HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.
THE ATRIUM. DAY ONE MAIN EVENT.
For the record, I’m Reks. Prior to a private match yesterday where I was duped out of my title, I was the ETPW heavyweight champion. Now, I’m on the sidelines watching Jack Justice III saunter forward wearing the ROW title around his waist while carrying my ETPW title over his left shoulder. The kid struts around like he’s king of the world. Let’s just say that I’m not a fan.
When he turns the corner to walk through the crowd, he visibly changes. The young stud becomes all bouncy and smiling. He shifts into a humble, fan-centric stud who’s just happy to be in the ring. He brings on this ‘aw shucks’ bullshit so easily that he could pass for a split personality. I know firsthand that it’s all an act. Like a sucker, I bought into the hype.
The real Jack Justice III is an amoral, lying, conniving brat with serious daddy (and granddaddy) issues.
I watch from the back near the announce table. The fans won’t sit down this whole match. Everyone wants to see the blond young stud in his little baby blue trunks take on X, the recently crowned CLAW heavyweight champion. I met X last night. His real name is Xander. He’s still a rookie but his size, power and looks have moved him up the ranks. He was an enforcer to another guy, broke free and won the title in another hot storyline from CLAW.
As the lesser-known star, Xander was introduced first. The crowd loved him. He moved slowly around the ring, looking at the fans like they were dirt. Still, when he paused, he let a fan touch his bicep. He even flexed it for the fan. Once one guy was brave enough to reach out and didn’t get punched or kicked out, everyone wanted to cop a feel. X did a whole lap.
The big man is the heel, but he patiently let them worship him, all while acting like they were unworthy scum. He glared and sneered, keeping a bit of tension that he might go off at any moment. Guys love the danger. I thought X was an idiot last night, but that was perfect. Either he’s smarter than I thought, or he’s being coached well. The heel could easily be the fan fave.
With both men in the ring, Ethan the ref goes to work explaining the rules. I look the two wrestlers over as they face off. It’s funny, Xander is 23 and Jack is 22. Both men are 6’5”. Xander is heavier at 260. They’re not that different, but somehow, the dark-haired hunk in black leather feels like a manly monster and the nepo-baby feels like the boyish underdog.
That’s the power of pro wrestling. We believe the story over our own eyes.
For me, in reality, X is the clear rookie underdog, and Jack is the more experienced heel.
The ROW title isn’t even on the line. It was billed as a title vs title match, and it still is. Jack’s putting up my ETPW title. Sneaky punk. A recent change to the program. Thanks to the events of yesterday, Jack gets to use the chaos of the random title change to protect the one he cares about. And my earlier opponent was happy, too. Since I didn’t have a title, he didn’t lose his when I beat him. Another thing Jack cost me.
Ethan signals for the bell. It’s on.
The studs move in quickly, wasting no time locking up. They struggle in a classic collar-and-elbow. X pushes hard, throwing Jack backward. He flies all the way back to his corner. CLANG! The rookie powerhouse flexes, earning cheers from the crowd. Jack looks around. Is he surprised? Interesting. If Xander can throw the blond douchebag off his game, he has a shot.
Jack moves forward for another lockup. After being shown up, I’m expecting something. As they close in, the legacy punk goes for a surprise kick. There it is. X was ready for it, too. He grabs Jack’s boot. The dark-haired muscleman pulls and rolls, executing a beautiful leg-drag takedown. Jack is thrown over by his leg. He lands hard on his shoulder. WHAM!
X keeps his grip on Jack’s leg. He rises and powers the surprised blond stud into a single leg crab. More cheers for the ‘heel’. The CLAW champion is a powerhouse. He’s resisting Jack’s attempts to push up to kick out. Showing his nasty side, X grabs hold of Jack’s junk. The big paw engulfs the tightly wrapped balls. The ROW champ cries out in shock and pain.
The crowd laughs and cheers. The consensus sounds like they want X to squeeze harder.
Gay wrestling fans are the best.
Jack isn’t having that. After failing through strength, the blond stud pushes up, only this time, he twists and throws himself sideways. X loses his balance and stumbles with the counter. Jack rolls onto his back under the crouching Xander. He uses his boot to kick the muscular stud in the butt, sending X into the ropes. UNH! The big man manages to turn and hit with his back.
Upon impact, X bounces off, using the ropes to accelerate. He’s looking to shoulder block Jack, but the blond punk drops fast, forcing to Xander to hop over him and run into the opposite ropes. He bounces off again and runs back in. This time, Jack manages to dodge, tripping the big muscleman as he passes by. BOP! X lands on his face and pecs. SPLAT!
With the big heel down and stunned, Jack jumps on his back, lying across it. He powers Xander into a crossface, trapping one of X’s arms between his legs and grabbing under X’s chin by locking his fingers and flipping his palms out. Jack pulls the CLAW champ’s head up, leaning back, his knuckles digging into X’s neck. UNH! The force twists X, straining his neck.
Xander’s legs kick up and down as he is stretched. He suffers for a moment but starts powering up to break free. He turns his trapped arm as he pushes up with his free one. It’s too early for this to submit the big man, which Jack quickly finds out. Not sure it’s even wearing him down. Seconds later, Jack has to abandon the hold and roll away to avoid a reversal.
Jack crouches and makes sure to stay out of Xander’s line of sight. The big man doesn’t realize it, reinforcing his rookie status. When you’re a big, gorgeous, 260-lbs beast in an indie fed full of guys under 200-lbs, you can rise up fast on muscle and luck. Against a guy like Jack? You need to have the skills to back up the power and chiseled muscles.
By the time X turns to face Jack, the blond stud is already in the air. Jack dropkicks Xander square in his sculpted pecs. BOMP! The big man is solid enough to absorb the blow. He takes two steps back and wobbles, but he manages to keep his feet by falling against the ropes. Jack is up fast, but he makes the mistake this time. X ricochets off the ropes with a big clothesline. SMASH! The ROW champ goes down hard. BOOM!
The CLAW champ follows up with a big leg drop across Jack’s chest. WHOMP! He spins quickly, hooks a leg and goes for a fast pin. Whistles from the side of the ring that is staring right at Jack’s taint, bulge and the smooth, untanned, white flesh insides of his long legs.
Ethan is on it. SLAP! “ONE!”
Jack kicks out immediately. Xander drags him up by his arm, lifting and twisting it into a vicious armbar. The blond stud moans and slaps his shoulder. X cranks on the hold, but Jack suddenly jumps and does a backflip, relieving all the pressure. Jack follows up with a big kick to X’s ripped abs. THUD! OOF! The CLAW champ grunts, and Jack is able to pull his arm free.
It’s fast-paced. Xander is still bent forward when Jack locks on a side headlock. The ROW champ takes two steps forward, setting up a bulldog, his family finisher. X must’ve been expecting it, because he immediately counters, digging in his feet and pushing against Jack’s back. His size and power stop him while sending Jack flying forward onto his butt. PLOP!
X drops down and puts his knee into Jack’s back. He grabs the blond stud’s arms and pulls them back into a seated surfboard. Jack stomps his feet in pain and frustration. The less experienced beefcake is impressively holding his own. Ethan is down on one knee, asking if Jack is giving. Not surprisingly, the ROW champ hangs his head and shakes it, his long blond hair whipping from side to side.
Jack manages to roll his shoulders, so his forearms face down and in, easing a lot of the pressure. He twists and rolls, managing to counter the hold. Jack dives in, head-first, connecting his skull with Xander’s chin. CRACK! That sends the 260-lbs beast onto his back, dazed and writhing. Jack leaps on top, looking for a controlling hold. They grapple with X flailing against the relentless assault. Power overcomes skill, though, as X throws Jack off.
Both men rise to their feet. Jack charges in, not giving his heavier opponent a moment to rest. X sees it and launches himself forward. Jack stops short but it’s too late to do anything as Xander flies into him with a shoulder block. WHOMP! The blond stud goes down hard with X on top of him. This time, it’s Jack who throws Xander off him, rolling over to the ropes.
Jack pauses to pound the mat angrily. He expected an easy win over the small-time musclestud, but X is proving to be resilient and aggressive. That Ben guy must be happy. It’s a great ad for CLAW to have one of his rookie studs, a guy with only a year or two experience, hang with the ROW champion. No matter what the outcome, he can brag about his training.
Despite his experience advantage, Jack’s the one who made a mistake this time. His momentary release of frustration slowed him down. When he gets to his feet, X is already up. As the blond stud turns to restart the match, he’s met with a big, black boot to the chin. KRAKT! Jack falls against the ropes, bounces off and staggers until he does a face plant. BAM!
Smartly, Xander goes for a pin, once again hooking the ROW champ’s leg and opening up his legs. Ethan is down and ready.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!”
SLAP! “THR – NO!”
Ethan rises to his knees, “NO PIN! Shoulder up!”
X looks pissed but he doesn’t delay. He drags Jack up by his long blond locks. Xander scoops Jack up across his chest and delivers a ring-shaking bodyslam! BOOM! The blond stud bounces and rolls onto his side, holding his back. X drags him up again, this time in a front facelock. A grip on the side of the blue trunks and he powers Jack over with a suplex. BOOM!
The ROW champ is in trouble. He lies on his back, moaning and his legs out wide. Xander is up in the air, crashing down with a big 260-lbs splash across the blond stud’s smooth body. SPLAT! Jack starts coughing as X rolls off him. I might’ve tried another pin, but Xander drags Jack up by his wrist and hair again. The blond stud is definitely wobbly as he gets on his feet.
X whips Jack into the ropes. He lifts his boot, aiming it at the ROW champ’s head. Jack still has the ring savvy to see it and duck in time, flying under the boot and past the chiseled muscleman. As Xander turns to face Jack on the ricochet, the blond stud leaps and hits Xander with a cross body. The 260-lbs is a gorgeous beast, catching the flying 220-pounder. BAM!
With a quick turn, Xander plants Jack back on the mat with a bodyslam. BOOM! Jack’s had enough, rolling out of the ring to regroup. He slaps the apron. Fans taunt him. They’re definitely on the “heel’s” side against the nepo-babyface. Jack doesn’t like it, turning to tell them off. He’s losing his cool as the match keep going the wrong way. First, X. Now, the crowd.
Jack engages with the fans until Ethan starts counting him out. The ROW champ is enraged, his tanned white face now crimson at the idea that rules apply to him. He turns and points at Ethan. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a 6’5, 260-lbs mass flying at him over the top rope. Jack realizes what it is just as X lands, crushing the blond stud to the padded floor. SPLAT!
Ethan is warning both of them, but Xander isn’t going for a count out. He has the legacy stud reeling and the fans cheering for him. X literally lifts the 220-lbs ROW champ up and pushes him back into the ring under the bottom rope. The CLAW champ is so strong. I’d love to face him some day. And based on the thick pipe tenting his trunks, it’s gotta be for stakes.
Xander grabs Jack around the waist from behind. He powers the ROW champ up and pulls him in tight for a reverse bearhug. Now the blond stud is the one feeling the pipe in the chiseled muscleman’s trunks. Fuck yeah. Jack is limp but the sudden, crushing vice just below his ribs has him writhing in pain. Xander’s ripped arms and shoulders flex as every vein pops out.
The ROW champ pushes back against the 260-lbs musclestud’s hard body, desperately trying to hang on. Jack’s weakening in the python-like embrace. Xander shakes him from side to side. Blond hair whips around as Jack swings from left to right and back again. As he flies, Jack manages to swing his elbow up and back, catching X across the head. WHACK!
Xander throws Jack to the canvas as he shakes out his head. The blond stud kicks back in a donkey kick, hitting X right in the bulge. SQUISH! UNH! A dirty shot for a babyface but Jack’s desperate. The crowd lets out a loud, sympathetic, “OOH!” followed by an even louder “BOOO!” Jack reveals his real personality by shooting a few of the louder fans the finger.
X tries to tackle Jack down, but the blond stud has renewed energy. He spins with the tackle and drops X onto his back. The ROW champ unleashes his boots on Xander’s perfect body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! His boot strays lower on the abs, hitting pelvis. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! We all see it coming but we still wince when he goes too low. SQUISH! X cries out and rolls onto his side in the fetal position.
Ethan admonishes the cheater, “HEY! No more low blows or I’ll disqualify you!”
Jack smirks, “No, you won’t. Just stay outta my way until it’s time to count the pin.”
The arrogance earns more abuse from the fans, but I think Jack’s liking it. He looks so relaxed, getting to be himself instead of carrying on the family legacy of fair play and always being good guys. Jack drags X up to his feet. He shows off his strength by scooping the 260-lbs muscleman up and bodyslamming him down hard. BOOM! Xander rolls onto his side, moaning.
Jack drags Xander up to hands and knees. He locks the handsome dark-haired hunk’s head between his upper legs. With the standing head scissors secured, Jack reaches down and slides his hands under X’s elbows, locking them up in the middle of his broad back. Jack lifts, forcing X to rise to his feet, bent over with his head trapped. The blond stud hops up and lands on his knees, driving X’s head into the canvas with a devastating pedigree. CRACK!
X is limp and unmoving on the canvas. Jack has a look of smug satisfaction. Two low blows and a couple of moves and this match has changed entirely. Jack rolls X over and casually pins him. It’s so fucking arrogant and so fucking hot. Hey, it’s true. Ethan drops to count.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!”
Suddenly, Jack bounces back. The ref and fans are surprised. Did X kick out? Maybe. Or did Jack break his own count? Likely. Ethan eyes the blond stud, but Jack is already dragging X up to his feet. The ROW champ bodyslams X again. BOOM! He drags him up and gets Xander standing on his own. The blond stud leaves X wobbling and fighting to focus, as Jack exits the ring.
Jack stands on the apron and pulls the rope back. He jumps forward, flipping over the top rope and using the tension in the rope to propel him forward. He clotheslines Xander with a big buckshot lariat move. WHOMP! Xander goes down hard again, lying on the canvas as Jack get to his knees, flexing like the dirty young punk he is. He has X in trouble and is loving it.
