the center of the ring and gave a picture-perfect football tackle as he slammed Frederik to the mat on his back while Kayden landed full weight on top of him, driving the air from his lungs.

Before Kayden pulled Frederik into a sitting position and locked on a rear chin lock, he removed the stretch band from around his bicep.  Looking past Frederik and Cliff, Kayden shouted, "That's okay, Ash, I've got this. I don't need your help."

Cliff turned to look at the side of the ring where Ash was pulling himself upright, although he appeared to be in great pain.  Kayden took the opportunity to slip the bicep band around Frederik’s throat and pull.  Frederik was now in double trouble.

Ash slowly made his way back to his side of the ring where he remained standing on the floor until his ball pain lessened.  When this happened, he pulled himself back up on the ring apron so that he was in his corner.

Cliff turned back to the two wrestlers in the ring.  He checked to make sure that Kayden did not have a choke hold, but the bicep band was up high enough that Cliff did not feel it.  After a few moments, Cliff realized that Frederik seemed to be having more trouble breathing than the hold usually caused.  Approaching the wrestlers and looking closely, he figured out the band choke.

“Break the damned hold,” he immediately demanded.

“Why?  It’s a legal chin lock,” Kayden replied.

“No, it is a goddamned choke, so break the hold NOW,” Cliff shouted.

Kayden complied, released the chin lock, and pulled the strap back over the head.  As soon as the strap was released, Frederik drew in a huge gulp of air while Kayden replaced the band around his bicep.  After releasing the hold, Kayden stood, grabbed a handful of hair, and forced Frederik to his feet.  He grabbed an arm and whipped him across the ring and back first into his and Ash’s corner.  Ash had seen him coming and had raised his knee such that Frederik’s back slammed directly onto the knee, concentrating the power of the move onto his lower back.

After impacting the knee, Frederik reflexively stepped forward, but Ash grabbed his hair and pulled him back into the corner, where he was met with a solid shoulder from Kayden, who had charged across the ring.  Kayden then tagged Ash, who regretted jumping over the top rope as the move aggravated the pain in his balls when his feet hit the mat.  However, that did motivate him to further abuse of Frederik.

Kayden exited the ring and applied a full nelson over the top rope, trapping Frederik in the corner and opening up the front of his body.  Ash took advantage of the situation by using Frederik as a punching bag, raining fists up and down his chest and abs.  He stopped when Cliff got between the two wrestlers and pushed him back.

However, as soon as Cliff turned toward the corner to help Frederik, Ash stepped around him and began delivering a series of boots into the abs.

Once again, Cliff pushed him back but said, "Touch him again before he is out of the corner, and I will disqualify you."  He then turned back to the corner to see that Kayden had released the nelson, turned Frederik toward the rope, and had his neck draped over the second rope and trapped between Kayden’s thighs, locking him into a choke using the rope.  Frederik was trying to pull away without any success.

“Break, one, two, three, four..” Cliff began.

Just as Cliff finished with four, Kayden released the head at almost the same time that Ash’s foot slammed into the abs, lifting Frederik’s body from the mat before he dropped back down and stumbled back into the ring, where he was met with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head slamming him down to the mat.

Ash moved in, pulled the right arm out perpendicular to Frederik’s body, and stepped on the wrist.  He then used his other foot to begin stomping into the bicep as well as toe-kicking into it.  He finished by dropping a double knee drop into the tortured bicep. He rolled Frederik to his front, grabbed the right wrist, and pulled the arm up the back.  He sat at Frederik’s head, locked his feet onto the shoulder, and pulled upward on the wrist as hard as he could.

Frederik screamed as he tried to arch himself to relieve the pain without much success.  Frederik finally had the sense to take his left arm, slide it between Ash’s ankle and thigh, and slam a fist into the balls.  It was not a full-strength effort, but it was enough for Ash to drop the wrist and pull away from Frederik.

As soon as Frederik felt the wrist being free, he pulled the arm down his back and rolled until he was at the ropes.  Unfortunately, he had rolled the wrong way and was on his opponent's side of the ring.  Kayden hopped to the floor, reached under the rope, and grabbed the right wrist.  He pulled it out until the bicep was centered over the edge of the ring.  He began lifting the arm up and slamming the bicep into the ring edge. He continued to do this until Cliff had reached a count of four.  He released the wrist and stepped back, ignoring Cliff's complaining about the outside interference.

