Walker vs Sunshine

 

[This match takes place sometimes in the future.  It is set up that way because I have further plans for Walker before the events of this match.  However, this match just demanded to be written, so it was.]

Walker vs Sunshine

By

The Mangler

 

“Welcome to the Friday night fights.  Tonight, gentlemen and ladies, we have two new wrestlers for one of our preliminary bouts.  Up first is Walker.” 

The cage door opened, and Walker entered the ring.  He appeared in his forties, stood at 6’1 ½”, and weighed about 180 pounds.  He was wearing a pair of red square-cut trunks.  His pecs and abs were in shape but not supercut.  He had brown hair, cut short, and it was obvious that he could have been a model in his younger years.  However, as it has, time has taken a small toll on his image, but not much.

He sauntered down to the aisle, looking very confident.  Truth be told, he was nervous.  He had always wanted to wrestle and played around at it, but he couldn’t take the risk with his modeling career.  Several years ago, he joined the UWA in an administrative capacity, and during that time, he had been learning the ropes of the game's business and the athletic side.  Recently, he had secretly allied with the league's heels, assisting them discreetly whenever he could.

His proudest but unspoken accomplishment was helping The Executioner take down Marshall Gould.  No one knew his involvement, so he was still working behind the scenes to help the heels out.  In return, he had been getting lessons from the heels who felt he was ready for in-ring action. 

He had tried to get a match in the UWA, but they refused due to the conflict that would be posed.  So, it had been arranged for him to be in a preliminary bout at the Redneck Arena.  A notorious wrestling venue known for wild anything-goes action – sexual and otherwise – he was reluctant until he was assured that this was a preliminary bout and his opponent was also a newbie.

Arriving at the ring, he hopped onto the apron, turned to the crowd, and gave them a double bicep pose.  He received some cheers and some polite applause.  After all, he was an unknown at this point.  He did notice that The Executioner was in attendance.

“And our special referee for this match is…….B&B’s very own Barry,” the announcer intoned.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically at this choice.  B&B was one of the league's more devious tag teams, and the crowd assumed he would be a one-sided ref.

Standing 5’8” and weighing 155 pounds, Barry was cut and muscled.  He walked through the cage door wearing a standard ref shirt, very tight to show off his physique, and a pair of black square-cut trunks instead of pants.  He was scheduled to be on the card later and didn’t want to change.   At least, that was his excuse.  He strolled down to the ring and slid under the bottom rope. He then approached Walker and extended his hand.

Walker grabbed the hand and shook it.

“Nice to see a ‘real’ ref for this match.”

“But of course.”  Barry lowered his voice and said, “Just remember all the shortcuts we taught you.” 

Walker nodded and smiled.

“And his opponent in tonight’s match is… What the fuck?” the announcer said. 

“Er, I mean his opponent for tonight is Ray of Sunshine.”

There was laughter and confusion in the crowd.

“Who the fuck comes up with these names?”  the announcer said.

The cage door opened, and in walked a vision in yellow – the polite way to describe him.  He wore a pair of black wrestling boots with a pair of bright yellow tights with orange rays emanating from his ass.  His knee pads were rainbow-colored, and he wore an oversized long-sleeve yellow shirt.  He also sported a yellow mask.

He hesitantly entered the cage door and walked slowly down to the ring, his head constantly turning as if trying to take everything in. 

“It’s a jobber boy,” someone shouted.  “Walker is going to kick his Twinkie ass.”

The crowd cheered and laughed.  They now had a favorite in this match – Walker.

He slowly climbed onto the ring edge and entered between the top and center ropes.  Walker quickly charged across the ring and swung his right leg into the second rope, driving it up into Sunshine’s crotch.   Judging by his reaction, the placement was perfect.

Sunshine screamed, dropped his hand to his crotch, and then fell off the ring to the floor. 

Instead of berating Walker for the before-the-bell action, not to mention the cheap shot, Barry turned to the starter and signaled for the bell to be rung. 

Seeing Barry looking the other way and hearing the bell ring, Walker stepped through the ropes before jumping down toward his opponent lying on the floor.

Sunshine raised his knee up and provoked a loud scream as his knee found its way between Walker’s legs, slamming into his balls.  Sunshine had been playing possum;  The second ring rope had impacted him on his thigh, not his nuts.  

“I should disqualify you for that low blow,” Barry screamed down at Sunshine, who responded by raising his two hands and shrugging his shoulders as if to say, “Oops.”

He reached down, grabbed a handful of Walker’s hair, pulled him to his feet, and forced him back into the ring.  He quickly followed.

However, as he got to his feet, Barry was immediately in his face.

“Listen up, asswipe, I run a clean match here and enforce the rules.  You’ve already broken two of them: low blow and grabbing the hair.  Keep it up, and you’ll find yourself disqualified.  Got it.”

“Yeah, I got it,” Sunshine growled. Looking over Barry’s shoulder, he saw that Walker had managed to get back to his feet, so he stepped back into the middle of the ring and gave Walker a come-here gesture.

