Campground 2: Day 5 Choirboy vs Angel

 

The Campground 2: Day 5

Choirboy vs. Angel

By

The Mangler

The previous day

Choirboy had watched Angel take revenge on Cumface.  He was actually quite impressed with the match and the aftermath.  In truth, Angel was one of the few people Choirboy had qualms about and maybe even a little fear of.  

He was known as a very demanding and brutal top. Interestingly enough, those who sought him out for play never had any complaints. For those who lost stake matches or ended up under his “care,” the reports were mixed. Because of that, Choirboy usually avoided him.

However, Angel had crossed the line here at the campground. He was talking smack about Choirboy.  Telling everyone how he needed Angel’s assistance to beat Spike, and how he wasted his opportunity to teach Spike a real lesson after beating him in their match.

While they were hauling Cumface back to his cabin, Angel was celebrating with his fellow skins. The crowd was beginning to disperse when Choirboy pushed several of the skins away and approached Angel, causing everyone to turn toward the confrontation.

“Alright, you little shit.  I need you to stop talking smack about me,” Choirboy demanded as he

got nose to nose with him.  Sensing a major confrontation coming, a murmur of excitement moved through the crowd.

“Not smack at all, just the fucking truth.  And what the hell are you going to do about it, pussy?” Angel demanded, poking his finger into Choirboy’s chest.

Knocking the finger aside, he responded, “I’m going to get your fucking ass in the wrestling ring and show the crowd who the real man is.  Unless, of course, you are too chickenshit.”

“Bring it.  I’m certainly not afraid of a fucking pansy like you.  How about we add a little stakes to the action?”

Choirboy paused for just a millisecond before saying, “Well, I heard you had a good time with Cumface in charge, but with a real man like me in charge, you won’t like it so much.”

“Fuck you.  I can take ANYTHING you have to deal out.  However, it won’t be an issue, because you will be the one following orders!”

“Dream on.  After I beat you, I will have control of it for 12 hours.  12 delightful hours for me, 12 painful hours for you.”

“When?”

“How about tomorrow morning?”

“Done.”  The surrounding crowd roared their approval.

The two stood there for about one minute doing nothing but staring into each other’s eyes before they mutually broke contact and moved off.  Many of the skins looked like they wanted to take action against Choirboy then and there, but held off.

“Are you sure…” Kyle, Choirboy’s slave, began as Choirboy walked away from Angel.

“Shut up, fuckface,” was the response.

The Next Morning

Word had quickly spread around camp, and everyone was ready and excited for this confrontation. Many showed up early to get a good viewing location. Tempers flared as people jostled for position, and several matches were scheduled to solve issues.

Choirboy and Angel had left it to camp management to select the referee for the match.  They had settled on Maximus, a big bear of a man, who ran a bar in a rougher part of town and could hold his own.  At first, Angel was resistant to the idea after Maximus’ earlier run-in with Ace and the skinheads (see Chad vs Tank), until Ace reminded him that he had come out on top and marked Maximus as his own.

Choirboy initially also had some concerns as Ace had overcome Maximus as evident by the Ace tattoo on Maximus’ ass.  However, after a discussion with Maximus (whom he knew outside of the Campground), he agreed to him as the ref.

“And now the bout everyone has been waiting for, Choirboy vs Angel.  I suspect this should be a hot one.  Finding a ref to try and control this match was difficult, but one was finally found and here he is ….. MAXIMUS!” 

The crowd went wild when the mountain of a man walked out. He stood 6’5” tall and weighed 315 pounds.  He was a quintessential bear with a barrel shape and plenty of body hair.  He owned a bar in the rougher part of town and knew how to take care of himself.   He took shit from NO ONE.    He was dressed in black and white striped Speedos and a black and white referee’s unbuttoned shirt.  All of his massive body was on display.  As he walked by the announcer's table, he reached out, ripped the microphone from his hands, and entered the ring by stepping over the top rope.

