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G.R.R.

Chapter 3

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Testify

I walk down the hallway to Ms. Draxa's office with my tail swinging side-to-side. It's been two weeks since I walked out on Polarity and now I am finally starting to feel sane again. Ever since I found out I wasn't going to be fired and that Polarity was going to be suspended for two months I have been doing great. I am a little sad however since Zenaku called me saying he had the flu and he was going to be out for a week, but I'll manage.

Ms. Draxa sent me an e-mail to meet at her office when I arrived for tonight's Uncensored. I wonder what she wants with me now.

"Stop!" Slutsky, wearing a security dog uniform, pops out from behind an open door of another office and grabs me into a big hug.

"Ah! . . . . Oh hi Slutsky, you scared me." This guy has been a firecracker since Zenaku introduced me to him. Well, I better get used to him because he got the job he was going for, a personal security guard for Ms. Draxa.

"Aren't you supposed to stand by the door of her office?" I say. He rocks me back and forth in his hug as he rests his head on top of mine,

"Yeeeaaahhh, but I saw you're little cute butt coming so I figured I do something special," he says.

"Jumping out from behind another door and scaring me?"

"Not scaring . . . hugging," he giggles, "How has your day been going sweety."

"It's going good." I smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ms. Draxa told me to come down here once I arrived to discuss something."

He whispers into my ear, "Do you have an I.D.?"

"Yeeessss."

"May I see it?"

"If you let me go I can reach into my pocket and get it."

"Hehe, I can get it, here in the back pocket?" His paw lowers down to my butt. I break away from his hug.

"Whoa! Wait! Hehe, you're lucky I'm in a good mood or I would kick your butt." I pull out my wallet and show him my ID.

"I prefer spankings, but whatever floats your boat love." He pulls out his radio, "Ms. Draxa, a sexy sweetheart named Testify Fox is here to see you."

His radio beeps followed by a, "Send him in."

"You may go in," he smiles wide at me.

"Thanks," I giggle and give him one more hug for his troubles.

I peek open the door of her office and see her talking with a very big and very tall horse dressed in a pair of black jeans. He must be a new wrestler, oh wow he is huge.

"You wanted to see me?" I ask Ms. Draxa.

"Yes, come on in. Testify, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the G.R.R. roster, Clyde S. Dale."

I turn and look at this mountain of a wrestler. The top of his ears touch the ceiling while mine can barely touch his nipples, and he's built like somebody I could only dream of being like. I try not to look nervous as I extend my paw,

"Hey, I'm Testify."

"Hi," he says shaking my paw. I never thought a 'hi' could make me come within an inch of peeing my pants.

"He's a healthy one," I say to Ms. Draxa. Wow that sounded stupid.

"Yes, he will be valuable to our company. Well anyway I want to debut him right, so I decided to put the two of you in a match in tonight's main event."

My testicles jump in fear. "Say what?" I didn't have time to change my words into something more formal.

"Yeah, I need to see what he can do, and you are an up and coming wrestler here in G.R.R. so I figure this can help you get over with the fans too . . . that is unless you don't want the match."

Not want the match? Hmm, that is interesting. On one paw it's the main event, I haven't been in the main event for any type of G.R.R. show and this would really help my career; but on the other paw, I risk getting squashed by a giant and may not have a career to work with. I really wish Zenaku was here to help me with this decision. Oh Lord I hope I'm making the right choice.

"I'll take it."

"Good," she smiles, okay so tonight's main event is Testify Fox vs. Clyde S. Dale. I wish both of you luck tonight."

"Yeah," I say, I look up at the Clydesdale again and he just looks at me with a blank stare. I can't tell if this guy is happy or mad, well I guess I will find out in the ring. Oh wow, my testicles are never coming back down again.

* * *

Silverback

I sit in the locker room in my trunks. Even though I don't have a match tonight I'm always ready for anything, after all I am the number one contender for the G.R.R. Championship. I should always be ready at a moments notice.

Testify is sitting in the corner all by himself, hmm I wonder where Zenaku is. I hope everything is ok.

I walk over to him, "Hey Testify, are you ok? Where is your mate?"

