The Old Man

 

The Old Man

By

The Mangler

The fans cheered and chanted “next match, next match” as the ref entered the ring. They were excited because Darwin, one of the upcoming faces in the Australian Wrestling Federation, was making his USA debut tonight. Darwin was muscular, handsome, and sexy as hell.  Both the men and women fans down under appreciated any match that he was in.  The crowd didn't know who his opponent would be, but they didn’t really care. Rumor had it that his opponent was going to be someone that he could show off with. Everyone was excited to see this hot young Aussie take out the competition.

The loud and sexy Australian accent could be heard through the locker room door.  “Oh, my god!  How fucking embarrassing.  Silas.  Silas. I’m scheduled to wrestle a fucking old man named Silas..  He just turned 65 fucking years old. He is a goddamned wrinkled prune.  This will not be a wrestling match; it will be a slaughter.  What the hell were they thinking?  This is not an appropriate opponent for me.  My debut is going to be a fucking joke!!” Darwin whined.

“Well then, use that to your advantage,” Tazman said.

“How is that?”

“Make it a good win. Beat him decisively and show the world what a good Australian face can do.”

“Hmm.  I like that.  Maybe this will work. I can show off my ability, and this old man can suffer.  Maybe he is good for something after all,” Darwin said as a grin spread across his face.  “Show these fucking American’s what they can look forward to!”

The complaining wrestler, Darwin, was a 21-year-old up-and-coming Australian wrestler on his first American tour.  He was best described as a spark plug as he was only 5’8”  tall but weighed in at 190 pounds.  And all of it was muscles.  He had a very well-defined six pack as well as thick thighs, biceps, and forearms.  He loved nothing more than hanging out at the beach in his Speedos so he could show off all his muscles to the boys and girls who were present.  When he began speaking, his accent only added to his appeal.  When sunning himself, he got appreciative looks from both men and women.  And as long as they worship him, he didn’t give a fuck who it was. 

His opponent tonight was Fighting Silas.  Silas had been wrestling for close to 50 years and was celebrating his 65th birthday, so he was indeed an old man.  He had slowed down some over the last couple of years, but could still give a good accounting of himself.  Unknown to anybody else, this was to be one of his last matches, and he had insisted on taking on the newcomer to show that he still had it.  Silas was also 5'8” but only weighed in at 160 pounds.  He still had muscles, though his skin was ‘loose” and not tight.

“And now the first wrestler for our next match is a sexy muscle head all the way from Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia, where they like to wear Speedos. Here is Darwin, from Down Under.”  The curtains opened, and Darwin strutted out into the aisle, stopping to strike a series of poses that highlighted his muscles.  As announced, he was attired in a Speedo-style trunks, which had the Australian flag motif on his well displayed ass, and which also highlighted his private parts to great advantage.  The ladies and many gentlemen in the audience screamed and yelled.  Several shouted obscene suggestions to the Aussie. 

He continued to strut and pose as he sauntered down to the ring.   About halfway down, he stopped and struck a double bicep pose while also tensing his legs to highlight almost all his muscles.  The noise from the crowd increased in intensity, so he failed to hear the boots slapping the floor as they ran behind him.

He only knew that the Old Man, Silas, had arrived when he felt a forearm slam across his upper shoulders, knocking him off balance and causing him to drop his arms and step forward.  Silas wasted no time in wrapping his arm around Darwin’s head and neck and forcing him over into a side headlock.  However, he did stay there long enough as Silas took several running steps forward before leaping up and bulldogging Darwin down, slamming his forehead into the concrete floor.  The sound of the head hitting concrete was sickening, not to mention stunning.

The cheers from the crowd rapidly turned to boos and threats.  Silas grabbed his opponent by the head and forced him to his feet before locking him into a side headlock again.  He pulled him toward the ring before he turned around to face the crowd.  He lifted Darwin’s head upward, stretching out the neck, before delivering a judo chop directly into the throat.  Those nearest the front of the crowd heard a loud gurgling sound as Darwin gagged and jerked back. 

