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

The Real '2 on 1' Match:  Tino Gavras and Coach Stan v. BlackAlpha

“Round 3”

Five minutes passed by quickly.  Once Gavras was awake, he went to his corner where Patroclus apologized profusely.  “I didn’t mean to hit you, Sir, I swear.  I was gonna KO BlackAlpha but you suddenly turned around.”  OrangeMuscle was pissed, “Listen you fucking pussy, if you ever pull another stunt like that, I’ll demolish you.  And I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a few weeks.  Got that?”  “Yeah, understood, I swear it was a mistake, Sir,” pleaded Ross.  

Coach Stan had a look of disbelief on his face.  He was holding something in each hand.  “Ok, Ross, you start Round 3,” he said, “Tino needs a breather, thanks to you.”  Gavras started to argue but Stan motioned him to stand beside the Coach on the apron.  Patroclus vaulted over the top rope and stood in the corner with his back to the turnbuckles and his arms draped over the top ropes as he waited for the bell.  BlackAlpha bounced from one white boot to the other in the far corner—totally rejuvenated and ready to take out Gavras once he joined the action.  He’d have to rough up Patroclus to make it look good, but it was a price worth paying to own the Greek Heel.

DING!  DING!  DING!

As Patroclus started to move out from his corner, he felt something metallic on both his wrists then a series of locking sounds.  He turned quickly to see that Coach Stan had handcuffed his wrists to the middle ropes on each side of the ring post.  “What the fuck, Coach Stan?” he asked angrily as his butt fell on the bottom turnbuckle.  “Let’s just say, we have a trust issue with you,” replied Stan. 

Gavras slapped the back of Ross’s head before sliding back into the ring.  He turned to Patroclus and grabbed the waistband of his orange Speedo then yanked the gear down, exposing the Greek Warrior’s trimmed black pubes and soft 6” beer can cock.  “Fucking traitor boi, I’ll take care of you later in the locker room.  Make you my permanent Bitch,” he snarled.  “Don’t worry, Tino, I’ll keep him locked up for you,” said Coach Stan as he reached inside the ropes and snapped a cage around Ross’s thick cock and balls.  Then, he stuffed Pat’s orange tank in his mouth.  He took Tino’s tank top and wrapped it around Ross’s neck and the ring post then cinched it tight.  “Pathetic pussy!” taunted OrangeMuscle as he admired Coach Stan’s handiwork. 

BlackAlpha was suddenly standing behind Gavras.  “What the hell are you doing to him?” the Ebony Hero began to shout but suddenly felt Tino’s hard elbow hit his chest.  POW!  “Ugh!”  BA grunted and stumbled backward.  Gavras took a few steps towards BlackAlpha then crouched and spun 360 degrees before sending a SUPER KICK with his right boot into the Black Muscle Hunk’s cheek.  THWACK!  The Ebony Hero SLAMMED into the mat on his back.  Tino immediately jumped back up and landed a big LEG DROP on the former Champ’s 54” chest.  BAM!  “Oooooffff!”  He got back up only to STOMP BA’s mid-section twice.  BAM!  “Ugh!”  BAM!  “Ugh!”  

BA tried to protect himself but felt another kick, which forced the ex-Champ onto his chest.  The fans were buzzing and some cheered for Tino as he showed the dominance that had marked his Round 1 victory.  OrangeMuscle leaned down grabbed BA by the neck.  He yanked him up on his feet then bent him forward.  Gavras pinned both of BlackAlpha’s arms behind his back, then dropped to his knees PLOWING the Ebony Hero’s face into the canvass in a DOUBLE PEDIGREE.  BAM!  “Aaaagggghhhh!”  The crowd watched as the Black Muscle Hunk lay on his chest while his muscled body twitched and ass cheeks jiggled.

