Rival Pro Wrestling 4: Kerry O'Shea vs. Rico Bandana

Rival Pro Wrestling Arena. 1982.

Narrator: Slim Jim

'Slim' Jim Bartlett

“Once again, El Presidente has interfered in a match, targeting a talented wrestler whose only crime is that he won’t bend over for the boss. I’m sorry, fans. It was a real barn burner, too. I ask you, Jimmy ‘The Genius’ He-man, when will these intimidation tactics end? Don’t fans deserve to see a fair fight and a clean victory?”


My announcing partner sneers at me, “Stick to calling the matches, toothpick. That’s your job. Commentary is why I’m here. And there was nothing wrong with that match or the outcome. You whiners just can’t accept seeing your prettyboys exposed for the frauds they are.”

Jimmy 'The Genius' He-man

“I might be play-by-play, but I’m allowed to give my opinion. Just listen to those boos.”

The arena is filled with the sound of loud booing. He-man waves it off, “More whiners. Look, El Presidente is the boss. He wants this place to succeed, which is why malcontents and losers like Flyboy Fiero need to get their wings clipped.”

“Fans love Flyboy Fiero and he was about to win that match before ‘the boss’ interfered.”

“I disagree with you. Butch had him right where he wanted him. And let me tell you something. You keep running your mouth about the boss and there’ll be a new guy sitting here next week.”

I frown. He’s probably right, but what’s going on here isn’t right. I decide to move on. We have more matches to cover today. In fact, I’m due to conduct an interview with a hot new hunk right now. I head to the curtain as rookie Kerry O’Shea comes out from the back with his cousin Kevin.

Young Kerry is a 19-year old phenom from the preeminent family in pro wrestling. He’s wearing a long satin robe, green with gold trim and a large gold four-leaf clover on the back. He acts like he’s already a star as he holds his arms out and basks in the mixture of boos and cheers. The young muscleman unapologetically flaunts his legacy as part of the O’Shea dynasty.

Kerry O'Shea

Behind him, his bigger cousin is wearing his ring gear - green trunks with a white shamrock on the front, white knee pads and tall green boots. I wonder why he’d be dressed for wrestling, but I can guess. The third generation of O’Sheas pose for the cameras as the crowd noise is a mixture of cheers, boos and wolf whistles for the handsome pair.

Kevin O'Shea

I welcome them then ask Kerry the question on everyone’s mind. “Kerry, your cousin recently turned his back on your family’s honorable legacy to join the dark side, aligning himself with El Presidente. Does his presence here mean you’ve done the same?”

Kerry smirks, “The O’Sheas stick together through thick and thin. Always have, always will. My cousin supports me.” He pauses for effect then says, “And I support my cousin.” Boos ring out. “SHUT UP! You in-bred crackerheads. You wouldn't know talent if it smacked you upside your ugly mugs.” He looks at the camera, “We’re legends for a reason. Because we win.”

“Well, you’re just joining Rival Pro Wrestling. Your grandfather is a legend. Your father and uncles are legends. Your older brother Kelly and your cousin Kyle are becoming legends. But you and Kevin aren’t legends, yet. You personally haven’t even won anything.”

Kevin grabs the mic from me, “Shut up, Slim Jim. Nobody cares what you think. Time to let the legends talk.” The boos increase, “YOU SHUT UP, TOO! Just wait until you all see what Kerry does to Rico Bandana today. We’re gonna crush him.”

I take my mic back and ask, “We?”

Kerry grabs my jacket lapel, “Don’t get cute, beanpole. What Kev means is that when one O’Shea wins - fair and square, of course - we all win! Like Kev said, I’m gonna prove all you doubters that we’re the best O’Sheas ever!”

The muscular young cousins push me to the side then storm off. I turn back to the camera, “Okay then. And now, let’s meet Kerry’s opponent, the ‘Latin Lover' Rico Bandana!”