Walker walked partially down the ring beside the ropes, adjusting his package until he turned and headed toward Sunshine. Standing in the middle of the ring, he raised his right hand in a strength challenge. Walker raised his left hand and slowly intertwined their fingers. He slowly raised his right hand to complete the strength test.

Just before the two wrestlers’ hands met, Walker suddenly pulled his left hand down and jerked Sunshine forward while bringing his right knee up, slamming it into his opponent’s abs.  Sunshine grunted as the blow hit and bent forward.  A look of surprise came across Walker’s face as his knee encountered rather tough abs instead of the softness he expected.

However, Walker wasted no time wrapping his arm around Sunshine’s neck, pulling his head down and taking three steps toward the ropes before dropping down in a bulldog, driving the head into the mat.  As soon as the wrestlers hit the mat, Walker pulled Sunshine’s head up, pulled him forward, and draped his neck across the bottom rope.

He grabbed the top rope with both hands and used it as he jumped in the air before butt slamming onto Sunshine’s upper back, driving the neck harder across the rope.  He remained sitting on the upper back but leaned between the top and second rope, reached down, grabbed the bottom rope on each side of Sunshine’s head, and pulled up.  He had Sunshine’s throat sandwiched between his butt pushing down and his hands pulling up.

In no hurry, Barry walked over and said, “Hey man, you need to get out of the ropes.  That’s not allowed.”  Much more quietly, he said, “Not a bad move, dude.”

“Really?”  Walker asked.  “I’m so sorry, then.”  He released the bottom rope with his hand and pulled back through the ropes, although he did not rise off his opponent's back. 

“Is that better he asked.

“It is.  But, uhh, I think you are choking him, and you really shouldn’t be doing that either.”

“Oh, man, my bad.  This is my first match,” was the reply.

“I know, figuring all these things out takes time.”

Sunshine was starting to turn blue from the lack of air, but he sucked in a great gasp of air when Walker stood up and relieved the pressure on his neck.  Walker drove two stomps into the upper back and lower head before backing up at Barry’s request. 

Not wanting to give Sunshine any opportunity to recover, Walker grabbed both ankles, lifted them in the air, and jerked his opponent off the rope and into the middle of the ring.

“You really should have kicked him in the balls first.  Keep him hurting,” Barry whispered so only Walker could hear.

“Got it,” Walker replied as he bent the right leg at the knee, placed his foot on the lower thigh, and slammed down.  He did this twice more to the knee.  Sunshine grunted with the pain of each slam.

Walker turned Sunshine to his stomach, grabbed the right leg, and attempted to place a figure-four leglock.  However, using his other leg, his opponent pushed Walker off and into the ropes.  Walker hooked the top rope to keep from rebounding.  Sunshine slid to the other side of the ring and used the ropes to pull himself to his feet.  He was hobbling on his right leg.

The two wrestlers cautiously approached each other and started to hook up in a collar and elbow.  However, at the last minute, Walker drove his knee into Sunshine’s abs and grabbed him in a headlock.   He turned away from the ref and drove two judo chops into the throat, letting go after the second one.  Sunshine staggered back and brought his hands up to his throat, trying to get a deep breath. 

With his front now wide open, Walker rebounded off the ropes and delivered a clothesline, knocking Sunshine to the mat.  He quickly rolled under the bottom ropes and dropped to the arena floor.

Walker started to exit the ring as Barry shouted, “Hey, keep the action in the ring.”  Quietly, he added, “Don’t forget you have a cage to help you.”

Walker’s smile increased at the last words, and he dropped to the floor.  He immediately grabbed a handful of hair, pulled Sunshine to his feet, placed one hand around the back of the head, and charged him headfirst into the cage.  He purposefully aimed for one of the posts.  He repeated the head slam a second time, then forced Sunshine completely against the fence.

A couple of the audience members reached out and grabbed a handful of the yellow shirt, pulling it tight and holding him in place.

Barry had exited the ring and casually walked over to the two wrestlers just as Walker delivered a second shoulder block to the lower back.

“We need to get the action back into the ring,” Barry said as Walker continued pounding shoulders into the back.

Finally, Barry began what had to be the slowest 10-count in wrestling history. Walker grabbed Sunshine by the head and dropped down to the floor, delivering a reverse neckbreaker. He then stood, threw his hands up in the air, and walked backward toward the ring, with Barry following him.

Walker slipped under the ropes and back into the ring. Barry walked over to Sunshine. “You need to get back into the ring now,” he admonished. He reached over and grabbed him by his shirt, using it to yank him to his feet.

He pulled Sunshine back toward the ring, and at the last minute, he swung him around by his shirt, causing the wrestler to run into the edge of the ring's apron first. He grunted and took a couple of steps back.

“Sorry about that,” Barry said. He placed his hand behind Sunshine's head and forced him back to the ring edge.

Walker reached between the second and bottom rope, grabbed Sunshine by the mask, and yanked, trying to pull him back into the ring.  Barry placed his hand, none too gently, into Sunshine's crotch and pushed upward.  Sunshine was hauled back into the ring by his mask and his nuts.

Barry then walked around the ring to the stairs to climb back into the ring.

