Wrestle-Mania

 

Wrestle-Mania

by

Gym Dude

Rick Stevens or as he is also known, 'Rock Hard Rick', is about the closest thing to a 'work of art' you'll ever find on two legs. This kid, or MAN to be more precise, is what most people consider "perfect", that is if you're not counting personality. As sometimes happens when things come your way too easily, they don't get appreciated. Rick is a perfect example. Hi

From the time he started grade school, Rick was aware that he was different from the other kids. It wasn't just that he was among the tallest of his class or that he was really good at sports, even from the time he was little Rick has been drop-dead handsome. Not cute or pretty but outright handsome. His deep-set sky-blue eyes would sparkle when he was up to something, which was most of the time. His sun-washed blond hair and the fact that he could damn near tan from being near a light bulb combined to provide a rugged outdoors look, admired by all those who came near.  

To make matters worse (?) he was strong, even as a kid he was easily the strongest kid in his class. He was into weightlifting by the time he was ten and was one of those guys who barely had to look at a barbell and muscles started jumping out everywhere. When the rest of the guys in his class were doing a few dozen sit-ups and a couple of pull-ups, Rick could seemingly do them all day and loved the attention he got when he did them.

Rick was easily Mr. Popular and captain of everything. Everyone around him was eager to give him whatever he wanted, more to gain his favor than because they feared what would happen if they didn't. Not that fear wasn't one of his tools, but it was a side Rick never showed in public. On the rare occasion that some kid needed to have his awareness heightened, Rick would handle it privately in the woods behind the park. He never mentioned it and neither did the other kid, who would have believed him anyhow?

Rick's high school days were pretty much the same.  Starting his freshman year at 5'11" there were a few upper classmen who tried to give him shit, but his 198 pounds of solid beef soon corrected any misconceptions. It wasn't long before Rick pretty much owned the weight room. He was the first sophomore to captain the varsity football team and took the state title in wrestling for three straight years.  

College was pretty much a replay of high school, the kid was living in a perfect world and everyone adored him, but a perfect world gets boring when everything is easy. It was during college that a bunch of buddies hauled him off to an underground wrestling match across town and Rick finally found something that interested him. He watched a bunch of well-conditioned fighters going at it and getting paid for beating up some other guy, well at least the winner got paid and that was all Rick was interested in since certainly HE would never have to worry about losing!

Wrestling in the Southern States League would disqualify him from competition in college so the kid had to be content to just watch the matches, but he carefully outlined every move. He memorized the tactics of every fighter especially what worked for them and what their opponents were able to do in return. Before long the kid knew the strength and weakness of every combatant and had won a ton of money betting on the outcome of the matches. The kid never missed picking a winner.

After graduation while all the other guys were scouting for jobs, Rick headed straight to the league office and turned in his application. A husky, gruff looking dude with cauliflower ears looked the kid up and down. By this point Rick stood nearly 6'3" and his lean body carried a solid 238 pounds.

"Take off your shirt, Boy" the man instructed and Rick complied. Actually, he was always looking for a chance to take off his shirt anyhow. Before the seasoned wrestler stood a young stud with movie star good looks on top of a bodybuilder physique of impressive powerful muscles and virtually no body fat.

 "You know how to fight?" the older man asked while looking over the application before him.

"I can kick YOUR ass, if that's what you want to know." The kid replied.

The older man laughed, "Yeah. A lot of smart-ass kids say shit like that." He pressed a button on his desk and barked, "Send Mike in here!" It wasn't more than a few seconds before a very well-muscled stud of about 27 filled the doorway. Without even looking up, the older man barked his instructions, "Take Mr. Beautiful over to the mats and see if you can make him run for home."  

The brawny athlete checked out the muscular college boy and casually instructed, "Follow me, Dude. It's Show Time." And the two left for the back of the building. Behind the office was a complete gym with ton upon ton of weights. There were wrestling mats and three complete regulation wrestling rings, one with 8 rows of bleachers surrounding three sides.