The crowd noise erupts with cheers for Rico. The handsome heartthrob is accompanied by ‘Dangerous’ Daryl Rose, his ally and frequent tag partner. The two handsome hunks flex for the cameras, looking incredible in their trunks and boots. Rico’s are red with a green cactus logo on the front, while Daryl’s are black with a red rose and thorns design.

'The Latin Lover' Rico Bandana (l) and
'Dangerous' Daryl Rose (r) 

When the crowd finally settles down, I ask, “Rico, you heard what Kerry has to say. What’s your response?”

Rico says, “Yeah, I heard it all, Slim Jim. My response?” He looks back at Daryl then at the camera, “My response is right here behind me. Dangerous. Daryl. Rose. If those spoiled brats wanna fight, they’re gonna get one. Those country club cousins don’t wanna get dirty with us. But if they try? We’ll take them to the streets, man. To. The. Streets.”

The friends do an elaborate handshake before pumping their fists in the air. The crowd cheers and Rico’s theme music blares out. I step aside to let them head to the ring to await the rookie and his cousin.

Kerry O’Shea vs. Rico Bandana.

On cue, the third-generation wrestlers strut to the ring. Kerry looks focused while behind him, Kevin is pointing and flexing, jawing at the booing fans, as he arrogantly moves to his cousin’s corner. In the ring, Kerry slowly unties the gold sash then allows the shiny fabric to drop down to reveal his smooth sculpted body. Wolf whistles ring out as even the most hardened fan is forced to acknowledge the teen muscleman’s attractiveness.

Kerry ready for action.

Kerry spreads his legs and arms, inviting the ref to check him for foreign objects. Oh my. There’s a weapon in those tight green trunks with the silver clover on the front, but it’s not foreign. The ref confirms that it’s all O’Shea. The cocky young stud demands that the ref check both his opponent and Daryl, calling them known cheats. The ref heads over and thoroughly investigates but finds nothing. Good, hopefully this will be a clean match.

The ref checks things out.

Kevin waves his cousin to lean down. He whispers some last-minute strategy then backs up as the bell rings. Kerry comes in and checks out the eager Rico Bandana as he adjusts his trunks. With a smirk, he moves in. The two legal wrestlers circle the ring. Both are bouncing and moving as they survey the other.

At the table, I ask my announcing partner, “Well, Jimmy, Rico’s at a disadvantage, facing a rookie, isn’t he? He doesn’t know what this kid is capable of or his style or anything. How should he approach a blind match against a completely new opponent?”

Jimmy sneers, “Ricky’s biggest disadvantage is between his ears. My advice to him is to run now and save himself a lot of hurt and embarrassment before a 19-year old rookie pins him one-two-three. Wrestling is in Kerry’s blood and he’s smart. The kid’s probably got dozens of ways to win already worked out. Easy match. Easy match.”

The (self-proclaimed) Genius and I go back and forth from our announcing positions as the wrestlers lockup. The young studs press against each other and it’s clear they’re both strong and skilled as they fight for control. Kerry tries to force Rico into a headlock, but the Latin Lover suddenly shifts. He grabs Kerry under the arm then flips him over with a hip toss. WHAM!

The shocked young stud rolls away and rises up. He charges back in, but Rico is ready. The swarthy stud takes the pampered punk to the canvas with an arm drag takedown. WHAM! The young rookie skids across the ring. He smoothly turns and rises. He springs at Rico as he moves in, but once again gets flipped with an arm drag takedown. WHAM!

This time, Kerry slides under the bottom rope into his cousin’s waiting arms. The bigger O’Shea comforts Kerry, encouraging him. As the ref moves to the ropes, Kevin pulls the rookie in close for a secret strategy huddle. The ref starts to count Kerry out, which is not appreciated. Kevin tells the ref that they’re O’Sheas and he can’t do that to them.

Kevin points at him, “Stop counting or I’ll get you fired, you -”

Suddenly, Rico is over the top rope, splashing down on both and taking them both down to the floor. I praise him for using the distraction, while Jimmy complains that he’s a dirty cheater and that the ref should disqualify him. For his part, the ref re-starts the count and uses both hands as both Rico and Kerry are in danger of being counted out now.

