Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Bashing A Superhero

For a while I wrestled as a superhero type character in private roleplays as well as more public matches. One of the shortest and most humiliating matches I did was for a crowd in San Francisco during a summer I vacationed out there (one more crushing defeat after this one and the superhero would appear never again)

I approached the ring in the small warehouse building, getting a fair cheer from the crowd as I had managed to gain a following in the short time I had been in the area, and despite the constant defeats I suffered (although now I suspect this was the reason for the cheers, they knew they would see me destroyed in the very near future). Decked out in my skimpy hero garb consisting of high cut cerulean bikini trunks (over a white thong) knee high matching boots with white laces and a matching lycra crop top. The top sported a white starburst over my chest, and two were on the back of my trunks on each ass cheek. In contrast I wore a white eye mask with blue slashes on the sides (which matched the white thong I wore under my trunks), in my complete costume I was the Azure Avenger.

I was doomed from the second I got in the ring, I was facing The Wrangler, an admittedly sexy Cowboy heel, but he was vicious and had crushed and emasculated several of my friends in the ring. He wore brown faux suede chaps over black denim bikini brief, wicked pointed black cowboy boots with chrome over the toe. A vest matching his chaps complete with a large cowboy hat and he always came to the ring with his lasso. I vaulted over the ropes and immediately made my first fatal mistake. I turned to the crowd and climbed the second rope, giving a fists on hips pose, and then flexing my biceps for the crowd.

As soon as I lifted my arms I felt two hands on my ankles, I looked down in time to see Wrangler yank my legs back from under me, I fell BANGING my head to the ringpost and it was a complete squash from there on. I crumpled in the corner, my head a chorus of bells, to be dragged up right away by my hair, and dropped back to the mat in a reverse bulldog. My head was a mass of pain and noise now as the crowd roared seeing me savagely slammed on my head twice in quick succession. I felt his huge hands clamp over my face and I could only kick and scramble as he lifted my head up, his fingers digging into my temples as he gripped my face like a basketball. Then SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM bashing my head against the mat.

I was dragged up to my feet again, wobbly now, and I moved to look back as Wrangler ran behind me-WHAM!! his muscled arm bashed into the back of my head in a back clothesline, I crashed to the canvas face first, and again SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAM my face bashed into the canvas this time. 50 seconds into the match and I'm already nearly unconscious.

Wrangler reached down, grabbing my hair once again, and this time he went to grip my trunks, but his hand slipped and he pulled me up by my thong, wedging it high up my ass, exposing it above my trunks for everybody to see resting high above my hips. Out on my feet, led around like a puppet he lifts me up CRACKING my back over his knee and holds me there groaning, my bulge arched up right in his face, visibly starting to shift and stir in my layered ring gear. He ran his hand over my bulge, squeezing gently with a wink to the crowd , then he pulls me up so I'm sitting on his knee, and SLAMS me back to the mat jamming the heel of his palm up against my chin. My head snaps back and I collapse to the mat only to get scooped up again.

This time I'm gutbashed over his knee, knocking all the wind out of me and I hang there limp over his knee not even attempting to get off of his leg. Wrangler pulls my bright blue trunks off of me, baring my thonged ass to the crowd much to their pleasure. He bounces his knee making my limp body jerk and wriggle and he calls out "Woo! We got a live one!" and snaps his fingers against one bubble ass cheek, then the other, going back and forth until he's all out spanking me until I come around and scream when his ham-sized hand SMACKS my ass leaving a bright cherry red hand print spread across both cheeks.

Pictures flashed as he dragged me across the ring by my hair, me scrambling, crawling after him, both hands pitifully trying to rub my stinging ass as we went. He dragged me into the corner, so I was facing the crowd through the ring ropes, he grabbed both my arms pulling them back, and pressed that pointed chrome toe against my crack, teasing my hole through the thin wedgied thong as he CRANKED my arms in this modified surfboard. "Your arms hurt boy!" he yelled for the crowd to hear, yanking my arms even harder. Finally I groaned out "Yes" immediately his foot sharply kicked against my ass crack "Louder boy I don't think they heard in the back!" "YES!" I answered.