I expected this from the start. Xander impressed me but Jack’s been trained by the best. The blond punk drags X up and whips the CLAW champ into the corner. CLANG! X sags against the turnbuckles. Jack is already charging in. He leaps and flies in, squashing the big muscle stud. SPLAT! Jack bounces off while Xander drops onto his ass. The ROW champ arrogantly flexes, earning cheers and boos.
Fickle crowd.
The blond stud adjusts his bulge. A few wolf whistles earn a cocky smirk. Jack charges in again. He jumps so his boots go under the middle rope and his butt crushes into Xander’s chest. WHOMP! Jack bounces on X’s chest with a bronco buster. He drives his ass down hard. BOMP! PLOP! BOMP! X is flattened, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle.
Jack stands up. He looks down, “Welcome to the big leagues, boy.”
The ROW champ drags X up by his hair. He wraps his arm around the wobbly X’s head. He holds him in a side headlock. Jack runs three steps, jumps and bulldogs Xander’s head into the canvas. CRACK! Oh shit. I start to move to the announce table. Jack rolls X onto his back and goes for a pin. I can only hope Champ is right about the arrogant blond punk’s plans for X.
Ethan slaps the mat. BAM! “ONE!”
The ref does it again. BAM! “TWO!”
As Ethan’s hand goes up again, Jack pulls X up by his hair, breaking his own pin. Phew. The ref admonishes the cocky punk but Jack just smirks. He knows that he’s in control. Champ told me that Jack isn’t just looking to win, he wants to humiliate the big rookie stud. He wants to show him that there’s no substitute for experience. I feel bad for Xander, but it works for me.
Jack rises, dragging Xander up with him. He locks on another side headlock. The blond stud wastes no time, driving X down with a second devastating bulldog. CRACK! He covers him for another pin. Ethan points, “Don’t even think about it.” Jack just smirks as he casually lies across Xander’s thick pecs. No leg hook. Nothing. Just pure punk arrogance.
BAM! “ONE!”
This time, Jack doesn’t even wait. He leaps off like Xander kicked out. The blond punk kneels with his legs open wide. He holds his head and looks around, like he’s shocked. Xander didn’t move, much less kick out, but what can anyone do? The ref shakes his head, glaring at the arrogant ROW champ. Jack stands up and circles X’s carcass with his arms and tongue out.
“All right, boys! Are you ready? It’s triple dog time!”
Jack drags X up again. It’s tough work, but he coaxes the dazed 260-lbs muscleman up. A third side headlock. Jack points one finger into the air and swivels his hips. The crowd is cheering. Some for Xander to find some energy but most want to see the blond stud finish the powerful stud from CLAW off. Jack runs and delivers a third finishing bulldog. CRACK!
X is done. All Jack has to do is pin him.
Okay, it’s time to flip this script.
Jack thinks he’s won. I think this is just getting started.
Per my plan, I’m in position. The Heavenly Bros have moved down the opposite aisle. They’re crouched at the apron. I knew I could count on those boys. Jack drops to knees. He leans in, smothering X’s face with his bulge. He plants his hands on the dark-haired hunk’s chiseled torso. As he covers for a final pin, Jack humps Xander’s face. The crowd laughs and claps.
This time, there will be no games. No pull ups. And no kick out from the barely conscious Xander. Ethan drops to start the performative count that will result in Jack’s definitive win.
Maybe not.
Christian slides under the bottom rope. He grabs the ref’s ankle and pulls. With Taylor’s help, they drag Ethan under the bottom rope. WHOA! The ref falls to the floor. Christian and Taylor lift him up and spin him to face away from the ring. They push in, seductively arguing with him while caressing his hot body. Christian whispers into his ear as Taylor kisses his neck. Ethan weakly pushes against them but he quickly loses all focus.
Jack has realized there’s no counting. He dismounts Xander and looks around. When he sees what the Heavenly Bros are doing, his face turns red. Jack’s hands form fists. Before he can charge at them, I grab a mic from the announcers. They let me, loving the potential for drama. I call out, “Jack! Jack! Jack! That was impressive. Three of your big bulldogs. Nice work.”
The real Jack Justice III is an amoral, lying, conniving brat with serious daddy (and granddaddy) issues.
I watch from the back near the announce table. The fans won’t sit down this whole match. Everyone wants to see the blond young stud in his little baby blue trunks take on X, the recently crowned CLAW heavyweight champion. I met X last night. His real name is Xander. He’s still a rookie but his size, power and looks have moved him up the ranks. He was an enforcer to another guy, broke free and won the title in another hot storyline from CLAW.
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| I'm Reks. Just watching. |
With both men in the ring, Ethan the ref goes to work explaining the rules. I look the two wrestlers over as they face off. It’s funny, Xander is 23 and Jack is 22. Both men are 6’5”. Xander is heavier at 260. They’re not that different, but somehow, the dark-haired hunk in black leather feels like a manly monster and the nepo-baby feels like the boyish underdog.
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For me, in reality, X is the clear rookie underdog, and Jack is the more experienced heel.
The ROW title isn’t even on the line. It was billed as a title vs title match, and it still is. Jack’s putting up my ETPW title. Sneaky punk. A recent change to the program. Thanks to the events of yesterday, Jack gets to use the chaos of the random title change to protect the one he cares about. And my earlier opponent was happy, too. Since I didn’t have a title, he didn’t lose his when I beat him. Another thing Jack cost me.
Ethan signals for the bell. It’s on.
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JACK JUSTICE III VS. X
The studs move in quickly, wasting no time locking up. They struggle in a classic collar-and-elbow. X pushes hard, throwing Jack backward. He flies all the way back to his corner. CLANG! The rookie powerhouse flexes, earning cheers from the crowd. Jack looks around. Is he surprised? Interesting. If Xander can throw the blond douchebag off his game, he has a shot.
Jack moves forward for another lockup. After being shown up, I’m expecting something. As they close in, the legacy punk goes for a surprise kick. There it is. X was ready for it, too. He grabs Jack’s boot. The dark-haired muscleman pulls and rolls, executing a beautiful leg-drag takedown. Jack is thrown over by his leg. He lands hard on his shoulder. WHAM!
X keeps his grip on Jack’s leg. He rises and powers the surprised blond stud into a single leg crab. More cheers for the ‘heel’. The CLAW champion is a powerhouse. He’s resisting Jack’s attempts to push up to kick out. Showing his nasty side, X grabs hold of Jack’s junk. The big paw engulfs the tightly wrapped balls. The ROW champ cries out in shock and pain.
The crowd laughs and cheers. The consensus sounds like they want X to squeeze harder.
Gay wrestling fans are the best.
Jack isn’t having that. After failing through strength, the blond stud pushes up, only this time, he twists and throws himself sideways. X loses his balance and stumbles with the counter. Jack rolls onto his back under the crouching Xander. He uses his boot to kick the muscular stud in the butt, sending X into the ropes. UNH! The big man manages to turn and hit with his back.
Upon impact, X bounces off, using the ropes to accelerate. He’s looking to shoulder block Jack, but the blond punk drops fast, forcing to Xander to hop over him and run into the opposite ropes. He bounces off again and runs back in. This time, Jack manages to dodge, tripping the big muscleman as he passes by. BOP! X lands on his face and pecs. SPLAT!
With the big heel down and stunned, Jack jumps on his back, lying across it. He powers Xander into a crossface, trapping one of X’s arms between his legs and grabbing under X’s chin by locking his fingers and flipping his palms out. Jack pulls the CLAW champ’s head up, leaning back, his knuckles digging into X’s neck. UNH! The force twists X, straining his neck.
Xander’s legs kick up and down as he is stretched. He suffers for a moment but starts powering up to break free. He turns his trapped arm as he pushes up with his free one. It’s too early for this to submit the big man, which Jack quickly finds out. Not sure it’s even wearing him down. Seconds later, Jack has to abandon the hold and roll away to avoid a reversal.
Jack crouches and makes sure to stay out of Xander’s line of sight. The big man doesn’t realize it, reinforcing his rookie status. When you’re a big, gorgeous, 260-lbs beast in an indie fed full of guys under 200-lbs, you can rise up fast on muscle and luck. Against a guy like Jack? You need to have the skills to back up the power and chiseled muscles.
By the time X turns to face Jack, the blond stud is already in the air. Jack dropkicks Xander square in his sculpted pecs. BOMP! The big man is solid enough to absorb the blow. He takes two steps back and wobbles, but he manages to keep his feet by falling against the ropes. Jack is up fast, but he makes the mistake this time. X ricochets off the ropes with a big clothesline. SMASH! The ROW champ goes down hard. BOOM!
The CLAW champ follows up with a big leg drop across Jack’s chest. WHOMP! He spins quickly, hooks a leg and goes for a fast pin. Whistles from the side of the ring that is staring right at Jack’s taint, bulge and the smooth, untanned, white flesh insides of his long legs.
Ethan is on it. SLAP! “ONE!”
Jack kicks out immediately. Xander drags him up by his arm, lifting and twisting it into a vicious armbar. The blond stud moans and slaps his shoulder. X cranks on the hold, but Jack suddenly jumps and does a backflip, relieving all the pressure. Jack follows up with a big kick to X’s ripped abs. THUD! OOF! The CLAW champ grunts, and Jack is able to pull his arm free.
It’s fast-paced. Xander is still bent forward when Jack locks on a side headlock. The ROW champ takes two steps forward, setting up a bulldog, his family finisher. X must’ve been expecting it, because he immediately counters, digging in his feet and pushing against Jack’s back. His size and power stop him while sending Jack flying forward onto his butt. PLOP!
X drops down and puts his knee into Jack’s back. He grabs the blond stud’s arms and pulls them back into a seated surfboard. Jack stomps his feet in pain and frustration. The less experienced beefcake is impressively holding his own. Ethan is down on one knee, asking if Jack is giving. Not surprisingly, the ROW champ hangs his head and shakes it, his long blond hair whipping from side to side.
Jack manages to roll his shoulders, so his forearms face down and in, easing a lot of the pressure. He twists and rolls, managing to counter the hold. Jack dives in, head-first, connecting his skull with Xander’s chin. CRACK! That sends the 260-lbs beast onto his back, dazed and writhing. Jack leaps on top, looking for a controlling hold. They grapple with X flailing against the relentless assault. Power overcomes skill, though, as X throws Jack off.
Both men rise to their feet. Jack charges in, not giving his heavier opponent a moment to rest. X sees it and launches himself forward. Jack stops short but it’s too late to do anything as Xander flies into him with a shoulder block. WHOMP! The blond stud goes down hard with X on top of him. This time, it’s Jack who throws Xander off him, rolling over to the ropes.
Jack pauses to pound the mat angrily. He expected an easy win over the small-time musclestud, but X is proving to be resilient and aggressive. That Ben guy must be happy. It’s a great ad for CLAW to have one of his rookie studs, a guy with only a year or two experience, hang with the ROW champion. No matter what the outcome, he can brag about his training.
Despite his experience advantage, Jack’s the one who made a mistake this time. His momentary release of frustration slowed him down. When he gets to his feet, X is already up. As the blond stud turns to restart the match, he’s met with a big, black boot to the chin. KRAKT! Jack falls against the ropes, bounces off and staggers until he does a face plant. BAM!
Smartly, Xander goes for a pin, once again hooking the ROW champ’s leg and opening up his legs. Ethan is down and ready.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!”
SLAP! “THR – NO!”
Ethan rises to his knees, “NO PIN! Shoulder up!”
X looks pissed but he doesn’t delay. He drags Jack up by his long blond locks. Xander scoops Jack up across his chest and delivers a ring-shaking bodyslam! BOOM! The blond stud bounces and rolls onto his side, holding his back. X drags him up again, this time in a front facelock. A grip on the side of the blue trunks and he powers Jack over with a suplex. BOOM!
The ROW champ is in trouble. He lies on his back, moaning and his legs out wide. Xander is up in the air, crashing down with a big 260-lbs splash across the blond stud’s smooth body. SPLAT! Jack starts coughing as X rolls off him. I might’ve tried another pin, but Xander drags Jack up by his wrist and hair again. The blond stud is definitely wobbly as he gets on his feet.
X whips Jack into the ropes. He lifts his boot, aiming it at the ROW champ’s head. Jack still has the ring savvy to see it and duck in time, flying under the boot and past the chiseled muscleman. As Xander turns to face Jack on the ricochet, the blond stud leaps and hits Xander with a cross body. The 260-lbs is a gorgeous beast, catching the flying 220-pounder. BAM!
With a quick turn, Xander plants Jack back on the mat with a bodyslam. BOOM! Jack’s had enough, rolling out of the ring to regroup. He slaps the apron. Fans taunt him. They’re definitely on the “heel’s” side against the nepo-babyface. Jack doesn’t like it, turning to tell them off. He’s losing his cool as the match keep going the wrong way. First, X. Now, the crowd.
Jack engages with the fans until Ethan starts counting him out. The ROW champ is enraged, his tanned white face now crimson at the idea that rules apply to him. He turns and points at Ethan. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a 6’5, 260-lbs mass flying at him over the top rope. Jack realizes what it is just as X lands, crushing the blond stud to the padded floor. SPLAT!
Ethan is warning both of them, but Xander isn’t going for a count out. He has the legacy stud reeling and the fans cheering for him. X literally lifts the 220-lbs ROW champ up and pushes him back into the ring under the bottom rope. The CLAW champ is so strong. I’d love to face him some day. And based on the thick pipe tenting his trunks, it’s gotta be for stakes.
Xander grabs Jack around the waist from behind. He powers the ROW champ up and pulls him in tight for a reverse bearhug. Now the blond stud is the one feeling the pipe in the chiseled muscleman’s trunks. Fuck yeah. Jack is limp but the sudden, crushing vice just below his ribs has him writhing in pain. Xander’s ripped arms and shoulders flex as every vein pops out.
