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

Round 1 of the Comeback Match at the Hells Kitchen Arena

”AND NOW THE FEATURE EVENT FOR THIS EVENING,” the ring announcer intoned and the Hells Kitchen crowd went wild in anticipation of the former Champ’s comeback.  “A ’2 ON 1’ HANDICAP MATCH!”  The rowdy fans cheered.  Several were chanting “BA, ALL THE WAY!” 

“INTRODUCING FIRST, TWO OF THE MOST HANDSOME HUNKS IN THE TSWF—A DYNAMIC DUO OF GREEK WARRIORS—ORANGE MUSCLE AND PATROCLUS!!!”  The arena erupted in a mixture of cheers and boos.  The spotlight shown on the curtains at the back of the auditorium.  Tino Gavras in his orange tank top, Speedo and boots was the first to burst through, followed immediately by an identically-dressed Pat Ross.  They did look like twins.  Gavras was a bit more muscled and tanned than Ross, but both hunks had wavy black hair, defined 48” chests and 18” biceps.  OrangeMuscle almost snarled at the crowd as he walked down the ramp towards the ring, whereas Patroclus smiled and waved to the fans.  Coach Stan followed them both.  He was wearing his signature royal blue tank top and matching tight Speedo.

The two Greek Hunks arrived at the ring, and Gavras strutted up the metal stairs.  He barely acknowledged the crowd’s cheers and jeers, sliding into the ring between the top and middle ropes.  He went to center ring, paused, put his hands behind his head and flexed his tank top-covered pecs for the crowd.  This brought more cheers than boos and finally a cocky grin spread across the Greek Heel’s face.  He flexed his right bicep and turned to kiss its peak.  He knew most of the fans had streamed his beatdown of Raf Rocco and at least some deep down wanted to see him do the same thing or worse to BlackAlpha.  He looked back to the ring post and saw Ross slide into the ring and come towards him.  Somewhat reluctantly, the two Greek Warriors clasped hands and raised them above their heads.

“AND NOW, WHAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR, THE RETURN OF OUR FORMER CHAMP, THE NEVER DEFEATED EBONY HUNK, ALL 6’4” AND 245 POUNDS OF HIM, THE ONE AND ONLY…BLACK ALPHA!!!”  The crowd went crazy, cheering their hearts out for BA.  He strode confidently through the curtains in his white Speedo and matching boots with a big smile.  BlackAlpha saw Gavras and Ross in the distance and began pointing at OrangeMuscle and hollering “COMING FOR YOU, TINO, GONNA FUCK YOU UP GOOD!”  The fans loved it.  Gavras wasn’t about to be intimidated and stared back at BA with a malevolent smirk.

The Ebony Stud vaulted up onto the apron and over the top ropes.  His landing shook the ring.  He paused and went into a crab pose flexing his broad upper back and biceps to the delight of the arena audience, which chanted “BA!  BA!  BA!"  BlackAlpha dropped his pose and urged them on—pressing both hands palms up towards the ceiling, then bounced from one boot to the other.  He saw VinnyMuscleStallion in the first row behind the barricade and smiled broadly.  

TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson walked up the metal steps.  He was wearing a grayish silver suit, white collared shirt and silver tie—all of which nicely played off his silver hair and blue eyes.  Dawson had brought a microphone into the ring.  “Horny Men of Manhattan!” he said with a grin into the mic, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been waiting for this handicap match for weeks!”  The fans roared their agreement.  “And here’s your referee to explain the rules!”  The ref slid into the ring, motioned the wrestlers to join him at center ring and took the mic from Dawson. 

BlackAlpha stood only inches from Gavras and Ross.  He focused his gaze on the cocky Greek Heel who smirked back.  BlackAlpha could see OrangeMuscle had a very large bulge in the pouch of his Speedo.  “Ok, guys,” the referee began, “This is a ‘2 on 1’ handicap match, which means the former Champ will be taking on both OrangeMuscle and Patroclus.  But not at the same time.  The Greek Warriors will take turns, tagging in and out.  If both enter the ring, I’ll begin a ten second count.  If one of them doesn’t leave by the count of ten, BlackAlpha will win by disqualification.  Got it?”  Gavras and Coach Stan both snorted, while Dandy Dawson smirked.  A lot of damage could be done in ten seconds by two wrestlers.  “And this is a three round affair, with each round being decided by a pin, submission or KO.”  BlackAlpha nodded his understanding as did the Greek Dynamic Duo.  “Finally, guys,” the referee finished, “there aren’t any rules other than the count out one.”

The ref motioned the combatants back to the respective corners.  Tino Gavras pulled off his orange tank top.  He had oiled his defined chest, which glistened in the ring lights.  He pointed at Patroclus to leave the ring and stand with Coach Stan on the apron.  He turned to stare at the ex-Champ and was met by a steely gaze.  BA had the look of a man on a mission.  The crowd buzzed in anticipation of the Ebony Hero’s long-awaited comeback match.

“Round 1”

DING!  DING!  DING!