“Okay, you guys are looking for a tough match, and you'll get one. We will have standard wrestling rules, but…” he began, and the crowd started booing. “As I was saying, we will have standard wrestling rules, BUT I may be a little lax in enforcing those rules. These two need to settle this here and now!!”  The crowd roared their approval. Maximus tossed the mic back to the announcer, who introduced the two wrestlers, even though they were well known to everybody here.

“Our first contest is none other than… Angel.”  Angel walked through the crowd to the ring.  He was 5’11” tall, bald, had a small ring through his septum, several tattoos, and several piercings in his ears, weighed about 150, and appeared to be in shape.  Today, he wore tight leather wrestling trunks, black kneepads, and black wrestling boots.  His fellow skinheads escorted him.

“Our next contestant is the devil incarnate, but incorrectly named… Choirboy.” Choirboy was so named because of his looks.   Standing at 5'11” and weighing 180 pounds, he had a classically handsome face, blonde hair, startlingly blue eyes, and a nicely muscled body.  He approached the ring dressed in his usual "angelic" attire of all-white trunks, knee pads, and boots.  He wore two white leather bands around his biceps.  He was accompanied by his slave boy, Kyle, and Kyle's large friend, Chuck. 

When they were both in the ring, Maximus motioned them toward the middle but stopped them before they got too close. The two wrestlers locked eyes and ignored everything else.

“Alright, as I discussed, we have standard wrestling rules, but I will be fairly loose about interpreting and enforcing them.  However, if I tell you to break the hold, you better break it, or I might break you.  Capish?”

Both wrestlers nodded their heads without breaking eye contact. Neither said anything. He motioned them back to their corners and signaled for the bell when they were in place.

Both wrestlers charged out toward the middle of the ring and each other, but Choirboy ended up going face down because just as soon as the bell had rung, Ace reached under the bottom rope and grabbed an ankle, upsetting his balance.  He did manage to break his fall somewhat with his hands and arms.

“Outside interference, watch the fucking outside interference,” Kyle yelled at the ref who simply glance in his direction with a ‘shut the fuck up’ look.  Kyle shut the fuck up.

Maximus had seen the move, glared at Ace, and motioned for him to step back, which he did with a wink and a smile.

Angel continued advancing into the ring, delivering a series of stomps to the upper back of his opponent.  He straddled Choirboy, dropped his ass down in the lower back, pulled the arms over his thighs, and grabbed the chin, pulling upwards.  Choirboy grunted as the Camel Clutch sank in.  He could feel the tension in his neck, shoulders, back, and to a lesser extent, his abs.

He tried to power out, but Angel raised his ass then dropped it back down, forcing choirboy to the mat.

“Break the hold,” Maximus demanded as Choirboy's foot went over the second rope. “His foot is in the ropes.”

“Pussy,” Angel said as he dropped the chin, stood and dropped two knees into the lower back.  He walked around, grabbed Choirboy’s wrist, and pulled him out to the middle of the ring.  He went to straddle Choirboy again to reapply the hold, but Choirboy rolled to his back and pulled his leg up so that when Angel went to drop down, his balls impacted the raised shin.

Angel looked surprised as he dropped his hands to his balls and stepped off to the side, where he staggered over to the ropes and grabbed them for support.  Choirboy got to his feet and charged across the ring, delivering a clothesline across the upper chest, which sent Angel flipping over the top rope, where he dropped chest-first onto the ground.

No sooner had his chest hit the ground than Kyle delivered a series of kicks to the upper back. While kicking, he kept an eye on Ace and his cohorts, and when they came around the ring, Kyle backed off to stand next to Chuck.  Ace went to assist Angel while Pete and another skinhead glared at Kyle, but seeing Chuck, decided to ignore them for the moment.

