Taking bumps for the greater good.

My head was beginning to hurt as Rex tightened his grip on my skull. I wriggled my bottom as I tried to worm my way out of the headlock, slowly breaking free of the hold. I would have been quicker, but I was distracted by the tingling in my balls, the sensation failing to subside, confusing me to no end. Part of me was impressed with Rex’s natural talent, and I wanted to take credit for it, but at the same time I was annoyed he was doing so well in his first match. However, maybe helping him to build his confidence was the correct play. If I reversed too quickly and won the match succinctly, he’d probably feel discouraged and never return. Then I’d lose a client and some much appreciated cash along with him. So I slowed my attempt to break free and waited to see what he did next.

“Wow! I didn’t think this would go so well! Wrestling is great fun!” Rex chirped happily, his dominance filling him with glee. He was clearly a fan of wrestling, using his knowledge gained from years of watching to try out some maneuvers. Rex led me backwards towards the ropes, bounced me off of them, and Irish Whipped me to the other side of the ring. Any veteran would know to latch onto to the ropes to kill the momentum, but I was curious to see what Rex would do next. As I bounced off the ropes and sprinted back towards Rex, I watched him stretch his arm out, planning to hit me with a Clothesline. I ran right into Rex’s outstretched arm, letting his bicep clash with my chest, bumping onto my back. I landed with a loud crash, playing up the pain, letting out a loud grunt of pain. As my arms fell onto the mat, I kicked up me legs, making the impact look that much more effective.

“Holy shit! That was amazing!” Rex hooted with pride, seemingly impressed with his own strength. I scrambled to get back to my feet, charging at Rex of my own volition this time, giving him another chance to nail me with another blow. Rex did not waste the opportunity, hitting me with another Clothesline, sending me crashing back down onto the mat. I rushed to my feet for a second time, only to be nailed back down onto the canvas with a third Clothesline. Rex had gotten more confident with that last attack, the **** left my chest aching, and the skin was turning a light shade of red. With my pale skin the red marks of damage shone brightly under the hot garage lights, the light layer of sweat shimmering so beautifully, making me look quite exquisite if I do say so myself.

Not wanting to end things to quickly, I let Rex get more offence in, laying down on the mat as he tried to figure out what to do next. I felt my brown wavy locks get yanked on, as Rex dragged me back to my feet. “I’ve seen this move over a dozen times and always wanted to try it. So here goes!” Rex bravely announced, which in a real match would be truly foolish. He wrapped an arm around my neck, grabbed the waist of my red trunks with his other hand, and bent his knees as he tried to go for a Suplex. All I had to do was plant my feet and lower my body to counter this move, but it was clear Rex was feeling the momentum, and I didn’t have it in me to cut him off. So I bent my knees alongside his, waited for his cue, and pushed off. My body went straight up, my feet pointed high into the air, as Rex successfully lifted me up into the Vertical Suplex. He even managed to hold me in place for a couple seconds before sending me crashing back down onto the mat. I inadvertently made an ‘O’ face as my back slammed into the mat, which I now realize is a trademark of mine. My limbs bounced off the mat and sweat dripped down my body, as I writhed on the mat, clutching my back in agony. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy taking the occasional bump, but there was something particularly satisfying about this one.