Alpha Battle: Brutus v. The Freak v. AsianMuscleGod

Chapter Six

The Second Match:  

Earl Gleason v The AsianMuscleGod

After putting away his phone, Dandy Dawson suddenly felt a collar being fastened around his neck.  “Hey, what the fuck!” the TSWF promoter complained.  “We’re not taking any chances,” came the voice of Gary Bennett, the Blonde Bodybuilder, behind him.  “You’ve been dog collared to make sure you don’t try anything before Earl wins the TSWF title against AMG.”  Bennett yanked on the leash attached to the collar and dragged Dawson from his front row seat up the metal steps of the ring.  Once they were standing on the apron, Bennett reached into the black bag left by the five men and brought out a pair of handcuffs.  He put them around Dawson’s wrists and the ring post.  CLICK!  CLICK!  Why hadn’t his goon squad members JackedStud and RedDante stepped in to protect him, he wondered.

The shackled CEO of the TSWF could only stare into the ring where Earl “The Freak” Gleason stood, once again wearing his white Speedo, grinning widely and double bi-flexing.  Bennett had put on his tight white briefs and stood guard next to Dawson.  Brutus's hairless, naked and defiled body had been dragged from the ring, placed on a gurney and wheeled backstage.

Vern Wonder stepped between the top and middle ropes, mic in hand, and intoned, “OKAY HORNY GENTS, ARE YOU READY FOR OUR TITLE BOUT?”  The audience clapped excitedly.  “IT’S TIME TO INTRODUCE THE FREAK’S OPPONENT.  HE’S A FORMER CHAMP OF THE FED, A MARVEL OF THE GAY WRESTLING WORLD, STANDING 6’4” AND WEIGHING 250 POUNDS, HERE HE IS, THE GREAT, ALL POWERFUL…ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!!!”  The crowd went berserk, seeing one of their favorite wrestlers burst through the curtains.  Wu Teng was dressed in his black leather vest and matching black leather chaps.  He wore shiny black boots with black laces.  Following behind him was Master Han, in a matching outfit and holding his trademark black whip.  A few boos greeted AMG's teacher and mentor due to his interference in the prior match against Brutus.

Still, the fans chanted “AMG!”  “AMG!”  “AMG!” as the Chinese-American muscle hunk arrived at the ring and strutted up the metal steps.  He pulled down the top rope and stepped over it.  He held it down as well for his Master who entered the ring.  Once the AsianMuscleGod had removed his vest, chaps and cod piece, he stood in a tight black Speedo with his shiny black boots.  

Guest referee BlackAlpha motioned Wu Teng and Earl Gleason to join him at center ring.  The Freak hesitated then went into another double bi-flex, this time directed at the AsianMuscleGod—an obvious attempt to intimidate the former Champ before the match.  Tanner Wu smirked and flexed his 23” biceps back at Gleason, exposing his hairless pits.  He would not be intimated.

Standing alone at center ring, BlackAlpha ripped off his black and white tank top and went into a crab pose, flexing his 24” biceps and massive upper shoulders and lats.  The crowd went wild—seeing the undefeated former Champ show off his amazing physique.  Coming out of his pose, the shirtless Ebony Hero barked “Here, now!” 

Gleason and Wu dropped their own poses and moved to center ring.  As Gleason approached, BlackAlpha suddenly stepped close to him.  Earl felt the hard nipples of the former Champ’s 54” chest brush against his 52” pecs.  BlackAlpha’s swollen package pressed into Gleason’s.  What was this about, Earl thought.  Then, just as suddenly, BlackAlpha stepped backwards.

Vern Wonder handed the guest referee and former Champ the mic and the Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship belt.  Holding the belt aloft in his right hand, BlackAlpha said “Alright, this is a one fall bout, by KO or submission, for the TSWF title belt!!!”  The fans applauded loudly.  Gleason and AMG stared at the belt then back at each other.  “This match is no holds barred,” BA explained, “So don’t expect any help from me until I count one of you out!  Loser will owe ‘stakes” to the winner.  Any questions?”  Earl and Tanner shook their heads no.  “Then back to your corners,” BlackAlpha ordered.

The AsianMuscleGod turned and began walking.  He saw Master Han on the apron in his corner.  Earl Gleason hadn’t turned.  Instead he advanced quickly, raised his arms high and SLAMMED a DOUBLE AXE-HANDLE into Wu Teng’s broad upper back.  BAM!  “UGH!”  The blow knocked AMG to his knees.  Tanner felt Gleason’s thick right arm wrap around his neck.  He was pulled into a tight SIDE HEAD LOCK then yanked towards his own corner.  Han looked horrified as Gleason raised up Tanner’s head then CRUSHED his face into the top turnbuckle.  BANG!  “Aaaagghhhh!”  And again, BANG!  “Aaaagghhhh!”

