Betrayal!

By Mr. Bear

Tom Zenk had had a rough introduction to the wrestling world, but he was learning. He had partners who were paid off, been teamed against veterans, with skills that were too advanced for him to counter, and crooked promoters who promised him one rate of pay and gave another.

He was hurt, upset, hungry, and 2500 miles from home what could he do? Reluctantly he signed his name on the contract to tag on Saturday night with Pillman. He did not like the idea especially since Pillman had walked out on him once. A sick feeling sank into his gut. He went back to the bench press and did another set for good measure before hitting the showers.

Saturday night came in a hurry. He did not see any sign of Pillman till 20 minutes before their match. Pillman entered the dressing room and stripped off his street clothes. He looked at Z and said, "Tom, I know I did you wrong the other week, but I got beat up bad and was scared. I was thinking of my career and did not want it to end so soon. Those guys were nuts and I just freaked out. I know it doesn’t help but I’m sorry I walked out on you." Z stared at the floor the looked up at a naked Pillman stretching on his tight white wrestling trunks. "You know Brian, they kicked the shit out of me. I was hurting for days after that beating. We could have won man, if you stuck with me!" Tom said angrily.

"I got no choice the promoter told me I had to give you another try as a partner or he wouldn’t sign me again. I’m willing to bury the hatchet, but man you have got to be there when I need you. If you do that I will be there for you" said Tom. Brian looked at him and offered his hand, "I promise you I will be there for you man." He shook Tom’s hand and the two half-naked men hugged.

"Hey hotshots you’re on!" growled an event worker. "We better get out there Brian, the fans are waiting" said Tom. Brian and Tom left the dressing room and headed toward the ring.

"OH SHIT!" said Tom as the came into the arena and saw their opponents waiting already in the ring. The both jumped into the ring and waited for the announcer.

Laaaaaadeeeeeez and Gentulllllllmun, the next contest is a one fall tag team event. In this corner the team of Tom Zenk and his partner Brian Pillman. They crowd went crazy as the two studs peeled off their ring jackets exposing their hard muscled bodies. In this corner their opponents. Z looked at Pillman with a worried look. From the orient MR FUJI, Japanese music played over the loudspeaker and the crowd booed as Fuji took off his Ghi. Hi partner, also known as the perfect physical specimen, TONY ATLAS. Z looked at Pillman and said, "you ever wrestled these guys Pillman?" "No Tom I never have, they look tough though" answered Pillman. "Well they beat the shit out of me last week and I’m not about to let that happen twice" answered Z.

Atlas and Z stepped outside the ring and the bell sounded. Fuji came to the center of the ring and politely bowed to Pillman. Pillman returned the courtesy and Fuji grabbed him in a side headlock as he bowed. "Shit" said Z in his corner. Pillman was tough but Fuji had at least 120 pounds on him plus all the skill of his years of martial arts training. Fuji ground in the headlock on Pill and jabbed his fingers into Pillman’s throat. The hold was broken Pill clutched at his throat choking. Pill went to the ropes for support. Fuji studied him and moved in.

Fuji pushed the rookie into the ropes jamming his thumb into his Adam’s apple. The ref interceded and made him break the hold. Pill tried to roll away from Fuji and clutched his throat as he gasped for air. Fuji moved in on him again and raked his nails down Pillman’s back. Pill instinctively arched backwards with the pain. Fuji methodically grabbed Pill into an arm bar and walked him over to a waiting and angry Tony Atlas.

Pill had never been up against such a giant before. He shook his head saying no no no, as Fuji held him there as Atlas entered the ring. Atlas grabbed Pillman into a bearhug. All of a sudden Pillman found himself being hoisted into the air by this giant muscleman. His body was being crushed against a wall of muscle. Atlas was known for his ability to crush a man into submission. Atlas cranked the torture in as Pill tried desperately to escape. The crowd was shouting encouragement to Z and Pillman to hang in there. Pillman started to droop like a spent lily after two minutes in the vice.

To everyone’s surprise Atlas released the hold and let Pill collapse to the mat in a heap. Pill lay there sucking wind on the mat as the giant stood over him taunting and laughing at him. Atlas picked up Pillman by the trunks and arm and flung him into the corner to tag in Z.

Z cautiously tagged in and went to the center of the ring to lock up with Atlas. "You back for more PRETTY BOY" growled Atlas. Z leveled a forearm to Atlas’ chest. Atlas laughed, "That all you got you amateur?" Z tried again. Atlas wasn’t even phased. Finally Z got in a standing drop kick perfectly planted in Atlas’ gut. ATLAS WENT DOWN. Pillman couldn’t believe it and the crowd went wild. Z couldn’t believe it either. He wasted no time in dropping an elbow onto a prone Atlas. He went for the pin. 1………2…….. Atlas rolled out of it. He rolled over and tagged in Fuji.

Z was on Fuji like white on rice. Blows to the head, kicks to the gut. Z was not taking any chances he had been on the receiving end of Fuji before and he did not enjoy the experience. Z got Fuji’s arm and Irish whipped him into Z and Pill’s corner. Z got a running charge and dove into Fuji’s gut. The crowd was on its feet. Z tagged Pillman in.

