The Latino Hunk Cortez v. The Blonde Gymnast AchillesAdonis

The Chain Match You've Been Waiting For!

DING!  DING!  DING!  

The black chain connecting to the wrists of the two Muscle Studs went taut.  Javier Cortez grabbed the chain with his free hand and pulled hard.  But the Golden Warrior did the same with his free hand, and a massive tug of war ensued.  It didn’t look like a fair fight given the Latino Hunk’s height and weight advantage.  Still, AchillesAdonis held his ground, displaying his surprising strength to the Bowery crowd.  Cortez grunted loudly “NNNGHHH!” as he pulled even harder on the chain.  “C’MON JOBBER!” yelled the Golden Boy, “DON’T BE SUCH A PUSSY!”

Cortez suddenly stopped resisting the chain’s tug and ran towards AchillesAdonis.  Before the Straight Wrestler could react, Javier SMASHED the chain into his opponent’s 50” pecs, driving the 22-year old gymnast onto the mat on his back.  Achilles stared upwards at Cortez’s massive body, beginning with Señor Alfa’s fat bulge, his black treasure trail and his mountainous chest with dark nipples.  The Latino Hunk snorted as he looked down “SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE BITCH?”  Cortez dropped to one knee behind the Golden Boy and wrapped the black chain around his throat.  He tightened the chain and the Greek Hero Soldier began gasping.  “AAAGGGGHHH!”  He desperately tried to insert his hands between the chain and his throat.  Boos and jeers rained down from the Bowery audience as the 6’5” 260 pound Latino Giant choked the Alpha Adonis.

Remembering the goal of the Chain Match and hoping he had weakened the Blonde Gymnast, Javier finally relaxed the chain and rose to his feet.  Before the Golden Muscle Hunk could recover, he felt his muscled body being dragged across the ring.  Cortez reached his corner and hit the ring post as BlackAlpha gave him a big thumbs “KEEP GOING SENOR ALFA!” he shouted.  The Stud Incarnate pulled the Golden Boy towards the neutral corner.  Achilles tried to resist but his Speedo-covered ass slid across the canvass as his legs flailed.  Cortez began to feel some friction but reached the corner and slammed his palm down on the ring post.  A few in the crowd shouted “TWO!”

Patroclus saw that the Latino Hunk was starting to drag AchillesAdonis to his own corner.  Think fast, he said to himself.  He jumped off the apron and retrieved his best friend’s brass shield.  As Cortez approached, still dragging the Golden Warrior behind him, Ross vaulted up onto the apron, raised the shield above his head and SLAMMED it down on Cortez’s head.  BAM!  “UUUGGGHHH!” groaned the Latino Stud.  Seeing stars, he bounced face first onto the middle turnbuckle and then the mat.  The fans loved seeing Cortez’s huge body flattened face down in the corner.  As the chain went slack, Achilles rose to his feet.  His hands grabbed the back of Cortez’s black Speedos and yanked them down the Latino Giant’s hamstrings and shins, exposing Javier’s perfectly shaped ass in a black jock strap.  Backing up, he yanked Cortez by his wrist to center ring then kicked him onto his back.  The bulge of the Latino Hunk’s jock strap pointed skyward.

The Golden Boy wasted no time squatting down and straddling Javier’s chest.  He wrapped the black chain around Señor Alfa’s neck and throat and began choking the bigger man.  Now it was Javier’s grunting and gasping sounds that filled the Bowery Arena.  "NNNNGGGHHHH!"  The Latino Stud’s legs kicked reflexively.  Achilles paused to reach for Cortez’s man bun.  He yanked it free and the Latino Stud’s long black hair fell about his handsome face.  The Golden Warrior resumed choking Cortez with the chain.  More gasping sounds.  More kicking.  The crowd started to chant “TAKE HIM OUT!  TAKE HIM OUT!”  Cortez’s legs slowed down.  His huge body appeared to go limp.  AchillesAdonis flashed a cocky grin and relaxed the heavy metal chain.  He saw that Cortez’s eyes had rolled backwards.  He cupped the back of the Latino Giant’s head and pressed his face into the pouch of Achilles’ golden Speedos.  He rubbed Cortez’s face up and down and sideways—humiliating the would-be Alpha Stud with the musk of his Straight Wrestler’s crotch.  

The fans went wild, but Patroclus shouted from the corner “JON, I MEAN ACHILLES, DRAG HIM TO THE RING POSTS!”  The Golden Warrior let go of Cortez’s head and stood up.  All he had to do was slap each ring post to defeat the Latino Jobber who appeared to be comatose.  Standing over Cortez, Achilles snorted and went into a double bicep flex.  The combination of his flexed 22” biceps and dirty blonde pit hair was indeed enough to make the gay fans drool.  But Cortez had been playing possum.  As Achilles posed over him, he suddenly drove his fist right into the Blonde Gymnast's ample bulge.  SQUISH!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!” screamed Achilles as he dropped to his knees beside the recovered Latino Hunk.  

