Rocky vs Freddie

 

[This takes up immediately after Kayden vs Rocky]

Rocky vs Freddie

By

The Mangler

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Rocky fumed as he went into the locker room.

“You mean Kayden?” Stone asked.

“Oh, hell no. I’m talking about that fucking traitor Fredick.”

“I think he goes by Freddie now, but traitor?”

“Yeah, I have been supportive of him and his career.  He was a cocky, arrogant bastard who wasn’t liked by a lot of people, and I always stood by him.  He gets fucked by Ash and Kayden in a Tag Team match, and all of a sudden, he is cheating for them.  AGAINST ME.  No fucking body does that and gets away with it.”  Rocky slammed his hand against the locker, causing it to ring out throughout the locker room.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll tell you what I am going to do about it.  I’m going to get his worthless ass in the ring and teach him a lesson by working him over from head to toe, with some special attention to his balls.  After I’m done with him, he will not be able to walk straight for a month.”

“You think the UWA will go for that match?”

“We aren’t going to do it through the UWA.  We're going to do it at the wrestling gym.”

“That will give you some more freedom, but also potentially mean Ash and Kayden will get involved.”

“Then you will have to ensure that doesn’t happen. Do you think you can do that?”

An enormous smile spreads across Stone’s face.  “Oh yeah.  A little revenge of my own would be great.  I’d love to get my hands on sexy Kayden.”

Rocky turned and looked at Stone with a look of disbelief.  “You have a thing for Kayden.”

“I have a thing for most guys,” Stone replies as he steps up to Rocky and places his hand on his sweaty pec before tweaking the nipple.  He slides his hand across the abs and gently grabs a handful of balls.  As he does this, he leans in and locks on a kiss.  Rocky responds, and the two quickly push thoughts of Kayden and Freddie aside. 

The locker room attendant walks into the room and stops dead when he sees the two guys making out.  He slowly retreats to the corner where he can watch in anonymity.  However, Stone has seen him walk in.  Releasing his lip lock, he leans forward and whispers in Rocky’s ear, all the time keeping his hands on the pecs and nips.

“That sounds good to me,” Rocky replies. The two of them continue making out but slowly move across the room. 

He is so caught up in observing the two and playing with himself through his shorts that he fails to realize how close they are until they suddenly separate and grab him.

“Uhm, guys, Uh, I didn’t…I mean, I..  AHH,” he lightly screams as Rocky takes a handful of balls.

“Oh man, that was a bad move spying on us. I think you need to be punished,” Rocky says. He slides one hand behind the head and pulls forward as he leans in. He locks his lips while increasing pressure on the balls. The guy grunts but can’t make much noise.

Stone reaches down and opens the front of the guy's pants.

“I think he likes this, Rocky,” he says as his hand finds a fully engorged penis.  “What’s your name?”

“Raa, Randy,” he mumbles once Rocky releases the lips.  In a matter of seconds, Rocky and Stone have Randy naked.  Grabbing a handful of nuts, Rocky pulls Randy toward the shower room with Stone behind.  Randy doesn’t put up much of a fight.

Over the next hour, Randy was introduced to the fetish of ballplay and ballbusting.  He had no complaints and leaned into the lessons.  When he left the arena, he had a massive grin on his face; his balls were empty but sore, and he had found two new ‘friends.” 

More importantly, Rocky and Stone had developed an inside source at the UWA.  Many would say he was only a locker room attendant and not much good.  However, he was essentially invisible to everyone and was thus privy to much more information than anyone would have thought. 

Freddie had readily accepted Rocky's challenge and was more than happy for it to take place at the wrestling gym. He knew they would have much more freedom with their actions so he enlisted Kayden and Ash to watch his back, as he knew Rocky well.

The day of the match arrived, and the ring room was packed. Everyone knew this would be a hell of a bout and was anxious to see what would happen.  Everyone was amazed when the referee for the bout was announced as Taylor from the Redneck Arena, as they had assumed someone from the gym would do the honors.