Pillman entered the ring and instead of going on the offensive on a weakened Fuji he kicked an unsuspecting Z in the gut. Z doubled over and grabbed the second rope. Pill dove onto his back and began choking him over the second rope. Z couldn’t believe what was happening for a second time. Pill let him up and Z collapsed to the mat on his back. A recovered Fuji joined Pill in stomping on Z’s chest. Everytime Z went for a breath a boot came down hard on him.

Pill and Fuji each grabbed an arm of Z and flung him back first into the corner where Tony Atlas was waiting for him. Z landed hard in the corner and grabbed the top ropes. His back took the full blow of the contact.

THAT IS ENOUGH, yelled the ref. Fuji looked at the ref and decked him with a right. The ref went down and Pill kicked him till he was on the concrete floor outside.

Z was being pummeled in the corner by Atlas. Atlas landed fist upon fist onto Z’s sweaty chest as he pulled him almost on top of the top turnbuckle. Pillman came over and Atlas let up for a min. "Let me said Pillman to Atlas" Atlas just smirked and said, "sure thing buddy." Z looked at Brian and said in a panicky voice, "NOOOOO man what are you doing!"

Pillman rammed his knee into Z’s exposed gut. Z doubled over with the stunning pain. Pill grabbed Z out of the corner and turned him upside down and hung him in the ropes by the leg.

Pillman, Mr. Fuji, and Tony Atlas took turns stomping on Z as he hung there helplessly. Seconds turned into an eternity to Tommy as each boot to the ribs brought a new sensation of pain.

Atlas said enough! With that he unhooked Z and let him drop to the mat. Z looked like a beaten pile of laundry as he lay there on his back.

Pillman sat on Z’s crotch and slapped his face. Z was groggy and mounted no resistance. All Z could do was lay there as his aching chest heaved for air. Pillman spat in his face and reached round and grabbed Z by the balls.

Z let out a yell and half-sat up. Fuji planted a boot to Z’s sternum and squelched any resistance Z had. Pillman squeezed Z’s balls again. Tears filled Z’s eyes as the pain washed over him. Helpless and broken all Z could do was lay there.

The crowd was growing louder and more nervous. They had never seen anything like this before and they sort of loved the suspense.

Atlas came back into the ring with some leather straps. He bound Tom’s ankles together then his wrists. Pillman got up and the three of them kicked Z around some more for good measure before Atlas completely hog tied Z. Z managed to cry out to Pillman, "for god’s sake buddy why, why did you turn on me?" Pillman just laughed and spat in his face, before giving him another kick in the ribs.

Z was one ball of pain, everything ached all he could do was beg them to stop, promise them anything.

Atlas hoisted Z up by the ropes, which were binding him. Z winced in pain as the restraints dug into him. Z had reached his limit and blacked out from the pain. Atlas and Pillman grabbed their hog-tied victim and carried him back to the dressing room. The match was not over yet.

What Z did not know was that the promoter did not like Z and wanted him to be taught a lesson. Pillman’s loyalty had been bought and paid for by the management.

Z was naked, hog-tied, and felt cold water hitting his body. He shuddered awake only to see Fuji, Pillman, and Atlas staring at him as he lay on the floor of the gang shower. "No guys the match is over man, please untie me please" begged Z. "Look you pathetic rookie we were paid to teach you a lesson. If you wanna wrestle in this fed you better learn to take a good beating and forget this shit about actually winning" lectured Fuji. "Y,,,es sir Mr. Fuji sir" said Tom nervously as cold water hit his face. "You are not being pushed pretty boy, you are only a punching bag DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" shouted Atlas.

On your knees Z boy, shouted Pillman. "You will learn your place now" growled Pillman. Z looked up at Pillman with disbelief and shock in his eyes. What had happened to his partner who he trusted. Pillman pulled down his wrestling trunks revealing his manhood already erect. "Suck it you looser!" he commanded.

Z shook his head no no man please no. Fuji and Atlas forced him onto Pillman and Pillman began to moan with pleasure. Z realized that he was getting hard himself despite the ice cold water cascading over his beaten muscular body. The pain from the beating he got only heightened the sensations he was now feeling.

Pillman EXPLODED and Z had all he could do to take it all in. Pillman withdrew and Z collapsed back coughing onto the cold tile floor. Atlas undid the straps and Z sprawled out shivering. Fuji turned the warm water on and said to Z, "you will be ok now rookie, as long as you behave."

Tom began to recover a little as the shivering stopped and the warm water caressed his aching body.

After, he toweled off and headed back to his locker. He opened the locker and there was an envelope with $300.00 in it. There was a note also. "NOT BAD for an amateur, once you learn how to make my favorite wrestlers look good there will be more reward for you. –The management."

Tommy got back to his hotel room and collapsed onto his bed. Everything ached and he wanted to run away. He knew he couldn’t it was his dream to be a pro wrestler. He knew he had the heart, but he never had any idea that the cards would be stacked against him like this. A knock came from the door.

Tommy said hoarsely, "come in." He was too worn down to move an inch. It was Steve Travis. Steve looked at him and said "My god Tommy you got a pretty bad initiation tonight." Z just groaned. "Z, if you play their game you will get matches, that’s all I can tell you. I’m a better wrestler than they make me out to be, but they don’t want me to win. It’s as simple as that. They pay me when I lose. I don’t like it, but I gotta do it to eat." He gently patted Z on the back and pulled the blanket over his beaten friend.

Z fell into a deep sleep and Steve stayed next to him all night to make sure everything was ok.

End?