When Sunshine was about ¾ of the way back into the ring, Walker slammed his forehead down onto the ring floor.  He next pulled him to his feet, locked his hand around his throat, and lifted him into the air.  He held him there until he saw Barry climbing through the ropes.  He delivered a choke slam and started grandstanding for the crowd.

Walker was basking in the cheers from the fans.  He turned and walked toward Sunshine, planning his next course of action.  He pulled him to his feet, grabbed a wrist, and threw him across the ring and into the ropes.  As he rebounded, Walker set up for the clothesline, but Sunshine ducked, ran to the opposite ropes, and rebounded. 

When he met Walker in the middle of the ring, he dropped his shoulder and buried it into his opponent's gut.  Instead of letting him fall to the mat, however, he wrapped his hands around his waist, picked him up, and charged him into the nearest turnbuckle.  He pulled him out and slammed him back in again 4 times before Barry started berating him.

“Oopsie, my bad,” Sunshine said as he stepped out of the corner.  Barry started to stand in front of him to berate him further, but the wrestler sidestepped him and delivered a stomp into Walker’s abs.  Barry began to yell at Sunshine and even grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Don’t touch me,” Sunshine bellowed at Barry, who stepped back.

“Then break when I say break, asshole,” was Barry’s response.

Sunshine grabbed a wrist, pulled Walker out of the corner, and threw him so hard across the ring that after slamming back first into the turnbuckle, he stumbled several steps into the ring before being met by a charging Sunshine, who slammed him back in the corner with a shoulder block to the abs.

He started to slam another shoulder into his opponent when he felt the ref’s hand grab him by the shoulder and pull him back.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Sunshine screamed.  No one seemed to notice that his voice got deeper.

“Stopping you from using illegal holds.”

“You didn’t have any problem with him doing them,” Sunshine retorted.

“Hey, are you calling me an unfair ref?” Barry demanded as he got nose to nose.

“I’m calling you a …FUCK,” Sunshine screamed as the tip of Walker’s wrestling boot slammed into his balls.”

Walker had used the distraction to recoup and launch a counterattack.

“My balls…” Sunshine squealed as he dropped his hands to his crotch.

“Is this really the time to play with yourself?” Barry laughed.

Walker launched a standing dropkick that hit Sunshine between his shoulder blades, sending him careening across the ring. He ran head-first into the top turnbuckle and staggered back into the ring before dropping to the mat.

Walker, giving him no time to recover, dropped down, hooked a leg, and went for the pin.

“1…2…” Barry counted before Sunshine threw up a shoulder.

“Count faster, ref,” Walker shouted as he went to stand up.

Sunshine reached up and raked his hands across Walker’s eyes.

“Watch the fucking eye gouge,” Barry screamed.

Sunshine ignored him as he regained his feet.  He stepped back and gave Walker time to stand as well.  As soon as Walker was up, Sunshine drove a foot into his abs, doubling him over and pushing him back with his ass between the ropes.  Sunshine charged across the ring and drove a knee into the forehead, causing Walker to slip between the ropes and fall to the floor.

Sunshine threw his hands up in the air and went to a neutral corner.  Barry turned to look at Walker lying on the Arena floor.  He began a slow ten count.  Walker used the edge of the ring to haul himself up to his feet.  Suddenly, he was flying back where he had impacted one of the poles holding up the fence.  He screamed, stumbled, and dropped face down on the floor.

Sunshine had charged out from the corner and did a perfect home plate slide with his feet, impacting Walker directly in the solar plexus.  After the hit, Sunshine continued to slide outside the ring. 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Barry screamed.

“Taking out the trash,” Sunshine responded as he grabbed Walker by the hair and forcibly pulled him up.  Barry leaped over the rope to the arena floor but could not reach the two wrestlers before Sunshine lifted Walker into a cross-body hold.  He charged the nearest ring post, slamming Walker’s back into it.  He did this twice more before depositing Walker on the ring apron.

“This is illegal.  Get the action back in the ring,” Barry yelled at Sunshine.

“Oh, grow the fuck up.  This pro-wrestling, not some namby-pamby bullshit,” Sunshine responded as he started to jump back onto the ring apron.  Barry reached out and grabbed him by the bicep.  He was somewhat stunned by what he felt.

“Get the fuck off me, asshole,” Sunshine roared as he jerked his arm away from the ref and hopped on the apron.  He gave Walker two stomps to the abs before leaping over the top rope and back into the ring.

As Barry returned to the ring, he looked over at the commissioner. He noted a smirk on his face and a gleam in his eye.

“What the fuck is going on?” he mumbled.  He knew the commissioner was up to something.

Sunshine grabbed Walker by the ankles and pulled him back to the middle of the ring.  He dropped an elbow into the abs, knelt beside him, and locked on an ab claw.  Walker grunted with the pain.

After tiring of the hold, Sunshine leapt to his feet, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Walker to his feet.

“Watch the hair pulling,” Barry admonished.

Sunshine lifted Walker as if he was going to deliver a bodyslam, but instead dropped him back-first across his knee in a backbreaker.  He pushed down with the heel of his hand on the chin.  He looked down and noted the bulge in Walker’s trunks, so he slapped the balls with the flat of his hand before locking on a ball claw.  At the same time, he dropped the chin and applied a choke.