The big guy tossed Rick a pair of wrestling trunks, "These should be close enough to fit. Let's get this done." Rick entered the locker room and emerged just a moment later. The big guy was already in the center ring, stretching his powerful physique against the ropes.  Not quite five minutes had passed before the man at the desk switched on his closed-circuit TV to check out the action in the ring but there was no one in the ring. "What the fu.." He started to shout as he reached for the intercom button just as his office door nearly burst off the hinges. Rick stood with the man's heavyweight wrestler over his shoulder then unceremoniously dumped the big guy face-first on the man's desk, out cold.

"If you want to test ME, you're going to have to get bigger and tougher guys!" Rick smiled.

"I got no problem with that." the older man smiled, "Just sign here." As he placed a contract on the unconscious athlete's broad back and handed Rick a pen.

In the two years since then, the kid has worked his way up the ladder in the wrestling league, first as the handsome and popular underdog, then as the strong hard-bodied competitor and finally as an arrogant over-powering muscle-stud champion. The kid not only held the league championship title but became the first man to do it undefeated!  

The more he-men he left beaten at his feet the more he got to the point that it was not enough to just pin a man's shoulders to the mat, Rick had to prove his total physical dominance over his opponent and crush his man until he was psychologically broken. On more than a few occasions he kept up the abuse until his man was physically broken as well.

The kid proudly ran rampant through the league roster first defeating then humiliating fighter after fighter. The biggest, strongest and toughest men were unable to stand up to Rick's strength, speed and destructive technique.

The audience knew whenever the young stud's name was announced that someone was in for a royal ass kicking. In the beginning they loved to see the muscular young stud take out the older conditioned athletes but as the kid started to really enjoy destroying his opponents the crowd started to turn on him and would cheer for any man who might be able to take the ego-maniac down a few pegs.  It became tougher and tougher for the organizers because the kid was a fabulous draw. Every event was packed to standing-room-only but the audience wanted to see the arrogant muscleman beaten. Night after night they left disappointed as each opponent fell before the mighty warrior. They wanted to love the kid, but his attitude made that impossible and Rick was eating it up.  

The organizers had even gone far enough to bring in ringers from surrounding leagues but Rick was on to them from the very first man. As soon as the guy hit the ring the young stud knew he was an accomplished fighter and a really good one. The guys were always big, strong and tough. For someone who studied the art as much as Rick had, the set-up was obvious. Not knowing the man's style or strength made little difference. The competition was fun, but Rick wasn't crazy about the effort to set him up and decided to make an example of the man.  

His first set-up was a big guy. The man resembled a linebacker with thick powerful muscles. He stood as tall as Rick and outweighed him by 20 or 30 pounds.  Rather than taking his time and sizing up his opponent Rick unexpectedly opened up on the massive athlete with both barrels. As soon as the bell rang the powerful kid charged across the ring. The wrestler before him prepared to lock-up but Rick nailed the man with a full-force Savate kick to the front of his throat! The big man stopped dead in his tracks unable to breathe as the handsome young stud twisted before him with a spinning back kick driving his right foot deep into the stunned athlete's upper abs. An incredible left uppercut straightened the big man up and prepared him for a side-hand karate strike to his already damaged throat.

The rugged fighter was finished in the first minute of the fight but the kid stretched out the match for a full hour taking the bigger man to wrestling school.  Rick refused to either K.O. or pin the man and eventually when there was no sign of resistance at all, he began to extract submission after submission, none of which were accepted. Finally, the massive fighter was left helpless and sobbing in the middle of the ring like a broken-hearted school girl. Rick stood above the broken man challenging him to get up and fight but the bigger stud could hardly move.

That was still not enough. Rick was intent on making an impression on both those who set him up and any man who would follow in the man's footsteps. The muscular young stud set about to slowly destroy the athlete at his feet.

Rick had no problem lifting the broken-down fighter holding him upside down as he approached the corner.  Securing each ankle under the cross-buckle cable, he tied them there with the tag rope. The big stud tried to curl his once mighty body up to free himself but his washboard abdominals were now too weak to function. Rick took his time powering fist after fist into the stretched-out target before him. The big fighter flopped around helplessly like a fish out of water while the youngster pounded his gut with punch after punch.

