The Rematch: Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

 

The Rematch

Sam/Eric vs Bill/Joel

A Father/Son Misadventure

By

The Mangler

Sam was a seasoned wrestler and had been training his son, Eric, to compete in professional wrestling matches.  Sam, who stood at 5’11” and weighed 208 pounds, had been in the business for years and was very successful.  He had always wrestled as a “face” or good guy.  His son was also 5’11” but weighed slightly less at 200 pounds. However, his muscular development was much more evident than his father's, as you could practically see every striation, especially in his abs. Sam was also nicknamed the “Energizer Bunny” because he just kept going.

For Eric's professional debut, he teamed up with his father against the heel tag team of Bill/Joel.  Bill and Joel were just beginning to make a name for themselves, and though labeled a “heel” team, they were neither notorious nor over-the-top about it.  That is, until the match with Sam and Eric.  They had isolated Eric using every legal and illegal advantage they could, and proceeded to try to destroy his muscles, especially his abs.  They had succeeded, and Eric had pleaded for them to stop abusing his abs.  Before they had agreed to stop the match, they had even used Sam to provide more abuse to Eric’s abs.

Eric was in rough shape both physically and mentally, but his father and his trainer, Aaron, managed to bring him back to his usual self.  While he had learned a hard lesson about pro wrestling, he had survived it, if only barely.  He soon returned to training matches and a few tag matches, but Sam was careful to make sure their opponents were less experienced. He needed to rebuild Eric’s confidence.

Needless to say, Sam was furious with Bill and Joel’s abuse of his son's body and his mind, but was also highly pissed that they had managed to use him to further the abuse of Eric.  He knew that a reckoning was coming; he just needed to make sure Eric was ready for it.  But he continued to seethe.

While initially shaken, Eric had finally managed to come to terms with the action and put it in perspective as the price a rookie had to pay.  He was ready to get some revenge as well.  However, Sam had some difficulty getting Bill and Joel to agree to a rematch.  After all, what was in it for them?  They had already destroyed Eric, humiliated Sam, and made a name for themselves in the league.  A name they were reinforcing with each match.  Finally, the terms of a rematch were agreed to:

-       Bill and Joel were allowed to bring their manager, Zander,

-       Sam and Eric were allowed to bring Aaron as their third, but no one else.

-       Standard tag team wrestling rules,

-       The league's top referee to manage the match,

-       If Bill and Joel could get Sam to submit, Eric would agree to being managed by Bill and Joel exclusively for three months.

-       If Sam and Eric won, then Bill and Joel would leave the federation for a period of six months.

The negotiation had been contentious, and Sam had refused the fourth stipulation until it became clear that no rematch would occur without it.  And Eric was the one who finally convinced his father to agree to the terms.  After all, it was more likely that Eric or Sam would be pinned or that Eric would submit to end the match.  Sam submitting was considered highly unlikely.

The night of the confrontation arrived, and the arena was sold out.  Management had even sold standing-room-only tickets with ease.  The fans were excited for Sam and Eric to exact their revenge, and Bill and Joel needed to be taken down a notch, for they were becoming way too cocky and arrogant.

 “Looking for revenge and redemption, approaching the ring, we have the father-son tag team of Sam and Eric,” the announcer's voice intoned as the two wrestlers began walking down to the ring.  Following closely behind them was Aaron, their third for the night.  The crowd broke out in an ear-shattering round of cheers and applause.  The two wrestlers had elected to look like a tag team and were wearing matching red singlets that were a little small, so they could show off every muscle.  Their knee pads and wrestling boots were black, providing a nice contrast to the singlets.  Both male and female fans made several catcalls and obscene suggestions.

After a few steps down the aisle, the crowd on each side of the aisle, ignoring security, rushed in to cheer the father/son team and to slap their bodies with signs of encouragement.  This pushed Aaron further behind them, where he suddenly felt a hand come around and slap a sweet-smelling cloth over his mouth.  He tried to reach up, but hands had grabbed his arms, holding them down.  He quickly lost consciousness.  He was dragged into the last row of the auditorium, behind a pillar, to a seat that wasn’t usually sold.  On each side of him were friends of the Punksters.

