The Wrestler - Part 7

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The room was dark as a heavy downpour of rain continued through the morning. I hadn't eaten, my stomach had been swirling since the previous night, a large knot in the centre, keeping my mind firmly on what was to come.

It was nearing midday, but the dull wash of light from the grey clouds outside made it feel like it was the middle of the night.

I paced back and forth, my heartbeat echoing in my ears as the rumble of the crowd outside became louder. I wanted desperately to think only about the party tonight, but even as I recalled everything that had happened this week, the blowjobs, the naked wrestling, the feeling of Jackson's fingers inside me, and of course, the shower incident, my cock remained pathetically soft.

The singlet was new, purchased for me by my father who was already sitting in the hall waiting. I tried to work out who would be more let down when I lost. Would my dad think of me as a failure? Would the coach kick me off the team right then and there? I couldn't even think about how the team would feel. Jackson would probably never speak to me again, especially after all the hard work he'd put in to training me.

I sat on the bench and groaned.

"Conor, you're up".

I wasn't even sure who had said it, the door opened and closed so quickly, but the words made me dry heave. I stood up, my legs like jelly, and walked toward the door. If I hadn't been so nervous, I would have almost admired myself in the full length mirror.

The extra training was already paying off, and I looked slightly more lean than I had done the last time I'd checked. The moment was short lived though, and I found myself mindlessly walking along the corridor a minute later.

I'd never been to this school before. It was quite a bit bigger than our one, and a lot more modern too. None of us were particularly happy about fighting away from home soil, but none more so than me. My anxiety, something which had been relatively under control since I was younger, was now bubbling and threatening to spill over at any second.

At the end of the corridor, I could see the hordes of parents, students and other supporters as they piled into the hall. I wanted to vomit.

"There you are!" Jackson's voice was a welcome distraction from the turmoil as he rushed me, pushing me into an empty classroom.

He was sweating, his hair messy and his face red.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me, holding my shoulders as I trembled.

"Uh... Terrible" I replied truthfully, and his warm small made me feel just a tiny bit better.

"We've already won, dude" he beamed and my eyes widened.

"W... What?" I gasped, a breathtaking feeling of relief instantly swarming me.

"We haven't lost a single match, so even if you completely butcher this, we've still won!"

I wanted to hug him. The pressure had finally subsided, and immediately I grinned.

"So just go out there and have fun" Jackson told me, rustling my hair.

"CONOR!" The coach's voice outside jerked us both back to reality.

"Let's go!" He growled as we appeared.

"Good luck bro" Jackson told me, and I felt his hand squeeze my ass through my singlet.

For the first time all morning, my cock began to swell. Nice timing, Jackson.

Despite the fact that the hall was only slightly larger than an average school gym, it felt like a stadium as I walked inside to the roars and cheers of the bustling crowd. Jackson's news had been a welcome relief, but it still didn't take away from the fact that I was about to fight.

"This ones a nasty son'va'bitch" Coach growled as he led me toward the mat "a real piece o' work".

I gulped and scanned the crowd until I found my dad beaming down at me. He waved, and I tried to return a forced smile.

"Your best bet is to score points on escapes and reversals, because there ain't no damn way that you're taking this guy to the mat and pinning him".

I watched as the coach held my bare shoulders. A young man, who also looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, jumped up and down across from me. He had tight black hair, amazingly defined biceps, pecs and abs that bulged through his white singlet and legs the size of tree trunks.

As high school wrestlers went, this guy looked more like an elite olympian. His narrow eyes bore into me as he popped his gum shield in and out of his mouth.

"He's gonna' play mind games with you" the coach said "so just ignore that shit and do what you need to do".

I felt my own gum shield being jammed into my mouth and a head guard being slid down my head and strapped under my chin. My heart smashed against my chest.

"Alright boys, come in" the referee said, and it took a shove from the coach to get me to move.

"Last fight of the day" the ref explained as the other wrestler glared at me, unblinking.

"We're going for three, two minute rounds, no rest, is that understood?"

The other young man nodded without taking his eyes off me, and I swallowed a lump and nodded too.

"If you pin your opponent, you win the round. If there's no pins, the person with the highest points will win. I want a nice fight, gentlemen, shake hands if you want".

The other wrestler smirked and walked back to the edge of the mat. I had the distinct feeling that he had no intention of playing nice at all.

"Conor!" Colin ran forward, and just like Jackson, he showed the signs of a recent battle.

I glanced over at him.

"McDaid, the guy you're fighting" he said "he's dreadful on the ground, so work the legs and aim for a takedown".

"B... But coach said there's no way I'd be able to" I stammered, as McDaid began to circle the mat.

"Fuck the coach!" Colin snapped "you can do this".

With those words, Colin stepped back and the entire hall began to watch.

I don't ever remember a time in my life where I was this nervous. I wanted to throw up, and yet I was trapped, like a deer in headlights, as the fit young wrestler closed in.

We met at the centre, our arms interlocking and the crowd roared.

He was strong, much stronger than I was, but I remembered my training and kept my legs bent, preventing him from doing much.

He grunted, dragging me forward slightly and trying to drive me backwards again, but still I remained firm.

"Ha!" He snarled, his head inches from mine as we continued to struggle. "Your little cock is poking out".

My eyes widened and my head dropped to check, and instantly I found myself being slammed painfully to the mat. He hadn't managed to wind me, but it stung like a bitch.

McDaid was on top of me in mere milliseconds, his ass pressed against my stomach as he went for the pin. I felt my shoulders touch the mat and the referee began to count.

The crowd roared, but I managed to squirm my way out of it, turning onto my front.

The lithe young man could easily control me from this angle, and I could now feel his bulging package pressing against my ass. I groaned as I tried to get out, until finally I managed it and we were both back on our feet.

