Brian verses AJ
By
Gym Dude
We’re at the gym where Brian is making one of his infrequent visits. He
is a fairly big boy and makes no secret that he is an NHB fighter. He
gets a charge out of throwing his weight around in an effort to impress the smaller
guys. Today he’s leaning on a machine while a ‘buddy’ is trying to get in
some reps. Brian is content to work out his jaw doing what he can to pass
himself off as a rough tough fighter. Brian shares a few stories about
how he worked some guy over in the ring and how the guy never really had a
chance against Brian’s superior skill and strength.
“You a fighter?” AJ asks in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Before Brian can even reply, Dan is on his feet, “He sure the hell is! And a damn good one at that! There aren’t many men who dare to step in the ring with Brian!”
AJ looks Brian up and down and simply smiles, “Is that so?”
Not wanting to look bad in front of everyone in the gym, Brian stands his ground, “Yeah. I mix it up whenever I get the chance. Not too much competition around here though.” Brian says as he looks around the room deliberately looking over AJ’s head.
“I know what you mean.” AJ starts to get a little more serious, “It’s getting harder and harder to find guys with enough experience to make it worth the effort. I’m concentrating on bodybuilding now and not really looking for matches anymore but you sound like you’re pretty good. How about you wrestle ME?” AJ flexes his powerful guns for emphasis although it is hardly necessary.
Brian takes a closer look at his competition. AJ is about three inches shorter but a very solid 20 pounds heavier. The man is built and looks strong as a horse. AJ’s yellow Under Armor T-shirt gives the impression it is fighting just to contain his muscular physique. The man’s neck looks to be the size of his head if not thicker leaving no doubt that the handsome stud has spent his share of time on the mats.
Brian sees AJ as a serious athlete who has probably seen his mat time in high school and possibly some college. In reality AJ has a great track record on the mats in both high school and college but has spent the past 5 years in NHB punishing almost every opponent he's met in competition, earning a record of 61-7. Brian on the other hand had some time on the high school mats with the bulk of his experience being street fights and more recently NHB fighting at some of the local sports bars. Brian is still learning the sport, with a record of only 6-5 but he’s getting better every week. Although Brian is making every effort not to show it, AJ can tell in his eyes that his powerful body is making an impression on the taller guy. Brian makes a friendly gesture reaching forward and placing his left hand on AJ’s shoulder. He tries to grip down on the stud before him but AJ’s thick deltoid is as solid as stone.
AJ smiles at Brian’s effort, “I heard the stories about how tough you are and how you kick ass in the ring so how about it? You and me, two out of three falls. I want to see firsthand how a tough guy like you can handle a man like me!”
“Sounds interesting.” Brian replies as he desperately tries to think of how he can fight this powerful looking stud. “You got some place in mind?” he asks.
AJ tilts his head toward the free weight section of the gym, “We got some mats set up in a space behind the manager’s office. I’ll bet they’re open right now if you’re up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it alright!” Brian responds, “But I’m a grown man. I’m past that high school mat stuff. There is a sports bar about a mile down the road. They’ve got a regulation ring in the back room and if we fight tonight, they’ll pay $100 bucks to the winner. You up for that?”
AJ’s eyes light up. “You’re on, Big Guy.” He agrees. “And what about rules?”
Now it is Brian’s turn to smile, “We keep it real simple, No Rules. One thing though, just to keep it fair you’re a lot heavier than I am and it is real obvious that you’re packing a lot of muscle…” As if by cue AJ holds up his big right arm flexing his massive biceps. It is not lost on anyone that AJ’s guns are bigger than Brian’s neck! “Yeah? And….” AJ questions, “How to you expect to even up the odds? You want me to tie one hand behind my back or do you want me to give you the first fall?”
Brian continues, “Well something like that. You have such a great advantage I propose that for the first fall I be allowed to fight you without you fighting back.”
AJ finally loses his grin, “WHAT? You gotta be kidding!” he is astounded by the suggestion.
Brian continues confidently, “Listen Dude! You’ve got this incredible body and all those big muscles. Damn, check out the barbell you’ve been cranking on. I can’t even MOVE that thing and you press it all day as if it were a toy! I’ve been checking out those GUNS, Dude! You could CRUSH a man with those things. If I’m going to fight YOU, you gotta give me some kind of chance!”
Brian plays straight to AJ’s ego and is pushing all the right buttons. AJ flexes the muscles up and down his powerful physique and knows Brian is right. The taller man is not in bad shape but he is soft. On his best day Brian couldn’t hurt a he-man like AJ. He has offered to battle the fighter and if he backs out now the guys will never let him live it down. AJ agrees and the two men shake hands. Even with the odds a little more even it will be an up-hill battle for Brian. Just gripping AJ’s thickly muscled hand Brian has to fight to avoid getting crushed. “Eight PM it is. I know the owner there and I’ll make sure the card is cleared.”
Later that night AJ shows up at the bar and a solid looking dude meets him at the door. If this man isn’t the bouncer he sure as hell should be, the guy must be at least 6’3” and a good 235 or better and none of it is wasted. The man’s t-shirt fits snugly across his muscular chest and stretches over his powerful arms. AJ estimates those guns to be at least 19 or 20 inches and as they walk to the back he can’t help but notice the width of the man’s back. Even in AJ’s peak condition he is relieved that he won’t be facing this stud in the ring.
The massive hunk shows AJ to a cluttered dressing room, “There’s a locker for your stuff and don’t worry, nobody touches nothin’ or they deal with ME.” The message is clear. “Bathroom is down the hall, first door.” The big brute is a man of few words and he has used them all. He is gone.
Not knowing what to expect, AJ has his trunks and wrestling shoes on. His gym bag holds a change of clothes just in case. Pulling apart his pop-off warm-ups and slipping out of his sweatshirt, AJ stands before the old cracked mirror and loosens up with a few stretches. His yellow wrestling trunks show off his tanned body and will make a great impression on the crowd. The room has a chill so he leaves his black muscle shirt on for a while longer. The muscular stud can’t help but admire the benefit of his hard work in the gym. 215 pounds of solid muscle is packed on his 5’11” frame and it’s all ready to go! “Damn!” he says out loud to himself, “What a hunk!”
“I told you, Man!” Brian breaks AJ’s concentration, startling then actually embarrassing the muscular stud.
“Just working out the kinks.” AJ replies sheepishly.
“No sweat, Stud. You got one hell of a body. If I looked like you, I’d be in front of a mirror all the time too.” Brian says as he tosses his gym bag in a locker. AJ grips the bottom of his muscle shirt and begins pulling it over his powerfully muscled chest.
For the first time Brian gets a good look at the mass of rippling muscle he’ll shortly be facing in the ring. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I took you up on this fight. Son-of-a-bitch, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a rack of abs so RIPPED. How the hell did you do that?”
AJ carefully folds his shirt and turns to put it in his locker, “Training Man. It’s all training. You want hard muscles you have to push them hard. Even YOU can get a body like this if you want to work at it!” AJ can’t help getting in the dig. “You know, the two of us kind of got off on the wrong foot, but after tonight I’d be happy to show you the ropes at the gym and set you up on a sound exercise program. Who knows, when you’re strong enough you can spot for me.”
The muscle stud meant that as a compliment but that is NOT how Brian heard it. “That will be great. I can use some more muscle in the ring!” Brian tries to sound excited about the offer while he continues thinking about what he is going to do to this hunk when he gets him in the ring!
The guys continue chatting while Brian pulls off his warm-ups and prepares for the battle ahead. Checking himself out in the mirror Brian likes the way he looks. 195 pounds barely covers his 6’2” frame but he’s added a couple of tattoos to make him look tougher. Brian has always considered himself a fairly strong and tough dude, but knows better than to rely on muscle to win his fights. Over many months of club fights he has trained with some of the roughest fighters around and learned carefully how to bring even big men down to size. When AJ turns to tie his shoes, Brian catches the reflection of his powerful back in the mirror, “Damn! This guy is STRONG!” he almost screams to himself.
Brian has been working hard to psych this guy out and gain his confidence as though they could be buddies but it is all part of his plan. Now he has to be careful not to mess with his own mind too!