“No ball work.  Release the hold,” Barry demanded.  Sunshine ignored him and held both holds until Barry reached the count of four.  He then dropped Walker to the mat.

Ignoring the ref, he stood up and planted two stomps on the abs before placing his foot on the pecs and doing a double bicep pose. The crowd laughed or booed. It was a funny sight watching someone dressed all in sunshine yellow, wearing a baggy shirt, do a bodybuilder pose.

Smiling, Sunshine reached down with both hands and grabbed the hem of his shirt.  He jerked the garment off in one fluid movement and resumed his double pose.  Several loud gasps were heard from the audience before some cheers and catcalls were heard because flexing in the ring was a guy with muscles on muscle on muscle.  You could see striations of individual muscle fibers.  His abs looked like a miniature chessboard as you could see each ab easily outlined.

Sunshine looked down at Walker and saw surprise and maybe some fear in his eyes.  He straddled Walker and then dropped butt down into the abs forcing air from Walker’s lungs.

“Who the hell are you?” Barry asked.  He thought the physique looked familiar.

“His fucking worse nightmare,” Sunshine responded as he took one hand and grabbed the top of his mask.  He used the other hand to loosen the ties in the back and slowly began to pull the mask upward, but stopped just as his chin came into view.

There was silence in the arena as everyone anticipated who would be exposed.  Pandemonium broke out in the form of cheers, laughter, backslapping, and catcalls as the mask was suddenly yanked off, revealing……Marshall!!!

“Oh shit,” Walker said as he became aware of who was sitting at home.

“Oh, fuck would be more appropriate.  Or maybe up shit creek without a paddle,” Marshall said before slamming a fist into Walker's forehead.

“Did not expect that, but pretty impressive,” Barry thought.  He looks over to see a self-satisfied grin on the commissioner's face.  He had to give credit where credit was due.  “He knows how to book ‘em.”

“Okay, break the hold, no fists, no fists,” Barry said.

Surprisingly, Marshall obeyed and leaped to his feet.  He quickly pulled Walker to his feet and hoisted him into an over-the-shoulder backbreaker, pulling down on the chin and the thighs.  He walked around the ring, displaying Walker as he struggled in the hold.  As he turned at one point, he stumbled into the ref, who had placed himself in the way.  He lost his balance, which brought him close to the ropes, where Walker was able to grab the top rope and yank, pulling him off his shoulders.  As he fell off the shoulders, he twisted to land on his knees.

“Watch where you’re going,” Barry screamed at him as he staggered back.

“Well, stay out of my…” Marshall began before a scream emanated from his mouth.  After Walker hit his knees, he threw a forearm between Marshall’s legs into the nuts.  Marshall collapsed to his knees.  Walker followed up with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking Marshall flat to the mat.

Barry pretended not to see the low blow as Walker went to the prone Marshall and began a series of stomps to the lower back, followed by two knees. He went to roll Marshall over when he let out a loud scream because as Marshall rolled, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed a handful of balls.

Barry immediately began a count and ordered Marshall to release the nuts.  Marshall obeyed but used his opposite hand to drive a fist deep into Walker’s abs, knocking him backward. Although he wanted to hop to his feet, Marshall still felt the blow to his nuts, so instead, he rolled under the ropes to the outside of the ring, where he began to walk around to try and relieve some of the pressure in his balls.

The ref began a 10-count that was quicker than usual. Marshall shot him a single-finger salute. When Barry neared the 10, Marshall grabbed the bottom rope to return to the ring. Fortunately, Walker charged over, so the ref had to break off the count to push him back.

Marshall released the rope and continued to pace back and forth.  Barry returned to the ropes and said, “Get back in the ring,” before he started his count.  When he reached the count of 5, Marshall began to jog around the ring.  Both Barry and Walker turn to follow him as he makes his rounds.

Suddenly, Marshall turns to the ring and grabs the second rope. As Walker charges over, Marshall launches himself between the first and second ropes and spears Walker in the abs, forcing him back and down to the mat. He sits astride Walker and begins raining blows down on the upper chest and head.

Barry charges over and demands that Marshall stop with the blows. When he continues, Barry reaches over, grabs Marshall's right arm by the bicep, and pulls back to prevent him from landing the next blow.

Marshall reaches over and pushes Barry away from him, jerks his arm free, delivers another blow to Walker, and leaps to his feet.

“That’s it. I’m going to disqualify your sorry ass,” Barry screamed.  “You don’t touch the ref.”

“You touched me first, asshat.  But if Walker needs you to cheat for him to get a worthless win, then so be it.”

Barry looked over toward the bellman as if to signal for him to ring the bell, but he saw the commissioner standing there shaking his head no.  He wanted the fight to continue.   Barry just shrugged.  He still had the power to affect the match.

During this confrontation, Walker pulled himself back into the corner, using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.  He had no sooner stood up than Marshall charged in, smashing him back into the corner.  He grabbed a wrist, pulled Walker from the corner, and slung him across the ring into the other corner.  He followed him in and snapmared him to the center of the ring.

