Tag Team - Jayse Version

I used to mine a number of wrestling story websites for raw material for my stories and rewrites. I don't remember where I found the seed for the story below, or who the original author was. Regardless, I hope you enjoy my version...

Oh, and there IS some implied testicular destruction at the end. Maybe a sequel is in order? I'm open to suggestions...  :)


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Tag Team

Based on an original story by an unknown author

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It’s Saturday night and time for the big event. Tonight, Doug and Steve are going to defend their tag-team championship belts against Mike and Carl. A private, no audience rematch between the two enemy teams. The handsome muscle man duo of Doug and Steve have held the title for an unprecedented 15 months, and this match is the culmination of months of kamikaze attacks, battles, fights, and disagreements between the four wrestlers. 

The rules of the match will be those of battle wrestling, 2 out of 3 falls, with the referee having final authority on all matters. Thom has agreed to referee the match. Though Thom is perhaps a bit short for the battle wrestling circuit at only 5'8", he weighs over 280 massive pounds of tremendously thick muscle. The handsome, bull-like stud also had a black belt in karate and grew up on the streets, so he knew he could handle himself in any situation. He has refereed a number of public and private matches in the past and is known for being extremely fair. Still, Thom realizes that tonight's match is going to be a tough one. 

As Thom walks down the aisle in the otherwise empty arena, he sees that Doug and Steve are already in the ring. 

Doug is one hell of a stud, standing 6'1" and weighing a big and beefy 265 pounds of lean and rock solid muscle. He is incredibly handsome, and his physique is awesome, his muscles swollen to enormous dimensions by hours of work in the gym and without a single ounce of fat on his body. He has thick, light brown hair on his head, but his gorgeous torso is almost entirely free of body hair. The 22-year-old Doug has been wrestling for about 4 years, and before that he was a simple farm boy in the Midwest. 

Steve is an even bigger man, standing a full 6'5" and weighing an awesome 325 pounds of pure, bulging muscle. Steve is every bit as handsome as his sexy partner, Doug, and has even done some modeling in the past. He has thick black hair and crystal blue eyes, and a mighty chest coated in a thick mat of dark hair, which continues in a line down his washboard belly. The 25-year-old Steve began lifting weights at the tender age of 13 and has won many bodybuilding contests in his teens and early 20s. He gave up bodybuilding 2 years ago and switched to battle wrestling, where he has been tremendously successful. 

Needless to say, this gorgeous duo is a favorite with the fans, both men and women alike. And they never look better than when pumped from their powerful boxing and wrestling exertions and covered with a thin sheen of manly sweat. 

"Hi guys,” Thom says as he greets the incredibly sexy and muscular pair. “Tonight is going to be a rough one, but remember there are rules. I am going to enforce those rules, and I don't want any trouble out of you," says Thom as he walks over to the corner.

"You know you don't have to worry about us, Thom. You know we’re not dirty fighters. But I’d appreciate it if you’d please keep an eye on the other team," replies Steve, his incredibly deep baritone voice rumbling out of his massive, hairy chest.

“Don't worry about that, I will,” Thom replied. “You two just keep yourselves clean and in line. After the last match you four had, I must be out of my mind for refereeing this one!”

"Sorry Thom,” said Doug as a lopsided and good-natured grin spread across his stunningly handsome face, “but they wanted a private match with no audience and we agreed to that only if you were the referee, since we knew you’d be fair. They didn't like it, but they agreed to it."

"Yeah, I know. Damn, it is hot as hell in here, especially considering that there’s no crowd around and only the central arena lights are on!”

Doug replied, “Yeah, the damned air conditioning unit is apparently on the blink, but our contract says the match has to be tonight, so here we are."

The auditorium doors at the far end of the arena suddenly open and in walk the opponents. Carl enters first. He is 6’ tall and weighs in at 250 meaty pounds, and he would be devastatingly handsome if he didn’t have a wicked and arrogant sneer on his face all the time. Carl has short blond hair and cornflower blue eyes, looking even more the good ol’ farm boy than Doug. The 29-year-old wrestler has been at it for 10 years, and he is known as being willing to do just about anything to win a match. 

His partner, Mike, has the same reputation, only worse. Mike stands 6'2” and weighs a big, beefy 280 pounds, the same weight as the shorter but equally massive Thom. Mike has dark brown hair, thick dark brown stubble, and a thick mat of dark hair on his chest and corrugated belly. Mike is also devastatingly handsome, with a certain working-man look about him. The 32-year-old Mike has been wrestling seriously for about 8 years, before which he was a long-haul trucker. He has been friends and wrestling partners with Carl for many years, and the two make a fearsome team. 

