Marshall/Cumface vs B&B

Marshall & Cumface Vs B&B

By

The Mangler

In the Redneck Arena

“I’ll be damned if I ref that match,” Taylor said.

“What’s the problem?” the commissioner asked.

“What’s the problem?  What’s the fucking problem?  Did you see what those two sons of a bitch did to me the last time I refed for them?” Taylor asked. (see B vs B)

The commissioner smiled as he said, “Well, yes, I did. And the fans loved it.”

“Well, I fucking didn’t,” Taylor huffed.

“That’s not what it looked like to everybody else,” the commissioner laughed.  “Look, you are a ref in this league, and you don’t get to pick and choose your matches.  B&B were punished for their actions, and I seriously doubt they want to risk even more punishment.”

“Punishment?  They paid their fine with a GoFundMe campaign, so they don’t feel they have anything to worry about.”

“Enough.  You WILL referee the match, or you can find yourself another job.  And I have spoken to Brad and Barry and made clear they will not be allowed such shenanigans this time.  So fucking deal with it.  Now get the hell out of my office.”

Taylor stormed out.  He was not happy, but he would have to deal with it.

Marshall Gould was also not happy.  While he had gotten some revenge on Ash and Byron, he had lost, again, to The Executioner in a major squash job.  And in post-match action, he had been subjected to some pretty intense ball abuse.  Abuse, which he still felt.  As per the contract, The Executioner was allowed to arrange a match for him, and he had chosen to pair Marshall with Dan “Cumface” of the Redneck Arena and have them engage in a tag bout against B&B.

The match was going to be held at the infamous Redneck Arena because the UWA would not agree to host the match in spite of Walker’s aggressive attempts to have them do so.  He would be glad that he lost that argument.

This pissed Marshall off for several reasons.  First, he was still fairly sore from his workover by Ash, Byron, and The Executioner last week, especially his abused balls.  Second, he had never worked with Dan before, making for a less cohesive Tag Team.  And, finally, he was not familiar with the Redneck Arena.

However, after finding out his opponents were smaller and that the rules were looser in the Arena, he decided that maybe this would not be so bad after all. He would definitely enjoy beating up some smaller wrestlers.

His misgivings returned when he saw a cage enclosed the ring.  He also noted that the crowd was rougher than he was used to in UWA.  Those misgivings were intensified after meeting Taylor, the ref, and his partner Dan.  Dan had given him a brief rundown of some of his experiences.  However, thanks to his contract with The Executioner, he had no choice, so he would make the best of it.  Maybe even go a little to the dark side, as that seemed to be the theme here.

“Gentlemen, our first team is composed of a fan favorite, Dan, more commonly known as Cumface, and a newbie to the Redneck Arena, Marshall.  Many of you may have seen Marshall in UWA, where he provides a great body for the heels to destroy.”

Marshall looked over at Dan while listening to the introduction, who said, “Just go with it.  The announcer likes to stir up shit, so we mainly ignore him.”

They walked through the cage door, Dan first.

Dan, who has some Asian features, stands 6’2” and weighs 225 pounds. His body is tanned and very well-muscled due to Brice's training. Tonight, he wears a royal purple singlet, black knee pads, and wrestling boots.

Marshall follows closely behind.  He stopped short when he realized that the fans had several enlarged photos of him.  Two of them, he noted, were from the post-match locker room action after his loss to The Executioner.  These had been taken by the janitor, who was also in attendance at tonight’s match.

Marshall stands 5’11” and weighs in at a muscular 200 pounds.  Due to his 4% body fat, every muscle stands out, especially his well-developed eight-pack abs.  He has deep blue eyes that seem to see right through you.  He usually sports a crew cut but has let his hair grow out some, although it is still short. If you look closely, you can see some bruising on his abs.  If he were naked, you would also see some bruising on his scrotum.  

The two wrestlers are greeted with a wild combination of boos, cheers, and obscene comments.  The reception rattles Marshall a bit as he is used to being a crowd favorite.  He is a little flummoxed when he spies Walker, a league official in the UWA, in the audience. 

Marshall stops by Walker as he enters the cage.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“The league sent me over to observe the action.  Since you are under contract, they want to see what happens. And make sure you don't embarrass them.”

Marshall nodded his head as he walked to the ring.  He liked that the league had sent someone because that meant they could report if there were any shenanigans.

Dan sees Chad and Brice in the crowd, cheering him on.

Taylor is standing in the ring. He is dressed in standard ref attire: a black and white striped shirt and black pants. The shirt fits his muscular physique tightly—so tightly that you could easily see his nipples straining against it. The commissioner has specially made these shirts for him.

“Our referee for tonight's match is non-other than “Tits” Taylor!” the announcer yells.