The two wrestlers acknowledged the crowd as they slid into the ring and turned toward the audience, giving them biceps poses.  The ref did a quick foreign body check and sent them to their corners.  They were so enjoying the cheers from the crowd that they failed to notice that Aaron was not with them.  As they usually had no manager/third party present, it did not ring false to them.

“And their opponents for tonight's rematch, the two who decimated young Eric, we have the tag team of Bill and Joel.”  Eric cringed and turned slightly red, being reminded of his last outing against these two.  Sam shot an evil look to the announcers table where he just shrugged.

“Don’t think about it and don’t let it get to you.  It happened, but you have trained and are ready to show what you are REALLY made of,” his father encouraged.  Eric nodded and shook his entire body, as if loosening up.

The axiom “opposites attract” seemed to be proven by their two opponents. Bill was a clean-cut, good-looking guy. He stood 6’ tall and weighed 190. He was obviously in shape, but not overtly muscled.  His hair was conservatively cut. In interviews, he was initially very respectful, but had become more arrogant as his team had mowed down the opposition.  Tonight, he was wrestling in powder blue pro trunks with a red stripe that ran diagonally from the left hip.  He was wearing white knee pads and wrestling boots.

On the other hand, Joel looked like a transplant from the 60’s.  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.  He was attired similarly to his partner.  Despite his looks, he was a brilliant wrestler and a student of the sport.  You could ask him about any wrestler, at any age, and he could give you a detailed biography of that wrestler and his wrestling style.  In the ring, he had eyes everywhere and seemed to know what others would do before they did. 

They were greeted with boos and insults, which they seemed to encourage as they walked down to the ring.  They hopped onto the ring apron, turned toward the fans, and each gave a double middle finger.  This only increased the boos and jeers they received.  Laughing, Joel separated the first and second ropes, allowing Bill to enter the ring.  Once inside the ring, Bill reciprocated the move, allowing Joel to enter.

Zander had waited until both men were in the ring before he started down the aisle.  He looked over at Aaron, passed out in the chair in the final row, with his wrists taped to the arms, and winked at his friends.  Sam and Eric were so focused on Bill and Joel that they failed to register Zander walking down the aisle.  They were still blissfully unaware that Aaron was not present.

The ref walked over and began a foreign body check.  He had just finished with Bill and had turned to Joel when the two burst out of the corner and charged across the ring, going for the element of surprise.  However, Sam and Eric had anticipated this move and met them in the middle of the ring, delivering a pair of clotheslines that slammed the two to the mat.  As soon as they hit the mat, Bill and Joel had rolled out of the ring.  They immediately began jawing at the ref about being attacked before the bell. 

The ref, laughing, looked over the ropes and ordered one of them into the ring so the match could begin.  After conferring, Joel slid cautiously under the bottom rope.  As he stood up, he looked over and saw Sam standing outside the ropes and Eric bouncing up and down, ready to get the match started.

“Oh, goody.  Another chance to destroy those so-called abs,” Joel taunted the wrestler across the ring.

Eric stared at him, but refused to respond.  His eyes said he was ready for action.  The ref rang the bell, and the match was on.

The two warriors approached each other with caution before locking up in a collar-and-elbow.  They pushed and shoved as they moved around the ring, but neither man was able to get a clear advantage, so they released the hold and stepped back.

“Come on, Joel.  You can take the pussy.  Remember, he can’t take a belly shot,” Bill yelled from his corner.

Eric briefly averted his eyes to look at Bill, and Joel took advantage and kicked a foot up into Eric’s abs.  The blow didn’t have much force, but it was enough of a distraction that Joel could step in and apply a side headlock. 

Three things happened almost at once. Zander walked up to the ring and screamed, “Let’s go, boys.”  Realization dawned on Sam that he hadn’t seen Aaron, so he turned to look behind him, and Joel twisted Eric away from the ref and drove a judo chop into Eric’s throat, releasing the headlock as he did.

Eric gagged and stepped back as his hands flew up to his throat.  Joel pivoted around and drove an elbow into the side of a distracted Sam’s head, knocking him off the ring apron.  He stumbled when he hit the floor, but there wasn’t really much damage done.  He slowly climbed back onto the ring apron.