As soon as Ace and Angel regained their feet, they flew backward, slamming into the crowd when Choirboy, executing a perfect home plate slide under the ropes, planted his feet into their chest.  Choirboy grabbed the bottom rope to keep from sliding out of the ring, used it to pull himself back into the ring where he stood, and motioned for Angel to rejoin the action.

When Ace and Angel had hit the crowd, several people wrapped their arms around Ace to prevent him from heading back toward the ring when Angel did.  Only when Pete and his friend walked over did they release him. 

Angel walked slowly toward the ring, and then, in a sudden burst of speed, he hurled himself to the ring apron and grabbed the top rope with both hands. Choirboy made a break for the ropes, but Angel flipped himself over the top rope and timed it so that his but slammed into Choirboy's head and face, knocking him backward and down to the mat. 

Angel was able to get to his feet first, grabbed both of Choirboy’s ankles, lifted, separated, then dropped his forehead down into the crotch.  Maximus ignored the lower blow, so Angel set Choirboy up, clasped his legs around his lower abdomen while applying a sitting full nelson.  He pushed down as hard as he could with his arms at the same time, he would squeeze and release with his legs.  He was trying to deprive his opponent of as much oxygen as possible, which had Choirboy struggling to get a good breath.

Angel moved his mouth close to the ear and said, “Aahh, poor baby, can’t breathe.  Now that sucks.”

When he leaned in, Choirboy grabbed a handful of hair, pulled the head forward, while forcing his head backward.  Although he could only move his head a little, it was enough for the two heads to collide, causing Angel to ease up on the nelson, giving Choirboy more movement room.  Choirboy repeated the maneuver, and Angel released the Nelson.  Choirboy reached down and pried Angel's legs apart just enough to twist around so that he was now facing Angel.

He reached down and locked a ball claw on Angel and squeezed.  Angle screamed and released his legs from around the waist as he scooted backward.  Choirboy released the hold and scooted the other way to separate the two wrestlers.  Again, Maximus ignored the obvious ball work.

Both wrestlers slowly regained their feet.  They circled each other, looking for an opening, when Choirboy did a forward flip and rolled into Angel with his feet impacting the abs, forcing Angel backward.  Choirboy got to his knees and launched forward, spearing Angel in the gut and pushing him back into the turnbuckle.  He grabbed the ropes on either side and drove his shoulder into Angel’s abs.  He did this about 10 times, until the ref said, “Enough.”

He stood, turned his back to Angel, grabbed his head, and snapmared him into the center of the ring.  He followed up with several stomps to the abs and drove a knee into them.  He locked on an abs claw.

Angel tried to pry the hands from his abdomen without success.  He finally reached up and grabbed hold of Choirboy’s nipple and tried to twist it off.  Choirboy screamed, released his claw and slid back plopping onto his ass. Choirboy slammed his feet out, hitting Angel in the side and sliding him across the mat.  Doing this again, he forced Angel out of the ring, where he landed on the grass.

Kyle directed Chuck to pull Angel to his feet, lift him up, and then drop him balls across his outstretched knee.  He repeated the move before dropping him to the grass.  Ace and Pete came around the corner, but were met by a charging Chuck, who knocked both skins into the crowd.  Meanwhile, Kyle lifted Angel’s ankles and delivered two stomps to the balls before he pulled him up and forced him back into the ring, where Choirboy was waiting.  Chuck quickly rejoined Kyle to protect him from Ace and Pete and prevent the skinheads from interfering in the match.  Ace and Pete slowly backed away to the ring's other side, but Chuck and Kyle followed to keep an eye on them.    

Choirboy pulled Angel to his feet, locked his head under his armpit, and dropped him to the mat in a DDT. He then pulled him to his feet, locked him under his armpit, and charged across the ring before dropping down delivering a bulldog.  With a great deal of difficulty, Choirboy was able to pull Angel up, lock his head between his thighs, grab around the waist, and lift Angel straight up into the air before dropping him in a piledriver.  Angel dropped to the mat and was barely moving.

