Trick or Treat

 

Trick or Treat

by

Gym Dude

October 2003

While visiting in the west, I am invited to a Halloween party at the home of a friend of a business acquaintance in Malibu. My buddy has lined up 'dates' for us and since parking is nearly impossible at the house, we all meet at my hotel and take a cab.

They had scored costumes in advance so I wouldn't have to bother. Jane looks just like Cleopatra from the movies, Phillip is dressed as Mark Anthony while Michelle looks just like Mary Poppins and I am the chimney sweep. OK. OK, so I didn't pick it out, alright?

He had warned me that parties in Southern California can be a lot different than the "real world" so I should expect just about anything, not to mention the fact that Halloween is a time these people really let loose. I have no idea what that means.

We arrive and I am surprised that the front of the home looks much more conservative than I expected. I mean, this is Malibu after all! There are some tall plants, a lot of wall with a gate and something you might almost call a sidewalk. There is no yard or curb and my buddy is right when he said parking is a bear. We had settled up with the cabbie before he dropped us off and he split the second the last car door closed. I don't have to guess why as I feel the wind of cars passing by at 60 or 65 MPH! It seems wise to get inside that gate as fast as possible.

What a generous person might call a front yard is tastefully decorated and landscaped as a peaceful sitting area with fountains running in every corner.  The sound of water helps distract you from the terror of the highway on the other side of that wall.  Laughter and warm light filters through the open windows and door inviting us in.

Inside the home is like walking into a different world! First, there are wall-to-wall people, all obviously enjoying themselves. A built-in bar is at one end of the room tucked under stairs leading to the next floor. A fireplace on the opposite wall holds a 26" TV playing a recording of a fire, why am I not surprised? Everyone is dressed in fantastic costumes and no two are the same. It looks like they raided a movie studio and they might have, for all I know.  Little Bo Peep is chatting with Frankenstein, but for the most part people are playing the role of their character. There is a great looking witch and of course a mime. I hate mimes but this guy looks like he might really be one. He seems to be stuck in an invisible box, so I guess it is OK to leave him there.

We work our way to the bar which leads to a larger room. This area is also packed with people but not as densely. The entire back wall is comprised of French doors, all of which are open to a massive patio then a sizeable grass area. At the far edge of the lawn is a low brick wall topped with a tasteful wrought iron design, then the beach, the Pacific Ocean and the setting sun. DAMN! What a fantastic sight. I can finally understand why someone would live on such a crazy road!

"John. John!" Michelle gives my arm a tug ending the South Sea adventure in my day-dream. "There is someone I want you to meet. This is Mark." I turn and stand face first with a man's bare chest. I never saw so much muscle! This must be a statue or some elaborate costume, but no, this is authentic human flesh, and so MUCH of it!

Mark stands a full 6' 2" and must weigh at least 225 pounds. None of it appears to be fat. His costume consists of a leather wrap around his narrow waist, a quiver of arrows strapped across his broad back, an authentic looking bow in his hand and muscles everywhere. This guy must LIVE for Halloween. "I am Hercules!" a suitably booming voice announces. "And I don't doubt it for a minute." I humbly respond.

Michelle grabs his massive arm, "Mark owns a gym in town and has agreed to be my personal trainer." She giggles as she squeezes his huge biceps. "And it looks like he's pretty good at it" I shake his hand hoping that he doesn't decide to crush it. After a few minutes of conversation, I decide to head back to the bar for another drink. The crowd has grown and I can't help but notice that Mark is not the only dude taking the opportunity to show off his hard work in the gym. Tarzan is across the room and looks like a much better candidate for the role than some of the guys Hollywood has chosen. Rocky Balboa is shadow boxing in his red, white and blue trunks and red gloves. The stud must really be Italian and he looks to be in even better shape than Stallone was in the movie.

I work out and try to stay in shape. Back home I'm considered quite the stud but I am sure glad I didn't get a costume like these guys or I'd have to go hide in a corner. At the door Conan is making an entrance and I swear the guy looks as big as Arnold or even bigger. There must be something in the water! Do ALL the men in Southern California have great bodies or just the ones at this party?  As I get back from the bar, Jane arrives to introduce Tarzan to the group. Jane and Tarzan. Who would have thought? Tarzan is even more of a stud than he looked earlier across the room. He and Hercules are about the same height and similar weight. Actually, Tarzan looks a little bit leaner, but Damn! These are two really built dudes!

Even though our dates are from the office and this is just a friendly outing, Phillip is obviously unnerved at Jane hanging on Tarzan's more than ample arm. As Jane introduces the two musclemen and Tarzan reaches out to shake the hand of Hercules, Phillip thinks out loud, "Damn! You guys are both in such great shape!  It's hard to imagine which one of you is strongest!"  Actually, I had wondered the same thing but didn't have the nerve to ask. Hercules is certainly big and buff, but Tarzan looks like he might be more athletic.

The big booming voice erupts from Hercules, still in character, "I am the son of a GOD. No mere mortal can match me, especially a mortal raised by monkeys!"  Mark spoke and you believed! All of us, but one.

