Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 19:06:11 -0600
From: tofollowadream@angelfire.com
Subject: To Follow a Dream

This is a complete work of fiction.  This story is something that I have
written because it's a fantasy of mine.  I in no way know if the people
involved in this story are actually gay or bi.  I do not know any of the
people involved in this story personally, although if I were given the
chance I would love to meet all of them.


			     To Follow a Dream

	You know people are always asking me if I always knew where I wind
up.  Each time I've been given the answer, I can only make one reply.  I
never knew whether I would wind up doing this, but I had always dreamed
about it.  Maybe I need to give you a little information about myself.  My
name is Anthony, I stand around 5'10, weigh about 250 pounds, and I'm a
wrestler.  I know that right now a lot of you are probably asking "A
wrestler?" and the answer is yes.  I knew when I was 10 years old, what I
wanted to do, and all my life I worked towards that goal.

	I guess I was about 17 when I actually got really involved.  I'd
gone through a couple of wrestling schools during my summer vacations, and
the summer that I turned 17 I actually went on circuit with the guys from
my school.  We were in a small independent federation that covered the
northern tip of Florida.  That summer I worked my ass off.  We would arrive
at a town early in the afternoon and then we would spend most of the
afternoon setting up the room and getting the place ready for everything.
I still remember the very first time that I stepped into the ring in an
actual match.  There couldn't have been more than 300 people there in the
whole place, but the excitement that ran through the air was palpable.  You
could reach out your hand and you could feel the tingling that it caused
spread through your whole body.  Before we even got started I knew that
this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

	The guy that I was wrestling that night was a bruiser.  I mean he
was nearly six inches taller than me and outweighed me by a good 200
pounds.  I was supposed to go out there and job to the guy, but at the last
minute I was given word that they wanted a real match.  Tom and I looked at
each other and within five minutes had talked our way through most of the
bumps we would take, however we agreed to go with the flow of the crowd.
The match went off well, until the finish of it.  I remember lying on the
mat and watching as Tom climbed up onto the turnbuckle for his finishing
maneuver.  His finishing move was an elbow drop from the top rope.  As I
watched his body flying through the air, I braced myself for the impact
that I knew was happening.  However somewhere in the ordeal, something went
wrong.  I remember his arm going across my chest making it look like he was
driving his elbow into me, and then I heard a crack and felt immense pain.
As the breath was driven out of me, he quickly covered me and got the
1*2*3.  I remember rolling out of the ring, before I collapsed from the
pain that I was feeling.

	When I woke up I was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
They informed me that what I had at least two broken ribs, but they were
going to take me to the hospital to X-ray me and find out the extent of my
injuries.  I spent most of the night in the hospital and after the show was
over and everything was packed up, the guys stopped by to check up on me.
Tom was nearly beside himself over the fact that he had caused the
injuries, but I wouldn't hear it.  Finally it took me getting up out of bed
and putting him into a headlock to convince him that I was okay.  As I gave
him a noogie on his head, I could hear him laughing and the other guys
laughing along with me.  I guess you could say that I got my start that
night, and ever since then it's been an uphill climb. The next couple of
shows I wasn't able to wrestle, and it drove me crazy.  I paced the
backstage areas like a caged beast waiting for my shot to get out there
again.  Finally my ribs were healed enough and I was back out in the
action.

	That summer was a big summer for me.  I grew up a lot, but that
happens when you travel with 20 other guys and sometimes share rooms with
at least three or four of them.  It was also during this time that I came
to grips with something that had been bugging me for a while.  Sharing a
room with three other guys who's body was a toned as mine, made me realize
that I was indeed more than attracted to a couple of them.  I was in lust.
I used to lock myself in the bathroom in order to find relief from the
parade of nearly naked or naked flesh that would go through the room, but
as the summer went on I was became more comfortable with them and with my
feelings.  Before too long I was walking around in the same stage of
undress that they were and it felt like I was in heaven.  Then the summer
ended and I had to go back to school.