Frederik’s respite, however, was short-lived, as Ash grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Frederik to his feet, and picked him up for a body slam.  Before slamming him to the mat, however, he pulled the right arm around the back so that he landed his full body weight on the bicep and the arm.  He pulled Frederik to his feet, grabbed his right wrist, and flung him toward the corner.

Frederik had enough sense to take his free hand, grab the wrist of Ash, and continue in the circle until it was Ash who was flung into the turnbuckle back first.  Fortunately, it was his corner, so he immediately tagged Kayden into the ring.

Frederik waited until Kayden had placed one leg over the second rope before he kicked into the rope forcing it up into Kayden’s balls, stopping his momentum.  Frederik walked in that direction and slammed a foot into Ash's abs, who was still in the corner, before locking Kayden's head under his arm and dropping backward, slamming Kayden's head into the mat.

Frederik pulled Kayden further into the ring.  Ash recovered from the kick and started toward Frederik, but Cliff intercepted him and began forcing him back to the corner.  Seizing his opportunity, Frederik dropped down onto Kayden's chest and locked both hands around the throat, choking him out.  Frederik had sat in such a position that he could see when Cliff started to turn back into the ring so he could drop the choke.  He pulled Kayden to the sitting position, slid around to his back, locked his legs around the waist, and applied a rear chin lock.  He squeezed with his legs as he pulled back on the chin lock, restricting Kayden's air supply as much as possible.  He was not able to get as much pressure on the hold as he would have liked, as his right bicep was screaming bloody murder.

After Kayden failed to get out of the hold, Frederik released it, slid to the side, face-palmed Kayden's face, and slammed the back of his head to the mat.  He quickly jumped to his feet.

“Look at your worthless partner now, Ashie baby,” Frederik taunted as he pointed towards Kayden, lying supine on the mat.

“Just lucky you asswipe.  Let me in there, and I’ll show you some real wrestling.”

“What a little bitch boy like you?” Frederik sneered.  As they had been talking, he had walked over to the corner.  Suddenly he lunged forward and bitched and slapped Ash across the face before dancing backward.

“Fuck you,” Ash screamed as he began to enter the ring.  Cliff was immediately on him, not letting him get through the ropes and forcing him back.  Once Frederik saw Cliff start to intervene, he immediately turned and went over to Kayden, who had managed to sit up.  He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Kayden fully to his feet.  He then locked on a bear hug, placing his hands low in the back.  He began squeezing and jerking Kayden around.

He looked over to the corner and saw that Ash was back outside the ring, and Cliff was invested in the action in the ring again.  Frederik then charged into the turnbuckle, making sure that Kayden's lower back slammed into the upper rope support.  As he released him, Kayden slumped down the turnbuckle until he dropped to his ass.

Ash reached over and tagged Kayden as Frederik slammed him into the turnbuckle in front of him.  Not making the same mistake Kayden had made earlier, Ash leaped over the top rope, landing on his feet.  As soon as his feet hit the mat, Frederik let loose with a roundhouse kick, striking Ash in the side of the head and knocking him sideways.  Frederik immediately followed this by charging into Ash and driving him back into the turnbuckle, where his ass slammed into Kayden’s face forcing his head back into the support.  Kayden slumped down almost out of it.

Frederik grabbed Ash by the wrist and slung him across the ring into the other turnbuckle.  He followed up by charging, planning on ramming his shoulder into Ash's midsection.  Ash, acting on pure instinct, anticipated the move so using the top ropes for leverage lifted his feet and upper body in the air.  Frederik flew under the legs and buttocks of Ash, between the first and second rope, and slammed his shoulder into the unpadded ring post.

As soon as Ash heard the clang of the shoulder against the post, he dropped his legs and ass over Frederik, turned around, reached around Frederik’s waist, pulled him back into the ring, and then up and over in a suplex, slamming a dazed Frederik down onto the mat.  Ash followed up by pulling Frederik to his feet, twisting his right arm behind his back, and then grabbing at the wrist and forearm, lifting Frederik into the air so that he was essentially hanging by his shoulder.  Frederik screamed at the pain.

