[This is vintage Mangler. As such, it is more intense and more violent than some of my more recent offerings. Hope you enjoy it.]
Montgomery vs. Scum
By
The
Mangler
To say there was
no love lost between the two combatants for the next match would be the
understatement of the century. These two
had battled it out in almost every conceivable type of match and still had not
resolved their issues. Scum was
particularly known for rule-breaking and deviousness, but Montgomery had
learned and also had his fair share of deceit.
Scum had won most of the matches, not based on skill, but by cheating. Several matches had ended when the time
expired. Monty was close to winning in
all of these matches, but time “expired.”
Monty felt he was cheated in each instance – and he was. Time was called early, but Monty couldn’t
prove it.
Scum’s posse was
known as Skid Row Scum (see Champ’s Mistake) and contained him and two
of his fellow skinheads, Skid and Row. Montgomery
was initially a solitary wrestler (why did it take so long for faces to figure
out they needed backup?) but had recently been backed up by some other faces
trying to slow down Skid Row Scum. In
matches against Scum, Monty was more willing to use heel tactics.
Tonight’s match
was the culmination of all that animosity and anger, especially from Monty. He had decided that enough was enough, and they
needed to reach a resolution. So, he proposed
an “I Quit” match where the loser had to verbally say, “I Quit.” Pins and KOs did not count. The loser agreed to quit fighting in the
state unless the winner approved it.
Most “I Quit”
matches were no holds or weapons barred, and this one was no exception, but
with a few stipulations.
a)
Each wrestler was allowed to have one backup
at ringside.
a.
Said
backup MAY not get in the ring, touch any part of a wrestler that is in the
ring, or be on the ring apron
b.
Weapons
would be limited.
c.
Each
wrestler was allowed to bring one backpack to the ring, which contained objects
that could be used during the match.
HOWEVER, the wrestler had to remove each object from the backpack when
he wanted it. The backup could not
remove anything, and the backpack could not simply be emptied at the start of
the match. The only role for the ref was to certify the loser who said, “I
Quit,” and make sure the backup stuck to his rules.
While the two
wrestlers were very different in looks, both were skilled wrestlers who knew
the fundamentals but weren’t afraid to brawl if needed. Monty preferred regular pro wrestling, while
Scum preferred NHB or death matches – but he could win in either type, usually
by cheating or ‘heeling’ as he liked to call it.
Physically, they
were also different. Monty was muscular
and heavier, while Scum was thinner and more streamlined. But make no mistake, Scum was also strong and
in shape. Monty stood at 6’ ft tall
while Scum was 5’8. Monty weighed 220
pounds to Scum’s 180. Monty had short,
dark hair, while his opponent had long, scruffy, blondish hair. Scum was smooth-bodied, whereas Monty typically
had some hair outlining his chest and a nice treasure tail down to his pubs,
but all his body hair had been shaved before this match. Both
wrestlers packed out their wrestling attire well, trunks for Monty and tights
for Scum.
Karson was chosen
as the referee. As the enforcer for
K&K, a Tag Team in the independent league that included Al’s, Karson was no
stranger to rough-and-ready wrestling, so he was perfect to referee the match.
There wasn’t much for the ref to do other than accept the “I Quit” from the
loser and make sure the few rules present were not broken. At Monty’s
insistence, several “assistant” refs were scattered around the bar. The match
was also over if they signaled a break of the rules. Both wrestlers had chosen two assistant refs,
so five people were officially watching the action.
Scum was standing
behind the curtain with his two mates. “So,
are you sure you want to do this match straight up?” Row asked. “We can easily take out Monty’s refs and give
you the advantage.”
“Believe me, it
is tempting. But no, this time, I will
play it straight up.” He laughed. “Well, as straight as you can with an NHB
match with few rules. Besides, with my
magic bag here, he isn’t going to know what hit him.” As he said this, Scum jostled the backpack he
was holding in his hand.
“I know, but he also
has one,” Row whined.
Scum turned and
looked at him. “Are you saying that I
can’t handle this fucking punk playing by the rules?”
“No, but…”
“No buts. BY THE RULES.”
A similar
conversation was occurring at the other entrance to the arena.
“This is a pretty
extreme way to settle this,” Linus said.
“It is, but
otherwise, nothing is going to be settled, and I’m tired of this fucking punk
ass and his posse,” Monty responded.
“Besides, I have my little ‘helper’ here,” he said as he hefted his
backpack.
“Yeah, but he
also has one of those.”
“You sound like
you lack faith in me and my abilities?”
Linus
laughed. “Of course, I have faith. I’ve been on the receiving end of some of
your actions. I only remind you to
forget nice guy Monty and be brutal. It
is going to be required.”
“I know,” Monty
said as the wrestlers were introduced.
“Alright, you
vicious animals,” the announcer began.
The crowd roared their agreement.
“Time for our main event, and this promises to be a doozy. It will be an NHB, I Quit match with several
stipulations. The first is that the
loser has to say, “I quit verbally.” The second is that each wrestler can have
one person accompany him to the ring.