The crowd laughs, hoots, and hollers while Taylor blushes and gives an evil look in his direction.

“And their opponents for tonight are two of the Arena’s favorite miscreants and two of Taylor’s favorite wrestlers, Brad and Barry, known as B&B.” 

As the two enter the cage door, the crowd goes wild with cheers and words of encouragement. They are escorted to the door by a masked, shirtless, and muscular escort who stops at the door.

Brad and Barry, twin brothers who were known as vicious fighters, were dressed in identical blood-red wrestling trunks with a white diagonal stripe.  They were 5’ 8” tall, weighed a very muscular, and cut 155 pounds.  They had been competitive gymnasts. 

After entering the cage, they jogged down to the ring and leaped to the apron. They turned to face the audience and delivered identical double biceps poses. They entered the ring, where they underwent Taylor's foreign body check.

“Tits are looking good tonight,” Brad says as he reaches one hand toward Taylor.

Taylor knocks the hand aside and says, “Not tonight, asshole.”

Brad looks at Barry and says, “Sounds like another night might be good.  We’ll have to make a date before we leave.”

Taylor splutters before saying, “Just keep your hands in the match and off of me.”

The four wrestlers stand in the middle of the ring as Taylor goes over the rules.  With the two teams standing facing each other, the height and weight differential is painfully obvious.  Marshall is now very confident in the match.

B&B starts trash-talking their opponents and swagger about until the four men are standing toe to toe with B&B, having to look up at their opponents.   Trying to separate the two groups, Taylor puts his hand on Marshall’s chest to push him back.  Marshall breaks eye contact with Brad and looks over at Taylor.

As soon as he does, Brad brings his knee up between Marshall’s legs, slamming into the balls.  The force drives the balls upwards into the pelvic bone.  Marshall responds by letting out a scream and bending forward as his hands go to his crotch.  Brad, meanwhile, turns around, places his right arm across the neck and head of Marshall, and takes two steps forward, pulling Marshall with him before dropping down to the mat, bulldogging Marshall’s head into the mat.  Taylor begins to berate Brad for his actions.

Seeing what is happening, Dan blocks Barry's attempt at a ball shot and delivers a forearm smash across the upper chest, driving Barry backward.  Dan follows up by pushing Barry backward into the ropes and steps toward him to suddenly scream and drop his hands toward his crotch.  As he had pushed Barry back and walked forward, Brad had risen from the mat and delivered a pump handle between his legs.

As Dan bent forward, Barry locked his head under his armpit and dropped down, driving Dan’s head into the mat.  Brad, seeing Marshall get to his hands and knees, leaps up and comes down with both feet in the middle of the back, forcing Marshall back down to the mat.

Meanwhile, Barry roles Dan under the ropes and drops him onto the arena floor.  Barry grabs the top rope with both hands and leaps over landing with both feet into Dan’s exposed abs, causing him to double up in pain.

With Barry and Dan now out of the ring, the bell attendant rings the bell, signifying the start of the match.  Taylor  jerks his head around to stare at the attendant as he yells, “What the fuck?”

The attendant smiles and points at the commissioner, who yells, “Do your job; the match is on.”

While Taylor is distracted, Brad pulls Marshall into a Boston crab but uses one hand to grab a handful of nuts and squeeze them, causing Marshall to scream. The Executioner had made sure that B&B were aware of the state of Marshall’s nuts.

When Taylor turns to see what the scream is about, all he sees is Marshall in a Boston Crab, and both of Brad’s hands are free.  Taylor quickly looks over to see what is happening outside the ring, and as soon as he does, Brad slams the edge of his hand into Marshall’s nuts, eliciting another scream.

Taylor is forced to turn away from the outside action to concentrate on the two “legal” men in the ring.  He knows something not quite kosher is happening but has not seen anything yet.  He walks over to ask Marshall if he wants to submit.

“Fuck no,” was the grunted reply, followed by a yell as Brad slid up the back and increased the leverage on the crab.

Outside the ring, Barry has ripped Dan’s wrestling singlet off the shoulders and has used the straps to entangle Dan’s hands behind his back.  He grabs a handful of hair, pulls Dan to his feet, and charges him down the ringside before slamming his head into the ring post.  Dan again drops to the floor, landing on his back.  Barry sits on the chest and delivers a series of punches and forearms to Dan’s head until he sees the eyes starting to look glassy. 

He gets off the chest and pulls Dan to a kneeling position before slamming his forehead into the ring apron, dropping Dan back to the floor and almost out of it.  Barry kicks into the crotch before running around the ring and hopping onto the apron in his corner, leaving Dan lying on the floor in his corner with his hands tangled in his singlet strap.

Once Brad saw Barry hop onto the ring apron, he dropped the Boston crab, spun around, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Marshall to his feet.  He grabbed his right arm, spun him in a half circle, and threw him into the corner where Barry was waiting.