Choirboy dragged a disoriented Angel to the middle of the ring and sat him up.  Choirboy dropped behind Angel, locked his legs around his waist, and then applied a sleeper hold.  He would periodically release and increase the pressure of his thighs while holding onto the sleeper.  The ref lifted Angel's hand and dropped it, where it fell to the mat.  He did this a second time with the same results.  On the third attempt, Angel could hold his arm up long enough to signal that he was not out yet.

“Not yet, Choirboy,” Maximus said as he stepped back.

Outside the ring, Several skinheads had managed to surround Chuck and Kyle, leaving Pete and Ace free. Two bodies slid under the ropes behind Choirboy while the ref’s head was down, checking on Angel.  Pete dropped an elbow onto the top of Choirboy’s head, causing him to loosen both holds.  Ace grabbed Choirboy under his armpits and pulled him backward, pulling him away from Angel, who dropped back to the mat.  Once Ace freed Choirboy, he started delivering a series of stomps and kicks to his body.

“Hey, out of the ring, out of the ring,” the ref yelled at the two skinheads.

Pete leaned over and began slapping Angel across the face and on the chest to revive him.  After several such strikes, Angel sat up and swung at Pete, who managed to avoid it.

“Hit him, not me,” Pete said, pointing to Choirboy as he stood and approached behind the ref.

The ref was trying to pry Ace off of Choirboy when he suddenly felt his arms flying up into the air and a pair of hands locking behind his head.  Pete had placed him in a full nelson.  Once the hold was secured, Pete backed up until he was in a corner.  Maximus followed backward with no resistance.

“You just rest here a minute,” Pete said as he held the ref in the corner. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Maximus asked Pete.

Pete gulped as he said, “Just hang out and see what happens,”  with a tinge of trepidation in his voice.

Pete breathed a sigh of relief when the ref did as Ace predicted and didn’t put up a fight. Pete knew Maximus could easily break out of this hold and trounce himself and Ace, but Ace knew he would probably want to see how this played out.  Maximus was also sure the crowd wanted to see as well. 

Angel grabbed Choirboy’s ankles, pulled them into the air, spread them apart, and then dropped a knee down into the exposed balls.  Choirboy screamed as the pain exploded from his crotch.  Ace and Angel pulled him to his feet and lifted him over Angel’s shoulder in an across-the-shoulder backbreaker.  Ace positioned himself against Angel’s back, and Choirboy was placed in a double backbreaker.

Angel pulled down on the chin with one hand while the other grabbed Choirboy’s balls.  Ace locked his hands over Angel’s at both points and pulled and squeezed.  Choirboy was being super stretched, and his balls were being crushed.

“Aaah, no more, no more,” Choirboy screamed, but as the ref was tied up in the corner on the other side of the ring, no one was around to hear or help. The two skinheads suddenly moved apart, dropping Choirboy to the mat.

Ace grabbed the right leg and drove a series of knee drops into it. He then handed the leg to Angel, who locked on a classic figure-four leg lock. Once the lock was in place, Angel bridged to increase the pain while Ace drove stomps into the knee.

Most of the crowd was cheering, and the skinheads outside the ring continued to keep Kyle and Chuck occupied. No one else seemed inclined to assist Choirboy.

A moment later, Ace flew across the ring, slamming back into the turnbuckle when a pair of feet impacted him.  Spike had leaped off the ropes and driven a dropkick into his chest.  When Spike fell to the mat, he landed on Choirboy’s chest and abs, which he considered a bonus.

Seeing Ace fly across the ring, Pete dropped the Nelson and started to move out of the corner, but the tag team rope was wrapped around his throat and pulled tight by Stu, who was standing on the ring apron.  The ref stumbled out of the corner, looked at what was happening, and chose to stay out of the reach of any wrestlers and let them sort it out.  Ace and Pete had started it, so they could suffer the consequences.  Given their history, many thought Maximus would assist Ace and the skinheads, but he intended to let the guys figure this out themselves, whatever happened.