"Huh? Polarity?" he says confused.

"No, Zenaku. Where's he at?"

"Um, Zenaku is not my boyfriend. I'm straight," he says, a little defensively. Oopsies.

I sit down next to him, "Oh, I sorries, I just assumed because I always see the two of you together."

He puts his head down, "I wish he was here. I could use the support right now."

I move myself closer to him and give him a big warm wolfy hug, "Well I can help if you want me to," I smile and rub his tummy. He starts giggling. Yay, I love it when I can get people to giggle.

"Thanks, I really miss him. I hope he will be back for next weeks shows."

"I'm sure he will," I give him a little lick on the cheek. He starts blushing, aww that is so cute. "I heard you were in the main event tonight against a new comer."

"Yeah, this new guy named Clyde S. Dale, have you ever seen him?"

I nod, "No I haven't."

"Oh my gosh, he is huge! Like, bigger than anybody I have ever seen in G.R.R."

I look down and start playing with my big yummy tummy, "Even bigger than me?"

"Yes, even bigger than you," he says.

"Oh wow, well I don't have anything to do tonight. Do you want somebody in your corner?"

He takes a deep breath, "No I'll be fine, God is on my side and he never gives me a mountain I can't climb. Thanks though."

"Hehe that's cool," I say. He is so cute.

Coach Striker's office door swings open, banging off the wall with a slam as Soultiger, with that big shiny championship belt over his shoulder, and the Husky Brothers come out. The all look around until they spot me and Testify.

"Well," Soultiger looks at me with a confident grin as he walks over to us, "Look who it is? It's the number one contender for the G.R.R. Championship. Huskies look at him."

I stand up and stay on my guard. I start to growl a little.

"This is supposedly the new star athlete, and he's a fat, out of shape, cellulite-dimpled ass, wolf with the mind of a pup. You know, I must give you congrats for winning the battle royal last week. I'm sure you had to eat a lot of cookies and chocolate bon-bons to make sure you were not going to be thrown over the top rope. Good job." He chuckles.

I try to keep my anger under control. As calmly as I can, I ask, "What do you want Soultiger?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to get the chance to talk to you before we have our match so I can get to know my opponent. Because I'm sure you will give it everything you got, that is, until I beat you in the middle of that ring one, two, three."

I look deep into his eyes, they look like they are up to no good, "Well, you're right," I say, "I am going to give it everything I got, the only problem with what you just said is that at the end of the match I am going to take you down, and become the new G.R.R. Champion."

He starts laughing the good laugh, I mean a good nice belly laugh, "Whoa, hold on hold on, you actually think you actually have a chance at winning this title from me?" he points to the belt.

"Yepperz," I smile wide right in his face. I'm confident in myself.

"Well good luck, because I know, and you know, deep down inside your oversized stomach, that there is no way you can beat me." He turns and starts to walk away. I reach out and grab his arm. He shifts quickly like the big cat he is and looks down at my paw; his voice starts to have a little hiss in it. I'm not done with him yet.

I let go of his arm, "You know Soultiger, if you are so confident, why don't we have that match tonight?"

He and his huskies start laughing again, "You know I would love to, but the problem is that this little pee-on," referring to Testify, "already got the main event spot tonight. And besides, I already defended the championship this month, I don't need to defend this baby until Ms. Draxa tells me, and she hasn't decided on a main event for Take No Prisoners yet. So I will run that idea by her, because I would love nothing more than to kick your ass!" He puts the championship down and huffs and puffs. My growling starts to get louder, I'm ready for him. I'm ready for him right now. Let him make the first shot. Let him make the first mistake so I can take him down and show him just what this wolf can do.

"Hold on guys, hold on," Testify stands up and gets in between us, "Look Soultiger, we don't want to make trouble, so why don't you just get out of here."

"Oh, do you want some of me fox. I'll gladly take you both on right here, right now!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Uh oh, I know the voice of that bear anywhere. "Soultiger, what the hell are you doing?" Coach Striker asks.

"I was just having a heart to heart with your boy Silverback here," he sounds so innocent now. I just keep my glare on him.

