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Chapter 12

By: Silverback Christianpaw

Testify

My suitcases clunk as they hit the carpet of mine and Zenaku's personal locker room. I'm sore from head to toe from the match last night at Gold and Glory . . . not to mention what happened after.

I lie on the couch and rest my head comfortably in one on the pillows on the armrest as I turn on the TV in the corner. The first match for tonight's Warzone is already underway. My eyes close as I sink down in the comfort of the nice couch after traveling for hours to the arena. All of a sudden the couch cushion jumps,

"Eep!" I open my eyes as Zenaku lies on top of me on the couch.

"Hi love," he says playfully. His tail thumps the couch as it wags happily. He leans down and we kiss.

"Well hello there," I say playfully back.

"How are you doing champ?" he asks licking my nose.

I blush, "I'm doing good. And how is this champ doing?"

"Goooooood," he says and kisses me again, "I'm feeling horny for a little white fox with black and gold hair and the big beautiful white tail with the black tip."

"Ugh, but my ass still hurts from everything you did to me last night--" he starts kissing and groping my neck. I wrap my arms around his sweet head and run my fingers through his long black hair, "Oh, alright, you need to break me in a little more I guess."

He giggles, "Like I said, it's going to take a few times to break you in tighty-whitey."

"Tighty-whitey?"

"Yes, you are my white foxy with the tight tailhole." He runs his paws into my pants and around my boxers. My tail starts to wag as I feel the tingling sensation in my groin,

"Did you bring the lube?" I ask him.

"Yep." grips my butt-cheek tight.

"Murf!" I jump as he grips my buttcheek. He keeps smiling and kisses all over my face. I start to feel his bulge push against my belly as he kisses. I reach my paw in between us and slide it down into his pants and start stroking his cock, which is already dripping with pre-cum. "Hehe alright, I guess I can lift my tail for a big wolf like you. You are a champion and you should get anything you want."

"Good boy," he says as I turn over onto my back.

Knock-knock-knock. The door opens and Slutsky the husky drags in some suitcases into the room.

"Hey guys . . . ooh, whatcha doing?" he says with a giddy smile.

"Nothing, we we're just playing leapfrog and got stuck," Zenaku says.

"Ooh, I wanna play," he tip-toes over to us and before I know it I'm looking into the eyes of two big horny canines as they both lay side by side on top of me. I look at Zenaku trying to see if he will tell him to go away, but once Slutsky kisses my cheek I notice nothing but smiles from both of them. I put my paw over my crotch.

"Not to be mean Slutsky, but we were about to do something."

"Aww, I can't join in?" he looks at me with big puppy eyes.

Zenaku looks at me, "He can teach you a few things you know."

Slutsky says, "Yes, I can teach you how to properly suck a fellow male's dick."

"Hmm, maybe later," I say as my penis retreats.

"Aww, alright fox. But the next time I see you, your pleasure-member is mine."

Both of them get off of me . . . yeah the mood is gone.

"Testify and Zenaku!" I hear. I don't realize where it's coming from until I see Zenaku and Slutsky looking at the TV.

"We need to discuss something with the two of you so get out here!"

I watch the screen as the husky brothers stand in the middle of the ring with microphones in paw.

"What do we do?" I ask.

"Let's go see what they want," Zenaku says. "Bring the titles."

I quickly zip up my pants and put my shirt back on. I do just as he says as I open my suitcase and pull out the two shiny gold championship belts. One of them with a name plate that reads "Testify Fox" on it, so cool. I paw the other one to Zenaku as he slings it over his shoulder and opens the door. I quickly snap mine around my waist as I follow right behind him.

"Be careful my loves," Slutsky says as we leave.

We walk down the hall, "If the husky brothers want us to come to the ring then that's exactly what we will do," Zenaku says in a serious tone. I feel like a little kid as I try to speed up my walk just to keep up with him. I want to say something back to him but I'm too excited, almost giddy. I've only been in the business a few months and I am now a tag team champion, with the greatest, sexiest wolf in the world, and we are a big deal.

We walk past catering and pass some of the technical crew. I hear one of the tech guys say, "Cue their music" as we walk past them and out to the ring. The fans start cheering when our music cues and we walk down the ramp to the ring. The two huskies are still standing in the ring with microphones in paw.

We enter the ring and Zenaku asks for two microphones from one of the officials at ringside. Zenaku takes both and paws one to me.

Zenaku says into his, "Alright, what do you two want now?"

