Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

A Father/Son Misadventure

By

The Mangler

“I think I’m ready, Dad,” Eric said as he crawled between the ring ropes and leaped to the floor.

“I have to agree with him,” Aaron said as he approached the father/son duo.  “I’ve been training for a long time, and I think he has what it takes.  Reminds me in many ways of a young you,” he said to Sam.

“Okay, okay, okay.  You two are like a dog with a bone.  You’ve been harassing me for a couple of weeks about this.”  Sam was a professional wrestler of great renown.  He had been in the business for 20+ years and had won championship belts as a single, a tag team, a 3-person team, and an intergender team with his wife, Flo.  Flo had died in a traffic accident 2 years ago, so she wouldn’t get to see her firstborn’s success in the business.

Since he could remember, Eric knew he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps.  To that end, he had been playing sports since t-ball, concentrating on playing strength sports and wrestling at all levels.  You could tell he had started weight training earnestly in high school.  He stood 5’11” tall and weighed just under 200 pounds.  Every muscle was well developed, from his biceps to his abs.  Most people thought his abs were the most impressive.  You could see every striation in the muscles at all times.  He didn’t have to be pumped or dehydrated.

Sam was the same height as his son but weighed more at 208 pounds.  Those who first met him would state he had a dad body, but anyone who had wrestled him would disagree.  He had amazing strength and resilience.  He was the human Energizer Bunny.  He could take a good amount of punishment and keep on going.

His father and trainer were adamant that he should not be in the bigs until he turned 18. He had been working in the training leagues and showing amazing progress. His first match in an indie league, equivalent to an AAA baseball team, was decided to be a tag team match with his father. That should attract a vast audience because of Sam’s reputation and those who want to see the tag team, who would need little advertising to get attention.  

Unbeknownst to Eric or Aaron, Sam had already been in talks for a debut.  The league had allowed Sam and Eric to give them a list of possible opponents.  While going for a lesser-talented team was tempting, neither Sam nor Eric wanted to do that.  At the same time, Sam felt it was a bad idea to go against the best.  As a rookie, Eric needed some seasoning.  Sam had finally suggested Bill and Joel, a tag team making a name for themselves and rapidly moving upwards.  They wrestled as heels but weren’t over the top, and Sam felt that they would give Eric a good introduction to a higher level of wrestling, but Sam knew he and Eric could take them.

Sam looked over at them as the trio moved to the locker room. 

“We have a match next week.”

“What?  Are you serious?” an ecstatic Eric screamed as he jumped up and down.  “Do we know against whom?”

“The team of Bill and Joel.”

“Oh, I have been watching them. They're a good team with heelish tendencies, but not over the top,” Aaron replied. “I think that would be a good match for you. Experience against a good team, but one who wouldn’t run over you.”

“I know, I’ve watched them.  I even met Bill a couple of years ago at an event.  We can take them,” Eric gushed.

“Don’t get too cocky,” Sam laughed. 

The trio ignored the nerdy-looking guy doing some lightweight bench work.  But he had been paying close attention to Sam, especially Eric, for a couple of weeks.  Today, he had heard every word they said.  After finishing his workout, he exited to the parking lot.

“Hey, I just finished my workout…”

On the other end of the phone, laughter could be heard. “You call what you do a workout?”

“Fuck you, Bill,” Zander said.  “As I said, I just finished my workout, and they agreed to meet you next week.”

“Excellent. We haven’t officially heard, but that is good news. So, you still think the son’s abs should be the target?”

“Definitely.  He is obsessed with them, so you can physically and mentally work him.”

“That works.  Good job, man.  I guess that means no more gym work for you, huh?”

“Once again, fuck you!” Zander said, laughing as he hung up.  Despite their physical differences, Zander was Bill’s cousin, and they had been close friends.  Someone only tried to bully Zander once before he met the full might and fury of Bill and/or Joel.  Now, no one who knew him tried.

Bill and Joel had gone to school together since kindergarten.  Interestingly enough, they didn’t like each other until middle school.  That is when they both found their love of wrestling.  Since then, they have been inseparable.  In the earlier years, they concentrated on singles action as they knew you had to be a good wrestler before you could be a good tag team.