As Darwin stepped back, Silas released the headlock, turned in front of Darwin wrapping his arms around his waist, planting his shoulder into the abs and charging backward until Darwin’s momentum was stopped by the ring post slamming into his back, while Silas’ shoulder drove into his abs causing Darwin to fold over Silas’ back.  Silas stood upright with Darwin draped over his shoulder and his head hanging down the back.  Darwin was desperately trying to regain his breath.

“Get in the damned ring and wait for the bell,” the ref screamed as he exited the ring and approached the two wrestles.

Silas ignored the ref as he walked over to the ring steps and walked up them until he was standing at the ring apron.  He quickly placed Darwin's ankles behind the middle rope with one leg on each side of the ring post. He then heaved Darwin up so that his thighs were sitting on the top rope and pushed his opponent’s upper body over the ring post, dropping Darwin down into the corner in the tree of woe.

 

As Silas entered the ring, he screamed at the ref, “He and I are both in the ring now.”  The bell attendant rang the bell signaling the start of the match.  The ref shot an evil glance in the bell attendant's direction as he approached Silas and demanded, “Now, let me get him out of the corner.”

“Sure, sure,” Silas said as he sidestepped the ref and drove an elbow between the thighs and down into the balls of his opponent.  A scream escaped Darwin’s mouth as he attempted to pull up at the waist, but Silas’ foot to his throat dropped him back down.  The ref got in front of Silas and began to push him back into the ring.  Silas backed all the way across the ring into the opposite corner.

“Stay there,” the ref admonished, pointing to the corner, as he began to turn back to the opposing corner.  Silas charged out and across the ring and at the last second dropped down into a slide with one leg on each side of Darwin’s head, such that his crotch slammed into Darwin’s forehead and face and forced the back of his head into the ring post.  Darwin jerked and screamed, but his ankles remained locked.

Many in the audience gasped when Silas’ crotch impacted the head, thinking about the abuse the balls must have taken.  But Silas had been in this business a long time and had worn a metal cup for protection. Of course, the cup also intensified the force on Darwin’s head.

Once again, the ref began admonishing Silas for his action, but many of the fans noted it was not too forcible. Silas hopped to his feet, threw his hands up in a “sorry” fashion, and backed away. The ref attempted to free Darwin’s ankles from the rope but was having difficulty.

Ignoring the ref, Silas jumped up on the middle rope near the corner, placed his right foot into the V of Darwin’s legs, and shifted all his weight to that foot.  He began to bounce up and down as he did so.  Darwin screamed in pain.  The ref finally started a slow count, and at 4, Silas jumped down to the mat, but drove his elbow between the legs as he did so.  This caused Darwin to jerk around so much that he dislodged one of his ankles. The ref pushed Silas back and struggled to release the other ankle. 

Saying “Let me help,” Silas walked over, gently pushed the ref aside, who began berating him, grabbed Darwin's ankle, and dislodged it from under the second rope.  As he did so, he pulled the leg up and over, causing Darwin to drop face-first to the mat with his hands still clasped in his groin and him still struggling to regain his breath.

Silas grabbed both ankles and pulled Darwin out to the center of the ring, where he dropped down and sat on the calves.  He reached up, grabbed a handful of hair, and manhandled Darwin until he was sitting up and leaning against Silas’ chest.  Silas wrapped his arm around the neck and used his other hand to push outward on Darwin’s back until he had him arched.

Silas removed his hand from the neck and repositioned it so that Darwin’s head was now trapped in his pit and his back arched in a modified dragon sleeper.  He drove a series of forearms down into the chest. Silas was wearing a red, white, and blue American-themed singlet.  He slipped his right arm out of his singlet strap as he continued to use that arm to slam blows across the chest.

He released Darwin’s head from his pit and pushed him back to a sitting position before rewrapping his arm around the neck.  As he did so, he continued to talk to the referee, so he did not see Silas grab his free singlet strap and wrap it around his throat, pulling it up high.