"Sorry" he sneered as we went again "it must have been your pussy that I could see".

He tried a takedown again, but I was able to stay on my feet this time. That seemed to upset him.

McDaid became stronger somehow. His holds felt firmer, and once again I found myself hurtling through the air and crashing onto the mat. This time, he had winded me.

The count was done before I even had time to realise what was happening. McDaid dug his hand under my arm and pinched hard, out of sight of the referee.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, bitch" he hissed as I winced.

I eventually managed to get to my feet, the stinging from the pinch becoming more painful.

"Come on Conor!" I heard someone shout, but the vast majority of the chants were in favour of McDaid.

The second round began, and McDaid looked even more confident than he already had. I was glad that the team weren't relying on me, because so far I'd done nothing but embarrass myself.

We clinched, and I tried my hardest to have more of an impact this time. For a moment, it seemed to work and I was able to drive the young man backwards, before he gathered momentum and pushed me back.

"That's it Conor!" The voice shouted.

I'd upset him, he clearly didn't like to be made a spectacle of, and that split second burst of anger as he charged at me, gave me what I needed. I ducked low, wrapping my arm around his waist and swung behind him, before using his own momentum against him, and slamming him to the mat.

The crowd on the opposite side of the hall fell silent, whilst the one behind me exploded in cheers.

I jumped on top of him, our bodies straining as they joined together, and I went for the pin.

As I dug my weight down on him, I felt his hand slide into my singlet. My eyes widened as he grabbed hold of my bare testicles and twisted violently.

I howled in pain, falling off him as he released me, and crumpling to the ground in agony.

"I didn't do anything!" I heard him argue above, but the referee didn't buy it.

The bell sounded as I crawled back to the edge of the ring. Jackson, Colin and the coach were standing there and helped me to my feet.

"You won that round!" Jackson said, squeezing the back of my neck.

"No breaks!" The ref shouted over and immediately, with the pain still searing through my stomach, I was back in McDaid's clench.

The young wrestler looked furious as we went for what I hoped was the final time. We grappled again, but I could barely focus with the pain.

"Don't got much going on down there, do you?" He hissed into my ear.

I drove him backwards, but it lasted only a second before he fought back, grabbing me around the waist and digging his chin into my shoulder from behind.

"I bet your team have a great laugh about that little willy in the showers".

He tried to lift me, but my knees remained bent.

"When I get you to the ground" he snarled, out of earshot of the ref "I'm gonna rip a hole right where your cock is so the whole crowd can laugh at you".

The idea of that happening made my stomach churn, and McDaid knew it. Yet again, I was crashing through the air and ended up flat on my back, breathless.

He continued to squeeze me, draining every bit of energy from my body as he changed position. His muscular frame managed to cover the assault as he held my waist and began pulling at my crotch.

"REF!" I gasped, but McDaid flipped me, wrapping his legs around mine and keeping me quiet as his hand slid up the leg hole of my singlet.

He was too strong, and I was too exhausted and focused on the hand that was now dragging my junk toward daylight.

I groaned, desperately trying to alert the referee, and as I felt the tip of my cock becoming free, he flipped me again, shuffled up my body and pressed his full weight on my shoulders.

It happened too fast for me to do anything about it, and by the time I'd even realised what had happened, the crowd had gone wild and the match was over. I'd lost.

I quickly checked and found that I was still covered, but the devastation of the defeat had only started to kick in when I returned to my team.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled, as Jackson wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Forget about it, dude" he said in my ear "the guy is a cheat"

The coach arrived over and placed his hand on my cheek.

"You did good, kid" he smiled, but I could see a look of misery in his face.

The coach never liked me, so I wondered what was making him so upset until Oz shrugged.

"There's always next year, boys" he told us all and I glanced from him to Jackson who forced a smile.

"You... You said"

"I didn't want you freaked out" he told me, squeezing me against his solid frame.

We hadn't won. Jackson had made it up. I had let the team down.

The referee called us both back to the centre, and I walked there with a sinking feeling in my gut. I'd blown everything, and the team would hate me for it.

"Your winner!" The referee called out, and as the home crowd howled and whistled, and McDaid's hand began to be raised up, a middle aged man in a suit ran onto the mat and whispered into the referee's ear.

There was a brief discussion before the man stepped back and the referee lifted my arm.

The home fans fell silent, but the roar from our ones made up for it. It was deafening, and a second later I felt my entire body being dragged into the air and carried.

What had happened? My mind raced as dozens of hands held me in place, cheering and celebrating, running with me through the hall.

"He's being arrested!" I heard someone say, and as the team let me down, we all watched as McDaid was led from the mat in handcuffs.

The man in the suit walked over to me and stretched out his hand.

"Congratulations" he smiled, and I felt something being placed into my hand.

"If you want to file charges" he whispered,  "you can reach me here".

He walked away, and I was thankful that he had been discreet.

The team huddled around, and I could see the joy etched on all of their faces. Sure, I hadn't actually beaten McDaid, but I'd won nonetheless.

"So Conor" Jackson grinned, but his voice was hushed so that only our group could hear.

"We've decided that your reward is going to be delayed until you do one more thing".

My smile faded as he spoke. The rewards had been my favourite part of this whole thing, except of course, the moments leading up to this point.

"What?!" I barked and felt the wrestlers around me chuckle.

"Go and spend some time with your dad bro, he's been cheering the loudest since he got here".

The group parted and I found my dad in the crowd once again. He was beaming at me, shaking his fists in celebration and I smiled.

"Once you're done, meet us at Red Rock bar" Jackson said "oh and tell your dad we'll drop you home in the morning, because tonight is gonna be a very long night".