Ash then dropped Frederik so that he was standing, turned him facing into the ring, and grabbed the right wrist.  Ash then charged to the other side of the ring, but nearing the ropes, he leaped over the top rope and dropped to the floor. He never released his hold on Frederik’s wrist, so as he dropped to the floor, he slammed Frederik’s armpit into the top of the ring post.  This concentrated the force of the blow into Frederik’s shoulder, and Frederik screamed as he felt as if his arm had been dislocated, even though it hadn’t.

Frederik tried to step back into the ring and away from the ring post, but Ash grabbed his ankles and yanked Frederik off his feet, under the ropes, and onto the ring floor.  He lifted Frederik so that Frederik’s upper chest was lying on his right shoulder.  He used his left arm to reach behind his neck, grab Frederik’s right wrist, and pull it across the upper back.  He then turned and charged down the ring until he slammed Frederik’s right shoulder into the ring post.  He stepped back, went around the ring post, and charged down the ring, slamming the shoulder into the next ring post.  He did this until the shoulder had been slammed into all four ring posts.

After the fourth slam, he rolled Frederik back under the ropes and into the ring, following closely behind.  He continued to ignore Cliff as he screamed at Ash for the outside-the-ring action.  Ash pulled Frederik up and draped him over his right shoulder again, but this time with Frederik bent at the waist.  He climbed up to the second ring rope, repositioned Frederik so that his feet were sticking above Ash's head with his head down, and jumped off the ropes onto the ring mat.  As he did so, he bent his right knee such that Frederik’s right shoulder slammed into the outstretched knee in a shoulder breaker.

Frederik screamed as his tortured shoulder felt the impact of the blow.  Ash dumped Frederik to the mat before pulling him upright again.  He again grabbed the right wrist and moved so that Frederik was behind him with his right arm draped over Ash’s right shoulder.  He then began raising the arm and slamming it down shoulder first into his shoulder.  Frederik grunted with each blow.

As he did this, he marched Frederik over to his and Kayden’s corner.  He passed Frederik’s right arm over the top rope, where Kayden pulled the wrist down so that Frederik’s armpit was resting on the top rope.  Kayden then began delivering a series of elbow smashes into the shoulder.

Cliff came over and got between Ash and Frederik in order to push Ash back into the middle of the ring.  Ash resisted so Kayden had more time to deliver his smashes into the shoulder.  Finally getting Ash into the middle of the ring, Cliff turned and began his count, demanding that Kayden step back and release the hold.  Kayden responded by grabbing the wrist with both hands and then leaping off the ring apron, pulling the arm down with as much force as possible, releasing the wrist only after the top rope had deformed downward. 

As he released the wrist, the rope rebounded upward, slinging Frederik’s arm over the top rope and back into the ring, where Ash grabbed the wrist and used it to drag Frederik to the mat before locking on a side arm bar.  Frederik slammed the mat with his other hand in both pain and frustration.  Ash rocked back and forth, applying as much pressure to the arm as possible.  Tired of this, Ash released the arm, pulled it behind Frederik's back, and used it and his hair to pull Frederik to his feet.  Frederik attempted to punch Ash in the balls with his left hand, but Ash saw it coming and was able to take the blow to his thigh.  He responded to the attempt by yanking hard on Frederik's arm, furthering the pain in the shoulder.

He marched Frederik over to the corner where Ash tagged Kayden.  As Kayden climbed to the top rope, Ash extended Frederik’s arm to his side and twisted causing Frederick to bend to a 90-degree angle with his arm extended out from his body.  Kayden leaped from the rope, slamming a knee into the shoulder joint and forcing Frederik to the mat.  Ash kicked into the shoulder three times before releasing the wrist and following Cliff's demands that he exit the ring.

Mimicking Ash from earlier, Kayden pulled Frederik to a sitting position and locked his legs around the sides before locking his ankles, putting pressure on the ribs and upper abdomen.  He took his left hand, reached over Frederik's left shoulder, grabbed the right wrist, and pulled the arm across his chest.  He pulled as hard as he could to stretch out the shoulder and cause pain.  He then began raining his left elbow down onto the injured shoulder joint.

“Do you wish to submit?” Cliff asked.

“No, dammit, no,” Frederik screamed, although he was in pain.  Frederik tried reaching back with his left hand and raking Kayden’s eyes but was not successful.