Nubis says, "Well, first off, we wanted to say congratulations for becoming the tag team champions." They give us a smatter of claps while the crowd serenades us with claps as well. I don't know how sincere claps from the husky brothers are. "Now Zenaku, I know your tag team partner hasn't been around here very long so I know he may not know all the little rules about this business. Like, do not start fights in locker rooms." He looks right at me. I just shake my head with a little smile, I will not be intimidated. "Now, we have a rematch clause in our contracts." They give us both a little smile.

Zenaku says, "Okay fine," he looks at me, "Well Testify are you ready?"

I just go along with him, "Yep I'm ready."

He focuses his attention back to the huskies, "Well it looks like both of us are ready now. So fine, if you want your rematch then lets have that rematch tonight."

The fans start cheering, and he's right, sore or not I'm ready to be a fighting champion and defend this championship at any time against team.

Light just stands back waving his finger at us, "No, no, no. There's no way in hell that we are wrestling tonight. My ribs are hurting, my shoulder is slouched to one side, my back is still healing from the powerbomb you hit me with on the floor!"

Nubis jumps in, "Yeah, this is our rematch and we are going to have it on our terms! You got that?"

Suddenly somebody's entrance music pops on. All of us focus on the ramp as the general manager, Ms. Draxa, walks down the ramp, business suit in all. She climbs the steps and Zenaku sits on the middle rope to help the GM into the ring. My wolfy is so sweet. I paw my microphone to her,

"Before I get started," she says, "I first want to say thank you guys for a great match last night. Your tag team match was a match that made the Gold and Glory event so special."

We get a smattering of claps and cheers from the fans, and when I say 'we' I mean the four of us. We couldn't have had a great match without them, I'll admit to that.

"Now," she continues, "I'm afraid I am going to have to agree with the huskies here. All four of you guys are on a tremendous run but you all do need to rest your bodies . . . especially when you hear what I have in mind for the rematch." She gives us a little evil smile.

Nubis speaks up, "Um, what is it exactly that you have in mind?"

"Well I pride myself on giving the matches that the fans want to see. And since you two (the huskies) are requesting your rematch this soon, that gave me a great idea. Next week on Warzone it will be Testify and Zenaku vs. The Husky Brothers for the tag team titles . . . in the first-ever tag team falls count anywhere match!"

The fans cheer and my tail swings back and forth in even more excitement. I give the huskies a big smile as they look at us with concern on their faces. Nubis starts to shake his head in disbelief.

Ms. Draxa says, "No disqualifications, no count-outs, the only way to win is to pin one of your opponents and it doesn't matter where it is. It could be in the ring, on the arena floor, in the back, in the parking lot, it doesn't matter. The first one to get the pinfall, his team will be the tag team champions."

Light starts sweating as the fans cheer even more, "I'm not sure about this, it sounds dangerous," he says.

She says, "You guys have seven days to get ready. See you then." She paws the microphone back to me and her music starts up again as she leaves the ring.

My tail keeps wagging; no disqualification matches are the kinds I love to wrestle. The huskies know this firstpaw. The huskies are trying so hard not to get mad in front of the boss but with their tails slightly arched they are not happy with the news. Zenaku looks at me and whispers into my ear,

"We are going to smoke them love," I brush my tail around his. Zenaku told me not to show any affection to keep our good image, but it's hard to resist, especially with that scent of his so close to me. But either way, I'm very excited for this match, a tag team falls count anywhere match, wow. I've been told for years that it's easy to win a championship, but it's harder to keep it. Hehe I can't wait.

Soultiger

I already have a microphone in paw as I walk down to the ring. I have bandages and stitches all over my forehead. My lower-back has a kink and my neck is sore as hell. But this beautiful GRR Championship belt is still over my shoulder. I am still the tiger that runs this show and makes the most money for this company. I am the face of Gold Rush Restling. But I will never feel right until that eye-sore, Silverback, is out of my life for good. And that's going to happen tonight.

I raise my microphone to my face as I look out at the thousands of ungrateful fans,

"Last night at Gold and Glory, Silverback kicked my ass. But who walked out as the GRR Champion huh?" I ask the fans.

I smile as they answer me with boos, they know the truth.

"That's right, it was me." I look down trying to give the best serious face I could possibly make, "However that decision did not come without controversy. At the match's conclusion I hit Silverback right between the eyes with the GRR Championship belt."

The crowd boos. I try so hard not to smile,

"Now because of that, Silverback won the match via disqualification, but I and all of you in the crowd know that championships cannot change paws on a disqualification. Therefore the championship stays with the champion, me. And I feel bad for that. I really, really do. That's why I've decided to come out here tonight; I wanted to give Silverback my sincerest apology for my actions last night. So Silverback, please come out here so I can tell you how sorry I am. Come on Silverback, as you can see, there's nobody else out here but me. Come on wolf."