The hairy hunk grabs Kerry by the wrist and forces him to his feet. He whips him back first into the ring apron. CRASH! Kevin starts to rise to help his cousin, but Daryl comes around from behind with a knee to the head that sends him back down. Rico moves in, but the smooth stud is ready with a big forearm to the head. WHACK! The two legal wrestlers exchange big forearms as the ref continues to count. POW! WHACK! WHOMP!

The sound of “EIGHT!” gets the wrestlers’ attention and they both dive for the ring. “NINE!” The two studs slide in under the ropes, breaking the count. They rise quickly with Rico getting control thanks to a big knee lift to Kerry’s sculpted midsection. THUD! OOF! As the young brat bends forward, Rico hammers him across the back. POW! The smooth stud stumbles forward, crashing into the ropes.

Rico moves in on his opponent. The ref is yelling at Kevin and Daryl to break it up. I comment that he should follow the legal men. As the Latin Lover drags the teen rookie up, Kerry proves my point. He whips his hand out for an eye poke. YOINK! Rico cries out and the ref turns, but he’s clueless to what just happened.

I comment, “The older O’Sheas must be so embarrassed by this new generation.”

Jimmy disagrees, of course, “Are you kidding? Kevin and Kerry are taking the name to new heights. They keep this up and I might even sign them up to my stable.”

Rico is bent over, shaking out his head. Kerry steps in and applies a front facelock. He grabs the side of the red trunks, lifts and suplexes the Latin Lover over. BOOM! The hairy hunk moans. He rolls away and rises, leaving his back exposed. The spoiled brat grabs Rico around the waist then lifts and throws the hairy hunk over with a belly-to-back suplex. WHAM!

The cocky young rookie rolls to his knees and spreads his arms as he sticks his tongue out. He gives the booing crowd a double bicep flex then rises up. Rico is still on his back, so Kerry comes down with a big elbow drop to those hairy pecs. WHOMP! The teen muscleman drags Rico up to his feet then pushes him into the ropes.

Kerry gives the swarthy stud three hard pec chops. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! The teen muscleman whips Rico off the ropes, stepping to the middle of the ring. When the hairy hunk comes off, he leaps up to catch the rookie off-guard with a cross body block. Unfortunately, Kerry is one-step ahead. He ducks and Rico sails over him, landing hard on the canvas. SPLAT! He skids all the way across the ring.

The arrogant young stud points at his temple, signaling that he thinks he’s smarter than Rico. So does Jimmy, who’s laughing it up beside me. Kerry moves in and drives his boot down onto the hairy muscles of his opponent. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Kerry drags the suffering stud by the wrist and pulls him to his feet. He dishes out some stiff forearm shots to the body. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Rico is driven back against the ropes. Kevin is there, behind the hairy hunk. Luckily, the ref warns him to stay back. The bigger O’Shea holds up his hands, acting innocent, but he talks at the ref, distracting him. His smirk tells me all I need to know. Kevin is looking for trouble, so Daryl better stay focused.

Kerry whips Rico across the ring, but the Latin Lover reverses the move, sending the rookie into the opposite ropes towards Daryl. Kerry grabs the ropes tight to avoid ricocheting off at Rico. Smart. Wait, the teen muscleman suddenly falls forward, crashing down loudly. The ref turns from Kevin as the big muscleman accuses Daryl of cheating.

“He tripped him! He tripped him!”

Rico and Daryl proclaim their innocence, but the clueless official backs Rico off then turns to chastise Daryl anyway. Kevin reaches in and grabs Rico by the ankle. The swarthy stud is caught by surprise. He looks back at Kevin then when he turns to call for the ref, Kerry is up with his boot in the air. He superkicks the handsome hunk in the chin! WHACK! Rico wobbles then crashes down face first. SPLAT!

Kerry rolls the stunned stud over and covers him. The ref doesn’t realize what’s happening, because the minute the superkick connected, Daryl hopped onto the ring apron to argue with the ref. The O’Sheas are going crazy as Kerry keeps Rico pinned, but it means nothing! Ha! Serves them right. The rookie successfully slaps the mat a dozen times, but it’s worthless.