At long last, Rick left the battered athlete hanging while the kid took a victory lap around the ring. At each side he would stop and flex his amazing physique while the crowd booed continuously. He couldn't help but notice that even though they were booing, when he would make eye contact most of the people would simply melt in their seats at the super-human muscleman before them.  

After showing off his magnificent body, Rick returned to the helpless fighter in the corner. The ringer was still making every effort to pull himself up and free his legs, more in an effort to escape than to try and fight back.

Rick just stood and laughed at the massive athlete's feeble attempts before driving a dozen power punches deep into the wasted fighter's gut. The big man slumped back to the mat. After laughing and degrading his helpless foe, Rick executed an elbow drop between the big man's legs. The crowd came unglued at the vicious and unnecessary attack but Rick dropped three more before untying the big stud allowing him to collapse in a heap at his feet.  

The mighty muscleman could only curl up in a ball at the feet of the over-powering kid. Rick laughed in disgust at how this big tough man was brought in to beat him and had been unable to execute a single hold or throw a single punch.  

Rick had a point. The biggest and toughest fighter they could find had been unable to even raise a hand to this handsome young kid.

Rick gripped the man's beefy arms and twisted them behind his back in a double hammerlock then as the big man screamed in pain, he lifted the dude to his feet.  Easily maintaining his grip on both wrists with one hand, the muscular kid twisted his opponent until they stood face to face. Rock-Hard Rick smiled as he looked into the man's face while the beaten stud could only return a look of abject fear. Rick's smile was disarming, but at times like this it had become fearsome! The muscular kid wrapped his massive arms around the bigger fighter's chest and gripped solidly behind his back not only crushing the big man in his bear-hug but driving his hammer-locked guns up further and further behind his back.

"How about it, Big Muscleman?" the kid asked. "You thought it would be so easy to come down here and beat up some 20-year-old kid?" Rick flexed his powerful arms and the big man wilted in his grip. "So how about it? Are we having FUN yet?" Rick flexed again as the big man screamed in his constrictive grip.

"AAAARGH! Please, Man! I can't take any more!  Please! Please let me GO!" the big man begged as tears began streaming from his eyes.

"Oh, darn!" Rock-Hard Rick falsely lamented, "I've gone and made the big tough guy cry! Let me see if I can take your mind off of that!" Rick flexed his mighty arms again, crushing his helpless victim against his immovable Rock-Hard body. The man screamed again as the crowd behind him could see his right shoulder dislocating! The big man's once powerful body jolted in uncontrollable spasms as the kid tightened his hold again cutting off the man's screams until his left shoulder began to fail.  

The big wrestler was turning pale from the pain as the young muscle-stud gripped ever tighter. His beefy opponent could only pant with his head flopped against Rick's powerful chest. "Ha! Ha! Look at the big tough man now!" Rick flexed his muscular guns again as the big man's ribs began to snap like popcorn in a pan!  "You are WEAK!" He screamed. "You have no business in the ring with a REAL man!"  

 Rick threw the broken and battered muscleman to the canvas then gripped a leg and twisted it around the other. Dropping to the mat exerting incredible force on his opponent's knees and lower legs, Rick leaned back and relaxed while the bigger man could only moan in pain. Unable to use his arms and with broken ribs restricting his breathing, the big man would not last much longer. Rick flexed his oaken thighs while his foe could only bounce and whimper. The kid took great pleasure in watching the once powerful physique of his opponent disintegrate before his muscled might.  

It wasn't long before the big man lost consciousness.  Rick cranked on the big stud a time or two until another bone snapped but the beaten fighter didn't make a move. While the crowd erupted in boos and cat calls, Rick stood proudly in the center of the ring with one foot on the broken man's chest and flexed has massive physique for his 'fans'. The kid made a fantastic impression and everyone especially the women wanted to love him, but no one could ignore the destruction he had needlessly inflicted on the helpless fighter at his feet. As the stretcher arrived at ringside, Rick lifted the unconscious fighter and easily tossed his body over the top rope to the stretcher below. There was no way the wimpy medics could support the mass and momentum of a nearly 260-pound man hitting the stretcher and both crashed loudly to the floor with both medics falling on top.