My cock steadily grew in my thong as he continued playing his toe against my barely covered ass. I could hear him laugh "Your back hurt boy?!" he yelled again, jerking my arms left and right. "FUCK YOU!" I shouted back. Unknowingly this set me up for a new finisher he had thought up and decided to test out the first chance he got in the ring. He looked at the crowd with wide eyes "I don't think I broke this one yet!" Most of the crowd started cheering thinking they were about to see something spectacular. Wrangler pressed his boot to my back, forcing my body flat to the mat, and stomped the heel of his boot to my balls that were threatening to peek out of the skimpy thong, my bulge now a full waving white flag. He pinned me to the mat by my pouch and his grip on my wrists.

I thrashed and scrambled against the mat, useless to get free as he just kept his weight pressed against my sensitive sac. "First you gotta geld the wild ones, then you put em down!!" he sounded psychotic, and the pain from my groin stopped as he moved his boot from my crotch to the back of my head, he lifted up on my arms, my head tight against the sole of his boot and he KICKED! bashing my head against the ringpost, putting me out cold.

For final humiliation he dragged me out to the middle of the ring, taking his lasso with him, he hogtied me tightly, fishing my cock out of my thong letting it stand free at throbbing attention. He brandished something out of his boot flashing it to the crowd. I learned later it was his famous branding iron, a chrome dildo with the base engraved with his insignia a w spelled in a length of rope. He turned on the vibrating dildo and pulling my thong aside he pressed the branding iron inside me. Taking the length of rope left after tying me he strung it around each ring post before finally leaving the ring, he tugged the rope slowly lifting me up, suspending me in the middle of the ring until I was level with the top rope. Giving the crowd a full view of this superhero stripped out cold as the vibrator brought me to cum soaking the mat under me in my loser load. I was unconscious and plugged with Wrangler's branding iron as the crowd all left, watching me as my out cold limp hogtied form was brought to orgasm after orgasm. Finally one of my fellow jobbers took pity and cut me down when it was apparent my body was milked dry and still quivering as I was having dry orgasms and helpless to stop it.

For his help, the other jobber (Another muscular bitchboy who wrestled as The Spangled Grappler, a patriotic punching bag who always wrestled in some variation of U.S. flag theme gear) was choked out with the Wrangler's lasso and we were both dragged out to the lockers by his evil rope.


Saturday, September 10, 2011

Defeated Duo Final

Writhing in the full nelson all I managed to do was make Brimstone's cock that much harder against my ass.  He thrust his hips against me "You pretty jobbers always know what I like" he laughed menacingly in my ear and started walking me over to Rob who I could see was beginning to come around.  Fyre was standing to the side teasing Rob's exposed cockhead with his thumb and grinning as Rob came to and started to moan pathetically, trapped in the corner and helpless to resist anything Fyre did to him.  Brimstone stopped a few inches in front of Rob, putting our faces about an inch apart.  "Well go ahead, kiss your boyfriend" Fyre sneered as me and Rob locked eyes both showing the same look of a deer caught in an 18 wheeler's headlights.

Rob blew his hair out of his eyes " I'm no fag you sick bastard!" he shouted.  Fyre palmed Rob's twitching basket "Could have fooled me a sissy"  Brimstone roughly moved me closer to Rob "I think you two lovebirds should do what you're told." I could feel his cock pulsing against my back and I bit my lip dreading the fact that my cock was hard and savagely throbbing in my skimpy trunks.  Fyre motioned Brimstone to move back and he stepped in front of me, "You sure you don't want to give him a little kiss?" Fyre asked looking over his shoulder.  Rob was silent and just glared at Fyre.  He shrugged "Suit yourself" and BASHED his knee into my swollen basket.  I screamed and my body bucked forward but I was quickly jerked back up caught tight and helpless in the full nelson.  My legs felt like noodles and I could feel nausea rise up as the pain spread from my groin into my gut.  "I guess I will have to just occupy myself some other way, had my hopes up to see a little lip action and I get cranky when I don't get what I want."  Fyre said, the regret in his voice almost sounded genuine.  He turned facing Rob "You sure you won't change your mind?" he asked as his hand swung back SLAPPING my balls and getting another pained scream out of me.  My cock was starting to leak precum forced out by the savage hits my balls were taking.

