Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle v. Champ JoelAlphaHunk

TSWF Title Match:  Round 1

The Champ JoelAlphaHunk strode into the ring room wearing only his TSWF title belt and a bright red jock strap.  He had a dark brown trimmed beard and a shaved head.  He unfastened his belt and hung it over a ring post.  His pouch barely contained his 9” uncut cock.  He stepped between the top and middle ropes and began stretching his hamstrings one at a time by lifting each bare foot over the top rope.  Knowing his bulge was on display, he looked directly at the video camera and flashed a cocky grin then began stretching out his 34” quads.  His 50” pecs had the slightest dusting of black hair.  They appeared to be glistening from a pre-match workout.  His eight pack had never looked better.  Joel bent each muscled arm back over his head stretching out both triceps.  Then he turned away from the camera and squatted down into a frog pose.  With his bare brown ass exposed to viewers, he leaned forward, bracing his knees on his triceps and lifting off his feet in a flying frog pose.  The angle revealed his taint and smooth brown hole as the 6’3” 230 pound Champ teased the audience.

The door to the ring room opened and a voice snarled, “What is this?  Some kind of a joke?”  JAH came down to his feet and turned around on one knee to see Tino Gavras holding a duffel bag and marching toward the ring.  He was wearing only an orange jock strap containing his 9.5” cut cock.  The olive-skinned Gavras looked pumped from a pre-match weight lifting session.  His 50” pecs and 20” biceps were sculpted works of art.  He glared at Joel, taunting “Your mother know you’re here today?”  “What the fuck do you mean?” responded the Champ as he stood up.  The Greek Heel dropped his bag by the metal steps.  He slid into the ring and walked over to the P.R. Alpha Stud.

“Let’s see what you got?” demanded OrangeMuscle as he went into a double bicep flex exposing his black armpit hair opposite a full length mirror just outside the ropes.  As the two Alphas stood next to each other, the P.R. Alpha Stud immediately adopted the same pose revealing his own cropped black pit hair.  Gavras snickered “You call that an arm?”  He turned to JAH, dropped one arm and flexed his other bicep.  “This,” Tino announced, “is an arm, alright?  What else you got?” 

JAH rolled his eyes and clasped his hands in front of his body while spreading his lats.  “I’m the P.R. Alpha Stud, fucker!” exclaimed the Champ, “You’ll be worshipping my muscled body and begging me to fuck you when this match is over!”  Standing behind JAH, OrangeMuscle snorted “Jeez.  You call that a back?  You got nothing.”  He placed his hands on each of the Champ’s upper arms and said with a mocking tone “What are these?  Toothpicks?  I don’t see nothing.”

JoelAlphaHunk frowned, turned and—face-to-face with Tino—double bi-flexed.  He said “I’ve had enough of your cr….”  BAM!  “Ooofff!”  Gavras’s cross SLAMMED into the Champ’s mid-section.  As JAH bent forward, Tino raised both arms and brought them down hard on Joel’s back in a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE.  WHUMP!  “Ugh!”  The Champ was flattened on the mat on his chest. 

Gavras wasted no time in STOMPING his back twice.  THWACK!  “Ugh!”  THWACK!  “Ugh!”  The Greek Heel snorted then stepped on Joel’s back, walking over him.  Snarling, Tino asked “You wanna see something, JoelBetaBitch?  Let me show you something.”  Placing one foot on Joel’s back, Tino leaned down and flexed his left bicep close to Joel’s face while pointing at the peak with his right hand.  “That’s a real man’s cep, Bitch!” he taunted.  OrangeMuscle’s bulge was more pronounced.  The head of his cut cock could now be seen straining against the pouch.  As his cock tented outward, a gap had opened around his leg holes providing a glimpse of his large smooth balls.  From his prone position, Joel muttered “Fuck you, asshole!”

OrangeMuscle stood up straight, took his foot off Joel’s back and resumed STOMPING the Champ’s upper and lower back.  BAM!  “Agghh!”  BAM!  “Agghh!”  BAM!  “Agghh!”  With each kick, JoelAlphaHunk’s body convulsed.  “You got nothing for me!” Gavras snarled.  He reached down and grabbed JAH by the neck, dragging him to his feet, then pushed him backwards into the corner.  Tino wrapped the Champs arms over the top ropes on each side of the ring post before rearing back and sending three hard punches into Joel’s left pec.  POW!  “Oof!”  POW!  “Oof!”  POW!  “Oof!”  “How’s that feel?  You want some more pussy boi?” Tino sneered.  He grabbed Joel by the neck, turned and flipped the Champ up and over, SLAMMING him on his back at center ring.  SPLAT!  Joel jackknifed reflexively and groaned as his body twitched on the canvas.

In the control room, Dandy Dawson grimaced.  OrangeMuscle had neutralized JAH’s speed advantage by wearing him down with brutal stomps.  Now he was turning the Champ into his personal punching bag.  “Warm them up!” Dawson said to Jon Turner aka AchillesAdonis, who held the two remotes.  AA wore a gold Speedo over his 7.5” cut cock.  He was 5’9” and weighed 185 pounds.  He had 50” pecs and 22” biceps—the perfect gymnast’s body.  Jon had dirty blonde hair in his pits.  His treasure trail leading down to his bulge was the same color.  He nodded in response to the promoter’s command and flicked on the vibration buttons of each remote.  Stan and Daddy Rodrigo moaned as they felt vibrations in their cocks and balls.  Stan’s 8.5” cut cock hardened quickly as did DR’s 10” uncut cock.  This time Rodrigo’s dick began leaking pre-cum as it became fully erect.  His big cock started pulsing up and down.  AA leaned down and licked the swollen dark head, tasting DR’s jizz.  “Enough of that, Achilles,” Dawson warned, “Gavras hasn’t won Round 1 yet!”