	Luckily it was my senior year and I only had to do half a year due
to our block scheduling.  I'd managed to grab some extra credits in my
sophomore and junior year because I knew that once I graduate I was going
to be doing the touring circuit as often as I could.  Weekdays went to
school, but my weekends belonged to wrestling.  Several of us would hang
out and I got to be good friends with a lot of the guys.  Besides the
clique that I was in which consisted of Jon, Tom, Mike, and Drew all of
whom held a remarkable amount of power in the federation, I got to know
those that were in the lower ranks as well.  It was there that I first ran
across the person that would become my partner.

	I had walked into the gym one Saturday morning, and Jake, my
trainer, came over to me.  "Anthony, I have someone for you to meet."

	"Okay, let me throw my stuff into my locker and I'll be right
there."

	"Okay, we'll be in my office." Jake said as he walked away from me.
Jake and I had always had a good relationship.  He was the one who had
actually gotten me involved in the business and I guess it didn't help that
I was his nephew.  However one thing that I've always liked about Jake is
that he didn't treat me any different than any other wrestler when we were
in training.  Outside of the building we were uncle and nephew, but inside
the building we were trainer and trainee.

	Anyways as I walked into the office, I was shocked to see a guy
standing by Jake.  Now let me tell you, where as I'm blonde haired, blue
eyed, and fair skinned, he was just the opposite.  He was the epitome of
tall, dark, and handsome.  As we looked at each other, a flash of
recognition broke through me.

	"Jason?  Jason Gaylord?  Oh my god!  Where in the hell have you
been?" I asked as I pulled him into a hug.  You see Jason and I had been
best friends up until the 9th grade.  Then his family had moved, and I
hadn't seen him again.  We'd tried to stay in touch, but eventually due to
my traveling and through his own circuit made it hard to stay in touch.  We
still called each other occasionally, but I hadn't heard from him in nearly
a year.

	"Well I've been out of the country studying in Japan.  They've got
some tough circuits over there." He said as he returned the hug and then
pulled back to look at me.  I could see him going into the thoughtful mode
as he playfully poked at my stomach.  "Not bad, not bad at all," he said
with a smile playing across his face.  "Seems like you've bulked up a bit."

	"Well with this slave driver here, what do you expect," I said as I
jerked my head towards Jake with a smile.  "So tell me what in the hell are
you doing here?"

	"Well actually I asked him here," Jake said.  "Please both of you
sit down, I have something that I want to talk to you about.  Anthony as
you know, you have a gimmick and it's working well for you, however we
believe that you need more popularity.  And we've come up with a way to do
just that.  How would you like to turn heel?"

	"What?" I asked disbelief coloring my voice.

	"It wouldn't be all at once, it would be a gradual decline.  You
see maybe what you didn't know is that Jason's gimmick is that of a demon.
I believe that he calls himself Azazil."

	"One of the fallen angels," Jason took the time to whisper to me.

	"Well what we're wanting to do is take the two of you and make a
tag team that no one has ever seen before.  We'll call it Redemption.  The
deal is we have one demon, Jason, and one angel, you.  However your methods
of dealing with things might be a bit unorthodox.  That doesn't mean that
you're going to turn heel, but the methods that you use in your matches
could make you come over as one.  You've got the personality for it and the
charisma to do it, but it's up to you."

As I sat there in the office looking between the two, I began to see the
possibilities.  There was a definite take on it, and it had never been done
before, and I have to admit that I was intrigued to work with Jason as
well.  While we both knew what the other was doing, we'd never had the
chance to see what the other's arsenal included. "I'll agree on one
condition," I said as a smile began to play over my face.

"What's that?" Jake said a bit wearily.

"Jason and I have to wrestle.  I want a shoot match right now between him
and I." I said with a serious expression on my face.

As I looked over at Jason I could see the smile appearing on his face.
"Deal," he said before Jake said anything.