The biggest and toughest fighter in the Northern Plains League would spend the next two months in the hospital and receive seven surgeries before he would be able to walk. The big man would never wrestle again. Rick saw to it that every ringer who followed would meet with the same result. His strategy worked and before long the organizers were unable to find another ringer to fight him.  

Rick had become a first-class-asshole both in the ring and out. He enjoyed the bars in town and quickly became a local legend. He loved to casually intimidate the biggest and strongest looking men in the place, especially in front of their women. Most of the guys knew who they were facing, but occasionally some poor ignorant sap would get suckered in. If the man wouldn't respond to a challenge to fight, Rick would offer to arm wrestle. More often than not he would break the man's arm or at least crush the bones in the guy's fist. Rick was always surrounded with groupies who would egg on the intended victim, then help get the man to a hospital while Rick made time with the guy's girl. The buff young stud always found his entertainment.

Tonight, it seemed like everyone in town was ready for entertainment as once again the arena filled with spectators. As always, the crowd politely cheered or booed through all the preliminary fights, but there was no doubt, every person was in attendance for one reason only. Maybe, just maybe this would be the night that someone will be able to put Rock-Hard Rick in his place!

Tonight's opponent is a man who has spent more time in the Southern States Wrestling League than anyone else. Tony 'The Titan' Nelson is the pro's pro, tough and strong. At 6 feet in height and 230 pounds, The Titan presents a great picture, but would it be enough?  

Tony and Rick had faced one another a year ago when the kid was a much nicer guy. Their first meeting was the classic battle of youth and speed verses power and prowess. It was a long grueling match that tipped back and forth and was as close of a match up as anyone could remember, but the resilient power of youth finally came through and as the older man tired, the young athlete began to work him harder and harder eventually wearing the older hero down until he could no longer resist the kid's superior strength.  

This was really the first match to give Rick a chance to demonstrate his amazing recuperative power. As the fight wore on and on, the kid maintained his incredible strength and muscle power while the older fighter gradually broke down. It was a clean, hard fought fight but near the end it became clear that Tony was no longer a match for the heavily muscled kid.

Rick started to take it easy on the older fighter and actually began to play with him. It became obvious that Tony could no longer battle against Rick's over-powering muscle. Finally, the young man had his opponent where he wanted him in the center of the ring where the ropes could not save him.

The mighty youth forcefully pressed the older pro wrestler's massive shoulders to the mat. Tony could not fight his way out and the match was over. The handsome youth picked up his exhausted opponent and propped him up on his feet before shaking his hand and thanking him for a good fight. It was to be the last time the outcome of a battle with the young muscle stud was ever in question. It was also the night Rick discovered just how much fun he could have totally over-power another wrestler.

The two men have more than a few things in common.  Like the kid, The Titan didn't earn his reputation by accident. He also studied his opponents well in advance. Tonight's fight would be like none other in his career. The kid had beaten him fair and square in the middle of the ring in their last match-up.  

Tony had seen the kid's attitude change dramatically since their first meeting. Tony even made a point of stopping by the locker room following the first time the kid went out of his way to really destroy another fighter. Like Tony, Steamboat Simmons had been in the league a long time and was known as a tough no-nonsense competitor.  

On that particular night Steamboat was doing everything in his power to control the spunky kid but Rick was enjoying himself by allowing the older fighter to lock on his best holds, then showing off by muscling his way out then reversing the man's move and powering the hold until he forced his man to scream.  The kid would pick up his opponent then prop him up in the corner and slap him around a few times before offering to let him try some more holds. Tony was shocked at the level of humiliation this kid was able to inflict while the older fighter stood helpless before him.

After the fight, Tony stopped by the kid's locker to talk with him. The two men had developed a bond of mutual respect so maybe Tony could talk some sense into him. "Damn, Dude!" Tony exclaimed, "What the hell were you thinking out there? Kid, you've got the world by the tail if you don't screw it up. You have more pure power and greater natural talent than any man I've ever seen step into the ring. You don't need to pull the kind of shit you did tonight. Damn it!  You stripped that man of his dignity! That's totally unnecessary!"