For the last two years, they have been perfecting teamwork. They had morphed into a very good tag team, and, with experience, many people in wrestling expected them to go far. They were considered heel “lites” as they would bend and sometimes ignore the rules, but they weren’t blatant or overboard with it.

The axiom “opposites attract” seemed to be proven by these two. Bill was a clean-cut, good-looking guy. He stood 6’ tall and weighed 190. His hair was conservatively cut. In interviews, he was very respectful.

On the other hand, Joel looked like a transplant from the ’60s.  He had blonde hair down to his shoulders, usually had a five o’clock shadow, if not more, and looked dazed most of the time.  He was 5’10 and 175 pounds.  Despite his looks, he was a very smart wrestler and a good student of the sport.  You could ask him about any wrestler, from any age, and he could give you a detailed biography of the person and his wrestling style.  In the ring, he had eyes everywhere and seemed to know what others would do before they did.  What many didn’t realize is that they were slowly becoming more heelish.

“So, how are we going to work this Bill?  Out and out anything to win heels?” Joel asked.

“We could, as we have decided that we will at some point, but I think we should do this match more heelish, but not over the top,” Bill replied.  “According to Zander, we can work him over Eric physically and mentally if we concentrate on his abs.”

“Not quite as much fun,” Joel grumped, but with a smile on his face.  “I guess that means we work on the kid's abs like Zander said.”

“Yep, and maybe a little ball work.  After all, he is headed toward the bigs.  But I also suggest that we make sure to isolate Big Daddy.  Force him to watch us beat up his son.”

“I have no problem with that.  I really like it.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your next match.  This is a tag team match featuring the debut of the son of one of the Gods of wrestling.  Now approaching the ring is Sam and his son and tag partner Eric.”  The crowd broke into large cheers when Sam was announced, as he was a huge fan favorite.  The cheers got a little louder for Eric as everyone was excited to see him in the big leagues, finally.  He already had a huge following, thanks to his social media.

The duo walked down to the ringside, flexing and greeting fans as they did.  Sam wore a singlet, while Eric dressed in classic square-cut trunks.  Both received their fair share of hands-on greetings.  A couple of fans even caressed Eric’s abs as he walked by.  This didn’t bother him in the least.  He loved it.  They were his best feature, after all.  Once at the ring, they hopped onto the apron, turned, and posed for their fans before entering between the ropes.

“They aren’t going to know what hit them,” Joel snickered.

“You’ve got that right, man,” Bill replied as the two stood in the back, awaiting their introduction.

“And their opponents for this match, we have the long-time tag team of Bill and Joel.”  The two wrestlers came jogging between the curtains and ran down to the ring.  They were attired in matching red trunks with a single white stripe.  They received boos, although they were more perfunctory than real.  But, yeah, the fans needed to help maintain the fiction of them as heels. Ignored, Zander wandered down behind them and took his place in the front row.

Arriving at ringside, they hopped to the apron, leaped to the top rope, and forward-flipped into the ring.  They did this in perfect tandem, just like tandem diving in the Olympics.  They began posing and flexing, and Eric and Sam joined in.

When Bill and Joel stopped flexing and walked to each side of Eric, Sam kept a sharp eye on them and edged closer.  Some fans started to boo the cheap shot they saw coming.

“No funny stuff,” Bill said to Sam. Instead, as Eric changed poses, Bill, Joel, or both would hype the crowd up by pointing out the very well-delineated abs muscles.  Bill reached over, faked a punch, drew back his hand, and shook it out like it hurt.  The crowd was eating it up.  It also had the desired effect of putting Sam and Eric at ease.

“Thanks, guys,” Eric said as he finished his double biceps pose.

“Not a problem.  We have to make your debut memorable, after all,” Bill said as he winked at Joel.  Sam nor the ref caught that.

The ref called them to the center ring to give instructions, an archaic practice.  Who didn’t know the rules by now, unless it was a special match?  No eye gouging, hair pulling, double teaming, low blows, only one man in the ring at a time, 5 seconds to exit the ring after a tag, and break when the ref says break, and by the count of 5 at the latest.  Any fan could recite those rules, so the wrestlers knew them.

“All right, let’s have a nice clean fight,” the ref said.  The four wrestlers all shook hands and returned to their corners.  Bill elected to start for his team, while Eric started his debut in the league by going first. 