After delivering the elbow, Joel grabbed Eric’s arm and slung him around and back-first into his and Bill’s corner.  Bill threw his hands up to show the ref he wasn’t doing anything as Joel charged across the ring and drove his shoulder into Eric’s abs.  Grabbing the ropes, he repeated this several times before reaching up and tagging Bill, who hopped over the top rope and repeated the shoulders to the abs before grabbing Eric by the head and snapmaring him into the center of the ring. 

Bill strutted a little and turned to find, to his surprise, that Eric had managed to regain his feet and proceeded to hit him with a drop kick, knocking him backward into the ring ropes.  As he rebounded off, Eric, lying on his back, stuck his feet up into the air, slamming them into Bill’s abs, grabbing behind the head as Bill bent over, and monkey flipping him overhead and onto his back. The entire audience could hear the “oomp” that came from him as he hit the mat.

Eric leaped to his feet to continue his assault, but turned to find that Zander had grabbed Bill by the ankle and pulled him out of the ring.  Joel, meanwhile, was screaming at the ref about Eric's illegal moves.  The ref ignored him but admonished Zander for getting involved in the action.  Eric looked over at Sam, who gave him a thumbs-up and encouragement to keep taking charge.

Bill remained on the outside of the ring until the last moment, when he rolled under the ring ropes to break the count, then back out again.  Bill, Joel, and Zander were all haranguing the ref about their opponent's action.

Bill rolled under the ring rope the next time and started to roll back out, but Eric sidestepped the ref, grabbed Bill by the arm, and began pulling him back into the ring.  Zander grabbed an ankle, and a tug-of-war with Bill as the rope began.  The ref warned Zander about interfering. Taking advantage of the distraction, Joel jumped in the ring to attack Eric, only to be met by a dropkick from Sam, which sent him somersaulting over the ropes.  When Zander saw what happened, he relaxed for a second, and Eric pulled Bill fully back into the ring before dropping an elbow on his pecs.

Joel jumped back onto the ring apron and began screaming at the ref about Sam’s outside interference, but the ref simply ignored him and concentrated on the two legal men in the ring.  Eric pulled Bill to his feet, slung him off the near ropes, and delivered a clothesline to him, sending him to his back on the mat.  Seeing this, Joel started to enter the ring, only to be stopped by the ref.

Eric bent over, grabbed Bill by the hair, and pulled him to his knees.  Looking over at his corner and seeing the ref’s back turned, Bill drove a closed fist deep into Eric’s balls.  The look on Eric’s face told the story as the fist sank home.  Eric stumbled backward and dropped to his knees.

Sam screamed at the ref about the illegal blow, but since the ref hadn't seen anything, there was nothing to do.  Although he was convinced that Sam was probably telling the truth, he warned Bill to “keep it legal.”

“Don’t know what you are babbling about,” Bill declared as he stood up, grabbed Eric by the hair, and pulled him to his feet.  He quickly placed his arm between Eric’s legs, lifted him into the air, and delivered a body slam.  He exploited Eric's situation and repeated the move twice.

He reached over and tagged Joel, who entered the ring by grabbing the top rope with both hands and leaping over them, landing both feet into Eric’s abs, causing him to double over, where Bill delivered an elbow to the forehead, slamming him back to the mat. 

Bill exited the ring, where he was immediately tagged back in by Joel.  He emulated Joel and entered by leaping over the top rope and landing in the abs. Again, Eric doubled up, only to be met by Joel’s feet as soon as he relaxed because Bill tagged him in again.  After this, Joel pulled Eric to his feet and applied an abdominal stretch.  Eric grunted as his abs ached.  However, he had expected the attack this time, so he had been able to tense and protect his abs somewhat.  He took a deep breath and, by ignoring the pain emanating from his abs, managed to power out of the hold.  He dropped to the mat as he did.

Eric struggled to his feet and toward his corner to tag his father, his partner.  He had been getting the worst of it from his opponents and needed to get out of the ring before a total repeat of their first encounter.  Just as his father’s fingertips were almost within range, Joel drove a running knee into Eric’s back, propelling him forward, where he not only made contact with his father’s hand but also slammed into the turnbuckle, knocking his father off balance. 

