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Auditions……Davey123

I suppose it was known from my days on the pro circuit that I was a fairly mean bastard, and maybe that was why I was asked for this job. It was quite casual. I had been working out as usual at the club here in the rougher part of the city where the gym had a full pro ring and had been talking about past experiences and matches with Andy who was a promoter. He was one of the more successful promoter-managers (he had been on the mats himself some years ago and really knew the business), and guys were keen to get in with him to get a good start and earn some serious money. Actually he had come up to me just as I was finishing my usual squats routine (I like to have big thick legs!) and said I was in great shape for a man of my years and might I be interested in a little proposition of his. Having no idea what he meant I said cautiously, maybe. I knew that Andy was quite an operator and I was not going to agree to anything before knowing what he really had in mind.
Turns out that Andy was looking for a new jobber for his small select group. I said straight away that I was too old to job and anyway had always been more of a heel. But he then explained what he had in mind. He had a short list of five ‘wanna-be’ types, from whom he only wanted to select one wrestler for his rota. Trouble was, how to decide which one to go for? Andy said he could have put them in the ring with one of his other guys for a test of some kind to see what they were like, but that he had found in the past that if he did that it always seemed to cause trouble in the group later when they would say that it had not been fair and there would be a kind of low level grudge lurking there which made for some awkwardness amongst the eight or nine guys who Andy managed. I knew why that was. Andy liked to get someone to really work over his new applicants to test their endurance and resolve in the ring, so that often it took these new guys days to recover from the beating they had received. If they then had to wrestle against whoever had tested them they were always looking for some revenge. Andy was a hard man, and he liked a newbie to be really tested and some of his regular wrestlers did not like having to be that brutal with a relatively inexperienced boy.
So to cut a long story short, knowing that I was a submission specialist and liked to really work a hold, he asked me if I would be prepared to test out the new guys and see what they could take. He would watch, but he also wanted my opinion as to how they were, knowing that the man applying a hold knows more than an observer about how his victim is responding. And he was right. So I thought, ‘yeah, what’s not to like….I get to put these poor sods in some nasties ,and make them suffer and rate the results’. What he didn’t say immediately but which emerged later was he had particularly asked me cos he had in mind that we would focus on one hold only and he knew what my speciality signature submission move was and thought it ideal for this purpose.
‘Good Davey-boy’ said, ‘what I want you to do is to Crab each man repeatedly until you decide he cannot go on.’
‘Fuck, are you serious? That is a very nasty thing to do to a new recuit…yeah some of them will have been crabbed before, but if I understand what you mean, you want me to test them to destruction??’
‘Yeah…exactly. Get it on and pour it on. Make sure they are taken to the edge and then keep it on some more. That way I really get to see who has got guts, strength of mind and body, flexibility, and who looks good suffering on the mats. It will be a good test and I know you love that hold so reckon with your weight and strength it should be a good way to explore the endurance level of each of them.’
So…here we were now. The guys were nervously milling around the outside of the ring and every now and then glancing at me wondering who the hell I was and why was I dressed in pro boots and speedos with a baggy gym shirt on. Andy seemed busy on the phone so I just sat on the outside edge of the ring with my arms folded to wait for instructions. Kept flexing my legs so that even the biggest of the guys could see that I was no little twinky.
They were a mixed lot, but one of them in particular caught my eye. He had a kind of arrogant air about him and I had already heard him being rude to a couple of the others, telling them they should not be here. At 5’ 8”, and I guess around 13 stone (83kg) he was I suppose 22 years old. Too young to know much. I could see, even in his loose track-suit, that he was well built, but it was the sneery defiance in his face and the very short blond hair which made him noticeable. That, plus it looked as though at some time in the past his nose had been broken. He saw me looking at him and sauntered up, deliberately swinging his legs in a muscular stride to show off and stood inappropriately close to me and said ‘hey old man, why don’t you shuffle off and go collect you pension…this is a try-out for new REAL wrestlers.’ I replied, ‘thanks for your advice boy, I’ll think about that, but first I have a job to do here.’ He smirked back and said, ‘what’s that, you gonna clean the toilets for us real men?’ I looked him in the eyes and said, ‘Na, but I might clean the floor with you, ya wee dafty punk.’