As the two wrestlers approached each other for a lock-up, they shook hands again. It took all his willpower for Bill not to yank his opponent in and drive a knee up into his balls.  The desire to become a top-tier heel time was strong.  But he refrained.  He and Joel needed to give Eric an impressive debut.   The wrestlers raised their hands and intertwined them in a show of strength.  The two had a negligible height difference, so that offered no advantage.  Bill was quite surprised at how strong Eric was.

The two struggled back and forth until Bill twisted both arms to the side and then down to apply pressure upward, forcing Eric up on his toes.  Bill stepped in, moved his foot behind Eric’s ankle, and pushed, sending them both down to the canvas, with Bill landing on top.  Their hands were released, and Bill sat up and drove a fist down into Eric’s abs.  He quickly pulled his fist back and shook it, eliciting some laughter and jeering calls from the fans.

“Hey, ref, these are foreign objects,” Bill joked as he stood.

The two wrestlers returned to their feet, and Bill again motioned for a test of strength.  With great caution, Eric lifted his left arm and extended it.  Just as Bill’s right hand was going to touch, Eric bent at the waist and charged forward, slamming into Bill’s lower abs.  He wrapped his arms around Bill and charged into the opposing ropes.  As the two wrestlers bounced off the ropes, Eric dropped on his back, pulling Bill with him, and Bill’s forehead slammed into the mat. 

The fans cheered as Eric rolled over, mounted Bill, and locked his ankles under his armpits, trapping Bill in a Boston Crab.  Bill grunted with the pain as he was still a little disoriented from his head slamming into the ring floor.  However, it was still too early in the match for there to be a submission, but it was still painful.

Bill lifted his upper body, initially increasing his back and neck pain. He slid his forearms underneath his chest and used this to help leverage his upper body, which he pushed upwards at the same time he forcibly flexed his legs. The effect was to throw Eric forward toward the ropes. Seeing him coming, Joel stepped onto the middle rope and pushed down. Eric flew between the ropes, dropping to the ring floor.

Eric managed to land on his hands and knees but was quickly forced to the floor by Joel’s knee slamming into his back.  He promptly pulled Eric to his feet and tossed him toward the ring, where his abs impacted the edge before stammering back.  Joel was immediately upon him and forced him back into the ring, where he was met with a series of stomps to the abs.

“Hey, ref, get him out of here,”  Joel screamed at the ref, who was admonishing Joel for the outside-the-ring action. Joel pointed to Sam, who was just coming around the corner.

“Fight fair, you bastard,” Sam yelled, his fists raised. But Joel was backing away, his palms facing out as if to ward Sam off.

“Back to your corner Sam, before, I disqualify you,” the ref shouted.

“Yeah, but he was….”

“Yes, I know, and I was on it.  Now, get back to the corner.

Sam mumbled as he turned to head back to his corner.  As soon as he had turned, Joel took two steps and launched a standing drop kick to the upper back.  This propelled Sam forward, where he slammed into the waist-high barricades around the ring.  It doubled him over the rail, with his head landing in Zander’s lap.

“Not doing such a good job helping out your partner,” Zander yelled into Sam’s ear.

Sam pulled himself upright, rubbed his stomach, took a deep breath, and turned back toward the ring. Joel was standing in his corner, looking innocent.

Sam shook his head and headed back toward his corner.  But the fan was right, he thought.  I need to be more conscious of my actions. 

When Eric was rolled back into the ring, Bill immediately delivered stomps and a knee to the abs.   Eric rolled away until he was in the middle of the ring.  Bill dropped down and dug his hand into the abs, locking on a claw hold. 

“Let’s see how strong these really are, boy,”  Bill said.

Bill had great strength in his hands, so Eric felt the hold, but his well-developed muscles could withstand the assault. Eric delivered a chop across Bill's chest. After the second chop, Bill released the hold and moved away.

Eric wasted little time getting to his feet and tagging in his partner.

“Chickening out already, Erica,” Bill taunted as he reached over and tagged Joel. 

“Just catching my breath.  I’ll get back to you,” was the reply.

“Good, 'cause I want to test those abs,” Joel yelled as he entered the ring.

Sam and Joel slowly circled one another.  Sam took a tentative step toward Joel, then suddenly dropped to the mat and swung his left leg around, sweeping Joel off his feet.  When he hit the mat, Sam wrapped his arm around Joel’s head and pulled him into a headlock.  He stood up, dragging Joel along. 

