ROWDY ARMSTRONG 3 - Excerpts - Gay Pro Wrestling Hijinks

Soon to be published! Some items REDACTED to avoid SPOILERS....World Heavyweight Championship Show
Honolulu, HawaiiWhen Dyer Anderson arrive

from ROWDY ARMSTRONG 3 - Pro Wrestling Heartstopper:
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Some items REDACTED to avoid SPOILERS.

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World Heavyweight Championship Show
Honolulu, Hawaii

When Dyer Anderson arrived at the Blaisdell Arena, he was led to a private green room with his little troop. It was a screening room with lush couches, big screens, tons of food, a waiter, and a bartender. Anderson was used to that kind of treatment, but this was only the second time the boys experienced anything like it. Their first was backstage at the World Championship Match where Chris Enos defended his title against Johnson White.

Rory and the other rookies jumped around, yelling out celebratory WHOO’s, but when they saw the staff waiting to serve them, they all reigned in their enthusiasm. Suddenly, they were all little gentlemen, in their “business casual” nice shirts and pants.

Dyer was decked out in a rather dashing suit, obviously custom-made for him. He was such a thick man, and the cut of the suit made his chest and shoulders appear simply massive, not to mention his thighs.

The waiter stepped forward to hand Anderson a large decorative envelope of antique parchment. On the front was “Dyer” in perfect calligraphy.

He thanked the waiter with a smile, then made a funny face. “Who the heck could this be from?”

The guys gathered round, and Rory asked, “What’s going on?” when Dyer’s face fell after he opened the envelope and read the note.

Dyer shook it off, put the note back in the envelope, folded it, and shoved it into his pocket. “Nuthin’. Don’t worry about it.” He scoped the food table, “Let’s eat guys!”

Dyer sat to the side, on a couch by himself, as the guys dug in.

Rory carried his full plate over to Dyer, sat next to him, and lowered his voice, “You ok?”

Dyer nodded, with a strange half-smile on his face, “Yeah. I am.”

“So, what’s the deal with that letter?” Rory asked, then took a small bite of food.

Dyer pulled the envelope out of his pocket, retrieved the embossed piece of thick stationary out of the envelope, and held it up so Rory could read the fancy handwriting. “Dyer, I’m so happy you have decided to come back to the ring. Please stop by my dressing room. I’d love to see you. Chris Enos – World Champion.”

Rory’s head jerked back. He didn’t understand what he was seeing. “Uh, what?”

Dyer shrugged and returned the letter to his pocket.

Rory brought his voice down so low he was whispering, “What happened between you guys?”

Dyer looked at him with an exaggerated expression of a tense, closed-mouth smile and crazy eyes.

Bravon drifted over, followed by other guys. They joked about how good it was to be Champ, and Rory stared at his mentor, trying to assess his mood.

Dyer picked himself right up, shaking off any foul emotions. His enthusiasm became just as boisterous as the rest of the guys, “Yep! The perks are pretty good, I have to admit!”...

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Incident between Eb & Scott

Bravon and Rory were in the ring like a shot, and they pulled Eb away from Scott. He struggled, but they had his arms held tight.

Scott was humiliated. He dropped down to the canvas, slid out of the ring, and made his way back to the locker room.

"What the HELL?!" Eb tried to push Rory and Bravon away from him, but they had him in the corner.

"STOP! JUST STOP!" Bravon wasn't playing with Eb.

"What the hell? Back off, guys! What's YOUR problem?" Eb couldn't believe they were making such a big deal about it.

Rory was offended, more than anything. He pushed his face right up into Eb's, and his hands were on Eb’s chest, holding him against the ring post. "Eb, YOU blamed Scott for losing! You HIT HIM in the FACE!!! You HIT Scott in the face! SCOTT!"

That brought Eb back down to reality. His rage was giving way to shame.

Bart barreled in next to Jake, and leaned in through the ropes, pointing at Eb. "GO talk to Scott, NOW!"

Eb sort of waved him away. "All right! I will!" and stood there as Rory and Bravon balled him out.

"That was NOT cool." Bravon shook his head.

Bart jumped up onto the apron, climbed through the ropes, and pushed Bravon and Rory out of the way, as he confronted Eb. He butted Eb's shoulder with the palm of his hand, hard. "NOW!” His big, thick hand pointed toward the locker room. “GO TO THE LOCKER ROOM AND APOLOGIZE TO SCOTT, NOW!" He bellowed right in Eb’s face.

Eb was stunned. He dropped down, slid out of the ring, and didn't look back as he made his way to the locker room...

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Live Pro Wrestling Show at Jobber's Showcase

Bravon kicked the locker room door open and made way for Rory. Both were sweating, still breathing hard. The other wrestlers surrounded them yelling praise. Scott and Eb pushed past and wrapped them up in a group hug.

Jake and Bart entered, and Jake's booming voice silenced the crowd, "MY BOYS! YOU MADE ME PROUD TONIGHT!"

The other men moved aside, and Jake picked up Bravon, gave him a big bear hug and sloppy kiss on his neck. Bart did the same to Rory and Eb was in the perfect position to punch him right in the butt.