The teen muscleman gets up and grabs the ref, spinning him around from Daryl. He points at Rico then dives on to cover the unmoving hairy hunk again. The ref finally counts.

“ONE!” Pause.

“TWO!”

Rico manages to twist and get his shoulder up. Kerry rolls back onto his knees, his hands on his head, pushing his luscious hair back. Kevin pounds the ring apron in frustration. Across the ring, Daryl has his arms out, mocking the cheating O’Sheas. Beside me, heel manager Jimmy is somehow talking about the injustice without acknowledging the irony. I’m staying professional, but I am pleased by the result.

Back in the ring, Rico isn’t out of trouble, yet. As the Genius comments, “All that dirty Daryl Rose did was sign his buddy up for more pain!” Kerry drags the hairy hunk up to his feet by his wrist. He pulls him up fast to prevent any counter, immediately scooping him up across his smooth chest. The rookie turns and body slams the swarthy stud down. BOOM!

Kerry leaps up then comes down with a leg drop across his opponent’s handsome face. WHACK! The teen muscleman rolls around for another pin, but only gets a two-count. He quickly drags Rico up to his feet and into him to scoop the Latin Lover up, but the more experienced wrestler is ready. He throws his knee up, slamming it into the cocky brat’s smooth body. WHOMP!

The knee doesn’t seem to hurt the young hard body, but it backs him off. Suddenly, Rico launches up, executing his picture-perfect drop kick, slamming his boots directly into the smooth sculpted chest. BAM! Kerry flies backwards, landing on his back. BOOM! The hairy hunk rises first, crouching as he waits for the rookie to get up.

Kerry rises up and the two studs move in to lock up. Rico leaps up again, this time getting his legs around the surprised rookie’s head. He pulls down and flips the teen muscleman over with a head scissors takedown. WHAM! Kerry rolls to his feet, but he looks a little wobbly. The Latin Lover is already flying in with a diving clothesline. WHACK! Down goes Kerry!

Rico dives on top of the stunned stud for a pin. The ref drops down. Uh oh, Kevin is there. The official checks the shoulders then slaps the mat.

“ONE!” Kevin reaches for the boot to save his cousin, but Daryl flies in, tackling him.

“TWO!”

The ref raises his hand, but Kerry manages to kick out just in time. Outside the ring, Kevin and Daryl break and back up, staring each other down. The ref points at them, warning them off. Rico drags the teen muscleman up, but the sneaky brat throws his arm up between his legs, slamming his arm into the hairy hunk’s sizable manhood. SQUISH! The ref didn’t see it! Argh!

Rico backs up, bent over, holding his package. Kerry springs up, pulling the swarthy stud into a front facelock. He shifts his hips from right to left then whips them around, executing a beautiful and devastating swinging neckbreaker. They land hard on the canvas. WHAM! Rico rolls onto his side, holding his head as his boots weakly rise and fall.

Kerry pushes the hairy hunk onto his back and goes for another cover. The ref drops and gets a one-count, but Rico kicks out quickly. The teen muscleman grabs the Latin Lover’s head and roughly drags him up to his feet. The rookie pushes his opponent back into the ropes then lifts his knee into Rico’s abs. THUD! Kerry grabs the wrist then whips the hairy hunk off the ropes.

Rico bounces off the opposite ropes. He ducks a clothesline then runs into the opposite ropes. When he ricochets off, the Latin Lover leaps into the air. He crashes into the surprised O’Shea with a flying forearm smash, one of his signature moves. KAPOW! The two studs fly backwards with the hairy hunk landing on top of the teen phenom. SPLAT! The ref drops to the mat and starts to count.

“ONE!” Kerry isn’t moving yet, but his cousin is.

“TWO!” Oh no, Kevin drapes his cousin’s leg over the bottom rope.

“Ref, leg on the rope! Leg on the rope!”