In seconds Cortez was back on his feet.  AchillesAdonis was holding his battered package.  The Latino Hunk grinned and cupped AA's Speedo-covered ass.  He pressed the Blonde Gymnast's face into the pouch of his black jock strap.  "SMELL A REAL MAN, BITCH BOI!" barked Cortez.  He then pulled down the front of his pouch letting his hard 9.5" cock escape.  He pressed it into the Golden Warrior's face, smearing his cheeks with pre-cum.  "GONNA FUCK YOU WITH THIS BIG COCK BLONDIE!" taunted the Latino Hunk.  Achilles had never felt another man's cock.  Yet he could feel his own 7.5" cut cock beginning to respond to the smell and feel of the thick dick.

The Latino Hunk finally stuffed his manhood back into his jock then wrapped the chain around the Golden Boy’s neck.  He began dragging Achilles head first towards his corner—again slapping the top of the ring post.  "ONE!" the crowd chanted.  The Blonde Adonis’s feet skidded on the mat as he was pulled quickly to the neutral corner where Cortez palmed the top of the ring post.  "TWO!"  BlackAlpha shouted “KEEP GOING!” and Señor Alfa, grinning now, took off for Achilles’ corner, watching this time for any signs of mischief from the sexually-confused Manager.  But Ross was out of ideas and backed away from the ring post as Cortez hit the top of the third post.  SLAP!  "THREE!"

As the Latino Hunk began to move towards the fourth ring post, he felt the first measure of resistance from AchillesAdonis.  Somehow the Golden Boy had managed to grab the middle rope from his knees.  He held on with all his remaining strength.  Cortez stopped, turned and yanked as hard as he could on the chain, which was still wrapped around AA’s neck.  “UUUGGGHHHH!” groaned the Blonde Gymnast but he held onto the middle rope, refusing to budge.  Cortez walked a few steps back to Achilles and reached for the hand that gripped the middle rope.  But the Golden Warrior saw his opening and SLAMMED the same fist into the Stud Incarnate's package.  WHUMP!  “AAAGGGHHH” cried Cortez as he fell to his knees and rolled onto his side.

From the corner, BlackAlpha groaned along with his Latino Trainee.  He saw Patroclus in the opposite corner grinning ear-to-ear.  Both Managers watched as AchillesAdonis got to his feet and shook off the effects of being dragged around the ring like a rag doll.  He reached down and grabbed hold of Javier’s long black hair and dragged the Latino Stud to his feet by the ropes.  The Golden Warrior wrapped the chain around Cortez’s neck once more then bent Señor Alfa’s body over the top rope.  TWISTING the chain hard, Achilles FLIPPED the Latino Hunk’s body up and over the top rope, where he hung by the chain around his neck.  “AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!” gasped Cortez as he furiously clawed at the chain.  AchillesAdonis pulled back on the chain as Javier’s legs kicked nothing but air.  Even at 6’5” his feet did not quite touch the padded floor.  The crowd went wild seeing the nearly naked Stud Incarnate hanging and flailing by the chain.  Within seconds, his legs slowed.  His head fell sideways.  The Latino Hunk, Javier Cortez was KO’d by AchillesAdonis.

As the fans clapped even louder, the Golden Warrior let go of the chain and the Bitch Incarnate slid off the apron.  His massive body crumpled onto the padded floor.  Achilles leaped over the top rope—still attached to Cortez by the black metal chain.  He wrapped his arms around the massive frame of his opponent, pulling him to his feet and pushing his limp body onto the apron. 

Achilles quickly rolled under the bottom rope then pulled Javier’s carcass into the ring to loud cheers.  “Throw me the retarius!” yelled the Greek God to Patroclus.  The Manager nodded, jumped down and reached under the ring.  He pulled out a weighted golden net used by Greek gladiators in warfare and threw it into the ring.  Achilles cast the net over Cortez’s prone body.  He tied the net with the Latino Hunk’s body entangled in it then set off to the nearby neutral corner, pulling Cortez’s jock-only clad body with him.  SLAP! he hit the top of the ring post.  "ONE!"  Then he dragged the netted and unresisting P.R. Hunk to the corner where BlackAlpha stood—seemingly paralyzed by the sight.  SLAP!  "TWO!"  The crowd chanted “Two!” as the Alpha Adonis moved towards the other neutral corner, dragging Javier’s 6’5” 260 pound body in the weighted net with him.  SLAP!  “THREE!”  One to go, and Cortez had yet to show any sign of consciousness.

Up in his luxury box with JoelAlphaHunk and DaddyRodrigo, Dandy Dawson was shocked by the events in the ring.  He had given Achilles little chance of victory and was hoping a title fight between JAH and the Traitorous Cortez would be the biggest draw ever in the TSWF.  But he had underestimated the Straight Wrestler.  Now all three Muscle Studs watched from the sky box as the Golden Warrior dragged the Latino Hunk in the weighted net to Achilles’s corner.  He smiled at Patroclus then waved to the adoring crowd before triumphantly hitting the top of the post.  SLAP!  "FOUR!!!"  DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)