This person cannot interfere in action in the ring or cannot get on the
apron, and if he does, his wrestler loses.”
A large
contingent of the audience booed at this announcement. They wanted an all-out
melee, including the second or manager.
“The only weapons
that can be used must fit in a backpack and be brought in by the wrestler. Only the wrestler may remove items from the
backpack to be used. The assistant cannot. And finally, at Monty’s insistence, this
match has no time limit.”
“The ref for
tonight’s match will be Karson, whose only job is to ensure a verbal I Quit and
that the few rules as adhered to. He has
four assistant refs scattered in the crowd to alert him to any rule
violations.” This was met by a roar of
approval from the crowd.
“Alright, enough
of this chin-wagging. Let’s get the wrestlers
out here now. Come on down, Monty and
Scum. Let’s party.”
The crowd cheered
as the two wrestlers and their seconds came through the curtain from opposite
sides of the auditorium. Each was
carrying a backpack, which they dropped by the side of the ring before entering
on opposite sides. Karson was standing
in the middle of the ring.
“Bring your
seconds in here as well,” Karson said.
“They aren’t
supposed to be in the ring,” Monty said.
“I want them in
here to hear this,” Karson said.
The two opponents
nodded and signaled their seconds to enter the ring.
“Okay, as you
know, I have four assistants to help keep an eye on things. This is an “I Quit” match, which must be
stated clearly and verbally. Pins,
knockouts, and tapouts don’t count. The
only weapons you can use are those you brought with you in the backpacks. I cannot reiterate the next point enough. Only the wrestlers can get things out of the
backpacks. The seconds can’t. Also, the
seconds can’t interfere inside the ring and cannot be on the ring apron. Any questions?”
All four shook
their heads. Karson signaled for the
seconds to exit the ring, and once they were on the floor, he signaled for the
bell. The match was on.
Monty and Scum
cautiously approached each other and raised a hand, challenging to a test of
strength. They intertwined the fingers
of the first hand before raising the second and locking those fingers together. They began jockeying for position and
leverage. Monty suddenly stepped closer
to Scum, forcing his hands higher in the air.
Using his height advantage, he applied pressure and slowly forced Scum
to his knees. He next drove a knee into
Scum’s chest, forcing some air from him.
He repeated the maneuver before releasing both hands, grabbing onto the
ears, and pulling downward on Scum’s head while driving a knee upward until the
forehead slammed into the knee, causing Scum to jerk backward and land on his
ass on the mat.
Monty wasted no
time before raising his leg and slamming it into the upper chest of his
opponent, dropping him to the mat. He
followed with two stomps to the abs and a knee drop. He locked on an abs claw. Scum initially
tried to pry Monty’s hands from his abs but was not successful. Instead, he reached up and raked his fingers
across the face and eyes, forcing Monty to drop the hold and slide backward.
“Watch the eye….”
Karson began automatically. Remembering
this was an anything-goes match, he stopped midsentence.
Scum rolled to
his left and quickly hopped to his feet while Monty also got back to his
feet. They warily walked toward each
other when Scum suddenly leaped in the air and drove both feet into Monty’s
chest, throwing him backward and into the ropes. When he rebounded, he was met with both of
Scum’s feet in his abs, causing him to bend over. Scum grabbed each bicep and pulled while
lifting upward with his feet, catapulting Monty over his head and to the mat
back first.
Scum rolled from
his back to his front, used both hands to grab Monty by the head, and lifted
and slammed the head to the mat several times before Monty could free
himself. When he did, he immediately
rolled out of the ring, where he was met by Skid, who delivered a forearm blow
across the upper chest. He grabbed a
wrist and pulled Monty outward from the ring toward the crowd, but continued in
a circle, letting go so that Monty slammed into the corner ring post.
Before Skid could
do any more damage, Linus appeared around the edge of the ring to chase him
off. Unfortunately for him, he failed to
see Scum leaping between the first and second rope and slamming into his side,
forcing him into one of the metal barriers separating the action from the
crowd.
Skid and Scum
lifted Monty into the air and leaned back as if to do a double suplex. However, at the last moment, they jerked
forward, propelling Monty face-first into the thin mats around the ring. The thud could be heard throughout the
auditorium. As soon as Monty hit the
mat, Skid charged over the barrier and began bombarding Linus with a series of
fists. Linus regained his feet and
returned the favor. The two seconds were
battling it out.
Scum reached into
his backpack and pulled out a cosh. He
approached Monty and swung down with the cosh, intending to slam Monty in the
back of the head. Monty intuited what
was happening and rolled at the last second.
He rolled into Scum’s legs, so he grabbed hold and jerked forward with
his hands while slamming his head into the lower abs. Scum stumbled backward and hit the
floor. Monty followed up with a close
line, slamming his opponent back-first onto the floor. He quickly mounted Scum’s chest and began
delivering blows to the head and neck.
Scum dropped the cosh to put both hands up to defend himself. Monty reached over, grabbed the cosh, and
threw it out into the audience. He
thought about using it, but decided putting as many weapons as possible out of
play was the better option.