The impact stunned Wu Teng.  He felt dizzy.  Gleason turned him to face center ring and wrapped his arms around his mid-section in a classic BEAR HUG.  He squeezed tightly then twisted and threw himself backwards taking the 6”4 250 pound Asian muscle hunk with him in a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, slamming AMG’s back into the canvas!  BOOM!

The ring shook from the impact of the two heavyweights but Earl wasted no time.  He fisted the AsianMuscleGod’s long black hair pulling him up onto his knees facing his corner where both Gary Bennett and Dandy Dawson stood transfixed by Gleason’s awesome display of raw power.  Kneeling behind Tanner, The Freak applied a REAR NAKED CHOKEHOLD, causing the former Champ to rasp and wheeze.  AMG’s arms flailed.  The crowd had been stunned into silence by Gleason’s assault.  Now some chanted “AMG!  AMG!  AMG!” to motivate the former Champ.

The AsianMuscleGod’s face turned a dark shade.  His eyes bulged.  Dawson couldn’t believe his eyes.  He knew Gleason was tough but he hadn’t thought The Freak would cheat his way to the title.  Apparently not intending to put the former Champ to sleep, Earl transitioned from his chokehold into an INVERTED FACE LOCK then yanked Wu Teng’s body back onto his extended knee and AMG’s handsome face into his sweaty armpit in a DRAGON SLEEPER.  Considered one of the hottest wrestling holds—humiliating a jobber while putting his muscled torso on display—the Dragon Sleeper could also knock out an opponent or force a submission.  Gleason taunted “How’s that smell, Jobber Bitch?”

AMG grunted into Earl’s sweaty, hairless pit.  There were more chants of “AMG!  AMG!  AMG!”  But the AsianMuscleGod was losing steam.  Then he heard Bennett’s booming voice “WATCH OUT EARL!”  SNAP, CRACK!  Master Han’s black whip slapped into Gleason’s back.  “Aaaggghhh!!!”  The impact forced The Freak to release Tanner Wu.  SNAP, CRACK!  “Aaagggghhh”  The pain was excruciating, Gleason rolled quickly to the nearby ropes and under them, dropping onto the padded floor.  Earl rubbed his back and stared up into the ring where Master Han was helping Wu Teng to his feet and back to his corner.

BlackAlpha stood in a neutral corner.  There was no indication he would reprimand Master Han.  In fact, the former Champ appeared to be smirking.  The AsianMuscleGod had recovered and now approached the ropes, looking down at The Freak.  With his right hand, AMG beckoned Earl to come back into the ring, saying “You will pay for your cheating ways, Mr. Gleason.”  Gleason sneered back, “You were about to submit before your Master Han bailed you out.  Now I shall destroy you and make you my eternal Bitch!”

The Freak vaulted onto the apron and stood toe-to-toe with the AsianMuscleGod.  Only the ropes divided the two Alphas.  But AMG quickly grabbed the back of Gleason’s head and YANKED downwards CRUSHING his throat on the top rope.  As he released Earl’s head, the Black Bodybuilder sprung backwards, crashing onto his back on the padded floor.

AMG vaulted over the ropes and dragged Gleason to his feet in a FRONT FACING HEAD LOCK.  Then, just as quickly, Wu Teng shot his left leg forward and fell backwards SLAMMING Earl’s face into the floor in a DDT.  BAM!  Face down, the Black Bodybuilder’s body twitched.  He felt himself being scooped up against AMG’s smooth chest then being rolled back into the ring under the bottom rope.  Too much was happening too quickly for The Freak.  He tried to stagger to his feet, but Wu Teng applied another front facing head lock and, once again, dropped backwards, BAM!, in a second DDT, making Gleason see stars.

The crowd was going crazy as the AsianMuscleGod took control of the match.  He yanked Earl to his feet and carried him over to his corner.  As Master Han smiled proudly, AMG hooked Earl’s calves over the top ropes on each side of the ring post and let his head and body fall downward until he was upside down in a TREE OF WOE.  On humiliating display, Earl’s arms fell over his head, exposing his smooth armpits.  Tanner quickly fell to his knees straddling Gleason’s face.  He rested his Speedo-covered balls on The Freak’s face.  The sight of the Black Bodybuilder’s helpless body upside down got Tanner’s 8” uncut cock swelling in his black Speedo.  He couldn’t wait to stuff his tool down Earl’s throat.