However, both Rocky and Freddie wanted someone with more experience in reffing. And both intended to use his knowledge against their opponent and in their favor. Plus, Taylor knew how to handle himself and out-of-control wrestlers from his experience at the Redneck Arena.

Taylor, 6 feet tall and 215 pounds, walked in from the locker room and had to push his way through the crowd to get to the ring. The crowd gave him a loud cheer of approval.  Taylor was all cut muscles; you could tell he lived at the gym.  He climbed in and grabbed a microphone. 

“Okay, people calm down.  I know you are all anxious for the match to begin.  I’ll be reffing tonight, and I will also do the introductions.  Entering first, we have the challenger for this match, one well-known to this group, Rocky.”

Rocky appeared from behind the curtain to an equal number of cheers and boos.  Rocky was well known to this group as a rulebreaker through and through.  As he walked through the crowd, many of them slapped Rocky on the back, and several tried to tap him in the balls, but he was prepared for that and guarded them well.  Rocky stood at 5'9" and weighed 160 pounds.  He had light hair covering his chest and tight, defined abs.  He was dressed in black trunks and shoes but wore red knee pads.  Wiry was his best description, although his muscles were also well delineated.

When he got to the ring he slid under the bottom ropes and approached the ref.  He extended his right hand for a shake.  Taylor was somewhat taken aback at the gesture but took the offered hand after moving the microphone to his left one.  Rocky cinched the hand tight, raised his left hand, and gently tweaked Taylor’s right nipple through his tight ref’s shirt. 

As soon as the fingers grasped the tit, Taylor felt electricity running down his body straight to his cock.  His tits were “the” key to his erogenous zone.  This feature had been used against him on several occasions.

“We can have lots of fun now or after the match,” Rocky said in a husky voice.

“Knock that the fuck off,” Taylor gasped as he used his left forearm to push the hand and arm away from his chest.

Rocky laughed, released the handshake, and stepped back.  “Just let me know, sexy.”

Taylor took a moment to calm himself as the crowd shouted obscene suggestions. 

“Coming out next, we have a long-standing gym member with a strong reputation with your fans.  Here is Freddie.”

Standing 5’11” and weighing 185 pounds, Freddie walked out of the locker room with a determined look on his face and sandwiched between Ash, leading, and Kayden, trailing.  Freddie knew Rocky and was taking no chances. Many were surprised by this,  especially after the last match at the gym involving these three.  A 2 vs 1 affair when Freddie’s partner failed to appear, and Kayden and Ash had destroyed Freddie.  Now, they seemed to be friends, and if rumors were to be believed, even more.

Freddie also received a loud chorus of cheers and boos.  Like Rocky, he had a reputation as an arrogant heel, which is why there were such high expectations for this match.  Heel vs. Heel matches always had a special flair about them. 

Ash stopped at the edge of the ring while Freddie slipped around him and slid into it. Ash and Kayden both shot the middle finger in Rocky’s direction, who ignored them.

The two wrestlers in the ring approached the ref, standing in the middle.  Suddenly, a loud scream emanated from the crowd, and the trio turned in that direction.

The scream had come from Kayden, whose mouth was open in an O formation as his hands dropped to cradle his balls, which a steel-toed boot had just impacted from behind.  Kayden’s head was grabbed and locked into a side headlock where a hand judo chopped him in the throat.  He gagged and tried to drop. However, his attacker turned, locked his head between his thighs, and dropped to the thin mats on the floor, driving his forehead into the floor.