Tarzan takes a deep breath; his massive chest stretches as he instinctively flexes the muscles up and down his impressive body. "There is nothing wrong with being raised in the jungle. Those who survive must be strong, fast and develop keen senses. No man threatens the Lord of the Jungle!" The two big men are just a few feet apart and locked eye to eye. I wonder if either or both of them actually believe they are the characters they portray?

 "Maybe no MAN, but you dare not stand up to a GOD, Monkey-boy!" Mark stands solid and begins to flex his obviously powerful physique. He sure looks to me like he has the edge in muscle size. Jane squeals with excitement as she tries to squeeze Tarzan's huge flexed biceps, both her hands can't reach around or make any dent in it at all. "I don't know anyone stronger than Tarzan! Huh, Ronnie?" Somehow, "Ronnie" doesn't sound to me like a name for this much muscle.

Tarzan speaks calmly but clearly, "It sounds like Hercules has met his match!" Hercules smiles and replies, "And it looks to me like Tarzan wants his ass kicked!"

"There is plenty of room over here on the grass" Tarzan continues. "I don't think Jack would mind if we provide a little entertainment for his guests." I am standing right behind him as Hercules pulls the quiver of arrows off his powerful back. It is hard to believe there can be so much muscle on just one man!  If it weren't for the prospect of seeing these two muscular studs fight it out, I feel motivated to find the nearest gym and start pumping iron right now!

The lawn stretches across the yard full width with some paving stones making a walkway of gentle curves through the middle. Concrete and block walls separate Jacks' place from the neighbors on both sides. The entire yard is designed for entertaining and very well lit. Hercules takes the lead and stands firm in the center of the right side section of lawn. I'm even more impressed by this guy's build as he slowly stretches his massive muscles while the other big man approaches. "Come on, Monkey Boy! Show me your stuff!" Mark's big voice booms. Tarzan steps forward and the party guests begin to take note of what is up.

I'm thinking that Phillip is right when he said you never know what to expect at a Southern California party, but SHIT! This is beyond anything in my wildest imagination. Somehow it seems perfectly natural here. I love it!

With the two mighty men standing face to face, suddenly Tarzan shows his speed and throws a right towards Herc's jaw but the big man catches the fist in the palm of his left hand and grips solidly. The Lord of the Jungle looks surprised but quickly counters with a powerful left only to have his punch intercepted and his fist locked tightly in the grip of Hercules. Mark just smiles at the shocked expression on the face of his muscular opponent as he grips tighter on Tarzan's fists.

"AAAAAAGH" Ronnie gasps just as Mark unloads a front kick square into the muscleman's washboard abdominals. Tarzan is not expecting a move like that and his air supply erupts as the big stud doubles over.

"Monkey Boy, you are nothing before my power!"  Hercules exclaims for all to hear as he sweeps the injured warrior in his powerful arms and positions the big muscleman across Mark's broad shoulders. Hercules takes hold of Tarzan's jaw with one hand and a knee with the other and begins to flex his massive physique

while stretching his foe to the gasps and cheers of the admiring crowd. It is clear to me and all around that Tarzan is not going to break out of this punishing hold. I've been racked before and know from firsthand experience that you can hold on as long as you want, but you're going to take one hell of a lot of punishment and you're still going to give up before the guy is done with you.

Hercules flexes again and again while Tarzan can only groan in response. Mark is getting off posing for the crowd and like the rest, I sure didn't want the view to stop. I feel sorry for the man getting crushed, but Mark's build is nothing short of amazing to watch.

Mark is clearly demonstrating his total control over Ron's wasted muscles, then begins addressing the party guests, "Mortals! Witness the power of Hercules!"  Mark repositions his grip and begins Military Pressing Tarzan's well-muscled frame.

It's unbelievable, I think to myself. Ron is a good 6'2" or so and with his powerful build, this stud HAS to weigh at least 220. Mark is lifting the he-man as though he is nothing! After a dozen reps or so, Mark tosses the helpless athlete to the other side of the lawn. Damn! That's a distance of ten feet or more!

"Look!" he exclaims "Tarzan can fly even without using a vine!" Ron's well-muscled body crashes to the ground on his back and shoulders and Hercules approaches toward his head. Mark stands for just a moment laughing at Tarzan writhing at his feet then drops his knees across the young stud's broad shoulders pinning his back to the ground.

"You DARE to challenge a GOD! Let me introduce you to the Hammer of Thor!" Hercules bellows and clasps his hands above his head into one giant fist then flexes mightily and drives his hammer fist deep into Tarzan's upper abs!

I am amazed to see the young muscle-stud's legs bounce off the ground as the wind whistles through his gritted teeth. "OOOOOOOHH" is the only sound from the crowd as Hercules lifts his massive frame and powers the Hammer of Thor into his opponent's broken down stomach one more time. Tarzan's muscular body jerks in reaction to the impact then the kid's muscular limbs flop motionless to the ground.

Tarzan is defeated.

Still anchoring the unconscious athlete to the ground, Hercules executes a double-biceps pose and flexes his mighty body to the admiring crowd. I can't believe that someone didn't try to stop the fight, especially when it became so one sided, but I guess that's the way it works in L.A.

"Stop him! Stop him! You gotta make him stop!" I hear a female voice from the crowd and can see Jane pushing to the front with Rocky Balboa in tow.