With a cocky grin, Wu Teng balled up his fists and began a barrage of punches into Gleason’s washboard abs.  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  POW!  “OOF!”  Gleason’s body buckled with each blow but he remained suspended.  Master Han made sure of that as he pulled down on each of Earl’s hooked legs.

The AsianMuscleGod briefly flexed his 23” biceps above Gleason then formed claws with both hands and reached forward.  He dug into The Freak’s mountainous chest applying a painful PEC CLAW.   “AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” screamed Earl.  His arms tried to fend off AMG’s assault but without success.  Then the AsianMuscleGod raised his right hand to the pouch of Gleason’s white Speedo.  His hand snaked under the waistband of the Speedo, encircled the Black Bodybuilder’s ample balls, SQUEEZED and TWISTED hard.  “OH FUCK NOOOO!!!” yelled Gleason as his baby makers were manhandled by the Asian Hunk.

The Flatbush crowd was loving every minute of the AsianMuscleGod’s dominating performance.  Finally, the former Champ relented, nodding to Master Han who unhooked Gleason’s calves and let him crumple to the mat in the corner in front of AMG.

Han jumped off the apron and fished a table from under the ring.  He slid the table under the bottom rope.  Wu Teng immediately picked it up and opened the legs, setting the table at a diagonal angle near his corner.  He leaned down and dragged Gleason by his neck upwards.  He then pushed Earl towards the table and laid him on his back on top of it.

Grinning now, AMG climbed the ropes in his corner, stood up on the top rope and spread his arms as if about to dive into a pool.  The fans clapped frenetically as the Chinese-American stud crouched slightly then sprung forward aiming to smash Gleason.  But Gary Bennett had surreptitiously entered the ring and, at the last moment, pulled Earl's body off the table.  The AsianMuscleGod SLAMMED into the table, CRACK!, breaking it in half.  His muscled body twitched and trembled between the pieces of broken wood.  The crowd had been stunned back into silence.  Bennett helped Gleason to his feet and shouted for the fans to hear “TAKE HIM OUT, FREAK!”

Gleason nodded at this partner then reached down and grabbed AMG by his long black hair.  He dragged the wobbly former Champ to his feet and, standing behind him, wrapped his muscled arms around AMG’s mid-torso in a REVERSE BEAR HUG.  He then lifted the 250 pound Asian Hunk off his feet while catapulting himself backwards, SLAMMING Wu Teng’s upper back into the canvas in a mighty GERMAN SUPLEX.  BAM!  Gleason didn’t let go of the bear hug and pulled the stunned AMG back up to his feet before rocketing himself backwards a second time, again crashing Wu Teng’s back into the mat.  BAM!

This time The Freak let go of the AsianMuscleGod whose body convulsed on the canvass.  Gleason was ready to finish the match.  He again fisted AMG’s black hair and shoved his head between Earl’s 35” quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  Then he leaned down wrapping his arms around AMG’s mid-section before hauling his massive body upwards.  Some in the crowd were chanting “TOMBSTONE!  TOMBSTONE!”  Gleason paused and grinned for a brief moment as he prepared to deliver a coup de gras that would make him the TSWF Champ.

WHAP!  A metal chair came out of nowhere and SLAMMED into the back of The Freak’s head.  He dropped to the mat, taking AMG with him, PILE DRIVING the AsianMuscleGod’s head into the canvass.  Earl groggily thought Master Han must have interfered yet again.  

Laying on his back, his eyes fluttered open and he was stunned to see the former Champ himself, BlackAlpha, standing a few feet away with a metal chair in his right hand.  The Ebony Hero had become the Ebony Heel.  The stunned fans began booing, and BlackAlpha gave them his middle finger. 

Just then Gleason heard another WHAP! and turned to see VinnyMuscleStallion on the apron in his corner.  Earl’s partner Bennett had been hit and fallen across the top rope so his head and bare torso hung inside the ring.  The Italian Stallion leaned over the top rope and SLAMMED the chair onto the back of Bennett’s head two more times.  WHAP!  WHAP!  The Blonde Bodybuilder’s muscled body went limp as it hung over the top rope.  The crowd’s jeers grew louder.  Still shackled, Dandy Dawson had a huge grin on his face.  His hole would be spared, he thought.  

