Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle v. Champ JoelAlphaHunk

TSWF Title Match:  The Final Round

Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle had slunk to his corner.  He was pissed Round 2 had ended with his hole exposed to the camera as his legs were split wide open in the spladle.  But he was determined to destroy JoelAlphaHunk in Round 3 and become the new TSWF Champ.  He turned towards the corner turnbuckles, grabbed the top ropes on both sides of the ring post and leaned back, stretching his hamstrings while he readied himself for the final round.  

The Champ watched from the opposite corner.  Tino’s olive-skinned ass cheeks were so fucking inviting.  Joel’s cock remained rock hard.  He would demolish the Heel, skull fuck his throat and pummel his hole without mercy.  The video streaming sales would set new records.  TSWF fans wanted to see Gavras reduced to a sobbing Bitch.  JAH adjusted his cock one more time.  

Tino turned around to face the Champ.  He snarled “You think you’re a hot shot?  Well, fuck you, you’re a piece of shit and soon you’ll be my Bitch boi!”  “We’ll see about that, fucker!” smirked JAH as he walked confidently towards center ring and raised his arms inviting Gavras to a test of strength.  Seeing Joel’s tenting pouch, Tino smirked “Do I turn you on that much?”  He approached JAH, raised his arms and engaged the Champ’s hands.  

Loud grunts filled the ring as both Alpha Males—dripping in sweat—pushed against each other with their arms overhead.  Their sweaty 50” chests met.  Tino could feel JAH’s light dusting of black hair against his smooth pecs.  Slowly but surely, Joel’s height and weight advantages enabled him to press down on The Greek Heel.  Soon, OrangeMuscle was forced to one knee.  “Look at you, pathetic, kneeling before the P.R. Alpha Stud,” Joel taunted.

JAH dropped Gavras’s hands and quickly applied a SIDE HEAD LOCK to the challenger.  He yanked Tino to his feet and dragged him a few feet before dropping to the canvas and BULL-DOGGING Gavras’s face into the mat.  BAM!  “Ugh!”  OrangeMuscle involuntarily flipped onto his back.  The Champ jumped onto his chest using his knees to pin Tino’s shoulders while yanking the Heel’s muscled arms above his head.   Joel’s bright red jock pouch hovered just above Gavras’s face—so close that Tino inhaled JAH’s masculine scent.

The Champ smirked “How do you want to go out, Bitch?”  But just as he finished asking Tino’s legs surrounded Joel’s neck and yanked his muscled body backwards.  “What the…?” JAH hollered and very quickly their positions were reversed with OrangeMuscle sitting astride the Champ’s chest and pinning his shoulders with his knees while keeping JAH’s arms stretched above his head.  “Don’t think I’m through, pussy!” snarled Gavras, adding “I’m number 1, don’t you forget that!”  He pushed his orange pouch into Joel’s chin.  A wet spot had appeared on the fabric.  The Champ felt the moisture and smelled Tino’s pre-cum.

Gavras let go of Joel’s arms and BITCH SLAPPED his face.  WHAP!  “Ugh!”  WHAP!  “Ugh!”  Then he rose and double bi-flexed down at JAH’s prone body.  The Greek Heel’s 9.5” cock was fully hard.  The wet mushroom head appeared above the waistline of his jock strap.  Joel stared upwards at the olive-skinned pecs, bulging biceps and trimmed black pit hair.  His own cock twitched in his pouch as he saw the swollen head of Tino’s cock.  The Champ shuddered at the thought of Gavras’s baseball bat of a dick pummeling his brown hole.  

Gavras dropped his pose and STOMPED Joel’s chest and abs five times.  BAM!  “Oof!”  BAM!  “Oof!”  BAM!  “Oof!”  BAM!  “Oof!”  BAM!  “Oof!”  The Champ tried to curl into a ball to protect himself but a sixth kick, this time into his obliques, forced him onto his chest.  “Get up!” ordered Tino, “C’mon get up!”  Slowly, Joel rose onto all fours.  Gavras raised his arms and SLAMMED them down on the Champ’s back, flattening him back onto the mat like a pancake.  OrangeMuscle jumped onto JAH’s back.  He cupped Joel’s chin and yanked up his head and bending his back.  “How’s that feel, BitchBoy?” he demanded.  Joel grunted loudly as his back was compressed.  Then, just as suddenly, Gavras let go of JAH’s chin and the Champ face-planted.  THUD!