I have to admit, the guy playing Rocky is impressive as hell. A little better than six feet tall and packing over 200 pounds of nicely ripped muscle. The man looks like he's in much better shape than Sly is

in the Rocky movie, but Sly is actually rather short and is lucky if he can hit 180 pounds soaking wet.  This man is much bigger and all muscle.

"Stop him. Make him stop beating up my friend!  Please! You gotta stop the big bully!" Jane may be late but she seems to have found her gladiator.

"OK, Dude!" The big handsome Italian Stallion sounds just as East Coast as Rocky, "You've made your point, now leave the kid alone." Rocky pounds his gloves together as he speaks for emphasis. The guy's muscles look hard and strong and the big boy makes one hell of

an impression.

Mark stands to face the boxer, "Who dares to interrupt the great Hercules?" Mark is the taller of the two and carries a few more pounds but SHIT! If those rock-solid muscles are half as strong as they look Rocky has some serious power.

"Come on, Man! It's a party. Let me buy you a drink and we can all get back to having some fun." Rocky wants to quiet things down before they get any further out of hand.

"Actually, I'm already having FUN!" Hercules exclaims. "You're all dressed up like a fighter. Why not step over here and fight ME!"

Jane pushes the tough-looking stud to get some payback for beating up her friend. "Don't let him talk to you like that. Go over and punch the guy's lights out!"  The crowd starts to really get into the evenings unexpected entertainment. "Yeah, Rocky! Show this guy a thing or two about fighting!" "Do it, Man!  Take this guy out!" Voice after voice is egging the muscular boxer to take down the big muscleman. A solid push from a couple of pretty big guys behind him and Rocky steps forward to face Hercules. The commitment is made and the smile on Mark's face lets you know that Rocky will not be allowed to back down now.

"OK, Big Man. You've had your chance. Let's finish this off and get back to the party." Rocky speaks confidently as he raises his fists and takes a traditional boxer's stance. The crowd is cheering as Rocky begins to dance on the balls of his feet moving back and forth around the mighty Hercules. I have to admit, this muscular stud looks like he knows what he's doing. Mark is just standing and watching as the Stallion's rippled body moves around him.

Suddenly in a blur, Rocky's gloved fist slams into Hercules' stone-wall abs. Without waiting for a reaction, the muscular boxer slams five more solid punches to Mark's midsection, each with a loud, solid THUD!

"OOOOOOHHHHH" the party crowd gasps, but Hercules stands motionless. Rocky fires another half dozen power punches into the big man's solid body but fails to move Hercules' powerful build even one inch. The muscular boxer looks into the smiling face of the muscleman just a fraction of a second before Mark's massive fist smashes into the stud's jaw.

I am amazed to see that heavily muscled stud driven to one knee by just one of Mark's power punches!  Hercules reaches down gripping the stunned fighter by his impressive biceps and lifts the dude up. Showing no fear of attack, Mark steadies the muscular stud with one hand behind his head and slaps him around a little with the other. As Rocky starts to come around, Hercules stretches his big arms out and gives the big stud a target.

"Sorry to interrupt your work there, He-Man. Here's your chance to show me what you're packing in those big arms or yours." I have never seen anything like it. Mark is pushing this massive athlete to open up on him!

The crowd is egging him on as well as Rocky raises his fists and steps forward slamming another dozen powerful punches into Mark's muscular body. Just as before, each punch makes a devastating thud, but Hercules is still standing strong.

"Here kid!" Hercules speaks in a condescending tone, "Let me show you how it's done." The massive Hercules plants both hands on Rocky's beef-steak pecs and easily pushes the big stud back against the concrete wall. Rocky hits the wall with enough force to slightly stun the big man and before he can get his fists up to defend himself, Hercules smashes his big right fist deep into the boxer's washboard abs. His mighty left crashes in right behind it and Rocky's jaw drops open as he gasps for air. The handsome boxer's eyes open wide and you can see this fight is already over.

With a big smile on his face, Hercules presses the big fighter back to the wall and powers another right/left combination to Rocky's sharply defined abdominals.  The big muscleman takes a step back to give the well-built boxer some room and Rocky drops to his knees with his massive arms barely keeping him from crashing all the way to the ground.

Hercules laughs at the fallen hero as he steps behind Rocky and slides his own muscular arms under the boxer's, gripping solidly behind the young stud's neck. It's astounding the see the thick muscles flex across Hercules' broad back as he lifts Rocky and leaves him hanging slightly off the ground locked solidly in the grip of Hercules' full nelson.

Stunned from the powerful body punches, Rocky's massive physique begins to strain against the muscleman holding him. I am amazed as every muscle in this young hunk's body flexes and strains in a valiant effort to escape the crushing grip of Hercules.

"AAAAAAAGGGGHHH" is about all the stud boxer can get out as Hercules tightens his hold forcing the young stud's head down further and wrenching the kid's heavily muscled shoulders back. He lets the stud's feet touch the ground since it obviously is not going to do him any good anyhow, and begins walking the defeated hero toward the party crowd. Hercules stops about six feet from the nearest bystanders and his voice booms out.