Rick looked over at the powerful fighter standing before him, "Look here, Little Man. I'm going to cut you some slack because out of all the wimps in this league you're the only man I have some respect for.  This is the one and only time you will EVER talk to me like that! Look at this body!" Rick raised his massive arms and flexed. There was no doubt that the kid had developed a classically magnificent physique!  "I am, by far, stronger, tougher and a much better fighter than any man in this league, than any man who has EVER been in this league! Without working up a sweat, I can beat the shit out of any man, YOU included! I will do what I want, when I want, simply because I can, and I will crush ANY man to tries to stop me, YES even you! I like you, old man. Just don't ever get in my way!"

Rick reached forward as though he were going to put his arm around Tony's shoulder but instead locked on a powerful headlock. The seasoned fighter could not believe that he would let himself be suckered like that. Tony felt the kid's muscular arm flex applying crushing pressure to his skull.

"How does it feel, Old Man?" Rick asked his stunned victim. "Have you EVER felt harder muscles on a man?  You know I could easily snap your neck or flex a little harder and feel you brain disintegrate in my powerful arms."

Tony struggled with all his might, but it was painfully clear that he was unable to wrench Rick's heavily muscled arm from around his head. The seasoned fighter pounded his fists into the kid's body but could tell from the first punch that he would not have a chance. Rick was right! The kid's muscles were like steel and while the kid cinched down tighter and tighter on his 'buddy' Tony felt as though his ears were being torn from his head.

In an instant, Rick released the old pro and left Tony rubbing his ears, hoping they would still be there.  The kid flexed his massive body again, somehow knowing that Tony would not attack him, or certainly not being the least bit worried if he did. "Listen, Old Man." Rick laughed, "I'm going to let you off easy, because I like you but make no mistake about it, don't get in my way again or I'll crush you just like all the others."

Tony took one more look at the amazingly defined hunk of muscle before him, then counted his ears and turned to leave. It would be their last face-to-face meeting until tonight.  

Knowing the incredible power he would be facing tonight, Tony has spent more time in the gym than he ever had before. The signing of the contract was followed by three months of intensive training. While a seasoned pro, Tony was also keenly aware that Rick knew more about wrestling than anyone he had ever met, with the POSSIBLE exception of himself. There was clearly no man stronger or tougher than this 20-year-old kid and no wrestler had ever made it this far while remaining undefeated. Tonight, Tony has his work cut out for him.

The announcements are made and both men make their way to the ring. Tony receives cheers while Rick hears the customary boos. During the introductions each man stands in his corner. Rick smiles while flexing his massive physique seemingly without a care in the world. Tony pulls on the ropes stretching his own muscular body, wondering if his own physical destruction lies ahead.

The bell rings and the men lock up. The Titan struggles but Rock-Hard Rick takes early control. As he presses his man back to the corner, he puts his man on notice, "Get ready for some real FUN, Little Buddy." The crowd is shocked by a clean break as Rick steps back, his muscular arms held high. The Titan wastes no time, leaping forward he grips the muscleboy's leg and lifting with all his considerable might Tony dumps the massive young fighter on his back, but Rick just smiles and kicks him off with his other leg.

The match continues as the nearly equal fighters trade holds and each demonstrates his own escape maneuvers.  The battle shapes up much more gentlemanly than Rick's past matches as though the young stud wants to prove he can whip his man in a scientific match. The two men trade holds as the champion enjoys battling The Titan in a replay of their first fight. The kid knows it is only a waiting game until Tony wears down, just like last time.

Gripping Tony's arm, Rock-Hard Rick slingshots his man into the ropes and is already in the air with his drop-kick but The Titan is too much of a pro to fall for that and grips the ropes leaving Rick to crash to the canvas on his back. Tony then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee in the kid's breadbasket. His impact with the canvas takes more out of him than expected and Tony gets a slight "oooofff" from the big champion. Before Rick can recover, Tony lands with another but the champ's tightened abs prevent any further damage. "That's why they're called 'Rock-Hard'" he shouts as the champ turns to roll to his feet, but Tony anticipates the move and bouncing off the lower rope drops a leg across Rick's shoulders driving the big stud face-first into the canvas. Rick is motionless just long enough for Tony to knee-drop his hamstrings for two good licks before Rick uses his massive arms to press his powerful physique up again only to have Tony drop his full weight behind a knee to the center of the kid's broad back. Again, Rick is crushed to the canvas with another "OOOOOfffffff" forced from his lungs.  