Rob saw my face twisted in pain as Brimstone kept me upright and I could hear uncertainty in his voice as he said again "No, we're not making out just to get your rocks off you sick fuck!" Fyre looked shocked as he slapped my balls again, "I didn't say make out, did you say anything about making out Stone?" Brimstone just shook his head, Fyre looked back at Rob "Yeah, nobody said making out, just a simple-SLAP!-little-SLAP!-kiss-SLAP!" punctuating each word with a swift palm to my bulge.  My eyes were starting to water at this point and I was practically dead weight hanging in Brimstone's arms.  Fyre shrugged keeping this torture going "But I guess that's too much to ask for" and he dropped to one knee and shooting a quick jab to my basket.  I nearly blacked out sobbing "Please! Fuck please stop!" Fyre grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye "It's all your little boyfriend's fault, he's too shy to smooch in public."


Rob thrashed against the ties binding him to the ropes "Asshole! Leave him alone!" he yelled out.  Fyre suddenly turned "Oh we've got a white knight!" Brimstone released the nelson and I dropped to the mat in a heap. Fyre dragged me up to Rob by my hair keeping a firm grip in my hair with one hand he gripped my balls with the other, tightening just enough to make the threat clear.  He licked a long line along my neck and whispered "Do you want me to stop?" Tears flowing at this point I whispered "Yes"  Fyre smiled at Rob, then whispered to me again "You want your boyfriend here to give you a kiss?"  I sobbed at this humiliation and finally whimpered a weak "Yes" when he tightened his grip on my balls.  Rob's eyes were wide and scared as Fyre looked back at him "Well?" I couldn't even look Rob in the eye, ashamed at the horny sobbing mess they had turned me into.

Rob hesitated to answer, so Fyre sighed "Have it your way then." I felt his grip start to tighten "No! No Please!" My eyes squeezed shut preparing for more ball torture when finally Rob shouted "ALRIGHT!" I was practically hyperventilating caught in Fyre's grip on my hair and bulge when he stopped and looked at Rob "Finally, progress!"  Fyre snatched my hair putting my face inches from Rob's again "Give him a kiss, tell him it's all gonna be okay prettyboy." My whole body was shaking as Rob shifted in the corner as best he could saying to me "It's gonna be okay, it'll be over soon"  reassuring himself as much as he was me.  Then he tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a thrill go through me when our lips met for that brief second. Rob pulled back, our eyes locked when suddenly a charged bolt of pain shot through my body and my legs crumpled under me.  Brimstone stood behind me poised to take another full force football kick at my crotch.  Fyre was shaking his head "That was all I wanted at first, but then you made me argue with you and called me names, so I think I need to see a little more than that...." He reached between my legs pulling me up to shaky feet by my wrecked bulge.  He waited as we stood there locked eyes again, I heard Fyre huff and his grip on my balls tighten "I don't think I have to tell you this continues unless you-" He stopped talking seeing that Rob got the point and was kissing me like a starving lover.  Fyre and Brimstone laughed "look at these two pussybois, show us some tongue huh?" People yelled from the crowd, and I felt his tongue slide against mine.  I was so far beyond my endurance level in every way I just released, my body melted against Rob's and I couldn't hold a moan back as the kiss got more heated.  I felt my legs give out and I dropped to my knees, my head grabbed and shoved into Rob's large bulge, I noticed more of his cock had found its way out of his trunks.  I heard Brimstone growl behind me "Start sucking for your life bitch!"