"Look what happens to your big, muscular fighter when he dares to face the mighty Hercules!" He crushes down again and Rocky's powerful build crumbles.  "AAAAAAARRRRGH! Enough! I give. Shit, Man! I give!" Rocky can barely get the words out fast enough before Hercules lets him have a little more.  "AAAOOOOOHHH! Please, Man! No more! I can't take

any more! I give. Man, I give up! Please let me go!"

"Look at how your big heavyweight boxer stud crumbles before my POWER!" I wonder if Mark has gone over the side. I mean, being in character is fun for a while, but does this guy have ANY contact with reality?

Hercules flexes his muscles again and the heavily-muscled boxer slumps in the big man's incredible grip.

"That's enough, buddy." I am startled to hear a voice from behind because I didn't know anyone is there.  Sure enough, right behind that mountain of muscle, tapping Hercules on the shoulder with his night-stick, is the heat. Someone had called the cops!

Mark releases the defeated boxer and as Rocky's muscular frame collapses to the ground the big muscleman turns to face the man behind him. We were so intent on watching the two musclemen fighting, that no one noticed the man in blue came around from the

side.

"Leave the guy alone and back off!" The cop's voice is deep and clear. As Hercules turns his big body, I get my first look at the man behind him. The patrolman appears formidable and I imagine he can take care of himself, but even this guy has to look up at the massively muscled Hercules. As he takes a long hard look at the mountain of muscle before him, I am surprised there seems to be only one cop.

"And if I don't?" the big muscleman smiles.

With total confidence the lawman calmly replies, "I really must insist."

Hercules considers where he is and asks a very insightful question, "How do I know you're a real cop and not some guy in a cop costume?"

"You won't until I take you back to the stationhouse.  Now come along peacefully and don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be." The cop whips out a pair of handcuffs from the back of his belt and reaches toward one of Hercules' powerful arms. I wonder if those cuffs are even going to fit around this dude's thick wrists.

"Alright, Tough Guy. Let's go." The cop speaks with authority, but Hercules takes one step back and spreads his massive arms to the side away from the patrolman. "Not so fast, Dude. This is a costume party and I don't see no gun. Besides, there is just one of you. How do you expect to single-handedly subdue this?" Hercules snaps into a double biceps pose and rippling muscle explodes from every inch of his massive frame. I look to the cop for his reaction and he just smiles at the big man and begins to unbutton his uniform shirt. As he slides off the shirt, both the crowd and I are stunned at the sight of what appears to be around 210 pounds of the most sharply defined, tanned, rock-solid muscle EVER!

Damn! If I had a body like that, I don't think I would ever wear a shirt! The cop stands at least 6' tall, maybe 6'1", but definitely shorter than Mark. His muscles are not only thick but ripped as well. He is not nearly as big as Mark, but his razor-sharp definition makes him look bigger. The cop flexes and his magnificent muscles grow even more. His pecs create a shelf on his massive chest. His lat muscles are thick and wide, and the man's arms are nothing short of fearsome. This guy's body is flat unbelievable!

"OK, Big Man. Are you going peacefully, or do I need to TAKE you!" the muscle-cop smiles up at the more massive stud and Hercules smiles back. No further answer is necessary. "I still don't know if you're really a cop or not, but either way, now that you're out of uniform I can kick your ass and no one can say a word." Hercules' big voice booms out as he steps forward.  I try to count the rows of muscle in the cop's incredible abs but as he moves I lose track of the thick, corded slabs of muscle. Damn, this guy's abs look like coils of case-hardened steel!

Hercules powers a mighty punch at the officer's head, but he is gone before the huge fist gets to its target. The massive muscleman straightens up as a solid fist slams into his low back. Mark turns to tangle his opponent in his powerful arms but again the

cop isn't there and Hercules grunts as he takes a solid kick to the lower back.

I am amazed at the speed and power of the muscled cop. This guy's magnificent body is working like a well-oiled machine. For the first time, I am getting the idea that at least one man MAY be able to stand up to Hercules' incredible power.

Hercules laughs! This guy is taking all the hits, but still LAUGHS! "Get your licks in while you can, Little Man. Very soon you will feel the power of Hercules as I crush you like a bug!"

Not to be outdone, the cop spins quickly and delivers a crushing round-house kick to Mark's side.  "UUUUFFFFF" the big muscleman groans. This is the first time I have seen a sign of weakness in the big man. Before Hercules can respond, the muscle-cop delivers an equally devastating kick to the other side.

THUD! You can hear the impact of foot against muscle.  "AAAAGH! You bastard! Hercules will make you PAY for that!" The officer just smiles back, "It's up to you, Big Man. Quit now and come along peacefully, or stand there and let me take you apart." The cop powers a solid left fist to the unprotected abs of the bigger muscleman with a resounding POP so loud it almost hurts my ears. I shudder at the thought of being on the receiving end of a punch with that much POWER, but it doesn't seem to hurt the big man at all!

The muscle-cop stretches his fabulous physique and the women in the crowd let out a weak-kneed gasp. I have to admit, this man's iron-muscled body is amazing. It is a treat just to watch his muscles move!