The Greek Heel moved towards center ring and raised his arms.  He had what could only be described as a snide look on his face.  Some wrestlers would have been intimidated by the prospect of facing an undefeated former Champ.  Not OrangeMuscle.  “C’mon, pussy slut, show me what you got!” he snarled.  BlackAlpha moved forwards as well, raising his guns and engaged Gavras elbow and collar at center ring.  The two Alpha Males began pushing, shoving and twisting, trying to gain an advantage.  BlackAlpha’s 2” height and 40 pound weight advantages were soon apparent.  He slowly but steadily moved OrangeMuscle backwards before SLAMMING his back into the corner turnbuckles.  CLANG!  “Ugh!”  BA wasted no time grabbing the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post and launching his head into Gavras’s abs.  BAM!  “Oooooof!” Tino gasped as the spear knocked out his wind momentarily.

Before Gravas could recover, the Ebony Hero launched another spear, this time into OrangeMuscle’s solar plexus.  BAM!  “Uggghhhh!”  The second hit caused the black-haired Greek Hunk to fall onto his ass on the middle turnbuckle.  From the apron, Patroclus offered his hand for Gavras to tag, but the Greek Heel ignored him.  BlackAlpha reached in, wrapped his right arm around Tino’s neck, yanked him upwards, turned and FLIPPED Gavras up and over his shoulder, SLAMMING his back onto the mat.  BOOM!  The ring shook from the body slam as OrangeMuscle's body jack-knifed upwards and BA fist pumped the adoring fans.  More chants of "BA!" rained down from the arena's rafters.

The Ebony Stud looked down at Tino’s smooth defined chest and large brown nipples.  He grinned, jumped upwards and landed a huge LEG DROP across Gavras’s chest.  THUNK!  “Uggghhhh!”  Before OrangeMuscle realized what was going on, he felt his right arm grabbed and his body suddenly yanked up and whipped to the opposite ropes.  He bounced off and headed for BlackAlpha who immediately wrapped him into a belly-to-belly BEAR HUG before SNAPPING the Greek Heel’s body up and back in vicious SUPLEX.  WHAM!  The ring shook even more violently from the force of the impact.  Gavras flopped from his back onto his chest.  His whole body twitched.  As BA played to the crowd's cheers, he slowly got on all fours and crawled towards his corner.  He reached his left hand forward as he neared the ring post trying to tag Patroclus’s outstretched hand but whiffed as two hands grabbed his ankles.  BlackAlpha dragged the Greek Heel back to center ring as the fans went wild.  The Ebony Stud was taking the would-be Alpha Male to school.

BA straddled Tino’s 48” chest and fisted his wavy black hair.  He yanked OrangeMuscle’s head up by his hair and POUNDED his forehead, once, twice, three times.  POW!  POW!  POW!  Coach Stan nudged Patroclus’s back.  The 23-year old realized what that meant.  He retrieved his orange tank top and vaulted into the ring.  The crowd started booing and the referee began a ten count.  “1.…2.…”  BlackAlpha was about to resume pounding Gavras’s forehead when he felt the tank top being wrapped around his neck and cinched tight.  He started to gasp and his hands let go Gavras’s hair and tried to pry off the makeshift tourniquet.  “3….4….5….”Suddenly his whole body was yanked backward and dragged by the tank top around his neck to Ross’s corner.  “6….7….8….”  Ross jumped back over the ropes leaving the Ebony Stud on his back in the corner still gasping for air.  Gavras had mostly recovered and advanced on BA.  He grabbed the tank top around his neck and yanked the former Champ to his feet then shoved him onto the middle turnbuckle.

“Hold the pussy bitch in place!” OrangeMuscle ordered Patroclus.  Ross grabbed BlackAlpha’s muscled arms and pulled them backwards pinning him in place.  Gavras actually gave a thumbs up sign to the younger wrestler, impressed with his tag team partner.  He climbed onto the bottom ropes on each side of the ring post aligning his prominent bulge with BlackAlpha’s face.  The Ebony Stud could only stare at the orange pouch of Gavras’s Speedo.  The next thing he knew Gavras rubbed the pouch into BA’s nose and mouth, forcing BlackAlpha to inhale his manly scent.  Gavras’s 9.5” cut cock was already semi-hard.  Boos and jeers cascaded down from the rafters as the ex-Champ was humiliated.  Gavras snarled “Fucking pussy…. you’ve shown me nothing!"

Sure enough, BlackAlpha could feel his own 9” cock stiffening in his white Speedo.  The Greek Heel’s verbal taunting and masculine smell made him strangely horny.  But Gavras jumped off the bottom ropes.  With Patroclus still holding BA in place, Tino grabbed the front of BlackAlpha’s waistband and yanked his trunks forward.  “Look what we have here!” OrangeMuscle said with a mock tone of voice as he stared at the Ebony Stud’s big black cock and trimmed pubes.  Then, just as quickly, the Greek Heel PUNCHED BA’s six pack.  POW!  “Oof!”  He followed his punch with a knee to the ex-Champ’s groin.  THUD!  “Aaaaggggghhhhh” the ex-Champ groaned in pain.  Ross dropped his arms and BlackAlpha fell off the turnbuckle and onto his knees in front of Gavras.  His eyes were watering as he clutched his wounded package.