The ROW champ pushes back against the 260-lbs musclestud’s hard body, desperately trying to hang on. Jack’s weakening in the python-like embrace. Xander shakes him from side to side. Blond hair whips around as Jack swings from left to right and back again. As he flies, Jack manages to swing his elbow up and back, catching X across the head. WHACK!
Xander throws Jack to the canvas as he shakes out his head. The blond stud kicks back in a donkey kick, hitting X right in the bulge. SQUISH! UNH! A dirty shot for a babyface but Jack’s desperate. The crowd lets out a loud, sympathetic, “OOH!” followed by an even louder “BOOO!” Jack reveals his real personality by shooting a few of the louder fans the finger.
X tries to tackle Jack down, but the blond stud has renewed energy. He spins with the tackle and drops X onto his back. The ROW champ unleashes his boots on Xander’s perfect body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! His boot strays lower on the abs, hitting pelvis. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! We all see it coming but we still wince when he goes too low. SQUISH! X cries out and rolls onto his side in the fetal position.
Ethan admonishes the cheater, “HEY! No more low blows or I’ll disqualify you!”
Jack smirks, “No, you won’t. Just stay outta my way until it’s time to count the pin.”
The arrogance earns more abuse from the fans, but I think Jack’s liking it. He looks so relaxed, getting to be himself instead of carrying on the family legacy of fair play and always being good guys. Jack drags X up to his feet. He shows off his strength by scooping the 260-lbs muscleman up and bodyslamming him down hard. BOOM! Xander rolls onto his side, moaning.
Jack drags Xander up to hands and knees. He locks the handsome dark-haired hunk’s head between his upper legs. With the standing head scissors secured, Jack reaches down and slides his hands under X’s elbows, locking them up in the middle of his broad back. Jack lifts, forcing X to rise to his feet, bent over with his head trapped. The blond stud hops up and lands on his knees, driving X’s head into the canvas with a devastating pedigree. CRACK!
X is limp and unmoving on the canvas. Jack has a look of smug satisfaction. Two low blows and a couple of moves and this match has changed entirely. Jack rolls X over and casually pins him. It’s so fucking arrogant and so fucking hot. Hey, it’s true. Ethan drops to count.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!”
Suddenly, Jack bounces back. The ref and fans are surprised. Did X kick out? Maybe. Or did Jack break his own count? Likely. Ethan eyes the blond stud, but Jack is already dragging X up to his feet. The ROW champ bodyslams X again. BOOM! He drags him up and gets Xander standing on his own. The blond stud leaves X wobbling and fighting to focus, as Jack exits the ring.
Jack stands on the apron and pulls the rope back. He jumps forward, flipping over the top rope and using the tension in the rope to propel him forward. He clotheslines Xander with a big buckshot lariat move. WHOMP! Xander goes down hard again, lying on the canvas as Jack get to his knees, flexing like the dirty young punk he is. He has X in trouble and is loving it.
I expected this from the start. Xander impressed me but Jack’s been trained by the best. The blond punk drags X up and whips the CLAW champ into the corner. CLANG! X sags against the turnbuckles. Jack is already charging in. He leaps and flies in, squashing the big muscle stud. SPLAT! Jack bounces off while Xander drops onto his ass. The ROW champ arrogantly flexes, earning cheers and boos.
Fickle crowd.
The blond stud adjusts his bulge. A few wolf whistles earn a cocky smirk. Jack charges in again. He jumps so his boots go under the middle rope and his butt crushes into Xander’s chest. WHOMP! Jack bounces on X’s chest with a bronco buster. He drives his ass down hard. BOMP! PLOP! BOMP! X is flattened, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle.
Jack stands up. He looks down, “Welcome to the big leagues, boy.”
The ROW champ drags X up by his hair. He wraps his arm around the wobbly X’s head. He holds him in a side headlock. Jack runs three steps, jumps and bulldogs Xander’s head into the canvas. CRACK! Oh shit. I start to move to the announce table. Jack rolls X onto his back and goes for a pin. I can only hope Champ is right about the arrogant blond punk’s plans for X.
Ethan slaps the mat. BAM! “ONE!”
The ref does it again. BAM! “TWO!”
As Ethan’s hand goes up again, Jack pulls X up by his hair, breaking his own pin. Phew. The ref admonishes the cocky punk but Jack just smirks. He knows that he’s in control. Champ told me that Jack isn’t just looking to win, he wants to humiliate the big rookie stud. He wants to show him that there’s no substitute for experience. I feel bad for Xander, but it works for me.
Jack rises, dragging Xander up with him. He locks on another side headlock. The blond stud wastes no time, driving X down with a second devastating bulldog. CRACK! He covers him for another pin. Ethan points, “Don’t even think about it.” Jack just smirks as he casually lies across Xander’s thick pecs. No leg hook. Nothing. Just pure punk arrogance.
BAM! “ONE!”
This time, Jack doesn’t even wait. He leaps off like Xander kicked out. The blond punk kneels with his legs open wide. He holds his head and looks around, like he’s shocked. Xander didn’t move, much less kick out, but what can anyone do? The ref shakes his head, glaring at the arrogant ROW champ. Jack stands up and circles X’s carcass with his arms and tongue out.
“All right, boys! Are you ready? It’s triple dog time!”
Jack drags X up again. It’s tough work, but he coaxes the dazed 260-lbs muscleman up. A third side headlock. Jack points one finger into the air and swivels his hips. The crowd is cheering. Some for Xander to find some energy but most want to see the blond stud finish the powerful stud from CLAW off. Jack runs and delivers a third finishing bulldog. CRACK!
X is done. All Jack has to do is pin him.
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CHANGE OF PLANS
Okay, it’s time to flip this script.
Jack thinks he’s won. I think this is just getting started.
Per my plan, I’m in position. The Heavenly Bros have moved down the opposite aisle. They’re crouched at the apron. I knew I could count on those boys. Jack drops to knees. He leans in, smothering X’s face with his bulge. He plants his hands on the dark-haired hunk’s chiseled torso. As he covers for a final pin, Jack humps Xander’s face. The crowd laughs and claps.
Maybe not.
Christian slides under the bottom rope. He grabs the ref’s ankle and pulls. With Taylor’s help, they drag Ethan under the bottom rope. WHOA! The ref falls to the floor. Christian and Taylor lift him up and spin him to face away from the ring. They push in, seductively arguing with him while caressing his hot body. Christian whispers into his ear as Taylor kisses his neck. Ethan weakly pushes against them but he quickly loses all focus.
Jack has realized there’s no counting. He dismounts Xander and looks around. When he sees what the Heavenly Bros are doing, his face turns red. Jack’s hands form fists. Before he can charge at them, I grab a mic from the announcers. They let me, loving the potential for drama. I call out, “Jack! Jack! Jack! That was impressive. Three of your big bulldogs. Nice work.”
The ROW champ spins around angrily. He glares at me, putting it all together.
Jack yells, “What the fuck do you want, pup?”
“What I want, and what I’m gonna get, is my ETPW title belt back around my waist.”
“What? Is that why your boys are here, illegally interfering? You can’t win, you know. You’re not even in this match! Did you make some kind of shady bargain with X? While I’m out here, entertaining these amazing fans -” Cheers. “- you’re making backroom deals? Get lost. I put him down fairly, like the Justice men have always proudly done.”
I move toward the ring, keeping him focused as the Heavenly Bros molest the sexy and willing referee. “Drop the act, Jack. We saw the real you with those low blows.” I throw another mic at him. He catches it and looks at me arrogantly. I use what Taylor told me last night, “Everyone here follows you on IG. They know that you’re an unapologetic, entitled asshole.” I ask the crowd, “Don’t you all know that?”
The fans cheer, “YES!” They’re eager to be part of this experience.
Jack growls, “What? You are working with X.”
I reach ringside, “No, I’m a free agent. And I’m the rightful ETPW champion.”
“I beat your ass.”
“With Champ’s help. Couldn’t do it on your own. You’re a coward. You won’t even give Champ a legitimate title rematch, so I know you won’t give me one unless I force you. You couldn’t beat him, either.”
“Champ? I beat that bitch twice. Everyone saw it.”
I whisper into the mic, “We both know that you never really beat him.”
Jack loses it, “I earned that belt! How do you think he became my bitch? I destroyed that fucking loser.”
The crowd is engrossed now, hearing about secret behind the scenes stuff. OOOH!
I shrug, “Yeah, all I know is you have two belts and didn’t earn either one of them.” I go cheap, “No wonder your granddaddy doesn’t think you deserve to make it to the big leagues.”
The crowd gasps.
That does it. Jack charges the ropes. He leans over, face red and rage obvious. “Fuck you! I’m about to win my third title. You and my bitch Champ? You old fucks got nothing! I can beat you fuckers any time, any place! Now, I’m gonna get my ref back in my ring and you’re gonna go back into obscurity where you belong.”
I shrug, “Coward.”
“FUCK YOU! I’m the future!”
“Big talk for such a skinny dick.” The crowd laughs. I turn back to the announce table, “Any time, any place. You hear that, Jefe?”
From the announce table, the event organizer nods, “Yep.”
I grin, knowing how much Jefe wants drama. Jack’s meltdown is going to make this Gay Wrestling Weekend the biggest thing on wrestling social media for a while. The ROW champion is no fool. He realizes what I’ve done. The crowd erupts and explodes. It’s tough to hear anything, especially as the A/V guy cuts off Jack’s mic. Now, it’s his voice against 200 fans.
Jack screams into the abyss, “Wait! You can’t - URK!”
The young punk can’t finish as Champ low blows him from behind. SQUISH! Champ unleashes hell. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I slide into the ring to cheers. I’m not the only one. Brooks slides in, wearing his ref gear. The Heavenly Bros have Ethan sandwiched between them as they ravage his body. He’s out of commission until we need him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
I help Xander wake up. He rises and shakes out his head. I point at Jack and give the big man instructions. He looks to the crowd. I follow his eyes and see the CLAW boss, Ben. Ben nods at Xander. With his boss’ approval, the big man nods at me, grinning. I move to Champ. We lift the reeling Jack up. Champ can’t resist giving him some stiff gut punches. THUD! POW! THUD!
With Jack coughing, we whip him into the ropes. Between the two of us, we accelerate him faster than he can react. Xander lifts his leg, setting up one of his signature moves. The blond punk flies off, racing right into X’s big boot. WHACK! Jack’s head snaps back and he goes down, dropping like a sack of potatoes. He rolls onto his side, legs kicking weakly.
Champ growls, “Time to scream, boy.”
I direct X to drag Jack up and lock him into a full nelson. Champ and I take turns using the helpless young stud as our own punching bag. POW! THUD! BASH! Jack’s gut is red and soft by the time we’re done. He’s coughing and looking weak. Brooks asks if he wants to submit but Jack says, “No!” I tap Xander’s shoulder. He drops Jack who collapses at Champ’s feet.
The muscular former ROW champion lifts Jack’s legs up. Champ steps between them, folding the younger stud’s legs over his. He spins and flips Jack into a sharpshooter. This is one of his finishers. No one, other than maybe Bobby Babylon, does it better. The secret is that Champ sits lower than other guys and turns, twisting the knee. Tough to perfect but he has done it.
Jack is moaning loudly. His moans turn to screams when Champ adds a bounce, folding him even harder. Brooks is down, asking if he submits. Jack taps furiously, “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!” The ref rises and taps Champ, ordering him to break the hold. My buddy releases it, letting Jack writhe at his boots. I call for the ROW belt and hand it to Champ. He raises it high.
Brooks fulfills his role, “AND THE WINNER BY SUBMISSION … THE NEW RING OF WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … CHUCK ‘CHAMP’ FLYNN!”
The crowd cheers the new Ring of Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.
Champ takes a victory lap as Xander, and I applaud him.
I lean into X, holding the mic, “Sorry, big man.”
“For what? I couldn’t win the ROW belt, anyway. You saved me from losing mine.”
“Glad you see it that way. Because I still want my belt back and there’s only one way to do that. If you beat Jack, you willing to put the ETPW title on the line?”
As I move the mic to his mouth, X nods, “Yeah, man, you bet.”
“Perfect.”
Champ comes out of nowhere with a spear to X’s abs. WHOMP! The big muscleman goes down hard. BAM! My buddy rises and I put the mic down on the mat. We drag the 6’5”, 260-lbs muscleman up. I pull him into a front facelock. Champ joins me on the other side. I count us in and we smoothly double suplex X on top of Jack. BOOM! They both lie there, unmoving.
Champ handles X, dragging him to his feet and locking on a rear naked choke. I handle Jack, locking his head between my thighs. I grab around his waist and lift him up, holding him upside down. The crowd noise is deafening as it echoes around the atrium. I drop forward, piledriving Jack’s head into the canvas. CRACK! The young stud crumples before me, knocked out.
I casually push him onto his back. He flops over. I move back to be out of the way. Champ has Xander’s 260-lbs across his chest. My buddy is impressively strong. He bodyslams X onto the unmoving ETPW heavyweight champion (for now). SPLAT! OOF! I crawl in and roll the big muscleman over so he’s covering Jack. I signal the Heavenly Bros, and they back off Ethan.
Christian says, “Dude, you’re hot and all but you’re working. Be a professional.”
Ethan shakes his head, “What?”
“Jack Justice vs. X. The ETPW title vs. CLAW title.” He roughly spins the dazed ring official around to see Xander lying atop an unconscious Jack. “Get in there and do your job.”
The ref is hard as a rock as he slides into the ring, trying to figure out what to do. Brooks steps in, “Count the pin, man. I’d do it, but this is your match.” Ethan looks at Brooks. He’s confused and unsure. He checks out Champ with the ROW belt. He looks at me. Now, back at the Heavenly Bros. And finally, he surveys the crowd. Everyone is telling him to count the pin.
Ethan drops down.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
The Heavenly Bros slide into the ring, jubilantly. They help the disoriented ref stand up, turning him so everyone can see his tenting trunks. Fans whistle and yell at the sexy ginger stud. The Bros call for the ETPW and CLAW belts. Brooks grabs them and hands them to Ethan. I grab the mic and hold it in front of his face. I tell him, “Go ahead.”