The lawman moves fast as he steps in and delivers a shockingly powerful punch to the lower left side of Hercules' picture perfect abs but this time the bigger man's left hand secures a solid grip of the muscle-cops wrist. It takes only a fraction of a second for the mighty Hercules to capitalize on the move and lift the muscle-cop's powerful arm high in the air, nearly pulling the stud off his feet. As the cop's magnificent body is pulled closer, Hercules smashes his massive right fist to the center of the cop's solid body.

With his target's fantastic physique nearly hanging in the air before him, Hercules powers a half-dozen punches to the muscle-cop's steel-coil abdominals.  THUD! Thud! Thud! The sound is like a pile-driver smashing a steel beam into solid ground.

A bolt of fear shoots up my spine. I could be watching this huge he-man thoroughly destroying this magnificent hunk! My fear subsides as the muscle-cop speaks. "If you're planning of breaking me down, you're going to have to do a great deal better than that! You'll find my muscles are as strong and as hard as solid iron!" The cop's spectacular abdominal muscles truly resemble case-hardened steel!

"Thanks for the invitation, Little Man. I can do a GREAT DEAL better than that!" Hercules exclaims for all to hear as he grips the cop's wrist with both hands and using his superior weight, Hercules spins smashing the unsuspecting athlete face-first into the concrete wall. Without a moment’s hesitation the massive muscleman drives the cop's powerful right arm far up behind his back and gripping his elbow with Mark's right hand he lifts the incapacitated muscle-cop in the air leaving his substantial bodyweight hanging from his hammer-locked right arm.

"AAAAARGH" the well-muscled cop groans for the first time. "Let me show you what happens when a weak mortal such as yourself dares to face the mighty Hercules in combat." The big muscleman's voice booms and I can tell the massive stud is pissed at the speed and power the solidly built muscle-cop has been able to deliver.

Holding the rippling stud in agony by his beautifully muscled right arm, Hercules powers the lawman into the concrete wall. Holding him there, the brawny stud releases the grip of his right hand then hauls back and fires three power punches to the cop's low back, each gaining a groan from the finely crafted muscleman.

"Still think you can fight the mighty Hercules, single-handed?" Mark's powerful voice bellows while the muscle-cop is hanging in agony. Mark then presses his right hand solidly against the cop's muscular back and lets the big stud's frame slide slowly down the abrasive texture of the concrete wall. "AAAAAARGH" the muscular cop groans as his magnificent washboard abs and thick beef-steak pecs are torn by the small rocks and sharp gravel chucks molded into the wall.

The beautifully muscled he-man is exhausted by the time his feet reach the ground but surprisingly, he is still able to stand and it looks to me like he's trying to form some kind of defense but before he can move, Hercules grips the elbow again and lifting the muscleman in the air, smashes the cop's rugged physique into the wall. Two more well placed power punches to the stud's low back and the muscle-stud is in agony. THUD! THUD!

"AAAAAARGH!" The muscular athlete gasps. "No. No.  No more!" But his submission is too late and again Hercules presses his right hand hard against the stud's back. As the he-man screams, his massive attacker allows the cop's well-muscled body to slide down the wall, this time leaving a red smudge as the hard muscled ridges wear off his chiseled physique.

I am shocked that Hercules does not release the obviously destroyed muscle-cop but instead lifts the sobbing athlete in the air again. "NO! Please, Man!  No more! I can't take..." his words are cut off as the bigger muscleman slams the stud's rippling muscles into the wall again. "No. NO! Please. AAAAARRGGH" The rugged he-man screams as his handsome physique slowly drags down the wall.

As his feet reach the ground, Hercules seems to show his first sign of mercy and allows the muscle-cop to crumble in a pile at his feet. Shaking out his heavily muscled frame, Hercules turns and leaves the once powerful stud and steps toward the crowd. "Let me show you something about REAL muscle!" he announced as he sweeps a salt shaker from the nearby table and twisting off the top, pours it into his hand. I join the rest of the crowd watching in confusion as the muscular he-man wipes the salt across his massive chest and beer-can abs. There is more than enough sweat from recent combat to cause the salt to cake on his handsome body, but I still can't understand what he is trying to prove.

With a big, shit-eating grin Hercules turns back to the beaten muscle-cop. "I want to see how tough those iron muscles are, Big Guy!" he shouts as he grips the stud's head, pulls his magnificent physique upright and easily pushes the battered muscle-cop into the wall. I am amazed at the strength of this muscular stud, that after all of that abuse, he is able to stay on his feet. The iron-muscled dude even raises his powerful arms in a vain attempt to fight the big he-man as he staggers forward while Hercules closes in with all his huge muscles flexing.

Hercules hits the muscle-cop like a linebacker, "YES!" he shouts as he wraps his massive pythons around the helpless cop. Gripping behind the stud's back, "OH YEAH!" he shouts in glee as the muscle-cop is encased in rock-solid muscle. Hercules flexes his biceps to unbelievable size and in an instant the muscle-cop's muscular body is forced to bend, conforming to the shape of Hercules' barrel chest and lean rippling abs.

 Air explodes from the muscle-cop's body just as his eyes seem to bulge from his head. The lean he-man tries to scream as the salt on Hercules' chest and stomach is pressed into the abrasion wounds up and down the muscle-cop's rugged frame. The battered athlete tries desperately to regain oxygen and at the same time scream from the overpowering pain in his chest and stomach muscles.

