The Serial Spanker
 

(For Nerokun)

Tank Howitzer browsed his phone as he walked down the silent street. He'd just finished putting on a show and was now on his way back through a deserted part of the city. The pro-wrestler still wasn't drawing big crowds, but the company was at least starting to push him. Maybe in a couple years he might hit the big time...

"Hah!" he suddenly guffawed. "What's this, a serial spanker?" He was looking up a news story on his phone. Apparently some sort of masked weirdo had been going around lately, ambushing unsuspecting people and humiliating them with harsh, bare-butt spankings. There was all sorts of speculation online about who could be behind it. He scrolled through a few pictures on his timeline, showing some who'd been caught.

"Well, 'least I've got nothing to worry about," Tank said with a shrug. "I'm buff as hell. No Serial Spanker's gonna mess with me."

"Is that right? Well let's put you to the test then kid." Came voice, echoing from the alley he was in.

Walking from the far end from the alley was a tall figure, face wrapped up in a black bandana. He also sported a black shirt and a white undershirt underneath, black leather jeans and matching boots. His heavy boot steps advance towards the green gorilla.

"Huh?" Tank turned in surprise. He hadn't heard anybody approaching at all, not until the voice had spoken.

He looked him and down in confusion. "No way, are you... him? You're that serial spanker guy?"

He continued to walk towards him, nodding his head with chuckle. "That is me. And you're going to experience first hand what I do with all my victims." He said as he edged closer towards the gorilla, dragging what looks like a belt across the floor.

This whole thing was so surreal. Tank had just read about this guy, and now here he was right in front of him? Had the guy been tracking him? He didn't like the look of that belt either... However, he still wasn't worried. "Pshaww. Maybe this spooky stuff works on your other victims, but I'm a pro-wrestler, man. I hardly think I'm in any danger of you spanking me." He snickered and puffed his chest out.

"Now I remember you. You're Tank. I actually witnessed some of your matches. Shame you don't get the recognition you deserve." He taunted once again as he was now standing in front of him. "And that's what they all say, until I have squirming and crying over my lap."

"Squirming and crying, huh? Alright, I've had just about enough of this!" Tank opened his arms wide and went to grab the guy into a bear hug. Maybe he could get some sort of reward an recognition for being the dude to capture the elusive serial spanker. "We'll see how tough you are once you get a load of my moves!"

He looks at the gorilla as he wrapped his arms around him for a big bear hug. "Oh my~ you've got some spunk. Do bad I'm giving to spank it out if ya.." he said, giving him headbutt right on his head.

"Augh! Ook!" Tank reeled from the blow and let go of the spanker. He was a pro-wrestler and knew how to fight, but he also wasn't used to "real" hits. Everyone he worked with pulled their punches so nobody got hurt in the ring.

He smirks. "Oh that's right, wrestlers aren't used to the real deal!" He said as he grabs the wrasslin' green monkey. "Now that I got you disoriented, time for some swift justice." He said, kneeling down, and dragging him across his knee.