Ronnie, who had been Freddie’s MIA tag team partner, was assisted by some other fans as he lifted Kayden to his feet and into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker.  His left hand pulled down on the chin while his right hand grabbed a handful of balls.  He walked through the crowd and exited the room back toward the boxing ring in the other room.  Ronnie had been MIA because Ash and Kayden had ambushed him, and it looked like he was out for some revenge. (See Frederik/Ronnie vs Ash/Kayden)

Ash had turned when he heard the scream and approached Kayden to assist.  However, a hand wrapped around the back of his head, and it was driven into one of the support columns in the room.  Stone followed up by ramming into Ash’s back, driving him chest-first into the column.  Stone reached around Ash and grabbed his arms, which he placed on each side of the column.  Another one of the fans quickly attached handcuffs to the two wrists, tethering Ash to the post.

 “Sucks to be Freddie today,” Stone hissed in Ash’s ear as he walked away.

No sooner had Freddie and Taylor turned toward the scream than Rocky had bent at the waist and charged forward, slamming into Freddie’s lower back and driving him chest-first into the corner turnbuckle.  As he was doing this, the bell attendant rang the bell to start the match.  Taylor shot a “what the fuck” look in his direction but quickly had to direct his attention to the corner where Rocky was repeatedly slamming his shoulder into Freddies lower back.

“Get out of the corner and get off the man,” Taylor screamed as he approached the corner.  Rocky ignored him and continued with the shoulders, forcing Taylor to start his count.  When he reached 4, Rocky stepped back and stood upright.  Taylor immediately got in front of him.

“Watch the before-the-bell action and release your opponent when he is in the corner,” Taylor admonished Rocky in a loud voice. Rocky backed toward the middle of the ring as he did so, and Taylor stayed close.

Outside the ring, Stone reached under the bottom rope, grabbed both ankles and jerked forward, throwing Freddie off balance where he slammed back first onto the ring floor.  Stone jerked forward, slamming Freddie’s balls into the turnbuckle.  When the balls slammed into the hard post, Stone heard a ‘thunk’ sound.

“Smart, very smart.  But it isn’t going to help you, man,” Stone said, and he reached under the ropes, grabbed Freddie’s arm, and pulled him so that he was laying on the ring apron.  He drove two elbows into the chest before he turned and slid his left arm inside Freddie’s singlet.  When he reached the jock, he continued under it until his fingers hooked the edge of the cup that Freddie was wearing.  He manipulated it until he could pull it up and out, making sure to slide along the balls as he did so.

When Freddie tried to stop Stone, Stone slammed his other hand into the balls, distracting Freddie. Stone holds the cup in Freddie’s face and says, “This thing only helps if you wear it.”  He slams the cup into Freddie’s forehead before laughing as he turns and throws the cup into the crowd, half of whom were cheering and half of whom were booing. But no one tried to interfere.

When Taylor heard Freddie’s body hit the mat, he turned in that direction.  Rocky took this time to reach up with both hands and grab Taylor’s tits.

“Goddamn it, I told you not to touch me,” Taylor screamed as he whipped around and knocked both of Rocky’s hands free.

“Aahh, come on.  I saw you with B&B and know that you love that,” Rocky sneered.

“Do it again and this match is over with,” Taylor screamed.

“Why? Because you would want to go back to the locker room and continue with the foreplay,” Rocky asked with a smirk on his face.

Taylor, beside himself, stepped forward so that he was face to face with Rocky.  “No, because I’m going to disqualify your ass and send you on your fucking way.”

When Rocky saw Freddie’s protective cup flying through the air, he raised his hands and said, “Okay, Okay.  My bad.” His actions had distracted the ref long enough for Stone to do his thing. So far, his plan was being executed to perfection.

After tossing the cup, Stone grabbed some rope and headed for a handcuffed Ash.

“You mother fucking cheating bastard,” Ash spit out as Stone approached.

“It takes one to know one,” Stone replied. He stood in front of Ash, reached his hands around him, and began to caress his body.

“Fuck,” Stone yelled as Ash bent his knee and slammed his lower leg up and into Stone’s nads.  Stone grunted as he stepped back.  “You are going to regret that.”

“Not in the least,” Ash spat.

