Kirk, Epilogue

Kirk

The next time I shot for the wrestling company, Troy took me aside and had a talk with me.
“I know I’ve been giving you liberties with some of the wrestlers and the wrestlers may even have allowed that. But I need to see more photos of the losing wrestler if they’ve been knocked out. More specifically speaking, Kirk is one of my stars now. If there’s no pictures of him knocked out cold after fans have watched the match, I get angry e-mails.”

I went back in my mind and realized Troy was right when it came to the last shoot in Pembroke. Almost immediately after having been left alone with a knocked out Kirk I had dropped my camera and gone to town. I had been unprofessional.

“You’re right. I apologize. It won’t happen again.”
I got a second chance.

Kirk, however, wasn’t present at the latest shoot. In fact, it took a whole year before I saw him again for a wrestling weekend in Florida. He had reinvented himself, convinced he was now more of a badass. He was going to be the heel, the confident, if not arrogant wrestler, who wins all his matches. He had definitely worked hard on his body. His muscles looked great. But to establish himself as a mean wrestler, he had grown an odd, curly mustache. Like he was the villain in an old movie, who would twist at the end of it when concocting a devious plan. I felt like it didn’t suit him. I was less attracted to him because of it.

Kirk, Dimitri

Kirk did walk up to me to give me a hug. He said it was nice to see me. We had that weird conversation you sometimes have to have with an ex where you tell them what’s been going on in your life, but you kind of embellish the truth, hoping you’ll look better.

Kirk first faced Dimitri for a ring match. Dimitri was known to be a tough opponent. Thick muscles, an amazing track record with the company and some impressive skill and perseverance.

Once they were both in the ring, I was once again amazed by Kirk's gorgeous body. Dimitri also had the looks of a superhero, but there was somehow always something about Kirk that would draw me to him.

The match didn’t go well for Kirk. He was quick to get started on the musclehunk, but it was Kirk whose eyes were rolling up when he got caught in an impressively complicated stranglehold.

Kirk

I made sure to make enough photos of Kirk passed out cold and noticed the bulge in his red speedo. I knew not to touch it and left the room before he woke up.

The next day Kirk had Cole as an opponent. Now I knew for sure Troy was trying to teach Kirk a lesson. Cole had been with the company for literally longer than a decade. Known to be tough, I am pretty sure Cole hadn’t lost in a match in his long career. With his own finishing move the Heart Punch, other wrestlers feared him. He may have aged in the meantime, but he was a ruthless fighter still.

Kirk, Cole

Kirk clearly also feared Cole. That or he was finally so sick of losing that he had decided to cheat. He had a steel chain wrapped around his hand, which he kept behind his back as he walked up to Cole in the ring. He suspiciously extended his left hand to shake Cole’s, before punching the ribs of the veteran.

Kirk continued to dominate Cole and if he was going to succeed in beating him, we would have gay wrestling history in the making. Kirk eventually even uses the chain to choke Cole out.

I looked at the scene unfolding in front of me with an open mouth. I was shocked, as I continued to take the photos. It looked like Kirk had finally achieved what he had wanted for so long. And not just with a random new, inexperienced, or jobber guy. No, he was on his way to beat Cole.

Cole, Kirk

He took the chain to the corner of the ring and didn’t seem to be fully able to understand what had happened either. Incredulously he looked at the chain as he dropped it. Behind him, Cole had just started to come to and was climbing to his feet. Kirk didn’t notice.

What followed was Cole furiously attacking Kirk from behind. Kirk was mercilessly destroyed by the experienced wrestler, in a way that was familiar to me and everyone who had seen Kirk lose before, yet it was worse.

Kirk was a mess. Dazed, unable to focus, the front of his trunks bulging, the back wedged up his round butt. When it became clear Kirk could barely stand, Cole finished him off with his Heart Punch. Kirk was already out cold before he hit the canvas.

Cole took the steel chain from the corner of the ring and draped it over himself, before slowly pinning and counting out our fallen hero, who lay spread eagle, vulnerable and unmoving in the middle of the ring. He then draped the chain over Kirk and left the ring.

Cole, Kirk

I took photos from every angle once I had been left alone with Kirk. I put my camera down and looked at him. I felt sorry for him.
“Better luck next time, bud”, I said out loud.
His unconscious body didn’t hear me.

I turned around and left the ring area. It was to be the last time I’d see Kirk.


THE END