Apologies for the delay in posting this chapter. The holidays got in the way of my writing. I hope you all enjoy!
The following is fiction. It contains themes that some might find disturbing. Please check the tags and read at your own discretion. All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 3 - Breaking In
Hello again dear reader. Sorry for leaving you hanging there but I knew you'd need some time to recover. We're going to pick up right where we left off so buckle up. Or maybe buckle off, actually.
The beating of the drum announcing Alpha God's entrance reverberated through the Ring with such ferocity and power that for a moment I mistook it for the beating of my own heart. Underneath the rumble I could hear the announcer was losing his mind. Either he had no idea this stunt was coming or he was an even better actor than I thought. Not that either mattered to me in the moment.
The door finished its slow open and through the haze I could see the hulking form of Alpha God backlit by stage lights. His body was in shadow as he sauntered out but believe me, I could still see every muscle. His thick neck framed with thicker traps, his lats that arched a Roman temple, his biceps round and firm as boulders. Reader, he was even bigger than a screen could show. He was marching right towards me, and he was taking his time.
Even with the adrenaline still coursing through me I still had to fight the urge to step back, fuck it, to run away with my tail between my legs. This was deeper than rationality, deeper than instinct, this was the prey drive clocking into overdrive in the face of an apex predator. My hackles were up and I cast a glance to Hillbilly, as if he were going to pull something right now. He'd only just managed to get himself sitting up in the corner with his own terrified gaze cast towards the door. His hands scrambled for the ropes but before he could pull himself out of the ring Alpha's voice came crashing down on us from the speakers above.
"Neither of you bitches is going anywhere till I've had a word with you!"
Oh, great, he just wants to talk. Nothing wrong with that.
Despite myself, and I suspect despite himself as well, neither I nor Hillbilly made a move. I stood in the center of the ring, naked from calf to dick to forehead, dripping in sweat and blood from where Hillbilly had ripped my forehead open with his teeth, don't think I forgot about that. For his part Hillbilly was caught halfway in motion, he hands gripping the middle ropes of the Ring, keeping himself seated but with his ass raised off the mat to hold off all the soreness from the hell I'd just put it through.
Our eyes met and... reader this is going to be hard to describe. It was a moment of kinship, but the kind you can only get in the Ring or environments like it. It was the clear and certain knowledge that he would throw me to the wolves as quickly as I would him if it saved either of our skins.
Alpha finished his long entrance with first one step up to the apron and then one step over the top ropes into the ring. He pushed down with such force that I was afraid the whole thing would collapse. He'd changed since he finished his... 'match' with Gym. He was barefoot, with massive feet that could crush a man's skull with one step. All he wore was a pair of grey sweatpants, his abs rising above them like a fur forested mountain range crowned with two Denali sized pecs (I'd've said Everest but I'm a patriotic kind of guy). This close I could even smell the cologne he'd sprayed on to cover the smell of his sweat.
He sneered down at me, like some stray dog he wasn't sure if he wanted to kick yet. I am a big man, hell I'm probably bigger than you are, but when I stood in his shadow with the spot lights only glowing around the edges of him, reader I was amoebic. He looked me over and I could feel every part of me he examined like the burn of a flame. My sweat drench pecs and abs, my face in its red mask, my limp dick, I definitely saw his eyes lingering there. After an eternity of his hands off examination he turned to Hillbilly, squatting low so he could look him in the eyes. When Hillbilly looked away Alpha grabbed him by his cheeks and turned his face towards his. The hitch in Hillbilly's breathing sent shivers up and down my spine. I could see Alpha's knuckles tense as his grip dug into Hillbilly's skin but to the hick's credit, he only let out a small gasp of pain. That seemed to satisfy Alpha. He let Hillbilly go and rose back to his full height.
Still silent, he sauntered across the Ring to rest against the corner opposite of Hillbilly, surveying the both of us for a moment before lifting his microphone to his lips.
"Well, well, well. You gave us all quite a show, rookies." He finally said. "Gotta say, when I saw you two walk into the Ring I was thinking to myself 'Damn, Management must think we're running low on bottom bitches!' I mean shit, I didn't even think you'd know where to put your dicks! But look at you two!"
