Aftermath of a Suspension punk_wrestler2000

Cody was still irate at the decision to suspend him for two weeks. He still felt he had done nothing wrong and was being unjustly punished. This was wrestling. It was a rough sport. People got injured. If Kale could not handle his whipping without his father's intervention, then he should not be wrestling.

Cody walked to his locker and grabbed his sweats. He slammed the locker door with authority and headed home.

He had just entered the parking lot when, he was approached by Kevin.

Cody disliked Kevin immensely, but knew it had been Kevin's father that had gotten his suspension reduced from one month to two weeks.

Cody was surprised Kevin was alone. Kevin stood directly in front of Cody. "You owe me, muscleboy. We will discuss my repayment soon."

Cody said nothing. He wondered if Kevin had been part of this from the beginning.

Kevin stood his ground. "Watch your back, muscleboy. Rumor has it Trace and Kale are gunning for you."

Cody nodded, then flexed his huge biceps. "Let them try. I handled Kale, I surely can handle Trace."

Kevin nodded. "Just be careful. I don't like members of my stable damaged before title matches."

Cody's face flashed anger, "Don't think little man just because your father got my suspension reduced, that I am one of your BOYS. I'm not. I make my own way without anyone. Now back off or you will be my next victim."

Kevin just grinned and walked away. As he did he made a hand gesture to someone. Cody turned and walked home.

He had only gone a couple blocks when he felt someone move behind him and take him down. A big muscled arm locked around his throat.

Cody was drug to his feet. He looked as Trace stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

Kale was holding Cody around the throat with his good arm. Trace stepped forward. "Now we are going to give you something to think about while you are suspended."

Trace fired two solid right hands into Cody's previously injured ribs. Cody felt his legs start to buckle from the power of the blows. He glanced around but saw he was alone.

Trace started unloading big punches to Cody's body. He was mad at the way Cody had worked over his partner and best friend. Now he was going to deliver a subtle message to the muscleboy.

Trace's powerful punches tore into Cody's ripped stomach and his rib cage. Trace showed no mercy as he hammered on the now winded muscleboy and heavyweight champ.

Cody heard fast approaching footsteps. He knew who ever it was would not be soon enough to save him from Trace's brutal beating. Trace was slugging power punch after power punch to Cody's sore ribs and now weakened stomach.

Kale finally let Cody sink to his knees. Using his good arm and with Trace's help they lifted the gasping teen muscleboy to his feet. They each slammed a big knee to Cody's stomach than followed with a knee to his ribs. Cody dropped to his knees clutching his side. Trace landed one last front kick to Cody's chest. Cody fell to his back breathing hard.

Trace looked down at the gasping muscleboy. "When your suspension is over, we want you and Dane in the ring. We will take the titles from you." Trace laid one more brutal kick to Cody's ribs. He and Kale then turned and walked away.

Cody lie on the ground wheezing and trying to get his breath. He felt someone helping him to his feet. When he opened his eyes, he saw it was of all people Tyson and Brett.

Tyson and Brett placed Cody's arms across their shoulders and helped the beaten muscleboy home.

Dane watched for a discrete distance. He wondered why Tyson and Brett were assisting Cody.