BlackAlpha v. Patroclus and The Greek Heel "Tino" Gavras

BlackAlpha's Comeback or Final Submission?

BlackAlpha had awoken at center ring to discover his white Speedo had been pulled down his hamstrings revealing his naked butt.  He pulled up his gear before rising and going to his corner.  He shook his head trying to shake out the cobwebs he felt after being Frog Splashed and Sleepered by OrangeMuscle. He didn’t know Tino Gavras had come close to fucking his ass.

BA looked to the opposite corner and saw the Greek Heel smirking back.  The black-haired OrangeMuscle was so full of himself.  At least Patroclus had followed through on their plan, helping Tino win Round 1 and thereby proving his loyalty.  Then again, using his tank top to haul BlackAlpha off Gavras had been somewhat brutal.  He hoped Ross would follow the plan for Round 2.

DING!  DING!  DING!

Gavras strutted towards center ring with his arms raised offering the ex-Champ a classic test of strength.  BlackAlpha moved more cautiously but was happy to accept the challenge given his height and weight advantages over the Heel.  As he raised his hands to meet Tino’s, CG suddenly dropped his and bent forward to grab both of BA’s 33” quads.  He yanked them upwards sending the Ebony Stud onto his back.  BAM!  Holding BA’s legs up, Gavras spread them apart and placed his size 12 orange boot on the former Champ’s bulge.  “No, no!” pleaded BA as he tried to crunch up to protect his balls.  Gavras snorted and ground down his boot SQUISHING the bigger man’s nuts.  “Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh!” cried BlackAlpha as his arms flailed and he shook his face right and left.

OrangeMuscle finally relented, taking his boot off BA’s Speedo-covered pouch.  The Greek Heel started KICKING the Ebony Stud’s chest, abs and obliques.  THWACK!  “Ugh!”  THWACK!  “Ugh!”  THWACK!  “Ugh!”  BlackAlpha struggled to get away from the vicious onslaught.  He rolled onto his side and then got up on his knees.  Sliding his right hand between the ex-Champ’s thighs, Gavras formed a fist and SMASHED it upwards into BA’s balls.  WHUMP!  “Aaaaggggghhhhhh!” cried the ex-Champ.  Not content only to PUMP-HANDLE BlackAlpha, Gavras kept his arm between the Black Muscle Stud’s legs, scooped him up against the Heel’s mid-section, swung his body 360 degrees before dropping his abdomen on Tino’s extended knee in a SWINGING GUTBUSTER.  BAM!  “Oooooofffff!”  As the Ebony Stud fell of Tino’s knee, OrangeMuscle rose triumphantly and did a crab pose for the fans.  Chants of “TINO!  TINO!  TINO!” began to break out in the auditorium.

Patroclus looked on with increasing unease and nervousness.  He looked at Coach Stan who was grinning at Gavras’s display of utter domination.

“I got more for you, pussy boi!” snarled the Greek Heel as he yanked the wobbly ex-Champ to his feet.  He turned BA to face away from himself then applied an INVERTED FACELOCK and pulled BlackAlpha’s face into his armpit.  “How’s that smell, BlackBeta?” taunted Gavras as he held the Black Muscle Stud’s face in place.  “Nnnnggghhhhhh!” grunted BA into the sweat-filled hairy pit.  “You love it, pussy!” hollered the Heel.  Gavras finally dislodged BlackAlpha’s face.  But holding onto the inverted face lock, Tino turned away the ex-Champ so they were back-to-back.  He then pulled the 6’4” 245 pound Ebony Hero onto his back, still holding him by his neck over his right shoulder.  “Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh!” groaned and gasped the Black Muscle Stud.

As BlackAlpha hung off the Greek Heel’s back, his legs kicked nothing but air. Patroclus knew it would be only a matter of seconds before the ex-Champ was screaming out his final submission.  He jumped off the apron and reached under the ring for a metal chair.  He flung the chair into the ring and slid under the bottom rope.  Coach Stan started to say “Hey, what the hell?”  Dandy Dawson was saying the same thing in his luxury box.  The ref started the count out.  “1….2….”  But Patroclus retrieved the chair and headed towards the two wrestlers at center ring.  BlackAlpha’s body faced Ross’s as the latter raised the metal chair—seemingly about to bring it down on BA’s face or chest as a coup de gras on the former Champion.  “3….4….”  But Gavras—hearing the ref’s count and approaching boot steps—swerved around so he was facing Patroclus.  WHAM!  The chair SLAMMED down on Tino’s forehead.  The Greek Heel dropped BlackAlpha off his back and crumpled to the mat.  