Marshall walked over and dropped a knee into the right bicep. He grabbed the right wrist, held the arm to the side, and delivered repeated knees into the bicep. Tired of this, he pulled Walker to his feet, twisted the right arm behind his back, picked him up, and delivered a bodyslam with the arm trapped behind the back.

He went to repeat the bodyslam but changed his mind and instead delivered a backbreaker across his knee. Instead of letting Walker fall to the mat, he lifted him back and repeated the breaker. He rolled Walker face-first off his knee and delivered a series of stomps and knees to the back.

Marshall rolled out of the ring, grabbed an ankle, and pulled Walker out as well.  He lifted him in a cross-body hold and ran him back-first into the corner post several times.  He took full advantage of the 10 count, delivering Walker and himself back to the ring at the count of 9.  He ignored Barry screaming and yelling at him. 

Marshall rolled Walker to his front, sat on the middle of his back, and locked both ankles under his armpits, turning his opponent into a Boston Crab. He bounced up and down to increase the pressure on the back, grunting with each blow.

“He’s in the rope. You need to break the hold,” Barry yelled.

Marshall didn’t even check as he knew he wasn’t close to the ropes, but he dropped the hold, quickly stood up, rotated 180 degrees, dropped his ass down onto the lower back, and pulled both arms up and over his thighs.  He grabbed the chin and pulled back.  He had traded the crab for a Camel clutch. 

 “Not in the ropes now,” Marshall laughed.

Once again, he bounced to increase the pain in his back. He quickly dropped the hold, stood, and delivered a series of knees and stomps to the back. He pulled Walker up, trapped his head between his thighs, grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up at the same time he released the head, and then brought him down to the mat in a powerbomb.  Walker was seeing stars, and his back was killing him.

Not giving him any break at all, Marshall rolled him to his back, bent both legs at the knees, stood on the lower thighs, grabbed both wrists, pulled up, and fell backward, pulling Walker up into a flying surfboard. Once he had him in the air, he reached up and grabbed the chin, pulling down, increasing the pressure on the back.

Walker was trying to twist free but wasn’t having any luck.  Barry checked to see if he wanted to submit, but Walker said no, although he thought about it for a second.  Marshall continued to apply as much pressure as possible.  Barry walked around the two wrestlers. 

When he got to the side of Marshall, he “tripped” over his own feet and slammed into Marshall's right leg, knocking him and Walker over to the side.  Marshall broke the hold when Walker hit the mat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I slipped,” Barry said, horrified.

Marshall just smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it.  Everyone knows what a clumsy oaf you are.”

Barry shot daggers at Marshall, who was delivering a series of stomps to his opponent's back.  He rolled Walker to his front, grabbed both legs, and pulled them up and around his waist. He bent over, locked his hands under Walker’s waist, and, demonstrating his strength, pulled Walker up from the mat and tossed him lightly in the air. 

As soon as his hands were free, he worked them between Walker’s bicep and chest, brought them up, and locked them behind Walker’s neck.  He had him in a flying Full-nelson.  By not being on his feet, the hold applied pressure to Walker’s neck, shoulders, and his already abused back.

“Do you want to submit?” Barry asked.

At first, Walker said nothing, but then said a tentative ‘no.’  Everyone knew he was close to submitting.  Barry walked around so that he was behind Walker.  He shot a double one-finger salute to the commissioner, turned, and delivered a pump handle between Marshall’s legs, impacting perfectly on the nuts.

Marshall grunted and dropped the full nelson, freeing Walker.  Unfortunately, Walker wasn’t expecting this and fell forehead-first into the mat without being able to break his fall.  His legs fell from Marshall’s waist.

Barry wrapped his arms around Marshall’s waist and maneuvered him around before falling backward, delivering a German suplex into the turnbuckle.  He pulled Marshall from the corner, locked his head between his thighs, and delivered a pile driver, leaving Marshall lying on the mat, moaning but not moving. 

The crowd cheered this turn of events. Seeing Marshall get beat up always inflamed the crowd, and it being the ref doing it was a bonus. Wiley and Liam, Marshall’s friends in the crowd, winced but didn’t show much other emotion.

Barry walked over and tried to revive Walker.  He partially succeeded but ended up having to pull a groggy Walker over to lay him on Marshall. 

He dropped to the mat and counted  “1…2…3…4…5.”   Barry added a couple of extra counts to reinforce the point that Marshall lost.

It took several tries before Barry could get Walker to his feet to celebrate winning his first professional match.  The crowd was wildly cheering him. 

Marshall lay on the mat looking upward as Barry lifted Walker’s hand in the air to signify his win.  Walker was a little unsteady, but the crowd was cheering approvingly, and he was soaking it in.  As Barry and Walker turned to address the second side of the ring, Marshall swung his right leg up between Walker’s legs, driving the tip of his boot deep into the balls.  He wasn’t as out of it as he appeared to be because he was in better shape than Walker and managed to recover quicker. 

Walker screamed and jerked his hands downward toward his crotch, pulling Barry’s hand down and throwing him off balance.  Marshall pulled both feet back and delivered a mule kick to Barry’s ass, knocking him forward and between the ropes to the floor, where he slammed forehead first onto the mat around the ring. 

