CLAW 18: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 5 of 5)

 

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

THE ATRIUM. DAY ONE MAIN EVENT.

“AND HIS OPPONENT … STANDING 6’5” … WEIGHING IN AT 220-LBS … THEEE RING OF WRESTLING … WORLD … HEAVYWEIGHT … CHAMPION … AND THEEE NEWLY CROWNED EAST TEXAS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … IT’S THE LEGGGGG - AHHHH - CYYYYYY … JAAAAACK JUSTICE!”

CLAW 17: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 4 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX. 

GRAND BALLROOM. 

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Can’t do it. I’m going back upstairs.”

I sigh. It was a struggle just to get my tag partner and best friend Taylor down here. I’m not letting him flee. I grab his wrist, “Stay here with me. I can’t do this alone.”

Tay whines, “Why are you making me do this? Why are we even here?”

CLAW 16: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 3 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. GRAPEVINE TX.

CHECKING IN AT THE FRONT DESK.

“Enjoy your stay, Mr. Rekert.”

I nod, “Thanks. I hope to.” I pat the gold title belt around my waist, “With any luck, I’ll have two of these when I leave Monday morning.”

I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder. To get to my room, I need to cross the huge center area where the weekend’s wrestling action will take place. I pause and breathe. I’ve been wrestling for 15 years but I still get anxious before a big match. Being the East Texas Pro Wrestling heavyweight champion isn’t a big deal in the wrestling world but it gives me a title to show I’m legit.

Again.

CLAW 15: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 2 of 5)

 

If you read Part 1 (CLAW 14), you can read more about Yusuf & Abdi in Route 69 S104: Dallas TX.

HOLIDAY HOTEL & SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX. 

ROOM 129.

 “Crawl, boy.”

Hi, I’m Taylor. That was an order to me. I obediently reply, “Yes, Sir.”

I crawl into the bedroom of our one-bedroom suite, an upgrade my friend and tag team partner Christian somehow flirted out of the short but muscular front desk clerk. Manipulating hot guys for free stuff is my thing, so I was proud of my buddy for going with it and getting the sexy dude to move us. With any luck, Christian will get to fuck the hunky clerk’s mountainous ass. I pushed him to go for it the whole walk to our room.

CLAW 14: Gay Wrestling Weekend (Pt. 1 of 5)

HOLIDAY HOTEL + SUITES. 

GRAPEVINE TX.

ROOM 129.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“MAINTENANCE!”

I come out of the bedroom to see my friend, tag team partner, and ex-boyfriend opening the door for a tall, hunky mountain of a man. Middle Eastern. Olive skin. Dark hair. Beard, He’s gotta be 6’5”, like 250-lbs with broad, strong shoulders and sculpted, muscular arms. His green work tee with the hotel logo printed over his left pec isn’t just tight. It looks painted on.

My eyes linger on the torso. That tee stretched over his perfect pecs and clinging to his narrow midsection. It leads down to a low-slung leather tool belt over tight, white cotton pants that cling to his chiseled legs. He’s standing casually with his feet spread a little and hands on hips. Posing like a superhero or something. He could definitely pass for one.

Woof.

CLAW 12: Mateo vs. Ryker

CLAW RING. TRAINING SESSION.

“What the fuck, Mateo?”

“What’s your fucking problem now, Ryker? I’m giving you the chance to spar with TV champ. Stop fucking whining and be grateful. You might learn something.”

It actually is a big deal to get to work with any of the champs. Mateo never has time for me, but today, he insisted we spar. That’s when I realized that he’d be pushing me into a fight. Our boss is out of town, so this is the perfect opportunity. Sure enough, he’s been intentionally provoking me. I’ve finally snapped, realizing he wasn’t going to stop escalating this.

CLAW 11: Ryker vs. Xander

PREVIOUSLY IN CLAW … (everything you need to know is recapped in the story, but if you want to read every detail, check out these past stories)

ROUTE 69: BAD BOYS S106 (Ryker’s career destroyed)

THE CAVE: THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERSTAR 10 (Ryker saved)

ROUTE 69: BAD BOYS EPILOGUE (#2/3) (Ryker’s new normal)

CLAW 1 (Ryker rebounds)

CLAW 2 (Xander’s deal)

CLAW ARENA. SUNDAY MORNING.

SLAM! “Ryker. You’re here.”

I open my eyes slowly, reluctantly pulled out of my meditative state as I sit in the lotus position in one of the three practice rings at the recently upgraded Championship League of American Wrestling (CLAW) training facility. I’m in my fresh white spandex trunks over a white thong in white pro boots. I unfold my legs and then pivot on my butt to see who’s here.

“Xander?” This is a surprise but I’m chill. “Hey, dude.”

CLAW 10: Jeff vs. 'Lethal' Lee Evans

Dusty Inn. A Bar and Motel West of Tucson AZ.

“Man, that was rough, Ben.”

Me. Jeff.

CLAW 9: Koke vs. Xander

Ben’s Office at CLAW

“A heel turn?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.”

I try to hide my disappointment, shocked that Ben would do me like this. I’m Mateo, the best face at Championship League of American Wrestling aka CLAW. Or at least I was. I thought I was doing great, but now my character is being changed. Probably to make way for a new face wrestler. Probably Ryker. He’s a loser with a sob story and nice-guy-Ben is falling all over himself to give him a chance to rebuild his failed career. Now at my expense.

CLAW 8: Koke vs. Hollywood

Riot Pro Wrestling. Dublin OH.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely one of Ben’s boys.”