Stone grabbed a length of rope and fashioned a loop out of it. He quickly dropped down and grabbed Ash by the feet before he could lash out. Ash struggled and kicked out, but Stone was able to get the rope around his ankles and tighten it down.

Standing, he got behind Ash and again reached around him.  His hands went under Ash’s shirt and began to caress the abs, the pecs, and the nipples.

Ash complained, but Stone ignored him.  Despite himself, Ash could feel his cock hardening.  Stone could feel it as well when he checked.  He undid Ash’s pants and pushed them down, along with the underwear.  He then began manipulating Ash’s cock and balls.  For the rest of the match, he was going to be edging Ash until he was begging to cum.

As Taylor turned back toward Freddie, Rocky stepped around him, reached under the rope, grabbed Freddie by the ankle, and hauled him back into the ring. He grabbed the other ankle, lifted both legs, and split them into a V.  He lifted one foot.

Taylor was instantly at his side.  “Stomp into his balls and this march is over with,” he threatened.

Rocky looked Taylor in the eye as he put his foot down.  He turned his head and dropped forehead first into the exposed balls, causing Freddie to scream and sit up.

“That’s it. I told you no low blows,” Taylor yelled.

“No, you said no foot in the balls.  You didn’t say anything about a forehead,” Rocky replied as he rolled Freddie onto his stomach, locked his ankle under his armpit, and sat on the back, placing Freddie in a Boston Crab.   Taylor was frustrated but knew that Rocky was correct.  Taylor turned his attention to the crab.  Whenever Taylor was out of position, Rocky would grab a handful of nuts and squeeze.

“Break the hold, break the hold,” Taylor demanded.

“Why?”

“Because you were squeezing the balls.”

“Spoilsport,” Rocky replied, dropping the legs to the mat.  He stood up, stepped to the side, and dropped a series of three knees to Freddie’s lower back.  He then straddled him, dropped his ass down onto the lower back, hooked the arms over his thighs, and grabbed the chin pulling up.  He had his opponent in a camel clutch, another hold to torture the back.  He bounced up several times to increase the pressure.

Tiring of the hold, Rocky dropped Freddie’s chin back to the canvas and stood up.  He delivered several stomps to the back before backing off.  He watched as Freddie slowly pulled himself up to his hands and knees.  He charged across the ring and delivered a knee into the side, forcing Freddie back to the canvas.  He began kicking at the side, and his opponent rolled under the ropes to the ring floor.

Rocky quickly exited the ring away from the referee and charged around to the side Freddy was on. As he turned around the ring post, Freddie projected himself from his knees and drove a spear into Rocky’s midsection, and slammed him down onto the concrete floor. He quickly brought a knee up between Rocky’s thighs and slammed it into the groin.

“Two can play that game, motherfucker,” Freddie screamed at Rocky.  He got to his feet, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Rocky up.  He ran him toward the ring before bouncing his head off the ring post.  Rocky staggered backward and dropped to his ass on the floor.

Freddie rolled under the ring ropes to break Taylor’s count but immediately rolled back out, ignoring Taylor’s demands that he stay in the ring.  When he got to his feet, he felt the pain in his lower back but ignored it. 

He walked over to Rocky and grabbed a handful of hair in preparation for pulling him up. Rocky’s right hand shot up, latched onto Freddie's balls in a claw, and squeezed.

“Fuck,” Freddie screamed as he reached down and tried to pry Rocky’s hands off his junk.  Not releasing the hold, Rocky scrambled to his feet before powering Freddie up into a cross-body hold and charging him lower back first into the ring post.  He did this three times before depositing him on the ring apron and sliding under the rope into the ring.  He managed to get back in just before Taylor said 10.

Rocky attempted to grab Freddie, but Taylor got in front of him and pushed him back. Once he had him on the other side of the ring, Taylor turned to check on Freddie, who was still lying on the ring apron.  Suddenly, he saw Rocky slide by him and two feet slam into Freddie’s side, knocking him off the ring onto the floor.  Grabbing the bottom rope, Rocky used it to propel him entirely out of the ring.