Marshall landed back first onto the turnbuckle.  As soon as he contacted the turnbuckle, Barry reached over the top rope and brought his hands up under Marshall’s before locking his hand around the neck in a full nelson.  At the same time, he slipped both his feet under the bottom rope and in front of Marshall’s ankles.  He pulled his feet back thus locking Marshall tight against the corner.

Brad charged across the ring, dropping his upper body at the last minute and slamming his shoulder into his opponent's abs.  Both members of B&B were well aware of the abuse Marshall’s abs and balls had taken in his last several bouts only a week ago.  Next, he grabbed the ropes on each side of Marshall and, using them for additional leverage, repeatedly hammered his shoulder into the abs.

“Release the man and stop with the shoulders,” Taylor demanded.

B&B ignored him until Taylor reached the count of 4, at which point both wrestlers released their holds.  Marshall tried to slump downward to the mat, but Barry prevented this by wrapping one forearm around his neck.  With his other hand, he reached out and tagged Brad.

Brad exited the ring, assumed control over Marshall while Barry entered the ring, and immediately began delivering a series of knees and punches into the abused abs.  Once again Taylor had to count to get the wrestlers to release their opponent.  This time, Marshall did fall to the mat but did not remain down long.

Barry pulled Marshall to his feet and hoisted him in a cross-body hold.  He tagged out to Brad, who re-entered the ring and dropped with one knee extended and one on the mat.  Barry tossed Marshall’s body up and away from his body and allowed gravity to drop Marshall, abs first, across Brad’s knee.  He exited the ring.

Brad reached over his shoulder to tag Barry, who re-entered the ring and assumed the same posture. While Brad was doing that, Barry heaved Marshall back up into a cross-body hold and repeated Brad’s earlier move, dropping Marshall across the extended knee.

By this rapid sequence of events, B&B were taken advantage of the five count they had to get out of the ring.  They repeated this series of maneuvers five more times.  Marshall’s abs were on fire, and he could not mount any offense.

After the fifth drop, Barry pulled a hurting Marshall to his feet and threw him across the ring and into his own corner.  Marshall had enough sense to realize where he was and attempted to make a tag, but Dan was still struggling to free himself and get back into the ring.  Barry followed Marshall across the ring, delivering a knee into the exposed abs.

Barry stood back and allowed Marshall to drop to the mat.  He quickly looked to see where Dan was before he slipped out of the ring, grabbed Marshall by the ankle, and pulled him under the ropes and onto the floor.  He turned Marshall around to face the fencing around the area. 

He drove Marshall's chest and abs first into the fencing. Immediately, the fans in that area, all B&B fans or friends, began driving fingers and knuckles through the gaps in the fence, pummeling the abs as well as the balls. One fan locked his fingers under the wrestling trunk at the waist and pulled toward him to prevent Marshall from pulling back.

Taylor was screaming at Barry to get back into the ring, which he did on the nine count.  As he walked across the space, he delivered a kick to Dan’s chest, driving him back to the arena floor.

It took some time before Marshall could force himself free from the fencing and the fans. Once he pulled free, he stumbled backward and ran back first into the edge of the ring apron, exploding in pain across his back.

Barry distracted Taylor by trying to exit the ring so Brad could hop down and come around to where Marshall was just getting up from the floor.  Marshall saw Brad coming and lashed out with a fist, but Brad anticipated the move and was able to deflect most of the blow.   Marshall wasn’t so lucky as Brad grabbed two handfuls of hair and slammed Marshall’s head into the thin pads surrounding the ring.  He picked Marshall up and ran him back first into the corner ring post several times before depositing him on the ring apron and pushing him partially back into the ring.

Brad walked around the corner and kicked Dan in the abs several times before rolling him to his abs and freeing his hands from the singlet straps.  He dropped two knee drops across the lower back before returning to his corner.  He had freed Dan because they wanted him in the ring soon.

Barry pulled Marshall back into the middle of the ring and delivered several knee drops into the abs before sitting on the chest and locking a double-handed ab claw into place. He was very pleased to see that his fingers sank down into the musculature before locking on the claw. The abused abs were not at full strength and could not offer full protection.

Marshall attempted to buck Barry off of him but could not generate much force with his abs and core.  Barry decided to move on, so he released the claw, slapped Marshall in the balls, and sat back.

“Watch the fucking low blows.  One more, and I will disqualify your ass,” Taylor yelled.

Barry stood up and said, “You’re just jealous I’m not working your tits.”  As he said this, he reached over and gently pinched Taylor’s tits through his shirt. 

Taylor jumped back as if struck by lightning.  “Keep your goddamned fucking hands off me,” he screamed.