Regaining his balance, Sam placed his left leg between the top and middle ropes in anticipation of entering the ring.  Joel dropped down low, grabbed Eric by his lower limbs, and jerked upward, sending Eric’s upper body over the ring post, where he hit the floor hard landing on his back

Sam, seeing Eric fall over the rope, tried to break his fall. He was vulnerable when Joel swung around and landed an elbow to the side of his head, stunning him.  He would have fallen from the ring apron, but his one leg, being inside the ring, caught on the rope.  After the blow, Joel grabbed Sam’s leg by the ankle and dropped backward, pulling the ankle, and by extension the leg toward the middle of the ring.  This momentum stopped when Sam’s ball slammed into the ropes, eliciting a scream.  Between the elbow and the rope to the balls, he was distracted and not at full potential.

Joel released the ankle, ran to the ropes, reached over the top, grabbed a handful of Sam’s hair, and slammed his head into the ring post. The ref got between him and Sam and pushed him back.  Meanwhile, Bill, having run around the outside of the ring, grabbed Sam’s other ankle.  Joel sidestepped the ref, grabbed the ankle inside the ring, and he and Joel dragged Sam’s balls along the middle rope until they reached the other corner, where Bill released his ankle.  He and Joel then manhandled Sam into the ring, where Joel used a DDT to drive him to the mat.

The ref forced Joel to step back from Sam, giving him a moment to recover.  However, as soon as Joel made the necessary break, he legally grabbed Sam and pulled him to his feet before grabbing an arm and throwing him across the ring, where he slammed back-first into the turnbuckle.  A flying dropkick to his pecs followed this.  Sam slunk to the ring floor.

Seeing that the ref was focusing on the two legal men in the ring, Bill approached Eric, who was slowly clawing his way to his feet.  Bill locked his arms around Eric's waist, lifted him in the air, and then dropped him in a suplex, making sure that his head impacted the mats first. He pulled Eric up and locked on a Dragon sleeper, applying maximum pressure.  In his already weakened state, Eric quickly quit struggling and dropped unconscious.  Bill stood, placed a foot on Eric’s chest, and gave a victory pose to the loud boos of the crowd. He pulled Eric close to the ring apron so that he could be seen only when the ref was standing directly over him.

Bill jogged around the ring and back to his corner.  Seeing the ref standing in front of Joel and berating him for his actions, Bill reached into the corner and locked his hand around Sam’s exposed throat, locking on a choke hold.  Sam’s hands flew to his neck to try to dislodge the hands, but he was unsuccessful.  Bill released the hold only when he saw the ref starting to turn.  He jumped back onto the ring apron, but made sure to be standing away from Sam so that there was no indication that he had interacted with Sam at all.

Joel promised the ref he'd behave, then walked around him to the corner, where Sam still sat on the ring floor.  He had his hands along the second rope, about to try and stand, when Joel grabbed the top rope and began driving a series of stomps into the right pec of his opponent.  The corner pad behind his back made sure the stomps had full effect.  He continued to kick until the ref reached a count of four.  He tagged Bill and exited the ring.  Once in the ring, Bill aped Joel’s move but stomped onto the left pec, once again waiting until the ref had reached a count of four.  A tag was made, Joel entered the ring, and began stomping the right pec again.  Bill and Joel alternated tagging in and stomping until each pec had received a round of six.  The pecs were now reddened and not so hard.

After Joel came back into the ring, he used Sam’s hair to pull him to his feet and grab him by the arm.  He threw him across the ring, where he landed back-first against his own turnbuckle.  His partner was not there as he was still lying on the arena floor.  Joe began a series of chops across the already abused sore pecs.

“Where’s your partner, Sam?” Chop.

“He’s abandoned you.” Chop.

“Left you to be abused at will.” Chop.