Kayden continued with the blows to the shoulder until it became obvious to all that Frederik was close to submitting.  Ash, however, had other ideas and entered the ring between the ropes, making a lot of noise as he did so. 

Cliff turned and saw him enter the ring and was immediately in front of him pushing him back toward the corner so he did not hear Frederik’s first submission.

“I give, I give,” Frederik said.  When there was no obvious demand to break the hold, Frederik screamed his submission even louder, but Ash was doing a good job of not only distracting Cliff but was making enough noise that Cliff did not hear the submission.  Ash and Kayden’s friends in the audience also contributed to the noise level.

With the second set of submissions, Kayden released the leg lock and dropped the hand.  He stood up, pulled Frederick to his feet, locked his arms around the waist, lifted Frederik up, and dropped him down across his knee in a reverse atomic drop, driving the balls upward.  Frederik screamed at the impact and staggered backward.

"Don't EVER attack my balls, dickwad," Kayden replied as he got behind Frederik, lifted him again in the air, and dropped him balls first over the top rope.  Frederik grabbed the top rope to keep falling off, which, unfortunately, was exactly what Kayden wanted.  Kayden dropped to the gym floor, grabbed each of Frederik's ankles, and pulled downward until the top rope deformed.  He knew that Frederik's balls were held tightly against the rope.  Holding onto the ankles, Kayden then charged backward down the ringside, sliding Frederik’s balls along the top rope. 

The screams coming from Frederik reached a new high.   This was enough to catch Cliff’s attention, who turned and saw what was happening.  He started toward that side of the ring while threatening Kayden with disqualification. 

Kayden released the ankles, and Frederik started to fall inward toward the ring floor, but he was suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted off the ropes as Ash took advantage of Cliff’s distraction. Ash lifted Frederik up into the air and dropped him down in an atomic drop.  After impacting Ash’s knee, Frederik stumbled forward and grabbed the top rope.

Cliff turned to get Ash out of the action as Frederik reached the rope.  Kayden hopped up onto the ring apron, grabbed the right wrist, and dropped to the floor, once again slamming the armpit onto the top rope.  Frederik felt as if his arm popped out of place.  He stumbled back into the ring and dropped to his ass, holding his right shoulder.

Ash exited the ring as Kayden re-entered the ring.  Kayden repeated his earlier hold of locking his legs around the waist and stretching out the right arm.  However, this time, he only managed two elbow strikes into the shoulder before Fredrik responded.

“I submit, no more, I give, please no more,”  he screamed. 

Cliff signaled for the bell and demanded that Kayden break the hold until Cliff felt himself being lifted into the air and falling backward on his upper shoulders and back.  Ash had entered and delivered a suplex.  Once on the mat, Ash slipped back out of the ring, grabbed both of Cliff's ankles and pulled them on separate sides of the ring post.  However, he only pulled enough to get the ankles out of the ring.  He then quickly untied both shoes before knotting the strings together, effectually tying Cliff’s legs around the ring post.

“Sorry man, shouldn’t do this to a fellow ref, but some retribution is in order, and I know you wouldn’t tolerate that,” Ash said as he crawled back into the ring and approached Kayden and Frederik.

Realizing that the two had no intent of breaking the hold immediately, several of Frederik’s friends tried to approach the ring but were held back by the other audience members who wanted to see what was going to happen.

Kayden held the arm but had stopped the elbows when Ash approached and dropped down in front of Frederik.  He grabbed him by the chin and lifted it upward.

“What’s your name, you sorry piece of shit,” Ash demanded.

“Frederik,” was the reply, which was immediately met by an elbow slamming down into his shoulder.

“What is your name?”

“Frederik.”  Elbow slam.

“What is your name?”

“Frederik.”  Elbow slam.

“What is your name?”

"Freddy," came the reply, as he knew the torture wouldn't stop until he did so.  As much as he HATED the name Freddy, he knew he had to concede the point.

“And what do you want everyone to call you from here on out?”  Ash asked.

“Freder…..” elbow smash, “Freddy, Freddy.  I want everyone to call me Freddy,” he screamed.

Ash nodded at Kayden, who then released both holds, and Freddy fell back to the mat, bringing his left arm up to grab his right shoulder. Once he was supine on the mat, Ash untied his trunks and pulled the trunks, and the jock strap off, leaving Freddy lying naked in the ring except for his boots.  Many in the audience were getting a little uncomfortable as to where this was heading.

