One and You Are Done
Chapter 2: What Comes Next?
By Tallnhairy
tallnmuscledone@yahoo.com
I was startled awake when the big rig rolled over something in the road and I was quickly reminded of my situation. Although I had been fed, provided a cot to sleep on and all the workout equipment I could want, I was horrified of what would come next. I got up, stretched and decided to workout to pass the time. I decided to work my legs because they are my strongest part. I needed every advantage I could get if I was going to pull a submission from this guy. Besides, my rib was killing me from that knee drop.
As I worked through a solid set of lunges, i felt the truck slow and turn. I sat down and waited for the movement to stabilize and heard the distinctive sound of brakes being applied. Then silence. I heard the engine shut off and prepared for what would come next.
He appeared out of nowhere and was suddenly in my face. Oh shit, here we go again. I looked up at him and that evil grin crossed his face. "You are kind of slow, I think, so I'm going to go over this again." he spat at me. "The numbers", he stated, "height 6'7, weight around 275, waist 33, chest 49, bis 18.5, forearms 15 and i bet you remember these hairy muscled quads at 27.5, calves 17 and the feet are 15. You are my playtoy until you get a submission from me. Remember?"
"Yes", I stammered.
"Throw on your gear and lets get going. Another rule I didn't share earlier is that we only have 10 minutes for a match up each time I stop. Somedays that will be twice, others once or four times. Really depends on my mood...and your condition." He stared blankly at me.
I reached out and grabbed a black singlet and slid it on. I figured I could potentially use a strap to choke him out if it came to that. He quickly stripped off his shirt and slapped his huge pecs. Then he walked up to me and made them bounce in my face. They were amazing.
"I think you like this, boy", he whispered in my ear with a menacing tone.
Without a reply, I stood up and entered the ring. I walked to the ropes and started stretching. I leaned deep into the stretch to get my legs warmed up further. He entered the ring and faked some stretches while he stood and watched me.
"We dancin' boy or wrestlin'", he shouted. And with that, I returned to the center of the ring.
I didn't know if he remembered about the rib so I protected it without drawing too much attention to it. I leaned in to lock up and threw a solid knee into his gut. He doubled over quickly and I connected to his chin with the other knee. WHAM! He stumbled back into the ropes and pulled himself together. I didn't miss a beat and came flying into the opposite ropes, gathering momentum for my flying drop kick. I saw him stunned against the other ropes and ran as fast as I could before I launched. My aim was for his chest or stomach. He saw my move and quickly rolled to the right. I missed my shot and my legs were tangled in the ropes as I hit the ring with the back of my head. THUDD!
As I landed, my ribs collided and the pain was extreme. I focused on hiding my pain and didn't see the big man leaping in the air with a leg ready to connect. BAM! Before i knew it, I had 275 lbs of muscle landing on my broken rib with a solid CRACK!! If it wasn't broken before, it was now. The pain was searing and I came close to blacking out. I shook my head and attemped to sit up. Nothing was moving until he decided too.
"Oh, is your rib sore boy?" he laughed at me..."I didn't mean to hurt you." More deep chuckles filled the trailer. "Actually, I did. I like you. I want to keep you around a while."
While he was talked, I pushed through the pain and waited for my moment. He's a big guy and cannot get up too quickly, so I waited until he rolled off me and took the opportunity to lock my legs around his thick neck. I locked the ankles and squeezed for everything I had. The monster STOOD UP with my legs connected around him and then dropped on top of me in the ring. WHAMMMM. I didn't realize what hit me.
"That was a good try, boy. Those legs are damn strong. Course, toothpicks compared to mine."
"Time's up, little guy." I thought I was done for the day. I was wrong. As I stood to exit the ring, holding on to the now 2 broken ribs (at least), he stood and smirked. Without a word, he walked up to me and reached those massive arms and forearms around me. With a violent snap, he locked in the most amazing bearhug I have ever experienced. His hands were locked like a vise just below my rib cage and low on my back. He lifted me in the air and then flexed it tighter every time I took a breath. Thankfully, my ribs were not being crushed. Then, with a mighty heave, he tossed me up higher against him and cranked on the power. The last thing I remember was him whispering "Boy, you surprised me today. Better be hitting those weights harder if you want to see daylight again". And with that, he growled, tightened and I saw darkness.