The crowd enthusiastically endorses The Titan's attack, but they also know the big bruiser is a long way from finished. It takes Rick a little longer to press away from the canvas, but when he does Tony drops another knee between his shoulder blades and again drives the he-man hard to the canvas. Rick tries to make it to his feet only to take a hard kick to the midsection for his troubles and an elbow drop to the base of his neck that drives the man down again.

Even a massive and experienced fighter like Rick cannot handle the pounding Tony is leveling on the rugged kid but the muscleboy tries valiantly to make it to his feet. Now groggy from the numerous trips to the canvas and the constant barrage of knees and elbows to his head and shoulders, Rick makes it to his hands and knees only to feel Tony's powerful arms reach around his and lock solidly behind his neck.  Before the kid knows what is going on, The Titan lifts the massive stud off his feet and Rick is locked solidly in Tony's full nelson.  

Normally, the thick muscles in Rick's powerful upper body would shred any man's attempted full-nelson but Tony isn't ANY man. The kid's rock-hard muscles have taken quite a beating and Rick is still groggy from the pounding. Tony locks down tight and flexes his mighty canons wrenching the rugged kid's shoulders back and gaining an unexpected groan from the husky he-man. That is just what Tony wants to hear and powers his destructive hold on even tighter.

The tough champion starts to really come around and realize just what a position he is in. Rick begins to stretch and flex his powerful upper body but Tony is cranking on with more muscle than the big kid expected. Those heavy workouts for the past three months have really paid off and Rick is unable to break free! This can't be! The kid can't understand how anyone would be able to hold him. Once again, the big boy twists, strains and powerfully flexes his broad shoulders but once again his powerful opponent holds the champ captive. Tony is expending too much energy holding the massive kid in the air and slowly lowers Rick to his feet. The kid tries his best to gain some kind of leverage but Tony is sure to deprive him of any chance at help and powers down on his terrible grip again.

"AAARRGHH" the muscular champ groans and it is music to Tony's ears. The crowd has never seen this kid locked up so long by any man in fact no one since their last battle had been able to stay in the ring and fight this kid.

Tony's massive upper body is amazing as every muscular ridge and serrated edge flexes under the bright ring lights. The Titan always looked good, but tonight he is most impressive. Tony flexes again and Rick starts to show signs of crumbling. The Titan's grip has forced the muscular young stud's jaw all the way down to his thick powerful pecs and Tony is still increasing the pressure.

In a last-ditch attempt at freedom, Rick presses down mightily with both legs and forces both men back into the cross-buckle with Tony's muscular body taking both the impact of the cross-buckle and the crushing weight of Rick's massive physique. At the same moment the kid flexes with all his remaining strength and drives his big arms down. Tony is momentarily stunned from Rick's move and the kid successfully breaks free from his powerful opponent.

The kid knows he should stay in there and deliver some damage, but is primarily interested in recovering from the damage Tony has already inflicted upon him, after all time is on the side of youth and power. The mighty champ struggles forward and grips the top rope in an attempt to stretch his shoulders and get them working again.  

Unfortunately for the champ, Tony's powerful body was not nearly as damaged as the kid hoped and The Titan storms out of the corner delivering a powerful double-ax handle to the center of the boys' shoulders, right at the base of his neck. The big boy is driven to one knee by the force of the blow and before he knows it, The Titan's muscular arms are planted again under his and two powerful hands grip solidly behind his neck. Rick feels his muscular frame rip from the canvas and again his powerful shoulders feel the force of Tony's massive guns.