“Ready!” the word comes from some unseen person at the door and the guys know it is time.
As the challenger, AJ’s name is called first and he enters to a small but packed room. In the center is a brightly lit regulation ring with bleachers on all four sides going up 8 or 10 rows. The man in the center of the ring must be all of 40 years or more but is built fairly well for an old guy. AJ is right when he expects the man to be the owner of the place.
As he leaves the darkness and approaches the ring the crowd begins to notice the build on the handsome challenger and excitement begins to fill the place. “Damn!” “What a body!” “Now there’s a big boy” “I can’t wait for this” are just a few of the comments greeting the muscular stud.
“And his opponent tonight, weighing in at 195 pounds, Brian “The Bomber” Grayson!” While AJ stretches and flexes against the ropes, Brian makes his way to the ring to a few cheers, a good share of boos and a few cat calls. “You’re gonna get killed” “Let’s see what you do against Superman!” “It’s all over, Big Guy!” AJ is taken back by the reaction thinking that this is Brian’s domain, he should be the favorite.
Finally the announcer takes over, “Tonight’s competition is a handicap challenge match. Winner is best two out of three falls. The winner of each fall is determined by pin, KO or when submission is accepted. As always, there are no rules, but due to the mismatch in strength the challenger has agreed to offer no resistance during the first fall.”
The crowd begins buzzing while they process the turn of events, “Makes no difference!” “Get it on!” “Let’s see what you got, Bomber!” AJ flexes his muscles, anxious for the fight to begin. The announcer waves the two men together and steps from the ring.
Taking a wrestler’s crouch Brian slowly stalks his heavily muscled opponent. Brian first raises his arms to lock up but as AJ steps forward Brian smashes a hard right fist to the stud’s abdominals. The loud POP is testament to the power of his punch but there is no effect on the muscleman before him. AJ just stands there with a smile while Brian looks momentarily stunned. Moving in again, Brian nails the stud with a half-dozen of his best body shots but as before his fists merely bounce off the rippling muscle before him leaving AJ unharmed.
As Brian steps back AJ grins and slaps his washboard abs, “Training, Dude. You got to try it sometime. It’s all in the training.”
“I’ll show you training, Muscleman!” Brian shouts, embarrassed at his inability to hurt a man who is not even fighting back. Launching himself forward as if to attack AJ’s stomach muscles again, Brian packs all his power into a right uppercut connecting solidly with AJ’s jaw!
The muscleman’s head is knocked back from the force of the blow but rebounds with AJ’s smile still in place. “You want to quit now?” is his only reply. Brian is having a tough time maintaining composure.
A second powerful punch in mouth draws first blood. AJ licks the blood from his lip and cautions the taller man, “Just remember, there are two more falls after this one. Take another look at these guns and ask yourself if you really want me punching YOUR face! AJ clenches his fists while flexing his massive biceps and Brian’s eyes grow wide as he realizes what he has done.
“You can’t fight back! You know that!” Brian shouts at the mass of muscle before him. “Correction.” AJ smiles an almost wicked grin, “I won’t fight back in the first fall! After that my friend, your sorry ass is MINE!”
“I don’t think your fists are going to work!” someone yells from the crowd and everyone laughs. The Bomber is not accustomed to being laughed at. Brian is now keenly aware that AJ is a damn site tougher than he thought. The stud has taken Brian’s best punches and hardly flinched.
Brian bounces off the ropes and dives forward with his shoulder smashing into AJ’s undefended abdominals but the muscleman clearly demonstrates his power and coordination, standing firm while Brian simply bounces off the seemingly unbreakable block wall of solid muscle. AJ raises both arms in a double-biceps flex, his magnificent body rippling under the bright lights, and the crowd goes nuts.
It’s been a little while since AJ has competed before a crowd and missed the rabid support of NHB fans, “THIS IS COOL!” he exclaims out loud to himself, but loud enough for Brian to hear. “I’ll SHOW you what is COOL” he shouts and charges the mountain of muscle gripping AJ’s right arm and ramming it up behind his back. AJ continues standing firm while Brian pours his strength into the hold.
Without really flexing, AJ’s powerful arm muscles are more than enough to keep his arm from being forced too far up his back, eliminating any advantage Brian can gain from the hold. Bending, twisting and grunting, The Bomber tries desperately to get some reaction from his heavily muscled opponent. AJ calmly replies, “Sorry, that’s not going to work either.” Leaving Brian even more pissed off.
Growing furious at his inability to harm a man who isn’t even fighting back, Brian snakes his left arm under AJ’s gripping his hand behind the muscleman’s thick neck while releasing his man’s right arm and doing the same. Brian fiercely locks down his full-nelson without caution for his opponent’s safety. The Bomber is as well-known for his hair-trigger temper as he is his ability and readiness to destroy his opponent when he gets a chance, and AJ is providing just such a chance!
Taking advantage of his longer arms, Brian grips down hard on his mighty opponent’s broad thickly-muscled shoulders but AJ’s powerful neck muscles refuse to yield. Brian’s body presses hard against the rock-solid muscle packed on AJ’s back as he flexes harder and harder still unable to move a single muscle on the stud’s powerful shoulders.
In shock and desperation, Brian mutters aloud, “This ain’t fair. You agreed you wouldn’t fight back!”
AJ stands strong seemingly unaffected by the attack from the taller man, “Dude, that just shows how sorry you are. This is as relaxed as I can get. I’m not fighting back, you’re just too damn weak to fight a man like me!”
AJ’s words hurt even more than the realization that the muscleman was right! To make matters worse, this muscle-bound showoff has to talk loud enough for at least the first four rows to hear him! Brian begins to boil over in anger and frustration.
“Damn, Bomber! You can’t even MOVE that guy!” someone yells from ringside. “I think you’re gonna need some help!” came another call. And so it begins. It seems like the entire crowd is making fun of him and to make it worse, so far Brian is unable to change their mind.
Brian has become an expert at taunting guys to fight him. Of course, his specialty is smaller, weaker or much less experienced fighters, men he can use his destructive talents on to break down or weaken until he can work them over at his leisure. The gang at the sports bar has become accustomed to these one-side squash jobs and is looking for more of a fight. Tonight, it still looks like a squash job shaping up, but the outcome will be very much different! Brian hoped AJ would be like every other guy he’s beaten but he is learning fast that his punches and holds have no effect on this well-muscled stud.
After cranking down on AJ’s broad shoulders a time or two and still getting nothing in return except more cat-calls from ringside, Brian snakes his left foot in front of AJ’s then taking advantage of his greater height, drives his right knee hard behind AJ’s knee buckling the muscleman’s leg. As AJ tries to step forward and maintain his balance, he finds his left foot blocked. Incredible as it seems, the buff muscleman is going down. Brian holds his grip solid behind AJ’s thick neck making sure to drive the handsome stud face-first to the canvas. The powerhouse stud hits full-force on his face bearing the weight of both fighters.
The impact temporarily stuns the rugged athlete. Knowing that his full-nelson will not do him any good on the canvas, Brian releases his man jumping to his feet. The crowd sits silent, surprised by the rapid turn of events. AJ plants his hands and presses down to raise his impressive body, only to have Brian drive him back down with a knee drop to the back of the head. Again, AJ’s handsome face is smashed to the canvas this time leaving a red smudge from the blood draining from his nose and mouth.
Another knee to the back of the head leaves the he-man nearly unconscious as Brian is more than eager to capitalize on his good fortune by powering knee drops to the muscleman’s shoulders and upper back. AJ isn’t even sure where he is while The Bomber lives up to his name opening up with a series of muscle-crunching blows to the muscleman’s neck and spine. No longer a fight, AJ’s muscular body becomes little more than a target for Brian’s devastating “bombing run”.
Pausing only briefly to relish in the moment, Brian walks around the ring flexing his underdeveloped arms and pointing towards the muscular hulk nearly helpless in the middle of the ring. Brian is no fool when it came to destruction of another fighter. He has learned from experience to make sure his man doesn’t make some miracle comeback. He also knows just how strong and tough AJ’s muscles are and isn’t looking forward to facing them again. His big chance is here. He must destroy AJ’s ability to defend himself leaving so little that the next fall will be all but automatic.