Marshall quickly gained his feet, locked Walker’s head between his thighs, grabbed him around the waist, and lifted him vertically.  He held the stance for several seconds before dropping Walker’s head to the mat in a picture-perfect pile driver.

Marshall looked down into Walker’s eyes and knew he was dazed.  The previous abuse had taken its toll, so the pile driver was extra effective.  He dropped to the floor, where Barry was slowly trying to regain his feet.  Marshall helped him rise, pulling him over his shoulder in a backbreaker.  His left hand pulled down on the chin, while the right hand slipped into the back of Barry’s trunks, between his thighs, and grabbed both balls.  He squeezed as hard as he could before letting up on the pressure a little.  Barry screamed.

“The way I see it, you’ve got two choices.  Risk having your nuts become useless, or get the hell out of the cage and stay out.  Marshall squeezed as hard as he could again as he finished the statement.

“Which is it going to be?

“Leaving, leaving, let up, I’ll leave,” Barry screamed, flailing his arms at the immense pain in his nuts.

Marshall eased up on the pressure but did not completely release the balls. Instead, he turned and walked to the cage door with Barry still draped over his shoulder, his balls in Marshall’s hand. Security opened the door, and Marshall dropped Barry through it. He grabbed the door and pulled it shut with Barry on the outside.  Brad was working through the crowd, calling Marshall every curse word in the book.

Wiley stepped up in front of the door, turned his face outward, and dared anyone to try to enter. He especially kept his eye on Brad, who walked over to help his brother.

“You okay?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

“What the fuck do you think?  Hell no, I’m not okay.  Damn, I didn’t think he had it in him to do something like that.”

“Neither did I, but he is going to pay for it,” Brad said as he stood up.  Wiley tensed as Brad stood.

“Not now.  Not worth it,” Barry said as he put a hand on his brother’s arm.  “Besides, I want to see what he is up to.”

“You’re right; it could be interesting.”  Brad stepped back and nodded at Wiley, who relaxed.   He then helped his brother up and moved further back.

After slamming the door, Marshall returned to the ring and slid under the ropes.

Walker was showing some movement, so Marshall grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him to a sitting position.  He dropped behind him, locked his right arm around Walker’s head, and pulled backward, forcing Walker into a Dragon sleeper.  Initially, Walker struggled, but he quickly went out in the hold.  Marshall held the hold until he was sure that Walker was completely out.

The crowd cheered and offered suggestions to Marshall while The Executioner just looked on.  He had been stunned by the reveal, but he was happy that Walker won, even if he had help.  He didn’t seem too concerned about Marshall’s post-match action.  It would be a good lesson for Walker. 

Marshall slid out of the ring, reached under the bottom rope, and pulled Walker out of the ring.  He picked him up like he was holding his bride to take over the threshold and walked over to one corner of the cage before dropping him to the floor. 

Standing at the edge of the cage, Liam pushed some objects through the fence.  Marshall took them, leaned down, and began manipulating Walker’s head.  In a matter of moments, he had forced a rubber-covered metal piss gag into Walker’s mouth and locked it in place.   Liam passed something else into the ring, and Marshall locked a collar and leash to Walker’s neck.  The word slave was spelled out in metal studs.

Marshall pulled a limp Walker to a sitting position before slamming the heel of his hand into the base of the neck, pulling Walker back into the land of the awake but confused.   He positioned him so that Walker was kneeling and his face was pressed against the fence.  He passed the leash through the fence, where Liam grabbed it and pulled, ensuring Walker was flush with the fence. 

Two large leather straps were passed through the fence and around Walker, one at the upper chest and one at the bottom of the chest.  These were passed back through the fence and tightened, holding Walker against the fence.  His arms were spread out, and leather cuffs were applied, locking his arms in position.  By this point, Walker was fully awake and struggling.  He knew what was coming.

Marshall looked out at the crowd and shouted, “The cocksucker is now available.”  There was a scuffle as members of the audience tried to position themselves.

“No need to fight.  He is going to be here awhile,” Marshall yelled.  Liam was controlling the line of people.

As the first person unzipped his leather pants, Marshall returned to the cage door, which Wiley opened, and passed a chair and a bag to Marshall.  Marshall walked back over to Walker, opened the bag, and pulled out a large vibrator.  He lubed it up and shoved it into Walker’s ass without consideration of the pain or discomfort.  He pulled out a small vibrating cock ring which he manipulated this over Walker's cock and balls.  It required almost flattening his balls to get them through, but Marshall showed no concern for either organ.  Once both were in position, he activated them.  In a matter of moments, Walker's cock was rock hard. 

Marshall sat down, making sure to be out of range of anyone reaching through the fence.  Wiley would not let security in through the door, so they walked around outside the fence toward Walker.  However, the crowd would not let them get there.  One of the guards looked over at the commissioner, who smiled and shook his head no.  The guards left the area.

Brad, refereeing the next match, walked into the cage and over to Marshall, who stood up and tensed to meet him.

“Relax, nothing is going to happen tonight, but remember, we never forget,” Brad said.

“That makes two of us.  I remember our tag match in detail,” Marshall replied.

“Whatever.  We need to start the next match.”