"Yeah well it sounds like more than that, look you two, Ms. Draxa is not sure when your guy's match is going to be, so the smart thing to do is just to stay away from each other until she makes a decision. You got that?"

Soultiger hisses a little more before biting his tongue and saying, "Yes."

"Yes," I say to coach.

"Good. Now Soultiger, Nubis, Light, you guys get out of here." He turns to me, "Silverback, in my office now," he walks back into his office without saying another word. I get one more look at Soultiger's face, filled with anger, before he heeds Coach's advice of walking away. I try to calm down as some of the other wrestlers look at both of us for a second before going back to their own business.

"Okay well I am going to start my stretches and get ready," Testify says.

"Okay, good luck hun," I give him one more hug before I walk into Coach's office. He stands at the door waiting for me, and closes the door when I walk in.

"Whew, thanks love," I say taking a few deep breaths.

"It's no problem. Look, I know I need to be a caring and loving boyfriend, but I also have a job to do, there's no need to start any type of fighting here in the locker room."

"But he started it first!"

"He's just trying to get under your fur, don't worry about it, all you need to worry about is training for your world title match. Just stay out of his way for now. I'll talk to him. Nobody gets under my big puppy's fur . . . except for me," he chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist and smiles that smile I first fell in love with when I started with this company. I lean in and kiss, my tongue is happy to be inside his muzzle yet again. We break away and look deep into each other's eyes and smile. I love him so much. I would love to be world champion, so I can show it off to my love bear, because it wouldn't just be mine, it would be ours, because he helped me get to the promise land.

He sticks his big warm paws down my trunks as we kiss again.

* * *

Testify

I jump up and down and slap myself in the face a few times to get myself psyched up for the match. I finished my prayer that I make before each and every match and take a swig of my water bottle. Clyde's entrance music is still blasting all throughout the arena. I look at the monitor and watch as this big horse walks up the steps and steps over the top rope as he enters the ring. Cameras flash as the crowd, much like myself, has never seen somebody like this. But I refuse to back down from a challenge. Bring it! I'm ready for it!

My music starts playing, "Alright Testify, you're up," a technical guy standing next to the curtain says to me. I walk out into the arena and fans start to cheer. It's amazing how far God has brought me, a few months ago nobody even knew who I was, and now I'm getting more popular by the day, and it didn't get that way because of backing down from challenges like this one.

I walk down the ramp and up the stairs into the ring. Clyde doesn't look any smaller under the bright lights and screaming crowd. But either way, I'm ready. Zenaku or not, I'm going to give it my all like I always do.

Ding-ding. The referee cat rings the bell. I prowl around the ring. The game plan for me is to use my quickness and speed, because I feel if this guy gets a good hold of me then this match will be over very quickly.

"Come on you little bitch!" Clyde shouts across the ring to me. Oh wonderful, a trash-talker. Don't think about that, just focus on taking him down, because everybody is the same size on the mat.

We get closer and closer to each other. He's got his arms ready to grapple. I can smell his scent, closer, and closer, I kick him in the gut. Then I kick him again and again but he just swats them away like bug bites. He grabs me by my face with one of his hands and shoves me down on my butt.

I quickly get back up and he just smiles at me. I run at him and jump up and give him a hard swing of my fist to his jaw. His head doesn't move and the smile doesn't leave his face. I start growling and start throwing punches left and right at that jaw, but he pushes me back and knees me in the stomach.

"Awwh!" I go down to the mat holding my gut in pain. It's amazing that all my hits didn't do anything and yet just one of his hits takes me down. He grabs me by my head and then picks my legs up and jumps up and sits down, slamming me on my back as he comes down in a vicious sidewalk slam. The ring bounces and shakes with the force of his body coming down.

He stands back up and bounces himself off the ropes, jumps high in the air and drops his leg across my throat. I turn violently clutching my neck. He covers me and hooks my leg. The referee counts, "One . . . Two . . ." I kick out of the cover and try to get back to my feet. BAM! I hit the ring back down again in pain as he stomps on me. I need to regroup to get myself out of this.