Ethan gathers himself. As the Heavenly Bros help the confused and wobbly Xander up to his feet, the ref announces to the crowd, “AND THE WINNER BY PIN … STILL THE CLAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … AND THE NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … EXXXXXXXXXX!”
Christian and Taylor rub the 6’5”/260-lbs muscleman’s torso and talk at him. I can’t hear what they’re saying over the pandemonium gripping the fans. Xander is finally getting what’s happened. He looks angrily at Champ but with a title belt in each hand, he can’t be mad for long. From the announce table, a voice rings out. It’s Lou, grabbing the spotlight.
“Congratulations, X! On behalf of the ETPW family, we’re proud to have you as our champion. We know that you’ll be a great one.” The crowd applauds. Xander nods. All the chaos that led to this is long forgotten. “You’re standing in there with just a few of our amazing talent. The Heavenly Bros. They’re awesome, right?” The fans cheer. “And two of our former champs - Reks …” Even louder cheers for me. “And Jack Justice.” Laughter. Ouch.
Xander grins and holds the belts up high. He really is a gorgeous beast. Champ and I drag Jack to the ring ropes. We lock him up in the ropes. I know they won’t hold him when he wakes but I planned for this. I pull two clips from my trunks. I lock them in back, securing the ropes together. No matter what he tries, they’re not opening up for the young punk.
Most of the crowd cheers for their double champion, but the guys on our side of the ring cheer for us.
X owns the ring as he circles. Christian is hanging on like he was Xander’s ring valet.
Taylor grabs the mic that Jack was using. He taps it until the A/V guy turns it back on. “That’s right, Lou. And we know X will be a fighting champion, right?” The new champion nods. “And you’ll give guys like me and my tag partner Valentino a shot, right?” Another nod. “How about right now?” X looks surprised but Taylor announces, “That’s a yes! What a man!”
The Heavenly Bros go into business for themselves, trying a sneak attack on the big man, but he’s recovered enough to block it. He drops the belts and grabs them by the necks, choking the devious tag team. They struggle against the powerful grip of his massive paws. As X moves to double chokeslam them, they manage to step on his boots hard. STOMP! STOMP!
The move doesn’t really hurt him, but it distracts the CLAW and ETPW champ. The Heavenly Bros follow up with kicks to his balls. SQUISH! SQUISH! X loses the chokes and bends forward. They pull him into a double front facelock, immediately dropping him with a big double DDT! One of their signature moves. X goes limp. They roll the big man over and lie on him.
Brooks pushes Ethan who drops and counts another pin.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
The Heavenly Bros jump up and dance. They grab the belts, tossing the CLAW belt back on X’s ripped abs while holding the ETPW up high between them. Christian signals to Ethan and yells something I can’t hear. The fans are even louder than before, engrossed by the Bros trickery.
Lou jumps in and removes any ambiguity. He’s seeing dollar signs as viral moments keep landing in his lap. This is crazy but as the commissioner of ETPW, he blesses the Heavenly Bros victory and congratulates them for being the champions, saying they’ll do great.
Ethan shrugs and goes along, “AND THE WINNERS AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT … um …” A pause and thought. Christian says something to Ethan who nods. The ref continues into the mic, “… HEAVYWEIGHT CO-CHAMPIONS … VALENTINO AND ROMEO … THE HEAVENLY BROS!”
The crowd celebrates, “BROS! BROS! BROS!”
Champ and I charge in. We take the Heavenly Bros by surprise, knocking them down. WHOMP! SPLAT! The belt goes flying. We drag up the smaller studs and immediately hoist them up into torture racks. They’re too shocked to counter and end up across our shoulders. I have cute cub Taylor and Champ has lean muscleboy Christian. Lightweights are a nice change.
We carry the Heavenly Bros around the ring. A few squats. A lot of bouncing. Pulling down on head and leg to really get them bending. We parade our trophies around the ring for a minute, getting them screaming nice and loud. Some cheers. Some boos. Ethan takes Taylor and Brooks takes Christian. The two ginger refs check to see if the co-champions will submit.
They don’t.
I move into Champ with a suggestion. He smiles and we shrug the Heavenly Bros off our shoulders. SPLAT! CRASH! We manhandle the lightweight studs into position, so they’re face down, heads nearly touching. We straddle their waists and sit on their backs. They start to regroup as he pulls them up. Too bad for them, Champ and I are way too strong for that.
We lock the Heavenly Bros in camel clutches. They face each other as we pull back on their chins. They try to free their arms, but they’re locked in the deep well between our thighs and torso. I squat up and scoot forward until my knees touch Champ’s. The Bros are face to face now. We make them kiss, earning claps and cheers from the assembled throng.
Fans really are fickle.
It’s time. Champ and I lean back, increasing the pressure. It takes no time before the boys are giving to us Men. They’re tricky but there are no tricks when you’re trapped like this. Brooks and Ethan confirm the submission, and we release the lightweight punks. Champ and I lock hands and bro-hug. Brooks shows up with the ETPW belt and we each hold one strap, hanging it between us. We pose for pictures like this, turning so every fan can get a great shot.
By this point, Ethan knows exactly what to say. “AND THE WINNERS AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CO-CHAMPIONS … CHAMP AND REKS!”
Lou gets back on the mic, congratulating us. It’s dizzying. The fourth ETPW heavyweight title change of the weekend. Third in the past few minutes. We are really the story of the weekend. I don’t care who does what tomorrow, no one is going to top this level of insanity.
The whole atrium has descended into chaos. The Heavenly Bros messed up my clear plan. Win Champ the ROW belt. Help Xander keep his CLAW belt. I win the ETPW belt. Instead, I’m standing here unsure how this all works. I have no idea how much is legit but as long as Lou keeps congratulating us, I guess it means I’m the ETPW champion again.
Well, co-champion.
Yeah, I don’t really like the sound of that.
I point at the ETPW title, “Champ. Look at this. It’s a cool little detail.”
My buddy looks closely, searching for whatever I’m talking about. I spin and bring my elbow up under the belt. WHACK! It smashes into his face. CRUNCH! Champ drops the ETPW title, and he stumbles backward. I kick him in the gut. He bends forward. I run backward into the ropes and come off, leaping into the air. I bring my leg down on the back of his head. The rough rider drives Champ down, smashing his head into the canvas. CRACK!
I roll off and flip him over. I hook Champ’s left leg and pin him.
Ethan is down, slapping the canvas again.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
I roll off and grab MY title belt as Ethan lifts my arm. The ref has given up fighting it, just going along. He looks around the ring. Jack tied up in the ropes. Champ unmoving. X on his back. The Heavenly Bros are stretching out their backs, ignoring everything else. Ethan and Brooks look at each other with hungry eyes. Or maybe that's in my imagination. All I know is that I don’t trust anyone at this point.
I warn the refs, “Don’t even think about it, boys. I have no problem smashing two gingers in the face with MY title belt.”
They nod and back off, leaving me to pose for fans I flex with MY title belt back where it belongs around my waist. Ethan acknowledges. “AND THE WINNER AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … REKS!”
Lou congratulates me from the announce table. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Even he’s running out of things to say. The crowd is still loud. Still cheering. Feeling very happy that they decided to attend. I don’t know how Jefe will top this next year.
Despite all the craziness, I’m right back where I was when I checked in yesterday.
Everything is right with the world once more.
I point at the struggling Jack, enjoying the view of him fighting against the ropes. His blond hair is swinging as he tries to work his way out of the ropes. He learned early how to do it, but I anticipated all his counters. We cinched those things in tight and added the clips. He’s going nowhere. I saunter over, proudly showing off my belt. He sneers at me with contempt.
I ask, “How do you like me now, pup?”
Jack growls, “You’re the pup, not me. None of this will count.”
“Uh huh. The whole world is watching.” I do a spin, pointing at the fan cameras. I nod at the Heavenly Bros as they help X and Champ up, making sure the big men have their belts. Both are pissed but the boys and belts soothe them. With everyone up and the results settled, the Heavenly Bros and refs slip out of the ring, leaving the spotlight to me, Champ and Xander.
I turn back to Jack. “Got plenty of witnesses to see what’s gone down.” I ask the crowd, “Do you guys think you saw real matches?”
A couple of hundred voices ring out, “YES!”
“Damn right you did! DO YOU THINK THESE RESULTS COUNT?”
“YES!”
“Damn right they do. All right, men, pop quiz.” I grin at Jack as I ask the crowd, “Who’s the real Ring of Wrestling Heavyweight Champion?”
Champ holds the belt up high in the air, letting out a primal roar as he flexes.
“CHAMP! CHAMP! CHAMP!”
“Sounds right. Next question, fans.” I point at X. He proudly lifts his belt. “Who’s the CLAW Heavyweight Champion?”
“X! X! X!”
“Right again! Last one …’” I lift my belt up high in the air, “… and who the fuck is the TWO-AND-A-HALF-TIME! EAST! TEXAS! PRO! WRESTLING! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION!”
“REKS! REKS! REKS!”
I point at Jack, “BONUS QUESTION … who in this ring has no titles at all? Hint, his name rhymes with lack.”
“JACK! JACK! JACK!”
“The crowd has spoken, pup.” I lower the mic to his mouth, “Got anything to say?”
Jack screams, “YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF CRAP! THOSE ARE MY BELTS! MY BELTS! MY BELTS! YOU CHEATED! YOU’RE ALL TRASH! TWO OLD LOSERS AND A BIG DUMB NOBODY!” The crowd boos. “AW, FUCK YOU! YOU WERE ALL ON MY DICK LAST NIGHT! TRASH CHAMPIONS! TRASH FANS! I’M JACK THE FUCKING LEGACY JUSTICE! YOU CAN’T PULL THIS SHIT ON ME!”
As the young punk keeps ranting, the crowd keeps booing.
When Jack runs out of things to say, I smile, “You are handsome.” I caress his cheek and chin. Cheers. “Look at these pouty lips.” I run my thumb around his mouth before sliding it in. He sucks on it. The crowd loves it. “You are hung.” I press my boot on his bulge. He moans and the crowd really loves that. “But that’s nothing special. We’re all handsome and hung.”
Hooting and hollering echoes through the cavernous hotel atrium.
I tell him, “You’re nothing more than us. You’re a spoiled brat and you just got spanked.” I run my hands through his hair. I force his head back, “And we’re not done with you.”
The crowd goes nuts.
“You had a good run, and I know you’ll be a huge success in the business. More successful than I could ever be. But, kid, I hope you learned a lesson. You should’ve known you could only push Men so far.”
Jack snarls as he looks in the mirror to check out the rope burns running across his shoulders, “I’m the only real Man here.”
I laugh, “No, you’re a boy with daddy issues. You can’t stand up to your famous family, so you’re using us as surrogates to take out all your aggression. But we aren’t your daddy, your granddaddy or even your uncle. We’re real Men. Steal our asses. Sure. But stealing my belt? Making a stud like Champ your bitch? Did you really think we’d never fight back?”
The young stud looks up with a softer look on his face. He looks at Champ, almost asking, “You were loving it.” The musclestud snorts contemptuously. Jack looks back to me, “I gave you the best opportunity you’ll ever have. Who gave a shit about you? No one. Now they do thanks to me. If none of this had happened, you would’ve had a match and stayed invisible.”
“Don’t act like your whole big plan was to help me.”
“There was no big plan. At least not by me. Tricking you outta your belt wasn’t even my idea. It was offered. You were right. Your pathetic little title meant nothing to me. I only accepted because it was fun to humiliate a dude like you.”
I ask, “Whose idea was it?” I look at Champ who just shrugs. I order Jack, “Answer me, kid.”
“Fuck off. You got your title. He’s got mine. For now.” Jack pouts. “I gotta take a whiz.”
The young stud gets up and heads to the can. Champ swears he has no idea who the kid talked to. He thought that he went after me out of spite. A desire to conquer an older stud that Champ himself had fucked. My buddy says, “I figured he wanted to take another thing away from me. That’s our dynamic.” He sighs. “I appreciate you forgiving me, Reks. I wouldn’t have.”
“It was touch-and-go but when I saw how he treated you, I knew it was messed up. I knew something bad had to have happened. Once I started to see you as a victim, I couldn’t keep hating on you.”
Champ shakes his head, “A victim. That hurts. I can tell you this. This whole deal changed me.”
I grin, “Didn’t change how hard you fuck.” He smirks at me. When Champ and I worked this all out this morning, I let him fuck me to seal the deal. “Where’s Jack?” We listen and hear the shower. “The kid is cleaning up?” The muscle stud nods. “I’m glad he’s making this easy.”
“He’s a fucking asshole but he’ll honor the code.” After a few minutes of silence where my mind wanders, I let out a soft laugh. Champ asks, “What?”
I shrug, “Just thinking about you and me as his tag team enforcers. Wouldn’t have been so bad. For me, at least. We’d -”
I’m interrupted, “Not too late.” I turn to see Jack standing naked in the front entry, toweling down his hair. “It’d be a good deal for both of you. Freshen up your character, Champ and get you noticed, Reks. We could pitch it to WWL Futures. Come in as a stable.” Jack tosses the towel and confidently struts toward us, “Get on your knees and I can make it happen.”
Champ growls, “You’re both nuts.” He stands up and grabs Jack by his thick, damp hair. He forces him face down on the bed. “Ass up. Mouth shut.” Champ sucks on his finger, getting good and wet before shoving it up Jack’s ass. And not gently, either. The young punk gasps but he takes it like a stud. Champ ruthlessly opens the cocky 22-year-old, making him moan.
With the back end under control, I move to the front end. I lift Jack’s head up. “Show me how sorry you are for what you did.” Jack gives me an evil glare, but Champ hits his spot, and his eyes roll back in his head before he can really hit it. I laugh and shove my cock into his gaping mouth. He gags on my cock as I roughly face fuck him, paying him back for the humiliation.