Barry laughed as he pulled Marshall to his feet.  He looked over at Brad, nodded at him, and then pointed his chin toward Dan, who was slowly struggling to his feet.  Brad dropped down from the apron and headed around the ring.

Taylor saw this and demanded that Brad return to his corner.  Seizing his opportunity, Barry locked on a ball claw, causing Marshall to scream again and raise to his toes, trying to relieve the pressure.

When Barry saw that Brad had reached Dan, he dropped the claw and flung Marshall across the ring back first into his own corner.  He walked over, grabbed the right arm, and placed it over the ring rope hanging down toward the floor.

Brad grabbed Dan and helped him to his feet. Seeing Marshall's hand over the top rope, he grabbed Dan’s hand, held it up, and slapped the two partners' hands together. A tag had been made.

After the tag, Barry drove several shoulders into the abs before bulldogging Marshall into the mat.  He rolled him under the ring ropes and dropped him to the floor.  Meanwhile, Brad delivered a pump handle to Dan’s balls before lifting him up and depositing him on the ring apron.

He looked up at a screaming ref, threw his hands up, and said, “Okay, Okay.  Get your panties out of their way; I'm going,” as he sauntered around the ring and back to his corner.

Barry walks over and pulls a dazed Dan to the middle of the ring.  He then delivers several knees to the chest and abs before grabbing the right wrist and pulling it out perpendicular to his body.  Barry places his left hand on the wrist and his right hand on the chest before he begins delivering a series of knee drops into the exposed bicep.  After this, he pulls Dan to his feet and flings him into Brad’s corner.

Brad immediately grabs the right wrist, positions the bicep over the top of the ring post, and begins slamming the bicep up and down into the ring post.

“Stop the outside interference,” Taylor screams as he begins to count.   When he reaches four, Barry reaches over and tags Brad.  Barry pulls Dan up and delivers a bodyslam while Brad climbs to the top rope.  Barry pulls out the right wrist, and Brad leaps from the rope, landing knee-first across the bicep.  Dan screams in pain.

Barry laughs as he exits the ring.  Seeing Brad place Dan in a sitting full nelson with his legs wrapped around the abs squeezing, Barry drops to the floor and wanders over to Marshall, who is still trying to gain his feet.  He grabs a wrist and flings Marshall's front side first into the cage wall.  He follows him and slams into his back, reaching around and grabbing the fence so he can trap Marshall against the fence.  Once again, the audience starts hammering the abs as much as possible.

Barry stands on his toes, leans in next to Marshall, and whispers into his ear.  Once done, he steps back and lifts Marshall into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker and ball claw.  He bounces up and down, getting a small scream every time his heels hit the floor.

Taylor hears the screams and turns to see the action going on outside the ring.  He moves over the rope and screams, “Break the hold NOW, or I’m disqualifying your ass!”

Barry complies, drops Marshall to the arena floor, and begins his walk back to his corner. As he turns around the corner post, he sees Dan come flying between the first and second ropes before impacting the floor. Barry sees Taylor  standing at the ropes, so he stops and throws his hand up as if to say, “I’m not doing anything.”

Brad comes over and attempts to exit the ring directly in front of Taylor, who naturally pulls him back into the ring and, standing chest to chest, forces him back to the center of the ring; all the while, Brad protests that “he isn’t doing anything” and slowly retreats.

Once Brad has distracted Taylor, Barry walks over to Dan and slams a few feet into the abs and chest.  He reaches down, grabs the waist of the pulled-down singlet, and proceeds to remove it, leaving Dan only in his jockstrap.  He wraps the singlet around Dan’s throat, sits on his back, and pulls, forcing Dan into a “modified” camel clutch while choking him out.  All the while Barry is listening to the argument going on in the ring.  When he hears Brad saying he will comply,  Barry releases the choke and takes the singlet over to the fence, where he feeds one of the straps between the wire, where a fan grabs it and quickly pulls through and out of the ring area. 

A skirmish breaks out among the fans for possession.  Barry quickly returns to his corner and jumps back onto the ring apron, where he grabs the tag rope.  When Taylor turns away from Brad, he sees Barry standing innocently in his corner.  Taylor warily walks over to the ropes, where he looks down to see a nearly naked Dan gasping for breath.

“What the fuck?” he screams as he turns to Barry.  “Where the hell is his singlet?”

Barry looks at him, confused. “What do you mean?” he asks innocently.

“He’s not wearing his singlet. What the hell did you do?”

In a shocked voice, Barry looks over toward Taylor and says, “Oh, my, his singlet is missing.  I had nothing to do with it, as I’ve been standing right here.  So, he must have removed it?”

“Why the hell would he do that?” Taylor asked.

“Who knows why anyone called “Cumface” does anything?  Maybe he was hot.”