Angel felt his hair being grabbed and lifted up, and then the back of his head was pounded down into the mat repeatedly by The Patriot.

Help for Choirboy had arrived from the most unlikely of people – Spike and his friends.

After regaining his feet, Spike charged into the corner, leaping just before he got there and driving his knee into Ace’s balls.  This elicited a scream, and Ace dropped to the mat.  Spike slid under the bottom rope, grabbed Ace by an ankle, and yanked him out of the ring.  He grabbed him by the hair and repeatedly drove his forehead into the ring post until Ace looked like a rag doll.  Spike released his hold, and Ace dropped to the ground.

When Ace was pushed out of the ring, a couple of the skins guarding Kyle and Georgi headed in that direction, but the audience quickly stopped them. They wanted this match to play out on its terms, and the interference seemed equal at this point.

Pete struggled but couldn’t free himself and started to black out.  Stu released the rope but immediately applied a sleeper hold and kept it in position until Pete passed out.  He was then dropped to the mat.

After stunning Angel, the Patriot released Choirboy from the leg lock, grabbed him under his arms, and pulled him to the ropes to recover. He dropped down to sit on Angel’s chest and began delivering a series of forearms while a groggy Angel tried his best to protect himself.

When Spike re-entered the ring, The Patriot stood, and the two pulled Angel to his feet.  They draped his arms around their necks, lifted him by his thighs, delivered a double reverse atomic drop on their thighs, and released him.  He was immediately met by a right hook from Choirboy, which dropped him to the mat.  Choirboy reached down and yanked off Angel’s trunks and jock strap. 

He then grabbed him by his balls and pulled him around the ring, stretching them out.  At one point, he lifted Angel by the balls, eliciting a scream.  He began to bounce him up and down, stretching out the scrotum.

“I give, I give, no, no, I give,” Angel screamed.

Upon hearing this, the ref carefully made his way over to Choirboy and Angel.

“Do you wish to submit?” the ref asked calmly, even as Angel screamed his submission.

“Yes, goddamn it, yes, I submit,”  Angel screamed.

Even knowing that Ace would be unhappy with him, the ref looked up at the Choirboy with a question.  Choirboy laughed, saying, “Make him say I am the superior person.”

The ref looked back at Angel, who was already screaming, “Choirboy is superior. I give, I submit, no more, stop, please.”

The ref signaled for the bell, and the Choirboy dropped the hold.  Angel’s hand immediately went to his balls as Choirboy dropped his ass on Angel's chest and slid up until his crotch was in his face.

“Kiss my balls,” he demanded, and Angel complied.

“Damn, pussy,” Choirboy said as he bitched slapped Angel and then got to his feet.  He turned to find Spike standing there with his hand extended for a handshake.  Angel lay on the mat, cupping his abused nuts and moaning.

“You expect me to fall for that?” Choirboy asked.

“Nothing sinister here.  You were getting triple-teamed, and we came to help.  A simple handshake in appreciation isn’t too much to ask, is it?  Look, earlier this week, you beat me fair and square.  I don’t have to like it, but I respect it,” Spike said when Choirboy did not attempt to shake hands.

Finally, Choirboy relented and took the hand.  Spike stepped closer and draped his other hand around the shoulder, hugging Choirboy.  What a fucking idiot these faces are, Choirboy thought.  Beat the shit out of them, then they help you out and then forgive you.  Douchbag.

Choirboy's thoughts were interrupted when Spike's knee slammed up into his ball extra hard.  That was the metal plate in the knee pad.  As soon as Choirboy’s balls impacted his pelvic bones, Spike dropped his knee and then slammed it upward again.  He stepped back, locked Choirboy’s head under his armpit, and dropped to the mat in a DDT.

With Stu’s help, Spike placed the Choirboy’s head between his thighs and lifted him for a piledriver.  The Patriot came off the top rope and helped drive Choirboy into the mat, where he went limp.  Spike dropped down across him, looked at the referee, and demanded, “Count.”