Joel wrapped his hand around Sam’s waist and tried to sling him to the side.  Sam held onto the hold.

“My hair, my hair,” Joel cried.

“Nice try, Joel, but I’m looking right at you,” the ref laughed.

Sam twisted to the right and hip-tossed Joel to the mat, releasing the head as he did.  Once he hit the mat, Sam dropped a knee into the right shoulder.  He then placed one foot on the chest, one on the shoulder, gripped the wrist, and pulled back, yanking on the shoulder joint.  He began to rock back and forth, increasing and releasing pressure on the arm.  Joel used his other hand to slap at the pain in his shoulder.

The pain ceased as Sam stood up, but he kept hold of the wrist.  He jumped over Joel’s chest, bringing the right arm across and between Sam’s legs.  His ass dropped down on the arm and Joel’s chest.  Joel screamed as the pain in his shoulder increased.

“Come on, tag, Joel, tag,” Bill encouraged from his corner.

“Not yet, boy,” Sam said as he pulled Joel to his feet, inverted him, and dropped him onto the knee with a shoulder breaker.  He allowed Joel to roll to the mat before pulling him back to his feet, grabbing the wrist, and twisting the arm.  He reached over and tagged his son, who leaped over the top rope and brought his doubled fists into the shoulder.

“Fuck,” Joel screamed as his shoulder felt like it had exploded.  Sam handed the wrist off to Eric and exited the ring.  Eric bent the arm at the wrist and pulled it up behind Joel’s back, pushing it as high as possible to increase pressure on the shoulder joint.

“Do you want to give?” Eric asked as he stepped close to talk into Joel's left ear.

“Hell no,” Joel said as he quickly assessed the ref’s location and bent his left leg at the knee, slamming his foot into Eric’s balls.

“Aahhh,” Eric yelled as he released the hold.

“Low Blow, low blow,” Sam screamed to the ref.

The ref had been standing before the wrestlers and had not seen the action, so he could do nothing.  When Eric dropped the wrist and stepped back, Joel swung his left elbow back, slamming into the side of Eric’s head, forcing him sidewise toward the enemy corner.

Joel turned, ducked his head, charged, and speared Eric back into the corner.  He reached up and tagged Bill before delivering two shoulder blocks into the abs.  He stepped out of the ring, and Bill repeated the two shoulder blocks.  He dropped to his knees, facing into the ring.  He threw his right elbow back, slamming the point into the abs near the belly button.  Eric grunted with each hit, and there was a total of 6 before he had to break.

“Get him out of the corner, ref.  Out of the corner,” Sam screamed.  Bill stood up, grabbed his opponent’s head, and snapmared him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring on his back.

He stalked across the ring and drove two knee drops into the abs before pulling his opponent up and locking him into an abdominal stretch.  He grabbed the non-weight-bearing leg and pulled upward to increase the muscles' stretch and tension. 

“How are those abs doing, rookie?” Eric teased.

Eric began to power out of the hold, so Joel reached in and tagged Bill.  Eric was unaware of the tag until he felt Joel’s knee slamming into his abs.

Bill dropped the stretch, grabbed an arm, and threw Eric across the ring. Eric rebounded off the ropes toward the center of the ring, where Bill and Joel met him, and each delivered a knee into his abdomen, flipping him over and onto the ring floor. Bill exited the ring by walking over Eric’s abs.

Joel dropped down to the mat, lay alongside Eric, wrapped his legs around one leg of Eric, reached his arm across the neck region, and pulled back, stretching the neck, chest, and abs. By flexing his leg and arm, he could increase the pain. Eric initially tried to muscle out but was unsuccessful, but he heard his father screaming at him to grab the rope. His free hand managed to grasp the bottom rope.

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

Joel immediately released the hold, stood up, and grabbed Eric by the ankles.  He pulled him into the middle of the ring and spread his legs.

“Watch the low blows,” the ref demanded.

“If only I could do one,” Joel laughed before he delivered several stomps into the middle and lower abs.  He dropped the legs and allowed Eric to try to regain his feet.  At the appropriate time, Joel grabbed his opponent, scooped him up in a cross-body hold, and then dropped him down so that he landed abs first across his knee.  He rolled him off to the mat.