Jack gets into it. Yeah, he’s a nasty boy, but getting used by two studs like me and Champ would get any guy going. He closes his eyes and just embraces it. Jack’s a hot stud. He belongs like this. No talking or trickery, just being a dude. Champ’s done. He slides his fingers out and waves me forward. We trade places with me getting first crack at the asshole’s butt.
I get it. I’m the opening act. Literally. Champ wants to be the main event. In position, we plow into a very receptive young punk at the same time. Yeah, Jack is all-in for his daddies now. All his rage issues against older authority figures goes away as he submits to us. I’m balls deep as he’s still savoring Champ’s dick head. I start slow but get up to speed, hammering him.
Champ pushes Jack back onto my cock, making him take it deeper and harder. The young punk cries out as my pelvis slams against his smooth butt cheeks. My buddy isn’t looking for a great blowjob. He just wants Jack’s mouth to get him pumped and primed. Champ nods as Jack gasps. The older ROW stud has the boy’s hair, controlling him. Dominating him.
Jack is licking on Champ’s cock. I’m sweating as I just keep pounding his hole. Every time the young stud gasps and groans, I get more excited. I start slapping the side of his ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Yeah, cowboy, how do you like me know? Riding this old man’s pole.” Jack keeps running his tongue along Champ’s shaft, answering with whimpers and pained gasps.
I get close fast. A build up from the day. Fuck. I warn him, “Ready to get bred, boy?”
Champ answers, “Do it. Lube him up with your seed.”
My fingers dig into the smooth flesh of his hips as I pull him back into my thrusts. Oh fuck, yeah. I look at the ceiling, breathing as I reach the edge. I lower my gaze to look at Jack. Champ’s got him up, holding his chin, ready to receive. My buddy isn’t looking staring deep into the helpless young stud’s eyes, almost hypnotizing as I let out higher-pitched grunts.
“Beg him, boy. Beg Big Daddy Reks for his load.”
Jack says, “Please, Big Daddy Reks! Gimme your load! Breed my ass! Please!”
That’s all it takes. I can’t hold back any longer after that. I explode inside Jack, my dick firing in deep. I lean forward as the tension in my cock is at that perfect point pain and pleasure. I cry out loudly. I’m sure that my voice is traveling into the adjacent rooms. The last few shots leave my throbbing cock as it slides in and out of the slick hole. I soften and relax, breathing slowly.
I nod at Champ and back off. He slaps the side of Jack’s face. WHACK! “You like that?” The young punk nods. “You like getting bred by a real daddy?” Another nod. Champ wipes his thumb under Jack’s eye. I see a tear on it. Oh fuck, I made the boy cry? Champ licks the tear off his thumb. “Good, because this daddy is gonna give you something to really cry about.”
Champ roughly rolls Jack over onto his back. “I wanna watch as you take me.” Jack nods and instinctively lifts his legs up high, grabbing behind his knees. Champ smirks as his former dominator presents himself. I see some of my seed push out of his hole, leaking down. Damn, I really filled him up. Champ notices, “You’re making a mess, boy. Lemme plug that leak.”
With no more talk, Champ smoothly and effortlessly leans into Jack and powers his cock in deep. OHHH! Jack’s eyes roll back in his head as he takes the thick rod. It’s bigger than mine and Champ isn’t patient or gentle at all. The young punk cries out loudly as he takes it all in one move. Champ holds, letting the blond boy adjust to the massive meat inside him.
A wicked slap across the face gets Jack’s attention. WHACK! “Look at Daddy Chuck while he pounds you. The whole time. I wanna see that pretty face, boy.” Jack nods, mouth hanging open. I had to do a double take, forgetting that Champ’s real name is Chuck. The older ROW stud says to me, “Play with his dick, Reks. Nice and slow. Edge the fucker until I let him cum.”
I move in behind Jack. I rest his head against my abs, my cock pressing into the back of his neck. It forces Jack to watch Champ work and lets me reach down his smooth body. I take my time, caressing it as Champ slowly starts pumping, out halfway, in fully with driving force. Jack whimpers. I grab his long cock, toying with it. Helpless and stuffed, the young punk is hard as steel.
Champ starts the real fuck. With Jack’s tight hole slick and worked, it’s easy for the sexy beast to brutally pound the young stud. I’m bracing Jack, keeping him from sliding back. He’s got to take every fucking inch of Champ’s dick. More than that, he has to take every fucking bit of Champ’s rage. I don’t know how long he’s been Jack’s bitch, but Champ’s face is red as he savagely pounds the trapped stud.
I keep Jack’s cock hard, smoothly corkscrewing it. I pause to focus on the head, and I hear him whimper between his pained cries. Without prompting Jack begs, “Please, Daddy Chuck! Wreck my hole! Oh fuck! Yes! Please, daddy!” The young stud is a real alpha, I don’t doubt it, but he’s definitely got beta bitch instincts in there. He just needed the right stimulation.
And getting destroyed by a mega-stud like Champ is definitely stimulating his submissive side.
Champ orders me to start bringing Jack to the edge. I get tighter and faster on his dick. It’s leaking like crazy. I can feel it throbbing. Jack admits that he’s getting close. Champ tells me to slow down. “Not yet. Not yet.” I obey. He focuses on his own dick. The sweaty stud nods, “Now. Milk this little bitch.” I respond by pumping on the handjob, really working the long dick.
Jack grips his legs so tightly that I can see red marks where his fingers are. He begs again. I trash talk him, calling him boy and playing up the situation of being trapped between two old school muscle studs. That does it. “I’M CUMMING, DADDY! I’M CUMMING! FUUCCCKKK!” Jack erupts, coating his torso with his hot white seed. His whole body tenses as he shoots.
My buddy groans. His eyelids flutter as Jack’s convulsing body tightens up. The young punks hole squeezes on Champ’s cock and it sends him over the edge. Champ roars and growls, his eyes boring a hole in Jack’s skull as he lets himself go. Every vein in Champ’s mighty body pops. His face and shoulders are bright red. He slowly pumps, emptying himself inside Jack.
Champ staggers backward. Jack lets go of his legs. I flip him over so he’s lying face down on the bed with his legs hanging down. Jack’s knees are on the floor as I move around. I watch Champ’s cum gurgle out of the young punk’s hole as he just lies there, weak and unmoving. I can’t resist a spank to that smooth white butt. SMACK! Jack jerks and lets out a yelp.
I kiss Champ. He lets me and even kisses me back. I tease, “We make a good team.”
Champ nods. He sighs, thinking. Looks at me. Looks down at Jack. Finally says, “Okay, kid. If you wanna pitch us as a stable, do it.”
Jack rolls around and sits on the floor, gathering himself. He looks up at us, “Can you two lie to a wrestling legend? Convince my grandpa that this was all a work? That I agreed to it all because I’m now a team player who puts the business first? Convince him that I get it? That I’ve earned my shot? He’s the one holding me back. Doesn’t believe shit I tell him.”
“That’s ’cause he’s smart and knows a liar when he sees one.” My muscle buddy grins, “But … to finally get to the promised land, I’d lie to my own grandpa. I’m tired of waiting. You tired of waiting, Reks?”
“Hell yeah.”
Champ says, “Trust me, boy, Reks and I can sell him. We speak old school.” Jack grins. Shit, could this happen? Champ is right. I’ll lie about all this all day and all night to get my shot. The bigger beast says, “C’mon, Reks. You and I will work out our story in the shower. Jack, you just sit there and figure out your part. And don’t even think about trying to leave us behind.”
The young punk sarcastically replies, “Trust me, daddies.” One glare from both of us and he answers seriously, “Don’t worry. I want you two by my side. We’ll make an awesome team.”
“So, what made you do it?”
I ask so casually that no one really reacts. I’m in the Heavenly Bros suite. Lucky fuckers. Yusuf and Abdi let them keep it even after everything blew up. I know it was part of the whole setup to steal their belts. The hotel owners rigged the room so the boys would call maintenance. Brilliant and devious but it’s a nice big room, perfect for a nice big confrontation with a snake.
Taylor and Christian are chilling on the sofa with Tay snuggled up against his friend and tag partner. I love their relationship. For two guys who lost their belts twice in two days and will likely last three seconds in the battle royale tomorrow, they’re happy with the way things are going. They had a great match and pushed a top indie tag team to the limit. I hear some of the guys from bigger indie feds were sniffing around with offers for the lightweight heel team.
I brought beers for Christian and me, plus white wine for Taylor. Tay invited me up for sex. Not directly, but Taylor is a proud slut. When he found out about me being bi, I knew it wouldn’t take long. It’s a horny weekend. Unfortunately, Taylor is sulking because I invited a fourth. I ignore the cute stud’s pouting, knowing I will fuck his ass in a few minutes. He can wait.
There’s just something I need to do first.
After a few seconds of me glaring at him, Logan realizes I was asking him my question, “What? Are you talking to me? Do what?”
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| Yeah, focus on me, Jack. |
“What I want, and what I’m gonna get, is my ETPW title belt back around my waist.”
“What? Is that why your boys are here, illegally interfering? You can’t win, you know. You’re not even in this match! Did you make some kind of shady bargain with X? While I’m out here, entertaining these amazing fans -” Cheers. “- you’re making backroom deals? Get lost. I put him down fairly, like the Justice men have always proudly done.”
I move toward the ring, keeping him focused as the Heavenly Bros molest the sexy and willing referee. “Drop the act, Jack. We saw the real you with those low blows.” I throw another mic at him. He catches it and looks at me arrogantly. I use what Taylor told me last night, “Everyone here follows you on IG. They know that you’re an unapologetic, entitled asshole.” I ask the crowd, “Don’t you all know that?”
The fans cheer, “YES!” They’re eager to be part of this experience.
Jack growls, “What? You are working with X.”
I reach ringside, “No, I’m a free agent. And I’m the rightful ETPW champion.”
“I beat your ass.”
“With Champ’s help. Couldn’t do it on your own. You’re a coward. You won’t even give Champ a legitimate title rematch, so I know you won’t give me one unless I force you. You couldn’t beat him, either.”
“Champ? I beat that bitch twice. Everyone saw it.”
Jack loses it, “I earned that belt! How do you think he became my bitch? I destroyed that fucking loser.”
The crowd is engrossed now, hearing about secret behind the scenes stuff. OOOH!
I shrug, “Yeah, all I know is you have two belts and didn’t earn either one of them.” I go cheap, “No wonder your granddaddy doesn’t think you deserve to make it to the big leagues.”
The crowd gasps.
That does it. Jack charges the ropes. He leans over, face red and rage obvious. “Fuck you! I’m about to win my third title. You and my bitch Champ? You old fucks got nothing! I can beat you fuckers any time, any place! Now, I’m gonna get my ref back in my ring and you’re gonna go back into obscurity where you belong.”
I shrug, “Coward.”
“FUCK YOU! I’m the future!”
“Big talk for such a skinny dick.” The crowd laughs. I turn back to the announce table, “Any time, any place. You hear that, Jefe?”
From the announce table, the event organizer nods, “Yep.”
I grin, knowing how much Jefe wants drama. Jack’s meltdown is going to make this Gay Wrestling Weekend the biggest thing on wrestling social media for a while. The ROW champion is no fool. He realizes what I’ve done. The crowd erupts and explodes. It’s tough to hear anything, especially as the A/V guy cuts off Jack’s mic. Now, it’s his voice against 200 fans.
Jack screams into the abyss, “Wait! You can’t - URK!”
The young punk can’t finish as Champ low blows him from behind. SQUISH! Champ unleashes hell. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I slide into the ring to cheers. I’m not the only one. Brooks slides in, wearing his ref gear. The Heavenly Bros have Ethan sandwiched between them as they ravage his body. He’s out of commission until we need him. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Champ growls, “Time to scream, boy.”
I direct X to drag Jack up and lock him into a full nelson. Champ and I take turns using the helpless young stud as our own punching bag. POW! THUD! BASH! Jack’s gut is red and soft by the time we’re done. He’s coughing and looking weak. Brooks asks if he wants to submit but Jack says, “No!” I tap Xander’s shoulder. He drops Jack who collapses at Champ’s feet.
The muscular former ROW champion lifts Jack’s legs up. Champ steps between them, folding the younger stud’s legs over his. He spins and flips Jack into a sharpshooter. This is one of his finishers. No one, other than maybe Bobby Babylon, does it better. The secret is that Champ sits lower than other guys and turns, twisting the knee. Tough to perfect but he has done it.
Jack is moaning loudly. His moans turn to screams when Champ adds a bounce, folding him even harder. Brooks is down, asking if he submits. Jack taps furiously, “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!” The ref rises and taps Champ, ordering him to break the hold. My buddy releases it, letting Jack writhe at his boots. I call for the ROW belt and hand it to Champ. He raises it high.
Brooks fulfills his role, “AND THE WINNER BY SUBMISSION … THE NEW RING OF WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … CHUCK ‘CHAMP’ FLYNN!”
The crowd cheers the new Ring of Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.
Champ takes a victory lap as Xander, and I applaud him.
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ONLY THE BEGINNING
I lean into X, holding the mic, “Sorry, big man.”
“For what? I couldn’t win the ROW belt, anyway. You saved me from losing mine.”
“Glad you see it that way. Because I still want my belt back and there’s only one way to do that. If you beat Jack, you willing to put the ETPW title on the line?”
As I move the mic to his mouth, X nods, “Yeah, man, you bet.”
“Perfect.”
Champ comes out of nowhere with a spear to X’s abs. WHOMP! The big muscleman goes down hard. BAM! My buddy rises and I put the mic down on the mat. We drag the 6’5”, 260-lbs muscleman up. I pull him into a front facelock. Champ joins me on the other side. I count us in and we smoothly double suplex X on top of Jack. BOOM! They both lie there, unmoving.