When he grabbed the strap and tightened it, Darwin began to struggle.  The ref checked for a choke but failed to detect the strap as it was high up on the neck.  Silas would release and then retighten the strap to keep Darwin deprived of oxygen, but not allowing him to pass out.  He finally removed the strap and pushed Darwin face down on the mat, where he took in great gulps of air like a stranded whale on Manly Beach.

Silas used his feet to roll his opponent onto his back.  He stood up, leaped into the air, and drove his knee directly into the belly button of his opponent.  Fortunately, Darwin’s well-developed abs provided some protection, but in his current state, he still felt the knee and jackknifed up before falling back to the mat.  Silas repeated the maneuver again with the same results.

Silas stood, grabbed both ankles, pulled them up into the air, and then spread them apart.  He nodded to the crowd before dropping headfirst into Darwin’s balls.  The tight Speedo had the effect of locking the balls in place, so they had very little room to move away, and they felt the full effect of the blow.  As his forehead impacted the balls, Darwin screamed again and rolled onto his side.

“Watch the fucking low blows,” the ref screamed at Silas.

Silas screamed back, “I did watch it.  Up close and personal. It was a beautiful thing.”  He laughed an evil laugh before grabbing the ankles again, spreading them, and dropping a thigh between the legs and into the crotch.  Darwin was now rolling back and forth as he wailed.

With some difficulty, Silas grabbed a double handful of hair and pulled Darwin to his feet.  Darwin felt as if he was being scalped and brought both hands up from his painful crotch to try and pry Silas’ hands free.  Silas continued pulling until he had Darwin standing with his hands still on top of his head.  Silas stepped in and drove his knee into Darwin’s abs.  The low blows and painful head meant that his abs were not really prepared for the blow, and the knee sank deep into the muscles.  As he dropped his hands to his abs, Silas smiled with pleasure.

Silas bent his opponent forward before reaching one arm through the crotch, and the other over the shoulder and onto the pecs.  He lifted his man up into the air, released him, and felt great satisfaction when Darwin’s abs contacted his knee.  It was a perfect abs breaker, and the knee sank deep into the muscles. 

Silas was quick not to let Darwin roll off his knee.  Instead, he lifted him back into the air and repeated the maneuver.  A loud ‘whoosh’ could be heard as what little air Darwin had left in his lungs escaped.  He rolled off the knee, landing near the ropes, curling up on his side.  Silas charged off the opposing ropes and as he rebounded back into the ring, he dropped down for a baseball slide with one leg impacting deep into the abs while the other impacted deep into the groin.  Darwin had no air left to scream as he slid under the ropes and sailed off the ring apron, crashing onto the thin mats around the ring with no protection.

The ref was admonishing Silas, again, for the low blow.

“Sorry, it was an accident.  My foot slipped,” Silas laughed as he winked at the audience.

He slid under the bottom rope and approached Darwin, where he began a series of stomps to the abs and chest.  He reached down and locked a double pec claw on Darwin’s impressive pecs and used this to pull him to his feet, lift him in the air, and shake him like a dog.  He may be an old man, but he still has impressive strength.

“Get back into the ring, NOW,” the ref yelled over the ropes before he began the ten count.  A slow ten count.  Silas walked toward the ring, and at the last minute, he pulled Silas toward him before pushing his arms out and tossing Darwin into the nearest ring post, where his entire back and the back of his head impacted the hard steel.  He dropped to the floor limply, appearing to be unconscious.

Realizing that the ref was nearing an eight count, Silas rolled under the bottom rope to break the count but then immediately rolled back out of the ring. “Get back in the ring,” the ref screamed as he restarted his 10 count.

“Now we can’t have you taking a nap,” Silas taunted as he approached his fallen foe.  He formed his right hand into a claw, dropped beside his opponent, and slammed the hand between Darwin’s thigh and locked the claw onto Darwin’s balls.  As he closed the claw around the balls, he also pulled outward, stretching the balls.  Darwin’s body was so sweaty that it actually slid along the mats.  The immense pain in his nuts brought Darwin back to consciousness, where he screamed in pain.