OrangeMuscle smirked, leaned down and grabbed the back of BA’s white Speedo.  He YANKED it up, giving the Black Muscle Hunk a big WEDGIE and forcing him to his tippy toes with his big black ass cheeks exposed to the crowd.  The wedgie compressed BlackAlpha’s bulge and one of his smooth balls drooped from the leg hole of his Speedo.  Gavras forced him to walk this way to center ring where he finally released his grip on the back of the Speedo.  He scooped up the Ebony Stud’s much larger body and held him briefly against his mid-torso then dropped to one knee and SLAMMED BlackAlpha’s back onto his extended knee in an OVER THE KNEE BACK BREAKER!  He bent the ex-Champ over his knee pressing down on his chin with one hand and grabbing and twisting his exposed ball with the other.  “Aaarrrggghhhh!” screamed the tormented Ebony Hero as he was manhandled by Gavras.

The crowd was stunned by OrangeMuscle’s domination of the undefeated former Champ in his comeback fight.  Dandy Dawson looked on from his luxury box with a big grin on his face.  Having watched Tino thoroughly dismantle Raphael Rocco close-up, nothing the Greek Heel did surprised him.  Gavras meanwhile shoved BlackAlpha off his knee and immediately began STOMPING his obliques with his size 12 orange boots.  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  The last kick sent the Ebony Stud onto his 54” chest.  Gavras immediately grabbed his head and yanked BA onto all fours before shoving his head between the Heel’s muscled thighs in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  He squeezed his quads against BlackAlpha’s neck.  “Nnnnggggghhhhh!” grunted the ex-Champ as his hands pawed helplessly at Tino’s thighs.

OrangeMuscle snorted as he controlled the Black Muscle Hunk’s body.  He bent over, wrapped his olive-skinned arms around BA’s mid-section and yanked his body upwards until BlackAlpha’s legs rested on his shoulders.  In this position, BA’s bulge briefly pressed into the Greek Heel’s face before Tino POWER BOMBED the ex-Champ onto the canvass.  WHAM!!!  BlackAlpha’s body twitched and convulsed as he flopped onto his chest then onto his back again.  Gavras wasted no time in going to a nearby corner and mounting the top ropes.  He stood on the ropes, then crouched and DOVE off them FROG SPLASHING BA’s abdomen with the full force of his 6’2” 200 pound body.

As he rose, some in the crowd were actually cheering for OrangeMuscle.  He fell to his knees behind the ex-Champ.  He wrapped his 18”  right bicep around BlackAlpha’s neck yanking his head and torso up.  Tino squeezed hard, letting the fans see the peak of his cep as he began to SLEEPER the Ebony Stud.  “Time to go night night, pussy boi!” taunted Gavras as he tightened his grip.  The former Champ looked pretty much out of it.  His arms didn’t even flail as he had not recovered from the Frog Splash.  He made gasping and gurgling sounds as his glassy eyes rolled backwards.  His muscular body went limp.  The ref moved close and picked up BA’s left arm then let it go.  PLOP!  He did the same with his right arm.  PLOP!  Then the left again.  PLOP!

DING!  DING!  DING!

“Yes!” shouted TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson in his box high above the ring.  Gavras snorted and discarded the unconscious Black Muscle Hunk who rolled onto his chest with his white Speedo covered ass, adorned with the letters “BA” in black, pointing towards the ceiling.  He had never been KO’d in a TSWF match.  Tino stood and placed his right boot on BA’s ass.  He went into a double bicep flex, showing off his twin peaks and black armpit hair, to a smattering of applause and some boos.

Gavras knelt next to BlackAlpha’s prone body and peeled down his Speedo exposing those big black ass cheeks.  He sneered “Pussy boi’s gonna get fucked soon!” then pulled down the front of his orange Speedo.  The horny crowd collectively gasped as they saw OrangeMuscle’s hard 9.5” cut cock.  He mounted the ex-Champ’s body and positioned the big dick in his crack.  Holding onto BA’s broad shoulders, Tino started to dry hump BlackAlpha.  His cock head was moist with pre-cum as it slid up and down.  His hand pushed the hard shaft deeper into the crack where the head bumped into BA’s hole.  The crowd started to buzz in anticipation of possibly seeing the ex-Champ get fucked.  But the referee approached and motioned for Gavras to stop.  “That’s after you win another round, OrangeMuscle!” the ref admonished the Greek Heel.

Gavras was tempted to ignore the ref and press his wet mushroom head past BlackAlpha’s outer ring.  But he resisted the impulse and grudgingly rolled off the still sleeping ex-Champ and walked back to his corner.  Coach Stan and Patroclus greeted him with big pats on the back as they waited for Round Two to begin.  After the onslaught they had just witnessed, not many in the Hells Kitchen Arena crowd gave BA any chance of winning his comeback match.

(To be continued.)