Champ handles X, dragging him to his feet and locking on a rear naked choke. I handle Jack, locking his head between my thighs. I grab around his waist and lift him up, holding him upside down. The crowd noise is deafening as it echoes around the atrium. I drop forward, piledriving Jack’s head into the canvas. CRACK! The young stud crumples before me, knocked out.
I casually push him onto his back. He flops over. I move back to be out of the way. Champ has Xander’s 260-lbs across his chest. My buddy is impressively strong. He bodyslams X onto the unmoving ETPW heavyweight champion (for now). SPLAT! OOF! I crawl in and roll the big muscleman over so he’s covering Jack. I signal the Heavenly Bros, and they back off Ethan.
Christian says, “Dude, you’re hot and all but you’re working. Be a professional.”
Ethan shakes his head, “What?”
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| Get back to work, Ethan! |
The ref is hard as a rock as he slides into the ring, trying to figure out what to do. Brooks steps in, “Count the pin, man. I’d do it, but this is your match.” Ethan looks at Brooks. He’s confused and unsure. He checks out Champ with the ROW belt. He looks at me. Now, back at the Heavenly Bros. And finally, he surveys the crowd. Everyone is telling him to count the pin.
Ethan drops down.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
The Heavenly Bros slide into the ring, jubilantly. They help the disoriented ref stand up, turning him so everyone can see his tenting trunks. Fans whistle and yell at the sexy ginger stud. The Bros call for the ETPW and CLAW belts. Brooks grabs them and hands them to Ethan. I grab the mic and hold it in front of his face. I tell him, “Go ahead.”
Ethan gathers himself. As the Heavenly Bros help the confused and wobbly Xander up to his feet, the ref announces to the crowd, “AND THE WINNER BY PIN … STILL THE CLAW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … AND THE NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD … EXXXXXXXXXX!”
Christian and Taylor rub the 6’5”/260-lbs muscleman’s torso and talk at him. I can’t hear what they’re saying over the pandemonium gripping the fans. Xander is finally getting what’s happened. He looks angrily at Champ but with a title belt in each hand, he can’t be mad for long. From the announce table, a voice rings out. It’s Lou, grabbing the spotlight.
Xander grins and holds the belts up high. He really is a gorgeous beast. Champ and I drag Jack to the ring ropes. We lock him up in the ropes. I know they won’t hold him when he wakes but I planned for this. I pull two clips from my trunks. I lock them in back, securing the ropes together. No matter what he tries, they’re not opening up for the young punk.
Most of the crowd cheers for their double champion, but the guys on our side of the ring cheer for us.
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GOING INTO BUSINESS FOR THEMSELVES
X owns the ring as he circles. Christian is hanging on like he was Xander’s ring valet.
Taylor grabs the mic that Jack was using. He taps it until the A/V guy turns it back on. “That’s right, Lou. And we know X will be a fighting champion, right?” The new champion nods. “And you’ll give guys like me and my tag partner Valentino a shot, right?” Another nod. “How about right now?” X looks surprised but Taylor announces, “That’s a yes! What a man!”
The Heavenly Bros go into business for themselves, trying a sneak attack on the big man, but he’s recovered enough to block it. He drops the belts and grabs them by the necks, choking the devious tag team. They struggle against the powerful grip of his massive paws. As X moves to double chokeslam them, they manage to step on his boots hard. STOMP! STOMP!
The move doesn’t really hurt him, but it distracts the CLAW and ETPW champ. The Heavenly Bros follow up with kicks to his balls. SQUISH! SQUISH! X loses the chokes and bends forward. They pull him into a double front facelock, immediately dropping him with a big double DDT! One of their signature moves. X goes limp. They roll the big man over and lie on him.
Brooks pushes Ethan who drops and counts another pin.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
The Heavenly Bros jump up and dance. They grab the belts, tossing the CLAW belt back on X’s ripped abs while holding the ETPW up high between them. Christian signals to Ethan and yells something I can’t hear. The fans are even louder than before, engrossed by the Bros trickery.
Lou jumps in and removes any ambiguity. He’s seeing dollar signs as viral moments keep landing in his lap. This is crazy but as the commissioner of ETPW, he blesses the Heavenly Bros victory and congratulates them for being the champions, saying they’ll do great.
Ethan shrugs and goes along, “AND THE WINNERS AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT … um …” A pause and thought. Christian says something to Ethan who nods. The ref continues into the mic, “… HEAVYWEIGHT CO-CHAMPIONS … VALENTINO AND ROMEO … THE HEAVENLY BROS!”
The crowd celebrates, “BROS! BROS! BROS!”
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YEAH, I DON’T THINK SO
Champ and I charge in. We take the Heavenly Bros by surprise, knocking them down. WHOMP! SPLAT! The belt goes flying. We drag up the smaller studs and immediately hoist them up into torture racks. They’re too shocked to counter and end up across our shoulders. I have cute cub Taylor and Champ has lean muscleboy Christian. Lightweights are a nice change.
We carry the Heavenly Bros around the ring. A few squats. A lot of bouncing. Pulling down on head and leg to really get them bending. We parade our trophies around the ring for a minute, getting them screaming nice and loud. Some cheers. Some boos. Ethan takes Taylor and Brooks takes Christian. The two ginger refs check to see if the co-champions will submit.
They don’t.
I move into Champ with a suggestion. He smiles and we shrug the Heavenly Bros off our shoulders. SPLAT! CRASH! We manhandle the lightweight studs into position, so they’re face down, heads nearly touching. We straddle their waists and sit on their backs. They start to regroup as he pulls them up. Too bad for them, Champ and I are way too strong for that.
We lock the Heavenly Bros in camel clutches. They face each other as we pull back on their chins. They try to free their arms, but they’re locked in the deep well between our thighs and torso. I squat up and scoot forward until my knees touch Champ’s. The Bros are face to face now. We make them kiss, earning claps and cheers from the assembled throng.
Fans really are fickle.
It’s time. Champ and I lean back, increasing the pressure. It takes no time before the boys are giving to us Men. They’re tricky but there are no tricks when you’re trapped like this. Brooks and Ethan confirm the submission, and we release the lightweight punks. Champ and I lock hands and bro-hug. Brooks shows up with the ETPW belt and we each hold one strap, hanging it between us. We pose for pictures like this, turning so every fan can get a great shot.
By this point, Ethan knows exactly what to say. “AND THE WINNERS AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CO-CHAMPIONS … CHAMP AND REKS!”
Lou gets back on the mic, congratulating us. It’s dizzying. The fourth ETPW heavyweight title change of the weekend. Third in the past few minutes. We are really the story of the weekend. I don’t care who does what tomorrow, no one is going to top this level of insanity.
The whole atrium has descended into chaos. The Heavenly Bros messed up my clear plan. Win Champ the ROW belt. Help Xander keep his CLAW belt. I win the ETPW belt. Instead, I’m standing here unsure how this all works. I have no idea how much is legit but as long as Lou keeps congratulating us, I guess it means I’m the ETPW champion again.
Well, co-champion.
Yeah, I don’t really like the sound of that.
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I DON’T LIKE SHARING
I point at the ETPW title, “Champ. Look at this. It’s a cool little detail.”
My buddy looks closely, searching for whatever I’m talking about. I spin and bring my elbow up under the belt. WHACK! It smashes into his face. CRUNCH! Champ drops the ETPW title, and he stumbles backward. I kick him in the gut. He bends forward. I run backward into the ropes and come off, leaping into the air. I bring my leg down on the back of his head. The rough rider drives Champ down, smashing his head into the canvas. CRACK!
I roll off and flip him over. I hook Champ’s left leg and pin him.
Ethan is down, slapping the canvas again.
BAM! “ONE!”
BAM! “TWO!”
BAM! “THREE!”
I roll off and grab MY title belt as Ethan lifts my arm. The ref has given up fighting it, just going along. He looks around the ring. Jack tied up in the ropes. Champ unmoving. X on his back. The Heavenly Bros are stretching out their backs, ignoring everything else. Ethan and Brooks look at each other with hungry eyes. Or maybe that's in my imagination. All I know is that I don’t trust anyone at this point.
I warn the refs, “Don’t even think about it, boys. I have no problem smashing two gingers in the face with MY title belt.”
They nod and back off, leaving me to pose for fans I flex with MY title belt back where it belongs around my waist. Ethan acknowledges. “AND THE WINNER AND NEW EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … REKS!”
Lou congratulates me from the announce table. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Even he’s running out of things to say. The crowd is still loud. Still cheering. Feeling very happy that they decided to attend. I don’t know how Jefe will top this next year.
Despite all the craziness, I’m right back where I was when I checked in yesterday.
Everything is right with the world once more.
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VICTORY LAP
I point at the struggling Jack, enjoying the view of him fighting against the ropes. His blond hair is swinging as he tries to work his way out of the ropes. He learned early how to do it, but I anticipated all his counters. We cinched those things in tight and added the clips. He’s going nowhere. I saunter over, proudly showing off my belt. He sneers at me with contempt.
I ask, “How do you like me now, pup?”
Jack growls, “You’re the pup, not me. None of this will count.”
“Uh huh. The whole world is watching.” I do a spin, pointing at the fan cameras. I nod at the Heavenly Bros as they help X and Champ up, making sure the big men have their belts. Both are pissed but the boys and belts soothe them. With everyone up and the results settled, the Heavenly Bros and refs slip out of the ring, leaving the spotlight to me, Champ and Xander.
I turn back to Jack. “Got plenty of witnesses to see what’s gone down.” I ask the crowd, “Do you guys think you saw real matches?”
A couple of hundred voices ring out, “YES!”
“Damn right you did! DO YOU THINK THESE RESULTS COUNT?”
“YES!”
“Damn right they do. All right, men, pop quiz.” I grin at Jack as I ask the crowd, “Who’s the real Ring of Wrestling Heavyweight Champion?”
Champ holds the belt up high in the air, letting out a primal roar as he flexes.
“CHAMP! CHAMP! CHAMP!”
“Sounds right. Next question, fans.” I point at X. He proudly lifts his belt. “Who’s the CLAW Heavyweight Champion?”
“X! X! X!”
“Right again! Last one …’” I lift my belt up high in the air, “… and who the fuck is the TWO-AND-A-HALF-TIME! EAST! TEXAS! PRO! WRESTLING! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION!”
“REKS! REKS! REKS!”
I point at Jack, “BONUS QUESTION … who in this ring has no titles at all? Hint, his name rhymes with lack.”
“JACK! JACK! JACK!”
“The crowd has spoken, pup.” I lower the mic to his mouth, “Got anything to say?”
Jack screams, “YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF CRAP! THOSE ARE MY BELTS! MY BELTS! MY BELTS! YOU CHEATED! YOU’RE ALL TRASH! TWO OLD LOSERS AND A BIG DUMB NOBODY!” The crowd boos. “AW, FUCK YOU! YOU WERE ALL ON MY DICK LAST NIGHT! TRASH CHAMPIONS! TRASH FANS! I’M JACK THE FUCKING LEGACY JUSTICE! YOU CAN’T PULL THIS SHIT ON ME!”
As the young punk keeps ranting, the crowd keeps booing.
When Jack runs out of things to say, I smile, “You are handsome.” I caress his cheek and chin. Cheers. “Look at these pouty lips.” I run my thumb around his mouth before sliding it in. He sucks on it. The crowd loves it. “You are hung.” I press my boot on his bulge. He moans and the crowd really loves that. “But that’s nothing special. We’re all handsome and hung.”
Hooting and hollering echoes through the cavernous hotel atrium.
I tell him, “You’re nothing more than us. You’re a spoiled brat and you just got spanked.” I run my hands through his hair. I force his head back, “And we’re not done with you.”
The crowd goes nuts.
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THE BOY IS OURS
JACK’S ROOM
“You had a good run, and I know you’ll be a huge success in the business. More successful than I could ever be. But, kid, I hope you learned a lesson. You should’ve known you could only push Men so far.”
Jack snarls as he looks in the mirror to check out the rope burns running across his shoulders, “I’m the only real Man here.”
I laugh, “No, you’re a boy with daddy issues. You can’t stand up to your famous family, so you’re using us as surrogates to take out all your aggression. But we aren’t your daddy, your granddaddy or even your uncle. We’re real Men. Steal our asses. Sure. But stealing my belt? Making a stud like Champ your bitch? Did you really think we’d never fight back?”
The young stud looks up with a softer look on his face. He looks at Champ, almost asking, “You were loving it.” The musclestud snorts contemptuously. Jack looks back to me, “I gave you the best opportunity you’ll ever have. Who gave a shit about you? No one. Now they do thanks to me. If none of this had happened, you would’ve had a match and stayed invisible.”
“Don’t act like your whole big plan was to help me.”
“There was no big plan. At least not by me. Tricking you outta your belt wasn’t even my idea. It was offered. You were right. Your pathetic little title meant nothing to me. I only accepted because it was fun to humiliate a dude like you.”
I ask, “Whose idea was it?” I look at Champ who just shrugs. I order Jack, “Answer me, kid.”
“Fuck off. You got your title. He’s got mine. For now.” Jack pouts. “I gotta take a whiz.”
The young stud gets up and heads to the can. Champ swears he has no idea who the kid talked to. He thought that he went after me out of spite. A desire to conquer an older stud that Champ himself had fucked. My buddy says, “I figured he wanted to take another thing away from me. That’s our dynamic.” He sighs. “I appreciate you forgiving me, Reks. I wouldn’t have.”
“It was touch-and-go but when I saw how he treated you, I knew it was messed up. I knew something bad had to have happened. Once I started to see you as a victim, I couldn’t keep hating on you.”
Champ shakes his head, “A victim. That hurts. I can tell you this. This whole deal changed me.”
I grin, “Didn’t change how hard you fuck.” He smirks at me. When Champ and I worked this all out this morning, I let him fuck me to seal the deal. “Where’s Jack?” We listen and hear the shower. “The kid is cleaning up?” The muscle stud nods. “I’m glad he’s making this easy.”
“He’s a fucking asshole but he’ll honor the code.” After a few minutes of silence where my mind wanders, I let out a soft laugh. Champ asks, “What?”