Silverback is still not here, I know this for a fact. He's probably staying home like he always does when I beat the living shit out of him. What a coward.

Entrance music comes on, and it's not the kind I'm use to hearing when Silverback comes to the ring. Coach Striker pops out from behind the curtain. He's already got his own microphone as he stands at the top of the ramp. Oh yes, this is going to work even better than I thought.

"Soultiger," he says, "Silverback is not here yet, he is at a nearby clinic to have all the injuries and cuts he received last night checked out before he comes to the arena. But I just got off the phone with him and he will be here any minute. Now, we still have matches scheduled for tonight, so we need you to get out of the ring right now." What a no-good bear, thinks he is in charge around here. I'm the champion so I'm in charge.

"Hold on, hold on Coach," I say. "I have something I need to discuss with you too. So why don't you come on down to this ring." I'm going to slam him right into my trap.

"I don't think this is the time or place to discuss this."

I try to act apologetic, "Please, Coach, it takes a lot for me to admit when I am wrong, so please, just hear me out. There's nobody else in this ring but me. Come on down here."

The fans even cheer him a little to go down to the ring. They probably want him to punch me right in the nose like he did last night. This old bastard just doesn't know when to call it quits. But he will when I get done with him.

He comes down the ring and steps into the ring, "Okay, what do you want kiddo?" he asks.

"Now, I have nothing but respect for you sir, nothing but respect. When I was young I would get in front of my TV every week so I can watch 'The Striker' in action. I would never miss a single week. He was the biggest badass of that time. I mean, you had it all; you had girls, money, and power. In fact you were a former GRR Champion."

Some of the fans start to cheer him a little,

"I used to get so excited whenever you got somebody locked in your unbreakable bearhug. Your opponent would have to either submit or pass out from the hold. That's why it hurts me to see . . . what you have become," he looks at me not impressed or flattered. Good, I'm getting right under his fur. I know I've gotten inside his head now,

"I mean you have gone from this dominating champion into a mere footnote in GRR history. You are now nothing more than a wrinkled, tired, old bear who does nothing but watches on the sidelines as the new generation of wrestlers take over this business. You look at guys like me and guys like Silverback and think to yourself, 'God I wish I was even half as good as these guys,' guys like me."

I hear him growl a little bit under his breath. He's trying to restrain himself from knocking me right on my ass. He's a GRR official, and officials are not allowed to hit wrestlers unless they are physically provoked . . . hehe, a very good rule indeed.

"Is that it?" he asks, "Is that the reason your punk-ass brought me out here? To say how much of a disappointment I am? Or are you just trying to put me down so Silverback can see me down so you think that you have one-upped him in some way? Well it's not going to work. Silverback will be here any minute and since this is between you two then you two can talk about it out between yourselves. Good day."

He goes to leave, "Now hold on now," I say, "I have something else I need to get off my chest."

He turns back to me, "Okay, I'm listening."

"Last night at Gold and Glory you did something that nobody should ever do, and that is sticking your nose in my business. I understand that your boy Silverback and you are close, very, very close, and you can coach and train him all you want, but once he steps into my ring then he's mine to do whatever I want with. And last night I was taking care of some personal business. But since you got in my way by stepping your big dusty, old feet into my ring, you got the attention of myself and Large And In Charge. Now, normally I would handle a situation like this the way I was handling my Silverback situation. But since you are a legend in this business and a well-respected GRR official, I am going to just ask you for one thing . . . an apology." I get right in his face, "Apologize to me and make a promise to me that from now on you and Silverback will never ever stick your noses in my business again."

He just points his nose up at me.

"Well kid," he says, "I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, I just got back from Ms. Draxa's office and she has announced the main-event for the next pay-per-view coming up in four weeks, called Wargames. You see Soultiger, since you got yourself intentionally disqualified at Gold and Glory then Silverback is entitled to a rematch against for you for the GRR Championship. And just to make sure that you can't get yourself disqualified or anything like that, the match is going to be No . . . Holds . . . Barred."

The fans cheer. What is that bitch doing to me? A No Holds Barred match is barbaric.

"And just to make sure that your L.A.N.C. doesn't interfere in the match I am going to be in Silverback's corner at Wargames."

I growl a little under my breath as I get right in Coach's face. "That is, if your old bastard ass even makes it to Wargames!"

I drop the microphone and punch the old bastard as hard as I can in his jaw. He quickly retaliates and punches me back. I punch harder and faster on his face; trying to keep him down until the others get here. He keeps being persistent and firing back with everything his pacemaker has. Out of the corner of my eye I see Clyde S. dale, towering over the fans, run past them and hop over the guard rail and into the ring. He kicks Coach hard in the side and he goes down holding his side.