The ref looks and stops the count. He pats Rico on the shoulder and points. The Latin Lover knows exactly what happened. He dives over Kerry at Kevin who just backs up, arms open wide with an arrogant grin on his handsome face. Rico warns him to stay out of the match, but the cheating cousin plays innocent, asking, “What’d I do?”

Suddenly, Daryl comes in behind Kevin, clubbing him from behind. WHOMP! The bigger O’Shea flies towards the ring. Rico swings his forearm between the middle and top rope, connecting perfectly with Kevin’s handsome face. CRACK! The diabolical muscleman turns around, holding his chin as he stumbles around. He looks punch drunk as he wobbles.

Rose punches the stunned stud in the stomach then clotheslines him to the floor. WHACK! BAM! He ruthlessly drives his boots down onto the big man’s flawless torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Kevin tries to roll away, but the black muscleman is relentless as he defends his buddy’s turf. I don’t think we need to worry about Kevin interfering any longer.

Back in the ring, Rico grabs Kerry’s ankle then drags his limp carcass to the middle of the ring. He raises his arm and spins it. The crowd cheers as he signals another one of his finishers - the figure-four leglock. The hairy hunk steps over the raised leg and spins around. He reaches for the other leg, but the teen phenom suddenly shows life. He sits up and pushes on Rico’s ass, sending the Latin Lover flying forward.

Both men rise. Rico dives at the wobbly teen muscleman, but the O’Shea was playing possum. He moves back and the hairy hunk lands in front of him on his hands and knees. Kerry steps in and gets his legs around Rico’s head in a standing head scissors. The teen heel flexes his legs and the fiery face lets out a loud moan. The young punk’s legs flex and squeeze harder.

Kerry suddenly shifts his hips to the left, executing a devastating neck twister. Rico cries out and collapses to the mat, rolling onto his back as he holds his neck. The Latin Lover’s boots kick up and down as he groans and tries to get his wits back. The cocky brat nods as he surveys the suffering stud. The teen drives his boot deep into the solid stomach. STOMP!

O’Shea plants his boot and walks over the stomach, pressing all his weight down. When he’s off, Rico rolls over onto his forearm and knees, coughing loudly. Kerry grabs his head and forces him into another standing head scissors. The hairy hunk fights to push free, but he can’t. The teen phenom grabs under the Latin Lover’s arms and pulls him up to his feet, Rico’s head still trapped as he’s held bent over and helpless.

I can see Rico trying to power his arms down and trying to flip the lighter wrestler over. He can’t get enough leverage before the rookie powerhouse suddenly jumps up and down. The jarring force weakens the fiery fighter’s neck even more. Kerry does it twice more and Bandana drops to one knee after the third time. With his head and arms still trapped, Rico’s in trouble!

Kerry looks completely confident. He powers Rico upside down, his head still trapped. The teen heel falls back with a piledriver. WHAM! The hairy hunk goes limp. His big body starts to fall to the side, but O’Shea pulls so they both fall backwards. The rookie keeps his legs locked tight around the head as Rico lies on top of him, bending his neck back as his head is crushed.

Rico moans and his arms flail. The young brat pushes up on the Latin Lover’s hips, forcing the suffering stud into a bridge. To save his neck, the hairy hunk has to plant his hands and feet, removing any way for him to fight back. Kerry’s legs flex again, crushing his opponent’s handsome head as he keeps pushing up on the fiery fighter’s shapely ass.

The ref checks that Kerry’s shoulders aren’t down, but the rookie is too smart for that. Rico’s cries of pain and gasping fill the arena. Outside the ring, Daryl is having his way with Kevin, pounding away on the big muscle boy like he was a punching bag. He hears the cries and sees his partner’s precarious position. Rose abandons the beating to save his friend.

Kevin looks at the ring. He realizes what’s happening and makes a daring leap, managing to catch Rose by the back of his black trunks. They stretch out and down, revealing the smooth black ass as Daryl struggles to help his ally. The bigger O’Shea holds tight, his 230-lbs of muscle creating too much drag for the struggling stud to escape without losing his trunks altogether. Knowing Rose, he might be willing to go commando to save Rico, but it’s too late.