“Watch what happens to your big bad muscleman NOW!” Brian screams at his detractors as he grips AJ’s muscular right arm and stretches it out to the side before leaping in the air and driving his knee into the massive upper arm muscles of his helpless victim.
“AAAAAGGGGHHH” is all you can hear from AJ as the impact takes its toll. Brian can feel the impact as well when his knee meets the mass of solid muscle. The shock hurts the taller fighter too but Brian knows it is hurting AJ a great deal more. After three or four devastating knee drops The Bomber can feel AJ’s massive muscles breaking down giving him even more enthusiasm.
The shock of Brian’s vicious attack causes AJ to start to come around but not in time to save the use of his powerful right arm. Brian sees the muscular stud try to get up and starts another “bombing run” on the stud’s head, neck and shoulders.
“How’s your big he-man doing NOW?” Brian calls out to the crowd as he grips AJ’s big left arm pausing to admire the stud’s big guns before opening up with more muscle-crushing knee drops. Brian unleashes his pent-up hostility by grinding his knee into AJ’s biceps and triceps after each devastating knee drop while the stud he-man’s body shudders with each terrible impact.
AJ is left moaning and groaning on the canvas, still in a semi-conscious state barely aware that his magnificent arm muscles have been crushed until they became soft, mushy and weak. Brian capitalizes on his opportunity by delivering a generous supply of knees to the muscleman’s low back. The Bomber enjoys showing off how he earned his name at the expense of the muscular stud beneath him.
“UUUUGH! AAAOOOO! AAAAAGGHH!” is all he can mutter as AJ begins to come around, his big body writhing in agony on the canvas, his massive arms rendered useless, his once powerful back in pain while Brian can only laugh at the devastation he has created.
“Here, Big Stud. Let me give you a hand!” Brian struggles with AJ’s solid 215 pounds, working to get the muscleman to his feet while AJ is unable to use his once mighty arms. The big hunk still isn’t quite sure where he is but knows he is in one hell of a fight. With the muscle-stud doubled-over in pain, Brian locks AJ’s muscular neck between his own lean hard thighs while reaching around the dude’s battered back and gripping across AJ’s washboard abs. Using all this strength Brian lifts the defenseless horse upright before dropping to the canvas crushing the he-man’s head under their combined bodyweight. The force of the move causes AJ’s magnificent body to flop limply to the canvas. Brian stands triumphantly above the unconscious athlete flexing his little muscles for the hecklers before him.
“OH YEAH! JUST LOOK AT WHO HAS THE REAL MUSCLES!” The Bomber works his way around the ring as the crowd begins throwing popcorn bags and beer cups toward the ring. “You’re not half the man, he is!” “Get a life!” they yell, but only serve to piss Brian off even more.
It is all he can do to pull AJ’s 215 pounds of dead weight from the canvas, but after a few tries, Brian is able to secure the muscleman in a fireman’s carry and flops the unconscious hunk against the ropes. Lifting AJ’s broken-down arms across the top rope Brian locks the massive guns in place with the middle rope leaving the powerfully muscled stud hanging limply before him. Working hard against dead weight, Brian pulls AJ’s right leg to the side securing it behind the lower rope then does the same with the left side. The massive muscleman is left spread-eagled resembling an insect caught in a spider web.
“I’ll show you who is boss in this ring!” he screams as Brian begins smashing powerful punch after punch into AJ’s relaxed abdominals. Even unconscious the muscleman’s stomach muscles resemble a block wall. As the Bomber soon discovers, even totally undefended AJ’s bricks withstand Brian’s bare-knuckled attack. Brian pounds AJ’s muscular gut with over a dozen of his best punches but the well-built hunk is none the worse for wear. Again, the crowd gets on Brian’s case. “Damn, Son. You can’t even hurt this guy when he’s out cold! What the hell are you going to do when he wakes up!” “Hey Bomber! If I were you, I’d be catching a bus out of town while you still can!”
Brian begins unleashing knees into AJ’s stomach, but still gains no ground. Slowly the muscular stud begins to come around. AJ discovers he is locked in the ropes and his arms are not working. Brian has done a great job of knocking the muscleman senseless and AJ doesn’t even remember how he got in such bad condition. As the hunk starts to struggle against the ropes, incredible pain begins to radiate from his broken-down back muscles.
AJ gets his legs under him and begins to twist and pull against the ropes holding him captive as Brian starts powering his fists into AJ’s thick pec muscles. Brian knows he will have to break-down this he-man’s upper body if he is to ensure a win.
AJ just smiles as he flexes his finely crafted pecs into mounds of thick unbreakable muscle. “You weak idiot! He exclaims! My muscles are like iron. You can pound on me all night; shit you can pound on me all week and not be able to hurt me! Hell, Man! Just look at this body!”
Deep inside Brian has to admit that the muscle stud has a point. This guy’s body seems like it is crafted from solid steel. He is not about to let AJ know and certainly not going to let the crowd know that he is powerless against AJ’s muscular frame.
In frustration, Brian begins powering fist after fist into AJ’s rippling abdominals and just as before his punches merely bounce off the thick rows of solid muscle.
“Give it up, Punk. A lot of bigger men than you have tried to break that wall of muscle and they didn’t do any better than you will. You got NOTHIN’ Guy! Give it up and save yourself the trouble.” AJ laughs and the guys at ringside join in. He is right Brian is unable to make even a dent in his brickwall abs.
Brian is not trained in karate but has learned a few kicks with enough form to make them look formidable but AJ can’t help but notice Brian’s kicks deliver less force than his punches. AJ has fun pointing that out to Brian and the crowd making The Bomber even more pissed.
Brian opens up on the muscleman’s body with fists, kicks, knees and elbows but only makes the crowd laugh harder as AJ happily gives him more shit. In desperation, Brian grips his hands on AJ’s shoulders and nearly collapses against his brawny chest.
“I’m sorry man but I got a reputation at stake. Every person here wants you to kick my ass. If I let you take me down then everyone else is going to line up to do the same. I got to admit you got one hell of a build and I really admire your muscles, but Dude, I have to make an example of you.” Brad clamps a solid grip attempting to dig his fingers into AJ’s thick traps only to find he is unable to even make a dent in the thick slabs of muscle running across the he-man’s shoulders.
Getting nowhere, in desperation Brian steps into the muscular hunk reaching around AJ’s massive chest and locks his hands behind the he-man’s broad back. Brian flexes what he can of his arms and strains to crush his helpless opponent in a bear-hug. This is a power move and not one that Brian has often used, usually saving it until his opponent is pretty well trashed and unable to resist ANY move he might use. Simply looking at his target’s powerfully sculptured chest and AJ’s thickly muscled lats Brian really should have known his attempt at crushing this man would be doomed from the start.
Brian strains and flexes with all his might but AJ and the audience as well only laugh at his puny efforts. “Dude!” AJ smiles back, “I feel sorry for you! Look at you!” AJ exclaims. “You’ve got me tied up in the ropes, defenseless. You’ve pounded on my gut and chest with everything you got. You’re working like hell to crush my chest and I can barely feel it. Son, accept it. YOU’RE WEAK! You’re right to admire these muscles. I’ve worked for years to hone my body into this kind of condition. You’re soft, Boy, soft and weak. Why not save yourself the embarrassment of the inevitable and call it quits. Give up now and we’ll leave here as buddies. Join me in the gym and I’ll show you how to develop a body you’ll be proud of. I’ll pack muscle onto that frame that will scare the hell out of any man you face in the ring. Son, you really don’t have much of a choice. Remember we’ve got two more falls to go and you know that I can really mess you up! Think about it!” AJ can’t help but grin.
Brian looks the muscleman square in the eye. AJ’s condescending tone antagonizes him even more. He likes the idea of working out with the muscular hunk and packing 20 or 30 pounds of hard muscle on his body is certainly appealing, but this stud is making him look bad in front of a roomful of people and he has to pay for that! There simply is no other option. “Sorry Muscleman, maybe later but right now I’ve GOT to take you down. And about that third fall, just what makes you think I’m going to leave enough of you around for a third fall?” With that, Brian drives his right knee up, hard between AJ’s legs.
