Chapter: 3
Chapter name: Silver Stud Vs Jon Rowdy and...
Ron and Tony are already outside sitting at a table directly from
Rowdy’s wrestling ring. Despite them not wrestling today, they
both are in their wrestling singlets as Jon and Silver Stud
decide to wear their boxers and boots.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, punk.” Jon said as both boys
stepped into the ring. He put on a smug look on his face as he
and Silver Stud started to circle each other. The older boy takes
on the initiative as he tries to psyche out Stud by diving to the
left, then the right, and then directly towards him.
As Jon’s about to spear down his opponent, he rams his head again
st Stud’s chest as the other boy stands his ground. He grabs hold
of Ron from behind, pulling him into the air as he gets him into
position, his head in-between the other boy’s legs, who slams him
down, head-first, against the ground with a thud heard shortly
after.
Silver Stud gets up, gripping a fistful of Jon Rowdy’s brown hair
as he hauls him onto his feet, picking him up as he slams his
spine against his head. He uses one hand to grip his mouth,
and the other to grip his left kneecap as he starts doing squats.
“A surprise? What, you gonna throw the match?” A cocky Stud asks
as he starts to count into double digits while squatting the
older boy.
The sound of someone entering the ring was something Silver Stud
thought he heard, but when he felt someone slam into him from
behind, making him land onto his chest as Jon was on top, he
knew what was happening.
Ron slams his knuckles against Stud’s head, pulling him up
after doing it for a dozen or so times, “Hope you’re ready for
the real match, punk.” He grins as is forcefully turned to look
at what’s behind him, a towering gorilla of a man.
He tries to push Jon away, but the elder boy’s already got him
into a tight full nelson as the man’s voice thunders, “Looks
like you’ll be the feeble jobber I’m working over today.” The
man smirked as he cracked his knuckles.
The man slams his big fist hard into Stud’s abdomen, getting
him to cough as he pounds away. He digs his fists into his
abdomen as the young stud can feel the man’s knuckles graze
roughly against his chest as he lands his knuckles on his pecs.
“Leave him to me,” the man tells Jon, “he’s all mine.”
Jon lets go after a few more rough punches to the pecs as he
goes out of the ring, spectating with the rest of the boys who
were just as surprised as Zevras.
“I’m going to have fun with you.” The man says coldly as he
wraps his bicep around Stud’s face, holding him in a tight
headlock as he walks him around the ring.
The man lets go of the headlock as he grabs Stud from the back
of the head, slamming his head against the turnbuckle as he
turns him around, wrapping his arms around the ropes, “Hope you
like to be punished.” The man snarls as he starts ramming his
knee against his groin, and jabbing his elbow against his
abdominal area. Stud’s vision is slightly blurry as he gets
beaten down.
After a good minute of kneeing, the man grips his head again,
this time slamming him back-first onto the ground. He pulls him
up into a sitting position as Stud feels his left arm get locked
behind his back, and before he knows it, his legs are wrapped
around tightly by the man’s. The man then pulls his head forward,
Stud feeling his back firmly against the man’s knee as his head
is under the man’s large upper arm. The man smirks as his hand
goes in-between his legs, gripping his groin hard as he yanks
it hard from one side to the other.
Silver Stud lets out a pained groan as he tries to pull the
man’s right arm off his head, “Heh,” the man chuckles, “guess
you like heels working you over, bitch.”
The man lets him go after he yanks half a dozen more times,
getting up as he goes over to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs
on top, and looks down onto the young man before he jumps.
Stud lets out a groan as their chests collide on impact, the
man wrapping his right arms around the young man’s mouth as his
other hand grips for his groin once more. The man’s knee is
hard against the young man’s back as he pulls his mouth and
groin hard.
The young man lets out another pained groan as he feels the man
let go of his body, his limbs in aching pain as he feels himself
get pulled up, “I’m not done yet.” The man says as he slams the
stud’s chest against the ground as the man grips his left leg
and has him in a boston crab position.
Stud bites his lip, trying to hold it in as the man reaches
down with one grip and grabs in-between his legs again. Stud
letting out a painful howl as his legs hit the ground with a
thud.
The man stands over him as he goes onto his knees, pushing Stud
so his back is to the ground. The man gets him into another
submission hold as he tightens his grip.
“What are you waiting for, boy?” He looks to Jon, “Get in here
and count to three!”
Jon does as he’s told and gets into the ring, going down as he
slams his palm against the ground, counting as Silver Stud can’t
seem to get the man off him.
“Three.” Jon says as the man places his foot on top of Silver
Stud’s chest victoriously.
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