They swagger down to the opposite side of the ring and climb in. Thom walks over and repeats his words of warning to them. Carl looks past Thom at his opponents and replies, "Hey, we'll obey the rules. We don't have to cheat to beat a couple of pussies like those over there. You guys, er, boys, are going to go down tonight and learn how REAL men wrestle."

"Fuck you, asshole!” is Steve's reply.

"Tsk, tsk, the dumb Italian stud over there doesn't even know that guys are supposed to fuck girls and not other guys, Mike. They are even dumber than I thought."

"Now Carl, didn't your mother ever teach you not to pick on the less fortunate than yourself?” replied Mike. “They can't help it that they are too damned stupid to know the facts of life. However, tonight we can teach them the facts of wrestling."

Steve shoots an obscene gesture toward them as Thom calls for the fight to begin. Each team confers for a moment and then Doug and Mike are selected to start for their respective teams. They meet in the center of the ring and immediately lock fingers high overhead in the beginnings of a test of strength. Although Doug is incredibly strong, Mike’s height and weight advantage give him an edge, and he begins to force Doug’s hands down. As the struggle continues, sweat breaks out on the faces of both wrestlers, due in part to the broken air conditioner. Finally, Mike is able to force Doug to his knees. He then kicks his right heel square into Doug's thickly muscled, exposed gut, forcing the wind from his lungs. Mike slips around Doug and secures his powerful legs around Doug's waist, and at the same time he slips his arms under Doug's big guns and locks his fingers behind the neck. Mike now has Doug in a combination body scissors and full nelson. He applies full force to both holds. 

"Going to try to squeeze a little of that fat out of your head, dummy,” Mike says with a strained chuckle. 

Both Mike and Carl know that Doug's weak point is his "staying" capacity. If they could knock the wind out him by applying pressure they could wear him down…which is one of the reasons why they bribed the arena’s handyman to make sure the air conditioner was malfunctioning.

Mike begins squeezing and relaxing both holds in an unpredictable pattern. Doug's ribs and neck are in great pain. Summoning his strength, Doug slowly begins bringing both of his massive arms down, finally breaking the full nelson. He immediately places his hands on Mike's feet in an effort to pry them apart. As Doug is exerting all his efforts into separating the powerful legs, Mike throws a solid punch into the farm boy’s left kidney, causing Doug to scream in pain.

"Come on Thom, he punched him with his fist, make him break it," screams Steve from the corner.

Thom asks Mike if he punched Doug, which Mike denies, and since Thom didn't see the blow because of his positioning, there is nothing he can do. Mike releases the scissors, stands up, pulls Doug to his feet, and throws him back first into Carl's extended knee. As Thom goes over to warn Carl about outside interference, Mike goes to the opponent's corner and throws a right to Steve's lantern jaw, and then flips the dazed wrestler over the ropes and into the ring. As Steve rises to his feet and approaches Mike, who has begun retreating to his corner, the referee steps between the two wrestlers. "All right, Steve, back to your corner. You can't just come into the ring."

"Hey, he attacked me and..."

"I don't want to hear it! Just get the fuck out of the ring!”

Meanwhile, Carl turns Doug into the ropes and pulls his throat across the top rope, bearing down on his handsome head. Mike grabs Doug's feet and lifts them into the air. The only point of support of Doug's weight is his neck across the rope.

Carl leans over to Doug's ear and whispers, "Where's your partner? Why isn't he over here trying to help you instead of tying the referee up so that we can hurt you? Doesn't he know that he is supposed to be helping you and not us?”

Of course, seeing this treatment only enrages Steve more and he tries to get to the corner to help his partner. This only causes further delay as the referee continues to force Steve back to his corner. Once again Mike and Carl have chosen to work on Steve's weak point - his temper. Seizing the last available moment before the ref returns, Mike throws a hard fist into the big, vulnerable balls of his hapless opponent. The over-stuffed protective cup Doug is wearing lessens the impact of the blow, but does not prevent the effect altogether.

Both Mike and Carl release Doug, who crashes to the mat. His hands drop to cup his hurting balls while he struggles to catch his breath. Mike drops a knee into the man’s lower back, and then brings Doug to his feet. Mike tags his partner, lifts Doug and drops him back first across the outstretched knee of Carl, who has just entered the ring. The ref warns both wrestlers, but the action had occurred during the five count between tags, so it was technically legal. 

