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The scenario: Two beefy heels working over a pair of skinny young jobbers in a double bearhug trap.

A powerful hand gripped my neck forcefully, yanking me like a rag doll heather and tether. The world spun, like a tiny boat caught in a typhoon. How long hand it been? Less than three minutes? It hardly made a difference, with these two monsters working us over every moment felt like an eternity, the pain slowing time down to a crawl.

Please boss, all I ask is for a merciful end, finish it. Thankfully I sensed these beefy heels were lining us up for the final act.

Us? I wondered vaguely where Lucas was. Conscious even? I'd lost track of him almost as soon as this beat down had begun. My world shrunk down and simplified to one goal, merely trying to stay lucid and in the game. As the thought of Lucas hung in my mind the sweaty palm that gripped my neck spun me round and I saw him on the other side of the ring, in the grip of that other burly beast.

Poor sweet Lucas. Slender, youthful and wire muscled, dazed and disorientated he obviously hadn't faired any better than me. Don't worry pal, their going to finish us off now.

The hand on my neck suddenly jerked forward and the tight grip released, propelling me forward like a shell out of an artillery gun. Unable to stop myself, my legs carried me headlong forward, towards the middle of the ring. Lucas similarly shoved raced to incept me from the other side.

“Owff”. Our twin yelps of pain intermingled as we collied with bone jarring force in the middle of the ring. Our slim bony bodies offering no insulation from the force of the impact. Damn that’s going to bruise tomorrow. We stood half standing, half slouched in each others arms in the middle of the ring. Leant up against each for support, abs muscles pressed against each other.

“Don't worry, it's nearly over” I whispered in his ear. “Arrrrhh” with a tone of relief was his pained response.

Over Lucas's shoulder I saw the monster that had shoved him closing on our position, stalking up behind him and I felt my own tormentor press against my back. Surrounded, outweighed and outmatched, they stood head and shoulders above us. I felt like I was back at the wrestling academy again, being out witted by my trainer. Lucas shouting some advice from off the mats.

But my training teacher had always know when to call it quits and Lucas, my tag partner since we graduated together wasn't outside the ring at all, but right here alongside me in this Hell. Looking up over his Lucas shoulder into the eyes of the heel pressed against his back, it dawned on me with a growing sense of dread that these guys weren't yet finished with us at all. He had a wicked grin on his face that said “pain”.

Pressing us firmly, bodily into each other, they locked their tree trunk arms together around their waists, trapping our midsection’s in between and hauled us off our feet, their bellies to the small of our backs, so each of us looked 'out' over the others shoulder and at eye level with a respective heel. Each jobber facing his own vista of hell.

Releasing what was coming and out of sheer desperation I yelled out “Mercy!” I heard another twin cry with my own, Lucas voice laced with fear now. But those dark eyes stared back contemptuously and his grin simply grew even wider.

Mind racing with fear, adrenaline pumping through my veins, time slowing even further I caste my gaze around for something, anything that would stop them. I turned to Lucas, he always came up with a way out when the match wasn’t going so well, he was always the quick thinker under stress. His lithe body moving like lightening and executing dazzling moves.

Lucas gaze fell on mine simultaneously. He didn't have any ideas, his eyes were wide discs of fear. All our youthful speed wasn't going to save us now. It must only have been a split second since my cry for mercy had gone unheeded, but we had nothing left to lose now. Begging, submitting, pleading were the only way out.

As the heels arms tensed, muscles bulging and the first tug of pressure secured itself around our twin waists I cried out “No, please, don't. You'll crush us, we'll never be able to wrestle again!” his yellow toothed grin remained locked in place, the grip on our waists tightened slightly.

Lucas added in a strained voice “Please man, we've got our whole careers ahead of us”.

Their grips tightening again, I felt Lucas heart thudding against my chest and with a sick feeling in my gut, my lunch perhaps? I accepted that all we had done was waste what was about to become a valuable lungful of air begging for mercy.

We squirmed and fought, our legs kicked uselessly in the air, each agonizing second that past their grips tightened like a Python's. Pressing our diaphragms up into the lungs, squeezing more valuable air out from out mouths. I felt Lucas bony pelvis stabbing deeply into my stomach, our ribs locked together like a jigsaw, inter-coastal muscle to rib.

It made each breath we took painful, I tried to breathe in unison with Lucas but I couldn't, I was so desperate for air that I threw my head back and gasped, trying to force down a lungful. In the process inadvertently forcing my ribs even deeper into Lucas, adding to his pain. He groaned and in a strangled whisper cried “Matt, stop”.

I looked into Lucas face, normally a pale shade of white, now beetroot red from lack of air and pain. I threw my arms against his shoulders and looking him in the eyes, communicated to him to do the same. Air was too valuable to waste on a verbal communiqué and unnecessary, tag partners know at an instinctual level what their partner intends. “For all your worth – push-”.

Wire muscled arms tensed, veins protruding through the skin we pushed on each others shoulders for all we were worth. On so slightly, fractal, maybe a cm our bodies parted. But the relief was phenomenal, we both drew in a complete lungful of air, the first since this bone crushing bearhug had begin an eternity/thirty seconds before. I saw relief cross Lucas face and felt the same.

And then the heels hairy arms tightened again, not once notch, like each time before, but three. My strength buckled and so did Lucas, our arms gave way and we smashed back into other.

Bones clattered once again into each other, I felt a pelvis jar my stomach and wretch my guts. It was Lucas pelvis, we both screamed in pain and exhaled our valuable lungful of air, paid for at such a high price. I felt Lucas heart pounding once again from behind his chest cavity, saw his face contort with pain, reflecting a mirror image of my own.

My arms hung limp at my side, , useless, strength drained, our heads lolled over each others shoulders.

Lucas neck throbbed, our bodies jerked crazily from spasms of pain, grinding bones into each other and making the misery even worse. My vision began to tunnel, darken, stars flared before my eyes. My senses were failing, they say at the end, hearing is the last to go. I could hear a disant and distinctive crackle like a tree branch breaking. Bones fracturing, I couldn't tell whether mine or Lucas, but the distinction no longer had meaning, we were like Siamese twins now. Literally crushed together.

As my universe caved in around me, one final ironic thought crossed mind. I never did have the heart to admit to Lucas something. I had a huge crush on him!