*Cort* vs *Spencer*

Spencer has been eyeing Cort at the gym for some time. Cort was a wrestler in high school who also boxed. Spencer was a boxer who started to take up wrestling so he could become a shootfighter. Did I forget to say they went to rival high schools and now attend the same college?

Spencer issued the challenge and Cort only accepted because other members of the gym convinced him that Spencer wouldn’t back down until he did. About twenty people circle the ring the two men will battle in. No rounds, no breaks, first submission wins.

Both men lock up and right off the bat Spencer’s tactics are obvious. Grab Cort, bearhug him off his feet and slam him into anything and everything. That way Cort’s boxer blows won’t be as powerful. This works for awhile. Cort’s back gets red and sore from the continual slamming into the turnbuckle. But Cort isn’t a push over. More than a few times after being backed into a corner he’ll push Spencer away and get fist into Spencer’s jaw. Cort finds this is the only way to give himself some breathing room.

This only pisses Spencer off. The match is taking way too long and his friends are starting to change allegiances. He wanted to humiliate Cort the way Cort’s school humiliated his team at the state championship his senior year.

Getting behind Cort, Spencer wraps his big arms Cort’s upper chest and squeezes the young boxer in a reverse bearhug. Spencer walks Cort around the ring as Cort continually struggles as his sides feel like they’re going to cave in. Lifting Cort up, Spencer slams him to the mat and rams a knee into Cort’s butt bone at the same time. The held man gives a surprised exclamation as his spine feels like it has turned to mush.

Spencer puts Cort into a full nelson, slightly lifts his opponent up and then drops down, slamming Cort’s head into the mat. Spencer slowly gets to his knees as Cort remains unmoving. Spencer scoops Cort up and puts him in a sleeper but Cort only slouches as the hold is put on. He’s already out cold but Spencer doesn’t care.

The onlookers yell for him to stop but all Spencer does is continue the hold screaming that he wants to HEAR a submission when none will ever come. Several people jump in the ring and pull the two men apart. Spencer’s plan backfired. Again he’s humiliated and ignored as he furiously vows never to show his face.

*Cole* vs *Kelly*

Cole’s eyes are pressed tightly shut as water begins to form under them. Hey, you’d probably be tearing up as well if it was the first time someone had a ball claw on you.

Kelly expertly grips Cole’s nads as they stand in the center of the room. Cole sinks to one knee as Kelly bends over. Trying an upper cut to Kelly’s protruding underwear doesn’t have any effect. even when it’s done again. Finally Kelly just pushes Cole’s head back against the wall and lets go. As Cole tries to comfort his crotch Kelly leans against the wall and lightly cups his own manhood.

Looking upward with slightly red eyes, Cole looks at Kelly who says, “Don’t give me that look. Didn’t you think no-holds-barred meant just that?”

Cole slowly gets to his feet as Kelly walks over. Gun shy, Cole instinctively covers his crotch and leaves his pecs open for a double claw. Kelly looks directly at Cole’s face while the hurt young man tries to avoid his opponent’s cold stare. His chest flesh begins to burn as the hands roughly move muscle in directions it was never meant to be moved.

Throwing Cole down to the mat, Kelly casually walks over and grabs one of Cole’s legs while placing his foot on the ankle of the other. He spreads the thighs farther and farther apart. Cole uses his hands to cover his crotch, afraid this is the reason for the hold. A few more thrusts and cole has no choice but to use his hands to beat against the mat. Slowly Kelly uses one of his to make a fist and position it directly over the balls. It hovers there as he looks up into Cole’s distressed eyes.

Cole whimpers, “No more, please...”

It must have been at least five seconds before Kelly slowly backed up and threw the held leg to the side. Never taking his eyes off of Cole he rests his back against the wall and says, “Next time you’ll have to say sir.”

*Leonard* vs *Murray*

As Leonard shoves Murray into the tile you could almost hear the phrase, “This shower room isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

Murray decides to get revenge for the defeat his friend just suffered at Murray’s hand. Which is too bad for the blond. Because how much energy do you think he has left in him after a thirty minute match? Obviously not much. After Murray is shoved forward Leonard hits the small of Murray’s back with several closed fists. The wet blond is then thrown into the connecting wall and gut punched. A quick grab to the crotch and Murray knows he’s in big trouble. Leonard follows through with two fists to the face before throwing Murray down to the tile floor. Leonard bends down and puts his forearm under kneeling Murray’s throat and bends him back. Grabbing the shower head, he wraps the metal cord around Murray’s throat and pulls back. Murray gasps and claws at the metal as the water from the shower continues to pulsate downward to the only part of the body which would be distracted by such a thing. Slowly Murray passes out and is allowed to fall into the collected puddle on the floor. Leaving the shower, Leonard yells back, “First me and then my friend. Next time you wrestle someone you better make sure I don’t know’em.”