The muscular hunk’s jaw drops down as he gasps for air just an instant before Brian delivers his left knee to the same location, the impact driving AJ’s balls up crushing them against his pelvic bone. The powerful athlete slumps against the ropes as all strength drains from his muscular body. The lower ropes press hard against his failing legs keeping him upright and preventing him from pulling his legs together as he so desperately wants to do. His massive arms, locked solid in the twisted ring ropes ensure that AJ’s buff physique stays upright and immobile in front of his attacker.
Brian smiles wide at the sight of his virile opponent hanging helplessly before him. He grips AJ’s head and pulls it upright so the two men can again look eye to watery eye, “Get ready He-Man. I’ll show you what my weak body can do to your big muscles!” Without delay, Brian unloads with four more devastating knee-lifts each striking with amazing force between the muscle-stud’s legs. Nearly delirious from the pain AJ’s only sounds are from involuntary reflex, “UUUGHH! AAARRGGG! OOOUUUUFF! OOOOOGGHH!”
Brian steps back slightly in admiration of his work. The crowd is now screaming obscenities at him for the underhanded attack but there are no rules, except that AJ cannot fight back during the first fall and he is showing no sign of doing that. Brian winds up and delivers his best right hand powering his fist hard to AJ’s lower abs, right on the belt line. “UUUUGHHH!” the muscleman responds letting The Bomber know the doorway to AJ’s destruction is opening.
Brian eagerly delivers a half-dozen rights and a half-dozen lefts, alternating his bare-knuckled fists against AJ’s lower two bricks. “UUGGH! OOOOFFF! AAAAAGHH! OOOOGH! UUUGGHHH! UUUUNGNGH!” Brian can feel a swelling of ecstasy deep within his body as each powerful punch drives deeper and deeper into AJ’s weakening abdominals. “So much for the ‘brick wall’” he laughs to himself.
Winding up and twisting, Brian drives his right knee to the center of AJ’s undefended midsection. “OOOOOOOFFFFFF” is the only sound the he-man can make as the air is forced from his sagging body, the ring ropes being the ONLY thing keeping him from collapsing to the canvas. The muscleman gasps for air, gaining only small wisps before another punch or another kick drives it back out of his body.
Brian knows his man is probably sufficiently beaten to ensure little if any resistance in the second fall, but AJ’s muscular body has embarrassed him badly early in the fall, especially the man’s brick wall abs. Those magnificently carved muscles deserve some special attention.
A fairly sold side-kick he learned from a karate buddy adds very little damage to AJ’s battered abs but looks devastating to those at ringside. The muscleman’s jaw is now resting on his Herculean chest while the big hunk’s breathing is becoming irregular. There doesn’t appear to be much more harm Brian can do to the man.
The Bomber makes another triumphant stroll around the ring, flexing as best he can to the sound of cat calls and boos from the crowd then returns jumping in the air in front of the helpless athlete and driving his elbow into the thick muscles across AJ’s broad shoulders. “UUUGHH! OOOGHGH! UUUUNNGHH!” are enough reaction to let him know he is getting through to the muscleman. Pressing down on the ropes with all his weight, Brian has just barely enough strength to separate the ropes allowing AJ’s battered physique to collapse helplessly to the canvas, his legs still stretched across the lower rope. AJ’s once powerful body is barely able to move with so little left of his muscular arms and shoulders. Brian laughs as he bounces off the bottom rope dropping his knee to the center of the he-man’s brawny back. “OOOFFFUUGHHH!” is reward enough for him.
Gripping a leg, Brian shows he has enough strength in his body to wrestle AJ over to his back in the center of the ring the only movement from the man is what little is left of his stomach muscles attempting vainly to pump air into his lungs. The Bomber gets no resistance at all from AJ’s muscular arms as he pulls each out to his opponent’s side before gripping solidly on the stud’s cannonball delt muscle and wrist. Brian nearly does a handstand before dropping his knee crushing AJ’s thick biceps against the canvas.
“NNNOOOOOO! ARRGGHH! PLEASE!” AJ is probably so trashed he isn’t even aware of his pleading but the sound is music the Brian’s ears providing more than enough incentive to power a dozen muscle-crushing knee drops into each massive bicep. When he is done, he walks around his groaning opponent admiring AJ’s prize guns reduced to no more than mushy flesh.
It is clear to all that the big muscleman lacks the strength to even move but that doesn’t stop The Bomber from opening up on the he-man’s ample pec muscles. Brian unloads a series of elbow drops to the stud’s chest before straddling AJ and digging his grip into what is left of those once powerful domes of muscle. Brian is even surprised himself at how much he has weakened his man as AJ can only moan and is barely able to flex his chest in defense while Brian grips his fingers under the thick line of muscle nearest AJ’s arms driving his thumb deep into the nipple. The Bomber crushes down on the muscle with all his might forcing a blood-curdling scream from the helpless athlete below him.
The strain on Brian’s face cannot mask the broad smile as his fingers work to crush each muscle fiber. Before releasing his fearsome grip, Brian performs a handstand on AJ’s broken-down chest before dropping both knees deep into the muscleman’s battered abs. Meeting only minimal resistance, Brian feels his knees drive well beyond the once impenetrable wall of muscle causing AJ’s body to jerk violently. The muscleman can only hack and cough as greenish-yellow stomach juices begin to drain from the side of his mouth.
The sight of the severe damage he is able to do to this formerly unbreakable stud drives Brian into a mindless state of exhilaration. He needs more, even at the risk of the total destruction of this man’s muscular body. AJ can no longer move except for involuntary muscle twitches while he gasps for the breath of life itself! Brian performs another handstand, holding it seemingly forever while the crowd screams for mercy. Brian drinks in every moment then drops again delivering all his bodyweight behind both knees powering deep into AJ’s broken body. Again, the he-man’s magnificent body shakes violently as the few muscles that still work begin to spasm. The big stud bounces and coughs, this time with a clear sign of blood draining from his mouth onto the canvas.
The crowd on their feet screaming angrily at ringside only serves to drive Brian on as he jumps to his feet waving a fist at the ringsiders being careful to stay far enough away so the mob can’t grab him. The bomber turns to deliver yet another knee to the center of AJ’s abs before grabbing a leg and twisting it around his own. AJ is far beyond resisting as Brian grips his other leg falling back into a figure-4 leg lock.
His opponent has been beaten into total helplessness and as far as anyone can tell might not even be conscious but it doesn’t keep AJ’s body from reacting to the incredible pain being delivered to his tree-trunk legs. The muscle-stud’s legs had been spared until now. The new level of pain seems to jerk AJ back to some form of awareness, “AAAAARRRGHGHHH!” he screams helplessly.
“Welcome back Scooter!” Brian laughs at his victim, “I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about a third fall. HUH, Muscleman? You’ll have a tough time fighting with a broken leg!”
“AAAAARRGHHHHH!” AJ’s screams nearly peel the paint from the walls. “Please! Please NO! AAAARRRGHHHH! No more. Please no more! I give. I give. I GIVE UP! No more! AAAAAGGHHHH! Please! PLEASE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
At last! Brian has everything he wanted. AJ is totally beaten! His well-muscled body has been completely destroyed in front of everyone. The buff stud has nothing left and lays helplessly in Brian’s grip screaming like a baby and begging for mercy. For Brian it doesn’t get any better than this!
“I GIVE! I GIVE! AARRRGHHHH! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE. I GIVE UP! PLEASE! OH GOD, PLEASE!” AJ is clearly finished.
“And what about the next fall. Are you submitting to me for that fall as well?” Brian sounds almost as though he is negotiating a contract as he flexes his lean strong legs adding even more terrible pressure. “YES! YES! ANYTHING, I DON’T CARE! JUST STOP THE PAIN. I GIVE UP! I GIVE! OH PLEASE MAN, I GIVE!!!!!!”
