My Wrestler; My Nemesis

He left me.

He fucking left me.

I screamed out his name again but there was no answer. I lay there trying not to move.

"OH GOD!"

My body shook as I cried on the ground, each movement shot pain throughout my body. All I could think of was how he ran away.

Through my tears I screamed out, "HELP! PLEASE! Somebody - fucking help me!" He had to have heard me. How could he not? I was scared and alone; my heart pounding in my chest.

What am I going to do?

Through my tears I could just make out the two fence posts standing in the field like centurions. In the dim moonlight the fencing reached out for me and shook as I shivered in pain. I couldn't lay here forever. I sat up and felt the wire pull at my shoulder. I tugged harder, trying to get through the pain and heard my shirt tear. I screamed out in pain, but continued upward until I was standing and then saw and heard it.

A car and lights; it was Kyle. He was driving out to get me. Once my eyes registered the car bouncing through the field towards me; my head fell to my chest. A barb punctured my chin.

The car slid to a halt and a cloud of dust and dirt rushed towards me.

"DOUG DON'T MOVE"

I stood there crying.

"Jesus Christ" he said as he came up to me. "I'll get you out of here, I just need to..." he moved the fencing off me slowly, "...get this off of you."

I lost track of how many times he said the words 'shit' and 'fuck', but when he finally said 'okay', I collapsed into his arms.

"Okay, I've got you."

"I thought you left me you asshole"

"Never - I would never leave you man - we're a team - you and me. Okay?"

"Okay..." tears streamed down my face while I cried against his chest. He held me tight. I could hear his heart racing in his chest. My pain was subsiding and I was able to catch my breath. I heard a voice say 'Jesus Christ, get him up' followed by the slamming of a car door; it was Mr. Locke.

"I didn't know what to do, so I went to get coach."

"God dammit Merrick, what else can you fuck up?" he exclaimed as he grabbed my arm and tugged me upward.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

Kyle helped me into the back of my car while Locke got behind the wheel and drove us out of the field. Now that the barbs were gone, I was feeling better. Once on the gravel road, Mr. Locke turned up the hill and drove to his house.

I asked where we were going and so did Kyle.

"I'm not taking you to the fucking hospital, there isn't anything there I haven't taken care of before. Besides, we don't want this to escalate anymore than it already has."

"But coach, don't you think he needs a doctor?"

"I can stitch him up just fine." He pulled the car under the outside light and I saw how much blood there was.

"Oh fuck..." I eeked.

"Yeah, I know! Just don't move!"

He glanced over at me and saw the large tear in my chest; the blood had soaked my shirt and pants. He pulled his shirt over his head and pushed it into my chest.

"You've got to hold pressure against it."

"Kyle it hurts"

"I know, but you're going to be fine."

They helped me into the house and onto a bed in one of the back rooms.

"Get his clothes off; I've got to see how bad this is." Locke ordered as he walked out of the bedroom and down to the bath.

Kyle helped me pull my shirt and pants off. As we did this, I could see the small tears in my arms and legs. What I didn't realize was just how big the tears were in my chest.

"Oh fuck" Kyle whispered. "Um, Mr. Locke are you sure about this?"

I looked down and saw two tears across my pecs and another a few inches below on my stomach. The bleeding had stopped, but it was a mess. I whispered 'oh my god' and looked at Kyle.

Locke came back into the room carrying some towels, Peroxide, scissors and a little packet of dental floss, and had a bent needle between his teeth. When he saw me, he took the needle out of his mouth and gave me the once over.

"You'll be fine kid. This won't take long at all" and he put the stuff on the bed next to me.

"Kyle, grab that bottle of 'Jack' off the top of the fridge and bring it in here.

"What is that for?" I asked.

"You, cuz this is gonna hurt like hell when I stitch you up and you don't want to feel it do you?"

"Uh, no sir"

"I didn't think so. And take these..." he handed me two white oblong tablets.

"What's this?"

"Some stuff I had left over from my knee surgery. It will help with the pain."

Kyle returned with the black labeled bottle and set it on the bedside table. Mr. Locke removed the cap and handed it to me.

"Go on Merrick, swallow 'em with this."

I looked up at Kyle who shrugged his shoulders. I looked back at Mr. Locke whose gaze told me that I shouldn't argue and just do as he said - so I did. The alcohol was strong and tasted vile. I thought I might throw up. Some of it sprayed from my mouth and landed on my chest, it hurt like hell.

"Go on, take another swig. You're gonna have to have some more before I start stitching you up. Kyle, get down here and start cleaning him."

I took a few more swigs and the last one didn't taste bad at all. In fact, I was feeling pretty good. Kyle cleaned me off as best he could. I lay there, resting on one elbow while I continued to lift the bottle to my mouth. Kyle gently moved the wet towels over my torso, arms, and legs. It felt good - really good. Locke was kneeling on the floor trying to thread the floss through the bent needle when he noticed it.

Behind my blue boxer briefs, I was getting hard. Watching Kyle, shirtless and sweaty, move the towels over my chest had flipped me on. It felt good - really good.

"Okay, okay - that's enough" Locke told me before taking the bottle away and setting it on the floor.

"Aw, come on coach - just a little more?" I pleaded.

"Not with those pills; you should be feeling nothing at all right about now."

"I wouldn't say I'm feeling nothing" I told him with a giggle. A smile spread slowly across my face, "In fact, I feel great!"

I reached out and stroked Kyle's bare chest with my finger tips, my middle finger pressing against his left nipple.

"Okay big guy..." Kyle told me to take it easy and lay back. So I did. My dick was still growing as I eyed Kyle's heaving chest. He was nervous and that excited me.

When the cold peroxide splashed against my skin I screeched out and tried to sit up, "FUCK that's cold!"

Kyle pushed me back down and his arms went across the top of my chest. Mr. Locke put his hands on me and when that needle pierced my skin I screamed out again.

"Hold still for fuck sake!" he ordered.

I did the best I could, but the pain was overwhelming as he pulled the floss through my skin.

It wasn't long before I gave into the pain and must have passed out. I couldn't tell if it was the pills, the booze, or just everything all at once. But it didn't matter.

I was down for the count.

"Good, he's out. Now let's get this over with..."