“No more,” he managed to say.  “I…” escaped his lips before Silas drove a Judo chop into his throat, silencing him.

“This isn’t over yet,” Silas whispered into Darwin’s ear as he manipulated the balls until they were down lower in the speedo before releasing the ball claw.  He lifted a terrified Darwin like a baby in his arms before depositing him on the ring apron and pushing him back into the ring.  He slid under the bottom rope back into the ring, grabbed an ankle, and pulled Darwin to the middle of the ring.  He dropped down astride his chest before locking both hands around Darwin’s throat in a blatant choke.

“Release the choke, release the choke NOW,” the ref screamed as he grabbed Silas’ wrist and began counting. At the count of four, Silas released the hold, lifted his hands back up, and then reapplied it. He had done this four times before, before the referee threatened to disqualify him if he did it again.

Silas complied, rotated on his chest so that he was now facing the feet, and began driving a series of fists down into his abs.  Each second fist seemed to sink further into the abs as Darwin’s muscles softened.  The ref finally ordered Silas to his feet.  As soon as he did, Darwin rolled into the fetal position, trying to protect his abs and throat.  He was still gagging and gasping.

Silas stood and began raining feet and stomps into the side and back of his downed, and hurting opponent.  Tiring of this, he forced a groggy Darwin up to his hand and knees.  He wrapped his arms around the abs, making a double fist in the middle of the tortured abs before, once again, demonstrating his tremendous strength as he lifted Darwin up into the air before bringing him down in an atomic drop, with his balls impacting the knee.  Silas had positioned them perfectly to take the majority of the blow.  Darwin’s face swelled like a puffer fish and turned purple with the pain of the blow.

By this point, the crowd was screaming and yelling at the ref to do something about Silas’ tactics.  They were going insane. Their increased frenzy made it to the back of the auditorium, where Beau, one of the main faces of the league, became aware of it.  He walked to the curtain to peek out and see what was happening.

He saw Darwin drop down on one knee before staggering forward into the ring corner, where he grabbed onto the top ropes to keep himself upright.  Immediately, Silas slammed a shoulder into the lower back before grabbing onto the ring rope on each side and using it to help slam his shoulder repeatedly into the lower back, each blow forcing Darwin forward until he slammed into the turnbuckle.

Silas continued this until forced to break by the ref.  Silas stood, stepped into the corner, bent over, slipped his arm between Darwin’s legs, and placed his hand on the abs. He used his other hand to reach up and grab Darwin by the chin, then stood up, stretching Darwin across his shoulders in a backbreaker.  He backed out of the corner to the center ring.  He wrapped his left hand around Darwin’s mouth and grabbed the balls with the right.  Darwin began to squirm with the pain.

Knowing what Silas was doing, the ref attempted to get around so that he could see the ball grab in order to break the hold.  Silas kept turning to keep him away. Finally relenting, he turned so that Darwin’s crotch was directly in front of the ref.  But Silas’s hand was now sitting innocently on the thigh.  However, his other hand had dropped down to Darwin's throat in a blatant choke hold.  For the next several minutes, Silas alternated between the choke and the balls.  Darwin couldn’t catch a breath, couldn’t submit, and his back and balls were screaming obscenities at him.

As Silas continued to work Darwin over with every legal and illegal heel move, Beau exited through the curtain and walked down the aisle to the loud cheers of the crowd.  Arriving at the end of the aisle, he stood and locked eyes with Silas in the ring, pointing and shaking his head no. The crowd was yelling at him to do something.

Laughing, Silas dropped Darwin off his shoulder and onto the mat where a loud ‘splat’ could he heard as he hit the mat.  Silas quickly turned and drove a knee down into the abs.  He then pulled Darwin up and slammed him into the corner, where he delivered a series of increasingly brutal chops across the pecs until forced to step back by the ref.  Darwin’s pecs were reddened and mildly abraded.

Silas looked out and Beau and winked at him as he reached toward Darwin’s pecs, where he grabbed each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, digging the nail of his thumb deeply into the sensitive tissue.  Both of Darwin’s hands flew to his chest as his eyes bugged out.  He would have screamed his submission, but he was still struggling to breath.