“OK!” Brian responds calmly, “Except for one thing, I have to accept your submission, AND I DON’T!” Brian muscles down on his hold again just for the fun of making the muscleman scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” AJ releases a long mournful scream as tears stream from his face. Brian is stunned to see men at ringside openly sobbing at the agony he is forcing on the helpless athlete in his killer grip. Maybe, he thinks, this has gone far enough for now.
While AJ screams his throat raw, Brian releases his grip allowing the stud’s legs to flop on the canvas, his massive leg muscles twitching from pain. Gripping AJ’s head, he pulls his man’s upper body from the canvas dropping behind him and wrapping his right leg around AJ’s bull neck. Locking his leg in his left leg he secures his hold.
“PLEASE! PLEASE NO! NO MORE! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! PLEASE, MAN! I GIVE UP! I GIVE! I GIIIIIVVVVEE!” AJ’s words fall on deaf ears as Brian begins to flex his legs. Even AJ’s powerful neck muscles are no match against the strength in Brian’s legs. AJ’s face begins to turn red as he tries desperately to fight against the power. It is not be long before the big stud’s begging is reduced to mere sputters. His once handsome face is nearly purple as bubbles begin to appear from his lips. AJ’s magnificently muscled body lays limp and motionless on the canvas as the crowd, fearing death is imminent, begins to storm the ring.
Fearing for his own life, Brian releases his killer hold allowing AJ’s unconscious form to crash unceremoniously to the canvas. Brian drops to one knee holding his other less than an inch from AJ’s throat, “Get back, Ass-holes” he screams to the men in the ring, “Get out of the ring or I’ll kill this bastard, and you know I will!” The angry mob stops in their tracks and considers the turn of events. One by one they turn and leave the ring.
At long last The Bomber stands confident in the middle of the ring and motions for the mike. Slowly the gang begins to quiet. “Listen, Ass-holes. You came here to see me get my ass kicked but once again I’ve proven that even a big muscleman like this will fall to my feet! Unless you want me to kick YOUR ass too, you’ll stay the hell out of the ring and let me do my job! Now make way and let’s get some medics in here for this helpless sap!
As if on cue a pair of medics advance down the aisle. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope they immediately check the pulse and respiration of the unconscious athlete on the canvas. The men work on AJ for a few minutes before the larger of the two pulls something from his medical bag. Gripping AJ’s substantial arm in what resembles an arm bar the medic administers an injection. In a very few seconds AJ begins to show signs of movement, very painful movement.
The crowd cheers as they see the big hunk coming around but seem a little confused as the medic tosses his hypodermic into the bag and both men grab an arm pulling their baddy beaten patient to his feet. It is clear that AJ is unable to stay on his feet by himself and the larger of the two medics grips his arms around AJ’s chest in what almost looks like a bear hug.
The crowd’s attention gradually turns from the battered athlete to the medics themselves. Even in their medical whites it is hard not to notice that both of these men are in damn good condition themselves, the smaller being about AJ’s height and weight while the larger looks even taller than Brian with a pair of guns that easily rival those of AJ.
The beaten muscle-stud is struggling to breathe as the smaller medic jumps outside the ring and the bigger man carries AJ to the corner. It looks like they are going to take him away in an ambulance or something but as the pair nears the corner the medic stuns those at ringside by slamming AJ’s back into the turnbuckle. In one fluid motion he flips the muscleman’s beefy arms over the ropes while the other man grips AJ’s wrists and drops to the floor pulling the hunk’s body solidly into the corner.
The biggest medic steps before his ‘patient’ and starts slapping AJ around, jolting the big stud back into consciousness. His massive arms too weak to resist, the muscleman awakes to find himself locked up hard in the corner with some big ape in white slapping him around until he reopens AJ’s split lip splattering droplets of blood around the area and down AJ’s well-muscled chest.
“What the F**K!” AJ exclaims as he desperately tries to make sense of the goings on.
“Relax.” The big muscular medic smiles as he stands back and examines the powerful stud before him. “We’re just making sure you’re alright and in some kind of condition to take care of yourself in the second fall. You’ve got a damn fine body, Kid.” The medic runs his right fist down AJ’s once unbreakable abs. The stud’s washboard muscles still make an incredible impression. “Great rack of abs, Stud. Maybe you’ll give me a chance at those one day, but one fight at time, HUH? I’ve given you a shot of Adrenalin to help bring you around. You’re one strong looking dude, I hope you’ll stand up and give that punk what’s coming to him. You better not give bodybuilders a bad name or you’ll answer to ME!” The big man grips one mighty hand behind AJ’s head gently tapping his jaw with a right fist. He nods and the man behind releases the he-man’s arms letting them flop helplessly against the ropes, the only thing holding the battered stud upright.
The big medic steps to the middle of the ring and motions for the mike. “We’ve checked this man over and determined he is in good enough condition to fight. The second fall starts NOW!” Then with a big smile he adds, “We’ll be in back if you need us.”
Everyone in the crowd is shocked and stunned that anyone would think this excuse for a fight could continue. AJ’s muscular body has already been exposed to a beating the likes of which has never been seen in this ring! How can ANYONE think this pure physical abuse could continue?
The powerfully built medic slips out of the ring and the two disappear into the crowd as Brian approaches his muscle-bound opponent. While AJ hangs helplessly on the ropes, The Bomber flexes his little muscles going through a series of bodybuilder type poses before stepping within range of his weakened adversary.
AJ looks Brian in the eye and tries to talk some sense into him, “Come on, Man. I’m beat. I can’t fight YOU!” AJ is nearly pleading but Brian only laughs.
“I know you can’t fight ME! You never could! Look at you!” Brian takes a quick inventory of the damage he enjoyed inflicting so much. “Your big muscular arms are so weak you can’t even lift them and your mighty biceps are so soft they won’t even flex! Your pecs are mushy and only hang on your chest. Your pride and joy washboard abs are not NEARLY as unbreakable as you THOUGHT and those tree trunk legs crumbled in no time. Shit! They won’t even hold you up!”
“You know, Big Stud. I made one big mistake tonight!” AJ looks up at Brian as he continues flexing in triumph, “I said I was sorry I had to bust you up and make an example out of you. You know what? I learned I’m not sorry at all. I enjoy hearing you scream in pain. I really get off hearing you beg and plead in total submission to my overwhelming POWER! I WANT to hurt you and I want to hurt you BAD! The ONLY thing I’m really sorry about is that you don’t have enough muscle to make this thing last for THREE falls. Well, I’ll just have to enjoy whatever is left!”
Brian fires a hard right fist to AJ’s jaw, followed quickly by a solid left and another right. The muscleman’s head snaps back and forth so hard that his thick neck muscles are the only reason it didn’t break. The Bomber presses the hunk’s head back to see AJ’s eyes spinning aimlessly in every direction. Taking a boxer’s stance, Brian begins pounding his fists into AJ’s perfect looking abs causing the muscleman’s frame to shake violently with each powerful impact. The stud’s ‘unbreakable’ abs are no longer able to provide protection allowing each punch to drive deeper and deeper into his helpless body.
In no time, The Bomber picks up where he left off. In the first fall AJ was not allowed to fight back, now in the second fall he is UNABLE to defend himself as Brian tries to think of what he can do to the big man next.
Reaching between the he-man’s legs and across his broad shoulders, Brian uses every ounce of strength in his body to lift the beaten athlete from the corner then spin and drop AJ across his knee. “AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!” is the only sound the hunk can make as his buff body bends painfully from the force of the move. Brian grips the stud’s neck and knee adding even more pressure until AJ is sure his battered back will break.
“Nooooooooo! Please, no more! I give. I give up! Nooooooo Moooooore!” Only a few minutes into the second fall and the muscleman is already begging for mercy. AJ should have known that mercy is a word not found in Brian’s dictionary! “Shit, Man!” Brian screams down at the weakened warrior, “It’s EARLY! You don’t expect me to quit NOW, do you?”
“Please, Brian. It’s over. I can’t take any more. PLEASE! Please accept my submission. YOU WIN! Let me go, please?” AJ begs shamelessly, desperately hoping to end that battle before any serious physical damage is done! AJ’s pleas fall on deaf ears.