“Wow, those abs felt a little weak to me,” Joel taunted.

Joel tagged his partner, Bill, and picked Eric up in a cross-body hold.

“Get him out of the ring, get him out of the ring,” Sam screamed from his corner.

The ref had already started his five-count when Bill entered the ring and dropped with one knee on the mat and one extended. Joel lifted Eric up and released him so he fell with his full weight on the outstretched knee. The air could be heard being expelled from his lungs. 

“Ooh, that has got to hurt,” Joel said as he exited the ring.

“Come on, Eric, tag me in, tag me in,” Sam demanded as he leaned as far over the top rope as he could. 

Bill pulled a winded and hurting Eric to his feet before reapplying the abdominal stretch.  As he took his hand and explored the abs, he could feel they were softer. 

“Oh, these are feeling so hard anymore,” Bill said before he slammed several blows into them with the edge of his hand.  He dropped the hold.

Eric began crawling toward his corner, where his father encouraged him to tag out. Bill just watched until Eric was close, then jumped over Eric’s back and slammed a forearm across Sam’s upper chest, blocking the tag and knocking Sam off the ring apron. Incensed, Sam leaped back to the apron and tried to enter the ring between the first and second ropes.  However, he only got about halfway in before the referee was there, forcing him back out of the ring.

Seeing the ref occupied, Bill couldn’t resist grabbing the ankles, pulling the legs up and apart, and dropping a leg drop into the crotch, making sure the heel of his boot slammed into the abs.  He then dropped down and applied an abdominal claw hold, flexing as hard as possible.

“Oh, this is sinking in much deeper.  Maybe you should work out these abs more.”

Once he had Sam out of the ring, the ref turned to see Bill applying the claw, ignoring the crowd complaining about the low blow.

Bill reached over and tagged his partner, who leaped over the top rope.  After tagging, Bill released the claw and rolled out of the way so Joel could land knee-first into the rapidly reddening ab muscles.  Eric Jack knifed at the impact, the pain exploding throughout his abs. 

Joel stood, drove a stomp into the abs, and rolled Eric face down. He sat on the lower back, pulled Eric’s arms over his knees, and placed his hands under the chin, pulling up as hard as possible.  He had locked his opponent in a textbook Camel Clutch; the neck, shoulder, and upper back took most of the strain from a clutch, but the abs were also stretched.  With the abuse he had already taken, he felt the stretch.  Joel rocked back and forth, eliciting more moans from Eric.

“You can do this, son.  Work through the pain.  Come on,” Sam yelled from the corner.

Laughing, Joel dropped the hold so suddenly that Eric’s head slammed into the mat.  Joel stood up and pulled Eric to his knees.  Eric knew he needed to make a tag, so he sucked up all the pain, and when he was pulled to his knees, he pushed hard from his knees, slamming his head into Joel's abdomen.  He continued the push, and Joel was driven across the mat until the back of his head was slammed into the turnbuckle in a neutral corner.  He was seeing stars.

Knowing that Joel was probably not incapacitated, Eric stood, grabbed around the waist, twisted out of the corner, and slammed him into the mat using a belly-to-back suplex.  He rolled off Joel and realized he was slightly farther from his corner than Joel was from his.  He rolled over and began to crawl in that direction.

“Come on, Joel.  Reach up and give me a tag.  Come on, you can do it.”

“That it’s Eric.  Keep coming; you’re almost there,” Sam encouraged his son.

Joel took a second or two, but then he heard Bill’s voice.  He reached in that direction, but was a little short.  He scooted in that direction and made contact with his partner. As soon as their fingers touched, Bill leaped over the top rope but realized he would be too late to prevent the tag. 

That is when he noticed where the ref was standing.  He charged full steam across the ring and jumped up, delivering a standing dropkick to Sam’s upper chest, knocking him backward off the ring apron, where he backpedaled until he slammed into the protective barrier, knocking the wind from him.  But more importantly, his leap took him between the ref and Eric’s outstretched hand.  Thus, he could not see the tag was made.

After his tag, Joel had rolled out of the ring and wasn’t aware of what had transpired.  All he saw when he stood was Bill dragging Eric back toward their corner.  Sam pulled himself from the floor, taking deep breaths as he moved back to the ring and slid under the bottom rope.