“Turns out he’s a pussy, just like his father.” Chop

After the last chop, he charged across the ring and tagged Bill, who delivered a drop kick with one foot landing on each pec.  The rigidity of the pad behind Sam made sure the pecs felt the full impact of the move.  Once again, Sam sank to the ring floor, where Bill grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him out to center ring, turning him to his stomach before releasing the ankles.  He dropped down quickly and applied a camel clutch, leaning back as far as he could to press on the back and the abused pecs.

Tiring of this hold, Bill dropped Sam to the mat, where he grabbed the right wrist, pulled the arm out from the body, before dropping a series of knees into the biceps.  He then dropped across Sam’s upper body, grabbed the right arm, fully extending it, before he began pulling it upward and backward.  This applied pressure to the shoulder joint and also stretched the already abused pec muscle on that side.  Sam grunted with the pain.

Bill would rock back and forth, increasing the strain on the shoulder, and occasionally delivery elbows into the bicep.  Tiring of these maneuvers, he dropped the arm and pulled Sam to his feet.  As soon as he was upright, Sam drove his left fist into Bill’s abs, surprising him.  Bill stepped back when Sam spun around and drove the bottom of his foot into Bill's abdomen, forcing Bill backward and into the ropes.  Sam turned toward his corner with his hand outstretched, but as the corner was empty, there was no one there to tag him.

Bill slammed into Sam’s back, driving him chest-first into the turnbuckle.  He quickly locked on a full nelson and dragged Sam back one step.  He turned, forced Sam to bend so that his nipples were lying across the top rope, and pressed downward to make sure full contact was made.  He then dragged Sam down the top rope, delivering a “rope burn” to the nips and the pecs.  Sam struggled and grunted as he slid painfully down the rope.

The ref demanded that he break the hold.  Instead, when he reached the next turnbuckle, Bill pulled Sam back, drove his head into the top turnbuckle, before delivering another rope burn down to his partner.  He tagged Joel in and stepped back, still holding Sam in the full nelson.  Joel entered the ring and began a series of judo chops and open-handed chops to the pecs.  When the ref started counting to get Bill out of the ring, Joel took each of his hands, locked the fingers behind the pec muscle with the thumb over the nipple, and clamped down on a pec claw. Sam grunted when the full strength of the hold was applied. 

Bill dropped the full nelson and stepped back long enough for the ref to stop counting, then quickly grabbed both wrists and pulled them back and up, increasing the stretch on the clawed pecs.  The ref immediately threatened to disqualify Bill, so after a little back and forth with the ref, he dropped the wrists and exited the ring.

Joel, in a show of strength, bends slightly downward before jerking back up and raising his arms in the air, suspending Sam by his pecs.  Sam screamed as Joel shook Sam back and forth like a dog.  Unable to hold the position for long, Joel placed Sam back on his feet, released the claw from the left pec, and drove his fist into the solar plexus, expelling most of the air from Sam's lungs.  When he released the other pec, Sam dropped to his knees, where Joel delivered a knee to his forehead, dropping him to the ring floor before stepping back and interacting with the ref.

Bill dropped to the arena floor, reached under the ring rope, and grabbed Sam by the right wrist.  He pulled Sam partway out of the ring before he began slamming the back of his shoulder into the ring apron.  He delivered at least 10 blows before the ref turned around and forced him to back off.

Joel approached in the ring and began driving stomps down onto the pecs before the ref pushed him back.  Bill grabbed Sam's left arm and pulled, so that Sam was lying on the apron with his head bent over it.  Bill stepped close, trapping Sam’s head between his crotch and the ring apron before he began delivering a series of arm smashes across Sam’s pecs.  Several blows were delivered.

“You fucking son of a bitch,” Bill yelled as he stopped the blows and stepped back with his hand dropping to his crotch.  “You bit me,” he screamed.  The crowd cheered when they heard this.

Sam felt his body sliding back into the ring as Joel pulled him by the ankles.  Once fully into the ring, Joel grabbed the top rope and began slamming his foot down onto Sam’s exposed pecs, alternating between the two. This continued until the ref forced a break.

Lost in the yelling and din of the wrestling, the moans from the opposite side of the ring went unheard as Eric slowly regained consciousness. Joel pulled Sam farther into the ring.  He stood over Sam’s body with an evil smile.