He stood, pulled
Scum to his feet, and charged him toward the nearest ring post. Scum, although
dazed, had enough sense to stick a foot out, tripping Monty, who slammed into
the post instead. Scum scooped him up,
drove his back into the post twice before slinging him back into the ring. He mounted the ring apron, hopped to the top
rope, and delivered a moonsault, slamming down onto Monty.
Linus and Skid
separated and returned to their corners, with neither one gaining an advantage,
but both beat up. Back in the ring, Scum
did a quick double pose for the crowd before grabbing Monty by the hair to pull
him to his feet. Halfway up, Monty let
loose with a fist directly into Scum’s balls, eliciting a scream. He dropped his hands to his crotch. Monty picked him up and performed a body
slam. Next, he pulled him up, placed his
head between Monty’s thighs, wrapped his hands around Scum’s waist, and pulled
upward until Scum was sitting on Monty’s shoulders crotch first, seizing the
advantage, Monty bit, Scum in the balls before proceeding with a powerbomb to
the mat.
Taking advantage
of Scum’s momentary incapacitation, Monty slid out of the ring and grabbed his
backpack. Skid thought about charging
around the ring, but Linus stopped that thought. Monty slid a leather cord from the bag and
rolled back into the ring. He pulled
Scum to a sitting position.
He pulled one of
scum’s hands behind his back and slipped a preformed knot over the thumb. He grabbed the other hand, pulled it back,
and did the same thing. Scum hands were
now thumb cuffs behind his back. Monty
pulled Scum to his feet, walked in front of him, made two fists, and began
using Scum as his punching bag. Scum
tried to twist, turn, and move as much as possible, but not being able to use
his hands to protect himself definitely meant he was taking a beating, and the
beating was taking a toll.
Seeing a way out,
Scum bent over at the waist and raised his hands. He quickly backed away from Monty’s fists and
against the ropes. As he did this, his
tied arms went over the top rope. Timing
his move well, Scum dropped down so that his weight was hanging on his
shoulders, pulled both legs up to his chest, and kicked out as hard as he
could, striking Monty in the chest. The
force of the blow knocked Monty almost across the ring, where he fell flat on
the mat.
Scum bent forward
and pulled himself off the ropes before approaching Monty and delivering a
series of stomps into the chest and abs.
Monty rolled to try and avoid the stomps, and when he neared the ropes,
Scum started kicking and kicked him out of the ring at Linus’ feet.
He dropped to the
mat and rolled out of the ring, where he presented his hands to Skid, who began
to unknot the leather strap. Linus was
preoccupied with Monty, so he made no effort to stop the action. Once the leather was free, Scum took it. He spoke to Skid, and then each one started
running in opposite directions around the ring.
Coming up behind Linus, Scum secured the leather cord around his neck
before pulling up and back, pulling Linus away from Monty. Skid started delivering a series of kicks and
stomps before picking Monty up, lifting him, and dropping his balls first
across one of the metal dividers.
Linus was still
struggling, but was losing the battle.
As he slumped down, Scum removed the leather cord, tossed it out into
the crowd, and pushed Linus forward, where he dropped face-first to the floor,
moaning and groaning. His face was
slightly blue.
Scum went over to
Monty, who was laying on the floor moaning as well. Karson stood off to the
side, talking to one of the fans. Scum,
with Skid’s help, pulled Monty up and delivered a two-person suplex, further
disorienting Monty. Scum pulled Monty up
and rolled him under the bottom rope back into the ring.
He quickly
followed where he picked Monty up, and sat him on the top rope, looking out at
the audience. He hooked each ankle under
the second rope. Scum assumed a similar
position on the second rope with his boots under the bottom rope. He placed Monty’s head under his right armpit
and leaned back into the ring. Monty was
now stretched out in a supertree of woe.
His thigh, abs, and back muscles were all screaming in pain. Scum drove several forearms across the chest
and abs before unlocking his ankles and dropping to the mat. Monty was still tied to the ropes.
Scum grabbed the
top rope on each side of the ring and drove several stomps into the abs. He stopped to yell at the crowd, and when he
did, Monty had the sense of mind to drive a fist into his balls, followed by
applying a ball claw using both hands.
Scum screamed in pain and instinctively pulled back, increasing the
pressure on his balls until the claw was broken. He turned, took two steps further into the
ring, then dropped to his knees.
Monty, in great
distress, managed to do a sit, returning him upright on the top rope. He struggled to unlock his ankles, but when
they were free, he slowly lowered himself back into the ring, where he saw Scum
kneeling with his back to him. Monty,
ignoring the pain, charged and delivered a clothesline to the back of the head,
folding Scum forward so that his forehead slammed into the mat. He was seeing stars.
Monty signaled
Linus that he wanted his bag, but was reminded that he had to take things out,
so he rolled to the floor, opened the bag, and took out the long, cylindrical
object. He crawled back into the ring where Scum was now laying face up. Monty pointed the object at Scum and moved it
down to his crotch.