Rolling AJ off his knee, Brian pulls the muscleman to his feet then wraps one leg around AJ’s while securing his neck with the opposite arm. Brian leans back locking the he-man in a painful abdominal stretch! “I watched this on TV and always wanted to try it. It looks painful! How does it feel?”
Brian is not a man known for his wrestling prowess but today will be different. “AAARRGHHHH! AAACCCCHHHHH! UUUUGGGHHHHH!” AJ’s broken-down stomach muscles do nothing to slow down Brian’s crushing grip. “Please! NOOOO! I BEG YOU, MAN! NOOO! MORE! I CAN’T TAKE IT. PLEASE!” Brian unleashes a painful slap across AJ’s rippling midsection but the big hunk is already begging.
Brian releases the painful hold only to reach down and lift AJ’s battered body again. Spinning and turning AJ’s head down Brian powers the stud’s brawny back into the top turnbuckle allowing the he-man to crumple in a pile at his feet. Gripping the ropes, Brian begins driving kick after painful kick into AJ’s gut.
His massive arms barely working, AJ desperately fights to defend himself and stop the damage. As the next kick comes in AJ flops his big right arm across trapping Brian’s foot. Completely by accident when he collapsed in the corner one of AJ’s legs has landed behind Brian’s other foot. As he steps back to pull his trapped foot free, Brian trips and falls to the canvas. The move brings every man in the place to his feet but it looks a lot more like an offensive move that it really is. When Brian falls, his foot twists into AJ’s arm allowing him to pull his other arm around and form a grip.
Unplanned and totally out of reflex the muscleman leans into an ankle lock while Brian struggles unwittingly to break free having no idea how much trouble he is in. As the pain settles in The Bomber finds out too late that AJ is not completely out of this fight. AJ’s wrestling prowess far exceeds that of his attacker and even though his powerful muscles are barely responding the muscleman knows enough to allow his bodyweight to lean forward and supply the necessary pressure. There are only two known ways for a man to escape this hold when it is properly applied, submission or a broken ankle.
Even though AJ is exhausted and every inch of his amazing body is in pain, the he-man feels a small glow of joy that for once he is be able to deliver some agony to this egotistical punk. Just as Brian begins to scream AJ is just barely able to flex his right biceps, not much but just enough to add to The Bomber’s agony. Brian hurts too much to think about how much more (or little) AJ can deliver. At this point he doesn’t care. Brian can only lay face-down on the canvas and pound his fists in pain and frustration. His submission follows quickly, “I give. AAAARRGGHH! I give. Come on, Dude! I give up. Let me go, I give.” Still not fully aware of where he is or even what he is doing, AJ releases his grip out of reflex without thinking about what is to come.
The bar owner steps in the ring as Brian hobbles away nursing his nearly broken ankle and AJ slumps in the corner, gratified that he has at least proven he is back in this fight. “One fall each!” the announcer proclaims sounding just as astonished as everyone else in the room. “The third and deciding fall begins in three minutes. I don’t expect anyone will be leaving early!” The comment gains a big laugh from everyone except the two fighters glaring across the ring at one another.
The fastest three minutes in AJ’s young life flash by in a heartbeat. As the owner takes his place in the middle of the ring Brian is walking off the damage and looking like he wants to kill someone. The muscleman is still on his ass in the corner desperately trying to get his arms and legs to work enough to pull himself up.
“This is IT! The most astounding battle in the history of this club is about to be decided in the third and final fall. Men! Go at it, the ring is ALL YOURS!” The owner quickly steps between the second and top ropes clearing a path between the two gladiators.
AJ shocks both Brian and the spectators by making it to his feet. Gripping the top rope for badly needed support, the buff looking hunk stretches and shakes his massive tree-trunk legs, his powerful thighs flopping back and forth before jumping to life in a powerful flex. If Brian has done much damage to those babies, they sure don’t show it. AJ’s legs resemble two towers of solid power. The he-man’s abs flex in and out desperately working to pump life-giving oxygen into the stud’s fortress of a chest.
The Bomber stops in the center of the ring watching the display of flexing muscles with a look of surprise and maybe some fear in his eyes. With AJ’s powerful legs regaining their feeling and control the muscular hunk can once again stand free of external support. Releasing his grip on the top rope the he-man begins to swing his massive arms to the front and back working hard to get some feeling back into his powerful muscles. AJ knows down deep inside that his once magnificently muscled body has been taken to the breaking point. His strength has been drained by Brian’s vicious attack leaving him badly weakened. If he is to pull out a win, he can’t let his opponent know how powerless he really is. AJ will have to depend on his superior wrestling ability to control Brian and wear him down. AJ looks dangerous with all his muscles flexing across the ring but looks are not going to mean much if the battle turns to power holds. The big question is, can he psych Brian out enough to avoid another full-on power blitz?
Not a man in the place is in his seat in fact many are ON their seats, screaming like crazy for the two combatants to mix it up. AJ’s massive muscles seem to grow with each flex while Brian creeps cautiously closer not wanting to telegraph his next move.
In a heartbeat Brian lunges forward connecting with a solid right fist to AJ’s jaw snapping the stud’s head sharply to the side but instead of following up Brian quickly retreats out of range. Normally he would dig in and pound his man, but not one man there would question his wisdom. AJ looks like the punch has been wasted as he licks a small trickle of blood from the corner of this mouth his eyes now sparkling with the look of fierce determination.
Suddenly, AJ’s fighting form takes on the appearance of a heavily muscled fighting machine. His massive shoulders hunch slightly forward, his powerful body bent at the waist and those incredible guns cocked and loaded, the muscleman slowly begins to advance. For the first time in this fight the he-man is on the offensive, slowly and progressively moving forward, cutting off the ring, depriving his prey of escape.
A chill flashes up and down his spine as the vision of that dangerous mass of muscle grows larger and larger. With each step AJ affords Brian less and less room to operate. Brian’s brain is racing as he fights the urge to panic. All his plans and strategy have flown out the window. The fighter desperately needs an idea but nothing is coming to mind except to use his superior speed to stay out of range of AJ’s massive arms! Ever so slowly, AJ moves closer and just as he seems to get Brian where he wants him the guy rabbits away.
With each passing moment AJ is growing stronger and stronger as his ability to use his powerful muscles slowly returns. He knows this fight will come down to two simple questions: Will Brian keep running long enough for AJ to regain sufficient strength to actually fight the guy? Or will Brian ignore the vision of power before him and stop to think about how badly he’s worked over AJ then finish his demolition job on those mighty muscles taking his own sweet time to relish in the muscleman’s total destruction?
AJ takes his time stalking his prey. The man is walking a fine line attempting to bluff his opponent into thinking that he has recovered a lot more than he has. It is very clear that AJ’s over-confidence has reached up and bit him in the ass.
The muscleman had firmly believed that his buff 215-pound bodybuilder physique was more than powerful enough to withstand being in the ring with a tough 195-pound NHB fighter and allowed himself to get suckered into a handicap match in which he agreed he wouldn’t fight back during the first fall. At first it seemed he was right, Brian hit the muscleman with everything he had but was unable to hurt the stud, that is until the kid got him down on the mat and opened up trashing his rugged muscles from head to toe.
It was only blind luck and the kid’s inexperience that allowed AJ to steal a win in the second fall. Gaining a painful submission from the tough NHB fighter put the fear of God in the boy and made him think that AJ had recovered a great deal more than he really had. AJ’s incredible body looks dangerous as he stalks his prey around the ring but in reality, every muscle in his body is screaming in agony. AJ knows his only chance is to fake the less experienced fighter into thinking that AJ’s muscular body is back at full power and ready to crush the dude into dust.
AJ works hard to mask the pain he experiences with every little move. His legs are working fairly well but his knees are badly torn up from Brian’s torture hold. The powerful muscleman had never experienced pain like that before and the kid just kept pouring on the pressure nearly destroying the bodybuilder’s legs. It is a wonder they work at all!
The damage to AJ’s legs is nothing compared to the muscle-crushing attack the kid delivered repeatedly to his massive upper body. Brian’s knee drops were terribly effective and his devastating attacks have rendered AJ’s muscular upper arms and shoulders nearly inoperable. It is everything the stud can do just to raise his clenched fists and appear to be ready to attack his opponent. With each passing moment AJ’s once powerful body regains just a little more of his amazing strength but Brian has done an incredible job on the big man’s biceps. They may look massive and powerful but in fact are so badly damaged that true recovery may take weeks.