Carl rolls Doug onto his back and delivers a double-handed fist deep into the exposed midsection. Again, the ref warns him about his action, but Carl simply laughs as he delivers a knee drop into Doug’s muscular gut. Doug is now in a great deal of pain. Still close by his corner, Carl quickly rolls Doug onto his stomach and applies a Boston crab. The pain is quickly situated in Doug's lower back and abdominals. Locking both ankles under his armpits, Carl sits back applying even more pressure. The ref is down on the mat at Doug's head asking if he submits and does not see Mike reach across the ropes and deliver a pounding fist into the exposed crotch of his helpless opponent. Doug lets out a loud cry of pain, which the ref assumes is from the crab hold. Again, Mike unloads another mighty ball shot.

"You fucking bastard!!" Steve screams as he jumps into the ring after the second ball shot and charges across the ring, delivering a forearm smash to the back of Carl's neck. The ref quickly intercedes and begins forcing Steve back toward his corner, ignoring the protests emanating from the huge, dark-haired bodybuilder. 

Mike drops to the floor, reaches up and grabs both of Doug's ankles and pulls with all his strength, driving the young stud’s packed crotch into the steel corner post with devastating force. Doug screams as his nuts are flattened against the unyielding pole. Steve only renews his attempts to reach his partner, but is restrained by the ref. Carl, having recovered from Steve's blow, rolls Doug onto his back and delivers a standing knee drop into the crotch, mashing Doug's own hands deeper into his hurting nuts. Doug is now in a great deal of pain and trouble.

No longer able to control himself, Steve violently pushes Thom to one side and charges into his opponents’ corner. He takes a wild swing at Carl but misses, since Carl was expecting him. The force of the swing carries Steve into the corner where Mike, still standing on the floor, reaches through the ropes and jerks Steve off his feet. He lands, unfortunately, on Doug, his tremendously muscular 325 pounds of pure stud beef forcing his partner’s hands even deeper into his hurting balls and knocking the remaining breath from his lungs. Carl quickly pulls Steve to his feet and throws him across the ring and back first into his own corner. The ref meets him there and begins a severe berating for striking the ref and forces Steve to leave the ring.

Meanwhile, Mike reaches into Doug's trunks and manages to remove the protective cup he is wearing, totally exposing Doug's crotch for further potential abuse. Mike also takes the opportunity to wrap his fist around the base of Doug’s huge nuts and give them a violent tug. Doug’s fist-sized nuts are so enormous – earning him the nickname ‘Moose’ – that Mike can’t crush them both at the same time in his big fist, but he gives them a quick mauling anyway before placing Doug’s cup in his own trunks, quickly rearranging his own huge cock and balls so that there can be no proof of what occurred. He had deliberately not worn a protective cup in case this opportunity arose. 

Carl seizes the opportunity -- and Doug's gigantic balls -- as he locks a two fisted nut cracker on his now defenseless opponent. Doug bellows in excruciating pain, but Carl keeps squeezing the hunk’s supremely beefy bull balls until he sees Thom start to turn from the corner. He then releases the hold and tags in his partner. While Mike is entering the ring, Carl pulls Doug to his feet and throws him chest first into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, he is met with a forearm blow across the lower back.

Doug drops to his knees from the forearm, but is lifted to his feet by Mike. Mike lifts him over his head and performers a back breaker across his bent knee. He repeats the vicious back breaker two more times on his stunned opponent. However, the fourth time Mike raises Doug into the air, he bounces off the rope and drives Doug to the mat in a power slam. Doug's lower back is now in a great agony, aching almost as much as his badly bruised nuts. Mike drags Doug to his corner and applies a Boston crab while facing the corner. Seizing the first available opportunity, Carl unloads a roundhouse fist into Doug's exposed and now totally vulnerable crotch, nailing his huge balls with the devastating punch and causing the handsome farm stud to bellow in agony.

"Thom, watch the damned fist from outside the ring!!” Steve bellows as he charges into the ring.

As Thom forces Steve back to his corner, Mike releases one leg and drops an elbow into his opponent's crotch, smashing and grinding Doug’s screaming balls. This elbow smash finally proves to be more than Doug can tolerate, and he bellows his submission. However, since Thom is across the ring and Steve is shouting at him, the referee misses the first submission, giving Mike and Carl time for three more low blows to Doug's rapidly swelling bull balls. Finally, however, Thom hears the submission and calls for the break. Mike releases the hold, delivers a stomp kick to Doug's lower back, and then exits the ring.