Suddenly there
was a spark, and Scum screamed, “Shit, Fuck, Damn” as he rolled back and
forth. Monty had brought a violet wand
into the ring. He moved the wand up to
Scum’s right tit and repeated the discharge getting a similar loud scream. He repeated this on the left tit. Many in the audience were cheering, and
nobody failed to notice that Monty had a smile and a look of content on his
face. He was enjoying this. Scum managed to sit up and was scooting back into
the ring until he ran into a corner.
Smiling, Monty approached him.
“No man, no, no
that. Come on, man, you don’t do this
shit,” Scum begged.
Monty faltered
for just a moment, but he continued forward.
“I do for Scum.” He laughed. Scum opened his legs wide apart so that he
was sitting in a V situation, making his groin a perfect target for the
wand. Monty smiled as he stepped
closer. Unexpectedly, Scum lifted his
right leg and scissored it inward while also turning up on his side a bit. The leg slammed into the side of Monty’s
right knee, causing him to collapse to his left when the knee buckled. When he hit the mat, the wand was jerked free
and slid across the mat.
Scum got to his
feet and delivered stomps and kicks into the knee before walking over and
grabbing the wand. As he approached
Monty, he tried to discharge the wand, but all he got was a gentle buzz and
then nothing.
“Fuck it, it
broke. Guess that’s lucky for you,
asshole,” Scum said as he flung the wand out of the ring into the crowd.
Monty was pulled
to his feet and slung across the corner into the turnbuckle. This was closely followed by Scum slamming a
shoulder into the abs. Scum repeated the
move to the other turnbuckle. He next
threw Monty into the ropes, waiting for the rebound.
Monty rebounded
off the ropes and was met by a standing dropkick to his upper chest. The force knocked him backward, and he
bounced over the ropes to land at Linus’s feet.
Linus assumed a defensive position to protect himself.
Scum rolled under
the bottom rope on the other side of the ring.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a set of high-security
handcuffs. He placed them on the ring
apron near his corner. Scum’s fans
voiced their pleasure at this action.
Linus could not see what was taken from the bag as he was too busy
protecting Monty from Skid.
Scum charged
around the ring and arrived on the other side just as Monty had regained his
feet with Linus’ assistance. Scum did a
flying cross-body block, knocking both Monty and Linus to the floor, with Monty
landing on Linus, knocking the wind from him.
Scum landed atop
both of them, but he quickly regained his feet and pulled Monty up by his
hair. Monty fired a fist deep into
Scum’s abs, eliciting a grunt of pain.
Scum quickly backpedaled around the ring post to the other side of the
ring. Monty gave pursuit.
When Scum's body
blocked his opponent, Skid charged around to Scum’s corner, grabbed the
handcuffs, and headed back just as Linus got to his knees. Skid delivered a
running knee strike to the side of his head, knocking him back to the ground. Linus landed hard and was seeing stars. Skid grabbed a wrist and pulled Linus to the
ring post. He snapped a handcuff on one
wrist, pulled the other wrist around the post, and locked on the other
cuff. Linus was now locked to the ring
post. Skid stood up, threw up two hands
in a victory pose, and delivered several stomps to Linus’ back.
Skid turned to
walk away, but thought better of it. He
returned to Linus, grabbed the waistband of his sweats and briefs, and yanked
them down to his ankles. He slapped
Linus’ ass several times, leaving a red handprint, before returning to the
other side of the ring.
Monty had Scum
locked in a side headlock and was delivering fists to the forehead. He released the side headlock, grabbed Scum
by the hair, and turned to slam his head into the ring post. He never got there, however, as Skid came up
behind him and delivered a punt kick up between Monty’s legs. The steel-toed boot slammed his nuts up into
his pelvic bone.
Monty screamed as
the pain exploded in his groin. He
released Scum’s hair, dropped his hand to his crotch, and started to sink to
his knees. Skid grabbed him by the back
of the head and slammed his forehead into the edge of the ring apron. As Monty bounced off the apron, Skid locked
his hands around his waist, lifted, and fell backward, delivering a suplex and
slamming Monty’s head into the thin mats.
Scum stood up and
gave Skid a fist bump before he bent over, grabbed Monty’s legs, raised them
into the air, and dropped a knee to the balls of his opponent. The pain forced Monty out of his stupor as
spittle flew from his lips, and he jackknifed upward only to be met with a foot
to the chest from Skid.
Monty’s fans were
screaming at Skid and Scum for their double-teaming, but under the rules of the
match, it was perfectly legal, and Scum shot them an obscene gesture.
Linus finally
recovered and realized that he was bound to the ring post and was essentially
naked from the waist down. He began
screaming at the ref about Skid’s action, but Karson looked over at him and
smiled. Once again, nothing illegal had
been done. I quit NHB matches were
rough.
Skid and Scum
pulled Monty to his feet and then inverted him before dropping back in a double
suplex. Monty bounced when he hit the
ground and let out a loud groan. Scum leaped up and mounted the ring apron
before climbing to the top rope. Skid
grabbed Monty by the hair, pulled him to his feet, and walked him over to the
ring, where he bounced his head off the apron before throwing him back in the
ring, taking care that he wasn’t touching Monty inside the ring.