Gleason started to struggle to his feet, but felt two large hands grab his head and yank him upwards.  A rejuvenated AsianMuscleGod twisted him into a INVERTED FACE LOCK.  He tried to break free but felt his head and body being pulled backwards across AMG’s extended knee.  His face was shoved into the Asian Hunk’s hairless armpit where everything was dark.  Now it was his turn to be humiliated in a DRAGON SLEEPER as the crowd applauded wildly.  His smooth body builder physique with his 52” pecs and six pack abs was on full display to the fans.  

The Freak became dizzy.  He knew he would not be saved by his unconscious partner.  His arms slowed down until they rested at his sides.  He heard the Chinese-American stud demand “SUBMIT TO ME, YOUR ALL POWERFUL ASIAN MUSCLE GOD OR GO OUT!!!”  Gleason tried to hold on but he was nearly KO’d.  Unable to breathe, his body slowly went limp in AMG’s grasp. 

With a smirk, Wu Teng cast the Black Bodybuilder off his knee.  Gleason rolled onto his back, spread-eagled in the ring.  Unconscious.  AMG placed his right foot on Earl's 52” pecs.  BlackAlpha, now the Ebony Heel, went over to where Gleason laid.  He began counting “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9”  Once again, BlackAlpha paused the count.  But there was no question of the outcome.  “10!” he exclaimed to a chorus of boos.

 DING!  DING!  DING!

Vern Wonder shouted into his mic:  “THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS…WE TOLD YOU IT WAS NO HOLDS BARRED!  OUR NEW TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED CHAMPION, THE ONE AND ONLY, THE TWO-TIME CHAMP, THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!!!”  The Flatbush crowd booed loudly as BlackAlpha raised AMG’s right hand in victory.  Master Han had entered the ring and, grinning broadly, raised his pupil’s left hand.  Wonder stepped into the ring holding his mic and the title belt.  He wrapped it around Wu Teng’s waist.

Meanwhile VinnyMuscleStallion had found the key to Dawson’s handcuffs and freed the TSWF promoter.  The silver-haired Heel gave his new found ally, the Italian Stallion, a bro hug.  More boos and jeers from the almost unruly crowd.  Many had wanted to see The Freak defeat AMG.  But Gleason's fans' hopes had been dashed by BlackAlpha’s Heel turn in the ring.  The goon squad members Jacked Stud and RedDante joined Vinny on the apron.  They laughed at Gary Bennett’s limp body draped over the top rope, then hugged each other.  BlackAlpha joined them, kissing VMS, and again giving his middle finger to the fans.

Master Han had already laid out his four ropes, one tied to each of the ring posts.  He knew his mentee wanted to humiliate Earl Gleason at center ring.  Within minutes, and with the audience still booing, Han had secured The Freak’s wrists and ankles to the ropes.  The Black Bodybuilder’s muscled physique was on full display.  He had regained consciousness and tried to struggle initially but Han cracked his black whip and Gleason ceased any resistance.  When all was prepared Han motioned for his mentee Tanner Wu to approach.

The AsianMuscleGod removed his newly won title belt and handed it to his teacher.  He slowly peeled down his black Speedo freeing his 8” uncut cock, which was semi-hard.  He had a smooth pubic area.  Straddling Gleason’s defeated body, AMG slowly sank onto The Freak’s 52” pecs.  He looked back to see Earl’s big bulge covered by his white Speedo.  With his right hand, he pushed down Gleason’s waistband until The Destroyer cock popped free.  For a moment, he stroked the beast of a cock and Gleason was powerless to prevent his tool from stiffening in AMG’s grasp.  His 9.5" cut cock was soon erect.

The Chinese-American hunk and newly crowned Champ moved forward until his smooth balls rested on Earl’s chin.  His cock had hardened to full mast above Earl’s darting eyes.  AMG smirked and double bi-flexed above Gleason’s face.  A drop of pre-cum fell on Earl’s nose.  Dropping his pose, Wu said sternly “Now you will service the AsianMuscleGod’s cock, Bitch.”  He wrapped his left hand around the middle of his shaft and guided his cock downward.  His right hand cupped the back of Gleason’s head and pulled upward.  His swollen head brushed against The Freak’s mouth.  Without hesitating, Tanner shoved his dick past Gleason’s lips.  He stuffed all eight inches into the Black Bodybuilder’s throat.

“Suck my big cock, you worthless Beta Bitch!” commanded the Champ.  Gleason’s eyes widened.  AMG began repeatedly to push the back of Earls head, impaling the loser on his cock over and over again.  Each time, Earl’s nose ran into the smooth skin at the root of Tanner’s cock.  “That’s it, Bitch, do not stop!” ordered Wu.  He looked back and saw that Earl’s big black cock was now twitching and leaking white pre-cum on his dark brown abs. 