“Ben’s boys? What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

I frown as the veteran pro wrestler and promoter smirks at me. Yeah, he’s right. I know exactly what it means, but I don’t really like it. I’m standing here in a school gymnasium where Riot Pro Wrestling is getting ready for this weekend’s show. I’m here to show what I can do to earn a spot on their roster and the boss starts off with something like that? Makes me wonder if he’s serious about giving me a shot or just looking to play around.

The boss goes by Hollywood. He’s hot as fuck for a guy in his late-30’s, decked out in his practice gear – plain black pro trunks, pads and boots. He’s a handsome white pro wrestler, clocking in around 5’10”/190-lbs of solid muscle. Hollywood is rocking a fake tan and perfect white teeth. He lives up to his name, so fuck him. He’s more of a prettyboy than me.

Hollywood.

CLAW 7: Xander vs. Wyatt

CLAW TRAINING RING

“I wanna do something.”

“Then do what I tell you, Xander.”

CLAW 6: Ryker vs. Hollywood

The Ring at Xenia X-Gym

“Hi, I’m Ryker. Nice to meet you, sir.”

CLAW 5: Hawk vs. Koke

Motel. I Don't Remember the Name. Arlington VA.

Ow. Fuck, I'm tired. What a night. Where am I? Only sound is breathing. Is it mine? No. Well, yes. But not just mine. Three other guys are breathing, too. Oh yeah. Motel. Double bed. Someone beside me. Hm. Ow. My ass. Damn, he's a rough fucker. Not that I didn't like it. And I fucked him rough, too. I hope his hole hurts just as much as mine does.

This motel is cheap, but damn, the rooms are dark. I can't see shit. He's on my right. I roll left. PLOP! Okay. Floor. I stand up and stretch. That feels good. Okay. There's a faint orange glow. Bathroom. The hair dryer attached to the wall. I use it like my guiding star, but I'm no wise man. Not now. Hooking up was not smart. Oh well. I close the door as quietly as I can.

Me.

CLAW 4: Kwame vs. Sean

The CLAW Ring, Arlington VA.

“You're Hawk, right?”

Hawk?

The sweaty pro wrestler stops practicing his ring moves. Damn. He looks good. 6’/200-lbs. Hard, muscular body pumped. Rich, smooth caramel skin shining. Long brown locks flying. All wrapped up in skimpy white trunks, pads and boots. Nice cock outline. I've only seen him on video. He's even better in person. His locks fall in front of his face as he checks me out.

CLAW 3: Koke vs. Max ‘Big Daddy’ Dickens

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CLAW Ring: Practice Time

“Hey, I'm a big fan, Mr. Dickens.”

Ignoring my buddy’s hand, the masculine hunk sneers, “Of course you are. You got the ring all set up? I like the ropes real tight and you amateur crew usually leave 'em too loose.”

Koke looks back at the ring then at me then back at Max. He says, "I'm not crew. I'm a wrestler. Name's Koke."

Max lets out a snort, "A speedo and dreams don't make you a wrestler, kid." The indie pro star flexes his biceps, "Muscles, personality and talent makes you a wrestler. You don't have the first two, so I'm betting you don't have the skills either."

I grab Koke by the shoulder and squeeze before he responds, making sure he stays calm as he's insulted by Max “Big Daddy” Dickens. My name’s Kwame. My buddy and me are pro wrestlers for the Championship League of American Wrestling or CLAW for short. We're new to the game, but we're learning fast thanks to our boss, Ben.

My buddy Koke

CLAW 2: Mateo vs. Xander

"It doesn't bug you?"

Xander doesn't answer me. Instead, the ripped muscleman spins and flexes his right bicep in the mirror on the far wall outside the wrestling ring where we're supposed to be training. Or more accurately, where I'm supposed to be training his untalented, but hot, ass. And the guy is super-hot and huge - 6'5"/260-lbs, tanned and sculpted, decked out in tight white trunks, along with white boots and pads.

Xander's a big guy.

CLAW 1: Ryker vs. Kwame

Locker Room, CLAW Training Facility, Arlington VA

As I stand naked in the locker room, I'm still thinking about last night's CLAW show. I mindlessly pull my practice gear out of my bag as I run through every moment of last night's match against Dante. We nailed it. We hit every one of our spots perfectly. We had the crowd going wild. I'm still high on energy. It's why I had to come to the gym two hours early.

My name is Ryker and I've come a long way to have this feeling again. I was moving up in the pro wrestling world with Hawk, my former best friend and tag partner. It all came crashing down when our greatest opportunity became our greatest nightmare. After being driven out of pro wrestling, my career - hell, my life - was saved by Batman aka Cody, my very own real-life hero. He's amazing and so is his buddy Ben, the owner of the Championship League of American Wrestling. Ben gave me a second chance when no one else would.

Yeah, so Ben took a huge risk on me and I owe him everything. Well, half of everything, since Batman is also owed everything. Lucky for me, they don't want anything from me except for me to succeed. And CLAW has been awesome so far. The guys. The work. Ben's an amazing marketer, so even though we're a small DC-based federation, we get a ton of attention. It's only been a month, but I feel like it's home.

Suddenly, I see a shadow move past me out of the corner of my eye. I'm startled, dropping my jockstrap and turning too fast. I fall against the lockers. BANG! I calm down as I see it's just Kwame. The handsome black man is stripping down, his flawless brown skin and ripped muscles looking incredible. He's laughing, "You okay, Ryker?"

Kwame surprises me
in the locker room