“Go right ahead.”

“We need to clear the cage to do that.”

Without taking his eyes off Brad, Marshall responded, “Walker is a little tied up right now and isn’t going anywhere, and I’ve got to protect him, so I’m not going anywhere.  Don’t worry. I won’t interfere in the match.”

“Still, we need to clear…” Brad began.

“Leave it, Brad.  He’s fine,” the commissioner shouted from the audience.  This was the most fun at the Arena in a while.

Brad looked over at the commissioner, shrugged, looked back at Walker, and murmured, “It’s probably a good introduction to the Arena for him.”

“We’ll discuss this later,” Brad sneered to Marshall as he turned and walked toward the ring as the announcer was calling out the next match.

Thus, it was for the next two hours, the length of the wrestling card, that Walker gave head to whoever made it to the front of the line.  From the stimulation of the vibrator and the cock ring, which Marshall and his phone controlled, Walker ejaculated four times.  Each time with less actual cum and more pain.  The last ejaculation was very painful and almost dry.

Sometime during the session, someone had attached a pair of adjustable tit clamps to Walker, which were tightened with each new cock inserted into his mouth.  The pain increased with each turn and wasn’t helped when people would twist and tweak them.

True to his word, Marshall ignored the action in the ring and did not interfere in any of the matches.  He spent most of the time on his phone conducting business or torturing Walker with the dildo and cock ring.  He essentially ignored what emanated from him.  The wrestlers and refs in the other matches simply ignored the action in the corner after their initial surprise.  

During the middle of the last match, Marshall decided the time had come to move on to the next stage. After the last customer ejaculated, he indicated that the session may be over. Some unhappy campers were in the audience, but they hung around to see if it was truly over.   Liam unrolled some papers up and held them up in Walker’s face.

Marshall leaned over and said into Walker’s ear, “Okay, cumdump, if you sign these papers, I’ll stop this activity.  If not, I’ll let it continue until the match is over…and maybe then some.”

“Say no.”  “Be Strong.”  “Don’t puss out.”  Were some of the comments from the crowd.  Especially those close to the front of the line.

Marshall released his right hand and placed a pen in it.

Walker looked at the writing on the top of the paper and considered not signing, but Liam reached down and pulled on one of the tit clamps.  Walker extended the pen through the fence and signed.  Three members of the crowd acted as witnesses.

“Alright, this session is over,” Marshall announced. The crowd murmured and shouted their disappointment, but they dispersed and found relief with other members of the audience. 

Marshall reached over and quickly removed the tit clamps eliciting a large muffled yell from Walker as the blood returned to his nipples with blinding pain.  Marshall exacerbated that pain by rubbing and massaging the nipples. 

However, Walker’s tits weren’t free for long, as Marshall's friend took a clamp, grasped the nipple, pulled it out from his chest, and quickly pierced it with a medium gauge ring, which he then superglued in place.  This was repeated with the other nipple.  Walker groaned with the pain but couldn’t move much.

Meanwhile, Marshall had roughly removed the vibrating cock ring and replaced it with a metal chastity cage which he locked in position.  

“Alright, now I’ve put a cage on that worthless dick of yours,” Marshall whispered in Walker’s ear, taunting him. 

“And now I’m going to lock it.  Oh shit, I’m sorry, but the key broke off in the lock.”

Walker grunted out his thoughts on this ‘accident.”

“Damn, again, I’m sorry, but I spilled some super glue in the keyhole.  Oh, well, you can figure it out later.”

Walker’s mind was in turmoil at this news, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Walker's other wrist was released from the fence, brought behind and back, and locked together with the other wrist. The leather straps holding him to the cage were removed, and Walker sagged backward. The indentations from the wire cage were visible in his skin, and the relief in his eyes was visible.  His chest was covered in drool and cum.

Marshall roughly pulled him to his feet, made somewhat difficult by the stiffness of his legs.  Marshall grabbed the leash and began to escort Walker out of the cage.  It was quite a sight. 

His mouth was held open by a piss gag, tight collar with the word slave around his neck, dog leash leading from the collar to Marshall’s hand, chest covered in drool and cum, two small rivulets of blood noted below each tit, large rings through his nipples, and a cock cage, which looked too small, imprisoning his cock. 

Marshall moved slowly at first.  As he approached the ring, Barry had just slid out of it and was working over one of his opponents, while Brad was climbing to the top rope to frog splash onto the helpless face in the middle of the ring.  Choirboy, the referee for the match, was essentially just standing by, watching the action unfold. 

Marshall stopped, winked at Walker, smiled, and delivered a perfect extra-point kick into Barry’s balls.  The reinforced tip of his wrestling boot slammed full strength into both testicles, forcing them upward until the pelvic bone stopped them.  Barry screamed and released his hold on his opponent, who dropped to the floor. 

Before Barry could process what was happening, Marshall spun him around and drove a knee into the balls, dropping Barry to the thin mats around the ring and clutching his nuts.   Marshall pulled his head between his thighs and delivered a piledriver, putting Barry out of action.  He did all this without releasing the leash attached to Walker. 