He let out a single, harsh, laugh as he turned to Hillbilly. "You've definitely done this before. I don't think I've ever seen a guy take to fuck-fighting so naturally." I saw Hillbilly's Adam's apple bob as he fought to hold Alpha's gaze. And then he turned to me. "And you! Varsity! Damn! Who'd'a thought those muscles were good for something other than jacking off? Redneck over there might have experience but you..." He started walking towards me. "You've got talent."
He loomed over me, close enough that I could smell the scent of his dry sweat overpowering his cologne and the liquor that lingered on his breath as he said to me, "And don't you lie to me," his voice a rough whisper, "you liked it. In fact, I bet you want to do it again."
My blood was still coursing through me full of adrenaline, simultaneously hot and cold from this display. I wanted to kill this man, I wanted to beg him for freedom, I wanted to be him, and yes reader, because I know you were about to ask, I wanted to fuck him. I did not want to be here, but I couldn't leave. At the time I convinced myself it was only for fear of the prison sentence hanging over my head.
Now let me digress for a quick bit of cooking talk. Take one 21 year old man (heavily salted with homo), marinate him in toxic masculinity, cut off his family, his friends (leave one for garnish!), and his freedom, toss him in intensive combat training for a month, sprinkle on some horrors no one should ever witness, and bake him in a ring with a horned up hick and what do you get?
You get an idiot who says, "Get to the point." directly in the face of 280 pounds of pure unadulterated violence.
Alpha cocked his head and laughed a dark, deep, rumbling laugh that I could feel in my sternum. "You got balls, I'll give you that." And like lightning he drew back his hand and slapped me hard across the face. So hard I could barely hear him talking over the ringing in my ears. With a shove he tossed me on top of Hillbilly and the two of us ended up sprawled on the mat in a heap.
Alpha looked down at us and said, "Don't disrespect your superiors. Understood?" When I didn't respond quickly enough he shoved me off Hillbilly with a swift kick, not hard enough to even bruise but with plenty enough force to get his point across. "Understood?" He shouted down at me.
I let out a groaning "yuh." as I tried to chase away the stars in my eyes.
"Good. Get up, both of you bitches."
We complied, better that than being hoisted like a freshly caught fish.
"Now, for my point," he practically spat the word in my face, "I've got an offer for you two. Who're your trainers?"
He looked to me first and after a beat I said, "Rodeo." Hillbilly followed up with, "Major Mauler." Don't worry, we'll get to him eventually.
"Hah." Alpha sneered. "I've fucked'em both plenty of times. Think ol' Roddy might have taught your friend some of his tricks." He said with a wink to me. My fists clenched so tightly I might have drawn blood. God what I wouldn't have given to drive that fist into his jaw as many times as it took to leave him toothless. Alpha saw my rage and it only served to feed his ego even further. He could cut me to my core without even touching me.
"You're not going anywhere with those cumdumps. Not unless you want to learn how much pounding a prostate can take in one lifetime. You could go farther than either of them could ever dream, but only if you join me. Take a place beneath my Throne and I'll make gods out of the both of you."
Now, reader, there's a lot of context that your missing for what this offer means, and that's ok. I was missing that context as well, at the time. Lucky for both of us, Hillbilly had a sharp mind even back then.
"What's the catch?" He asked. Alpha fixed him with a glare and Hillbilly's shoulders hunched down. "Sir." He added quickly. Alpha smiled.
"No catch, just an agreement. I'll train you, I'll get you matches worth a damn, and in exchange I get a quarter of your earnings."
"Wh-" Both of us were ready to let loose but then he folded his arms across his chest and both of us went quiet.
"You want excellence? You gotta pay for it."
I cast a glance to Hillbilly and him to me. Neither of us knew shit about the Ring at this point, certainly not enough to tell if this was a good deal or not. $1,000,000 was already a daunting enough prospect, the thought of chipping away at it even slower just for the chance to pay this asshole wasn't exactly enticing.
"Tick-tock." Alpha said. "Doors are closed till I say so, neither of you are leaving before I get an answer."
Not that I don't already have an express ticket to Hell, but if anything secured my place there it's the fact that I was honest to god considering the deal. Not even an hour ago I had watched this motherfucker utterly defile my best friend and I was about to make a deal with him.