Once the trunks were off, Ash looked over towards Cliff, who appeared to be close to getting his shoes untangled.  He nodded at Kayden, and the two of them moved over to Cliff.  They each grabbed an arm and pulled it behind Cliff’s back.  Each arm was then inserted into Freddy’s trunks and out the leg hole.  The trunks were pulled as high up the arms as they could be, essentially trapping Cliff’s hands behind his back.  He could no longer work at untying his shoes.

“Nothing personal, Cliff,” Kayden said.

“Fuck both of you.  You goddamned mother fuckers are going to pay for this,” he screamed. 

“Well, we tried to be nice about it," Ash said as he forced Freddy's jockstrap into Cliff's mouth and used the straps to tie it in place.  He then reached down and pulled the bottom of Cliff’s ref jersey up and over the back of his head.

Ash reached down and rubbed the hairy muscular chest.  “I knew there was something worthwhile under there.”  He gave one nipple a vigorous twist.

The two then turned toward Freddy, who seemed to be recovering somewhat.

Kayden went over and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Freddy to his feet.  He then locked his hands around the waist, lifted Freddy up into the air, and deposited him over the ropes so that he was standing on the ring apron alongside Ash, who had also exited the ring. 

Once his feet hit the apron, Kayden released him, and both he and Ash grabbed an arm, spread it out along the top rope, and then pulled the second rope up and crossed the two. Freddy was now trapped between the first two ropes.

Kayden exited to the apron as Ash grabbed the left leg and bent it at the knee.  Kayden reached over, untied the boot's laces, and pulled them up.  He then knotted them around Freddy's balls.  When Ash dropped the leg, the weight of the leg was pulling down on Freddy's balls, and he screamed.  The two wrestlers then repeated the maneuver on the right leg.  Now Freddy was trapped in the ropes with his entire body weight pulling downward, exacerbating the pain in the shoulder at the same time the two boots were pulling downward on his abused balls.

His two opponents leaped from the ring to the floor and looked back at Freddy hanging there and begging for help.

“That’s a new one, but I like it,” Kayden stated.

“Yeah, I picked it from a friend who saw it at some place called the Redneck Arena.  My friend called it “the Tim” after a wrestler who always seems to end up in that predicament.”

Both wrestlers laughed and high-fived each other as they exited the ring, leaving Frederik tied up naked in the ropes and with Cliff tied around the corner ring post, his pulled-up ref’s jersey revealing a very muscular, sexy, and hairy chest.

Once in the back, the two changed into jeans and leather jackets – no shirts.   By the time they exited the locker room, most of the crowd had left.  They looked in and saw one of the gym managers trying to free Cliff from the corner while Freddy's friends were trying to untie the shoelaces.  It looked like they were causing more pain than helping.  Ash and Kayden laughed as they exited the gym.

As they approached their SUV, Kayden turned to Ash and said, “We probably should help out Ronnie over there, shouldn’t we?”

“No, we shouldn’t,” Ash replied.  He took about three more steps before sighing and turning in the direction of the Jeep.  “Well, yeah, I guess we do.  I mean, he is a fucking douche for hooking up with Freddy and deserved what he got, but yeah, I guess we do.”

They walked over to the manager's parking spot and around to the front of the jeep.  Ronnie was, of course, still sitting there with a look of murder in his eyes. His cock was still rock hard, thanks to the Viagra he had been given.  Seeing Ash and Kayden come around the car, he began screaming into his jock gag, but nothing intelligible came out.

Ash and Kayden set about freeing him from all his bondage except the cuffs and the gag.

“Now, you are going to behave so we can release you, aren’t you?” Ash asked as he removed the jock gag.

“I’m going to beat the ever-loving fuck out of the both of you. That is what I am going to do.  You goddamned, cheating ass, worthless fucks are going to get what you fucking deserve!" was the response.

Ash and Kayden just looked at each other.

Kayden took out the keys to the cuff and dropped them on the ground just out of the reach of Ronnie’s feet. 

“We were going to be ‘nice’ and release you, but since you are such a fucking dick, you can find someone else to do it,” Kayden said.  Kayden slapped a palm into the balls before the two wrestlers turned and walked away to a screaming and demanding Ronnie.