"What is it you said a few minutes ago? Quit now and come along peacefully, or stand there and let me take you apart. Well, how about it? Are you ready to give up and admit that you are a weak little wimp compared to a REAL man?" Hercules flexes his massive arms and the stud cop wilts in his grip unable to answer. The pain in his chest has to be unbearable as the muscle-cop writhes in Mark's killer grip. The cop faintly screams but cannot escape.

Unable to breathe and helpless in the amazingly powerful arms of Hercules, the handsome cop fades fast. It is obvious he will be providing no resistance to the incredible power of the muscleman crushing him.

"I can't stand this a minute more. Let the poor son-of-a-bitch go, he can't hurt you now." A voice came from the crowd. A few more guys echo in, but they are further back in the crowd where they feel more safe.

Mark releases the he-man cop and lets him fall to the ground in a semi-conscious state. I note that he is breathing, but that muscle-dude has taken one hell of a beating.

Hercules turns to the crowd and asks, "Alright. Who wants a piece of me now? I have more than enough power to take you all on!" I begin to think that the big muscleman may have lost contact with reality.  What would it be like if all the guys in the crowd jumped him at once? Shit! Wouldn't that be fun to watch?

"Listen, Man. You've had your fun and shown us all that you're some big, bad dude. Let's call it quits and get back to the party. Look at what you've done.  That guy has worked for years to build a magnificent body and you're not happy until you destroy him just so you can look like a big man? You're SICK, Buddy!"

Hercules looks shocked that anyone would have the guts to speak to him like that. After all, every one of these musclemen volunteered to battle him and deserved what they got. Right? Who would dare question HIM?

I have to see for myself. I step forward to peer around Hercules' massive physique and can hardly believe my eyes. Standing in front of the crowd is the dude dressed as Conan. I had seen this guy when he arrived and noticed his incredible build, but across the room he looked like he is around 6'2" or so and a good 220-225 pounds, but standing before Hercules I can see that this guy is freaking HUGE!

Conan is a young guy; college age and I image he's got to play football with a body like that. Taller than Hercules, Conan must be all of 6'4" or maybe more and proportioned so well he's got to be packing over 240, at least 250 pounds of incredibly solid beef. Conan is not as ripped as the cop, but looks even bigger and stronger than Hercules. I know it's tough for a big man to pack on serious muscle, but this young stud seems to have found the secret.

"Finally." Hercules shouts to the crowd. “. Someone who looks like he can offer a little competition.  Step forward, young mortal so I can show you what it feels like to be beaten!" Hercules scoffs at this kid's obvious strength.

"Get off your high horse, Shit-head! I came here to party, not to beat up some 'roid-head asshole." The kid stands his ground and I get the distinct impression that his dude does not get many serious challengers.

Mark looks incredibly powerful as he steps forward to lock up with the massively built college boy. Conan simply plants both his big hands on the chest of Hercules and pushes him back a few steps. A low "OOOOOOOOHHHH" murmurs from the crowd. Hercules smiles at the gesture but the big muscleboy looks deadly serious. "Make it easy on yourself, Muscleman. Call it a night and I'll let you off easy."

"You may be a big boy, but you're still a BOY!" Hercules responds and flexes his powerful muscles to intimidate his larger adversary. Conan flexes as well and coos from admirers in the crowd prove the college muscleboy has won the muscle flexing competition.

Hercules shows dismay that he is losing the admiration of the crowd and moves in to lock up with the big muscleboy again. In a move of blinding speed that I never would have suspected from a man his size, Conan comes in low and slams his broad shoulder into the massive chest of Hercules as he grips solidly behind the muscleman's legs. The heavily muscled young stud pulls the big man's legs from the ground and drives his substantial bodyweight forward. Hercules' massive body is powered to the ground on his back with a resounding THUD! Maintaining his momentum, Conan leaps in the air and drives his right knee with 250 pounds behind it, into the center of Hercules stomach!

 The big muscleman grunts from the impact but demonstrates incredible toughness by rolling to his feet before the powerful muscleboy can nail him again. Mark keeps his distance but smiles confidently. I notice one hand is rubbing his rippling abdominals so I can tell the big young stud is getting to him.  "Nice move, Son. You got anything else you want to show me?" Hercules motions for the big muscleboy to come and get him. Like two huge mountains of solid muscle, the two strongest men I have ever seen prepare to battle again. This time Conan lunges first, but Hercules side steps the huge fighter and slams his right fist into the boy's stomach so hard you can hear it across the yard! I am close enough to hear a faint "UGH" from the massive stud but the big college muscleboy turns to face the muscleman again showing no sign of any damage. It seems like I am watching a bullfight with two giant bulls and no matador.

The two big men charge and collide with neither pushing the other back. As they wrangle for position, Conan is first to lock his massive arms around the chest of Hercules. The college muscleboy's guns flex to incredible size as he begins to crush the muscleman in his fearsome grip. "UUUUUGH" is the only sound from Hercules as air forces its way from the big man's fortress-like chest. I can't imagine the power it takes to humble this massive he-man. Conan shows off his power by lifting the powerful athlete and slamming Mark to the ground with the big boy crashing down on top. I hear another grunt from the big man, now dwarfed by 250 pounds of solid collegiate muscle.