As soon as Monty
hit the mat, Scum leaped off the corner turnbuckle and dropped a leg across the
back of the head/neck, forcibly slamming the forehead into the mat. He shouted and did a double bicep pose when
he stood up. He pulled Monty to his feet
using his hair. Monty fired a fist into
Scum’s abs, but it didn’t have much behind it.
Scum locked the
head under his armpit, and charged across the ring before bulldogging Monty to
the mat, slamming his forehead into the mat.
He followed up by pulling Monty to his knees, locking his head between
his thighs before dropping down to the mat and slamming his forehead to the mat
again. Monty was seeing stars.
Laughing, Scum
regained his feet before dropping a leg across the back of the head. He did this twice. He pulled Monty to his feet, stood in front
of him, and drove his knee up into Monty’s balls, eliciting a scream. Scum prevented Monty from dropping to the
mat. Instead, he slid behind Monty,
wrapped his hands around the waist, lifted his opponent up, and dropped
backward, driving the back of Monty’s head into the mat. As Scum rolled to his side, he drove a fist
into Monty’s balls before regaining his feet and preening before the crowd.
Scum,
uncharacteristically, stood across the ring and watched as Monty slowly
regained his senses and used the ropes to pull himself to his feet. When he was almost upright, Scum charged
across the ring and delivered a forearm to the chest. The force of the blow
drove Monty over the top rope, where he slammed down onto the mats around the
ring. Skid was immediately on top of Monty,
slamming feet into his abs and pecs.
Scum leaped over the top rope and dropped feet first into the abs,
causing Monty to jackknife and sit up.
As soon as Monty sat up, Skid dropped behind him and locked on a sleeper
hold. Monty tried to resist, but the
beatdown in the ring had weakened him, and he could not break free.
Linus was jerking
at his locked hands and screaming at Karson about the double-teaming.
“It’s a
no-holds-barred match. What were you
expecting?” Karson asked. “You just got
outsmarted,” he added before laughing and heading to watch the action on the
floor.
Scum walked over
to his backpack, unzipped it, reached in, and pulled out an object which he
concealed in his hand. He walked over to
Monty and sat down on his upper thighs, facing him.
Scum waited until
he saw Monty’s eyes glaze over before he said, “Okay, break the sleeper.”
Skid dropped the sleeper but kept Monty’s head pulled
back onto his chest. He reached each
side of Monty’s head, placed his hands along the jawline, and pushed downward,
making Monty’s mouth fall wide open.
Scum brought up the item he had taken from his backpack
and began to force it into Monty’s mouth.
The audience couldn't determine what was happening with all the body
parts in the way. Monty tried to shake
his head, but was still too out of it.
Once he had the object in place, Skid pushed the head forward as Scum
passed some straps around the side of the head and across the top. Skid fastened these in the back and then
applied a small lock that Scum supplied.
Scum sat back, and Skid grabbed a handful of hair and
pulled Monty’s head upward. He now had a
bright red ball gag secured in his mouth.
Scum leaned forward and whispered into Monty’s ear, “Now
the fucking fun begins scumbag.” He
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Monty to his feet before ramming his head
into the nearest turnbuckle. He then
slid Monty back into the ring.
Scum gave Skid a fist bump before jumping back into the
ring. He pulled Monty to his feet and
pulled him back first across his shoulder in a backbreaker. He took his right hand, placed it in Monty’s
trunks from the back, and reached around and grabbed him by the balls. He began to squeeze as hard as he could.
“Ask him if he wants to quit,” Scum yelled at the ref.
“Do you wish to submit?” the ref asked.
All that could be heard from Monty were mumbles, but no
coherent words. Monty began slapping his
hand on Scum’s back as if he was tapping out.
“I think he is tapping out,” the ref said to Scum.
“Too fucking bad.
Only a verbal I quit can end the match.”
He laughed. The ref
shrugged. The rules were the rules.
Scum walked around the ring for a complete turn making
sure everyone saw what was happening. Monty’s fans were also yelling abuse at Scum
and the ref while Scum’s fans were laughing, cheering, and appreciating Scum’s
evil mind.
When Scum presented Monty to the corner where Linus was
bound, he screamed, “Play fair, you cheating bastard.”
Scum looked down at Linus. Laughing, he said, “I am fighting fair. If you've forgotten, this is an I Quit match,
which is NHB. Which means I can do this,”
he said before he jerked down with the hand holding Monty’s balls. The noise from Monty increased in volume but
was still jumbled and not coherent.
Before Linus could respond, Skid slammed a forearm to the
side of his head, followed by a pump handle between the legs. Linus screamed and dropped to his knees. Scum
laughed as he walked to the middle of the ring and dropped Monty to the mat. Scum lifted Monty until he was sitting on
Scum’s shoulders, facing backward. He
dropped Monty in a powerbomb on his back, his head bouncing off the ring floor.