Using the tits, Silas obeyed the ref’s instructions and left the corner, pulling Darwin with him.  Darwin stumbled out of the corner, where he dropped to his knees as his legs couldn’t support him.  As he dropped to his knees, he ripped his tits free from Silas’ fingers causing a great deal of pain. He felt like his tits had been ripped off.

Silas forced him back to his feet, grabbed the back of Darwin’s head, and charged him across the ring, throwing him through the ropes, where he landed on the mats near  Beau, who was still staring at Silas.  As Silas made a motion to exit the ring, the ref stepped in front of him and began pushing him back to the center of the ring.

“You will keep the action within the confines of the ring.”

“I’m just going to help him…” Silas began.

“Nope, not happening.   You WILL stay in the ring.”

As Silas and the ref were jawing at each other, Silas could see Beau walk over to help a groggy Darwin to his feet.  The last thing he wanted was for Darwin to have a break, but the ref was effectively keeping him at bay.  He was startled, but managed not to let it show on his face, when he saw Beau lock a bear hug on Darwin before turning and charging Darwin back-first into the ring post, eliciting a loud grunt.

When the ref started to turn at the grunt, Silas moved forward, distracting the ref’s attention back to himself.  Beau pulled away from the ring post before repeating the maneuver, then allowing Darwin to drop to his knees on the arena floor.  The fans were at first stunned by Beau’s action, but then began booing and screaming obscenities at him while also chastising the ref.  Beau forced Darwin’s head between his thighs, hooked his arms under Darwin’s, and forced him to stand, before dropping him to the floor with a pedigree, once again slamming Beau’s head into the floor.  When Beau released him, Darwin groaned.

Beau pulled Darwin back to his feet, locked on a bear hug, and wandered over to the ring stairs. He climbed them before depositing Darwin against the top rope with his arms looped over them. Darwin was facing the audience, so Beau had no problem driving his knee into the balls before jumping down, leaving Darwin dazed, in pain, and holding onto the top rope to keep himself upright.

Beau went to the other side of the ring, where he jumped onto the apron in the ref’s vision.

“What they fuck are you doing ref??  You’re letting the fucking old man get away with dirty holds.”

“Get off the apron and away from the ring,” the ref admonished Beau as he walked away from Silas and toward Beau.

Silas moved around the now distracted ref and went over to Darwin, who was slowly pulling himself back upright against the ropes, still facing the audience.  One arm was released as he slowly started to turn back to the ring.  Silas stepped over the top rope and planted both feet on the middle rope, facing into the ring.  He sidestepped down the ropes until he was standing behind Darwin.  He leaned over the top rope at the same time he hooked his knees under Darwin’s armpit.  He dropped his upper body down over the ropes, hanging inside the ring, grabbed Darwin’s ankles, and pulled them under the bottom rope and upward.

Darwin screamed as he was now hooked in a perfect tarantula.  Silas bounced up and down on the ropes to increase the pressure.  Darwin felt the stretch of his muscles in his abs, his pecs, his thighs, and his biceps.  Every one of his muscles seemed to be pulled apart.  Anytime the ref tried to turn to see what was happening, Beau managed to turn his attention back to himself. 

Finally, having no choice, Beau returned to the arena floor and moved away from the ring.  Seeing him drop down, Silas released the hold and somersaulted to the floor outside the ring.  When the hold was released, Darwin fell to his knees on the apron before tumbling off it and slamming into the floor head first.  Instinctively, his hands went to his lower back to massage it.

The ref had walked over from the other side of the ring, and was looking over the ropes, checking on the Aussie, when Silas looked over at Beau, who shrugged his shoulders and backed partway back up the aisle to continue to observe.  Silas wandered around the ring, forced Darwin to his feet, and charged him forehead-first into the nearest ring post. As he staggered back, Silas lifted him in a cross-body hold and dropped him across his outstretched knee, abs first.  He picked him up and repeated the move before rolling into the ring to break the ref’s count.  He ignored the ref as he continued to berate him for the outside action.  

