I picked up the briefs and mask knowing that I had little choice. Turning around I quickly dropped my jeans and
boxers and slipped into the far too small white briefs. The cheap mask was too tight as well as I turned to face
the boss once more. I felt my face flushing red as he looked me up and down, my arms crossed over my chest.
"Very nice. Just make sure you are ready to wrestle tomorrow night; we're expecting a big crowd."
I grabbed my jeans, pulled them on and left his office as quickly as I could, humiliated and angry.
When we reached the next town I helped George set up the wrestling ring, telling him how nervous I was
feeling but excited at the same time. He said he'd be in the front row cheering me on, though I didn't tell him
about my new 'costume'.
Eventually it was time to get changed and prepare myself mentally. The punters were filling the booth while I
stood in the middle of the ring with hands on my hips trying my best to look 'Apollo like', bare foot, bulging
briefs and white mask. As the MC asked the crowd if there were any challengers I heard lots of murmering and
whispering until:
"I'll wrassle ya!"
A gravelly voice boomed out from below and a big, barrel-chested brute slid under the bottom rope and into the
ring. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the corner while the crowd applauded.
"Thank you, sir." said the MC. "You know the rules, if you can go three rounds with The Young Apollo here, then
$50 is yours. Good luck!"
I adjusted the stupid mask which really hindered my vision as the holes were cut so small and waited for the bell.
The second it rang my opponent rushed at me, wrapping his big furry arms around my waist with a bear hug.
I smelt tobacco and sour whiskey breath as he dug his knuckles into my spine, letting me out then pulling me
back in even tighter. I gasped, shaking my head from side to side as I felt the hard bulge in his jeans rubbing
against my briefs. Fuck...this guy's coming on to me, I thought.
The crowd were cheering this challenger as he crushed my ribs, my head flopping on to his shoulder as he shook
me around. He whispered in my ear:
"Come on, boy. That $50 is as good as mine, you're no match for me. Submit!"
That voice, that smell...I was wrestling my own Father....