Hercules struggles to twist his powerful body and maneuver the handsome young fighter off him but the muscleboy flexes again crushing more air from the big he-man's chest. "AAAAAHHHHH" the muscleman strains as the young stud's mighty arms flex to amazing size.

With his own big arms free of the kid's crushing power, Hercules begins to pound Conan's broad

shoulders with his fists. One look at the heavy muscles across the college boy's upper body and I knew Hercules would be making no progress with this tactic, and he didn't. Each powerful blow from the big muscleman's fists simply bounces off the thick armor plated muscles of the powerful college boy. Those huge rock-solid biceps and triceps explode with power again and Hercules can't hold back the reaction.

"AAAAARGH! DAMN!" the big man shouts as his own heavily muscled arms stretch out to the ground in agony. It is hard for me to believe, but this big muscleman is being manhandled by a beefcake college boy. I thought, "What I wouldn't give to train in THAT stud's gym!!!!" A few more seconds and we'll be seeing either full submission from the big muscleman, or some broken ribs.

I can hear the strain in Hercules' voice as he begins to speak. I expect him to give up but instead, "Listen, Boy. It sounds like Thunder of the Gods!" and with that, Hercules slams his two open hands together across Conan's ears. The move instantly breaks Conan's killer grip and as the college muscleboy grabs his head in pain, Hercules flexes his powerful body and flips the big boy to the side.  Mark's body still looks incredible but he's not moving nearly as fast as he did a while ago.

Both big men make it to their feet with Hercules flexing and stretching while working to get air back in his crushed lungs. Conan is shaking his head trying to get the butterflies out. Showing the amazing recuperative powers of both men, they step

toward each other again. Each man is demonstrating caution and maybe a new-found respect for the other.

The big muscle-kid moves in to deliver more damage but this time Hercules shows his power by scooping the massive athlete off his feet and quickly smashing the boy's back across his knee. "UUUUUMPH" is the only sound from the big stud, but enough to let Hercules know he is on the right track. "What's the matter, Muscleboy? Does that hurt?" Hercules shouts triumphantly as he lifts the muscular young warrior and slams the stud's body across his knee again. The young athlete's handsome face reflects the damage being done. "Third times a charm, Young Stud." The big he-man puts the kid on notice as he demonstrates his muscle power by lifting the big stud holding him helpless, then laughing at his plight before driving the powerful kid's battered back across his outstretched knee again.

"AAAARRGH" the mighty kid gasps as his muscular body stretches back. Hercules takes advantage of the worked over stud by pounding his fist into the boy's abdominals. The kid grunts with each powerful punch and Mark knows his plan to weaken the big stud is working. Triumphantly, Hercules rolls the battered athlete off his knee letting him crash face first on the ground.  As Conan tries to press up, Mark is on his back locking on a full nelson. The massive muscleman pulls Conan's powerful chest from the ground then begins to lean back and sit, pressing on Conan's lower back while driving his rippling stomach down. With his knees propping up the vicious full nelson, Hercules sits back pressing the kid's rugged frame to the ground and is rewarded with a long agonizing groan.

"Gee, what happened to the giant muscle-boy? I thought you were indestructible and you were going to use those gigantic muscles to break me down? What's the matter, He-Man? Where is all your fight now???"  Hercules gives the kid some shit and tightens his grip adding more agony to the hold. Mark has shown many times that once he locks his massive pythons on a man, the fight is pretty much over.

Conan strains and twists in agony but the muscleman's full nelson is inescapable and all the kid can do is hurt and weaken even more. With the pain in his back increasing and no other alternative, Conan finally gives up, but Mark doesn't accept the kid's submission and cranks on the powerful kid some more. "AAAARRRGH! Enough! I've had enough! I can't take anymore! I give! I GIVE! I GIVE!" The kid screams his submission until Hercules finally releases the mighty stud and stands above him flexing his massive muscles in superiority.

The kid came into the fight with a distinct height and weight advantage. His gigantic muscles outclassed even the mighty Hercules, but even those powerful muscles were not helping him now. Conan struggles to get to his hands and knees and I am fascinated watching his rippling muscles flex as he tries to work his way up, but as soon as he's part way up, Hercules delivers a powerful kick to the midsection, flipping

the muscular young athlete over and knocking him to the ground on his broad back.

Dropping with his knees anchoring the kid's shoulders to the ground, Hercules flexes and puts the kid on notice. "Now I will introduce you to the Hammer of Thor!" Clasping his massive hands and flexing his powerful muscles for the crowd, Mark smashes his double fisted hammer punch to the young studs' upper abs. Hercules is rewarded with a groan from the muscle-kid but not much more for his effort. Hercules smiles, flexes again and powers the Hammer of Thor deep into the kid's gut a second time. I am forced to wince at the incredible force of this massive he-man's signature move. The powerful muscleman has destroyed every man who has fallen victim to his incredible power. "UUUUUGH" Conan moans as a third powerful punch smashes into his prone physique. I am shocked and amazed that this huge muscleboy is able to hold on as Conan takes two more 'Hammers' to his weakening gut. I am really impressed with the toughness of this massive young muscleman.

