"Preparation H" Banzuke Sumo Beya Part 11

The Otter and Tasmanian Wolf, knew the time for intimidation was over, as the last few seconds, slipped away.

Each desperately tried to focus their minds, in readiness to instantly spring into action and clash with their opponent, but images couldn’t help but drift through their minds, the first time they’d took up Sumo, and found an affection for the Sport, all the times they’d trained, Rev-Head always wondered if Travis derived some kind of sexual pleasure from it…..

"OK, on Three……" announced Ralph, The Mawashi clad, Kangaroo.

"ONE !"

Rev head could feel the lactose building in his leg Muscles as he remained in the Tachiai position. He chewed his bottom lip in anticipation, keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent the whole time, as if he could read his mind, or find some kind of weakness, he could maybe exploit…..

"TWO !"

"This is it !!" Travis thought to himself, his lithe muscular body glistening with sweat in the bright sunlight, he desperately wanted to wipe his brow, but knew that…..

"TTTTTHHHRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

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"Can’t you trade places with that Bulldog ??" the Afghan Hound, emplored.

"Can’t you STOP whining…..??" Snapped Rusty, all the way home, they’d heard little else but Lawrence’s protests, the looks on Dennis and Axel’s faces, mirrored that sentiment.

"Well, if you all end up living in Cardboard Boxes, on Oxford Street, because "Thistledown" goes, toes up…Don’t say I didn’t warn you !!"

The Designer, pouted. Glaring accusingly at them.

"Maybe you’d better leave before it comes to that, then…." Sneered the Fox, inpaciently, as they approached their front door, and unlocked it.

"WWWWHHHHAAAAATTTT!!!!!!"

As Dennis, Axel and Rusty all trooped inside, Lawrence scampered up after them, "Look, it’s only because I worry about the effect it could have on "Thistledown" as a Brand name, if everyone starts associating it with "Sumo"……."

"Even if the Guy running it, is a Wrestler himself ??…….."

Swallowing hard, Lawrence nodded, desperately.

"We’ve got a lot of packing to do, as we fly out soon, WE’LL DISSCUSS THIS WHEN I GET BACK !!" Rusty replied pointedly, to the dumb founded Dog, on the top step.

"Err….Ok…"Boss"…..Good luck, anyway….." he spluttered, a little choked up. As the door was slowly, shut in his face.

"YYYYAAAAAYYYYYHHHHHH!!!!!" The Badger and Raccoon cheered and applauded Rusty, after a few minutes. {Waiting for Lawrence to be out of earshot}

"Thank you "Fans"….." the Fox smiled, "Maybe he’ll go and get another Job, while we’re away, just to spite me…But I’ve just about had ALL I can stand of him, anyone else who wants him, is welcome to him…..And YOU can knock that "I told you so" look of your face, RIGHT NOW!, Dennis Brock!"

The Badger, just smirked, ducking as Rusty went to playfully slap him.

"C’mon, let’s start packing….." chirped Axel, heading upstairs.

"Hey, I just thought of something……"

"What’s that ??" the Fox and Raccoon, turned to look at the Badger.

"St Pancras station, doesn’t half look like the one in "The Bouncer", y’know, that bit when the Train crashes into the back wall… !!"

"Gahhh, you and those bloody Computer games…….!!" Gasped Rusty, wearily.

"Just be grateful he didn’t take up "In-Line" Skating, because of "Jet Set Radio"….I don’t think the World’s ready for a Roller Blading Sumo Badger" added Axel, as he continued upstairs.

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The Otter and Tasmanian Wolf collided like Two freight Trains !, each desperately grappled for the others Belt. Travis thrashed his head, ridding himself of the sweat that was plaguing him. The Wolf’s muzzle was twisted into a nasty snarl, as he used his slight height advantage and strength to pull up on Travis’s Mawashi, making a determined step forward, hoping to force him back out of the ring. The Otter instantly counter attacked by hooking one leg inside and around, Rev- Head’s, leaning into him…..

"NNNOOOO!!!" Snarled the Tasmanian Wolf, freeing himself, and darting behind Travis. The Otter span on his Heel, in the same instant. Destroying any chance of a simple hard two handed thrust sending him sprawling out of the ring…..

Decisively, Rev-head lunged forward anyway, as he did so, Travis gripped the wrist and elbow of one arm, and using it as a fulcrum, started to force him to the ground. Aided by his own, sweaty Fur, Rev-head, yanked his arm free, his shoulder muscle ached from the effort, and he only had a fraction of a second to recover.

"COME ON !!!!" Screamed Colin, from where he stood watching, along with the others, such a hard thought match was rare, as most could be over in seconds, but a lot was at stake, the victor would be on the Team, going to represent Australia, in the upcoming Tournament in Japan.