As Monty was lying face down on the mat, Scum exited the
ring and reached into his backpack before pulling out a package which he handed
to Skid. Scum re-entered the ring,
grabbed one of Monty’s wrists, and pulled him until his head was laying under
the bottom rope on the apron. Scum sat
on Monty’s back, pulled each arm up and over the bottom rope and under his
thighs, locking them in position. He
grabbed under Monty’s chin and pulled up.
He had him locked into a modified Camel Clutch, and thanks to the ropes,
he had Monty’s arm locked completely out of the way.
Skid walked over in front of the two wrestlers, opened
the package, and laid the items on the arena floor within reach.
“Let’s make this guy look like the animal he is,” Scum
said down to Skid.
“Absolutely, boss.”
Skid held up the first object in front of Monty’s
face. Monty began making noises, but no
one could make them out, although the ref suspected I Quit. Monty was trying to shake his head, but Scum
simply pulled tighter.
Skid placed the tip of the object, which was a needle, on
the inside of Monty’s nose just in front of the cartilage. He was extra careful not to lean against the
ring. Karson, paying close attention,
appreciated the effort, although he probably would not have said anything even
if he touched the edge. He was
appreciative of Scum’s deviousness and wanted to see where this was going.
Skid slowly pushed the needle through the tissue until it
began to emerge from the other side. As
the needle advance farther along, it grew wider. This wasn’t the typical nose piercing
technique, but this one was designed to cause pain and discomfort, just what
Scum wanted.
When it was almost entirely through, Skid reached down
and grabbed a circular ring that had been gapped open. He attached one end to the needle and
continued pulling until the ring had passed through the septum. He removed the needle, bent the ring back,
and snapped the ends together. Monty now
had a 1” diameter ring pierced through his nose. A couple of tears ran down Monty’s face, and
guttural sounds could be heard coming from his gagged mouth.
“Looks like a farm animal now,” Skid said.
“He wishes,” Scum said. “Farm animals are treated more humanely than
this piece of shit is going to be.”
Scum dropped the chin and stood up. Monty pulled his hand over the ropes and
reached up to feel the ring in his nose.
He grunted when he touched it because of the pain.
Skid gently tapped Monty on the face and said, “You can
thank me later.”
When Monty shot a bird with his left hand, Skid reached
up and tweaked the nose ring, getting a high-pitched squeal out of Monty. “That’s my piggie.”
Skid looked up at Scum and said, “Something else to cause
pain. Not that you are going to need
it,” he laughed.
As Monty reached behind his head to see if he could
dislodge the ball gag, he suddenly slid under the ropes back into the
ring. Scum had grabbed him by the ankles
and yanked him to the middle of the ring, where he was pulled up and given a
suplex.
After three suplexes and one powerbomb, Monty was barely
conscious.
“Come on, Scum.
Put him out of his misery,” the ref begs while winking at Scum.
“Nope, he wanted this type of match; he got it. It’ll be done when I’m happy,” Scum said, and
he pulled Monty to his feet, lifted him up, walked over to the ring ropes, and
threw him to the mat outside. The ref
sighs, but there is nothing he can do. Monty agreed to the match's terms.
Skid walked over to Monty and rolled him onto his
back. Monty wasn’t moving much, as he
wasn’t even sure where he was. Droll
rolled down his chin from his ball-gagged mouth.
Scum slid out of the ring and walked over to his backpack,
removing what looked like several sheets of paper. Scum’s fans cheering overrode Monty’s fans
protesting his treatment. Scum shot a
double biceps pose to his fan, then walked over to Monty and Skid, handing Skid
two of the pieces of paper.
“You do the left side; I’ll do the right.”
Skid and Scum knelt on each side of Monty. Each took one of the pieces of paper and
carefully applied it to Monty’s outer bicep.
They rubbed the paper hard, making it stick to the sweaty skin. They repeated the maneuver with another piece
of paper on the impressive pecs of the downed wrestler.
After applying the paper, both Scum and Skid stood,
placed a foot on Monty’s body, and went through a series of poses. They stripped Monty of his trunks and
jockstrap, leaving him nearly naked.
Skid wrapped a leather cord tightly around the base of the cock and
balls before he began manipulating the cock and even leaning down and licking
and sucking on the head. Despite his
overall pain, Monty’s cock quickly stiffened.
Skid continued to work him until precum was dripping out of the head of
the cock. Despite the pain, Monty was
still a horny young man, and the work on his cock was done by an expert
manipulator. Once he had the cock rock
hard, another piece of paper was wrapped around the hard member.
Those nearest the action could immediately tell that the
paper was transfer paper, and Monty now had five tattoos on his body – one on
each pec, one on each bicep, and one on the cock shaft. Scum pulled Monty to his feet and turned him
so that his right bicep was toward the camera, which was projected on the large
screen of the auditorium. He pulled the
pieces of paper off the body.
Scum twisted Monty and changed his hold so that each
tattoo could be easily seen by the crowd, who laughed and mocked him.
