Alpha Battle: Brutus v. The Freak v. AsianMuscleGod

Chapter Three

Don't Worry Boss!

“What the hell are you doing?” demanded the silver-haired gay wrestling promoter from the doorway of the private dressing room.  “Don’t worry, boss,” replied Brutus from Brazil.  He was flexing his 24” biceps before a full-size mirror, exposing the black fur in his armpits.  His long black hair had been pulled back into a bun.  Around his waist was the Tri-State Wrestling Federation Championship belt.  “I…I was just trying it on for size,” The Ultimate Alpha said—a little mischievously in his heavy Brazilian accent.   He playfully batted his green eyes at Dandy Dawson.  “Don’t get overconfident,” the promoter said as he moved from the doorway towards the 6’7” 280 pound musclebound Hairy Giant.

“I’ve got fucking skin in the game tonight,” added Dawson, “If you lose and Earl Gleason then defeats the AsianMuscleGod, my ass is on the line.  Bennett and Gleason will get their revenge.”  “Don’t worry, boss!” exclaimed the Brazilian, “I will destroy The Freak.”

From the locker room, both men could hear the rowdy Flatbush Arena crowd chanting the name of Dandy’s bodyguard.  “BRUTUS!  BRUTUS!  BRUTUS!”  Most in the crowd had undoubtedly streamed the tag team match between Brutus and Dawson, on the one hand, and Earl Gleason and his partner Gary Bennett, on the other.  They had seen The Freak scream out his submission as The Ultimate Alpha bit into his Speedo-covered balls then had watched Brutus pummel Gleason’s hole with his 12” Anaconda of a cock.  From the chants, it seemed many in the audience had come hoping to see a repeat of those stakes.

Dawson continued “Gleason also made me promise not to interfere in your match.  So you’re on your own.  I hope I did not make a terrible mistake!”  “Don’t worry, boss.  You no make a mistake.” Hairy Brutus replied, as he patted his pointed black beard.  His English was not the best, and he reverted to that same phrase over and over again.  

Just then, the ring announcer Vern Wonder put his head in the doorway of the locker room.  “Where’s the belt…the title belt?” he asked with a worried look in his eyes.  Vern spied Brutus’s mid-section.  “Ah, there it is,” he said in a relieved tone.  He approached the Brazilian Giant who, somewhat reluctantly, unfastened the shiny metal belt and handed it to the announcer.  “Mine…later tonight!” he proclaimed, sounding a bit like a Neanderthal.

Vern couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge that appeared in the front of Brutus’s black Speedo once the belt was gone.  The bulge was covered by a Brazilian flag.  He also saw it was impossible to tell where the Brazilian’s black haired chest and abs transitioned to the bushy black pubes sprouting above the waistband of his black Speedo.  Wonder felt his own dick hardening.  Dawson had calmed down and said, “Vern, get back out there and introduce our future Champ!”  “Yes Sir,” Wonder said and disappeared from the locker room.

Dawson reached up and put his right hand on Brutus’s left shoulder.  Grinning, he pronounced, “Tonight, you’ll destroy The Freak and the AsianMuscleGod and become the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champion.”  Brutus grinned, “Yes, boss, me going to be best Champ ever.  Better than BlackAlpha or Daddy Dom Sal!”  As Dawson nodded, they heard the Flatbush crowd clapping followed by Vern Wonder’s voice intoning into a microphone, “HORNY GUYS OF FLATBUSH!  WELCOME TO THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED CHAMPIONSHIP NIGHT!!!”  The audience went wild and chants of “BRUTUS!” broke out again.  A few in the crowd shouted “EARL!  EARL!  EARL!” but they were drowned out.

“FIRST, INTRODUCING, A STUD WHO REQUIRES NO INTRODUCTION, HAILING FROM BRAZIL, STANDING AT 6’7 AND WEIGHING 280 POUNDS, THE HAIRIEST WRESTLER IN OUR FED, WITH THE BIGGEST COCK IN THE TSWF, THE 12” ANACONDA, THE ULTIMATE ALPHA, BRUTUS!!!”  Pandemonium broke out in the arena.  Brutus pounded his hairy 55” pecs and set off through the locker room doorway to the curtains backstage.  Dawson followed his beefy bodyguard in a natty silver suit and silver tie.

The Hairy Giant marched through the curtains to wild applause.  He was a Heel no doubt but obviously popular with the fans.  Many remembered the night Brutus had put Tino Gavras in a Full Nelson and fucked his hole on the same ramp way.  He strutted down the ramp way in his black Speedo, fist pumping all the way.  He walked up the metal steps at the corner of the ring and slid between the top and middle ropes to even louder acclaim.  

Dawson applauded with the fans then took a seat in the front row next to Cedric, the black reporter from Gay Wrestling Times.  The reporter was the step nephew of The Freak and his partner Gary Bennett.  A few weeks earlier, he had double crossed his step uncles and skull fucked Gleason while Brutus was fucking Earl’s hole.  On Dandy’s other side were the Blonde Tarzan Jacked Stud and the Ginger Giant RedDante—two of his goon squad members.