I opened my mouth and started to suck on Rob's ample meat through the thin bikini trunks, and I felt the heat coming from him and felt it surge against my face.   Rob's head was thrown back and I just heard him groaning "Fuck" over and over.  I felt Brimstone's massive arms wrap around my head and throat squeezing and heard him whisper "Didn't think you'd actually do it, guess we're all learning about you 2 tonight huh?"  My body was beyond wrecked and it didn't take long for me to go under.  The last thing I saw was Fyre pulling down Rob's trunks before I was dropped to the mat out cold.  Fyre dragged Rob over to my crumpled body and gave him a swift gutshot, followed by a killing DDT that put Rob out for the third time this match.  They then stripped my trunks too and rolled Rob's naked body on top of mine in a 69 position stuffing our cocks in each others' mouth. Fyre and Brimstone both put a foot on Rob's ass for the three count and as an added bonus, the two outcold jobbers shot their loser loads.  The final snapshot of the match showing the two dominant heels flexing above us, and me and Rob out cold drooling cum as we were counted out.




Rob and I were kept on with the company, and traveled around to the different shows sometimes in solo matches but we were carded as a tag team most of the time.  We kept our straight public life and the erotic wrestling life separate for the most part. Because, it's not gay if it happens in the ring...at least that's what we tell ourselves.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Defeated Duo Part 2

Rob and I stepped out onto the ramp and we froze looking at the crowd.  Some were your typical American wrestling fan who looked like they came to see a few good matches and go home to the wife and kids but especially in the closest seats were more...unique people.  I saw guys in just skimpy speedo trunks and underwear and some decked out in pretty mean looking leather harnesses and outfits and all of them were jeering and booing us as we made our way to the ring.

I looked over at Rob and I could tell he was shocked too, starting to get a clearer idea that something was definitely wrong here we walked up to the ring shyly waving at the crowd, a far cry from the cocky entrance we had planned.  Both of us had the same problem with the trunks, immediately creeping up in a high wedgie exposing our butts to the crowd.  Rob was worse off his ass showing a bright tanline even more visible as our bodies were oiled under the harsh arena spotlights.

We slid under the ropes giving a high five and bumping shoulders as we assured each other the fans were just really intense and into the show.  We stood in the corner, deciding I would be first in.  Rob gave me a quick shoulder rub and clapped my back as we waited for the fed champs to show up.  Suddenly all the ring lights went out, replaced by a flood of blacklights and the announcer's voice growled over the loudspeaker, "And presenting, the reigning tag team champions,  DUAL DEMONS!"

Rob and I stood there looking around and seeing nobody enter from the opposite side of the arena, the crowd even went silent.  Then suddenly I heard a grunt behind me and as I turned hands grabbed my hair and trunks running me across the ring and BAM! my head banged into the corner post and I saw white flashes, my body slumped in the corner my head resting on the second turnbuckle dazed.  I backed away from the corner one hand holding my head and then that same mystery hand YANKED my head back and my face was crammed into an armpit before I could even react, before my vision was blocked by the armpit and squeezed under the massive arm I caught a glimpse of facepaint glowing in the blacklights that made their tagteam stage name a perfect fit.  It looked like I was fighting a glow in the dark version of Darth Maul.

My head squeezed in the dragon sleeper I couldn't see anything but I knew the crowd was going nuts.  I punched at the arm keeping my head crushed tight and could feel the rippling muscles that had me secure.  The bicep FLEXED crushing my skull and I got frantic, this was really hurting and I started to thrash and punch wildly hitting his arm and ribs frantically hoping he would understand he was going beyond the usual amount of staged pressure.  I heard the maniac laugh and finally my head was released and I saw that the regular ring lights had been turned on, taking down the creep factor of the face paint, but not making these two any less dangerous.  As I got dragged up to my feet by the wrestler with black facepaint (one was in black, the other in red I later learned Red was Fyre and Black was Brimstone) I took a groggy stumbling step before BAM I was clotheslined to the mat laid out spread eagle and completely dazed and out of my head.  I heard a thump and looked to my left, taking me a minute to understand that Rob had been dumped into the ring next to me and it looked like he'd been knocked out cold.