Our long silence only angered Alpha further. He shouted down on both of us, "You motherfuckers have a choice to make. Do you want to be somebody in this ring? Do you want to be respected? Feared? Or do you just want to be a walking, talking fuckhole like Varsity's bitch-boy?"
"Go fuck yourself!" I shouted back before I could think better of it.
"Fuck myself? Nah, man, you've got it wrong. It was your muscle slut pal I was fucking. And there wasn't shit he could do to stop me. You want to be like him? Or you want to be like me?" He spread his arms wide, admiring his own godlike, stacked physique. "Is that even a choice?"
I was seeing red again, the image of Gym's tear-streaked face firm in my mind's eye. "I don't need your fucking help!" I shot back. "I don't need a god damn thing from you! I'm gonna fucking kill you, man! I'll fucking kill you!"
Alpha leaned back like I was some sort of yapping dog. "So that's a no." He turned to Hillbilly. "What about you?"
It took a moment for Hillbilly to decide, but eventually he shook his head. "No deal man. I ain't no man's bitch."
Alpha smirked and I could see his muscles tensing. "Now I think everyone watching knows that's not true."
"Fuck you!" Hillbilly shouted at him.
"You don't want to get yours back, huh? Varsity's made himself clear. Join up with me and you'll get your chance to make him pay for what he did to you. Hell, you can own him if you want."
Shit. I cast a wary glance to my side, trying not to let either of these guys out of my sight. One on one I doubted my chances against Alpha. Two on one? I might as well lube myself up now. To my surprise Hillbilly stood firm, his only answer was a shake of his head.
"Hm, looks like we've got some brave sluts here tonight." Alpha said. I was too overwhelmed with terror at the time to see it, but watching back on the recording it was clear for everyone to see that he was getting pissed. "Fine. New deal. You fuckers beat me, I'll pay you out of the Ring and you're gone for good. I win, you each give me half of your earnings until you manage to beat me. If that ever happens." Without giving us a chance to answer he tossed aside the mic and shouted up to the ceiling with such force that it made me jump, "Ring the fucking bell!"
Ding! Ding!
Before either of us knew what was happening Alpha charged across the Ring at us, catching both of us in a double-clothesline. It was like being hit by a truck. Hillbilly did a flip and landed on his face while I was tossed flat on my back. On the walls requests started flashing up and rearranging as more and more were added faster than my eyes could keep up.
Now reader, I can hear you asking now, wait a second, neither of you agreed to the deal! Very good! You get a sticker! No, we didn't agree to the match. But after the four rules of the Ring that I told you about before, there was an unwritten and yet all encompassing rule, let's call it rule 0. Keep the Patrons Entertained. And you can bet they were fucking entertained.
I checked to my right and Hillbilly looked like he was laid out, hell, he looked like he was dead. Lucky guy. I looked up and saw Alpha's quickly falling form as it crashed down on top of me in a full body splash. 280 pounds of muscle crushed every last bit of breath out of me. Just the weight of his body pressing me down was enough to make me groan in pain. With one forearm he pressed down on my throat, choking the life out of me while I struggled with what energy I had left to escape. My efforts only seemed to make him laugh.
"You coulda had it all." He said, his hot breath heavy with alcohol washing over my face. "But now I've gotta make an example of you."
Alpha sat up, looking down on me as he rolled his shoulders, a wicked grin across his face. I could only imagine how much he was going to enjoy this.
Before I was able to find out, however, an arm wrapped around his throat. Alpha sputtered in shock and the grip of his legs around my core weakened. Somewhere above me I heard Hillbilly shout, "You better get the fuck up man!"
I didn't need to be told twice. My fingers grasped at the ring behind me and I scrambled out from between Alpha's thighs. Even on his knees he was still an imposing man, I'd have to work fast if either of us had any chance. I started off with a rain of punches down on his head to get him disoriented. I wasn't about to give him the chance to do the same thing to my dick that I'd done to Hillbilly's. If the rules allowed I'd have kept on the beating until he was ready to give me a gum job. Alas, I wouldn't have ever gotten the chance.