OrangeMuscle raised his arms triumphantly and went into a double bicep flex.  Coach Stan applauded from the corner and yelled “TAKE HIM OUT!”  Gavras snorted and forced BlackAlpha onto all fours “You show me nothing, nothing at all, Chump!” he sneered before scooping the bigger wrestler up against his chest.  He twisted the ex-Champ’s body until it was upside down with the Ebony Hero’s face pressed into OrangeMuscle’s big sweaty bulge.  The Greek Heel was semi-hard, and BA could smell his sweat and pre-cum.  Gavras’s face appeared between BlackAlpha’s 33” quads.  He winked at the audience, then dropped to the mat, SLAMMING the Ebony Jobber's head into it in a massive PILE-DRIVER.  As the ring itself convulsed, some in the crowd resumed their “TINO!  TINO!  TINO!” chant.  The olive-skinned Greek Heel smiled widely and brushed his wavy black hair back from his forehead.  With his gray green eyes, he looked down at the ex-Champ on his back. Tino taunted “You fucking pussy!" and SPAT on BA’s face.

OrangeMuscle reached down, locked on a SIDE HEAD LOCK and YANKED the Black Muscle Hunk up onto his feet.  He dragged the stumbling 6’4” 245 pound former Champion to the nearby ropes and pushed his head and upper torso between the top and middle ropes.  Then his hands surrounded BA’s chin and Gavras pulled his head backwards, contorting and compressing his back.  “Aaaaggggghhhhhh!” groaned the Ebony Hero.  He felt like his back was about to snap.  Patroclus looked on helplessly from the corner where he was cuffed and gagged, with his neck tied to the ring post.  Using one hand to keep BA’s head back, the olive-skinned Gavras used his other to CHOP each of BA’s pecs.  POW!  "Ugh!"  POW!  "Ugh!"  The crowd seemed to have switched allegiances.  Some were now chanting “FUCK BA!  FUCK BA!  FUCK BA!”

Gavras laughed and yelled “SOON!  SOON MY BOYS!”  He released his grip on BA’s chin and the Ebony Hunk’s body bounced in the ropes.  Gavras SHOVED the ex-Champ forward so he went entirely through the ropes and crashed onto the padded floor in a crumpled heap below the ring.  OrangeMuscle followed BlackAlpha out of the ring.  He wrapped his right arm around BA’s neck and yanked him to his feet, then rushed the Black Muscle Stud towards the metal steps before BULL-DOGGING his handsome face into them!  WHAM!  BlackAlpha’s body ricocheted off the steps.  The ex-Champ was reeling.  His humiliating defeat seemed only a matter of time.  His eyes were glassy as he lay motionless on the padded floor.  Gavras scooped up his nearly limp body one more time and flung the ex-Champ under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

He signaled for Coach Stan to enter the ring.  Pulling off his royal blue tank top, Stan slid between the ropes just as Gavras straddled BlackAlpha’s upper back.  As the referee began to count “1….2….” OrangeMuscle squatted down and lodged BA’s arms in between his hamstrings and calves, then placed his hands on the ex-Champ’s chin and yanked backwards in a CAMEL CLUTCH.  “3….4…..” Coach Stan turned his back to the Greek Heel, straddled the Ebony Jobber’s lower back, grabbed his ankles and bent them back until they were wedged into his armpits.  He then sat down, contorting the former Champ’s back and finishing the BOSTON CRAB CAMEL CLUTCH COMBO.  BA screamed as he was manhandled by the two Heels.  “5….6….7….” the ref continued.  Tino leaned close to BlackAlpha’s ear and hissed “Had enough pussy boi?” 

Patroclus tried to shout "No!" through his gag, and the fans held their breath as the Ebony Hero screamed—what they had never heard from the undefeated ex-Champ “YES!  YES!  I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!”  But Gavras shouted “NOT ACCEPTED BETA BITCH!”  BlackAlpha pleaded “I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE!”  “You’ll give when I tell you to give, you fucking whore!” sneered Gavras.  Dandy Dawson was beaming up in his luxury box.  The ref shouted “10!” and called for the bell.  

DING!  DING!  DING!

Chaos broke out in the ring.  Gavras dropped his Camel Clutch, Coach Stan released the Boston Crab, and BA’s contorted body plopped onto the canvass.  The ring announcer yelled into his mic “HERE’S YOUR WINNER, BY DISQUALIFICATION, BLACK ALPHA, OR MAYBE BLACK BETA!!!”  

(To be continued.)