"Hey watch the extra blows. The man submitted and the fall is over," Thom yells at Mike as he exits the ring. "As the rules state there is a 20 minutes intermission before the next fall." Thom glances at his watch and sees the time is 8:40, as he wipes the perspiration off of his face.

As Doug lays curled up in a little ball on the mat, cupping his huge aching balls and trying to cope with the considerable agony inflicted on his family jewels and manhood, Steve goes over to Thom. "Hey, how about applying the rules like you’re being paid to do, Thom?! Damn, you let them get away with fists, outside interference, and every damned thing else!”

Thom yells back, "Maybe if you stayed in the corner like you were supposed too, I could keep an eye on them! But you keep charging in the ring all the time, and I can't be two different places at once!"

Steve is infuriated by Thom’s comments and grabs the much shorter man by the collar. "Well, you little bastard, if you would do your duty, I wouldn't have to charge into the ring to protect my partner from the opponents and a worthless asshole of a referee like you!!”

In a very controlled but authoritative voiced Thom replies, "Get your damned hands off me, and if you touch me again, you'll forfeit the match and, as the contract states, the title does change hands on a disqualification. I suggest you get your act together before you find yourself as an ex-champion." As Thom had been talking he pushed Steve back into the corner and with the last comment jabs him in his mammoth chest with his finger and then turns and walks away.

Steve is seeing red at this point. Thom goes back to the center of the ring and looks at his watch, which reads 8:50, which means that 10 minutes have elapsed. Fed up with the bullshit from Steve, Thom decides to take a little revenge and calls for the next fall to begin. The handsome Doug is still is a lot of pain, but has at least managed to get to his feet.

"Hey come on. We are supposed to have 20 minutes, and it hasn't been that long yet," complains Steve.

"It is now 8:50 and the last fall ended at 8:30, which means 20 minutes have elapsed and it is time for the second fall to begin. So unless you want to forfeit the match, let’s get started."

Doug managed to get back to his feet with a little help in the neutral corner, but his balls are still in considerable pain. As Thom signals for the match to begin, Mike charges into the corner, seizes Doug by his right arm, and executes an arm drag. Doug hits the mat and what little wind he managed to recover is once again knocked from his lungs. Mike pulls him to his feet and slings him across the ring into Carl's knee. Doug bounces off the knee with a scream and collapses to the mat. Thom goes over to warn Carl about outside interference and, of course, Steve begins screaming and yelling. "Come on, Thom, stop the double teaming!! Why don't you assholes fight fair!?”

Mike stretches Doug's left leg out and holds it by the ankle. He tags Carl, who enters the ring by leaping over the top rope and landing with his right foot on Doug's outstretched knee. Steve begins going crazy at this and starts yelling at Thom and rapidly pacing up and down the ring apron like some crazed caged beast. Thom walks partway across the ring to warn Steve to stay in his corner, and as Mike exits the ring, he delivers a short right jab to Doug's wounded crotch. Carl then pulls Doug out into the middle of the ring and delivers a series of knee drops to the left knee region. He next applies a step over toe hold with as much pressure as possible placed on the knee. Doug is considerable pain now, not only in his lower back and crotch, but now in his knee as well.

Slowly, Doug begins to make his way over toward his corner. Just as he gets within range for a tag, Mike jumps in the ring and starts for the two wrestlers. Seeing this, Thom intervenes. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?! Get the fuck out of the ring NOW!!” he screams as he forces Mike back toward his corner. Meanwhile, Doug tags Steve, who charges into the ring.

Carl drops the farm boy’s big, muscular legs and backs up as Steve plows toward him. "Hey, Thom, get this asshole out of here! He can't just come in any time he wants to!”

Thom approaches Steve, "Hey, out of the ring! You have to wait for a tag!”

"What in the hell are you talking about!?! We DID tag, but you were too busy allowing yourself to be distracted!!”

"Look, I didn't see a tag, so there was no tag, now get out of the ring!" 

"Shit, Thom! You're a better ref than that! That has got to be the oldest damned trick in the book. Use your fat head for something!!”