In the ring, Rico has to admit the truth. His pained cries turn to words as the ref asks if he gives. “YES! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

The cocky teen releases the scissors and tosses the loser aside. He rolls to his knees and flexes both biceps for the crowd. He rises and points at his rising cousin with his left index finger while pounding his left pec with his right fist. The ref moves in to raise the rookie’s arm, but Kerry insists on moving over the whimpering Rico. He puts his boot on the loser’s head then allows his arm to be raised.

As if the win didn’t send a message, now this image, broadcast from coast-to-coast, will tell everyone that this arrogant and spoiled brat is a true force to be reckoned with in the ring.

Rival Pro Wrestling Locker Room.

I’m in the loser’s locker room, interviewing Rico and Daryl. They’ve stripped down to towels, their bodies pumped and sweaty from the fight. Of course, they’re pissed at losing and worse, losing to two young punks like the O’Sheas. They stare into the camera and demand a tag team rematch with the despicable duo who outsmarted them to win the match.

The losers of the match aren't very happy.

I say “Sounds like you have some unfinished business with -”

From behind me, I hear, “Unfinished business? Yeah, I got unfinished business right now.”

I turn around to see Kerry O’Shea saunter in wearing a cocky smirk. Kevin is right behind him. The winning cousins look as arrogant as two spoiled brats can possibly look. Which is pretty damn arrogant. Rico and Daryl glare at them as I step out of the way. I don’t need to get caught in the middle of this. The cameraman moves in to capture the post-match action.

El Presidente has implemented a new wrinkle into Rival Pro Wrestling matches. Stakes. Not that they weren’t common before, but now, most of the wrestlers have agreed to honor sex stakes. And the boss wants to see it. The action is getting collected for his private vault. If the public only knew what goes on behind the scenes.

The two hairy hunks roll their shoulders back and snarl as the winners look them up and down like two pieces of meat. Kerry wags his finger at the towels, “Since you’re so good at losing, how about you lose them towels?” Rico and Daryl tense, but they would be doing the same if they’d won. Trust me on that. They drop their towels to the floor, standing proudly naked.

Kerry nods, “Damn, you two are smokin’. Do a spin for me.” They reluctantly turn around, showing off their amazing bodies. “Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Kevin rub his hands, “I’m so glad you put up your ass, Daryl. Oh man, that’s sweet.”

Rico says, “Let’s get this over with. We agreed to loser gets fucked, not loser gets talked to.”

Kerry moves in. He squeezes the swarthy Mexican superstar’s nipple as he runs a finger up his abs. “Let’s get something clear. I’m totally the boss. Like, you work for me right now. Comprende?” Rico relaxes, a sign of submission. “Better. You got something to say to me, I wanna hear ‘sir’ when you say it.”

The loser bites his bottom lip, resisting the urge to respond or react. I guess if he has to say ‘sir’ to the third-generation wrestler, he obviously just won’t speak.

Kerry reaches up and pats his cheek, “Silent treatment? Works for me.” The winner of the match rubs his bulge in his green trunks, “Drop to your knees and start sucking.”

Rico has no choice. He peels down the sweaty spandex briefs and gets to work. Seeing the macho man have to service this privileged muscle teen is terrible. It’s so unfair. The kneeling hunk worked hard to become a star, working his way up to Rival Pro Wrestling. Kerry just had the chance handed to him and now, he’s already a winner over a guy like Rico? Un. Fair.

The young punk moans as he’s sucked. His cock is hard and his mouth hangs open. He looks at Kevin, “Fuck, he’s incredible. How’s yours?”

The bigger cousin smiles, “Let’s find out.”

With just a head nod, Daryl drops to his knees in front of the handsome young muscleman. He starts sucking Kevin and the two O’Shea boys just moan as their cocks are worshipped. They rub the kneeling studs’ heads, encouraging them to keep going. For their part, the losers are focused on their task, knowing that they made the deal, so they need to honor it.