Brad exited from the opposite side of the ring and walked over until he was standing over Dan.  He grabbed him and began pulling him when he suddenly grunted and stepped backward.  Seeing Brad walk up to him, Dan lashed out with his fist and connected with Brad’s balls.  He hadn’t intended to go low but just got lucky.

“Yeah, no low blows,” Taylor screamed.

Dan ignored him as he staggered to his feet.  He took one step toward Brad before Barry’s feet impacted him in the chest, forcing him backward until he slammed into the fence.

Taylor exited the ring to try and restore order.  He immediately got in front of Barry to protect Dan.

“Get the hell back on the apron,” he said.

“Fine, fine.  No problem.  I was just going to help Cumface up over there,” Barry replied.

Brad started toward Dan, but Dan recovered from the blow to the back and ran down to the middle of the ring before rolling under the ropes.   He heads for his corner looking for a tag, but sees that Marshall is just now recovering from the bulldog and is slowly getting up.  Suddenly, Dan forces Brad into the corner, slamming into his back with his full body.  Brad steps back, hooks his arm between Dan’s legs, and rolls him backward and down into a pin.

The ref is just now getting back into the ring, and by the time he gets over to the two wrestlers, Dan has powered his way out of the pin attempt.  Outside the ring, Marshall has placed his two hands on the ring apron and uses it to leverage himself to his feet.

Brad approaches Dan, who has managed to get back to his feet.  He lifts his hand as if to challenge to a test of strength, but when Dan follows, Brad spins around with a back kick, which lands on Dan’s bicep.  The blow is just enough that Dan staggers back a couple of steps, but, unfortunately, that puts him in range of Barry, who grabs a handful of hair and yanks Dan back into the turnbuckle.  He grabs Dan’s right wrist, extends the arm over the top rope, and drops to the floor, ensuring that Dan’s bicep impacts the rigid portion of the turnbuckle where the padding has gone missing.  Dan jerks back into the ring, favoring his arm.  Barry reaches under the rope and grabs an ankle, throwing Dan off balance, who falls to the mat, landing on his right shoulder.

The ref screams at Barry about the padding being pulled off.  Barry feigns innocence.

Marshall has finally attained his feet using the ropes for balance. Brad charges across the ring and drops down into a baseball slide with his feet aimed at Marshall’s chest/upper abs.  However, Marshall sees the move coming and can twist to the side.  With nothing for his feet to impact, Brad continues sliding under the ring but grabs the rope at the last minute to stop himself.  It doesn’t do him much good as Marshall swings his arm between the legs, impacting Brad in the nuts.  Brad drops the rope and slides out of the ring.

Marshall bends lightly to grab Brad in a bear hug and lifts him upward.  This is quickly followed by dropping Brad downward so that his balls impact Marshall’s outstretched knee.  Marshall follows this with a clothesline, slamming Brad onto his back.  He delivers two knee drops to the abs before picking up both ankles and spreading the legs.  He gets a devious look on his face.

Before Marshall can continue his maneuver, a pair of hands reach around, lock in his lower abs, and he is lifted and dropped onto his upper shoulders/ back of his head in a perfectly executed suplex.  Barry, observing what was happening, had come around the ring to assist his brother.  He followed the suplex by pulling Marshall to his feet and slamming his head into the ring post twice before allowing him to slump to his knees. 

“You should heed my advice.  This is the last time I’m telling you.  Stay out of the action.  We don’t pussy around like they do over there in the UWA.”  He steps back, lifts his knee, and slams it into Marshall’s forehead, knocking him onto his back, where he sees stars.

“Get it back in the ring, boys,” Taylor screams once he makes it to the ropes. He begins his ten-count. Barry tries to roll under the rope and back into the ring, but Taylor stands in front of him, preventing him from entering.

“You are not the legal man, so you go to your corner,” he admonishes Barry.

“But I’m trying, and you are in the….” Barry begins.

“Bullshit. You can get to your corner on the outside.”

Barry relents, rolls back to the floor, and walks over to his corner, where he jumps onto the apron and grabs the tag rope.

“Satisfied?” he snarks at Taylor.

“Yep,” is all that Taylor replies as he turns to assess the situation.  Brad is outside the ring, kneeling on one knee with his hand in his crotch.  He slowly returns to his feet while glaring at Dan.  Marshall is sprawled out on the arena floor,  while Dan, in the ring, is using the ropes to help pull himself back to his feet.

Dan regains his feet and steps back into the ring, facing outward so that he can monitor Brad’s progress.  Taylor goes toward the side of the ring and begins his ten count on Dan.  At about a count of 8, Taylor suddenly whips around and intercepts Barry, who has entered the ring and is advancing on Dan.

Standing before Barry, he says, “Not on my watch.  Get your ass back outside the ring and to your corner.”