He took two steps to the ring, reached up, and pushed Brad, who had just stepped onto the top rope, causing him to slip and fall nuts first onto the top of the ring post.  Brad screamed and toppled into the ring.  Marshall grabbed an ankle in each hand and jerked back, slamming Brad’s balls into the ring post again.  Brad’s hands grabbed his crotch, and he curled up into the fetal position.

“You shouldn’t be interfering in this match,” Choirboy calmly said as he looked over the ropes and down on Marshall.

“The balls looked so tempting, I couldn’t help myself,” Marshall shrugged and turned to lead Walker out of the cage.

“I understand,” Choirboy replied.

“Hey,” Choirboy called as Marshall walked away.

Marshall turned to look at him and noted that Choirboy had a “shit-eating grin” on his face.

“Damn, nice move, especially from a jobber like you.  I could turn you into a first-class heel with a little training.”

Marshall shrugged, turned back to go to the door, and said over his shoulder, “Call me sometime. You know where to find me.”

Choirboy turned back into the ring to find that Brad had been pulled into the middle of the ring and rolled up in a schoolboy pin. He dropped to the mat and counted “1…2…3.” 

“Marshall..Marshall…Marshall.  B&B is going to be PISSED at you,” Choirboy mumbled with a laugh.  This was not the end he expected from this match, but decided it was much better.

Marshall reached the cage door, which Liam had opened. Once outside the cage, he was met by Wiley and Liam.  The commissioner walked up to the trio, and Liam handed him the papers that Walker had signed.

“Walker’s contract to wrestle at the Redneck Arena for at least four fights.  And he specifically agreed to any match that you want him to have,” Marshall said.

Hearing this, Walker began to grunt, scream, and try to pull away. You could tell he was not a happy camper.

“Excellent, Excellent,” the commissioner intoned.  He WAS a very happy camper, and he gently tapped Walker on the ass as he said, “I’ll see you soon.  I’m sure I can find you an opponent, or two, for next week.”

Marshall laughed.  “You might want to give him a little more recovery time.  Tonight’s fun isn’t over with yet,” he said as he handed the leash to one of two large leather Bears who had joined them. The Bears were well-known within the BDSM community and were regulars at the local Leather Bears, especially in the back room and dungeons where all the action occurred. 

“Whatever,” was the commissioner's only response as he walked away.

Marshall grabbed Walker by the chin and turned his head to look him right in the eye.

“These two would like to get better acquainted, so your fun isn’t over yet.  Enjoy yourself.” 

“I’m not sure we will get far with him naked like this,” one of the Bears said.  “Of course, as he is the naked one, he would be the one to get into trouble, but, as you said, we were looking forward to getting better acquainted.”

“No problemo,” Wiley said as he pulled something from his back pocket.  He knelt and ordered Walker to raise one foot, which he was reluctant to do.  The Bear reached out and tweaked the recently pierced nipple, eliciting a muffled scream and a raising of the foot.    Wiley slid the foot into the piece of clothing he was holding.  He next ordered him to drop that foot and raise the other, which Walker did without any “encouragement.”  Wiley slipped the second foot into the garment.  

He began pulling the item up the legs only to meet some resistance when he got to the thighs.

“A little help,” he asked the other Bear.

The Bear reached over and grabbed one side while Wiley grabbed the other.  On the count of three, they both pulled upward, earning a loud grunt from Walker as the garment pushed his sore balls upward and wedgied his ass.

When Wiley finished adjusting the garment, Walker wore a nude-colored Speedo, probably two to three sizes too small.  The impression of the cage around his cock was clearly visible while his balls were smushed up and compressed.  In back, only about 10% of his ass was covered.

The first Bear laughed.  “Well, technically, his junk is covered, but you still almost see everything.”

Marshall poured water over the front of the trunks, saying, “Especially if they get wet.”  The Speedos were now essentially see-through.  A loud cheer went up from the surrounding crowd.

Marshall then spit in Walker’s mouth, gently tapped him on the cheek, and walked away, ignoring Walker's panicked sounds and unsuccessful attempts to pull away. He nodded at B&B but ignored the laser-focused look they gave him.

Walker had no one there to assist him, as most of the people he knew had left the arena long ago or felt that this would be a good lesson. This would definitely increase his hatred of Marshall and his friends.

“Let’s go, cupcake,” one of the Bears said in his deep voice as he slapped Walker roughly on the ass, leaving a handprint.  The other Bear followed suit, and the two led him out of the Arena toward the local leather bar, where his weekend of fun would continue. 

Marshall, Wiley, and Liam left the Arena in good spirits.  He had exacted revenge on the corrupt Walker, even if he lost the match.  But technically, Sunshine had lost the match, not Marshall.   Either way, Marshall was still happy. 

However, he was under no illusions about the ramifications of tonight.  Walker, of course, would be highly pissed at him and was still an executive at UWA and would use that to try and make his life difficult and maybe even get revenge.

Also, The Executioner and his gang were still gunning for him.  And, of course, he hadn’t done himself any favors with B&B, and he knew they could be ruthless. 

However, he no longer cared.  And he was serious about hooking up with Choirboy.  It was time for this face/jobber to learn how to be ruthless with those who were out to use and abuse him.