He had stopped trying to pry off Hillbilly's arms and instead had his arms up blocking my blows. Despite the both of our efforts Alpha began to struggle to his feet. I'd had some confidence at the start of this but I was starting to panic now. We had to get him back down if we were to have a chance. This was it! We win we get out! We had to win! So when after six punches to his gut he was still going strong I did the only thing I could think to do. I drove my knee straight into his crotch.
Somehow, I missed. Maybe it was his tree trunk thighs blocking me, maybe it was his thrashing trying to get out of Hillbilly's grip, maybe it was just the wear and tear taking its toll on my from my earlier match. The reason I missed is immaterial right now, what matters is that Alpha saw, and Alpha was pissed.
With a gurgling roar he suddenly pitched forward, the sudden movement loosening Hillbilly's grip enough that Alpha was able to escape his hold. As Hillbilly tumbled to the mat Alpha charged at me, grabbing me by the throat with one meaty hand.
"You..." He growled in my face as I vainly tried to pry off his grip. He grabbed my throat with his other hand and with a grunt he lifted me with such force I thought my head would snap off my shoulders. As quick as I was up I was falling back down, landing on top of Hillbilly with a thud. Alpha's massive, bare foot stomped down on my midsection once, twice, three times, I lost count. My abs were on fire and I could only imagine what Hillbilly was going through as he was crushed under my bulk. For a moment I thought I had a reprieve when the stomps stopped falling until Alpha's foot came crashing down on my face. He rubbed it in face so hard my nose would have broken if my head hadn't rolled to the side. "You thought you had chance? You thought you had a fucking chance?! Look at you! Even a sack of shit would put up more of a fight!"
He lifted his foot, leaving my cheek covered in the sweat from his soles, and I felt him pull Hillbilly out from under me. I won't lie, I was happy the focus was off me for a bit. What comes next I have to draw from the archived video because I was too busy trying to crawl out of the ring to see what he was doing to Hillbilly.
As it turns out, what he did was this. He dragged Hillbilly over to a corner of the ring by his hair. Fuck but that hair's been used against him and yet he's never cut it, thank god. After a few perfunctory slams of Hillbilly's face into the top turnbuckle he lifted Hillbilly up and draped his body over the corner, his midsection wide open. Alpha ran an appreciative hand over Hillbilly's hairy abs. He started with some chops, just to soften him up. Then he moved on to elbows, bringing them down again and again while Hillbilly tried with what energy he had left to escape. With a final hard strike he drove his elbow deep into Hillbilly's gut, grinding down like he was trying to bore a hole through the man. After that he took a hold of one of Hillbilly's legs and with his other hand a fistful of his hair and lay down on the mat with one foot pressing up on Hillbilly's back, like he was trying to tear him apart. There wasn't any point to it, Hillbilly had no fight left in him, he didn't even have the energy to scream.
Eventually Alpha got tired of tormenting a corpse and let Hillbilly fall back onto the mat.
Now as I said, I'd been trying to crawl away like a bug. Like a cowardly, sniveling, weak little bug. It took me a long time, the ache from both the previous match and my current beatdown were combining to turn my collective muscles into so much jelly. Even so, I nearly made it. My fingers curled around the side of the ring and as they did so I felt two meaty paws grab my ankles and my stomach turned cold.
"No!" I shouted, "Let me go!"
Alpha dragged me back into the Ring, my fingers scrabbling helplessly. I grabbed the rope for a second but Alpha didn't even need to tug any harder for my grip to break almost instantly. With a single heave he flipped me on my back, his enormous form lording over me like an Olympian god. Very much like an Olympian, if you keep reading.
He dropped down in a mount on top of me, his sweaty chest heaving as he stared down at me in a way that is difficult to describe. Take contempt, rage, pity, and the most soul curdling lust you can imagine, mix it all together, and you might get it. He looked away only briefly, casting his eyes around the arena before focusing back on me.
"Man. They want to see you suffer." He grinned. "How's about a deal?" He raised up one of his arms with his hand behind his head. "You lick all the sweat out of my pits and I don't feed you your own seed. Sound good?"
I swiped up and clocked him in the jaw, almost enough to knock him off me. He grabbed me by my wrists and pinned them above my head. Ok, fine reader, I was an idiot.
Alpha's grin only grew wider. "Was hoping that'd be your answer."
I might as well have said yes.