Hercules rises again and flexes his mighty muscles for the crowd before delivering the Hammer of Thor for a sixth agonizing time. This time the stud athlete's arms and legs bounce up off the ground and air whistles between the kid's teeth. Before he can catch his breath, Hercules delivers a seventh devastating power punch to the stud's solar plexus and the massive muscle kid's arms and legs bounce off the ground as he tries desperately to breathe.

Mark has clearly demonstrated that he has more than enough power to put the big muscle kid away any time he wants, but instead he rises above his writhing foe and flexes his amazing build for the party crowd.  Conan is incapable of even curling up for protection and is gasping for every little wisp of breath he can get. Hercules grips the massive stud's tree-trunk legs and easily wrestles the mighty athlete over to his chest. Straddling his muscular opponent's powerful body and sitting back once again he forces the heavily muscled kid to the ground as the mighty muscleman locks a vicious Boston Crab in place.

Conan knows what is coming but is unable to offer any resistance. Hercules laughs as he locks the painful hold tighter and tighter and the big 250-pound muscle kid folds instantly.

"I give! I give! Please! Man, you're breaking my back! Please! I give! I GIVE!" Hercules grips the mighty muscleboy forcing him to scream uncontrollably for release. "Look at your big muscle boy. Listen as he screams in pain and begs the mighty Hercules for mercy. Muscle Boy! Who is the strongest being here?" Hercules leans back and the big boy crumbles even further.

"Hercules! Hercules is the strongest." The muscle-kid begrudgingly admits. "And who is so strong that he can kick YOUR muscle bound ass anytime he wants?"

"You! AAAAAARGH! You are strong enough to kick my ass when you want! AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Hercules twists the powerful young muscleman's body and grinds the young stud's chest into the ground just because he can. Then as though his fun is over, Mark releases the big muscleboy, allowing his powerful legs to crash

to the ground.

Unable to barely move, the brawny college boy can only moan and groan in agony at the feet of the champion.  Hercules smiles at his handiwork. Another heavily muscled athlete has been destroyed by his own two powerful hands.

Hercules places one foot on the base of the kid's neck forcing his handsome face into the grass. He then applies all his weight, stepping onto the young stud and planting his other foot on the kid's lower back.  Hercules stands on his fallen adversary while the kid can only moan and groan. The massive muscleman presses the kid helplessly to the ground while executing muscle pose after pose to the admiring crowd.

He finally steps off his beaten opponent and asks if there are any more challengers. It is no surprise that not one more person is willing to step forward.

Hercules looks across the faces staring back and spies Superman in their midst. "You! Superman, come up here by me!" A solid looking man in his mid-twenties looks around hoping desperately that there would be another man with the same costume. There is not.  Reluctantly, Superman makes his way to the front.

I have to admit that this guy picked the right costume for any other night but this one. This stud is put together. "How tall are you, Sup?" Hercules inquires. "Nearly six feet." The man of steel answers nervously. "And how much do you weigh?" the big man asks. "I'm right at 198." Superman replies strongly, in an effort to make the number sound higher than it is.

"And it looks like you workout every day?" and Superman nods his approval. "Show us what you got.  Flex those muscles for the people. NOW!" The emphasis is not lost and Superman raises his arms in a double-biceps pose. I can see muscles flexing up and down this rugged looking stud's powerful physique. It is obvious that those muscles didn't come with the costume!

While Superman flexes his best, Hercules assumes the same pose and massive muscles explode from head to toe. The crowd applauds the pose-off. "And who is the bigger stud?" "Hercules" is the only name shouted by the group. Superman may have sharper definition, especially in the abdominals, but Hercules is clearly the winner.

Mark steps forward and slaps his open hand solidly across Superman's rippling abs. The impact does not break the flexed muscleman's pose.

"Look at these muscles! Hercules shouts. "This is one mighty hunk of MAN!" and looks Superman square in the eye. "Do you want to take me on?"

His confident smile fades quickly and Superman drops his massively flexed guns, "Not today." said the Man of Steel. "Smart decision, Muscleman!" and Hercules looks out to the crowd again. "Any man here got balls enough to face me?????" It got really quiet. "Hearing none, let's get back to the party!" The crowd erupts in cheers and relief that at least no one else is going to get beat up tonight.

The defeated athletes are picked up and cleaned up by their buddies or their dates and surprisingly enough none of them leave the party. By now most people are tired of maintaining character and start talking like regular people again.

As the night wears on I notice Mark walk up and put his massive arm across the cop's shoulder and lightly fire a fist to his incredibly solid gut. "Dude, I hope I didn't mess you up too bad." Mark sounds almost apologetic.

"Nothing I can't handle." the cop bravely replies and returns a solid punch to Mark's stonewall abs. I start to wonder if they are going to get into it again, but both big men are still smiling and it doesn't go any further than that.

One by one, Mark works his way around to the guys he had beaten up earlier. A few are a little apprehensive when he approaches, shit, who wouldn't be, but everyone is laughing when he is done.

I had never imagined a sight like I had seen this night and yet, in this place it seemed perfectly natural and no one made a big deal about it, even the guys who got their asses kicked!

Damn! Randy Newman is right, I LOVE L.A.!!!!!