"Get ‘im ! Trav’ " Called out Bowser, not caring what the others might think about who he was cheering for.

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"Well, this is it, We’re all "Off"…Soon….." Announced Ruffert, as he sat, Naked around the Bar, at Nameh’s, beside Mush. Jasper and Decker wandered over to join them, fresh from the showers.

" That’s our last major practice session ‘til we get there !. I’ve popped all our Mawashi’s in the Washer/Drier….." added the stocky Polar Bear, still drying himself with a large towel.

"Thanks "Mom"….." Smiled Mush. As the White Bear, took the stool next to him.

"Bar keep’ Peach juice’s all r’und…." Decker snarled, in his Deep South accent, slapping his hand casually on the small Bar, pretending to be a customer.

"Sorry "Sir", but I think you’ve had TOO much to drink already…or do you want me to get my "Partner" to throw you out…!?" The Lion, teased back.

The Tiger just pouted back, gazing across the bar, he rooted him to the spot with his smoldering eyes. Silently he darted around it, to be beside him.

"Does y’r "Partner", do…THIS !!" Seizing the startled Lion, by the hips, Decker hoisted him up onto the Bar. Nameh flopped chest down upon it. Before he had a chance to compose himself, he felt his Shorts being sharply hugged down to his ankles and a strong hand pressing firmly on his back, holding him still….

"Y’know, Wrestlin’ makes me ……" Decker snarled, lustfully into the Cookie like ear, as he lent over the Lions back. "RRRRANDYYY!!!"

Nameh’s whiskers twitched, as he felt himself being probed under his tail, by..

"Not in FRONT of……You darn EXTROVERT !!" wailed the helpless, pinned Lion.

"Wh’ Not !?!….This izza GAY Bar, innit !?!…." Was the deep voiced, reply. Seizing him by his shoulders now, Decker pulled him back, impaling him on to his rock hard erection as he did so, Nameh winced slightly at the intrusion, he was used to it, but….. Decker seized hold of the other side of the bar, in front of the Two Dogs and Polar Bear, and began pounding away.

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The two Australians clashed once again, in the ring, drawn out in the hard sand, each was breathing heavily at the intensity of their "Bout", they could feel their hot breath on each others necks, as they resumed their firm grips on each others Mawashi’s. Each was putting a Hundred and Ten per cent effort in, but both of them were starting to feel the strain…

"Use your LEGS !!!!" Cried Ralph, it was aimed at both of them really, as they remained practically motionless, in the centre of the ring, locked in a deadly trial of strength. Leaning into each other, neither of them wanting to let the other…..

"GGGGRRRRRGGGHHHH" Rev-Head let out a guttural snarl, as he summoned up, as much strength as he could muster, to force one leg forward

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"Look who’s here….." Beamed Rasputins Mother, as the Staward Grizzly walked in through the front door, she bustled him in the direction of the living room.

"F..Father…"

"Hello, Son…I’ve got some shore leave, So your Mother and I, can come and watch you Wrestle for the Glory of Russia….."

"Come..??" Rasputin gasped in surprise, as he walked over to the large old Armchair where his Father always sat when he was back from the Oil rig.

"Oh…..I was keeping it a Surprise !!" Whistled the Mother Bear, delighting at seeing her Husband and Son, back together again.

"Really??….Anyway, Your Mother has some Money, saved from her Job, and I’ve put up the rest….It’ll be like the Honeymoon we never had…."

The Mother Bear dashed across the room, and planted a big kiss on his muzzle, wrapping her arm around him and hugged him warmly.

Rasputin rubbed the back of his head, and gazed at the ceiling, "Umm, do YOU want me to leave you alone ??"

"Oh Yes,…Heres some money, go to the Cinema !!" his Father replied, waving a pretend invisible bank note, guessing what his Son was implying.

The couple just laughed heartily, as Rasputin, squirmed uncomfortably on the spot.

"Seriously, though Son, Your Mother tells me, you have Maximillian as a Trainer now…."

Swallowing hard, Rasputin wandered over to his Father, who still had one arm affectionately around his loving Wife.

"Isn’t he a little umm, "Old", Son, you used to watch the "IronBear" Contests, on my knee, when you where a tiny Cub, and……"

"His minds as sharp as ever !!" snapped the Grizzly, "He really puts Me an’ Valdis "Through the Wringer" !!!" he added in defense of the elderly Bear.

His Father, just nodded thoughtfully, "That’s good, Son…I expect you’re glad to have someone "Pushing you"….I only wish I wasn’t at Sea, so…"

"That’s alright….I’ve been training extra hard, that Panda beat me the First time, then I beat him, this’ll be the third time we’ll meet in the Ring, and…"

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With a deep throated snarl, the sweaty naked Tiger, pumped his lover full of his seed, and withdrew, " ‘Ow’s zat, fer a "Goin’ away" Present !?!"