Gleason too could taste Tanner’s creamy arousal as it began to spurt into his mouth and throat.  He couldn’t deny that the taste, both sweet and salty, was intoxicating and he began to fell his balls drawing up.  Many in the crowd still weren't happy, booing the AsianMuscleGod, but a few chants of “AMG!” could be heard.  They all knew—even if his victory was largely undeserved—that Wu Teng’s domination of another man in this position was his trademark way of taking ‘stakes.’

Master Han stood close by.  His hand had reached inside his leather chaps where he stroked his 7” uncut cock.  The sight of his pupil, Champion of the TSWF again, humiliating The Freak made him quite horny.  He might have to give up his hole to Wu Teng later that night, as he had promised on the eve of the title match.  A small sacrifice, he thought.

AMG began moaning “Oh…oh…oh…oh,” then pulled in Earl’s head one more time, making sure Gleason deep throated his cock.  It pulsed and a flood of cum rocketed down the Freak’s throat.  Wu turned back just in time to see Earl’s thick black cock throb and, untouched, shoot his load of cum.  It splashed against AMG’s lower back and pooled in the ridges of Gleason’s six pack.  Letting go of Earl’s head, Wu again double bi-flexed above him, a final act of complete domination.  “I am your fucking Alpha, Bitch!” he exclaimed.  

“UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  Master Han almost doubled over as his body shuddered from his release.  He had fished his hard cock free of his black Speedo just before going over the edge.  He aimed his cock head at Earl’s face and coated the loser with his load.

Before either AMG, Han or Gleason had fully come down from their releases, Dandy Dawson had stepped between the top and middle ropes to renewed boos from the fans who obviously assumed he was behind Black Alpha’s Heel turn.  Vern Wonder also entered the ring.  At center ring, Dawson took the mic from Wonder.  The fans yelled obscenities at the promoter trying to drown him out but he hollered, “FLATBUSH FANS, GET A GRIP, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH BLACK ALPHA’S INTERFERENCE!” 

Chants of “YES YOU DID!  YES YOU DID!” broke out, but Dandy continued, more calmly, “Believe me, fans, I had nothing to do with Black Alpha taking a metal chair to The Freak or the Bay Ridge Hero doing the same to The Tank.  But what’s done is done."  He paused before saying, "But I agree the AsianMuscleGod should not have won the title in such an unfair fashion.”  Suddenly a few cheers were heard as the fans began to quiet themselves.  “And,” he explained, “I had a backup plan for this eventuality.”  More cheers from the Flatbush audience.

Turning to the AsianMuscleGod, the promoter said into the mic, “Wu Teng, to keep your title belt, you must win one more match tonight.  You must face a newcomer to the Tri-State Wrestling Federation.”  The fans started applauding while both AMG and Master Han assumed surprised and angry faces.  Grinning, Dawson said, “He hails from down under, Australia, he is a legend in those parts and may soon be one here.  His initials are ‘ATB’ which stands for….the ‘AsianTitanBull’!” The crowd roared their approval.  

“Before we meet the Bull,” he said, looking over at Black Alpha, Vinny and his goons, “Let’s see if we can declutter the ring.”  Then he nodded at the Ebony Heel and VMS who grinned.  JackedStud and Vinny pulled The Blonde Bodybuilder off the top rope and the Blonde Tarzan threw his body over his right shoulder.  Black Alpha stepped back into the ring, untied Gleason’s wrists and ankles, and scooped up The Freak, before throwing his muscled body over his left shoulder.  Soon the losing lovers were being carried back up the ramp way to the locker room.  The fans clapped loudly although many hoped the TV monitors in the Flatbush Arena would reveal the fates of Gleason and Bennett backstage.  There was little doubt about BlackAlpha's intentions.

The AsianMuscleGod stepped close to Dawson and said “You can’t do this!  I KO’d Gleason!”  The promoter shook his head and replied “Get your black Speedo on, Champ!”

As soon as Gleason and Bennett had disappeared through the curtains, Dandy handed the mic back to the ring announcer.  With his usual gusto, Vern Wonder intoned, “HERE TONIGHT—FOR HIS DEBUT IN THE TSWF SQUARED RING…LETS ALL GIVE A HEARTY ‘G’DAY’ TO THE ASIAN TITAN BULL!!!”  The fans went wild, excited to see the newcomer.

(To be continued.)