“5….6….”  Ross let go of the chair.  Trying to look shocked at his mistake, he walked backwards to his corner and slid out of the ring as the ref reached “8”.  BlackAlpha slowly rose and picked up the chair.  He looked down at Gavras who had made it onto all fours shaking his head.  WHAM!  WHAM!  The ex-Champ brought the chair down first on Tino’s back, flattening him, then the back of his head.  The fans cheered the Ebony Hero’s sudden reversal of fortune.  BlackAlpha threw the chair to the canvass.  He wrapped his right arm around Tino’s neck, yanked him to his feet, positioned the Greek Heel over the chair, then dropped to his knees and SLAMMED Tino’s handsome face into the chair in a well-executed DDT.  BAM!

Rejuvenated, BlackAlpha dragged Tino away from the chair then sat down in front of his head and wrapped his 33” quads around OrangeMuscle’s neck.   He grabbed a fist full of Tino’s black hair and yanked his face up and into his white Speedo-covered crotch in a FACE TO CROTCH SCISSORS.  “How’s the fucking Greek Heel now?” taunted the Ebony Hero to the fans’ delight.  Tino’s face was turning red.  His nose and mouth were pressed into the ex-Champ’s balls.  Gavras could only inhale the manly scent of the former Champ.  His eyes bulged wide and he could see BlackAlpha was semi-hard.  A damp spot appeared on the part of BA’s white Speedo covering the slit of his 9” cut cock.  “I dunno, bitch,” BlackAlpha said as he squeezed harder, “I’m worried your hole ain’t so tight…like you’ve been bottoming on the down low for too long.”  “Nnnngggghhhh!” was the only reply as Tino struggled for air.  “I like my pussies to be tight!” laughed the Ebony Hero.  “Nnnggggghhhhh!”  “Not loose like yours OrangeJobber!” snorted BlackAlpha.

The ex-Champ kept poor Tino’s face buried in his Speedo-covered bulge.  The Greek Heel could feel himself getting dizzy from the scissors around his neck.  His eyes began to roll backwards, but the Ebony Stud suddenly released his python grip.  He shoved Gavras back onto his chest then straddled his body and threaded his muscled arms through the Greek Heel’s pits.  As he pulled Tino’s body up, BA locked on a Full Nelson.  The ex-Champ began to shake Gavras right and left, applying maximum pressure to his neck and back.  With every shake, the crowd shouted “BA!  BA!  BA!”  

The ref approached but Gavras was in no condition to submit.  Weakened by the face-to-crotch scissors, he was a rag doll in BlackAlpha’s iron grip.  His eyes became unfocused, and his legs appeared rubbery.  His head drooped and his body became limp putty in the Ebony Hunk’s Full Nelson.  “He’s out!” shouted the ref.  DING!  DING!  DING!  But BlackAlpha refused to release the hold, continuing to shake the Heel back and forth.  The ref tried to intervene.  The bell rang again.  DING!  DING!  DING!  Finally, BA released Gavras and watched his unconscious body fall to the mat like a sack of potatoes.  THUD!  

BlackAlpha had KO’d OrangeMuscle, and the raucous crowd rose and cheered wildly.  VinnyMuscleStallion was on his feet behind the barricade whistling and cheering along with the rest of the fans.

BlackAlpha smiled broadly, placed his size 13 white boot on Gavras’s back and went into a victory pose.  He brushed his hand across his sweaty, smooth 54” pecs then reached inside his Speedo with the same hand, adjusted his hard, sweaty cock and felt his wet pubes.  He brought the hand back out and flung droplets of crotch sweat onto Gavras’s olive-skinned back.  The Ebony Stud had avenged his first round loss and humiliation.  He was brimming with confidence.  In Round 3, BA would teach the cocky Greek Heel a lesson he would never forget.  Then Tino the Jobber would beg to be fucked hard.  

From his corner, Patroclus’s blue eyes locked momentarily with BlackAlpha’s. He half-smiled at the former Champ.  BA nodded almost imperceptibly.  Gavras was still sleeping at center ring but Coach Stan saw the brief exchange.  He lifted an eyebrow, suspiciously.  What’s all that about, he asked himself.  But he knew the answer.  He looked up at Dandy Dawson in his box and saw the promoter bring his hand across his throat in a slicing motion.  Coach Stan nodded—understanding the promoter’s request.

(To be continued.)