Barry doesn’t even argue but slowly backs toward his corner.  Taylor follows him until he exits between the ropes.  He then turns to face the other side of the ring just in time to see Brad haul himself up onto the ring apron, for Dan to charge across the ring, drop his upper body at the last minute, and slam into Brad’s abs between the ropes. 

Brad anticipated the move, so he let go of the top rope at the last second and jumped back to the floor, with  Dan only making minimum contact with his abs.  As Brad dropped to the floor, he reached out and grabbed Dan by the back of the head, pulling his body downward where the middle of his abs impacted the second rope.  When Brad released the head, Dan rebounded upward with his back slamming into the bottom of the top rope.

Brad reached under the bottom rope, grabbed both of Dan’s ankles and yanked outward, knocking Dan back into the ring, where he slammed his head full force to the ring.   Brad walked down the edge of the ring, pulling Dan’s body into the ring with him.  Once at the neutral turnbuckle, he placed each of Dan’s legs on the opposite side of the ring post and dropped backward, pulling Dan’s ball directly into the post.

Dan screamed as the pain shot up from his crotch.  Brad quickly applied a hanging figure four, which compressed Dan’s balls hard against the ring post, compacting them with the weight of Brad’s body.

“Break the hold and get back into the ring,” Taylor yelled as he stood at the ring ropes, looking down at Brad.

Barry climbed between the ropes and grabbed Dan’s right wrist, which he pulled out perpendicular to his body.  Barry began a series of knee drops into the already bruised right bicep.  The pain was flooding into Dan’s brain from his balls and bicep.

“Hey, you get back out of the ring,” Taylor yelled at Barry, “and you break the hold,” he yelled at Brad.  Both ignored him until Taylor started counting again. 

At the count of 4, Barry stopped with the knees into the biceps, stood, and confronted Taylor.  “I’ve stopped, so what do I do know?”

“You get out of the goddamned ring,” Taylor yelled.

Barry just smirked once again and slowly started backing into his corner.  Taylor followed along, scolding him the entire way.  Meanwhile, Brad continued compressing Dan’s balls.

Finally getting Barry out of the ring, Taylor turns back to the action in the corner.  He sees that Brad has dropped the hold and is climbing back into the ring.  Once in the ring, he pulls Dan back into the ring, pulls him to his feet then picks him up for a body slam, making sure that the right arm is behind his back so that he lands on the bicep.  He reaches over, tags Barry, and then delivers another body slam.

Barry enters the ring and starts stomping down into Dan's exposed abs before pulling Dan into another arm behind the back body slam.  He drops down and applies a blatant choke hold, which he refuses to release until the count of 4.

Tayor gets into his face and scolds him for the move as he pushes Barry away from his downed opponent.  Taking advantage of the ref’s attention being elsewhere, Brad stretches under the bottom rope, grabs Dan by the ankle, and pulls him so that his legs are dangling over the ring apron.

Brad reaches into Dan’s jockstrap, where he pulls the cock and ball out from the side.  He reaches down into his wrestling trunks and removes a leather cord which he proceeds to wrap tightly around Dan’s cock and balls before knotting it.  Next, he begins to gently massage and caress Dan’s cock and balls.  Not getting the desired effect quick enough, he leans forwards and starts to lick and gently suck at the cock head.

Even amongst all his pain, Dan’s cock responds and begins to harden.  Seeing that Taylor is through warning Barry, Brad tucks the now hardening cock back into the jockstrap and steps away from Dan and hops back into his ring corner.   Even though the manipulation has ended, Dan’s cock continues to harden with the leather cock ring, not letting the cock become flaccid.

Taylor finally turns back to the action but finds Brad standing in his corner while Dan is halfway under the ropes but away from Dan.  He knows something happened but has no idea what.

Barry charges over, pulls Dan back into the ring, lifts him up, and delivers a power slam.  He then sits between Dan’s legs and bends his legs up and over his shoulders.  Dan is now on his back, bent forward at the waist with his cock pointed downward at his face.  Barry has made sure to place his left ankle and foot under Dan’s upper back so his shoulder blade is not on the mat.

Barry yanks the jockstrap away from Dan’s body and hooks it under his cock and balls.  He then begins to massage and jerk at Dan’s hard cock.

“What the fuck are you doing,” Taylor yells at Barry, unaware that Brad has entered the ring.  Brad reaches out, grabs Taylor by the shoulder, and spins him around.  He starts yelling and screaming at Taylor about what a lousy ref he is.  Taylor responds, and the two get into a screaming argument.

Dan’s cock has become rock hard, and he feels pleasure overriding the pain from the rest of his body.  Realizing what is about to happen, he calls out his submission.  However, Taylor is effectively being distracted by Brad and does not hear the submission.  Barry gets an evil smirk on his face as he continues his manipulation.