I shrug, “Just thinking about you and me as his tag team enforcers. Wouldn’t have been so bad. For me, at least. We’d -”
I’m interrupted, “Not too late.” I turn to see Jack standing naked in the front entry, toweling down his hair. “It’d be a good deal for both of you. Freshen up your character, Champ and get you noticed, Reks. We could pitch it to WWL Futures. Come in as a stable.” Jack tosses the towel and confidently struts toward us, “Get on your knees and I can make it happen.”
Champ growls, “You’re both nuts.” He stands up and grabs Jack by his thick, damp hair. He forces him face down on the bed. “Ass up. Mouth shut.” Champ sucks on his finger, getting good and wet before shoving it up Jack’s ass. And not gently, either. The young punk gasps but he takes it like a stud. Champ ruthlessly opens the cocky 22-year-old, making him moan.
With the back end under control, I move to the front end. I lift Jack’s head up. “Show me how sorry you are for what you did.” Jack gives me an evil glare, but Champ hits his spot, and his eyes roll back in his head before he can really hit it. I laugh and shove my cock into his gaping mouth. He gags on my cock as I roughly face fuck him, paying him back for the humiliation.
Jack gets into it. Yeah, he’s a nasty boy, but getting used by two studs like me and Champ would get any guy going. He closes his eyes and just embraces it. Jack’s a hot stud. He belongs like this. No talking or trickery, just being a dude. Champ’s done. He slides his fingers out and waves me forward. We trade places with me getting first crack at the asshole’s butt.
I get it. I’m the opening act. Literally. Champ wants to be the main event. In position, we plow into a very receptive young punk at the same time. Yeah, Jack is all-in for his daddies now. All his rage issues against older authority figures goes away as he submits to us. I’m balls deep as he’s still savoring Champ’s dick head. I start slow but get up to speed, hammering him.
Champ pushes Jack back onto my cock, making him take it deeper and harder. The young punk cries out as my pelvis slams against his smooth butt cheeks. My buddy isn’t looking for a great blowjob. He just wants Jack’s mouth to get him pumped and primed. Champ nods as Jack gasps. The older ROW stud has the boy’s hair, controlling him. Dominating him.
Jack is licking on Champ’s cock. I’m sweating as I just keep pounding his hole. Every time the young stud gasps and groans, I get more excited. I start slapping the side of his ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Yeah, cowboy, how do you like me know? Riding this old man’s pole.” Jack keeps running his tongue along Champ’s shaft, answering with whimpers and pained gasps.
I get close fast. A build up from the day. Fuck. I warn him, “Ready to get bred, boy?”
Champ answers, “Do it. Lube him up with your seed.”
My fingers dig into the smooth flesh of his hips as I pull him back into my thrusts. Oh fuck, yeah. I look at the ceiling, breathing as I reach the edge. I lower my gaze to look at Jack. Champ’s got him up, holding his chin, ready to receive. My buddy isn’t looking staring deep into the helpless young stud’s eyes, almost hypnotizing as I let out higher-pitched grunts.
“Beg him, boy. Beg Big Daddy Reks for his load.”
Jack says, “Please, Big Daddy Reks! Gimme your load! Breed my ass! Please!”
That’s all it takes. I can’t hold back any longer after that. I explode inside Jack, my dick firing in deep. I lean forward as the tension in my cock is at that perfect point pain and pleasure. I cry out loudly. I’m sure that my voice is traveling into the adjacent rooms. The last few shots leave my throbbing cock as it slides in and out of the slick hole. I soften and relax, breathing slowly.
I nod at Champ and back off. He slaps the side of Jack’s face. WHACK! “You like that?” The young punk nods. “You like getting bred by a real daddy?” Another nod. Champ wipes his thumb under Jack’s eye. I see a tear on it. Oh fuck, I made the boy cry? Champ licks the tear off his thumb. “Good, because this daddy is gonna give you something to really cry about.”
Champ roughly rolls Jack over onto his back. “I wanna watch as you take me.” Jack nods and instinctively lifts his legs up high, grabbing behind his knees. Champ smirks as his former dominator presents himself. I see some of my seed push out of his hole, leaking down. Damn, I really filled him up. Champ notices, “You’re making a mess, boy. Lemme plug that leak.”
With no more talk, Champ smoothly and effortlessly leans into Jack and powers his cock in deep. OHHH! Jack’s eyes roll back in his head as he takes the thick rod. It’s bigger than mine and Champ isn’t patient or gentle at all. The young punk cries out loudly as he takes it all in one move. Champ holds, letting the blond boy adjust to the massive meat inside him.
A wicked slap across the face gets Jack’s attention. WHACK! “Look at Daddy Chuck while he pounds you. The whole time. I wanna see that pretty face, boy.” Jack nods, mouth hanging open. I had to do a double take, forgetting that Champ’s real name is Chuck. The older ROW stud says to me, “Play with his dick, Reks. Nice and slow. Edge the fucker until I let him cum.”
I move in behind Jack. I rest his head against my abs, my cock pressing into the back of his neck. It forces Jack to watch Champ work and lets me reach down his smooth body. I take my time, caressing it as Champ slowly starts pumping, out halfway, in fully with driving force. Jack whimpers. I grab his long cock, toying with it. Helpless and stuffed, the young punk is hard as steel.
Champ starts the real fuck. With Jack’s tight hole slick and worked, it’s easy for the sexy beast to brutally pound the young stud. I’m bracing Jack, keeping him from sliding back. He’s got to take every fucking inch of Champ’s dick. More than that, he has to take every fucking bit of Champ’s rage. I don’t know how long he’s been Jack’s bitch, but Champ’s face is red as he savagely pounds the trapped stud.
I keep Jack’s cock hard, smoothly corkscrewing it. I pause to focus on the head, and I hear him whimper between his pained cries. Without prompting Jack begs, “Please, Daddy Chuck! Wreck my hole! Oh fuck! Yes! Please, daddy!” The young stud is a real alpha, I don’t doubt it, but he’s definitely got beta bitch instincts in there. He just needed the right stimulation.
And getting destroyed by a mega-stud like Champ is definitely stimulating his submissive side.
Champ orders me to start bringing Jack to the edge. I get tighter and faster on his dick. It’s leaking like crazy. I can feel it throbbing. Jack admits that he’s getting close. Champ tells me to slow down. “Not yet. Not yet.” I obey. He focuses on his own dick. The sweaty stud nods, “Now. Milk this little bitch.” I respond by pumping on the handjob, really working the long dick.
Jack grips his legs so tightly that I can see red marks where his fingers are. He begs again. I trash talk him, calling him boy and playing up the situation of being trapped between two old school muscle studs. That does it. “I’M CUMMING, DADDY! I’M CUMMING! FUUCCCKKK!” Jack erupts, coating his torso with his hot white seed. His whole body tenses as he shoots.
My buddy groans. His eyelids flutter as Jack’s convulsing body tightens up. The young punks hole squeezes on Champ’s cock and it sends him over the edge. Champ roars and growls, his eyes boring a hole in Jack’s skull as he lets himself go. Every vein in Champ’s mighty body pops. His face and shoulders are bright red. He slowly pumps, emptying himself inside Jack.
Champ staggers backward. Jack lets go of his legs. I flip him over so he’s lying face down on the bed with his legs hanging down. Jack’s knees are on the floor as I move around. I watch Champ’s cum gurgle out of the young punk’s hole as he just lies there, weak and unmoving. I can’t resist a spank to that smooth white butt. SMACK! Jack jerks and lets out a yelp.
I kiss Champ. He lets me and even kisses me back. I tease, “We make a good team.”
Champ nods. He sighs, thinking. Looks at me. Looks down at Jack. Finally says, “Okay, kid. If you wanna pitch us as a stable, do it.”
Jack rolls around and sits on the floor, gathering himself. He looks up at us, “Can you two lie to a wrestling legend? Convince my grandpa that this was all a work? That I agreed to it all because I’m now a team player who puts the business first? Convince him that I get it? That I’ve earned my shot? He’s the one holding me back. Doesn’t believe shit I tell him.”
“That’s ’cause he’s smart and knows a liar when he sees one.” My muscle buddy grins, “But … to finally get to the promised land, I’d lie to my own grandpa. I’m tired of waiting. You tired of waiting, Reks?”
“Hell yeah.”
Champ says, “Trust me, boy, Reks and I can sell him. We speak old school.” Jack grins. Shit, could this happen? Champ is right. I’ll lie about all this all day and all night to get my shot. The bigger beast says, “C’mon, Reks. You and I will work out our story in the shower. Jack, you just sit there and figure out your part. And don’t even think about trying to leave us behind.”
The young punk sarcastically replies, “Trust me, daddies.” One glare from both of us and he answers seriously, “Don’t worry. I want you two by my side. We’ll make an awesome team.”
—————
THE TRUTH COMES OUT
CHRISTIAN & TAYLOR’S SUITE
“So, what made you do it?”
I ask so casually that no one really reacts. I’m in the Heavenly Bros suite. Lucky fuckers. Yusuf and Abdi let them keep it even after everything blew up. I know it was part of the whole setup to steal their belts. The hotel owners rigged the room so the boys would call maintenance. Brilliant and devious but it’s a nice big room, perfect for a nice big confrontation with a snake.
Taylor and Christian are chilling on the sofa with Tay snuggled up against his friend and tag partner. I love their relationship. For two guys who lost their belts twice in two days and will likely last three seconds in the battle royale tomorrow, they’re happy with the way things are going. They had a great match and pushed a top indie tag team to the limit. I hear some of the guys from bigger indie feds were sniffing around with offers for the lightweight heel team.
I brought beers for Christian and me, plus white wine for Taylor. Tay invited me up for sex. Not directly, but Taylor is a proud slut. When he found out about me being bi, I knew it wouldn’t take long. It’s a horny weekend. Unfortunately, Taylor is sulking because I invited a fourth. I ignore the cute stud’s pouting, knowing I will fuck his ass in a few minutes. He can wait.
There’s just something I need to do first.
After a few seconds of me glaring at him, Logan realizes I was asking him my question, “What? Are you talking to me? Do what?”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. Just asking. You put a lot of work into all the chaos of this weekend, and I’d like to know why.”
The 19-year-old takes a slow drink of pop. Logan is a handsome kid. He’s also a tricky bastard. Logan works for Lou, the ETPW promoter. When Jack said that stealing my title wasn’t his idea, it got me thinking. I spoke with Yusuf and Abdi, the owners of the hotel and tag team who stole Tay and Christian’s titles. Wasn’t their idea, either. They’d just been rough fucked by The Rustlers in this very room and were more open to talking than Jack.
I push, “What was the plan? Humiliate us and move up the ETPW ladder? Get us fired? Or did you just do it for kicks?” Logan stares hard at me. He’s trying to keep a straight face but that’s the biggest tell of all. “What did we ever do to you?”
Christian picks up what I’m putting down. He shrugs Taylor off and stands up, “You? You’re the one who set us up?”
Tay finally gets it and joins us, standing, “You little prick.”
Logan looks past me at the door. I carefully moved us so he couldn’t escape. He backs up toward the bedroom. I laugh, “Don’t bother. It’s a hotel. That door won’t lock, and the window barely opens. Besides, eventually, you’d need to face us. Might as well be now. Might as well just admit what you did, Logan.” He hesitates. I threaten, “Maybe I go to Lou.”
The teen looks at all three of us and simply says, “Please don’t tell Lou.”
Tay snarls, “Lou is the least of your problems.”
Logan tilts his head and gives him an exhausted look, “Fuck off with the tough guy shit. Reks can pull it off, but everyone knows you’d be on your knees for my big dick in a heartbeat.” He does have a big dick. The biggest in the room. But I’ve got the biggest muscles and backup. He looks at me, “Okay, yeah, I did it. I arranged for you guys to lose your belts like you did.”
Christian is confused, “We were probably gonna lose ours anyway. The Rustlers? C’mon, they’re next level compared to us.”
Logan says, “Yeah, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. You still would’ve had an awesome match, just like you did, and everyone would see how good you are, just like they did. You guys didn’t know what you were capable of until today. Lou and I could see that you two have ‘it’. The personalities and skills to become indie stars.”
Tay says, “Aw thanks.” He pauses and shakes his head, “I don’t get it.”
I do. And if I'm right, it changes everything. I ask a question that I think I know the answer to, “Lou has crooked contracts for us, doesn’t he?” Logan looks away, giving it up. I nod, “He was gonna lock us up after our big matches.”
Logan sighs and looks me in the eye, “No. Not after. That’d be too late. Before your big matches. Before anyone else realized what you three are capable of.”
I think about that. “Before?” A nod. I do the math, “Of course. The reception.” Logan nods again. “We’d be drunk. On a high being surrounded by all the fans and talent. Lou would swoop in with praise and get us to sign without even reading the papers.” Another nod. “We’d impress people. Get offers. Lou would wait 72 hours then remind us, we signed with him.”
Christian lets out a long breath, “Fuck. He’d get a big cut of our money and merch. He’d own us if we wanted to wrestle. You said he was a sleazy fuck, but I never thought …”
I remind them, “I did. I never would’ve signed, no matter how drunk I was.” I turn to Logan, “But you didn’t know that. We had to be humiliated yesterday. Ruin the reception. Lose our matches. Look like idiots. No one would touch us. Lou would be reeling. Off-balance. And everything he planned would just go away. This is a once-a-year chance, so we’d all just go back to where we were.”
Logan admits, “Yes. Get through the weekend with no deals and I figured it’d be okay. I didn’t count on your resilience. I never expected Christian and Taylor to lead a rebellion.”
I confirm, “You were … protecting us?” A nod. My whole attitude changes now that I realize his motivation. I ask another question that I think I know the answer to. I say softly, “How long did he get you for?”
“Ten years.”
Oh my god.
Christian gasps, “Wow, I didn’t know. We thought … um, I thought, you know … I mean, you always seemed …. well, I thought you were … um, fuck. I’m sorry, Logan. Fuck Lou.”
