BHWA: Rick's Story
Chapter 1: An offer he can't refuse
By Boy
wrestling82@yahoo.com
The young man awaited his opponent. Blond hair, blue eyes, well tanned and more than a little handsome. He was 25 years old and in great shape. He stood 5'11" and weighed a little over 165lbs. He'd always been proud of his physique and had considered it something he could use if needed to help him survive. Today it was his undoing. His opponent was bigger than he'd expected...
- "How'd I get into this?" he thought. "And more importantly, how do I get out?"
Earlier today, Rick Jones had been out for his morning jog when a fancy looking black car had pulled up alongside him. He thought it was someone wanting directions and had stopped to offer his assistance. He was just that kind of guy, always ready to help.
The old man in the back seat of the car rolled down his tinted window. A heavy scent of cigar smoke permeated the air. The man looked like he was in his late sixties and wore a close cropped beard. He had a grim aura about him and was dressed quite expensively, though he looked more like he was on his way to a funeral than on a pleasure ride.
- "Can I help you?" Rick asked, shielding his eyes from the sun light and wrinkling his nose from the cigar smell as the old man tapped his ashes over the side of the door.
- "Yes, I think perhaps you can," the old man said in a low voice.
Rick watched as the old man's eyes roved over his body from his feet over his legs, across his shiny red shorts, up his bare, chiseled abs and chest and finally into his face. Rick thought it was a bit creepy but tried to remain polite and waited for the old man's reply.
- "Would you mind coming with me, fora short ride, I'd like to talk to you about something. If you are interested, I believe you might find it rewarding for us both. "
Rick grinned in a friendly way but declined.
- "Sorry sir, let's say I don't take ride from strangers."
The old man was not going to take no for an answer though. He jerked his head slightly and Rick heard the passenger door on the car open. A hulking man dressed in a black suit and wearing shades got out and walked around the car to the driver's side where Rick was standing. He looked like a bouncer or body guard. He had shoulders broad enough that the suit looked a bit tight and he was clean shaven save for a patch of beard under his lip.
- "Look man, I don't want any trouble..." Rick started.
He turned to run, but the goon grabbed him around the neck firmly and jerked him back against him. Rick was strong, but he felt like a child in the goon's arms as he crushed his throat and forced him to one knee. Rick elbowed the goon in the stomach and the man let go. Rick turned to run again but the bigger man caught his arm and pulled him back again, spinning him around and picking him up in a bear hug. Rick screamed but the sound was cut off as the man squeezed the air from his lungs. The man seemed to know what he was doing and methodically crushed Rick against him, using his arms and chest to push the air and consciousness slowly out of him.
- "This didn't have to start out so painful," the old man said with a chuckle.
Rick bit the man on the nose, and he grimaced, but continued crushing. The big man was in control and wasn't letting go. Rick blacked out and woke up when he felt himself being thrown into the car beside the old man. He was shocked when he realized the seat belt that the goon buckled him up with was no ordinary one, it strapped his arms down so he couldn't get free and held him fast.
The car started driving again and Rick slowly regained his bearings. He looked and saw the old man with the close cropped beard was sitting beside him, watching him. The goon was up front in the passenger seat and Rick saw that the driver was also a muscle goon. Ricky looked at the driver's features in the rear view mirror and then realized he recognized him. The driver grinned at him, as if he understood the recognition.
- "You're Killer Al Manson! the wrestler from the local show!" Rick said.
The stubbly faced driver just nodded his head.
- "After his unfortunate forced retirement, I took Alexander into my employ," the old man said.
- "He was forced to retire because of his brutality and disregard for rules!" Rick said. "He killed a man in a bear hug, and even after the man died he continued the hold! He's insane! And that was after crippling another man a week before!"
- "I prefer my name for the hold, the Grizzly Vice," Al Manson guffawed. "It was the promotors fault for throwing guys like that in their against me. I didn't do any thing illegal, I just wrestled."
- "What do you want from me?" Rick demanded. He was fighting off panic. He knew now that whatever it was it wouldn't be any good. The old man nodded.
- "Good, back to business. My name is Charles Winston. I own part of this town and in that part of town I have a little underground fighting circuit. I'm an old man, and in my old age I've rekindled an old fetish of mine."
- "Fetish?" Rick answered, a bit alarmed, a bit disgusted and also intrigued.
- "Yes..." Charles said, drawing on his cigar one last time, he put it out on the wood of his cane and then dropped the butt into a tray.
- "As a young man I enjoyed wrestling...both as spectator and as participant. But now that I'm too old to participate, I have been holding these...under ground matches."
- "Why not just watch it on tv?" Rick asked.
Charles laughed and the laugh made him cough. When the coughing stop he stared Rick in the yes and he felt himself shiver.
- "They won't show what I want to see on tv, not even in pornographic films....and my fetish is the Bearhug and what it can do to a man's body."
- "Bearhug? What kind of person has a fetish for that?" Rick asked.
- "Oh, you'd be surprised. There are entire communities that revolve around it. My tastes require a bit more than what these communities can offer though. I want to see men struggle to survive the bearhug with various...high stakes involved," Charles said. "You Ricky, my boy, are the newest member to the roster of the BHWA."
- "What?" Rick asked. "What the hell is that?'
- "The Bear Hug Wrestling Alliance," Charles answered. "Do you like wrestling, Ricky?"
- "Yeah, sure I do, but i want no part of this!"
- "You have no choice. Don't fret. You won't be restrained, or forced into a situation where you can't fight back. Where would the fun in that be? You will join our jobber list and..." Charles said.
Al Manson guffawed again.
- "Jobber list? just call it what it is, old man! This kid is next on the menu for us!" He said with a big grin. "All you have to worry about is surviving, Ricky my boy. But eventually, the stakes will get higher...and then..." he chuckled and started coughing. "Just wait and see..."