“Time for quality pec work,” he sneered just before screaming as his mouth configured into an “o” shape.  The scream wasn’t in preparation for battle, but for the pain that radiated from his groin after Sam’s forehead barreled into it. Sam had sat up unexpectedly and rammed directly into Joel’s balls.

“Watch the low blow,” the ref admonished.

“Oopsie, my mistake,” Sam growled, with no sign of remorse at all.  While Joel stepped back and dropped to his knees, Sam struggled to his feet and headed toward his corner.  Bill reflexively started to enter the ring, but, looking over and seeing that Eric was still not back in the corner, he stopped and watched.

Sam made it to his corner only to find there was no one available to tag.  When he heard moaning, he looked over to see Eric lying on the floor and slowly shaking his head as if to ward off the cobwebs.  Concern for his son overruled his wrestling instincts, so he dropped to the mat and exited the ring to assist Eric instead of pushing his advantage over Joel.  He began encouraging Eric to “wake up,” gently tapping his face to bring him around.  In the ring, Joel staggered over to tag his partner.

Hearing a loud noise from the crowd, Sam looked up just in time to see Bill soaring through the ropes before slamming into him, knocking him backward and slamming him to the hard arena floor.  The thin mats did little to break the fall.

Bill quickly regained his footing, pulled Sam to his feet, lifted him up, before slamming him down onto the ring apron in a body slam.  He drove two fists into his opponent's abs before pushing him under the ropes and back into the ring.  Turning, he dropped to his knees, grabbed Eric by the hair, lifted his head, then slammed it back down.  He did this several times before sliding back into the ring.  Seeing Sam slowly using the ropes to pull himself up,  Bill charged across the ring before slamming a knee into the side of Sam’s head, knocking him to the ring floor.

Sam is pulled to his feet and flung across the ring into the opposing ropes.  Instead of bouncing off the ropes, however, he screams as Joel’s knee impacts the middle of his back and he staggers off the rope, where he is met by Bill, lifted up, spun around, and slammed to the mat in a modified power bomb.  After landing on top of Sam, Bill sits up, grabs each pec, and locks on another double pec claw.  He planks, forcing as much downward pressure as he can onto the pecs.

The ref drops to the mat and counts to two before Sam lifts his left shoulder enough to break the count.  However, it is immediately dropped back down to the mat.  This sequence repeats itself several times before Bill releases one of the pecs, reaches back, and tags in his partner. He only releases the second pec claw once Joel has climbed to the top rope and leaps off, doing a 460 before slamming down across Bill's upper chest, driving the air from his lungs.  Bill slips out of the ring and returns to the corner while encouraging the crowd to continue with their boos and catcalls.

Joel rolls Sam onto his stomach, extends his right arm, and locks in another armbar, increasing pressure on the right shoulder and right pec.  He rocks back and forth, increasing the pressure with each stretch.  He turns, extends the arm perpendicular to his body, and delivers a series of knees to the biceps before grabbing the other arm, kneeing the biceps, and finally locking in an armbar.  Sam’s pecs, shoulders, and biceps are on fire.

Over in the corner, Eric, still moaning and groggy, had managed to sit up. He was still trying to figure out where he was and what was happening.  Eventually, he would slowly pull himself back up onto the ring apron and look around to get the lay of the land.  He would quickly realize that his dad was on the receiving end of a pretty intense beatdown.

Tiring of the arm bar, Joel released it and stood up, pulling Sam with him.  Joel extended the right arm toward his partner, where Bill grabbed the wrist and pulled Sam into the corner.  He then leaped off the ring apron, still holding onto the wrist, such that the top of the ring post drove into Sam’s armpit, applying intense pressure to the shoulder.

“Hey, watch the outside action,” Eric screamed from across the ring, just as the ref began berating Bill for interference.  Joel pulled Sam back into the ring, scooped him up, locked his right arm behind his back, and delivered a body slam with the arm trapped behind him.  He immediately pulled him up and extended the left wrist back to his partner.  The same sequence of events was repeated.

Tiring of the outside interference, Eric came through the ropes into the ring, only to be met by the ref, who pushed him back.