The husky brothers run through the crowd from behind the announcers and slide their way into the ring. Polarity runs in from another side of the arena and gets into the ring as well and we all start stomping away at his mangled carcass . . . just like we planned.

The crowds boos surround us but the screams coming from the beaten bear feels so good to my ears. It gives a warm feeling of accomplishment when we take care of problems like this washed-up piece of crap.

"Stand back! Stand back!" I command all my associates. They back up, leaving the bear ripe for the picking for me. I get the bottom of my big black boot up and rape it across his face.

"Ahh!" he yelps in pain. Coach goes up to feel his face but I immediately pounce on him and take his arm away and start hammering away at his face. I keep his head close to me so he can't go anywhere. The crimson liquid starts to cover my fists. I grab him by his head; I want to squish it until blood oozes out of his eyeballs.

Entrance music starts thundering through the arena.

"Boss! Boss!" Polarity says tapping me on my shoulder. I turn around and the fans cheer as Silverback runs down the ramp as fast as he can. Perfect.

"Get him!" I command the others.

Silverback slides into the ring but is welcomed to stomps to his head and back by the others. I turn back to Striker and give him one more right hook and his bloodied face hits the mat unconscious. I rush out of the ring and pull the apron up and pull out a steel chair. It clangs as I toss it into the ring.

I slide back in. Silverback has gotten up to his feet and is trying everything he can to fight everybody away. He blocks a punch from Nubis and headbutts him down. He then tries to get a hold of Polarity but she slithers out of the ring before anything can happen to her. Clyde punches him in the face but Silverback just keeps fighting away and kicks Clyde in the gut, taking him down.

"Hah!" I rear back and hit him in the face with the steel chair and he goes down on the canvas. The stitches are already re-opened from the assault and the blood spills onto his leather jacket. I drop the chair in the middle of the ring,

"Pick him up!" I command. Clyde picks Silverback up to his feet and the husky brothers hold the dazed wolf up by his arms. I squat down. The Pounce is going to take him down and keep him down.

My body jumps with excitement as the huskies get him into position. I charge and hit him with my Pounce. I feel his big fat belly engulf my arm and shoulder as I take him down with everything I have. He hits the canvas almost lifeless. I smile as I look at his bloodied and battered face. The bandages around his forehead have been ripped and torn. The cuts on his head look like big holes in his fur.

"You will never be champion! Do you understand me Silverback?! You will never beat me! Ever!" I know he can hear my every word. I want him to hear me. I want those words to twist and tie around his brain until they finally get through to him. He will never be the champion.

Clyde chuckles as he takes the chair that I laid in the ring and folds it open. He puts Silverback's big foot inside the open space and folds the chair closed as far as it will go on his knee.

"Do it big man." I chuckle at him.

"Yes sir," he says with a big smile.

Polarity gets back into the ring and we all stand back as the big horse ascends to the top rope. Coach Striker is still unconscious in the ring and the crowds boos are only getting worse as Clyde makes it to the top rope.

"Do it! Put him out of his misery Clyde!" I shout.

He jumps and the metal of the chair dents as Clyde's big foot comes crashing down on the chair with Silver's leg trapped inside it.

BAM!

"Ahh! Ahhh! Gahh! Awhh! Ahh!" Silverback screams in pain as he twists and turns with that badly dented metal chair still wrapped around his knee. I know his knee must be shattered; the muscles around his knee are ripped and torn in pieces.

He tries to reach for his knee to take the chair away but the pain is too great as he almost pulls the fur out of the top of his head. He continues crying and screaming in pain.

I hear the crowd continue to boo us. Some of the females and pups are crying for their fallen hero. It feels so good. Oh God it feels good. I will never have to deal with Silverback ever again.

I smile from ear to ear. Soon the paramedics and some referees rush to the ring.

"Get out of here! That's enough! Get out of here!" a referee says as he tries to push me and my associates away from Silverback, but our job is done.

"Let's go," I say to my comrades. Polarity chuckles as we all exit the ring. The fans boos continue to be directed right to us as we go up the ramp. Some of them even have the audacity to hurl their beer cans and other things at us. Nubis paws me my GRR Championship belt and I swing it over my shoulder where it belongs.

I look deep into the ring at the EMT's working on my two victims. I've been waiting to see Silverback in a bloody quivering mass on the canvas, and the plan worked perfectly. I knew that somehow, someway, Silverback was going to make his way out here sooner or later. I just took care of that annoying pain, Coach Striker, in the process.

My work here is done. I've eaten my prey and Silverback I guarantee is gone from GRR forever. He will never take this title away from me.