I quickly roll out of the ring and try to regain myself. I look around trying to think of my next move, the crowd, the commentators behind me at the announce table, the referee who starts counting, if I stay out of the ring for a ten-count then Clyde will win the match via count-out, I need to think fast.

"Fight me! Come on!" Clyde gets mad and climbs out of the ring after me. I rear back and punch him right in the face half way out. "Ah, damn!" he yelps. He stands on the floor holding his eye for a second. Ooh, idea!

I quickly get back into the ring and run for the ropes; I bounce off, run across the ring, and flip head over heels in a summersault dive over the top rope. BAM! It knocks the big horse down onto the floor. The crowd gets electric, cheering me on for the stunt, I don't mind high risk, in fact I like doing moves like that in my matches, it if hits then it's very effective.

The referee starts his count again, this time counting on both of us. I try to regain myself and wait for the dizziness to go away. I slide back into the ring, the referee keeps counting,

". . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . ."

Clyde gets up and climbs back into the ring, I knew it was going to take more than that to keep this nig guy down. I run and give him a hard dropkick to the gut. He falls back but the ropes catch him. I run across the ring and bounce off the ropes, hoping to nail a crossbody, I run back across the ring, now with more momentum, and launch myself into Clyde. He catches me like as if I was a little child. He slings me over his shoulder and slams me down hard on the mat with a vicious powerslam.

"Ah!" I groan and squirm now even more in pain. He covers me again for the pin but I kick out again before the referee counts three.

Clyde stands over me in confidence; he has this match in the bag. Well, I am not out of this yet.

I get on all fours trying to make my way back up. Clyde arrogantly slaps me in the back of the head.

"Come on you little fox, get up! I want some more! Come on!" He pushes my head down on the mat with his foot and puts all of his weight right down on me.

"Hey, hey," the referee says, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3, you better break it on five . . . 4 . . ." Clyde takes his foot off my head. The referee gets in his face about illegal moves, they have to be broken by a count of five or otherwise it's a disqualification.

I lay down on the canvas; I'm trying hard to told on. I look up at the ceiling and then see Clyde, with this angry look on his face, reach out to grab me again. I quickly smack his hand away and punch him in the jaw. He shakes his head for a second and then tries again to grab me by the throat. I punch him again. He backs up holding his nose, checking for blood. I nip back up to my feet and launch with another good right swing of my fist. It hits and sends him back into the ropes, he bounces off of them and comes back at me but I give him a good hard kick to the gut. His body is hunched over in pain. I back up and bounce myself off the ropes and come back hooking his head with my arm and dropping myself onto the canvas, driving his head down into the mat with me (this is called a DDT).

The ring bounces up and down and the crowd cheers for me getting him down. But he won't stay down forever, I need to act fast.

I grab his big freaking head and wrap my legs and then both my arms around it for a modified sleeper. I wrench back as far as I can to apply the hold. Clyde moves his arms and slams them down on the canvas as he tries to get up. I feel his hot breath on my chest along with some muffled growls of frustration. He gets himself up to all fours, I will not let go of this hold. He finally gats back to a standing position and starts clubbing at my back for me to let go, but I will not let go. He goes back down to one knee; he's starting to go out. Clyde stands up wailing his arms frantically to get out of this hold. If I can cause him to pass out I will win this damn thing.

"Hey! Dof!" it's the referee, it sounded like somebody just got hit. I try to keep the hold on until I feel a good shot of my own from Clyde, right in my balls.

"Ahh!" I immediately let go of the hold as the full body pain starts to attack. I flop off Clyde's body and hit the canvas holding my sack in pain. I pry my eyes open to see the referee knocked out in the corner of the ring.

The crowds boos start getting louder. I turn myself over to my side and see Clyde on the other side of the ring talking to two huskies standing on the outside of the ring. The damn husky brothers. One of them gives Clyde a steel chair. Oh no, with the referee knocked out they can do anything they want, I need to get out of this, but damn him for hitting me in the balls, I can barely move.

Clyde takes the chair and turns and looks at me with a sick smile on his face. I don't know if these guys set up a plan to knock the referee down, but either way I have to get away. He steps closer and closer, smacking the chair on the canvas, just relishing this moment to try and take my head off.