“They are double-teaming him. Stop it.”

“I can’t if I have to deal with you,” the ref screamed back, continuing to push Eric back until he exited the ring.  While distracted by the ref, Sam’s opponents pulled his right arm out of the ring and slammed it multiple times on the ring edge, driving more pain into the shoulder.  He was pulled back into the ring by the time the ref had moved back toward them.

Joel tagged his partner, stretched out his left arm, and Bill entered by jumping off the rope and slamming a knee into the shoulder.  Joel exited the ring after taunting Eric, who was jumpy and screaming in the corner.

Bill and Joel repeated their tactics on the left arm with the ringpost slam, followed by a body slam with the arm trapped.  Once again, Eric couldn’t contain himself and entered the ring, and once again, Sam’s opponents used the opportunity to slam the arm on the ring apron.

Bill pulled Sam to his feet and locked on an abdominal stretch, making sure that Sam was facing Eric so he could see the expression on his father’s face as the hold stretched his pecs, shoulders, and applied pressure to his bicep.  Occasionally, Bill would slam a fist into the abs.  Sam attempted to power out, but was not successful.  He finally lowered his free arm, slipped it behind his back, ignoring the pain in the shoulder and the pec, and locked a ball claw on Bill.

“My balls, my balls ref.  He’s got me by the balls,” Bill screamed.

“Hey release the balls, no low blows.  Release it or else,” the ref screamed at Sam, who ignored him.

Finally, Bill had no choice but to drop the hold and stagger back.  His hand immediately went to his balls.  Sam dropped to his knees and took in a couple of deep breaths.  He began crawling toward his corner with his hand outstretched.

Seeing what had occurred and knowing the tag was imminent, Joel entered the ring screaming as loudly as he could.  The ref turned to get him out of the ring, just as Eric and Sam’s hands touched for the tag.  Sam rolled out of the ring as Eric charged in and grabbed Bill, pulling him up by his hair.  He delivered a forearm smash across the chest, forcing Bill back into the neutral corner.

Joel quickly exited the ring while shouting, “Illegal man in the ring, ref, illegal man in the ring.”

Eric had retreated to the opposite corner, getting ready to charge across the ring and drive a shoulder into his opponent’s abs, but he never got a chance as the ref got in front of him.

“Get out of the ring,” the ref yelled at Eric.

“Why?  We tagged, so I’m the legal man,” Eric responded.

“I didn’t see a tag, so you aren’t the legal man.”

“Come on, ref, you’re better than that,” Eric began.  He and the ref got into an argument about who was the legal man.

Joel jumped from his corner, ran around the ring, pulled Sam to his feet, and charged him around the ring to his and Bill’s corner, where he drove his head into the ring post.  He used his arms to lock Sam’s arms behind his back and turned him toward Zander, who began raining a series of first down into the pec muscle.  He wore brass knuckles on both hands, so the blows had a devastating effect on the muscles, breaking them down.  Zander kept an eye on the ref in the ring.

Eric turned, saw what was happening, and tried harder to reach his father.  He reached the ropes, but the ref grabbed him by the waist and manhandled him back to his corner, where he finally forced him out of the ring.  Eric protested all the way, but finally realized he was causing more problems than helping, so he allowed himself to be removed from the ring.  Seeing the ref was almost done with Eric, Zander delivered two last blows before stepping away and removing the knuckles, hiding them in his pocket.  Bill had slid out of the ring, walked over, and driven a kick up into Sam’s balls.

“Low blow me, asshole, and you’re going to pay,” he screamed.

The blow was perfectly placed to cause the maximum pain, and Sam jerked forward so hard he broke free from Joel, but immediately dropped to his knees.

“Get the action back in the ring,” the ref yelled over the ropes as he looked at Sam on the floor while Bill and Joel were standing on each side of him.  He began his 10-count.  Bill and Joel pulled Sam to his feet and frog-marched him to the ring edge, where they drove him abs first into the edge.  They forced him under the ropes and back into the ring.  Bill followed, but immediately tagged Joel into the ring.  Taking advantage of the five-count, Bill and Joel lifted Sam up and dropped him down onto both of their knees.  However, instead of landing on his abs, they positioned him such that Sam’s pecs slammed into the unforgiving legs.  A scream escaped his mouth.