The crowd laughed and shouted their approval. All the pictures that were being taken would
show Monty with a rock-hard cock that was dripping precum. The video on Pornhub would be seen millions
of times in the coming week. Scum walked Monty over to be nearer the
audience. He stopped in front of a tall,
muscular, leather-clad man who was holding a leash that was attached to a naked
slave kneeling at his side.
“Why don’t you describe the tats to Monty here since he
can’t see them?”
In a deep voice, the guy laughed and then began to
describe the tattoos to Monty. “Well,
boy, on the right bicep, it says ‘Property of Skid Row Scum.’ On the left bicep is a hard cock that is
ejaculating up onto the shoulder.”
Monty felt the pit of his stomach drop out.
The man reached out and pointed at each pec. “This one reads ‘Piss Drinking,’ and this one
reads “Cum Dump.”
Monty moaned in despair as the tats were described.
“And this one,” the man said as he pointed to Monty’s
cock “has block letters down it that reads ‘Faggot.’”
Monty had been clearly marked as a depraved slave. Scum and Skid forced Monty to his hands and
knees. Scum began manipulating the red
ball gag. Karson got close so he could
hear the verbal submission. However,
when the ball gag was removed, it was obvious that a piss gag had been inserted
as well, which meant that Monty couldn’t immediately scream a coherent “I
Quit.”
Skid, who had pulled his cock out, quickly inserted it
into Monty’s mouth and began face fucking him.
Scum went to the rear, removed his cock, and drove it balls-deep into
Monty’s ass. He was being spit-roasted
by the two.
Across the ring, Linus was screaming and yelling at the
two who ignored him. Suddenly Scum
tensed as it was apparent he was ejaculating.
Shortly thereafter, Skid also tensed.
As he ejaculated down Monty’s throat, he waved at the crowd. With the last jerk, he pulled his cock out so
that cum shot all over Monty’s face. The
ball gag was quickly reinserted, silencing Monty.
Karson had expected Scum to allow Monty to submit, but it
was clear he had something else in mind.
Skid and Scum put their cocks away, and Scum went to the backpack and
pulled out another item. He set it by
the ring post, where Skid pulled Monty over to the object.
Getting on his knees so that he was down at Monty’s head,
Scum leaned in. He placed his hand on
the object in the corner.
“This is a portable tattoo machine. Those tattoos that
were transferred onto you are only temporary and will only last about four
weeks. With this, I will make them permanent, leaving no doubt as to what you
are. Since you wanted no time limit, I
got all night to complete them.”
Monty shook his head from side to side in fear as he
grunted and groaned.
“You don’t like my gift,” Scum asked.
Monty continued shaking his head.
“Okay then, here’s another deal. I will not make them permanent, but only if
you sign a manager's agreement, allowing me to control all aspects of your life
and wrestling career for the next year.
In addition, you will be shirtless as much as possible, even in places
that make you uncomfortable. Giving you
those tattoos took a lot of effort, even temporarily, so you need to show them to as many people as possible.”
Monty shook his head no until he saw Scum reaching for
the device. He then vigorously nodded his head up and down in a yes
gesture. Either way, he was fucked, and
he knew it. Scum had won their battle
and their war.
Scum smiled as he grabbed Monty by the hair and pulled
him to his feet. Next, he forced Monty
back into the ring. He delivered several
backbreakers before hoisting Monty back into an across-the-shoulder backbreaker.
He locked one hand under the chin and
pulled down, while with the other, he grabbed the balls, squeezed, and pulled
down.
Monty felt like his back was being broken in two, and his
balls were being pulled from his body.
The ref stood by, helpless, knowing that Monty could not utter those
magic words, “I quit.” Instead, Monty
tried tapping on Scum’s back to signal he was done.
“Looks like he is trying to tap out,” Karson informed
Scum.
“Tough. I need a
verbal I quit,” Scum replied as he continued the hold. Finally, Scum eased up, bringing some relief.
“You ready to say I Quit, Master Scum?” Scum demanded.
Monty tapped on Scum’s back to show he wanted to. He knew he had no choice. If he said no, he knew that only more pain
and humiliation were to come. Scum was
counting on this.
He motioned for the ref to step closer. Scum released the pressure, then yanked as
hard as he could on the balls before dropping Monty to the mat. He walked over to his backpack and removed
the keys to the lock on the ball gag. He
pulled Monty to a sitting position and locked his legs around him with scissors
from behind. He signaled the ref to
bring the microphone over.
He unlocked the lock and released the straps. Before removing the ball gag, he whispered
into Monty’s ear.
“We have an understanding, yes?”
Monty nodded yes.
“You are my slave and wrestler for the next year, and you
show those beautiful tats off all the time.”
Monty slowly nodded yes.
Scum slowly started to remove the ball gag and piss gag.
“Don’t forget the Master Scum part, either.
Once the gag was out of his mouth, Monty moved his jaw
around to relieve some tension. Scum
locked his hands behind Monty’s neck in a full nelson and drove Monty’s chin
down to his chest.
Scum nodded at the ref, who brought the mic down to Monty
and said, “Do you wish to quit.”
