Taking Down the Captain- Part 2 of 3

Anthony is back in action, but he's under the spotlight now. Will he fold under the pressure, or will he be able to win his match? Check out the second part of the series below, and for VIP members, head over to the Discord server to see the photos and videos that were filmed just for this series. He's not a man that you want to pass up seeing in his birthday suit...

The air in the gym was electric as we ran out of the locker room. A pair of fog machines had been set up right by the exit of the tunnel, and as we appeared, we were met with a full gym of people cheering and flashing their cell phone cameras at us. Football and basketball were the marquee sports at most universities, but here, wrestling was king. And the king of our team was about to make his entrance behind us.

We could barely contain ourselves as we huddled together at the edge of the mat.

“Ladies and gentleman, are you ready to see your Atwell State Spartans take to the mat? Let me hear you make some noise!” The crowd was reaching a fever pitch, but they were waiting to unleash their full volume until the last wrestler emerged into the arena. “Then let’s welcome your team captain and national qualifier from last season, Anthony Greco!”

The announcer held out that last syllabus of Tony’s name until he appeared from behind the smoke, but his voice cracked as the smoke cleared. Shocked gasps could be heard, but as the volume decreased, the number of phones in the air increased. No one was sure what was happening, but they were surely going to document it.

Coach Sterling was making his way towards us now, but he said nothing. That wasn’t his style. He would be saving his rage for the one culprit that he could blame this on, but he would soon find out that the entire time was unified… well, except for Anthony.

“In our first bout of the night, we have…”

The meet proceeded as normally as it could as Tony sulked in the chair beside the water cooler. He had a towel over each shoulder and one across his lap, but every time that he moved, one of his pink nipples would appear to remind everyone about his new singlet. Finally, after ignoring us for the first three rounds, it was his turn.

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Normally, I loved having my photo taken with fans, but tonight was different. Everything was different.

I had been sulking during all of the intro matches, and when my name was called, Coach actually had to grab my arm to alert me that it was my turn. The towels fell off of me, and as I stepped under the spotlight, I knew that I had to end this guy quicker than I ever had before. There was a smirk on his face that I needed to wipe off, and just like that, my confidence was back. This fucker thought he knew me based on this fucking singlet, but he knew nothing.

Once the whistle blew, I was in action, and my opponent was lying flat on his ass in less than two seconds. He should have stayed down, but he wiggled his way out of my grasp and threw one of his legs around me. I had the force to stand my ground, but the singlet had barely any give to it, and I couldn’t rotate my leg like I wanted. Stuck there, I could do nothing as I tumbled to the ground except to prepare my landing.

This wasn’t going as it should- I should have already won by now so that I could head back to the locker room. Instead, my opponent was putting up a fight, and I knew that I had to actually kick it up a notch.

For the next minute, we took turns being on top, but each time a pin looked likely, the dynamics would shift. I was getting sweaty now, and since my singlet wasn’t wicking any of it away, I was becoming a slippery mess. Shimmering under the lights, I knew that I was causing a spectacle, and I had one chance to pin this guy.

Getting a second wind, I felt the AC finally kick on in the arena, and as my body finally experienced some relief, I used that burst of energy to finally finish him. Grabbing onto his shoulders as he tried to pull me down from the back, I tossed him over my head with all of the force that I had left, and I crouched over him, pinning his legs down with one of my knees. I had my head pressed down against his shoulder, and with my ass up in the air, I counted down from three along with the ref until he blew his whistle.

The crowd had started laughing at the poor guy, and I joined in with them as the ref lifted my hand into the air. I had won, which meant that I could finally-

“We have a challenge for the match!”

Are you fucking kidding me?

The opposing coach was coming towards us, and Coach Sterling was right behind him. The first guy was holding some book like a nerd, and he handed it to the ref pointing at something in the middle. They both stood there for a second before the ref quieted the crowd to speak.

“Coach Brown has alerted me that Mr. Greco’s, um, uniform is out of regulation. Singlets clearly must have either the school logo or consist predominately of the primarily color of said school. Your singlet is neither.”

“So what are you saying?”

“For the win to count, Mr. Greco will need to get in regulation.”

Coach Sterling was already turning around to find someone to run to the locker room to grab my correct singlet, but the ref was grabbing his arm.

“There is an exception listed for this ruling though. If exhibitions are to be hosted as tributes to Ancient Olympic wrestling, then any singlet rulings can be ignored if not applicable.”

Coach had a stunned look on his face, but I’m not really sure why- I’d gotten a get out of jail free card here, and all we had to do was pretend that we were at the Olympics. I’d be ending up there eventually for Team USA, so why not start now?

“Anthony, take off your singlet.”

“What the fuck, coach?!”

“You’ve gotten yourself into this mess, and you’re going to have to get your way out of it. Take off your singlet.”

“Why?”

“The rules are talking about how the ancient Greeks wrestled, and they weren’t wearing singlets. It’s some old rule from one hundred years ago that was probably used once. Unless you want this to count as a loss, then you’ll do as you’re told.”

What was happening?

I couldn’t start the season 0 and 1, so even though I couldn’t even begin to process what I was about to do, I knew that I had to do it anyway. I’d been standing there with my hands on my hips, and as I moved them to start pulling at the fabric, I ended up feeling skin where I shouldn’t have felt skin.

“What the fuck?!”

Turning around as if I was flexible enough to see my ass, I now understood exactly why the crowd had been laughing when I’d pinned my opponent. There was a zipper at my crack, and he’d somehow pulled it down. I’d been kneeling over with my ass totally exposed, and the crowd behind me now knew what I had on underneath.

Fuck…

Pulling at the straps that were digging into my shoulders, I revealed the tiny slivers of skin that hadn’t been exposed before I began wiggling my way out of the shorts. It seemed that everyone had their phones up now to record me, and there was nothing I could do as I let the singlet fall to my ankles. I couldn’t hide my ass and my bulge, so I just ended up awkwardly shifting between the two and covering nothing.

“Panties? Really, Anthony?”

“Listen, they made me wear them.”

“Well, no one made the Greeks wear those, so they’ll have to come off as well.”

“No way, coach.”

“The Greeks wrestled naked, and unless you plan to do the same, then you’re off the team.”

My vision narrowed to a pinhole, and it felt like I was about to pass out. This couldn’t be happening. Kicked off the team?!

Ignoring the end result, I grabbed the thong and ripped it off my body. Passing it over to the ref, he let it fall to the floor as I stood there, completely naked. Only a few seconds passed, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Um, you’ll need to have at least one of your hands free…”

“Are you serious?”

He was though, so I moved my hands away from my crotch as the ref grabbed my right and pulled it into the air. Now completely exposed, I was turned in a full circle which meant that everyone in the audience could see my shame.

“The win goes to the Spartans.”

A win was a win though. Fist pumping into the air with my free hand, I felt my thick cock flopping all around, but I would be concerned with that later. Now I needed to celebrate my win… if only I knew that it would be a celebration like no other.