“Hey, out of the ring,” the ref called, stepping in front of Sam.

“We tagged,” Sam responded as he approached Bill.

The ref stepped in front of him to push him back.  “I did not see a tag, so exit the ring.”

“What do you mean? It was right in front of your face,” Sam screamed as his face reddened.

“I saw no tag, so exit the ring, NOW,” the ref responded.

In frustration, Sam turned and slammed his hands on the top rope. As he exited the ring and returned to his corner, he looked over and saw his son being double-teamed.  

While Sam had the ref’s attention, Bill had pulled Eric back into the ring and upright.  He locked his hands around the back and lifted Eric in a bear hug.  He immediately walked him over to the ropes and set him down so his feet were behind the lower rope.  He motioned to Joel, who jumped on the ring apron, locked Eric’s head under his armpit, and pulled him back over the top rope, stretching out Eric’s abs.

“Let me know when the ref is free,” Bill said as he started using Eric’s abs as a punching bag.  “Hey Eric, these make a great punching bag,” as he continued to punch.

“He’s free,” Joel said as he released the head and stepped back to his corner.  Bill locked his hand behind Eric’s head and pushed forward.  With his feet trapped behind the rope, Eric couldn’t move forward, so he slammed down forehead-first into the mat.

The ref turned to see Eric flat on the mat.  Bill pulled Eric into the ring, stepped on the back of his knees, grabbed his arms, and pulled him up and over into a flying surfboard.  Instead of leaving him entirely in the air, he pulled his chin down and under his arm.  Eric was now in a triangle shape, with his back and abs being stretched out.

Sam was incensed at the double-teaming and the missed tag, so he hopped into the ring to try and even the score.  Joel saw him coming and leaped over the top rope.  He met Sam in the middle of the ring and delivered a spear, driving him back into his corner.  He stood, delivered two forearms, reached down, grabbed both feet, and lifted Sam over the top rope, where he dropped to the floor.

Joel returned to his corner while the ref was checking on Sam. Joel took the opportunity to drive two fists into Eric’s stretched-out abs before laughing and patting them. 

“Wow, I thought these would be in better shape,” he laughed.

Tiring of the hold, Bill dropped Eric to the mat. As Bill pulled Eric to his feet, he reached over and tagged Joel.  Joel entered the ring, where Bill was holding Eric in a full nelson.  He began driving punches and knees into the stretched abs.  When the ref’s count hit four, Bill dropped Eric to the mat and exited the ring.

Sam crawled back onto the ring apron in his corner when he looked across the ring and saw Joel pulling his son to his feet.  He noted the abs were reddened and angry-looking.  Joel escorted Eric to the middle of the ring before grabbing an arm and hurling him back-first into his and Joel’s corner.  He charged in and drove a knee into the abs.

He tagged Bill and then began to choke Eric.  Immediately upon entering the ring, Bill began using Eric’s abs as a punching bag.  Joel dropped the choke and exited the ring at the ref's count of three.  At the count of four, Bill stopped the fists and tagged Joel.  Bill then began choking while Joel entered the ring and began to punch.

Sam was beside himself and yelling at the ref to stop the double-teaming.

“They had till the count of five was all the ref could say.”

After the sixth tag, Sam could stand it no more and charged into the ring.  The ref saw him coming and jumped in his way.  Sam grabbed and shoved him out of his way, only to be met by a standing dropkick from Joel.  As his back hit the corner, Sam felt Joel crash into him with his knee landing on his balls.  He slipped to the mat.  Joel kicked him out of the ring.

He went back to Eric, pulled him out of the corner, and locked him into an abdominal stretch.   

“Maybe giving them a little stretch will help,” he taunted.

He set it up so that he was near their corner.  Any opportunity he had, he would reach back and grab Bill’s hand to increase the pain.  Joel saw the ref moving his head and realized he was about to be caught, so he released Bill’s hand and slapped it with a tag.

Bill entered the ring and got to one knee, where Joel lifted Eric up and dropped his abs first across the knee.  Bill stood and delivered several stomps to the abs before he pulled Eric back to a sitting position.

He placed his legs around Eric’s body in a scissors hold, with one knee in his back and the other in his abs.  He started squeezing and releasing the pressure.  Every time the pressure increased, Eric would groan and thrash a little. 