I looked wide eyed at Rob's out cold body as he was dragged up to a seating position by the beast in red and the one in black gave his face the mother of all bitchslaps, bringing him around with a low groan.  "Aw look, big balls is already crying" Brimstone sneered and SLAMMED his boot into Rob's huge package.  I felt myself cringe seeing the impact up close.  Rob screamed in a pitch about 3 octaves higher than any grown man should ever hit.  He feel to his side curling in a ball sobbing as he held his pained package.

I shook my head and started crawling towards the ropes "What the fuck? What the fuck man?!?"  just as I almost got out of the ropes Brimstone grabbed my skimpy trunks turning them into a thong as he pulled me back into the ring and lifted me up in a TIGHT bearhug crushing me against his abs he jerked me back and forth, up and down my whole body thrashing limply like a rag doll as he kept swinging me around.  I was totally unable to get any kind of steady balance my, my arms flailing around with every violent jerk and squeeze of his massive arms.

The constant friction and violent jerking all over sent a slight chill through me, and I could feel my cock getting hard and I knew the minute Brimstone felt it because he locked those creepy blacked out eyes with mine and he called back "We got a winner!" and the crowd went crazy.  I started to struggle and kick at him trying to break free but I could have been a gnat for all he seemed to react to my punches.  He set me to my feet and then a meaty punch slams to my throat and I fall back, my back slams over Fyre's knee, who immediately slapped his hand over my throat keeping me suspended in the OTK backbreaker.  My sudden hardon pulsing in my trunks for all the crowd to see.

My dick refused to go down no matter what, actually getting harder as Fyre kept torquing my back over his knee keeping me pained and helpless for the crowd to admire.  Then I felt Brimstone's press lightly against my package and start to stroke back and forth lightly.  I couldn't hold back the moan that was building, my cock now visibly throbbing in the skimpy blue wedgied bikini, the head of my rockhard cock battling that bright white star, about to turn it into a shooting comet.  My body kept quivering out of control as Brimstone kept teasing me with the sole of his wrestling boot.  Suddenly I remembered Rob and I writhed on Fyre's knee trying to look for him and get out of this horny tortured screwed up version of a wrestling match.  Fyre SLAMMED an elbow into my abs and pressed me back over his knee "Sit still bitchboy your boyfriend's fine."  My legs quivered as Brimstone's boot pressed into me a little harder "What kind of sick fuckin match is this!" Fyre just grinned at me "You didn't read the ad did you?" and started laughing when my eyes got wide.  I jerked my head back and saw Rob tied in the ropes by his own wristtape, his head was slumped down and his cock was rockhard and peeking above his trunks, nothing else moved.

Fyre jerked me up to my feet and shoved me to Brimstone, who slapped me hard enough I turned fully around, and locked in a full nelson.  His taller and much bigger frame caused me to lift up my boots not even touching the mat fully suspended in his full nelson. Fyre slid up in front of me and gripped my fast swelling pouch as something inside me had flipped over.  I was turned on and I didn't care that it was 3 other guys in the ring with me.  This domination and abuse from these 2 had me in a place like I had never been in before.  I had never considered wrestling even slightly erotic but this was...a different planet completely.  Fyre started stroking my cock through my trunks making it even harder to breathe as Brimstone tightened the full nelson.  Brimstone put his lips to my ear, his hot breath against my neck and Fyre stroking me was going to be too much....I moaned as Brimstone started to talk and he sharply bit my neck "As I said, it's where the MEN wrestle boy!"  Brimstone shifted his weight swinging me in the full nelson and I could feel he was hard too, almost bursting out of the long black tights he wore.

Fyre backed away from me letting the crowd see his hand working my iron rod bulge now and another cheer came from the crowd and I could see a bunch of the guys palming their own baskets.  Suddenly fear and lust started to battle out.  I started to whimper in the full nelson partly because I was starting to succumb and my body was going limp and because I didn't want to imagine what would happen here if me and Rob were both knocked out...