Marshall has finally pulled himself to his feet and assessed the situation.  Seeing what is happening he slides under the bottom rope and stands in preparation for charging to Dan’s aid.  He never once thought about “staying out of it” because Dan was his partner, even if the situation was forced on him, and he would not abandon him as Marshall’s brother had done to him.

As Marshall starts to run across the ring, Brad sidesteps Taylor and charges into him so they hit chest to chest. Marshall had not seen him coming, so he was at a disadvantage as the two wrestlers collided. Brad wraps his arms around Marshall, lifts him from his feet, twists to the left, and delivers a perfect belly-to-back suplex. Both wrestlers bounced when they hit the mat.

Brad repositions himself so that he is sitting on Marshall’s chest and begins driving a series of hard punches into Marshall’s already abused and exposed abs.  Taylor comes over and demands that Brad stop and get out of the ring.  Brad simply ignores him and continues to pound away.

Across the ring, Dan has reached the point of no return and begins to ejaculate, with the cum hitting him squarely in his face, mouth, and eyes.  He gives a loud yell of pleasure, attracting  Taylor’s attention.

Brad quickly releases the hold so that Dan is now flat on his back, his face covered in his own cum, and his cock and balls exposed with the jockstrap holding them up and out.  Brad drops across Dan’s chest and hooks his legs, placing Dan in a schoolboy pin.

“Come on, ref.  Time to count ‘Cumface’ out.  He has already lived up to his name.”

Taylor looks between Brad pinning Dan and Barry, beating the crap out of Marshall’s abs.  He decides the quickest way to end things is to just count out the win.  He drops to his front.

“One….Two….Three.”  Taylor signals for the bell.

He taps Brad on the shoulder, “Okay, match over. You can get up now.”

Brad replies, “Oh, sure.”  He drops Dan’s legs to the mat, rises to his knee, delivers an open-handed slap to his balls, and then gets to his feet.

Hearing the bell, Barry delivers a couple more fists into the abs before standing up.  Marshall curls to his side with both arms over his abs.

Taylor gets between Brad and Barry, grabs their hands, and lifts them in the air as the announcer intones, “And you winners are B&B, who decisively took control over their larger opponents.”  The crowd cheers and screams its approval.

Taylor dropped the hands and went to check on Dan.  Barry walked over to Marshall and pulled him to a sitting position.  He dropped down behind his back and locked on a sleeper hold.  Marshall began to struggle until Brad kicked him in the balls.

Looking over and seeing what was happening, Taylor walked over screaming, “The match is over.  You need to stop the action.”

Brad walked up to Taylor and said, “Are you jealous, Tits?”  As he said this, he reached out both hands and lightly clamped onto both of Taylor’s nipples, which were visible under his shirt.  Taylor slapped the hands away and backed up.

“Hands off,” he yelled.

Brad advances toward him. 

“But you so enjoy me playing with them.  It would be impolite for me to withhold that pleasure.”   He again reached out.  Taylor dropped to the mat and rolled under the bottom rope.

Brad made it as if to follow, saying, “If you’re still here, you must really want this.”

Taylor looked into the ring at the two helpless, defeated wrestlers and then looked at Brad exiting the ring.  Remembering what happened the last time, Taylor chose to save himself and made for the cage exit.

“Suit yourself,” Brad replied.  “You will be missing all the fun.”

Taylor shot Brad, a bird, as he exited the cage.

Brad turned back into the ring to find Barry trying to lift a limp Marshall up.  He walked over to assist him, and the two lifted Marshall as if he were in a chair.  They walked him over to the ring edge, placed Marshall over the top of the ropes, and dropped his legs until they were standing on the apron.  They threw his hands over the top rope, where Brad held them, until Barry could exit the ring and then they trapped Marshall’s arms between the first and second rope.

The crowd started laughing and then chanting “The Tim position” over and over.  B&B just smiled.  Barry dropped to the floor and reached up and stripped Marshall of both his trunks and his jockstrap.  He then partially unlaced both wrestling boots.  The first leg was bent at the knee such that Brad could take the free laces and wrap them around the base of Marshall's cock and balls before securing it tightly.  The leg was then dropped.

The jerk on his cock and balls awakened Marshall from his enforced sleep.

“What the fuck,” he yelled when he felt the tug on his genitals.  “What are you doing?”

“Just having a little fun,” Brad replied as Barry bent the other leg at the knee.  Before knotting them, Brad grabbed the free laces and wrapped them around the balls.  He then dropped that leg eliciting another scream from Marshall.  He was hanging in the ropes, facing the audience, with his own wrestling boots yanking on his already overabused balls.

