Montgomery vs Scum

[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.

b)      After the previous matches ended with  “time expired,” Monty insisted on a no-time limit match.  He didn’t expect any pushback from Scum and did not get any.

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.