He laughed and said something offensive about me being a stupid old git, but Andy came up just at that moment and that seemed to cause him to lose his focus on me for a while.
Andy explained the ‘rules’ for the guys who were auditioning. He pointed at me and said I was gonna put each one of them in a punishing submission hold. He and I would rate their ability to withstand the hold. If they submitted I would back the hold off and give them a rest but then re-apply it for further submissions. There was a time limit of fifteen minutes per man. If they had to go out to throw up, the clock would be stopped until they returned to the ring (…that wiped the smile off a couple of faces). If they could not go on, they should just use the safe word, and we agreed that it would be ‘RED’. Short and memorable. If they could make it to the ropes, the hold would be released and they would then have thirty seconds rest before restarting in the centre of the ring. If anyone did not want to go ahead they could say now and just leave. They would be given the order in which they would be tested and should warm up for five minutes before, especially focusing on making sure their backs were flexible. Just in case anyone misunderstood Andy looked at them all and said, ‘This is gonna hurt more than you will ever get hurt in a real bout, but whoever performs best in this will be the guy I take on to represent. Anyone got any questions?’
They all looked a little dazed at this sequence of announcements, but no-one spoke until the cheeky lad said, ‘and who do we actually wrestle…is it one another?’. Andy laughed quietly, and still chuckling said, ‘Oh no Kevin, you are not wrestling one another….. it will be my good old mate here, Davey,…he will take care of you, don’t you worry’. Kevin burst out, ‘Fuck, you gotta be joking…this relic here – looks like he would have a heart attack if he had to get out of bed….!’ Kevin looked at the other four men, waiting for them to join in with his laughter, but they either looked at the floor or just looked totally impassive. His laughter died away.
I shucked off my gym shirt- which was a big loose one, and said to the mouthy lout Kevin, ‘Well I guess you just volunteered to go first lad, if that’s alright with you Andy?’ Andy smiled and nodded and said, ‘yeah…..please go ahead. Get yourself ready Kevin.’
Kevin smiled at me superiorly, as I flexed a little. Then his smile left his face. I had been working out hard for years and the hard, thick muscle on my physique had taken a lot of effort to develop. I was not big-big at 14 stone 4 lbs (91kg), but I always looked much bigger without my shirt on. My chest was broad and well developed and even from the front you could see my heavy lats. Arms were, I guess, around 18.5 inches. I had a light covering of dark hair on the front of my torso that I kept clipped. With my shirt on unless you looked closely I looked like Mr Average, but with my shirt off I did not look like that. Kevin actually gawped. ‘Shit!’ he said quietly.
‘C’mon now Kev lad. Let’s get going here,’ said Andy. ‘Get your track suit off and up into the ring please.’ You others can watch or go and start getting warmed up. Oh…just one thing I didn’t tell you. The hold you are gonna be put in is the full Boston Crab. We chose it because Davey here reckons it is about the most punishing hold there is in the pro game if someone really uses it and there is not much risk of injury compared with some others.’ A couple of guys nodded and the others looked serious and glanced at one another. Fifteen minutes of being tested in a Boston Crab. Anyone of them who had ever been in that hold before (and they probably all had, even if it was just with a mate) knew that this was gonna be a gruelling test.
Kevin was ready and I must say was looking good. He had the look of a gymnast about him, with very developed arms, chest and back and very clearly ridged abs. His muscled writhed and tensed in coordination as he climbed into the ring. Like many guys of his height he had good flared quads and nicely rounded calves too. Presented a pretty picture. Virtually hairless, I just noticed a dark line emerging from the top of his speedos snaking up the centre of his abs and then spreading and thinning out just on his lower chest. His thighs only had light blond hair, but around the tops of his short amateur style wrestling shoes in the upper ankle area there was thicker darker hair. He had dark navy speedos on that were very nicely cut to show off his large rounded legs. Very nice indeed, I thought. Pity I am gonna have to really hurt this proud, mouthy young athlete. His blue eyes now looked slightly less confident, as I jumped up into the ring.
