Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold
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Author's Note: This is the seventh of nine chapters of the story The Face and I wrote about the Golden Boy, Alexander "Alex" Ulrich. Hope you're enjoying!
Chapter 7
The Enslaver v. The Golden Boy
Dandy Dawson had exited the metal cage and returned to his sky box to watch the fight. The silver-haired promoter was pleased with the pre-match activities. Alex Ulrich had to be somewhat intimidated after his treatment by RedDante and SwimmerBoy and then the imposing entrance of The Enslaver. The crowd buzzed with excitement below him.
DING! DING! DING!
Brutus adjusted his 12” uncut cock in his black Speedo and motioned for both wrestlers to move to center ring. Alex strode out with a cocky grin. He wasn’t going to allow himself to be awed by The Enslaver. At least he had done those homoerotic underground wrestling matches, which had taught him a number of submission holds not allowed in collegiate wrestling. His golden metallic Speedo shimmered in the light of the ring. The Olympian raised his 18” biceps as The Enslaver moved forward and raised his own muscled arms. “Not impressed, faggot! Gonna make you my bitch,” Alex taunted. Unbeknownst to Ulrich, The Enslaver had heard it all before.
The two alpha males engaged in a classic elbow and collar lock-up and began pushing into each other, grunting as they did so. Alex tried to twist the Dark Knight right and left to get him off-balance. The fans watched intently. Some chanted “TE! TE! TE!” while others yelled “GB! GB! GB!” The Enslaver stayed on his feet and used his somewhat larger frame to begin to muscle Ulrich backwards. He gathered momentum and then SHOVED Alex’s back hard into the corner turnbuckles. BANG! Before the Golden Boy could shake it off, Connors moved in and delivered a series jabs and crosses into Alex’s exposed mid-section. POW! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” With each hit, Ulrich's body convulsed.
Connors leaned in and wrapped his right arm around Ulrich’s neck, turned, and yanked the Golden Boy up and over in a BODY SLAM. BOOM! Alex found himself on his back near center ring. The Enslaver ran towards him, jumped up and landed a huge LEG DROP across Alex’s exposed chest. WHUMP! “Aaagggghhhh!” Ulrich cried out as his body jackknifed upwards. Connors got up quickly, bent his elbow and aimed it right at GB’s solar plexus. WHACK! “Arrrgghhhh!” groaned Ulrich as once again his body reflexively folded together like an accordion. Gasping for air, he rolled onto his chest and slowly got up on his knees.
The Enslaver was smirking behind his mask as he walked around Alex and fist pumped the crowd. More chants of “TE! TE! TE!” filled the Bay Ridge Arena. Connors came to a halt in front of Ulrich. His black cod piece was eye-level with Alex’s blue eyes peaking through his golden mask. He sneered “Pussy boi, you think you’re such a cocky…” WHUMP! SQUISH! TE’s taunts were interrupted by the massive EURO UPPERCUT Ulrich had fired upwards between his legs. Connors’ eyes watered and he fell to his knees holding his balls. His mouth was in an “O” shape but not making any noise. The Enslaver’s cod piece hadn’t protected his balls given the angle from which Alex had launched his low blow.
The TSWF promoter Dawson grimaced up in his sky box. Alex wasn’t going to take his fate lying down. His eyes moved to Brutus who looked upwards at the promoter with a look of chagrin.
Wyle Connors felt pain spread from his groin to all parts of his body. Alex was back on his feet. The golden metal butt plug was pressing into his prostate sending shivers of strange pleasure throughout his body. His 33” quads surrounded The Enslaver’s neck and yanked him onto his back as Ulrich fell backwards. He grabbed TE’s right arm and pulled it straight in a painful arm bar while squeezing the Dark Knight’s neck and throat. “Nnnnnggghhhhh!” grunted The Enslaver as Alex began to take control of the match. “How’s that feel, homo?” demanded Ulrich. Boos and jeers broke out as the Golden Boy’s homophobia was not welcomed. Ulrich snorted—not giving a fuck what the crowd thought—and arched upwards before CHOPPING The Enslaver’s exposed left pec with his free fist. POW! “Ugh!”
Brutus was keeping his distance, but Dandy Dawson spoke to him through his ear piece. “Don’t let Alex get the fucking upper hand. We’ve worked too hard for tonight’s victory!”
Finally, Alex released The Enslaver from the head scissors arm bar combo. He jumped up and quickly grabbed both of Wyle’s ankles raising his legs high before spreading them. Ulrich proceeded to STOMP both of TE’s inner thighs hard. WHACK! “Ugh!” WHACK! “Ugh!” Then he placed his right golden boot on Connors’ cod piece and pressed down hard, GAS-PEDALING TE’s manhood. “Oh fuuuuccckkkk!” came the anguished cry from the suddenly-less-intimidating Dark Knight.