He pulled Freddie to his feet, picked him up, and delivered a body slam onto the thin mats around the ring.  This happened twice before he again deposited Freddie onto the ring apron and pushed him into the ring, turning him to his chest as he did.  He hopped onto the ring apron, propelled himself to the top rope, somersaulted off the rope, and slammed full weight across Freddie’s back. 

As Taylor pushed Rocky back so he could check on Freddie, Rocky reached down and adjusted his knee pad so the plastic insert was front and center. Taylor had not discovered this, as there had been no foreign body check because Rocky had ambushed his opponent before the bell. This was by design, and it worked like a charm. 

Rocky pulled Freddie to the middle of the ring, rolling him to his back.  He grabbed the right wrist and extended it perpendicular to the body.  He placed his left hand on the upper chest/shoulder region then raised in the air and brought his knee down directly into the middle of the bicep muscle.  He repeated this several times before pulling Freddie to his feet and rotating his arm causing Freddie to bend over to try and relieve the twist.

Rocky responded by driving several toe kicks into the bicep muscle. He forced Freddie to his chest, lay across the back, and pulled the right arm up and back, stretching out the already-hurting muscle. He did this for a minute before dropping the arm and pulling Freddie to his feet.  Holding onto the wrist, he charged across the ring toward the corner, where he leaped over the rope and directly to the floor.  He never released the arm and had centered it such that the bicep slammed into the top of the metal ring post.

Freddie screamed as the metal dug into his already sore bicep.  He yanked his arm back and moved back into the ring.  When Rocky tried to get onto the ring apron, Freddie charged over, causing Rocky to drop to the floor and back up.

“Get him the fuck out of my way, so I can get back into the ring,” Rocky demanded.

Taylor turned to Freddie and said, “Back up and let him back in.”

“Fuck that,” Freddie growled, still shaking out his right arm.

Taylor reached up and placed both hands on Freddie’s pecs in preparation for pushing him back.  As he did show, Rocky charged to the ring, reached between Taylor’s ankles, and grabbed Freddie by his ankles.  When Taylor pushed backward, Rocky yanked forward causing Freddie to lose his balance and slam back first onto the mat.

Rocky released one ankle, reached around the ring post, and grabbed it back.  He then pulled Freddie’s legs around the post.

“If you crotch him, I’m disqualifying your ass, and this match is over,” Taylor screamed, knowing where Rocky was heading.

Rocky continued to pull until Freddie’s knee was at the ring post.  He dropped one ankle, grabbed the other one, and slammed the knee into the post repeatedly.  He ignored Taylor’s screaming at him to stop.  Taylor started counting.

Taylor heard a “Taylor, what the fuck do you think you are doing?” from behind him.  He turned to see that Stone had hopped onto the ring edge and was screaming at him.

“You get the fuck off the ring,” Taylor screamed as he walked toward Stone.

“If you were a decent ref, I wouldn’t have to be here.   You’re letting Freddie get away with murder,” he yelled.

“Bullshit,” Taylor replied as he walked over.

Seeing Taylor occupied, Rocky grabbed both feet. He pushed Freddie back into the ring before reversing direction and pulling Freddie’s nuts into the ring post delivering the crotching Taylor had tried to prevent.  Taylor failed to hear Freddie’s screech as Stone, seeing what Rocky was up to, had increased his volume.  Rocky pushed Freddie back and repeated the ball smash again.

He slammed the knee into the ring post twice more before he locked on a hanging figure four.  When the hold cinched in, Freddie sat up and screamed as the pain tore through his knee and his compressed balls.  Seeing that Rocky had the situation under control, Stone hopped to the floor and backed up.  When Taylor turned to go back to the action, Stone laughed, shot him the bird, and returned to tormenting Ash.

“Break the hold,” Taylor screamed when he returned to the corner.