Defeated Duo Part 1

So I'd like to just start this out with an introduction.  My name is Jacob, no last name for you to worry about, just Jacob for now.  I'm a professional wrestler, scratch that, I'm a professional punching bag that at one time had dreams of being a professional wrestler.  I won't go into all the details of how I got myself into this position but suffice it to say that the world wasn't as nice as I had dreamed it would be after high school.  I answered a few ads from different wrestling feds looking for "local talent" as filler during a show and I was hooked.  It wasn't making me rich by any means but it sure was nice to have food in the fridge and the lights on all month.  The actual matches I was featured in usually took less time than filling out all the legal paperwork; so all in all, a pretty sweet deal.

Sure, I was a 19 yr old no name and got my ass handed to me but nobody I knew ever saw me and it wasn't all that demanding.  Flop around in mock pain and take a few "finishers" from one of their stars and I went home with rent paid and a little money to play with besides.  However all good things must come to an end and one day I answered an ad for wrestlers no experience necessary interested in Ero-League, "Where the MEN wrestle" the online ad said.  As soon as I saw "$750 base w/ contract opportuinites" I stopped reading anything else and called the number like an idiot.

After assuring the man on the line that I had experience with pro wrestling and all the medical release business I couldn't wait to show up to the venue, determined that I was going to show this company that I was the real deal.  I had ambition, and heart and more star potential then their fans could handle. I showed up in plain clothes most of my ring gear collection in a duffel bag and a shit eating grin flashing my freshly whitened teeth like a bright neon sign blasting "Fresh Meat".  I got to the registration counter, a little puzzled that there were only 4 other people there waiting and the man behind the counter gave me a strange look when I walked up with my bag.  After business was out of the way I was ready for the fun.  I was told to head to the locker rooms and given my key to number 117.     

I went into the locker room and didn't really take much notice to the other guys in the room changing and talking, which would have given me more warning to what I had signed up to do tonight.  My excitement at getting a contract was making me completely stupid and I was ignoring everything my trainer had told me about what to look out for when trying out for different companies (unless of course, you found something you were into).  I got to my locker, my heart racing and barely able to keep hold of my key as I opened the door. Looking inside I saw why my bag was getting funny looks in the front room, my locker had gear already set out for me.  Which wasn't anything new I had gone in for several companies that had gear chosen for me so I just tossed my bag in and began to change.

Starting to notice a lot of the guys walking through the locker room in and out of the shower stalls and I could feel eyes on me almost the whole time I was stripping down.  First time I had ever felt uncomfortable in a locker room before.  Being into professional wrestling since my voice started cracking I had been around plenty of gay athletes so I knew that wasn't the issue but I felt...targeted or maybe vulnerable is a better word.  Whatever it was I didn't like it and just wanted to finish changing and not draw a bunch of attention to myself.  I pulled on the trunks that were left for me, not realizing how small and high cut they were folded up in the locker.  They were electric blue bikini style hardly covering my ass and the front pretty much covered nothing but my package.  Two yellow lightning bolts decorated the waist striking down toward my crotch, which boasted a stark white star on my bulge.  I quickly adjusted myself in the tight trunks "Well they sure aren't subtle around here" I said to myself and then heard somebody laugh behind me. 

I started to make my way out of the locker room intent on looking around the building as I had never been to this place before and it was actually a nice location for a small time fed like this one.  As I was exiting the locker room a short really thin guy with washed out blonde hair holding a clipboard approaches me "You're Jacob right?" I nodded, "Please come with me" and he turned on his heel and started walking without another word.  I stared after him for a minute, then finally started to follow, taking a moment to pick out the wedgie that was forming in my already revealing trunks.  As we walked down a hallway I saw another guy following a similar looking redhead, also with a clipboard enter a doorway.  He was wearing the polar opposite of my trunks, same yellow lightning bolts, but his trunks were white with a blue star that perfectly contrasted my own.  The short man led me to the same doorway saying "Mr. Tripp will be with you soon"  he gave me a quick smile and left me on my own in the doorway.