‘You ready?’ I asked him as he was bending over backwards, flexing his spine and at the same time not managing to resist the urge to show off, so he was flaring out his lats and tensing the ridges of his abs at the same time. If that was supposed to impress me in some way, well maybe it did a little, but it was not going make any difference to what was about to happen to this neat little package of muscle.
Andy called out, ‘time starts as soon as you are in the hold’. ‘Ok boy,’ I said, ‘lets do this…remember if you want to me to stop and finish you yell out ‘RED’ nice and clear’.
Kevin tried to smile,….. ‘there’s no way that’s gonna happen, fuck-face’.
‘You just signed your own death warrant boy’, I replied and immediately grabbed his legs by the ankles and yanked him off his feet in a very undignified swift move causing him to crash backwards onto the mat. ‘Whaaaaa…. hey……go easy mister….oooph’. I then shifted my grip on his legs so that his knees were tucked deep into my armpits which enabled me to lift him way up high with only his hands and head touching the mat. My extra couple of inches of height made a difference. I already had a knee firmly planted into his back and though he was strong it was only a couple of seconds work to turn him and step over him. Now I was ready for the first trial. Without sitting, I lifted him up high under me, in between my legs which were grazing the his lats, I had a good firm grip on each of his legs with my hands on his inner thighs. I dangled him there with his strong young muscular frame arched underneath me,…….he only made a couple of quiet sounds with the effort. I shook him a little in this position and made sure that his back was flexing by bouncing him a little…..still without sitting. It was a great view, with his glutes flexing like mad and all the little ‘Christmas Tree’ muscles of his lower back standing out invitingly as they also flexed erratically. Keeping his legs held up high I then came down suddenly and very hard on his lower back, and immediately started to lean back into the hold, braced firmly through my thighs on my wide-spread feet. I was going to teach this cheeky fucker a lesson he would never forget and didn’t really care if he passed out in the process.
The Crab can be anything from mildly uncomfortable to totally, blindingly, sickeningly, suffocatingly agonising. I was going for the full effect immediately. If you sit and grind your arse and hips into the saddle shape of the small of the back and really push your legs out so that you can crank the victim’s legs back, you can make this hold devastating. Believe me I know, I have been in it many, many times and have applied it, for either wearing a man down or for a quick satisfying victory, thousands of times.
Kevin literally screamed as I yanked him into the full hold and rode him. I felt his back go into a spasm of muscled stiffness as he instinctively resisted (which probably made it worse). ‘Aaaaagh, stop….please…fuck….RED RED RED!’ he screamed in falsetto immediately. ‘What, you giving up already?’ I said loudly as I bounced a little trying to sink even more weight into him…I didn’t want to let go, because I really wanted to punish him properly for his earlier rudeness. ‘YES YES YES,………aaaagh…fuck…my back…RED RED…..help!’ Underneath me he was trying to buck me off, but I had all my weight firmly, heavily on him and his efforts were useless though it was kind of nice to feel him struggle.
‘Awe, come on Kevin…show the lads how strong and brave you are, - come on boy, take it!’. I was sadistically grinding all my weight into him and enjoying hauling his thighs back. I knew it couldn’t last…..I knew it must be totally excrutiating and that if I kept this up I would risk injuring him, so I backed it off a bit then, but Kevin was rattled and didn’t seem to notice that I had eased it off. I felt his back muscles writhing under my glutes as he struggled furiously. He continued to scream, ‘STOP, STOP……please…..fuck you are breaking my back, REEEEED!!’. I think Andy was a little nervous cos he then called out to me, ‘Ok Davey…..you got him, let him go.’
I threw Kevin’s legs to the mat in disgust and stood up, still straddling him but decided to drop my weight onto his back as a farewell gesture to knock the air out of him, crunching down onto his middle back just at the level of his lower ribs. It had all taken less than half a minute. Kevin moaned and rolled onto his side clutching at his back with one hand. He looked pretty as a picture with those abs pumping in and out as he tried hard to breath again.
‘NEXT!’ I yelled.