The teen sighs, “I couldn’t let it happen to you guys. I actually think you’re all pretty cool.”
I let out a low whistle. I offer, “You could probably break it.”
“I can but I need more than just my freedom. I need revenge. I’m not just going to break my contract. I’m going to break Lou.”
Christian lets out a low whistle, “Wow.”
“My ‘boss’ -” Logan uses finger quotes “- isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. I got a lawyer. I’ve built my case. Lou’s my boss and he’s fucking me with promises of success. I’ve got audio and video where I play the naive teen victim. Lou loves me like that. Makes him feel powerful. I’ll be done with him in a few weeks. I’ll own ETPW. And his fucking house. I’ve documented everything he has. Every account. Every item. I’m going to destroy him so bad that he will never come back.”
“Yikes. Good luck.” Christian asks, “But isn’t this kind of a warped way of protecting us?”
Logan firmly states, “It was the only way.”
Tay snarks, “Other than maybe just telling us?”
“And risk Lou finding out? I didn’t trust any of you not to rat me out. Or tell someone else who might let it slip. When I take Lou down, it needs to be a total shock. Until then, I’m his loyal weapon. You know that I’m the one who got you invited here, right?” We’re all surprised. “Lou’s so toxic that he can’t do anything. I convinced Jefe to invite me, two nobodies and a has-been. Me. I did that. But then Lou decided on the contract trick, and I instantly regretted it. I knew I had to do something.”
I walk up to Logan. He braces for an attack for calling me a has-been. Instead, I hug him. I squeeze tight, “I’m sorry, Logan. If I can help you with Lou in any way, let me know.”
The kid hugs me back then pushes me off, “No. If you guys start treating me differently, he’ll suspect something. He already knows somebody set this up. I’ve managed to convince him that it’s somebody who hates him. Not hard to do because it is. Me. But I’ve successfully deflected the attention at a half-dozen guys who’d want to humiliate him and destroy ETPW.”
Christian asks, “Where does he think you are now?”
“Lou doesn’t think about me at all. That’s the point. He won’t see my revenge coming because in his mind, he broke me. He thinks I’m having fun as his bitch. Lou’s on a high from what you did. He looks like a genius to the uninformed. He’s taking advantage, out scamming on fresh wannabes, claiming all the credit for today. He put me out for the night. Like a dog.”
Tay’s one-track mind kicks in, “If you need to crash, you can stay on top of me. You were right about me being on that big dick in a heartbeat. And I love bad boys.”
Logan quickly nods and licks his lips. I laugh and rub my bulge, “Damn, Tay. I was gonna fuck you tonight once we sorted this out.”
“You still can. I’m sure Logan wouldn’t mind sharing me.”
The teen smirks, “Sharing you? Are you fucking kidding? You two are sharing ME. I’m gonna plow both your daddy asses.”
I laugh, “Deal, future boss.” Logan smirks and stands taller, puffing out his chest. He’s emboldened by how easy it was to flip me. I give him a little more power by apologizing to him, “I’m sorry for thinking you did all this to hurt us.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not that innocent. Not anymore. Lou’s made me hurt better men than you. Besides, it was fun to watch you three get humiliated. Especially you, Reks. I pounded one out to your private match with Jack and Champ.” I’m confused by that. Seeing my face. Logan grins, “I knew where you’d be. I set up a camera. Got it all.”
Suddenly, I notice that Taylor is naked. How’d he strip so fast? Without boots, he’s really short compared to us in ours. I want to follow up on Logan’s secret sex video, but I have to let it go. For now. The short, hairy bottom marches up and grabs Logan and my wrists. He pulls us toward the bedroom, “Okay, guys, time to get busy. Christian, you'll be cool with the refs?”
His tag partner nods, “Yeah.” Christian explains to me and Logan, ‘I’m meeting up with Brooks and Ethan.” I nod, impressed. I think of Tay as the whore of their team, but Christian has game, too. The two refs are sexy ginger muscleboys. “I’ve got a bed until morning. Have fun.”
Alone with the two younger studs. My dick is rock-hard, and I am eager for this three-way. Tay and I get on our knees. We strip Logan and worship his obscenely massive teen cock as he rubs our heads. The kid is diabolical but I’m not gonna lie. It only makes him hotter.
What a fucking weekend.
The 19-year-old takes a slow drink of pop. Logan is a handsome kid. He’s also a tricky bastard. Logan works for Lou, the ETPW promoter. When Jack said that stealing my title wasn’t his idea, it got me thinking. I spoke with Yusuf and Abdi, the owners of the hotel and tag team who stole Tay and Christian’s titles. Wasn’t their idea, either. They’d just been rough fucked by The Rustlers in this very room and were more open to talking than Jack.
Christian picks up what I’m putting down. He shrugs Taylor off and stands up, “You? You’re the one who set us up?”
Tay finally gets it and joins us, standing, “You little prick.”
Logan looks past me at the door. I carefully moved us so he couldn’t escape. He backs up toward the bedroom. I laugh, “Don’t bother. It’s a hotel. That door won’t lock, and the window barely opens. Besides, eventually, you’d need to face us. Might as well be now. Might as well just admit what you did, Logan.” He hesitates. I threaten, “Maybe I go to Lou.”
The teen looks at all three of us and simply says, “Please don’t tell Lou.”
Tay snarls, “Lou is the least of your problems.”
Logan tilts his head and gives him an exhausted look, “Fuck off with the tough guy shit. Reks can pull it off, but everyone knows you’d be on your knees for my big dick in a heartbeat.” He does have a big dick. The biggest in the room. But I’ve got the biggest muscles and backup. He looks at me, “Okay, yeah, I did it. I arranged for you guys to lose your belts like you did.”
Christian is confused, “We were probably gonna lose ours anyway. The Rustlers? C’mon, they’re next level compared to us.”
Logan says, “Yeah, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. You still would’ve had an awesome match, just like you did, and everyone would see how good you are, just like they did. You guys didn’t know what you were capable of until today. Lou and I could see that you two have ‘it’. The personalities and skills to become indie stars.”
Tay says, “Aw thanks.” He pauses and shakes his head, “I don’t get it.”
I do. And if I'm right, it changes everything. I ask a question that I think I know the answer to, “Lou has crooked contracts for us, doesn’t he?” Logan looks away, giving it up. I nod, “He was gonna lock us up after our big matches.”
Logan sighs and looks me in the eye, “No. Not after. That’d be too late. Before your big matches. Before anyone else realized what you three are capable of.”
I think about that. “Before?” A nod. I do the math, “Of course. The reception.” Logan nods again. “We’d be drunk. On a high being surrounded by all the fans and talent. Lou would swoop in with praise and get us to sign without even reading the papers.” Another nod. “We’d impress people. Get offers. Lou would wait 72 hours then remind us, we signed with him.”
Christian lets out a long breath, “Fuck. He’d get a big cut of our money and merch. He’d own us if we wanted to wrestle. You said he was a sleazy fuck, but I never thought …”
I remind them, “I did. I never would’ve signed, no matter how drunk I was.” I turn to Logan, “But you didn’t know that. We had to be humiliated yesterday. Ruin the reception. Lose our matches. Look like idiots. No one would touch us. Lou would be reeling. Off-balance. And everything he planned would just go away. This is a once-a-year chance, so we’d all just go back to where we were.”
Logan admits, “Yes. Get through the weekend with no deals and I figured it’d be okay. I didn’t count on your resilience. I never expected Christian and Taylor to lead a rebellion.”
I confirm, “You were … protecting us?” A nod. My whole attitude changes now that I realize his motivation. I ask another question that I think I know the answer to. I say softly, “How long did he get you for?”
“Ten years.”
Oh my god.
Christian gasps, “Wow, I didn’t know. We thought … um, I thought, you know … I mean, you always seemed …. well, I thought you were … um, fuck. I’m sorry, Logan. Fuck Lou.”
The teen sighs, “I couldn’t let it happen to you guys. I actually think you’re all pretty cool.”
I let out a low whistle. I offer, “You could probably break it.”
“I can but I need more than just my freedom. I need revenge. I’m not just going to break my contract. I’m going to break Lou.”
Christian lets out a low whistle, “Wow.”
“My ‘boss’ -” Logan uses finger quotes “- isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. I got a lawyer. I’ve built my case. Lou’s my boss and he’s fucking me with promises of success. I’ve got audio and video where I play the naive teen victim. Lou loves me like that. Makes him feel powerful. I’ll be done with him in a few weeks. I’ll own ETPW. And his fucking house. I’ve documented everything he has. Every account. Every item. I’m going to destroy him so bad that he will never come back.”
“Yikes. Good luck.” Christian asks, “But isn’t this kind of a warped way of protecting us?”
Logan firmly states, “It was the only way.”
Tay snarks, “Other than maybe just telling us?”
“And risk Lou finding out? I didn’t trust any of you not to rat me out. Or tell someone else who might let it slip. When I take Lou down, it needs to be a total shock. Until then, I’m his loyal weapon. You know that I’m the one who got you invited here, right?” We’re all surprised. “Lou’s so toxic that he can’t do anything. I convinced Jefe to invite me, two nobodies and a has-been. Me. I did that. But then Lou decided on the contract trick, and I instantly regretted it. I knew I had to do something.”
I walk up to Logan. He braces for an attack for calling me a has-been. Instead, I hug him. I squeeze tight, “I’m sorry, Logan. If I can help you with Lou in any way, let me know.”
The kid hugs me back then pushes me off, “No. If you guys start treating me differently, he’ll suspect something. He already knows somebody set this up. I’ve managed to convince him that it’s somebody who hates him. Not hard to do because it is. Me. But I’ve successfully deflected the attention at a half-dozen guys who’d want to humiliate him and destroy ETPW.”
Christian asks, “Where does he think you are now?”
“Lou doesn’t think about me at all. That’s the point. He won’t see my revenge coming because in his mind, he broke me. He thinks I’m having fun as his bitch. Lou’s on a high from what you did. He looks like a genius to the uninformed. He’s taking advantage, out scamming on fresh wannabes, claiming all the credit for today. He put me out for the night. Like a dog.”
Tay’s one-track mind kicks in, “If you need to crash, you can stay on top of me. You were right about me being on that big dick in a heartbeat. And I love bad boys.”
Logan quickly nods and licks his lips. I laugh and rub my bulge, “Damn, Tay. I was gonna fuck you tonight once we sorted this out.”
“You still can. I’m sure Logan wouldn’t mind sharing me.”
The teen smirks, “Sharing you? Are you fucking kidding? You two are sharing ME. I’m gonna plow both your daddy asses.”
I laugh, “Deal, future boss.” Logan smirks and stands taller, puffing out his chest. He’s emboldened by how easy it was to flip me. I give him a little more power by apologizing to him, “I’m sorry for thinking you did all this to hurt us.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not that innocent. Not anymore. Lou’s made me hurt better men than you. Besides, it was fun to watch you three get humiliated. Especially you, Reks. I pounded one out to your private match with Jack and Champ.” I’m confused by that. Seeing my face. Logan grins, “I knew where you’d be. I set up a camera. Got it all.”
Suddenly, I notice that Taylor is naked. How’d he strip so fast? Without boots, he’s really short compared to us in ours. I want to follow up on Logan’s secret sex video, but I have to let it go. For now. The short, hairy bottom marches up and grabs Logan and my wrists. He pulls us toward the bedroom, “Okay, guys, time to get busy. Christian, you'll be cool with the refs?”
His tag partner nods, “Yeah.” Christian explains to me and Logan, ‘I’m meeting up with Brooks and Ethan.” I nod, impressed. I think of Tay as the whore of their team, but Christian has game, too. The two refs are sexy ginger muscleboys. “I’ve got a bed until morning. Have fun.”
Alone with the two younger studs. My dick is rock-hard, and I am eager for this three-way. Tay and I get on our knees. We strip Logan and worship his obscenely massive teen cock as he rubs our heads. The kid is diabolical but I’m not gonna lie. It only makes him hotter.
What a fucking weekend.
THE END.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and holy goddamn, FUCK.
ReplyDeleteI can easily say that this is one of my ALLTIME favorite stories. FUCK. I didn't realize you had such a devious mind. Just when I'd figured things out -- boom - the next twist.
I loved it!!
And I hate you! I've now got to go back and reread CLAW from the beginning and take notes to keep everything straight (but hard).
B&B started this and have a lot to answer for. Just how to punish them.
Thanks! I didn’t know I was devious enough to get this reaction out of you!
DeleteIt might be even worse than you think … you actually need to read Route 69 Bad Boys to get Logan’s story … I think it’s #2 and #5. CLAW doesn’t actually have much to do with this series other than meeting Xander (who is one of my faves).
Oh, Good, Even Better?? I get to hunt out the stories I need.
DeleteBut that's okay because it's worth it! Vinny is also making me do the same thing so I can get his new story in a better perspective. Why couldn't I have an eidetic memory??
What a fucking weekend, indeed. Twists, turns, betrayal... perfect homage to classic 70s and 80s wrestling.
ReplyDeleteAnd dammit now I want a one on two daddy vs son match with Brooks and Ethan. 😈
Thanks! And this is only the first day of wrestling for those lucky fans (although it’s all I’m writing). The refs are hot, so I can see that.
DeleteBrilliant story! I love how everything wraps together. These revenge plots are fun as hell!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I’m glad it felt fun. I had fun writing it. And in my mind, most guys came out better off, except for Lou (and maybe Abdi and Yusuf). Even Jack is likely getting the promotion he wants.
DeleteDefinitely an interesting venture into the 70s & 80s style wrestling plots, but I am very eager to back to the world of The Cave.
ReplyDeleteThat’s the plan. Have two Cave stories started for June.
DeleteChamp is definitely a new favorite haha
ReplyDeleteAwesome! Love that some of these side characters are finding new life.
DeleteThe best part of your writing is the many excellent side characters. I enjoy most of them immensely
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