As the argument rages between Steve and Thom, Carl drags Doug back to his corner and prepares him for the next torture. Doug's neck is placed across the lower rope. Carl then lifts Doug's feet and applies a Boston crab. Now the pain of the crab is not only situated within his lower back, but also his neck as he is choked. Doug's only recourse is to try to lift his neck off the rope, by using his hands to lift himself up. However, not having the strength to dislodge Carl, this simply furthers the pain in his lower back. Mike enters the ring, slips around to face Doug's exposed basket, and nails him with a couple of quick short jabs into Doug's massive exposed balls. Seeing this over Thom's shoulder further infuriates Steve, and he tries to go help his partner, but Thom is having none of that. 

"Hey Doug, where the hell is your partner? Oh, never mind, I see him. He is keeping the ref busy for us so that we can have all the fun we want with you over here," Mike taunts Doug.

Finally, Steve pushes Thom away and charges across the ring. Carl sees him coming, drops the crab and warns Mike. However, Steve manages to get a shot to the back of Mike's head before he can react. There is a flurry of hands and arms as Steve goes after Carl, who is fending the furious muscle giant off as best as he can. Mike recovers and manages to deliver a kidney punch to the solid muscular wall of Steve's massive back. He then grabs him by the arm and the back of the head, charges Steve across the ring, and tosses him over the top rope near his corner. Steve tries to grab the ropes to help break his fall, but only manages to catapult his lower back full force across the edge of the ring apron, and he drops to the floor in a great deal of pain.

Thom manages to recover and sends Mike out of the ring. In the meantime, Carl has begun working on Doug's enormous heavy nuts with a series of blows, knee drops, and stomps while near their corner. Then, in full view of Thom, Carl drives both hands into Doug's crotch applies a vicious nutcracker to his rapidly swelling basket. Thom forces Carl to break the crotch claw. He gets between Doug and Carl and reads Carl the riot act. While Thom is not looking, Mike pulls the left leg of Doug under the ropes and, holding onto the ankle, wraps the knee around the turn buckle with as much force as possible. Thom turns around at Doug's scream and warns Mike about outside interference. Carl pulls Doug back into the center of the ring and applies a figure four with the pressure on the left knee.

Steve has managed to recover and climbs back up into the ring and starts after Carl. Seeing this, Thom intervenes and begins sending him back toward the corner. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mike enters the ring running. He rebounds off the ropes and drops his entire 280 pounds of muscular weight across the tangle of legs in the figure four. Carl has maneuvered his leg such a way that his boot is resting in Doug's crotch, so that when Mike lands on the figure four, not only does he increase the pressure on the knee tremendously, but also forces Carl's booted foot deep into their opponent's abused cock and horrifically battered balls. Doug lets out a tremendous scream, which further infuriates Steve, but Thom manages to prevent him from going to his partner's aid. Mike repeats the maneuver and Doug feels something in his left knee give, and with the tremendous pain, screams his submission.

Mike rolls out of the ring before Thom can see him, and as Thom turns, Doug is repeating his submission over and over. Thom calls for the match to be over and Carl releases the hold, exiting the ring. Thom goes to the floor and announces, "Mike and Carl have won two out of three falls and are the new tag-team champions." He then turns to them and says, "Help me get Doug out of the ring and onto the floor here."

Steve is absolutely apoplectic with rage at this turn of events. As Thom re-enters the ring to check on Doug, he is grabbed by Steve, who delivers a right to the man’s square jaw. Steve then lifts the short muscle hulk from the mat and slings him off the ropes and delivers a knee to the midsection, doubling Thom up on the mat. 

While this has been occurring, Mike and Carl pull Doug from the ring and lay him on the floor. They then enter the ring and attack Steve from behind. First Carl throws an upper cut forearm between Steve's spread legs, nailing his big meaty balls dead center with annihilating force. Then, after a series of punches and blows to the head, back, and abdomen, each one grabs an arm and hold him up as Thom gets to this feet.

"You fucking son of a bitch!! I'll teach you to attack a referee with a lesson that you will never forget!” Thom screams as he delivers an instep kick into the crotch of the spread-eagled Steve. Steve is also wearing a protective cup, but it cracks in two from the sheer brutal force of the blow. The huge man’s balls survive the blow intact, but Steve still feels the awesome force behind Thom's kick. 

Thom walks over to him and shoves his hands deep into Steve's trunks. He feels around Steve’s thick, uncut cock and massive balls until he locates the broken pieces of the cup, which he roughly removes from Steve’s trunks, raking the broken pieces over Steve’s orange-sized balls. "This way, you can get the full effect of my kick," Thom taunts as he steps back and measures the distance. The instep kick sails towards the target and lands dead center, directly into Steve’s unprotected bull balls and all but crushing them flat. Twice more the instep kick is repeated. Lighting bolts of pain shoot up from Steve's crotch like a hot flame as the kicks find their mark, all but busting his huge, screaming nuts. He bellows from the pain, and nauseous feelings rise from his crotch and stomach.