Silas grabbed the top rope and used it to propel himself over the rope to the outside of the ring, where he landed in Darwin’s abs, eliciting a fountain of air and spit and forcing him to roll to the side in a fetal position while holding his abused abs. The ref was screaming at Silas for taking the action outside the ring, but he had not initiated any sort of count.

Silas bent over and tried to pull Darwin to his feet, but with him in the fetal position and offering no help, it was like lifting a dead weight.  Finally, Silas rolled him to his back, kneeled down, and slipping one arm under his knees and the other under his neck, picked him up in his arms like a child.  He walked over to the ring and deposited Darwin on the ring apron.  As he strutted around the ring to the stairs, egging on the crowds boos, he was confronted by Beau.

“How about you try fighting clean and by the rules, old man?” he yelled as he got face to face with Silas.

“Fuck off, Beau, this isn’t your match and none of your fucking business,” Silas replied.

While the two were arguing, Silas was surprised when he felt Beau’s hand nearest the ring try to push something into his hand.  Without glancing down, Silas closed his hand over the object.  The fans failed to notice this action as the two wrestlers’ bodies blocked it, and their screaming distracted them.  Silas pushed Beau away, turned toward the ring, and slipped the object into the front of his trunks.

“Just keep it legal, asshole,” Beau yelled as he backed up. 

Silas re-entered the ring and pulled Darwin by his ankle into the center of the ring like a bag of flour. He forced Darwin to sit up before dropping down behind him and locking on a full nelson after wrapping his legs around the waist.  He locked his ankles and squeezed at the same time that he forced Darwin’s chin down to his chest as he applied full strength to the full nelson.  Once again, Darwin found himself struggling to breathe. 

Beau began screaming at the ref from near the ring edge.  “Watch what the hell Silas is doing.”

“I am.  Why don’t you go to the back?”  the ref yelled.

“Fine, I’m going,” Beau yelled as he turned and started back up the aisle, but he stopped only partially up the aisle.

While the ref’s back was turned, Silas wrapped his singlet strap around the throat once again.  It was not obvious when he pushed the chin down and pulled up the strap.  The ref turned and noted Darwin in the middle of the ring, struggling and coughing.  He walked over and looked closer before seeing the strap around the neck.  He waited several seconds before demanding that Silas release the hold.

Silas quickly complied and stood up as Darwin dropped to the mat, taking huge, deep breaths to try to replenish his oxygen level.  Silas did not allow Darwin any break in the action. He knelt down with his lower leg across the throat.

“Break the damned choke,” the ref screamed.

“What choke?” Silas demanded.

“The choke with you damned leg,” the ref responded.  While arguing with Silas, he did not initiate any count to break the hold.

Silas looked back and said, “Wow, how the hell did that happen?  I am so sorry, ref,” he sneered as he removed the leg.  He grabbed a double handful of hair and forced Darwin to his feet before locking his right hand around the throat.

As the ref began to count,  Silas flexed and lifted Darwin in the air before driving him down to the mat in a choke slam.  He repeated this move once more before moving on. He stood a struggling Darwin on his feet. 

He could hear Darwin say, “I...” before he placed his hand behind his head and charged toward the ring ropes.  Silas leaped over the rope, turned toward Darwin, and locked his other hand behind the head.  As Silas dropped to the floor, he dragged Darwin’s throat across the top rope, releasing it as soon as he hit the floor.  The rebound of the rope flung Darwin back to the mat, where he hit his head.  His hands went to his throat again.

“I’m getting in, I’m getting in,” Silas said to the ref's demand that he get back in the ring.  “Geez, a guy can’t take a little break,” he said, and he again winked at the audience.  He noticed that Beau still had not left the arena. Silas dropped a knee across the forehead before grabbing a handful of hair to pull him up.

Beau charged back down to the ring and hopped on the apron.  “Goddamn it, ref, do your fucking job.”