AJ’s balls are still erupting in mind-numbing pain leaving his lower abdominals feeling like a gaping open hole. The muscleman’s stomach muscles had been his finest asset, holding up like armor plating through battle after battle. Brian’s bombardment has left AJ’s cast iron abs broken and weak just like his pecs, lats and especially his shoulders.
AJ fully realizes that his only chance for survival is to play on Brian’s fear. If the kid gets even the slightest hint that the muscleman still has a weakness he will open up and destroy the big hunk for good. AJ will stalk his man hoping like hell that he doesn’t catch him soon. If luck is on his side, he might be able to intimidate this jerk-off into leaving the ring and running for home. After the beating he’s given AJ, just imagine what a man with AJ’s muscular body would do to HIM!
Meanwhile, Brian is bouncing around the ring doing everything in his power to stay away from the muscular stud chasing him down. From Brian’s perspective he is in the ring with little less than the Incredible Hulk! Every part of his opponent’s magnificent body is armor plated with thick, massive muscle. Brian has unloaded on this dude with everything he has and yet the man is on his feet looking every bit as strong as ever. The kid had one fall to mess this dude up as bad as he could and he had taken every measure known to do exactly that but even after the total trashing, AJ is on his feet chasing the kid down. What is it going to take to stop this guy, Kryptonite? Damn!
Once more the kid lunges in delivering a hard right to the jaw of the big man snapping AJ’s head to the side and just as before the muscular stud just smiles back and glares at the dude while advancing ever closer. One look into AJ’s fierce eyes and Brian is on his bicycle gaining as much distance as possible. AJ is so intimidating that the kid hasn’t noticed the stud doesn’t even try to block his punches. A little more experience would teach Brian to watch his man’s reactions. He should notice how slowly his man moves and while those big leg muscles flex menacingly the man’s movements are stiff and deliberate. AJ’s sinister smile hides the pain and strain that it takes for him to even move!
The cat and mouse game continues as AJ so very slowly starts to overcome the burning pain in his powerful shoulder muscles but with each unblocked punch Brian becomes a little braver. Brian throws another punch and again AJ fails to retaliate. This time Brian stays in a little closer, but still there is no sign of a punch from the big stud.
Having no other plan in mind, Brian goes with what is working and fires another right hand toward AJ’s head. No man LIKES to stand there and let someone punch him in the head and AJ is no exception. This time Brian carelessly telegraphs his punch and AJ tries desperately to block it. The muscleman is barely able to move his big arm up in time and Brian’s punch lands solidly on AJ’s massive left biceps. “UUH” AJ grunts as pain rips through his upper arm. The sound is not lost on Brian. The kid immediately notices the softness of AJ’s crushed muscle and begins to grin. The muscleman may look like an impenetrable tower of strength but he CAN be HURT! In a heartbeat Brian reloads and drives his bare-knuckled fist to AJ’s left biceps again. “AAGHH!” the big man groans revealing the extent of damage done to his mushy muscle. AJ backs up as Brian takes the offensive and the hunter becomes the hunted.
Using his superior quickness, Brian attacks with a solid left hook to AJ’s big right arm. “AAAGHH” the big stud moans as a new level of pain nearly drops him to the canvas. Brian cannot help but laugh out loud at the sight of the mighty he-man crumbling before him while AJ can barely maintain his footing. Brian feels no resistance at all from AJ’s once solid muscles but the crowd at ringside has yet to figure out what is going on. With only a couple of punches being thrown, all of sudden both fighters are just standing in the middle of the ring.
Brian plants his hands on the mountainous delt muscles capping AJ’s broad shoulders, “I got to hand it to you man. You’re really good! I couldn’t figure out why you didn’t open up with those big muscles and crush me into oblivion! Now I know…..BECAUSE YOU CAN’T! You bastard, you had me scared shitless. Damn! I’m gonna remember this!”
The guys at ringside stand motionless confused at the strange turn of events. This has been a fight like none other and it just keeps getting stranger. The crowd is astounded when The Bomber turns his back on his heavily muscled foe and kneels on one knee in the middle of the ring motioning for the mike while AJ stands stone faced looking on.
Brian bows his head and speaks, “Oh God! I THANK you for the beating this man is about to receive. I trust you will give me the power and wisdom to do this job really right and dismantle this muscleman in a matter befitting my skill and stature. AMEN!”
The Bomber stands and begins flexing his body as best he can, considering what he has to work with, and puts the fans on notice, “Alright, you idiots. You’ve given me enough shit for one night. NOW you are going to see a master at work. I am going to take this mighty muscleman apart, piece by piece. You will witness the kind of destruction never before seen in this ring or any other. While you watch this man twitch, strain and scream in agony I want you to remember …. YOU brought this on!”
Brian releases the mike and turns to face the massive bodybuilder, still amazed and impressed at AJ’s dynamic physique. “Shit, Man. You still look great! That super body is intimidating as hell. I can’t believe I’m going to get another chance to beat the hell out of you, one time when you wouldn’t fight back and now one more time when you CAN’T fight back. I got to tell you, Stud. I just must be living right!”
Brian takes one step back, still laughing like a kid at Christmas. The Bomber slowly raises his right arm out before him his fingers spread wide, an open invitation to a test of strength! AJ will have to accept or look like a complete wus and never live it down. He had not planning on fighting much more after this but showing himself to be a weakling and a coward is no way to finish his run. With every muscle screaming in pain, AJ ever so slowly stretches his left arm up to meet his opponent.
Their hands meet and Brian closes his grip as tightly as he can on AJ’s thickly muscled hand. The Bomber looks to be in complete control as both men raise their other arms and lock grips. Brian cannot help his ear-to-ear smile while AJ’s eyes are already watering from the pain. “AAAGGHHH” Brian doesn’t even have to muscle down, he simply presses AJ’s big arms back and the muscleman is already groaning in agony. “Damn, Dude. This is going to be so much FUN!”
While many of the major muscles in AJ’s powerful body have been badly worked over, his forearms, wrists and hands have been largely untouched. As Brian moves to demonstrate his power by going over the top, he meets a pair of unmovable arms. Brian presses again and again but AJ’s forearms hold strong, in fact AJ crushes down with his powerful hands and starts crushing Brian’s grip. The Bomber’s big smile fades fast until he remembers that HE is in the driver’s seat now and slams his chest into AJ pressing the muscleman’s arms behind his back causing excruciating pain in the big man’s shoulders.
AJ is overcome by the agony erupting in his trashed shoulders. His powerful legs give out and the he-man is driven to one knee. The men at ringside are stunned to see a man with AJ’s powerful body being manhandled by a 195-pounder like Brian. Tears begin streaming down his face as AJ writhes in agony. “AAARRGHHH” the big man screams as he strains against Brian’s weight bearing down.
Brian breaks his grip, pulls AJ up by the head and forces the big stud into the corner. Flipping his useless guns over the top ropes AJ begins powering fist after fist into the muscleman’s broken-down abdominals. The hunk’s abs look great but Brian has caused severe damage deep inside. “OOOF! OOOOGHH! AAAGHHH!” Each powerful fist drives both air and resistance out of the muscular stud.
After a few minutes of unanswered fists relentlessly pounding AJ’s helpless body, Brian steps back allowing the muscleman to drop to his knees. Stepping behind his man, The Bomber locks both hands across AJ’s right shoulder muscle and digs in for all he is worth. Normally, a claw hold from a man Brian’s size and shape would be no big deal, but after the muscle pounding his body has already taken, even Brian’s grip gets the stud’s attention.
AJ struggles to flex his thick shoulder muscles against the invading force bearing down but Brian’s attack has already done its damage. The big man’s arms hang limply at his sides helpless while Brian’s fingers dig deeper and deeper into the damaged muscle. With his opponent forcing him closer and closer toward full submission, in painful desperation AJ swings his arm back, his elbow meeting with Brian’s crotch.
