Alpha Dandy Dawson's Hot Wrestling Backstory
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Author's Note: Thank you to West Coast Fan and toofly82 for some of the ideas in this new gay wrestling story. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One
The silver-haired promoter sat in his mid-town office and stared at the text on his phone. “I’m coming for you,” it read. Dandy Dawson grimaced but put his device aside. This was the third such text in the past three days. Each time it arrived from a different cell phone number. None of the texts disclosed the name of the author. Dandy wasn’t terribly surprised. He had made plenty of enemies while running the largest underground wrestling federation, the Tri-State Wrestling Fed, in the New York City area. Dawson had double-crossed nearly every one of his wrestling stars at some point. But the fans loved it, and he wasn’t about to run from adversity.
“Another one?” a deep, heavily-accented voice asked from a corner chair. “Yeah, I’m trying not to take them personally,” Dandy said with a faint grin. Brutus from Brazil crossed his legs and said “Want me to take care of the problem?” Dawson looked up from his cell phone “There’s nothing to do…yet. I don’t know who the fucker is.” The Ultimate Alpha Male nodded. Brutus stood 6’7” and weighed 280 pounds. He had a 55” chest and 24” biceps. His upper and lower torso and armpits were covered in black hair. Today he was dressed in tight black t-shirt and black gym shorts. Inside his jock strap underneath his shorts lay Brutus’s 12” uncut Anaconda. He had become part-bodyguard, part-bouncer and part-fixer for the promoter. And he had been promised, at some point, a shot at the Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship. Brutus was a patient man.
Meanwhile, Dandy Dawson mused to himself that the texts might have come from former Champ Tino Gavras--now back in Chicago licking his wounds. Or possibly (the technically-never-defeated) BlackAlpha or his lover VinnyMuscleStallion. Conceivably, JoelAlphaHunk aka the PR Alpha Stud, was the author. Or even AchillesAdonis and his buddy Patroclus.
Dawson had more important things to worry about, though. Like finding a new Champion of the Fed. The last one, the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters, had never tried to defend his title. He had shown up—unannounced—at Dawson’s offices and surrendered his title belt. Masters had pleaded for Dawson to name Wu Teng, the AsianMuscleGod, as his successor. But Dandy had refused, observing that AMG would have to fight for the belt if he wanted to be Champ again.
Dawson now thought he’d identify four contenders and have them compete in a round robin. The winner would become the new Fed Champ. But who to pick, he wondered. Who to identify? Brutus would certainly be one as would the AsianMuscleGod. But he needed two other wrestlers.
His intercom suddenly buzzed and the voice of his blonde assistant and slave Alex Ullrich said “That reporter from Gay Wrestling Times” is here to interview you, sir.”
(Alex’s backstory: https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Alexander_Alex_Ulrich_Going_for_the_Gold_40360.html )
Dawson said “Ok, show the guy in. I hope this only takes the hour we allotted him.” “Yes, sir,” replied Ullrich.
A moment later, there was a knock and Alex opened the door to Dandy’s office. He ushered in a handsome black man in his 30s. The guy was built. He wore a tight fitting black t-shirt and equally tight slacks. He brought a laptop with him. “Mr. Dawson,” the man said, “So good to meet you!” Dawson rose from behind his desk and reached out his hand. The two men shook hands and Dandy said “You’re…you’re Cedric, right? From the GWT?” “That’s right, sir,” the black stud replied. He was about the same height as Dawson, who stood 6’1” and weighed 185 pounds. “This here,” Dandy said pointing at Brutus in the corner “is my colleague Brutus from Brazil. Cedric slightly gulped but nodded at Brutus. He had seen videos of the Brazilian Giant in action.
“Have a seat, Cedric,” the promoter said, as he sat back down at his desk. The reporter opened his laptop and placed it on the front of Dandy’s desk. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said. And Dandy waved his hand to indicate it was fine. “What can I tell you?” the wrestling promoter asked.
“Well, I’m doing a story on you and how you ended up running the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. Also, I want to ask about the current situation. You know, where you have no Champ, and what you intend to do about it.” The reporter stared into Dawson’s piercing blue eyes and handsome face. He felt his 8” cut cock begin to stiffen in his slacks. Hold it together, Cedric thought to himself.
“Hmmmmmm,” Dawson murmured. “It’s a long story but I’ll try to be as brief as possible.” Cedric raised his hands over his keyboard, poised to take notes. “I got all the time in the world,” the reporter said. “Well, it was about 10 years ago. I was 45 then and not in the wrestling business. I was actually a general contractor in Brooklyn. I had done some wrestling in the underground scene but purely for fun.” Dawson winked at the reporter. “Uh Huh,” Cedric said.
(To be continued.)