Back in the ring, Gavras had dragged Joel back to his feet and whipped him across the ring and into the far corner.  The Champ’s back hit the corner turnbuckles.  CLANG!  Tino advanced on JAH, delivering another barrage of punches, this time to both 50” pecs, then the Champ’s solar plexus and his lower abs.  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  The P.R. Alpha Stud’s bountiful ass dropped from the middle turnbuckle to the bottom turnbuckle to the canvass.  His arms fell from the top ropes to the middle ropes and finally the bottom ropes where he lay in a crumpled heap. 

“I got more for you!” exclaimed Gavras as he once again yanked the Champ up and out of the corner and whipped his body across the ring, this time into the ropes.  As JAH bounced back, Tino met him at center ring and slid his right arm through Joel’s armpit, turned him around and slid his left arm through the other pit.  Gavras then locked his hands behind the Champ’s neck, putting him in a FULL NELSON.  “How’s that feel?” snarled The Greek Heel, “That feel good, Bitch?”  Joel grunted loudly and struggled to break free of the painful hold.  OrangeMuscle’s 9.5” cock tented out the pouch of his jock strap and JAH could feel the cock head pressing into his exposed ass crack.  Gavras continued his endless stream of taunts.  “You got nothing, Chump.  Jeez, such a fucking embarrassment.  How’d you ever win that belt in the first place?”  Tino maintained the Full Nelson and shook JAH right and left, manhandling the Champ.

OrangeMuscle lifted JAH up off his feet shouting “YOU GIVE UP?”  Joel groaned but yelled “NEVER!”  Gavras snorted “We’ll see about that pussy boi!’  He fell backwards onto his back, taking JoelAlphaHunk with him while maintaining the Full Nelson.  Quickly, OrangeMuscle wrapped his 33” quads around the Champ’s obliques and began squeezing, trying to cut off some of his air supply.  “Uuuugggggghhhhhh!” groaned JAH as he lay face up.  His bright red bulge pointed skyward.  “GIVE UP NOW BETA BITCH?” hollered Gavras.  But JAH once again grunted out “Never.”  It wasn’t as emphatic this time—a telltale sign the Greek Heel was weakening the P.R. Alpha Stud.

Gavras grunted and released his Full Nelson.  He grabbed each of Joel’s forearms and yanked them hard backwards while maintaining his body scissors around the Champ’s lower torso.  “Aaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!” yelled JAH as he felt painful pressure in his shoulder blades and obliques.  “Feel good, huh?” smirked Tino, “You ain’t nothing.  Just a piece of shit!”  He yanked even harder and Joel’s screams filled the ring room.  “Aaaarrrggggghhhhhhh!!”

OrangeMuscle snorted “I ain’t done with you yet Jobber Bitch!”  Yanking on JAH’s arms, he slid his quads up the Champ’s body until they surrounded his neck in a HEAD SCISSORS and squeezed hard.  “Aaaaggghhhh!” Joel cried out as he felt enormous pressure in his shoulder blades and fought for oxygen.  “YOU’RE GOING OUT BITCH!” yelled Gavras as he cinched the vice tighter.  The Champ wheezed out “Give…I give…I give….”  DING!  DING!  DING!  “You fucking had your chance Chump,” snarled Gavras as he maintained the suffocating head scissors.  Within seconds, Joel’s eyes rolled backwards and his caramel-colored, muscled body went limp.  Gavras snorted “Such a pussy!”  He let go of JAH’s arms and the scissors.   Joel’s head hit the canvass.  THUD!  

Moans filled the control room as both Daddy Rodrigo and Coach Stan neared their climaxes.  TSWF promoter Dawson was clearly displeased with the Round 1 result.  He ordered Turner to “Zap Daddy Rodrigo!”  After turning off the vibration mode on the remote for Stan, Achilles hit the electrical shock button on the remote for DR and Joel’s Trainer started screaming.  “Aaaaggggggghhhhhhh!”  His body twisted and spasmed as his 10” cock  became more engorged and pulsed.  Jon laid down between Rodrigo’s legs, positioning his face below the big cock as it trembled.  He could see DR’s big balls draw up and then a fountain of white cum shot upwards and fell directly into the Dirty Blonde’s open mouth.  “Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Dawson, impressed by AA’s slutty maneuver.  AchillesAdonis swallowed the big load and finally hit the off button on the remote.  Daddy Rodrigo grunted through his ball gag as he came down from his release.

In the ring, Gavras had stood up and placed his size 12 right foot on JAH’s heaving chest.  He double bi-flexed for the cameras then straddled Joel’s pecs.  His big bulge was inches away from the Champ’s sleeping face.  OrangeMuscle pulled his hard cock and balls out of the pouch.  He then flattened himself against JAH’s body, positioning his cock and balls on the Champ’s face and began rubbing his manhood all over Joel’s face.  He taunted “Wake up Bitch, Round 2 will be the end of your Jobber reign!”  The P.R. Alpha Stud slowly regained consciousness.  He could smell the sweaty crotch of The Greek Heel and feel the velvety skin of Gavras’s shaft against his nose and cheeks.  “I know you love this—to be treated as a Bitch.  I can see how much you want my cock.  In your mouth and throat.  In your hole.  I’ll take good care of you after Round 2.”

(To be continued.)