Bill shot Eric a finger as he stood and started to exit the ring.  Eric, seething, tried again to enter the action, but the ref was doing his job.  Bill drove another kick between Sam’s legs before exiting the ring.

Joel pulled a wobbly Sam to his feet and drove him back-first into the turn buckle.  Bill grabbed hold of the singlet straps to make sure he stayed there and upright.  Joel walked over, positioned his hands in the appropriate position, and locked on a double pec claw.  He made sure his hands were digging deep behind the muscle.  He pulled Sam out of the ring and lifted him off his feet, increasing the pain in his pecs.

“Aahh, Aahh,” Sam said.

“Do you submit?” the ref asked.

“No, no,” Sam replied as he shook his head back and forth, but he continued to moan.  Tiring of holding Sam off the mat, Joel dropped him back to his feet but maintained the claw.  He shook Sam to increase the pain.  Sam continued to moan but refused to give.

Joel released on claw, reached out, and tagged Bill.  Joel spun Sam around and held him until Bill could reapply a claw.  Before exiting the ring, he charged across and knocked Eric off the ring apron.  Eric responded by coming under the bottom rope into the ring, but Joel grabbed the ref and placed him in front of Eric.  The ref began driving Eric back to his corner.  Joel walked over, grabbed both of Sam’s wrists, and pulled the arms backward, trying to stretch out the abs.  But Bill’s claw was holding them in place, so the pain in the muscle immediately doubled. Eric’s hotheadedness and lack of experience as a tag team partner were showing in his actions, which gave his opponents extra time to double-team him.

“Aahhh, aahh, fuck,” Sam said.

“You get out of the ring,” the ref yelled at Joel.

“Oh, sorry, just trying to pull Sam free here,” he replied as he dropped the wrists and exited the ring.  Bill held the hold for another minute before tagging Joel back in.  He immediately grabbed the pec claw.  The two alternated the hold to ensure a fresh man applied maximum pressure.

“Come on dad, you could handle this, you can get out,” Eric pleaded from across the ring.

Finally, Joel came in, locked the claw, lifted Sam off the mat, and began shaking him.  Finally Sam’s pecs had reached their pain tolerance.

“No more, I give, I give,” Sam screamed as he felt as if his pecs were being ripped from his chest.

The ref signaled for the bell, but Joel refused to release the hold.  Hearing his father’s submission, Eric bounded over the top rope and headed toward him, but he was met by a powerful kick to the lower abs from Bill, who lowered his shoulder and drove Eric back into his own corner.  Pulling back, Bill drove a fist directly into the family jewels, getting a low “oomp” from Eric as well as a face full of spittle.

Joel had finally dropped Sam to the mat, where he lay moaning and holding his pecs.  Bill got behind Eric, grabbed his right ankle, and bent it at the knee.  He lifted him in the air, walked him over to his father, and dropped him so that the knee slammed into the already abused pecs.

“I’m sorry,” Eric whimpered when he realized he was being used to attack his own father.

Joel grabbed Eric and repeated the maneuver on the other pec.  This was down twice more to each pec before the ref could establish control.  The winners ran to the corners, jumped up to the top rope, and gave double three-figure salutes to the crowd, who were screaming their boos.  Bill and Joel encouraged them to continue before jumping down to the ring apron.

They each drove a stomp into a pec before exiting the ring.  Bill stopped about halfway out and turned to Eric.

“We got a match set up for you next week, sonny boy,” he sneered.

Eric looked confused for a moment until he remembered the stipulation.  A look of horror crossed his face as he realized Bill and Joel could book his matches for the next three months.

Bill and Joel used that power to cement Eric’s position as a major jobber.  He lost each match, many of them unfair to begin with, and amassed a laughing stock 0-13 record.  Sam became more incensed with each match.  His pleas to management to stop this or do something were met with reminders that he agreed to this.  By the time the three months were up, Eric’s mental state had been cemented into that of a loser, and Sam was outraged.  He vowed revenge on the two punks who had destroyed his plans for Eric.