Neither Rory nor Bravon could hear clearly over all the noise, and the commotion.

In the midst of the insanity, Max Gunn marched in with a very large redheaded mountain of a man, "HEY GUYS! GREAT JOB!"

Bravon and Eb were roughhousing. Scott had his arm around Rory and they were talking about the more intimate details of the match.

Max stepped forward and smacked Rory's shoulder.

Rory looked up, then all the color drained from his face.

Scott smiled, "Hey Max!"

"Hey! Great match! I brought a friend back who wanted to congratulate you! Do you know MISTER X?" Max indicated the Ginger Giant standing next to him. At 6'5" 300+lbs, he made Max look small.

MISTER X extended his hand, and the most beautiful, masculine REDACTEDaccent flowed from his lips, "Hey, Rowdy. Really great wrestling, really!"

Rory could barely speak, "Thank… you." He had to remind himself to close his mouth. There was a towel in his hand, and he held it in front of his trunks, afraid of what might happened down there.

"Well, we gotta go, but we just wanted to congratulate you guys!" Max patted Rory's shoulder, then he spotted Bravon. "HEY BRAVON! GREAT MATCH!"

Bravon turned around, and waved, "Thanks, man!"

MISTER X waved at him, "Yeah, really great!" He smiled, and nodded to Rory, "It was an honor meeting you, Rowdy boy!"

Rory nodded, "Yeah."

Max led MISTER X out of the room.

Scott nudged Rory. "Do you know who that was?"

MISTER X was the REDACTED.

Rory nodded.

Bravon  came over.

Scott put his arm back around Rory. "What's wrong?"

Rory realized his reaction was perceptible, "Um... what? Nothing!"

Bravon noticed Rory seemed shaken and white as cracker. He held Rory's shoulder, "Yeah, what's going on?"

Rory tried to laugh it off, but was shocked that he couldn't. He pointed to where MISTER X had been standing, "I just NEVER thought I would ever meet him."

They could both see that Rory's hand was shaking.

Bravon tooked deep it into his eyes. "Wow, Rory. What happened? Did he do something?"...

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WRESTLECON
Las Vegas, Nevada

As they walked into the room, Rory spotted MISTER X, surrounded by a throng of adoring wrestlers. Bravon could feel Rory tense up. A few wrestlers, promoters, and managers ascended to introduce themselves. After 10 minutes, Bravon was able to steer himself and Rory into an unpopulated corner of the room.

Bravon cocked his head. "Ok, what's going on?"

Rory was blushing and shiny with sweat but trying to pretend he was cool as ice. "Nothing. What do you mean?" His mouth smiled, but his eyes twitched.

Bravon took Rory by both shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. "Come on! Talk to me. Let's deal with it!"

Rory let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, God! I'm ok, it's stupid." He tried to turn away, but Bravon kept the grip tight on his shoulders.

"Ok." Rory looked down and let out a big breath. "He's here." He sheepishly looked up. "The guy,, um,  MISTER X." He whispered and stumbled over the name, hoping no one could hear.

Bravon looked around and couldn't miss him. He definitely stood out, with the red hair, the height, and the muscles. "Wow. Yup. That's him."

Rory nodded. "Yeah."

Bravon looked at Rory. "You're doing that thing again, getting all..." He held his hand up and made it tremble, "What can we do?"

"It's stupid, I'll be ok." Rory laughed, and tried to shake it off, but couldn't.

Bravon jostled Rory lightly. "You sure?"

Rory spotted Eb and Scotty, who were holding court across the room. "Yeah, look. We should be meeting people!"

They mixed some more and 15 minutes later Bravon got Rory alone, again. "Wow, what is it about this guy that's got you so worked up! You're still...."

They weren't far from MISTER X. Rory looked at him, and made a decision, "I'm gonna talk to him, and get it over with."

"Cool." Bravon rubbed Rory's back.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do it..."

Two men who were talking to MISTER X walked away, and he was alone for the first time since they entered the room. Rory launched himself toward the big man.

"Oh, wow, I guess you mean right now?!" Bravon was impressed.

Rory stopped right in front of big MISTER X and thrust his right hand out. "Hi! I'm, uh, Rory..."

MISTER X smiled and took a hold of Rory's hand, and said in his beautiful, deep REDACTED accent, "Oh, hello! You're that Rowdy kid!"

"Uh, yeah!" The feel of MISTER X's huge hand, enveloping his own, had Rory reeling. Without thinking, words sprung out of his mouth, before he could stop them, "Would you like to go get coffee, or, like, lunch, and talk.. and stuff....so we can talk..." He trailed off, feeling more stupid than he ever had. He couldn't remember a time when was this vulnerable.

MISTER X laughed out loud. "Let me get this straight! YOU want to talk to ME?!?" his head fell back, and his chuckling echoed through the room.

Bravon had been watching, and when the laughing started, he practically ran over. He pushed MISTER X's chest with two hands. "HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU DON'T LAUGH AT HIM! THAT'S NOT COOL! DON'T LAUGH AT MY FRIEND!"...