Alex flashed a cocky grin as he dropped The Enslaver’s legs. He leaned down and applied a SIDE HEAD LOCK before dragging Connors up to his feet. Ulrich rushed TE forwards towards the far corner and SLAMMED his head into the exposed ring post just below the top turnbuckle. CRACK!” Connors was seeing stars as he stumbled backwards. Ulrich saw him coming and yanked his head backwards into an INVERTED FACE LOCK. He fell to one knee and pulled The Enslaver backwards contorting his back while his face lodged in the sweaty brown curls of Alex’s armpit. It was a perfectly executed DRAGON SLEEPER. The crowd was stunned but also turned on as they saw The Enslaver's face shoved into the Golden Boy’s pit.
Connors could hardly breath as his nose and mouth were smushed into Alex’s brown hair. “Lick it!” Ulrich demanded, as his cock strained against his skimpy Speedo pouch. Dominating another male wrestler—humiliating him, preferably—was a definite kink. Viagra or no Viagra, Ulrich’s cock would have been rock hard and leaking. And his prostate was stimulated by the butt plug every time he moved. He was sure he was dribbling pre-cum into his golden metallic Speedo. The Enslaver struggled to force Alex to break the hold. But he felt his strength ebbing and his old submissive side gaining the upper-hand. Would history repeat itself? Connors was about to slobber all over Ulrich’s pit when, suddenly, his body was released from the submission hold.
“What the fuck?” hollered Ulrich as his longish brown hair with golden highlights was grabbed by a massive hand, which had to be Brutus’s. Impartial ref? Yeah, fuck that, he thought. Brutus yanked Alex’s entire body backwards, forcing Ulrich to let go of the Dragon Sleeper. The referee released his grip and both Alex and The Enslaver found themselves rolling towards opposite ropes away from each other. Alex kept on going under the bottom rope and out onto the padded floor.
As the crowd chanted for The Enslaver, the Golden Boy slowly rose and leaned his back against the metal cage, taking a momentary breather. From his vantage point, he could not see the Dark Knight up in the ring on the far side. Suddenly he felt the back of his head pulled against the metal cage. Hands had grabbed the laces at the back of his golden mask and were…what?…trying to untie them. SwimmerBoy wrapped the loose laces around the metal cage wires then re-tied them, locking Alex’s head in place. Ulrich felt helpless as he twisted his head and tried to pry it loose from the wires. The Enslaver came around the side of the ring along the padded floor. He walked right up to Alex and SLAMMED his right knee into Ulrich’s unlined and unprotected golden pouch. WHUMP! “Aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!” screamed Alex as he tried to cover his nuts.
TE took a step back from the Golden Boy and snickered, “Only one way to free yourself from the cage, bitch!” “Fuck you!” Alex retorted—almost spitting at The Enslaver. But he knew the Dark Knight was correct. Either he stood there with his head fastened to the cage by his mask laces or he…he unmasked himself. He saw The Enslaver reach under the ring and pull out a metal chair. This was not good, Ulrich said to himself. He began to twist his head violently, forcing the golden mask up and off his face with not a moment to spare. He dropped to his knees just as The Enslaver swung the metal chair at the spot where his pretty face had resided.
Ulrich got to his feet, sidestepped Connors, before running around the ring along the padded floor. As he did, the TV monitors zoomed in on his gorgeous blue eyes and face. Some in the crowd began to recognize the Golden Boy as none other than Olympian Alex Ulrich. A few chanted “Alex Ulrich!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ulrich thought. The unmasked Golden Boy looked up at the TV cameras in each corner of the metal cage. Maybe there was still time, he thought. He ran to one corner and began climbing upwards—not sure where The Enslaver was—but intent on disabling the camera trained on him from above. He got about halfway up to the camera before large hands grabbed the back of his golden Speedo and YANKED his ass downwards. He fell at Brutus’s feet and could feel that the interference had peeled his Speedo down his milky-white ass cheeks.
Brutus leaned down and snorted “You’re supposed to be in the fucking ring, bitch!” He dragged Alex to his feet by his curly brown locks then hoisted the 5’11” 205 pound Golden Boy high above his head in a GORILLA PRESS before tossing him up and over the top ropes back into the ring. SPLAT! The ring bounced up and down from the impact. Alex Ulrich flopped around the ring, finally coming to rest at…The Enslaver’s black boots. He looked upwards at the cod piece and smooth pecs of the black-masked Dark Knight. Connors flashed a cocky smirk, “Hello Alex.”
(To be continued.)