“Those abs are feeling very marshmallowy.  Not much hardness to them.  Definitely not something to be proud of”, Bill taunted each time he released the pressure.  Sensing that Eric was close to submitting, Bill released the scissors and stood up.  When the legs were moved, Eric fell to his back.

Bill quickly pulled him back to his feet, locked him into an abdominal stretcher, and pulled as hard as he could.

Eric immediately screamed, followed by, “I give, I give, no more, please no more, I give,” Eric sobbed. 

“Wow, I thought these were a man’s abs, not a sissy’s,” Joel said as he released the abdominal stretch, lifted Eric, and body-slammed him to the mat.  Eric lay there on their mat, remembering his opponent's taunt about his weak abs.

“The match is over, so stop,” the ref admonished.  He then grabbed the winners by hand and raised them into the air.  After mugging for the crowd for a few seconds, they turned back toward their opponents, where Sam had crawled into the ring and was ministering to his son.

Bill walked over, leaned down, and said to Eric’s face, “That was a pretty piss poor debut. Maybe you should take up knitting or something.”  He patted Eric on the abs and then spat on them.

Sam shot to his feet and pushed Bill back.  “That’s because you two cheated to a victory, as you always do.”

“Nonsense!” Bill retorted.  “We agreed to follow the rules, which is what we did, although we took advantage of the five counts during the match. That’s the rule.  But now the match is over with.”

“What’s that supposed to mean…” Sam started before ending in a scream as Joel’s forearm connected to his balls from behind.

“It means we don’t have to follow the rules anymore,” Joel laughed.

As the pain shot into his balls, Sam reached down for his nuts he bent forward slightly.  Bill grabbed his head and tucked it into his armpit before he spun around and dropped him in a DDT.  However, instead of slamming Sam’s head into the mat, he slammed them into Eric’s already much-abused abs.

Bill and Joel’s fans in the audience laughed and cheered.  Sam’s fans booed.

“Hey, break it up,” the ref said as he moved over.

Joel grabbed him by the back of the head, ran him across the ring, and threw him over the top rope, where he slammed into the thin mats.  He turned to see Bill delivering another DDT to Sam into his son’s abs.

Laughing, he walked over, and he and his partner pulled an almost limp Eric to his feet and backed him into the nearest corner. His arms were thrown over the top rope, while his legs were positioned over the second rope, leaving him hanging and exposed in the corner.

The two then grabbed Sam, who was almost back on his feet. With one hand, they each grabbed the fabric of the singlet at the leg opening, while with the other, they grabbed the fabric just below the armpit.

They charged Sam across the ring, driving his head like a missile into Eric’s abs.  Spittle flew from the impact.  They did not release Sam but pulled him back and slammed him forward again, just like a battering ram on a chain.  They quickly developed a rhythm where Sam’s head further destroyed his son’s abs.

“No, more, I quit, please, PLEASE, no more,” Eric begged.  When the action continued, he said, “Please, have mercy, have mercy,” as tears rolled down his cheek.

“Wow, such a pussy despite all those muscles,” Bill laughed.

Bill looked over at Joel and nodded. When Sam was pulled back, he was whirled around, and Joel DDT’d him to the mat. The two turned and pulled Eric from the corner, and Bill lifted him in a cross-body hold.

Joel rolled Sam to his back, bent his legs and knees, and used his feet to push up until Sam lay with his knees in the air. Bill then dropped Eric's abs across those knees, eliciting a scream.

Bill turned to the audience and screamed, “What sort of father abuses his son’s abs?”  He and Joel laughed. Bill and Joel pulled Sam back to his feet. Joel went behind him, locked his hands around the waist, and lifted and fell backward in a suplex, ensuring Sam’s head landed on Eric’s abs.

“No, no, that’s not how that is done,” Bill said as he repeated the maneuver on Sam.  Eric’s ab abuse was continuing.   After Bill suplexed Sam, he and Joel did a double suplex.  Looking out at the crowd, Joel noted that the ref had returned to his feet at the edge of the ring.   He charged across the ring and did a baseball slide at the last second, which hit the ref square in his pecs, knocking him backward and off his feet.  Unfortunately for him, his back and head slammed into one of the racks, dividing the ring from the audience and knocking him silly.