I get on all fours and then up to a hunched position. He aims the chair and goes in for the swing. I quickly give him a hard kick in the same place he hit me, right in his balls.

"Ohhhhhh," the crowd collectively groans. Clyde loses his breath and drops the chair. I bend down and pick the chair up and take one more look at the Clydesdales face. FWAP! I smack him right across the face with the chair.

"Ohhhhh," the crowd groans again before cheering louder than ever. Fine you wanted to put the chair in the match, that's fine with me.

The husky brothers both get into the ring, FWAP! I smack Light in the face with the chair and he goes down and rolls out of the ring. Nubis goes for an attack but I quickly jam the chair into his stomach. He crouches down and I hit him in the back with the chair. He groans and squirms in pain before rolling out of the ring like his brother. I look at the referee, his body is moving and he's starting to wake up, he didn't see a thing.

I quickly toss the chair out of the ring and cover the big Clydesdale, who is still knocked out from the steel chair shot, and I hook his leg.

"Ref! Ref!" I scream to help wake him up. He looks at me and he goes back into referee mode as he counts, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3." The bell ding-dings again and the crowd is up on their feet as my music plays and bursts throughout the arena.

"Here is your winner, Testify!" the ring announcer says over his microphone. Oh my God, I won this! I can't believe it! I won this match!

I get off of Clyde, the sweat is pouring from my head and I'm panting like crazy. The referee shakes his head trying to get rid of the dizzies before he grabs my wrist and lifts my paw up in victory.

BAM! I feel another hit in the balls and go down quickly. My music stops and the crowd boos. I look up and see the person who just gave me the low blow, Nubis Husky. Light Husky crawls into the ring and decks the referee. Then they both furiously start stomping away at me.

Each and every way I turn there's feet stomping painfully into my gut and sides, all over my body. I try to get away but the pain is just too much. Then I see Clyde tower over and me and start stomping on me right along side them. Suddenly a fourth pair of feet comes into the ring, they are big white feet paws with black stripes, the G.R.R. champion Soultiger no doubt. Within seconds those feet paws start kicking and stomping on me as well. My body is racked with pain. I need help! I need Zenaku! I need help!

The crowd starts cheering again. The stomps stop for a second as I turn over hunched in pain, coughing and groaning. Silverback, slides into the ring and starts hammering away at everybody. He knocks down both huskies easily and lands a good right hook that sends Clyde reeling back. But Silverback gets taken down by Soultiger with a football-like tackle he calls the pounce, he starts wailing away on him.

I try to get myself back up to help but I start getting stomped on again by Clyde. For a second he stops, but then I see that big hand grab my face. Clyde pulls me back up to my feet and headbutts me with his monster-sized head. My back hits the canvas instantly. My head is hurt and it's ringing. I reach to hold my head so it will stop hurting but then I look at my paws and see blood. I turn over and see blood dripping down on the canvas and reeling down my face. I hear more and more commotion around me with the sounds of punchers and kicks and insults, but I can't make them out. I'm so weak I don't know what to do.

The big brown hands pull me up again and Clyde wraps his arms around mine to hold me up. My eyes water as I look down at the canvas and see tears and blood drop and make puddles on the canvas. I look up and see Nubis Husky with a steel chair in his paw. FWAP! He strikes me with the chair and I fall down on the canvas again.

I'm so dizzy and my head is pounding. I look with blurred vision as Silverback is being held up by Clyde and the two huskies.

"You will never have this! You understand me?! You will never be the champion! . . . Get that fat bastard's head up!" Soultiger says waving the championship in Silverback's face.

The huskies grab him by the fur on the top of his head. Silverback looks completely knocked out. Soultiger reels back with the big heavy gold Championship belt in paw before he strikes it across Silverback's face.

"Ohhhhh, the crowd moans again.

His head gets lacerated with cuts from all the metal and diamonds of the championship and before I knew it blood was seeping down his head as well. The huskies and Clyde let him fall facedown on the canvas. Soultiger's music starts up and the crowd's boos echo throughout the arena. I lay my head down on the canvas, and I can't get it back up.