“But I’m having so much fun,” Rocky replied as he released the hold. As soon as he did, Taylor reached down, grabbed Freddie by the shoulders, and pulled him back into the ring before Rocky could administer any more damage.

Laughing, Rocky slid under the bottom rope, walked over to where Freddie lay, and delivered two stomps to the knee. He stretched out the arm and delivered three loaded kneepads into the biceps, further weakening the muscle.

With some difficulty, he pulled Freddie to his feet, picked him up, and delivered a backbreaker across his knee. He held him there, pushing down on the ching and the thighs, stretching out the back as much as possible. He picked Freddie back up and repeated the move. This time, he rolled him off his thighs to the mat, where he drove his loaded kneepad into the back three times.

He walked away and started posing for the crowd while Taylor checked on Freddie.  Using the ropes, Freddie pulled himself up to his feet slowly.  As soon as he was up, Rocky charged in, locked his arms around his waist, lifted, and fell back, delivering a suplex.  He rolled over, dropped a series of elbows into the abs, followed by two knees, and finally locked on an ab claw.

Freddie tried unsuccessfully to pull the hands off his abs.  At this point, he was hurting in several different places on his body, back, bicep, abs, and balls.  Rocky stood, pulled Freddie to his feet, and locked on a bear hug, making sure to join his hands in the lower back.  He squeezed and shook Freddie like a dog shaking his stuffed toy.

In a surprising move to many, he sat Freddie back down on his feet.  He kept his left hand around the waist and stepped off to the side.  He made sure that he looked over Freddie’s shoulder at Taylor as he slipped his right hand down into Freddie’s trunk before locking a claw on the unprotected balls.

“My nuts, my nuts, he’s got me by the nuts,” Freddie screeched.

As Taylor attempted to move so he could see what was happening, Rocky kept turning Freddie, keeping Taylor from seeing anything.  Taylor was sure what was happening but could not verify it.  Freddie’s screams subsided when Rock released the nuts and lifted his hand from the trunks.  He placed his arm around the other side, joined his hands, and reapplied the bear hug.  He lifted Freddie off his feet, adjusted his stance, and then slammed Freddie across his knee in a reverse atomic drop – or ball smasher.  He released his opponent as Freddie screamed and stepped backward, his hands dropping to his crotch. 

Before he could hit the mat, Rocky grabbed him and applied an abdominal stretch, pulling at all the areas that hurt. He would increase the pressure by grabbing the rope when he could; when he wasn’t doing that, he would slam blows into the abs and the final blow into the nuts.

He released the hold, lifted Freddie, and dropped him abs first across the knee before rolling him to the mat. One of Freddie’s hands was holding his abs while the other was covering his nuts.

He pulled Freddie to his feet and lifted him in an across-the-shoulder backbreaker.  He locked his hand under the chin and pulled downward.  Initially, he used his other hand to pull down the thighs, stretching the back as much as possible.  When he had Taylor in the correct position, he slid his hand into the back of Freddie’s trunks, grabbed the balls, yanked backward, and squeezed.  Freddie screamed, and Rocky made sure to keep Taylor out of position.

“I give, I give, no more, no more,” Freddie screamed when the pain became too much.  Rocky refused to release the hold until Taylor threatened to reverse the outcome of the match.  Rocky dropped Freddie to the mat, grabbed his ankles, spread his legs, and then placed his foot into the crotch, where he pressed and twisted.

“Enough, you’ve won, enough,” Taylor screamed, pulling at Rocky’s arms.  Rocky dropped down, driving his forehead into Freddie’s balls, causing him to sit up and scream before dropping back to the mat in a fetal position.

Rocky stood and made Taylor lift his hand in victory before jumping on the second rope in the corner and posing for the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd.  He exited between the ropes and dropped to the floor.

When Rocky grabbed Freddie by the balls standing before him, Stone knew the end was near.  He started stroking and working Ash’s cock and balls in earnest.  In no time, Ash began to plead to be allowed to cum.  Stone ignored him as he continued pushing him close and then back off.  Stone was assisted by a couple of other fans who were caressing Ash’s pecs and tits.