Kerry pulls out. He slaps the kneeling hunk across the face with his rock-hard cock, “Oof. Nice work. If your ass is as good as your mouth, you’ll get that tag team match. But it’ll be in exchange for all-night stakes. I don’t think a quick locker room fuck is going to be enough.”

Rico looks up, “If it means I can beat the shit outta you, you got a deal. Sir.”

The teen musclehunk just pats the loser on the head then orders him up and around. He braces him against the lockers then slides in behind. Kevin follows suit and puts Daryl right beside his buddy. The two privileged punks step in and admire the smooth, firm behinds. The O’Sheas sheathe their members then grab the losers by the hips.

In unison, Kerry and Kevin slide inside Rico and Daryl. The losers moan loudly as they’re penetrated by the spoiled brats’ sizable rods. Once inside, the cousins behind riding their opponents, taking the ultimate victory prize as they pound the beautiful butts. The receivers are moaning with their heads hanging down as they’re relentlessly plowed.

I see Daryl’s hand open up and spread out wide across the locker. His left ring and index fingers overlap Rico’s right fingers with a tender touch. Sweet. I’ll give them credit, they’re taking the loss like champs. There’s no whining or crying, just grunting and moaning. I can see their own dicks are hard and bouncing, showing that maybe they’re not even minding this.

Kerry and Kevin are working away. They finally pull out, ordering the losers to turn around and get back on their knees. As soon as the big boys are down and in position, the conniving cousins unload on their hairy chests. The cum erupts and splashes onto the firm pecs. When the winners are drained, they make the kneeling hunks clean their cocks.

Kevin and Kerry kiss to congratulate each other. Not just a peck but full on the lips. Oh, it’s like that in the O’Shea family? They whisper and nuzzle each other’s necks as they rub their bodies together. I hear them laughing as they exchange secrets, their hands caressing the other. Finally, the kissing cousins look down on the kneeling studs.

Kevin says, “Okay, we’ve talked it over. You two got your tag match.”

Kerry laughs, “Oh man, I can’t wait to own your asses for a whole night. Next time, I’m starting with you, Rosy.” He winks and blows Daryl a kiss.

The losers just smirk and nod, looking forward to a little revenge. Both teams seem sure that they’ll win the next time they meet. One will obviously be wrong, but who?

In the Shower. Present Day.

Narrator: Ramsay

Me. Ramsay.

“Oh, Ramsay. Face it, he’s not coming.”

I turn my gaze from the shower room doorway to my buddy. We’ve stripped out of our 1982 O’Shea gear and resumed our present-day identities as Ramsay (me) and Corey (him). I brought him in to play my cousin Kerry and he did great, but now my mind is elsewhere.

I lie, “Who? I’m not lookin for anyone.”

As we wash the sweat and sex off of us, Corey just smirks at me, mocking my attempt to play it cool. Why do I bother? I hate how easily he sees through me. Even though he’s quickly become one of my best friends, it’s frustrating how asymmetrical our relationship is. Even when I beat him in wrestling, I never feel like I’m in control. I’m not some big dumb jock, but that’s how it feels with him.

Corey.

I break down and admit, “Okay, I’m a little disappointed that Javi didn’t show up. El Presidente is always interfering or at least watching when I’m wrestling. And he was in messing around in the match right before ours. It’s like he deliberately ignored my match and I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know why you’re surprised. You had to know he wouldn’t show up with me around.”

“What? Why would that matter?”

Instead of answering, Corey leans his head back, letting the cascading hot water rinse the shampoo out of his hair. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to force me to figure it out on my own, like he’s my tutor and the subject is men. The water runs down his ripped physique. Damn, he is so hot when he’s cocky. Which is, like, all the time.

I move towards my buddy. Yes, I’m frustrated by Javi’s no-show. But I’m also still pumped from the match and sex. I seriously need to go again and looking at my gorgeous friend with benefits is too much. I can’t resist the moment. Fuck Javi, if he won’t come to me, I’m just going to pound Corey’s amazing ass. His smooth muscular body is calling to me.