"Tie him to the ropes," Thom demands. Smiling wickedly, Mike and Carl quickly move their hurting opponent to the ropes and bind his massive, 25” arms between the upper and middle ropes. Thom rips the trunks and jock strap from the colossal muscle hunk and stuffs the sweaty jock into Steve's mouth. Steve’s huge, limp cock dangles heavy and thick, over 8” long even fully soft, and his huge, hairy, grapefruit-sized balls hang ponderously below his huge cock, completely vulnerable. "Okay, if each of you 'gentlemen' will grab a leg and hold it up." Looking at each other with puzzlement, Mike and Carl do as they are asked.

Steve is now completely helpless. His partner is totally out of action on the floor. His own massive arms are bound in the ropes, rendering his phenomenal strength useless. His mouth is stuffed with his own musty jock strap to muffle any screams. His massively muscular legs are being held up and spread wide apart by two powerful dirty wrestlers, leaving his naked balls and manhood fully exposed. 

Thom calmly walks up and grabs the base of Steve's balls in his left hand, and then yanks them cruelly downward. He draws back his right hand delivers a powerful karate thrust into the balls, while his left hand acts as a backstop for the action. Steve screams and chokes on the jockstrap and tries desperately to clamp his legs together for protection. But Mike and Carl have his legs tightly held, and separate them even farther. Thom begins a series of thrusts and punches with his right hand into the exposed balls, flattening them against is left fist. Again and again, Thom’s fist lands full force in the dark-haired stud’s enormous nuts, brutally pummeling the man’s mammoth testicles. The huge muscle giant can feel his mighty bull nuts gradually weakening and breaking down from the unbelievably vicious abuse, and he knows Thom isn’t going to stop until he’s rendered completely and permanently sterile! Finally, Steve passes out from the unimaginable pain in his rapidly swelling balls.

Thom lands an additional dozen or so obliterating punches into Steve’s now ridiculously swollen and profoundly mushy nuts before finally stopping. 

"Okay, let him down,” Thom orders the two new wrestling champs. “Listen, I've got to get some help for Doug there. Considering the condition his knee is in, I don't think you guys are going to have to worry about a rematch within the 3 months allowed for in the contract. But just to be sure, why don't you take this big piece of shit back to the dressing room and have more fun with him? Now, don't damage him TOO badly, as we don’t want to kill him or anything. But I'm sure you can come up with a way to make sure he doesn't demand his rematch. Might I suggest some more abuse to those obscenely oversized bull balls of his? I swear, they certainly grow them big back in Iowa! I'll join you as soon as Doug is taken care of. Oh, and don't worry about Steve complaining to anybody. I mean, after all, everyone knows I am a honest and straightforward referee -- at least to those assholes that deserve it."

Mike and Carl laugh as Mike picks up the huge, battered hunk and throws Steve over his shoulder. Carl has his fist locked tightly around the dark-haired giant’s swelling balls as they head for the dressing rooms, alternately crushing and pulling on the stud’s already brutalized bull nuts. "Carl, did you bring your shaving kit?” Mike asks his partner. “I mean, everyone knows that pussies keep their bodies shaved, and this is just one big pussy after all."

Carl replies, “Yup, I sure did. We can start by shaving these huge, hairy nuts of his. Heck, maybe we’ll just chop the huge things off of him! What do you think?”

“Not a bad idea,” says Mike. “The big dude doesn’t DESERVE to keep a set of bull nuts this massive! But first, let’s beat the shit out of these huge balls, and make this stud blow his seed all over us before we nut him. I want these huge baby makers spraying their sperm all over the floor before we pulverize them into baby food. ” 

Thom watches as the two new champions take their prize to the dressing room, and then walks over to the phone to get help for Doug. As he dials, Thom grabs Doug’s own horse-sized nuts through his trunks and crushes the already battered nuts in his free hand. As Thom further mauls the big hunk’s aching bull balls, he says to himself, "Doug, oh boy, has your partner gotten you into a lot of trouble! And he hit a referee as well! But don't worry, he'll pay for both of those errors tonight, and, who knows, maybe longer as well. Maybe at lot longer indeed…"