Vern Wonder let the applause die down before speaking again into the microphone.  “AND NOW FOR BRUTUS’S OPPONENT, A BEAST IN HIS OWN RIGHT, STANDING AT 6’4” AND WEIGHING 240 POUNDS, THE BLACK BODYBUILDER, OUT FOR REVENGE AND THE TSWF TITLE THIS EVENING, THE MAGNIFICENT EARL ’THE FREAK’ GLEASON!!!”  As Earl walked through the curtains, the crowd clapped but not as ecstatically as they had for the Brazilian Giant.  

Wearing only a white Speedo with the words “The Freak” in blue on his backside, Earl paused and double bi-flexed at the top of the ramp way, showing off his 22” ceps and hairless pits.  Seeing his impressive physique, the fans responded more excitedly and chants of “FREAK!  FREAK!  FREAK!” broke out.  Behind Gleason was his partner Gary Bennett wearing a tight fitting white tank top and white Speedo.  The Blonde Bodybuilder grinned and pointed at his partner as he flexed.

As they arrived at the bottom of the metal steps near where Dandy Dawson was sitting, the promoter saw that Gary Bennett was holding a dog collar with a leash.  He winced, remembering the terms he had reluctantly agreed to with Gleason.  If The Freak beat Brutus and the AsianMuscleGod, Dawson would wear the dog collar and—along with AMG aka Tanner Wu—pay stakes to Earl and Gary.  He knew that meant being fucked senseless by Gary.

As if for emphasis, the Blonde Bodybuilder looked Dawson in the eyes and then drew his free hand across his throat.  He mouthed “Coming for you, Bitch!”  The Freak grinned and walked up the steps.  He vaulted over the top rope to the applause of the fans.  Earl pounded his smooth 52” pecs while staring down the Hairy Giant in the opposite corner.  Bennett followed Gleason into the ring and stood behind him rubbing his shoulders.

“NOW GENTS,” Vern Wonder continued, “LET ME INTRODUCE TONIGHT’S SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!  YOU KNOW HIM AS THE 10-TIME UNDEFEATED CHAMP!”  The Flatbush crowed went wild, knowing who was about to be introduced.  “HERE HE IS, THE EBONY HERO, THE NEVER TECHNICALLY DEFEATED…BLACK ALPHA!!!”  The spotlight swung back up to the curtains and there he was, BlackAlpha, looking as ripped as ever.  Wearing a black and white striped tank top with a black Speedo, BlackAlpha flashed his trademark grin and flexed his right bicep showing his cropped black pit hair.  He was 6’4” and 245lbs, with a smooth 54” chest and dark brown nipples, 24” biceps and 33” quads.

Behind BA was his partner, the Italian Stallion, a former Champ (albeit briefly) in his own right VinnyMuscleStallion.  The Bay Ridge Hero was 6’2” and weighed 235 pounds.  Tonight he wore a white tank top with the word "Italia" on the front and tight blue jeans.  He had a smooth olive-skinned body that like BA’s bulged with muscles.  Vinny had wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes.  He also had a 54” chest with large brown nipples.  His biceps were 22” and quads 33”.  

The Blonde Tarzan Jacked Stud turned to Dawson and whispered into his ear, “I’d give anything for another shot at Vinny’s hole!  I loved drilling that Jobber Bitch’s tight ass.”  Dandy nodded and smiled.  The promoter had deviously arranged for Jacked Stud and RedDante to spoil Vinny’s championship night.  (You can read about that story here:  

BlackAlpha turned and raised the Italian Stallion’s hand in victory to even wilder applause from the crowd.  As chants rang out of “BA!  BA!  BA!” the muscle hunk partners walked down the ramp way arm in arm.  Arriving at the ring, the Ebony Hero kissed VMS before walking up the metal steps and stepping into the ring.  Vinny took his seat in the front row on the opposite side of the ring from Dandy Dawson, Cedric, JackedStud and RedDante.

The lights in the Flatbush Arena dimmed until only the ring was lit up.  BlackAlpha took the mic from Vern Wonder and said “Gents, please approach!”  The Brazilian Giant moved towards center ring as did Earl Gleason and Bennett.  Brutus was snickering.  He palmed the Brazilian flag on the front of his black Speedo.  “Want more of this, Bitch?” he taunted at The Freak.  “In your fucking dreams,” came the fierce reply from Gleason.  He reached inside his white Speedo and adjusted his semi-hard 9.5” cock—known as The Destroyer.  ’Now, now, guys,” BlackAlpha said, “This is a no holds barred, one fall—by KO or submission—bout.  It’s a contender match—meaning the winner will not only be awarded ‘stakes,’ but also wrestle later this evening against the AsianMuscleGod for the TSWF title!”  The fans applauded loudly and a few chants of “AMG!” broke out.

Just then a spotlight found Master Han and Tanner Wu sitting in the front row near VinnyMuscleStallion.  They stood smiling and let the adulation wash over them.  Both were dressed in their trademark black leather vests and matching black chaps with black cod pieces.  AMG waved to the crowd then gave them a victory sigh, exposing a smooth armpit.

“Now shake hands and come out wrestling!” instructed BlackAlpha turning everyone’s attention back to center ring.  Brutus snorted and spit into his right hand.  He held it out for Gleason.  The Freak sneered “Fuck that!” and walked backwards with Bennett to his corner.  As BlackAlpha moved to the ropes, the Hairy Giant stood his ground waiting for the bell to ring.

(To be continued.)