The next thing he did was get me up on my ass before driving his knee into my back with his hands pulling back on my chin. I could only groan under his power as he tried to shatter my spine, pain shooting out from my back to suffuse my body. He pulled me back further and further until he was able to transition to a dragon sleeper. He shoved me face first into his pit, my naked body on full display. I didn't have the energy left to hold my breath for long, especially not as Alpha beat down on me with his meaty fists. Even if I didn't breathe it wouldn't have mattered. His sweaty pit invaded me in every way it could, his sweat dripping into my mouth, his hair scratching my nostrils. I breathed in his musk and everybody watching could see my dick go half hard just from the aroma. Alpha saw it as well and laughed, "Yeah, you like the smell of a real man don't you? I know what you want." As he said that his fingers tweaked my nipples. My cock went rock hard.
Alpha ignored my erection, continuing to beat on my chest and abs instead until they were both bright red. His hand traveled down my body and I thought he was about to start jerking me off like he'd done to Gym. Oh if only. No instead he grabbed a handful of my pubes. "These are for men. Not scum like you." He said, and started pulling. The pain was sharp. I bucked my hips trying to hold on but he just kept pulling. I screamed into his pit as my pubes were ripped out, when he want back to grab more I got desperate. First I tried tapping out, slapping his bicep, his chest, anything I could reach. When that didn't work I started licking. I lapped up the salty sweat of his pit, got my tongue deep into the crevice, anything I could do to show my submission, to show I gave up, to just please make it stop. "Too late, boy." He ripped out some more of my pubes again, and I screamed again.
I was about ready to vomit when he released me. I was so delirious and out of it that the fresh air was almost a disappointment. He dragged me by one leg over to the corner and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs underneath the top turnbuckle in a tree of woe. Alpha looked down at me and wiped some sweat from his chest onto my face, the salt stung where it hit Hillbilly's bite marks. I could see the once thick bush around my (still hard) cock and balls had been deforested and the skin around them was as bright red as the rest of my torso.
He hauled up Hillbilly by his hair and walked him over to where I hung. With one hand on Hillbilly's chin Alpha brought him up and whispered in his ear. Whatever he said, Hillbilly's only response was to stand their slack jawed with glassy eyes. That seemed to be enough for Alpha, who drew back Hillbilly's head and slammed it down directly into my balls. Somehow, still not the most painful thing to happen to me that night. Alpha used Hillbilly's face as a battering ram against my testicles for a good long while, who was going to stop him? I of course was writhing in pain, but every time I tried to escape he would give me a stomp to the gut and that put an end to my struggling.
With one last slam he ground Hillbilly's face into my balls with so much force he could have driven them into my pelvis if he didn't stop, which he thankfully did. At this point I was lucky to even get a breath in without heaving. Alpha let Hillbilly drop as he got down on the mat next and got right up in my face. "Don't you ever try and go for my balls again, got it?" I couldn't even manage a nod but Alpha didn't need one. As he got back up I heard him mutter, "uh oh," as he flicked my flaccid dick. "That's not part of the plan."
Alpha dragged Hillbilly up into a kneeling position in front of me, his own limp dick hanging in front of my face. Above me I heard Alpha growl to Hillbilly, "get him hard."
When Hillbilly's only answer was a weak "Wha-?" Alpha responded by grabbing my dick and maneuvering Hillbilly's mouth on to it. "Start sucking, boy."
Hillbilly complied, almost too eagerly. I didn't know how at the time but despite the pain and humiliation and suffering, it felt amazing. I'd been blown before, reader, and I won't ruin the mood by describing the details of those prior experiences. But let's just say there was something about Hillbilly's mustache tickling my balls that really elevated this experience.
Hillbilly's own cock started to get hard until it was poking me in my eye. "Don't be lazy, Varsity. Get sucking, now."
I did try to resist, but all I managed was a weak moan, half from the pain and half from the ministration of Hillbilly's tongue. Alpha was more than happy to help shove Hillbilly's cock into my mouth. He carefully supervised our vertical 69 as it went on for what felt like ages. When he thought Hillbilly was going to slow he would grab the back of his head and do the moving for him. When he I thought I could be doing more he would put his foot on Hillbilly's ass and puppeteer him into fucking my face.