"Good then lets go get changed."

As we headed off to the locker room I was filled with excitement.  As we
changed, I couldn't help but look over and admire his ass as he bent over
to pick up his shorts from the bench.  Quickly adjusting myself so that my
hard on wasn't noticeable I changed quickly and headed out to the ring.  As
I jumped into the ring and started to get warmed up, I was surprised to see
the other guys around.  Obviously the word had gotten out and everyone
wanted to watch.  You see it's not everyday that a shoot match happens.
The reason for it is that no spots are worked on until we start the match.
Then we just go with the flow.

I had just gotten through with my warm ups when Jason walked out and got
into the ring.  I could tell from the slight amount of sweat on him that he
had done his in the locker room.  With a querying look towards him, I
waited for him to show that he was ready.  When he nodded I moved in and we
quickly locked up.  I was surprised by the amount of strength that seemed
to flow through the body, but I could tell that he was surprised too by the
expression on his face.  This was going to be a good match and a lot of fun
as well.  For nearly thirty minutes we went through moves on each other,
and the yells from the guys was all the encouragement that we needed.
Finally when we were both so tired that we could barely stand with
stumbling, I held out my hand and with a grin he reached out his and shook
it before pulling me into a hug.  As my face was thrust next to his pit, I
could smell his sweat and it was a major turn on for me.  Suddenly I pulled
away from him and hurried out of the ring, my face turning red as I
realized that I was sporting an enormous hard on.

Making my way to the locker room, I turned the shower on and put my head
under the cold water.  It cooled me down some, but not enough, so I went
back my locker and grabbed a towel, a bar of soap, and my shampoo.
Stepping out of my gear, I made my way back to the shower and stood under
the water.

The blast of cold water on my bare skin had the desired affect, so I turned
the hot water on and started soaping up.  As I ran the bar of soap down my
body, I remembered again the Jason's body and his smell and my dick started
rising.  As I soaped up my pubes, I reached down with my other hand and
slowly started tugging on my now hard dick, as visions of my friend seemed
to run rampart through my mind.  I was so occupied in what I was doing that
I didn't hear the door to the locker room open, and it wasn't until I felt
a hand on my shoulder that I even knew someone was in the room with me.  As
I jumped and turned around, Jason was standing there naked as I was.  With
a quick once over with his eyes, he suddenly reached down and grabbed my
hard dick with this hand.

"Allow me," he whispered as he started stroking my aching dick.  As I
opened my mouth to protest he silenced me with his lips.  As his lips met
mine I was hit with what felt like a jolt of electricity running through my
body.  As his tongue teased my lips begging for entry, I opened them and
allowed him free reign of my mouth as our tongues started a duel that was
as old as time.  Pulling him close to me, I smashed our bodies together as
our kiss became more heated.  Running my hands down his back, I clasped
that ass that I'd seen and pulled him into me as tight as I could.  As our
erections met, I couldn't control myself anymore and with a moan of
pleasure, I felt myself shoot all over his body.  My orgasm seemed to feed
his as suddenly I felt him shooting his load against my stomach and still
our lips stayed clasped together.  As our erections started to subside, we
finally pulled back from our kiss and looked at each other.

"Wow," I said as I looked at him, noticing the lust starting to fade from
his eyes.

"I'll say," he said with a slight laugh as he leaned into kiss me once
more.

His lips had just met mine when we heard a voice screaming out from behind
us both, "What the fuck is going on here?"


Well I hope that you guys have liked it so far.  Now here's the challenge,
if you can tell me what parts of this story is true and what parts are
fiction then I'll dedicate the next chapter entirely to you.  Now I will
remind you that this is a work of fiction, but it does have a lot of basis
in truth.  Also there is more to come later.  Just think what's going to
happen when Jason and Anthony meet The Hardyz?  Or how about when they meet
HHH or even the man himself Mr. McMahon?  All of this will be revealed next
time, in To Follow a Dream.