Amateur ambushed: Jerred's Beating - 1 RyanCarrWeber

Following their match for the right to be in the MW title match, Brett and Jerred walked back to the changing area, where Kevin waited with his posse, of which Jerred suddenly remembered Brett was a member. Kevin, after only a moment of consideration of how many other wrestlers were around to keep him in check, patted Jerred on the back, congratulating him for his victory. "Man, Brett's tough, but I guess you're just tougher. Good job man." Jerred was unsure but thanked Kevin. As Jerred was changing (really just pulling warmups on over his singlet), Kevin came up to him from behind and put a hand on the amateur's back, saying, "hey, man.... are you busy tonight?" Jerred shook his head 'no,' and Kevin went on, "well, if you feel like doing something, me and the boys are gonna hang out tonight at Pat's place and watch a few movies. We'd love to have you along.... you party, right?"

It took Jerred a few moments to realize Kevin was talking about alcohol. He was unsure, but Kevin's posse really was elite, and having people watching your back could be useful.... "Sure, Kevin... first time for everything, right?" Kevin smiled broadly, and the boys all left in Pat's car for the heavyweight's house. As soon as the boys got to Pat's house, the pretense dropped. Kevin, Brett, Martin, Rusty, Tyson and Pat converged on the unsuspecting middleweight with such immediacy and force that he was, despite his best effort, subdued by the tag team of Tyson and Brett. They dragged him down to the basement, where Pat had some wrestling mats (Pat was a true aficionado of the sport).

Jerred: 155

Kevin: 128

Tyson: 160

Brett: 165

Martin: 170

Rusty: 206

Pat: 227

Tyson and Brett held Jerred, who was pleading to be let go as Kevin walked up to within inches of him. Jerred had never wanted to get in anyone's way, he insisted, he just wanted to win his matches. He apologized, fruitlessly, to Brett, but the tag team just continued to hold him. "What do you think, boys?" Kevin asked of Pat, Rusty and Martin. Rusty and Martin shrugged, but Pat offered a suggestion.... "how about a handicap match? If he wins, he's in. If he doesn't, he'll be feeling it for a week anyway." Kevin smiled, liking this idea. He got a six-sided die from a board game on a nearby shelf. "The numbers, guys, will correspond to our weights. I'm one, Pat's six... you get it." He tossed the die once, and rolled a 3. Brett declined to fight the amateur again, wanting to give someone else a chance, so Kevin rolled again. A six. Pat accepted happily. One more time, Kevin rolled the cube of chance, and 4 came up. It would be Jerred, who had been given no choice on the matter of the match, versus both Martin and Pat.

Jerred objected but was told his choices were either a 2-on-1 match or a 6-on-1 beating. He chose the former. Pat decided to start, and he met Jerred in the circle at the center of the spacious basement. Kevin shouted, 'go,' and Jerred, feeling almost at home on the amateur mats, dove for a single-leg takedown. He hooked the leg, but Pat didn't budge, no matter how hard Jerred pulled on the knee and pushed into the heavyweight's gut. Pat laughed, as did the other boys, and Jerred panicked, withdrawing. He walked nervously to the edge of the mat, where he shed his shirt and warm-ups, leaving just his singlet on. He was already sweating. He returned to center mat, and went again for a single-leg takedown. Pat, again, just stood there and shortly slammed a double forearm to the kid's back.

Jerred fell to his knees, arms still around Pat's leg, and the heavyweight smashed his forearms again accross the lighter wrestler's back. Jerred was on all fours from the power of Pat's blows, and another made sure he stayed there. Pat 'tagged' in Martin, who pulled the boy into a full nelson in front of Pat. The heavyweight smiled, thinking to himself, 'let's pretend this kid is Cody next week...' and slammed a muscle-powered fist into Jerred's taut, but nonetheless ill-equipped abs. The middleweight doubled over, falling into a fetal position on the mat, and Martin powered him back to his feet. Jerred got off a fist to the other middleweight's gut, but the punch was weak and Martin's powerful abs deflected it with a minimum of effort.

