Doing my very best, I got him down to orange health in their body and head. I was also orange all over my body. Even my arms and legs were damaged. That really was not going to stop me here. I was able to do my finisher for a second time. I got him covered right after. It was still not enough to get a 3 count. He was still down though. It was going to take something big. I decided to lock in a single leg Boston crab. It was enough to bring him down to the red for his body. He refused to tap out. Rhett was a tough opponent. With only a 3 in Submission, I could only hold onto any legal submission for 3 seconds before I would drop the hold automatically. That was just fine with me. I had him where I wanted him. Every time he got out, I would knock him down and reapply the hold. On the 10th time, he tapped out. It took over 15 minutes and it was a massive fight. I put my handcuffs on his arms. The 4 of us dragged him to the back. He was locked in. Obviously, he was going to escape again. Rhett needed to be the next #1 contender. It meant Boom opened with their brutal assault and break.
Ungodly amounts of violence took place. All of us got obliterated. He intruded in the #1 contender's main event match. He easily beat them both and got the pin. Rhett, a rookie, was making waves over here. Because we "lost" the mini-feud, we were off the air for 2 weeks. That was a good way to make a strong return. We could also focus on some other goals. Rhett was being pushed for the titles. Management was not really happy that our jobber squad actually beat their monster twice. He was not as untouchable as the general manager wanted Rhett to be seen. Our battles with him actually raised our stocks quite a bit. I went to the announcers and told them our group name was "Police Box". We won the 4 on 4 tag match. Jax and Rex beat Rhett in the 1 vs. tag handicap match. We definitely had a claim to get the tag titles. They were skeptical. We were all rookies. "C'mon Davie! There's no way that he's going to go for it. Not after we fucked over Rhett." Knox said. I rolled my eyes. "We didn't get fired!!" I snapped. "You know what!? If you put that gold on me, I'll give you my ass!"
We all turned to Rex who said it. Rex looked back at us in confusion. "What!?" he snapped. "Nothing. I just didn't know you swung that way." I said. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No offense Davie, but there's no shot on this planet that you are ever getting laid looking like that. You have rainbow star tattoos on your back! 6 of them!" he said. The others nodded their heads in agreement. I leaned back, actually kind of offended now. "What about them!? I'm not fucking ugly!" I spat. "Never said you were ugly Davie. Relax already." Rex said with a sigh. "Then why don't you think I can get laid!?" I demanded. Rex stood up from his seat and walked over to me. He did not look pleased. He just crossed his arms. "Stand up." he said. I did. "Look at us. I have 4 inches and 80 pounds on you. I'm twice as strong as you. I can last twice as long as you. I'm still somehow just as fast as you. That's not even speaking on how you keep flashing that pussy of yours in the locker room. We're friends and all, but you've got to see reality. All of us are bi. None of us would fuck you. You are a weak twink."