I’m surprised as Corey puts his arm out, placing his hand between my pecs, stopping me. The handsome stud sighs, “Wrong answer, big guy. Geez, you want to fuck me here, in Javi’s place when he’s so obviously jealous of us. How can you not see that’s a bad idea?”

“Jealous? Look, I know you think you’re this ‘man expert’, but you’ve got Javi all wrong. When I asked if you could join Rival, he was all for it. He’s the one slowing me down, telling me not to fall in love or get too serious. The guy just likes dating multiple guys. Like Ryan is with you.”

Corey just shakes his head at me in his condescending way that drives me nuts. Why are we friends? He says, “Yes, we’re both dating older guys who say they want things casual, but it’s for totally different reasons. Ryan is making up for lost time because he thinks he missed out on life. He sat on the sidelines watching Cody have fun. He’ll settle down eventually.”

“When is eventually?”

“Who knows? But luckily, Cody and Jae being a lasting couple is forcing it. He’s spending too much time as the third wheel and he feels it. Couples like hanging with other couples. You, on the other hand, are dealing with a guy who is scared of being hurt and protecting himself. But he’ll never acknowledge it. Unless you make him.”

“Javi? Scared? You’re nuts. He’s not scared of anything or anyone.”

“He’s scared of me. Our weekend at Howard Hill Manor told me everything I need to know.”

“That was a weird weekend. Nothing was normal there.”

“Okay, fine. Don’t believe me. I guarantee you that Javi is somewhere right now being pissed off. In his office. In the ring. Wherever. But wherever he is, he’s mad. The guy is so into you, but he’s afraid of getting hurt. And you bringing me here? It hurt him.”

“If you knew all this then why did you come? You wanted to hurt Javi?”

Corey rolls his eyes at me, “Don’t be dramatic. I don’t give a shit about Javi. I only came here to help you out by forcing the issue. Because we’re friends.”

Oh boy. I need to think. Corey is usually right about these kinds of things, but I just don’t see it. Javi’s not the type to be scared. And he’s sure as hell not a guy who hides his feelings. If he had a problem with Corey being at Rival, he would’ve told me. Loudly and definitively. Maybe this is the first time Corey’ll be wrong. There’s gotta be a first time, right?

My buddy rubs my left pec and steps into me, “Ramsay, we can fuck any time you want, but as your friend, I think you should clean up, grab a towel and head to Javi’s office for a chat.”

We lock eyes and I’m suddenly convinced he’s right. I play it cool, “Well, maybe you’re right.”

“As much as you hate it, I am always right.”

“Yes, you are. And I hate it sooo much.” Corey winks and I smile, “Lucky for you that I also appreciate your friendship sooo much, too.”

Corey waves it off like it’s nothing, “Least I could do after you helped keep Buck out of the picture. You didn’t have to, but I appreciated the thought.”

I smile, happy to finally be contributing to this friendship, “I didn’t do much, just stated the facts during practice. Buck did all the work. He realized completely on his own what a player Ryan is and wanted nothing to do with dating him. You seem more worried about Buck than Ryan’s other guys, so I thought I’d help out.”

Corey shrugs, “Not worried. Realistic. I’m the best of Ryan’s current group of playmates. Pete and Luke are losers, but Buck? Buck’s a wildcard. From what I’ve seen, they’re kind of perfect for each other and unfortunately, Cody likes him a lot. He’d push hard if they got together. More importantly, Ryan will never settle down if he keeps trying out new guys.”

I laugh, “Javi’s the same. I’d love to get serious with him, but he’s got all these random guys.”

“It’s kind of amazing. We’re young. They’re old. But somehow, we’re the ones who want more commitment in our relationships while they fight to keep things casual. I can wait on Ryan, but you should push the issue with Javi. Now.”

I nod, thinking about what Corey said. We’ve spent a lot of time talking about our relationships. I think it’s one of the strongest bonds we have. It’s great to have a guy like Corey in my corner, using his uncanny ability to read men to help me out. Fact is, he is the smart one. If he says that I should grab a towel and hunt down Javi, that’s exactly what I should do.

The End