Martin kneed the middleweight in the groin, and laughed at Kevin's feigned and over-dramatic warning about low-blows as Jerred crumpled to the mat. Again, the amateur was pulled up by his hair, and tied in the 'ropes' - Tyson and Brett each holding one of his arms. Martin fired a series of fists into Jerred's gut, his lean muscle slowly eroding away the defense provided by Jerred's lean but muscular abs. Jerred was wincing and in major pain already as Martin motioned for Tyson and Brett to drop him. He leaned over Jerred, saying in a very concerned tone, "you can submit anytime you want this to end." Jerred did his best to spit at Martin, for he was now furious and angry at himself as well for even coming here. Martin laughed, "look, guys, the kid's angry!" He 'tagged' pat, and the two dropped simultaneous elbows into Jerred's already aching gut.

Pat pulled the teen to his feet, almost admiring Jerred's attempt to punch Pat in the gut. Pat realized too late that Jerred was going low, and the amateur got a handful of Pat's crotch and squeezed for all he was worth. Pat dropped him and fell to his knees, holding his crotch, cursing at Jerred, "oh, you're gonna pay, you little fuck." Martin was on the amateur immediately, stomping him into the mat, and the other four soon joined him out of anger at the lowblow. Jerred felt totally helpless and defeated as his body was assaulted by the five wrestlers, all stomping his now-prone form. They continued to do so for a minute until Pat, his crotch no longer radiating hurt, was ready to continue. When the circle around Jerred cleared, he was not moving and barely conscious, lying on his back. Pat approached, and took an arm in each hand, hesitating not a second before stomping with all his 227 pounds into the amateurs nuts, trapped very conveniently in one place by his singlet.

Martin re-joined the 'match,' sitting on Jerred's chest and choking the boy with his own singlet straps, causing a panic which Jerred experienced fully, having been brought back to full consciousness by the kick to his crotch. Pat still held the boy's feet, and after a moment, he stomped again. Jerred felt he would be sick, and tried in vain to push Martin off him as Pat stomped a third time into his aching groin. Jerred's stomach was contracting as his lower belly felt suddenly much heavier, not helped by Martin's butt pressing down into it. The other middleweight got off soon, though, leaving Pat to finish getting out his anger at being hit low. The heavyweight pulled the beaten amateur to his feet and warned him, "if you ever hit me there again, you won't live to do it a third time." Jerred felt a pang of anger at the injustice of this whole situation, and another thread of panic, which was soon replaced by pain as Pat lifted him and slammed his back into a support pole a few feet away.

Jerred's back was aching, as his back was crushed between Pat and the metal pole. Pat then powerslammed the amateur to the mat, and pressed a hand down on his chest for a pin, which Kevin counted eagerly. Jerred was relieved to think it was over. Kevin helped him to his feet. Jerred pointed tiredly over at his clothes, but Kevin corrected him, "no, no, man.... this is an old-school match. best out of three. and the last win gotta be submission." Jerred wanted to cry. Before he could complain, Martin had clotheslined him back down to the mat, which Kevin found very amusing, erupting into laughter at Jerred's expense. Kevin continued to egg on his boys, suggesting moves and holds as he had throughout. Martin pulled Jerred to his feet, and picked him up from behind in a slam postion. Martin's hand was on Jerred's crotch, and the middleweight squeezed, adding injury to injury as he also rammed Jerred's gut into the pole.

Jerred fell to the floor in a heap, not able even to shout his pain. A low whimper emanated from the teen, punctuated by grunts of pain as blows fell. Which they did - Martin sat humiliatingly on Jerred's face and began to lob punches to his well-developed pecs. Jerred was too tired to flex and his pecs were soon mashed to sore uselessness by the muscular middleweight. Kevin was loving it as Pat re-entered the action, butt-stomping Jerred's chest and sitting there for a few seconds. No pin was counted, to Jerred's disappointment, and Pat got up. An elbow to the amateur's chest continued the abuse there, and then a gutbuster over Pat's knee ensured that Jerred would not be doing his normal hundred sit-ups that night. Again, the 'ropes' were used to hold Jerred's arms, while this time Pat fired a barrage of rights and lefts into the beaten middleweight's bruised abs. Jerred just wanted it to end, as he was sore through and through, but Pat continued.