“No more, please, no more,”  Eric whined as Bill forced him to his feet and lifted him in a cross-body hold.  Having returned from taking care of the ref, Joel quickly bent Sam’s legs at the knee.  Bill heaved Eric up and dropped him abs first across his father’s knee again.  He rolled off the knees, wrapped his arms around his abs, and curled into the fetal position.

Joel looked into the audience and motioned for Zander to enter the ring. Zander whooped as he entered. Technically, Zander was Bill and Joel's manager, so it wasn’t a random person entering the ring.

Once Zander was in the ring, Sam was pulled to the middle of the ring, and Joel helped Zander place him in a Camel clutch, with his fingers splitting the mouth.

Bill and Joel pulled Eric in front of his father, lay him on his back and Joel locked in an abs claw with each hand, squeezing as hard as he could.  Once again, Eric began begging for it to stop.

Having grabbed the announcer's microphone, Bill knelt down to this menagerie.

“Sam, you are such a fucking failure,” he began.  “First, you failed at producing a true man for a son.  True, your sperm did produce a son, but certainly not a man.  Listen to this,” he said as he placed the microphone near Eric’s mouth.

“No more, no more, please, please, I beg you,” he sobbed.  Eric was done both physically and mentally.

“That certainly doesn’t sound like a man to me.  Secondly, having gotten your son into a wrestling match, you failed to protect him.  At the beginning of the match, your son had some impressive abs, but look at them now.  Mush, nothing but mush.  And what did YOU do to stop this? Nothing.  After the match was over, you abused them yourself.  Now, what kind of father is that?”

Bill and Joel’s fans roared and cheered at this speech, while Sam’s fans were screaming obscenities and calling for someone to help. Sam was red, but it couldn’t be determined whether it was from the hold or embarrassment. He knew that it was from embarrassment for being in this position.

“I’m sure many wrestlers are hoping you and your son, or your son alone, get back in the ring.  He has several other body parts that need attention. As he said this last, he reached over and slapped Eric in the balls.  Zander, Joel, and Bill all laughed at the scream from Eric.

Joel released his abs claw and drove one final fist into the decimated abs, feeling almost no resistance.  Bill and Joel pulled Eric up and ordered him to flex.  At first, he refused until Bill persuaded him by lightly tapping his destroyed abs and threatening to continue working them over.

Eric grimaced in pain as he flexed, showing off his not-so-tight and defined abs, while Bill and Joel highlighted the destruction and laughed.  They released Eric, and both turned and drove a fist into the abs, doubling Eric over and dropping him to the mat with a loud scream.  After hitting the mat, Eric pulled his hands across his abs and rocked back and forth.  Zander dropped the Camel Clutch and delivered a stomp to the upper back before the trio exited the ring to a loud chorus of boos.

Bill and Joel exited the ring and went to the ref, who was slowly trying to regain his feet. Joel reached down and grabbed a handful of his shirt to pull him to his feet. He rammed his shoulder into the gut, doubling the ref over his back.  He stood up with the ref hanging over his back.  He grabbed an ass cheek and squeezed as the group of four exited the arena and returned to the locker room. Bill and Joel had definitively started their trip as a top heel team.

Sam was pulling himself up in the ring and trying to help his son exit. It was slow progress, and once he had him out of the ring, his son had one arm over his father’s shoulder while the other was covering his abs. Every step was torture to his abs.  

As they approached the locker room, Zander exited with two gear bags in his hand,  followed by Bill and Joel, still in their wrestling trunks.   They each had a hold of the ref’s bicep and were “escorting” him out of the arena.  He appeared to be a little dazed.

“I won’t forget this,” Sam said threateningly.

“I certainly hope not.  It was a debut that will be long talked about.  And for all the wrong reasons,” Bill said.  He drove another fist into Eric’s abs, who screamed and tried to fall to his knees.  Sam tightened his hold to keep his son from falling to the floor.  Therefore, he was unable to retaliate.”

The trio laughed and continued to escort the ref from the arena. 

Sam thought, fuck, they were right. Eric’s debut was a major failure and embarrassment, and it was his fault.

He wasn’t sure how, but he knew revenge and redemption would be had.  What he failed to appreciate was how much this had affected Eric mentally.  That could be a problem in the future.