I was the first to blow my load in Hillbilly's mouth. As if waiting for that cue Hillbilly let loose a torrent of salty cum into my mouth. Alpha crooned a dark, "that's it. Thaaat's it. Don't you swallow yet." He ripped Hillbilly's mouth off my cock, simultaneously relieving me of Hillbilly's cock in my own mouth. He forced him down until his lips met mine. And that, readers, is how I had my first kiss. Swapping seed with a redneck. Real romantic, this Alpha dick. My mouth filled up with a mixture of Hillbilly's cum and my own until it started spilling out the sides.
"Uh uh," Alpha said, "swallow, Varsity, or I rip your balls off."
Technically against the rules, but I was in no position to argue. So I swallowed two loads worth of cum in one gulp.
"Good." With that he picked up Hillbilly and bodily threw him through the ropes. "Take that one to the back, I'm done with him." He shouted to the attendants who quickly rushed up to grab Hillbilly's body. "I'm not done with this one."
He dragged me by the hair across the Ring, literally wiped the mat with me the same as I'd done to Hillbilly. Once he had me in the center, he flipped me on my stomach. I knew where this was going, everyone knew where this was going. In the distance I could see the door open for the attendants carrying Hillbilly out of the arena. I started to crawl towards my only escape when Alpha's massive form dropped down on top of me like a lion on his prey.
"No," he said as he grabbed my hand, "not yet."
"Please," I begged, "I give up."
"Do you quit?"
"I give up."
"Do you quit?"
Those were the magic words. If I say them I get out of here with my ass intact. Back to prison, away from Gym, without even a distant hope of freedom. Not all of the matches can be like this, right? Right?
So I didn't say anything, and that made Alpha very happy.
He let go of my hand and rose up. With one hand he spread open my cheeks, with another he pulled out his dick, and then with both grasping my waist, he started to fuck me.
It wasn't quite as bad as when Hillbilly rammed into my completely unprepped asshole, which is to say it hurt like a motherfucker. On instinct I tried to claw myself away again but Alpha pounced on me, his hands pinning mine to the mat, his body crushing down on me as he rutted in me like a dog.
"You're not done until I'm done." He whispered in my ear as he pounded me, his pelvis crashing again and again into my ass cheeks with loud echoing claps. "You gotta give these people a show. Hey, you gonna cry? Gonna cry like your buddy did when I broke him in?"
I gritted my teeth so that my screaming sounded more like a roar. I kicked my legs and did everything I could to get his dick out of my ass but it was all for nothing. "Oh yeah," Alpha said as he picked up pace, "you're a fighter. You're not like your buddy at all, he begged me to fuck him, you saw it didn't'cha? He wanted this! And you do to, don't you?"
As he said that his dick rubbed against my prostate and I let out an involuntary moan as it sent a single shiver of pleasure through the pain that was wracking my body.
"Oh yeah, you want this. You thought you liked destroying that hick but you needed a real man, a god. Well he's here, I'm right here. Now take it like a man."
I tried to keep fighting but there was barely any energy left in me. My muscles were screaming at me from either the exertion or the abuse. There was nothing I could do. I was powerless. Alpha God could tear my body apart for as long as he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I cried.
Alpha fucked me for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and forceful, no matter what each thrust made shout in pain. This was his second time of the night and so it took him some time, but eventually he reached his climax. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me in even closer as he filled my ass up with his load. I felt it invade even deeper in me, hot and heavy in my guts, and as it did Alpha pulled me even deeper onto his dick as he moaned.
"Oh yeah, take it all, take it all."
He held me up against his hard body in an almost loving embrace as his dick slowly went soft inside me. As he pulled out he wrapped an arm around my neck while his other hand cupped one of my ass cheeks.
No, no, not this.
He stuck his thumb in my ass, somehow that hurt almost as much as the fucking. He swirled it around in there before pulling it out and rubbing a line of his cum across my forehead. "You're mine now." He whispered in my ear. After that he let me drop face first on the mat and planted a foot on my back. The match was over. Finally.
I was not in good shape after my match with Alpha God. I'd have been feeling it if I'd just stopped after Hillbilly, but after what that monster put me through it took two attendants supporting my body-weight to just get me out of the arena. They brought me into a washing room fitted with several spacious shower stalls. Once they had me set up on a stool under some hot water the attendants left me to my own devices.