When the heavyweight was done his punching, he powerslammed the boy to the mats and mockingly pinned him... "oh wait... the next win has to be a submission! silly me!..." Jerred was not amused, and angry still despite his pain as Martin pulled him up and slammed him right back down. Martin climbed onto a chair, from which he elbow-dropped the beaten middleweight not once, but three times in succession. A splash from Pat followed, and then Jerred was pulled to his feet by the heavyweight. Pat pulled his 'opponent' into a bearhug, squeezing Jerred's thin waist with his massive arms as Jerred hung limply against him. The hold lasted several minutes, during which Kevin's boys took turns paddling Jerred's bum with a broomstick to make sure he didn't fall asleep in Pat's crush. The singlet offered little protection as the broomstick smacked his ass again and again, each wrester giving their all until Rusty, strongest next to Pat, smacked a scream out of Jerred.

This seemed to be the required reaction, and Pat dropped the boy to the mat. Sitting on Jerred's chest, Pat looked down at him. "Submit," Pat ordered. Jerred did. "Say you're a loser," Pat ordered. Jerred did. "Say you're sorry you took Brett's title shot," Pat ordered. Jerred refused. He could not do that. Something within him - that same anger - kept him from being able to say that. Pat was furious. He got up, pulling Jerred with him, and slammed the boy's head into the pole, opening a small cut. Martin re-entered the action, kneeling behind Jerred and getting him into a low full nelson, while Pat rained blows down on the boy's bloodied head. The cut was small, but Pat's heavy blows aggravated it and Jerred had to eventually scream his appology to Brett and promise to fight him immediately if he won the title. The abuse then stopped, and Jerred was allowed to fall, beaten, face-down to the mat, his sweat-soaked singlet offering no support or warmth in the drafty basement as the six teens he now hated went back upstairs to start that movie.

Jerred was in too much pain to pass out, and so he just laid there, grateful for the half-hour reprieve until he heard steps on the basement stairs. Jerred turned his head to look and see Rusty, Kevin, and Tyson coming over to him. Kevin was smiling. "Our turn." Jerred shook his head in disbelief as Tyson dropped full-weight onto his lower back, and pulled his chin back into a painful camel clutch. Kevin shoved his crotch into Jerred's face. "That's real man," Kevin laughed and then began to fire his own series of punches to the opened forehead of Jerred, which had healed into a scab but now began to bleed again. As he beat him, Kevin explained, "tonight never happened - and if we find out you've said otherwise, tonight will happen again, worse."

Rusty took over then for Kevin, holding Jerred's face in his left hand as he hit with the right. Jerred was slightly more rested and aware than he had been, and bit the crook of Rusty's thumb, immediately regretting it. "Damn, guys, the kid still has some fight in him." Tyson got off of Jerred, and pulled him to his feet. Tyson and Kevin held Jerred in place as Rusty assaulted his chest and gut and crotch with yet more punches. Rusty also knew judo, and displayed this readily with kicks and chops to the amateur's singlet-clad torso. Jerred was let fall to his stomach, and Kevin and Tyson each grabbed a leg, performing a two-on-one Boston Crab that stretched the amateur painfully. Rusty, meanwhile, dropped legs and butt-stomps to Jerred's upper back. After almost five minutes of this, the three got up and stomped on the teen some more. Jerred was praying for reprieve, but all he got were three more opponents as Pat, Brett and Martin came back down to the basement. All six stomped Jerred, who covered his chest and gut as best he could.

At this point, the amateur was barely feeling the individual blows anymore, but rather felt an overpowering, dull ache throughout his body. All five of Kevin's boys, at his direction, "practiced" their powerslams and then powerbombs on the wasted teen, and finally all six piled on top of Jerred for a final pin, with Kevin on top of the heap. When Pat, the lowest, got up from Jerred, the wasted teen had finally passed out. Kevin laughingly stripped Jerred of his singlet, which he threw in a corner, and directed his boys to continue the abuse. All abstained from further beating, except Pat, who was still fuming over the earlier lowblow. So while Martin, Rusty and the tag team went back upstairs, Pat and Kevin continued for the next few minutes to stomp, legdrop and splash Jerred's naked, unconscious body, leaving him beaten and passed out, covered in sweat, and aching from head to toe when they finally went upstairs to watch a second movie.