“I am,” the ref screamed as he turned and walked toward Beau.  “You get the fuck off the ring apron and out of here!”

Seeing the ref walk away, Silas slammed Darwin back to the mat, plopped his butt down over his face and pulled out Beau’s gift to him – a pair of brass knuckles.  He put them on his right hand and began to drive fists into Darwin’s pecs and abs.  With Silas smothering him, Darwin’s screams were muffled, and he had no chance at a submission.

Observing Beau, Silas delivered the last blow down into the balls before removing the knuckles and tossing them under the ropes and outside the ring, when he saw Beau jump from the apron and the ref turn back into the ring.  Silas stood and pulled Darwin to his feet with great difficulty.

He stretched Darwin out into an abdominal stretch, pulling as hard as he could.  The ref failed to notice how reddened Silas’ chest and abs were.  Silas clamped his hand over Darwin’s mouth to block the flow of air and to prevent a submission.

After hopping off the apron, Beau walked around the ring, picked up the brass knuckles, and headed up the aisle, but stopped before leaving the arena.  He turned to watch the action in the ring and ignored the shouts from the crowd.

Silas finally removed his hand from his mouth and began delivering a series of blows into the already abuse abs.  The abs offered no resistance at this point in time.

“I give, please, I give, I give,” came the Australian accent pleas.  Even in defeat, his accent sounded sexy.

The ref turned to the bell attendant and signaled for the bell.  He then turned back to Silas and demanded that he release the hold.  Silas refused until the ref started counting him out.  Silas released the stretch, and Darwin dropped to the mat.

The ref grabbed Silas’ arm and raised it into the air, signaling that he was the winner of the match.

“Not bad for a fucking old man,” he shouted out to the booing crowd.  After showing him off on all sides of the ring, the ref dropped his hand and started toward Darwin.  However, before he could get there, Silas grabbed him by the back of the head and the back of his trousers and charged him across the ring and between the middle and top rope.  Unprepared for the move, the ref offered no resistance as he sailed through the ropes and impacted the mats, dazing him. 

Silas walked over and forced Darwin to his front, before dropping down and applying a Camel clutch.

“No, No, I give, I give…” Darwin screamed.

“I give, master,”  Silas replied.

Darwin held out for a few seconds before he screamed.  “Please stop, please!”

“You know how to stop it,” Silas laughed.

“I give master,” Darwin yelled.

“Who?” Silas said.

“Master, Master, I give master,” Darwin pleaded.

Smiling Silas released the hold.  However, he instantly grabbed the ankles, pulled Darwin further into the ring, and sat on the lower back before locking the ankles under his pits and leaning back.  He now had a perfect Boston Crab applied.

“NOOO!, NOOO!, Please, Please, please,” Darwin pleaded as his hands slammed onto the mat.

“You know what you have to say,” Silas laughed.

The words had barely left his mouth before Darwin screamed, “Please, master, I give, I give, I give!!”

“I don’t think they heard you.  Please who?” Silas yelled.

“MASTER, PLEASE, MASTER. NO MORE, NO MORE, I GIVE, MASTER.”

“What’s in it for me?” Silas asked, although he was pleased by the response he had gotten.

“Anything, anything,” Darwin said.  “Just stop, please,” he begged.

“Anything I want?” Silas asked as he leaned farther back, increasing the stretch on the abs and back.

“YES, YES, ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL,” he screamed as his hands beat against the mat even harder.  Silas winked at the screaming audience and dropped the hold.  But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

As Silas forced submission after submission from Darwin, Beau sauntered causally back up the aisle, ignoring the fans' questions, “Why, Beau, why?”  He stopped just inside the curtain to watch the last of the action.

After the last submission to a figure-four leg lock, Silas taunted the crowd before reminding Darwin that he had agreed to anything.  Darwin simply nodded his head up and down with tears in his eyes.  He did wonder why his partner Tazman had not come to help him.  That was because Silas had handcuffed him to a set of pipes in the back before his kamikaze attack on Darwin.  Silas had disposed of the keys before the attack, so the people backstage were scrambling to find a set of keys that would unlock them.  But in all honesty, not scrambling very hard.