“I GOT MORE FOR YOU!” yelled Tino as he rose and kicked Joel onto his back once more.  Gavras grabbed the Champ’s ankles and raised them high.  He put his right barefoot on JAH’s red pouch, felt the hard shaft and balls that lay inside, and pressed down hard GAS-PEDALING the Champ’s manhood.  “Aaaarrrggggghhhhh!” screamed the P.R. Alpha Stud as his arms flailed wildly.  Tino raised his right foot then STOMPED Joel’s package.  SQUISH!  “AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!” JAH yelled even louder.  

In the control room, Dandy Dawson paced before the TV monitor.  Fucking Gavras was again dominating the Champ.  The arrogant Alpha Prick might just win the TSWF title.  The promoter looked at Coach Stan who, despite his ball gag, appeared to be grinning.  Daddy Rodrigo looked worried, for good reason.

Gavras let go of Joel’s legs and the Champ’s hands immediately covered his tenting pouch.  “Not done with you yet, Chump!”  Tino reached down and yanked the Champ to his feet.  He wrapped his right gun around JAH’s neck in a SIDE HEAD LOCK.  He then half-dragged Joel to the nearby corner, lifted up his face, and SLAMMED it into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  Joel stumbled backwards into Gavras who grabbed the back of the Champ’s head and SLAMMED his face one more time into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  This time the Champ was seeing stars.  He bounced backwards only to crumple to the mat on his side.  Gavras raised his arms in victory before sending a series of kicks into Joel’s chest and sides.  BAM!  “Ugh!”  BAM!  “Ugh!”  BAM!  “Ugh!”  

The Champ was nearly finished.  He tried to roll under the bottom rope for a reprieve but Tino grabbed his ankles and dragged his body to center ring on his back.  He locked each ankle in his armpits, then twisted the Champ up and over onto his chest.  As Gavras sat down to complete the BOSTON CRAB, he contorted Joel’s back to the breaking point.  “Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!” screamed the P.R. Beta Bitch who appeared to be on the verge of submitting and losing his title.  “HAD ENOUGH, PUSSY BOI?” hollered OrangeMuscle as he squatted lower, increasing the pressure on JAH’s compressed vertebrae.  Joel groaned an unconvincing “No, no….no.”

“Yeah, right,” snorted OrangeMuscle.  He continued “Don’t worry.  I got more for you!  I ain't done yet.”  Tino released Joel’s ankles and stood up.  He smirked as he saw the Champ’s brown body twitching from the aftershocks of the Boston Crab.  Joel reached down, grabbed Joel’s head and him yanked up.  He snaked one arm between JBB’s legs while wrapping his other around the Champ’s neck.  Then Gavras hauled Joel’s body face up onto his broad shoulders in a TORTURE RACK.  “Aaagggghhhhh!” yelled JoelBetaBitch.  Tino flashed a cocky grin and began jumping up and down sending shockwaves throughout the Chump’s nerve-endings.  “Aaarrrrggghhhhh, please, no, no, please,” begged JBB.  Gavras started doing squats while maintaining the soon-to-be-former Champ in the torture rack.  Half of his big hard cock now protruded above his waistband.  Strands of pre-cum dripped down the shaft.  Screams filled the ring room followed by whimpering sobs “I give, I give, I give!!!”  Gavras laughed “Huh?  I can’t hear you!”  “I GIVE!  GIVE!  GIIIIVVVVEEEEEE!!!!  I SUBMITTTTTTT!!!!”  “FUCK YEAH!” bellowed the Alpha Victor.  OrangeMuscle finally cast off Joel’s defeated and humiliated body onto the canvass.  CRASH!

DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)