The curtain was left open and on the opposite wall I could see a large TV showing the events in the Ring. I sat there under the running water as match after match played on the screen while Alpha's load slowly leaked out of me. Some more rookies came out, their fights were a lot more... sedate is the best word I can think of. They didn't go at it like Hillbilly and I had. They didn't seem to realize they were fighting for their lives. One of the matches even got timed out, and you do not want that to happen let me tell you. It means the patrons got bored. What the fuck was wrong with them?
After the rookies the main roster got their turn. Those went wild in all sorts of ways. Some were close like me and Hillbilly, some went more like Hillbilly and me against Alpha, none were like Alpha and Gym. All of them ended with one man blowing his load in another man. As the matches went on others came into the showers. Fighters, attendants, they passed by my stall. Some caught sight of me and as if recognizing me they hurried away. Others stopped to take a peek. I didn't acknowledge any of them, my eyes fixed on the screen.
Rodeo's match came on next, he was up against some big motherfucker in trunks and a biker vest. I was ready to watch him get destroyed but Rod more than held his own. He ran that man around the ring, got him in lock after lock until was begging to clean Rod's booth with his tongue. By the end of it Rod had him hogtied, face down ass up in the Ring while he fucked him. The camera zoomed in on Rod's ass is it clenched and loosened while he thrust into his opponent then down to his opponent while he clenched his eyes shut. And then the match was over, and the two of them were replaced in the Ring by two more fighters. Like clockwork.
My shower was finally interrupted when Rodeo stepped in front of the TV. He had one towel around his waist and with another he was wringing out his hair. He looked me over with a sort of grim sympathy. We just stared at each other without speaking for a bit before he decided to break the silence.
"You did good tonight, kid."
That was not the right thing to say. A fire lit in my gut as I glared up at him. "Why didn't you tell me what this place was really like?"
Rod sighed, "I would've. I wanted to! But that weren't the job Management gave me. My job's to get you trained for fightin' and puttin' on a show."
"And you didn't think telling us we'd be getting fucked up the ass would help?!" I was on my feet now, the stool screeching as it clattered across the floor as I stalked out of the water and got up in his face.
"Pipe down!" Someone shouted from another stall.
"Shut the fuck up Bruiser!" Rod shouted back before turning to me. "Look, kid..." He searched for words and seemed to come up short.
"Just say it."
"I'm sorry. I am. But when Management gives you an order you follow it or they make you sorry, got it? I'm not just talking fines. You piss'em off they'll make a jobber out of you, don't you doubt it. They didn't want you to know so I didn't tell you. And that's better for both of us." He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Against my better judgement it did make me feel better. "It sucks, it fuckin' sucks, I know."
"I'm fucked! Is he really going to get half of my earnings?"
Rod sucked his teeth. "Not from your first match. For everythin' else... It's not as bad as it looks. I'm not sayin' it's great, mind, but you've got an opportunity here. The patrons liked watching you win or lose, that's a chance. You don't need to win a match to make money, you just need to put on a show."
"What if I can't even do that?"
"He's the worst of 'em and you gave him a fight for... some of it. Look, anyone else you're up against won't be harder than that."
"He destroyed me."
"Oh yeah, completely."
"Thanks..."
"Sorry, you want me to blow smoke up your ass? It was bad, it went about how everyone watching expected it would. Your first match though? You did good, you're getting attention. Attention means requests, requests mean money, money means freedom. That's what you're here for, right?"
I nodded silently.
"How's [Gym's name]?" I asked. No, I'm not telling you sickos Gym's real name.
"He's Gym now, you call him that if you know what's good for both of ya. He's... recovering. He's doing what I'm gonna tell you to do. Wash up, clean yourself out, get a good meal in, and go to bed. Yeah?"
I nodded again.
"Yeah?" Rod repeated.
"Yes, fine."
"Good kid." He patted me on the back. "We're workin' on your strikin' tomorrow. Management told me you'd be a wrestler but you've got an instinct for poundin' like nobody I've seen." He winked. That brought a semblance of a smile to my face. "Sound good, kid?"
"Yeah," I said as I stepped back into the shower, finally washing the sweat out of my hair. "Sounds good."