Silas forced Darwin out of the ring and ordered him to his hands and knees, where he was forced to crawl up the aisle to the locker room.  The crowd let Silas know how unhappy they were, but he didn’t care; he was smiling from ear to ear as he taunted them.

Halfway up the aisle, Silas stopped, bent down, and grabbed Darwin by the ear, pulling his head up.  He had deliberately stopped near one of the cameras and microphones recording the action.

“Not bad for a fucking old man, huh?” he asked.

Knowing the drill by now, and just wanting everything to stop, Darwin whimpered, “No, no, not bad at all.”

“But a pretty poor performance from an Australian pussyboy, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes,” could barely be heard. 

“Yes, what, boy!”

“Yes, a pretty poor performance from this Australian pussyboy, sir.”

Silas smiled at the added sir. He had accomplished his goal: showing this upstart Australian his place in the wrestling world and showing management that he still had it.  Breaking his opponent was just a bonus.  Maybe he would have to rethink his retirement.

Silas turned toward the back and kicked Darwin in the ass to get him to resume crawling.  Darwin dropped his head as he did so.  He couldn’t look at the audience as if this would prevent them from seeing his shame.

When the two wrestlers entered the backstage area, the first thing to greet them was Beau, standing there and staring.  Silas looked at him and, aping the crowd, said, “Why, Beau, why did you turn to the dark side?”

“Because that arrogant Aussie piece of shit came in here thinking he was better than all the rest of us,” Beau said pointing at the trembling Aussie on his hands and knees.  “Thought he was going to waltz in here, show us how it was done, and take matches that we all had worked for and earned.  And because of his body and sexy accent, management was going to let him.  Well, not on my goddamned watch they aren’t.  I and the other guys around here have worked too goddamned hard to watch him take it away.  He has to earn it just like the rest of us.” 

As he said the last, Beau released a pointed toe kick into the heaving abs of the wrestler, dropping Darwin to the floor.

He turned to Silas and said, “And don’t think I have ‘turned to the dark side, old man.’  I saw you using every devious heel trick in the book to teach this interloper a lesson and decided to add a few more: outside interference, the foreign object, and betrayal.  NOW he knows what American wrestling is all about.”

Beau stepped forward until he and Silas were nose to nose. "BUT, no, it doesn’t mean I’m on your side, because I fucking ain’t. I haven’t gone to the dark side. Just teaching a piece of crap where he stands in the hierarchy. As for you, it’s time for you to retire, old man, and let the young bucks show how it’s done. You took advantage of a newbie, but don’t think you can pull the same shit with the rest of us." As he said the last, he jammed his finger into Silas’ chest.

Silas looked down at the finger poking his chest before he responded. “I wouldn’t dream of it. It was just a special present for our new guest here,” he said with a smile as he lifted his hands to his chest palms out as if to say, “no problem.”

He took a half step back before bringing his knee up and slamming it into Beau’s balls.  As Beau’s face registered the shock of the blow, Silas grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Beau’s head down, locked it under his armpit, and dropped down into a DDT, slamming Beau’s head into the floor.

“So, you would NEVER fall for that shit, huh?” Silas said, standing and repeatedly kicking Beau in the side. “Well, I’m not retiring because I’m not done with you and your cronies yet.  Stupid ass young bucks.”  He dropped a knee down onto Beau’s forehead, rendering him almost unconscious.

“Fucking idiot,” Silas mumbled as he got to his feet.  He reached down and pulled Darwin to his feet by his hair and trunks before shoving him toward his private locker room, saying, “Move it, boy. You’ve still got some work to do.  It’s going to be a long night for you, but a very pleasurable one for me,” he gloated as he rubbed his crotch.

Darwin whined as he stumbled through the locker room door.  Not a single thing went right for his debut.  Maybe he should just tuck tail and return to Australia. But management wasn't going to allow that.  He would be forced to serve out his contract.  After tonight’s action, they knew a perfect feud had been ignited.