“Okay, say I’m the better man, and I’ll end this,” Stone whispered in his ear.

“I’m the better man,” Ash screamed.

Stone gently squeezed the balls just enough to get a reaction.  “Okay, funny man, do that one more time, and I’m going to crush these damn things.  Say it.”

Ash held out for about another minute before finally screaming, “You’re the better man, Stone.  You're the better man.  Now, please let me cum.”

“You got it, bitch,” Stone replied.  At this point, he increased the pressure and the quickness of his strokes along Ash’s cock.  When he felt Ash’s body starting to tense with his ejaculation, he twisted the balls, pulled them down, and squeezed just as hard as he could.  Ash screamed, and instead of a powerful ejaculation, he had cum ooze out of the head of his cock and run down the shaft.  Stone had ruined his orgasm.

“That’s all you deserve, bitch,” he said as he released the hold and laughed.  He slapped Ash’s balls before he walked off into the boxing room, where Ronnie was using Kayden’s shirt to clean off his cock and balls.  Ronnie pulled his sweats back up and exited the ring, leaving Kayden naked, tied in the ring ropes with cum over his chest and abs.  His cock was still hard, obviously not having been allowed to cum.

“You look good tied up like that, Kayden.  Looks your natural place,” Stone teased.

“Fuck you.  And you too, Ronnie.  I’d watch my back if I were you,” Kayden screamed in frustration, still unable to free himself.

Ronnie threw his shirt over his shoulder and said, “Later, Loser.”

He and Stone returned to the Locker room, where Rocky was getting dressed.  Freddie lay supine in the ring, nursing his balls.

Two of Freddie’s friends had joined Taylor in the ring to help assist Freddie.  Suddenly, Taylor felt himself sliding under the ropes as two leather-clad guys grabbed his ankles and pulled him out of the ring.  One placed him in a full nelson while the other one started working his nipples with caresses, pinches, and tugs.

“No, no, no, don’t do this,” Taylor said as he felt his cock starting to stir.

The guy took one hand off the nipples and palmed his groin.  “This says otherwise, and after the way you refed that match, you deserve a little reward.”

Taylor groaned when the guy started working both nipples again, but that quickly turned into a loud scream.  When the guy's knees impacted his nuts, Taylor jerked forward hard enough to break the nelson, and he dropped to his knees, where he received another kick to the nuts.

“That’s for your shitty reffing and allowing Freddie to get beat up,” the guy growled.  The two leather men entered the ring to help assist Freddie to the back.

“I’m heading across the street to the Eagle for a little more fun,” Ronnie said.  “Anyone want to join me?  I’m sure a few guys over there are looking for your specialty Rocky.”

“Sure, why not?  Freddie has gotten me all hot and bothered; some more ball busting would be just the relief I need,” Rocky replied. 

The trio exited the locker room and ran into Freddie and his leather men. No words were exchanged, but Rocky nodded at Freddie, and he returned the same. One of the leather men looked as if he wanted to go after Rocky, but Freddie put out a hand to stop him.

While someone was looking for the keys to the cuffs, several fans continued to caress Ash’s body, but not enough to get him off.  Once released from the cuffs, he pulled his pants up and went to find Kayden.  He found him still tied to the ropes in the boxing ring and helped free him.  Both began bitching about Rocky, Ronnie, and Stone and also started discussing revenge.

Rocky, Ronnie, and Stone exited the building and walked across the street to The Eagle for fun.  Ronnie greeted many of the people they encountered as they entered the bar.  His introduction to the Eagle after his aborted tag team match against Kayden and Ash had made him a regular and a favorite.

Rocky had gotten some of his revenge, as had Ronnie.  Stone had a good time, but Ash and Kayden did not.  But several rivalries had begun that day, and many knew several hot matches were in the offing.