Being out of Marshall’s line of site, Walker had unzipped his pants and was being jerked off by the stranger next to him.  His cock was as hard as it had ever been seeing the abuse Marshall was taking.  He was thankful no other management from UWA was here.

Barry looked down at Brad and said, “He’s all yours.”  He then turned toward Dan, who was slowly sitting up in preparation for standing.

Brad hopped onto the ring in front of Marshall before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his head backward.  He leaned forward and locked on a lip lock.

“Hello, sexy,” he said just before beginning the kiss.

When he broke the kiss, Marshall began yelling obscenities and threatening Brad.  Brad responded by placing the pouch of his jockstrap in Marshall’s mouth and using the straps to tie it in place.  Brad began caressing, kissing, and fondling Marshall’s body.  Despite himself, Marshall’s cock responded.  In a very short time, he was rock hard and was moaning through his gag, thinking not again.  Brad continued his ministrations until he felt Marshall’s entire body tense.  He grabbed the cock and pointed it upward so that when Marshall shot his load, it landed on his face, chest, and abs.

Brad tapped Marshall on both cheeks before saying, “Next time, you have to take me to dinner first.”  He dropped off the apron, slammed a fist into Marshall’s balls, and then headed around the ring toward his brother.

Once Marshall was in position, Barry walked over to Dan, who had just managed to reach his feet.  He reached out and grabbed him by his right bicep, squeezing hard as he did so.

“No more, come on, no more,” Dan pleaded.

Barry gently tapped Dan on the face.  “Just do as you are told and we can do this nice and easy.  If not, I’d happily work on your bicep and balls some more.”  He was pushing him back toward the ropes as he said this. 

“What do you want?” Dan whined.  “I want to fuck your ass,” he replied.

“Please, no,” Dan began until Barry grabbed him by the balls and began to squeeze.

“Okay, Okay, please fuck me,” Dan “Cumface” could be heard pleading.

“On your back, slut,” Barry demanded.

Cumface complied and quickly found his legs positioned on Barry’s shoulders and his cock fully inserted into his ass.  Barry began pumping in and out.  This was making love, this was fucking ass.  Despite having cum earlier, Dan felt his cock responding to the simulation.  Barry quickly approached the point of no return but pulled his cock out of the ass and jerked it twice before shooting ropes of cum onto Dan’s already-covered face.

“Always knew you had a hair trigger,” Brad laughed as he approached the two.

“Fuck off, brother,” Barry laughed.

Brad and Barry quickly pulled a protesting Dan to his feet.  What Barry wanted now was Dan in the same position as Marshall.  And he got it.  Dan decided it would happen one way or the other, so he might as well go along.  Dan was tied with one minor change.  Both of his boots were tied just to his balls, so they were both pulling down on them.  His cock was still hard from the leather cord.

Once in position, Barry began to edge Dan.  Taking him to the point of cumming and then backing off.  After a couple of rounds of this, Dan was begging Barry to let him cum.  Barry agreed if Dan agreed to a match with a wrestler of Barry’s choice.  Dan tried to hold out but finally agreed.  Barry then slowly brought Dan to the edge and held him there before pushing him into cumming.  Dan screamed with pleasure, followed by pain from his sore nuts.

Barry dropped to the floor and hugged his brother Brad.  They both posed for the screaming crowd before they exited the cage, leaving Marshall and Dan to hang out.

After walking through the crowd and just before exiting toward the locker rooms, B&B was met by The Executioner.

“Could have worked him over some more,” he sneered.

“Work his abs and humiliate him.  Those were your words, and that is what we did.  If you wanted something more, you shouldn’t have let him escape your service,” Brad said.

The Executioner's face showed extreme displeasure, but he decided not to pursue the conversation. He slapped an envelope into Barry’s hand, turned, and stomped off.

“Those two are now on my list,” he murmured as he left.  “And they don’t want to be there.”

What The Executioner forgot is that you didn’t want to be on B&B’s list either.  An interesting clash was coming.

Marshall and Dan were left hanging in the ropes as the Arena emptied out.  Finally, the Arena was empty, and employees came into the cage and released the two defeated wrestlers.  It took longer than it should have, and hands explored more places than needed.

Cumface and Marshall sat naked in the locker room.  Chad and Brice had been refused admission and forced to leave the Arena.

“And I thought UWA could get bad,” Marshall whined.

“Just be glad this was a gentler match,” Cumface said.

“Gentler??” Marshall said with horror.

“Oh, yeah,” Cumface laughed.

When both wrestlers went to take a shower, they found there was no hot water, so they both took quick ice-cold showers before dressing.

“Want to go for a drink?” Cumface asked.

Marshall looked at Dan as if he had suddenly grown several heads.  He shook his head, and he grabbed his shit and headed for the door.  He was already trying to figure out how to get Revenge on The Executioner – something he had been unable to do so far.