"Grrrrreat !!" gasped, Nameh, desperately trying to compose himself. Rolling his eyes he lifted himself up, from where he’d been sprawled out in front of the others, clambering back off the bar, he pulled his shorts back up, as dignified as he could.

"I’ve got you one too, my love….But it’s a bit more "Subtle" than yours…."

"Pres’nt…..F’ ME !!!"

The Genteel Lion, rummaged under the bar, and produced a small, neatly wrapped parcel, and handed it too him.

Decker gleefully examined the parcel, compete with ribbon and a bow…

"GO ON !!!" "Open it !!" Encouraged the Two Dogs and Bear, from the other side of the wooden Bar.

"A Plushi’ Tiger !?!" Questioned Decker, it felt hard, and surprisingly heavy….

"Open his little Leather Vest……You see, its really a mobile phone, in a cuddly Tiger "Case"……Smiled, Nameh.

Decker, could see the buttons, and display as he prized the "Toys" Vest open, "Sure is Cute, even has ah taste fer Leathers like meself !!, Thanks !!"

Wrapping a muscular Arm, around Nameh, he drew him close to him, and gave him a sharp peck on the cheek.

"This way, you can keep in touch with me !!. Sorry I can’t go with you Kitty Kat, but someone has to "Hold the Fort" you know….."

"Ah, Un’derstan’….." His Partner replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice. As he cradled the plush/phone in his other large hand.

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"There’s…..NO…..Bloody…..WAY !!!" Gasped the exasperated Tasmanian Wolf, as he slowly lifted himself out of the sand.

"Trav’ beat you fair and square !!" Ralph replied, simply, as the Sea Otter nodded a customary bow, to his fallen Opponent. Travis had pulled on him sharply, as he'd inched forward and……

"Well, this is where you’re FUCKED!, Travis, see…because I made a plan for such an event….." the ‘Wolf snarled.

"I’m simply going to register myself as the sole representative of New Zealand, Tasmania to be precise!"

"Oh…..You Devil !!" Whistled Travis, in the Effeminate way the Wolf would expect of him, it was pandering to a stereotype, but…..

It obviously worked, because Rev-Head just glared at him, then his expression softened, "Yeah, you beat me, Travis, and I kinda respect you for that….Sorry about all the pre-judging, an’ all….."

The Otter just cocked an eyebrow, only partly believing him. With a sigh, the Tasmanian Wolf stood up, and graciously returned the bow, sincerely.

"Good on’ ya !!" Beamed Ralph, his arms folded across his chest, from where he stood ringside, along with the others.

"Yeah, go on…Kiss n’ make up !!" Jeered Colin, getting scornful looks from just about everyone else there, "C’mon, can’t a guy have a little fun?, …Well done, Trav’….’Reckon you’ll get away with that NZ "trick" though, Rev-head…..??"

"Yeah,…..It’ll be cool, got a mate over there, who’ll E-mail it through, for me…"

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"I MUSTN’T forget my "Phone" " Fawned Randell, idly playing with it, as Lyro obediently packed his bag for him.

"What’s so special about it,…" Lyro sighed, daring to think out loud, he’d remembered the Grey Wolf, taking delivery of it, but….

"Ring, ring……" Warbled Randell, imitating a generic phone ring, with a vicious grin he held it up to his ear, flipped a switch, causing it to make a barely audible escalating whine….. "It’s for you !?" he Sneered.

"Me ??" the surprised Black Beta Wolf turned to look over his shoulder, but….

Savagely, Randell, stabbed his underling, squarely between the shoulder blades with the blunt end of it, at the press of a button, an Electrical charge, discharged through two metal contacts, at the base of the phone.

"AAAAARRRRUUUUGGGGGAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!" Gasped Lyro, in agony, his knees gave out from under him, and he collapsed to the floor.

"My little "Insurance policy"…..Time enough for me to "get the Boot in", Randell’s foot swept across the floor, stopping millimeters from the dazed Wolves stomach, "One discharge per battery !!, So there’s NO chance of it getting snatched and used against me !!, I’ll keep some spares, hidden on me, though….." He released the catch, and the flat battery, clattered to the Floor, by Lyro’s Muzzle.

"Nooo, more…..Please….." Croaked Lyro, riving about on the floor, completely at the mercy of his "Alpha".

"Pick it up !!" Randell commanded, in his emotionless icy tone.

The Black Wolf scooped up the small battery as he hauled himself to his feet, wincing at the dull ache he felt all over.

Randell snatched it back from him, and re-inserted it into the phone, "Put it on to "Charge" He barked, "Charger’s in the socket over, there !!"

"It’s pay back time, to those "Sour Krauts" {Germans} his time, if they EVEN so much as LOOK at me, funny, I’ll………"

TO BE CONTINUED…..