“I mmgl; yes,” could be heard, but there were no clear
words. The Full Nelson was effectively stopping him from speaking.
“Just to show you,
I don’t need any bondage other than my own to control you,” Scum laughed. “Ask him again, Karson,” Scum said as he
eased up on the hold.
“I quit, Master Scum,” Monty said in a low voice.
Scum squeezed his legs and flexed his arms, and quietly
said, “Louder.”
“I quit, Master scum,” Monty said in a louder voice.
Scum squeezed again and said, “Louder.”
“I QUIT, MASTER SCUM,” Monty yelled as loud as he
could. Most of the crowd erupted in
approval with this announcement.
Karson signaled for the bell to be rung. Scum released his legs, stood up, and knocked
Monty to his back. He placed his foot on
his downed opponent and flexed as Karson announced the winner.
Scum nodded to Row in the audience, and he approached the
ring with a duffle bag in his hand. Skid
and Row slid under the bottom rope and into the ring along with the bag. The three placed a foot on Monty and
posed—the victors over their captive.
Linus screamed, “Hey, the match is over with, leave him
alone.”
Karson exited, walked over to Linus, and explained what Monty
had agreed to.
“That’s bullshit,” Linus screamed.
“Maybe, but that’s the type of match your buddy signed up
for.” Karson looked out into the
audience, where he noticed a couple of scuffles. Scum’s assistants were making sure that Monty’s
assistants didn’t interfere.
Karson turned back to a still bitching Linus. He stepped up close to him behind his back
and dropped his hand onto Linus’ butt.
One finger began to massage his asshole.
“Stop that, fuck off,” Linus said as he tried to squiggle
out of the way, but his sweats and jock prevented him from moving much.
“Oh, there will be some fucking done, you can count on
that.” Karson had always wanted to take
Linus but had never had an opportunity.
Now he did. However, he wasn’t
going to force it.
He reached around Linus and began to massage his dick
with one hand while the other began to manipulate the nipples. In a matter of moments, Linus was rock
hard. It didn’t take long until Karson
had Linus close to ejaculating, but he stopped or slowed down. He did this several times until Linus was
begging to cum.
“Beg me to fuck your ass, and I’ll let you cum,” Karson
gloated.
“No. Not going
to….” Linus began until Karson brought him close and backed off.
“Okay, okay, fuck my goddamn ass, just let me cum,
please,” Linus beg.
Karson gave him his wish.
He removed his cock, placed it at Linus' asshole, and buried it deep in
one savage thrust. Linus screamed
initially and lost some of his erection, but with Karson’s pistoning in his ass
and his expert manipulation, he quickly regained his hard-on. Karson was an expert at manipulation and
timed it so that both he and Linus ejaculated at the same time.
“Thanks’ dude, that is one hot ass,” Karson said as he
pulled out. He used both hands to
massage Linus’ won cum onto his body, his face, and his hair. He turned and started to walk away.
“Hey, man, uncuff me,” Linus demanded.
“Not my problem.
Besides, they have the key,” Karson said as he winked at Linus and
gestured toward the trio in the ring with Monty. He walked off, leaving Linus at the mercy of
Skid, Row, and Scum.
In the ring, Monty’s arms were pulled behind his back,
and his arms were restrained with each wrist attached to the opposite
elbow. He was dragged to an upright
position, where it was noted he still had a hard cock. The cockring was doing its job. Row pulled a leather collar out of the bag
and locked it on Monty’s neck. Studs
spelled out ‘slave’ on the collar.
Monty was helped out of the ring, and a leash was
attached to his recently installed nose ring.
He screamed when it first pulled down on the ring. Scum simply laughed. He took a pair of powerful tit clamps and
locked them on. Monty was then led
through the crowd, where hands explored every part of his body.
Scum heard Linus screaming about the keys. Scum pulled them out of the backpack, held
them up, and shook them so that Linus could see them. He turned and dropped them into Apocalypse’s
hand. Apocalypse was a friend of Scum
and had worked as an assistant tonight.
He and Linus were rivals and did not get along at
all. Apocalypse looked at Linus and gave
an evil smile across his face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Linus screamed in frustration.
“Oh, you’re fucked alright,” Apocalypse said as he
approached.
Under the terms of the match, Monty was not allowed to
wrestle in the state without Scum's consent – consent which he was more than
willing to give if the match were right.
As such, after showering and dressing, Scum had signed a contract for
Monty to fight in a handicapped match against a particularly vicious tag team
next week. Scum and his companions were
laughing loudly as they exited the building with a naked and bound Monty in
tow. His complaints about being naked
were ignored. Scum told him to get used
to it because that would be his primary state of dress.
Exiting the back door, the group ran into a large crowd
of Scum’s supporters. Many wanted
pictures with Scum and Skid and Row. They
were more than happy to comply. And in
each image, a kneeling Monty was front and center with all his tats in full
view. Those photos would go viral, and
Monty would become Twitter famous for all the wrong reasons. It was going to be a very long year.