After finally being freed from the ropes, Freddy limped back to the lounge, slipped on a pair of sweatpants, grabbed his gym bag, and stormed out of the building.  As he exited the door at the rear of the building, he heard screaming for help.  He walked over and found a naked Ronnie still cuffed to the grill of his jeep with his rock-hard cock pointing up his abs.

“Where the fuck were you?” Freddy demanded.

“Where the fuck does it look like I was asshole?  Those two cheating bastards ambushed me and left me here.  And all because I agreed to help your motherfucking worthless ass.  You are a piece of shit and certainly not worth this!”

Laughing, Freddy picked up the keys to the cuffs and started to walk away.  "You really are a dumb fuck.  Not a good idea to insult the only guy around to help you out."  He continued to walk away despite the screaming and yelling which was getting more frantic.

Freddy walked across the street and into the gay leather bar called The Eagle.  His entrance caught the attention of several of the patrons as he was dressed in wrestling boots and sweat pants and nothing else.  He looked for the biggest, meanest-looking guy he could find and walked over.  The guy was 6'5" tall, weighed about 280 pounds, and had a hairy chest under his leather vest.  Freddy held out the cuff keys and dropped them into the guy’s outstretched hand.

"There's a horny guy across the street looking for some action.  Why don't you and a couple of your friends go pick him up and bring him back to the back room?  Just ignore his protests.  He is a little unsure about doing this, but his cock tells a different story."

Freddy went over to his truck and got into the front seat.  He sat there and watched as the guys from the leather bar walked over and “freed” Ronnie from the grill of the trunk, only to cuff his hands behind his back.  They ignored his protests as they led him back to the bar by his hard cock, which told them he liked what was happening.  Ronnie had a most memorable night and also moved three people to the top of his ‘revenge’ list.  He also became a regular and popular visitor to the Eagle.

Freddy started his truck and drove off.  About halfway down the block he cursed and did a U-turn and headed in the opposite direction.  He parked at the curb and stared at the house. He could see people moving about behind the curtains.  Several times, he almost drove away but ultimately decided not to. Finally, he got out of the driver’s seat and went around to the passenger side of the car. 

He stood there for a long moment before finally stripping off his sweats, socks, and shoes. Once he was totally naked, he closed the door, hearing the lock engage.  He was aware that he was fully visible to anyone who could see him, and that just increased his anxiety level and his level of hardness.  Once on the front porch, he dropped to his knees, dropped the car keys in front of him, and rang the doorbell.  He then placed his hands behind his back and looked down at the porch.

After what seemed like an eternity, he rang the bell again before the door opened, spilling the light from the house and fully illuminating Freddy, kneeling naked on the porch with his hands behind his back, staring down at the ground.

“Well, well, who do we have here?” Ash asked, still dressed in jeans and his leather jacket.

“Freder… Freddy, Sir. You have Freddy here.”

“Hey Kayden, I think tonight’s entertainment is here,” Ash announced over his shoulder.

Kayden approached the door and said, “Well damn.  Looks like we get to do those things we wanted to down at the gym but couldn’t.”

“Well, that and maybe some more,” Ash said.

For what seemed like forever the trio was frozen there, Freddy kneeling on the porch with Ash and Kayden standing in the doorway looking down.  Freddy was starting to get nervous.

“Looks like someone is having some fun tonight,” shouted a guy as he walked his dog by the house.

Ash looked up at him and said, “Hey, James.  Well, SOME of us are going to have fun tonight.  Others probably not so much.  I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”

“I’d be more interested in what gets "filled in" tonight," James laughed as he continued on his way.  His dog barked in agreement.

Kayden looked down and said, "You agree to do what you're told, then crawl into the house.  If not, pick up your keys and crawl back to your truck.  Freddy boy.”

Without hesitation, Freddy dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the house.  Kayden kicked the car keys into the bushes and slammed the door.  To Freddy, it sounded like a gunshot, and his cock jerked.

As a condition for future play time with Ash and Kayden, Frederik disappeared from the wrestling scene to be replaced by Freddy.  Every time he was called that he hated it, but knew he would have to earn the right to be called Frederik back.  But right now, he was having too much fun, especially with Ash.  But someday.