Liking this turn of events, the ref counted “1…2….3.”

“Keep counting,” Spike demanded when the ref stopped after three. So, the ref continued until he reached 10. Spike stood up, placed his foot on Choirboy’s chest, and gave a double bicep pose. The Patriot and Stu joined him, and all three posed to the overwhelming cheers from the crowd.  They wanted a barnburner of a match, and they had gotten it.

The three pulled Choirboy’s unconscious body from the ring and handed it to Bully, who threw it over his shoulder without any struggle. The skins who were guarding Kyle and Chuck moved to help their friends, while Kyle and Chuck charged toward Bully, only to be stopped by Chad, Brice, and Cumface.

“You can’t do this.  I need to help Choirboy,” Kyle shouted.

“This is the campground, so just about anything goes. Spike pinned him so he could do what he wanted,” Cumface laughed.

“Bullshit, that wasn’t the deal,” Kyle started trying to move past the three.

Chad reached up and grabbed Kyle’s shoulder.  “Look, you do not want to get between Spike and Choirboy on this. Let them figure it out for themselves.”

“Yeah, but you're not the one Choirboy is going to take it out on,” Kyle whined.

“That’s your choice and your problem.  Now you and Chuck can try and take us on, but I suspect a large portion of the crowd will assist us, so what is it going to be?”

Kyle looked back at Chuck, who just shrugged.  “Fine,” Kyle grumbled, looking dejected.

“Good, now join us for some food,” Chad said as he turned Kyle toward the food tent, where Brice and Cumface also started to head.  Chuck and Kyle joined them, although Kyle kept looking over his shoulder toward where Bully was heading.

Back at the ring, Spike reached in to grab Angel, but the skinheads quickly surrounded him and The Patriot.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“Grabbing Angel for stakes.  He agreed to submit to Choirboy for 12 hours if he lost, and he lost.”

“Only because you cheated.”

Laughing, he said, “We cheated only because you guys cheated first.  Now, are you going to go back on your word?  If so, I just might have to ban you from returning next year.”

The skinhead grabbed Spike by the shirt and pulled him close, “Why you little shit, I’m going to take your fucking head off.”

“Enough,” an anguished voice said from the ring.  The skinheads turned to see Angel sitting up in the ring.  “The little shit head is right, I did agree to submit to Choirboy, but I sure as heel didn’t agree to submit to you.”

Still held by the skinhead, Spike replied, “Fine by me.  But since Choirboy is going to be hanging out at our place, that is where you have to be as well.”

“Not if we don’t say so,” the skinhead yelled, shaking Spike.

“I said enough,” Angel yelled at his fellow skin.  He slowly slid to the edge of the ring and rolled out, wincing when he hit the ground.  His hands still cupped his balls.  “Let him go.”

“But Angel…”

“I said let him go,” Angel repeated with venom.

The skinhead dropped Spike and murmured, “Later,” as he stepped back.

“I’m going with you, BUT only Choirboy is in charge of me,” Angel said.

“Okay,” Spike said with a malicious smile. This was going to be interesting.

The skinheads turned to assist Pete and Ace, who were mainly out of it. The ref went to Ace’s assistance who screamed, “What fucking good were you?”

Maximus just laughed and said, “You got out maneuvered so just fucking deal with it.”

Ace reached over and pulled down the back of Maximus’ trunks revealing the Ace tattoo on his ass.  Ace screamed as he stared upward at Maximus.  “This means, you do what I say, you fucking….”

“Fucking what….” Maximus interrupted while staring Ace directly in the eyes.

“Never mind,” Ace grumbled, not completing his thought.  He then allowed Maximus and the other skins to assist him and Pete back to their area.  But this wasn’t fucking over with.

The crowd was happy because they had witnessed one hell of a conflict, expected all sorts of fallout from it, and hoped for more enjoyable action to come.