"Well okay..." I said to myself and stepped into the surprisingly plush office.  The other guy I had seen in the contrasting trunks was sitting on one of the overstuffed beige couches, his legs wide and I couldn't help but notice the huge mound between his legs.  Now I have never had any complaints about my own endowment and even been envied by plenty of guys, but the man sitting in front of me looked like he was carrying an avocado or two in his trunks and was accentuated by that bright blue star stretched over his ample package.  I managed to quickly shake my head and cover up my momentary hypnosis and looked the rest of him over.  He looked to be around my height, a little darker complexion, slightly slanted green eyes and wavy jet black hair, his exotic look another image contrast to my All-American blonde/blue combo.

He leaned forward a little bit, gesturing at the office "You have any clue what this is about?" I shrugged, in the back of my mind trying to place his accent, "Don't know what's up now, I just came here to get a check you know?"  He laughed a little and nodded he stood up and offered his hand "I'm Rob" just after I introduced myself as we shook hands, a brick wall of a man decked out in a 3 piece navy blue suit came in the room.  Laughing as he entered he gestured at two chairs in front of his desk "Please no need to stand on my account, have a seat."  He had a thick southern accent, I guessed from Mississippi or Alabama.  I locked eyes with
Rob and we both slowly sat in the offered chairs.

Mr. Tripp shook hands with us both and looked over a sheet of paper on his desk then looked at us both, licking his lips in a way I'm not sure I liked.  "We're going to do something just a little different with you two at the event tonight.  We're going to send you out as a tag team.  I've got a pair of boys that has been taking the crowd by storm and this is the perfect time to boost their image a bit more.  Now looking over you two, you have similar build and athletic background so we decided we would pair you two up for this number, so what do you say?"  Rob and I looked at each other for a second, Rob looked back at Mr. Tripp "Well that's fine with me but..." Tripp interrupted "Oh don't worry about the little details, I've heard plenty about you two through the grapevine, you're good workers and you both clearly know your way around the ring, so you surely aren't worried about a little tag match are you?"  I shook my head "No, not worried but we only just met tonight and it doesn't-" he interrupted again dismissing my comment "Oh blah, my boys will take good care of you and you'll each get plenty of ring time I assure you, and you boys make a good show and we might just keep you around for awhile"  He winked at us with that and stood shaking our hands "I enjoyed this chat boys and have a good show tonight, we've got a couple hours before the crowd shows up so feel free to look around the facility and make yourself comfortable."  He walked out flashing us a 1000 watt smile and we were alone again in the office.

We sat there in silence for a while and then Rob turned to me "Does anything about this seem weird to you at all?"  I looked at him shaking my head "No, I used to go in with a buddy when they wanted a tag team every now and then."  Rob scratched his head "Exactly, somebody you knew, this is the first I've been paired up with a stranger like this"  I shrugged, "Who cares anyway, it's not like we have any trademark moves to train, and you heard him we might even get a contract signed!"  my pupils could have been huge stars my head was so far in the clouds.  Lost in visions of finally being a real pro wrestler.

Later that night after exploring the arena and getting a feel for the place, we were in the wings waiting to hear our names called (Starstruck was the name of our tag team, not the coolest in the world, but what can you do) we were stretching and getting ourselves warmed up as we waited, the noises of the people in the seats was getting me excited, that and I couldn't help but eyeing Rob's massive bulge as it swayed and twitched with his every movement, which confused me to no end.  I had never had any kind of thoughts about a guy like this but ever since this odd night started I could feel something different, and now I found myself wondering what Rob's bulge would feel like in my hand.  Rob started bouncing on his toes, that packet bouncing in time and slapping against his thighs, I had to turn my head.  Rolling my neck shoulders to play off my sudden movement.  What the hell was wrong with me?  Finally I hear a voice on loudspeakers "We have a couple of local boys saying they can take down our reigning champs! What do you say to that gents?"  a resounding boo shot through the arena.  "Well we should at least see what they have to offer eh? in the blue and white we have STAAARSTRUCK!"  Rob and I parted the thick curtain and stepped out onto the short ramp that led to the ring and we froze...