Gripping even harder into AJ’s muscles, Brain steps back to avoid another blow only to place himself within perfect range for another elbow. While not remotely close to the power AJ would normally deliver, the second blow strikes with enough force to cause Brian to break the hold and move out of range.
Not nearly as hurt as AJ had hoped, Brian launches forward with a front kick knocking the stud to his back on the canvas. AJ is badly stunned from the kick and totally unprepared for Brian’s double knee drop to the man’s gut, not that there was anything his battered ab muscles could have done to protect him.
“AAARRGHH!” AJ screams in agony as The Bomber’s knees drive nearly to the canvas. Proud of his achievement Brian grips then lifts AJ’s legs preparing for a crab hold. He’d seen this hold on TV many times and now would be as good of time as any to see just how much pain he could deliver. As Brian steps forward to secure his grip AJ forces his powerful legs forward locking his granite thighs around Brian’s waist!
The bodybuilder’s massive leg muscles swell to amazing size as Brian begins pounding his fists against solid muscle. AJ doesn’t even notice the pounding and crushes down with even more power. In desperation Brian drives his fist between AJ’s legs but quickly pulls it back in pain, his fist having smashed into AJ’s fist instead! While Brian resumes smashing his fists into unyielding muscle, the bodybuilder grins back and flexes his massive quads again. The Bomber struggles helplessly, attempting to push or pull AJ’s thickly muscled legs apart but is unable to do anything to reduce the crushing power.
“UUUGHHH! OOOOOOFFF! SHHHIIIIITTTTTT!” With every passing second the fighter is becoming weaker and weaker until AJ locks his massive legs again and Brian crumbles to the canvas. As he falls, his body twists in AJ’s grip allowing one knee to locate in the solar plexus and the other resting firmly against his spine. As AJ crushes down again, all remaining air explodes from Brian’s body.
The muscleman leans forward taunting his taller foe. “Training, Stud. I told you it’s all in the training. There is no way in hell your wimpy abs can hold up against my legs! Take a deep breath, Sucker! Cuz’ it’s going to be your last, for a very long time!”
AJ locks his massive legs and Brian’s abdominals fail completely! Brian’s arms wave helplessly in the air flopping every which way in agony while he struggles for each breath. What little air he is able to capture is easily forced from his body by AJ’s next fearsome squeeze. It is not long before Brian’s movements become little more than random flexes and twitches as the fighter’s face turns beet red. Brian’s mouth opens wide but no air is moving.
Seeing no motion and no resistance from one of the fighters, the club owner returns to the ring lifting Brian’s arm three times and each time letting it flop limply to the canvas. Smiling broadly, he taps AJ’s shoulder “It’s over, Stud!” is all he says as he reaches a hand down AJ. The muscleman releases his unconscious foe allowing the owner to help him to his feet while trying hard not to show how much he needs it. The crowd goes absolutely ballistic!
After basking in the limelight for a few moments and gaining his wind, AJ reaches down and slaps Brian until he starts to come around. “It’s all over, Buddy!” he exclaims as he and the owner help Brian to his feet.
“This has been the greatest battle we have ever seen!” the owner shouts into the mike, “If you like this, keep coming back and see what happens next week!” The two exhausted fighters stand side by side with AJ’s big arm across Brian’s shoulder, his hand gripping the taller man’s shoulder muscle tightly. He doesn’t want it to show, but AJ is in such bad shape he needs someone for support.
Brian looks over at the muscleman, disgusted with the painful turn of events, “I should have taken you. I could take you NOW!”
“Yeah.” AJ laughs, “You might be right! But you’ve already lost the match. It would make no difference; you are left with a 6 and 6 record rather than the 7 and 5 you could have had. But before you get some wild-ass idea in you empty little head, consider that before you could make a move I will crush your little trap muscle into mush with enough pain to cripple your useless body and if I desire I have enough power to rip that muscle clear out of your body. Think of the impression THAT would make on this crowd! How about it, Scooter? Do you really want me to demonstrate?”
Brian considers AJ’s words and wonders if the man could actually do what he says. The Bomber only mutters “Ass-hole!” causing to AJ laugh out loud. The strain on his abs caused by laughing nearly cripples the muscular hunk. “Let’s get to the locker room. I want to talk to you.” AJ smiles as he grips harder on Brian’s shoulder for support.
Brian replies angrily, “I got nothin’ to say to you!”
“We’ll see. We’ll see.” AJ grins as the two slowly make their way out of the ring and up the aisle. As they work through the crowd both men are inundated with slaps on the back and congratulations. “The most incredible thing I’ve ever seen!” one man yells.
Back in the relative peace of the locker room, AJ nearly collapses on a chair as Brian turns to face him in frustration, “I could still take you out right now!” he screams but AJ can only painfully laugh.
“Listen, Kid. You could have beaten me if you had been stronger and more experienced. You did a great job of working me over, far better than any man I’ve ever fought, but you made some critical mistakes. When you have a man beat, especially a competitive athlete with far more than enough skill and power to take you out, you NEVER leave anything for granted. If you were smart you would have taken out my leg muscles and destroyed my forearms. A smart fighter would take away my ability to fight back and deprive me of any form of defense. With all major muscle groups gone you would have the time and ability to work me over in any way you saw fit without any concern of retaliation. But you didn’t. You just had to screw around with holds you don’t know.”
Brian considers AJ’s observation but the door swings open before he can comment. The owner walks in with an ear to ear grin. “Guys! That was amazing! Freaking amazing! Do you know I’ve sold more beer in one night than any day in this club’s history? I was going to drop these fights from lack of interest, except that I enjoy them so much myself. I used to do this too! Did you know that?” The guy went on before either man could answer.
“We’ve got guys out there taking about getting a ton of other fighters in here, their brothers, cousins, kids, old teammates, co-workers, freaking everybody. This thing is going to explode, thanks to you guys!” The owner slaps AJ on his thickly muscled shoulder, “Stud, here’s the best 100 bucks I’ve ever spent in my life!” Then in a surprise to both men, he lays a pile of cash on the chair between them, “And to show my appreciation to you both for breathing new life into this place, here’s another $400 bucks! You guys divide it up as you see fit. God, you guys were great!!!” The owner turns and leaves the two men alone staring at the pile of money.
Finally Brian speaks with a gleam in his eye, “I say we arm wrestle for it.”
AJ only chuckles, “Shit Man, we’ll split it 50/50!” As he looks up at the taller man above him, AJ continues, “Listen, man. I think we ought to train together. OK, so you’ve got a lousy six and six record after tonight and I’m betting your six wins were against some pretty wimpy fighters, but DUDE, you fight like a damn mercenary! Sure, I was stupid and gave you the first round to work me over, but shit! I have never had a man open up on me like you did! If you hadn’t stopped to play your stupid fun and games and try wrestling holds you didn’t know, you COULD have kicked my ass! Just imagine how well you would do with some real wrestling training and another 20 or 30 pounds of solid muscle? Shit, Man you’d be freaking dangerous. I’ll train you to be a stronger and better fighter and you teach me about being a mean-ass bastard in the ring!”
Suddenly, AJ captures Brian’s undivided attention, “And think about this. They broke loose with some good money tonight. They know that fights like ours will pack this place. Just how much do you think they’ll pay for a rematch? Picture yourself with a better body and a much-improved win streak going up against me again? And by the way, no more of that handicap bull-shit. When you fight me again, you’re going to have to be up for it.”
“Another shot at you?” Brian considers the thought out loud, “And we train together? Like we set this up?”
“Well, yes we train together, but at fight time it’s all real.” All of a sudden AJ has a renewed interest in his fighting career. “I can make you into a kick-ass fighter, Dude! Someone good enough to make me want to fight again!”
Brian rubs his jaw in thought as AJ goes on, “Check it out, Man. If you train hard enough and get good enough to give me a run for my money in a rematch or two, THEN we talk about tag team!”
Brian is hooked!
This match really keeps you on your toes. I had no idea who was going to win until the very end
ReplyDeleteGymdude is excellent at doing the unexpected. His stories always seem to take a left turn somewhere. That's why we LOVE him!!
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