Rick is nowhere near ready for this. He has already used nearly all his considerable strength to escape from The Titan's fearsome grip only to be locked up again, even tighter! Tony flexes his well-muscled arms again forcing Rick's jaw down into his chest, HARD! Showing off his new muscle power, Tony grips again and Rick's broad shoulders wrench back even further. "AAAAARGHH! DAMN! I'm gonna really HURT you, Old Man!" the champ warned but Tony just laughs, "You gotta get out of this first. Let me see if your big muscles can break THIS!" Tony shouts and pours more and more power into his agonizing grip. The Titan's locked fists are turning white from the pressure and it becomes clear to all that Rick is in a world of hurt.

The amazingly powerful young stud can only groan and moan as Tony rock s the kid's big body back and forth as he administers s more and more punishment. For the first time, the audience was witnessing Rock-Hard Rick's legendary muscles begin to fail. The massive young stud flexes his massive body every way possible and yet cannot escape the pain and punishment The Titan continues to deliver. For Rick it seems like an eternity in Tony's killer grip as he helplessly stretches, flexes and strains. However, the crowd is fully appreciating every agonizing moment.  

After nearly five minutes in Tony's torturous grip the mighty muscleboy suddenly collapses to one knee, no longer with enough strength to even stand! To everyone's shock and surprise, Tony releases the boy and lets him drop. Then Rick's masterful opponent steps behind the champ and powers his right fist to the base of the muscleboy's neck then another and another. Rick is left exhausted and stunned on his knees. Everyone in attendance is going crazy as Tony reaches down and locks hard with a painful nerve-hold claw on the young fighter's shoulders. Rick's muscular arms flex hard showing his magnificent trademark definition, but his huge guns are no help to him now as the massive kid is unable to find escape from the man's fearsome grip. Rick is finally pulled to his feet and Tony again solidly locks Rick in yet another full nelson. Weak, groggy, and hurt the muscleboy is helpless in the wrestler's destructive hold.  

Realizing that his killer hold is now unbreakable, Tony takes his time punishing the broken-down fighter in his grip. While the crowd cheers at the top of their lungs The Titan forces the badly weakened champ to each side of the ring while he locks down harder and harder and the powerful kid is unable to do a thing other than moan and groan. Before putting the kid out cold Tony releases his victim and again lets his opponent fall helplessly to the canvas.  Approaching from the boy's head, Tony lifts the beaten muscleboy in an upside-down reverse bear hug and enjoys crushing the young muscular athlete with his powerful arms before dropping to one knee and smashing the boy's left shoulder to the wrestler's outstretched knee with his entire bodyweight behind it. Rick's big body erupts in pain and the champ feels as though the bones in his shoulder almost snap as his thick muscles shred from the force. The kid is in agony as Tony lifts his helpless frame and powers his shoulder across the knee again.

The big boy is left helpless but The Titan isn't done yet. He lifts the kid and drives the other shoulder to the knee for three agonizing trips. Rick's handsome well-muscled body is disintegrating and the crowd is nearly in a frenzy! Finally showing some mercy, Tony drops the young stud to the mat then lifts Rick's massive arm and pulling him to his feet, Tony slings the battered athlete into the ropes. As Rick helplessly repels off, the young stud is locked in yet another totally unavoidable full nelson! This time Tony lifts the champ off his feet allowing Rick's entire bodyweight to add to the torture. The kid is unable to resist any longer and the handsome young stud drifts into unconsciousness.

The audience cannot believe the sight of Rick's powerfully physique being defeated and so soundly!!!  But Tony is ready with a little more entertainment.  He goes to the side of the ring and retrieves a small bottle. Twisting off the lid, Tony waves it under Rick's nose and the muscular young fighter starts to come around. It does him little good, since The Titan only reapplies his full nelson causing the young he-man to begin to beg for his release but Tony is not ready for that, "Fight after fight, battle after battle, you have not only beaten fine fighters, you wouldn't stop until you had destroyed them. Well, tonight, Ass-Hole, you get YOURS!" The Titan shouts for all to hear as he begins spinning his prey in the center of the ring the force causes the kid's weight to pull outward and place more and more power into the vicious hold. Rick struggles mightily out of pure desperation, but it is useless. When Tony stops spinning, the massive champion is again unconscious; no one is sure how long he has been out.

Dropping the heavily muscled champion in a heap, Tony grabs the mike and asks for a volunteer and a number of people jump to their feet. He selects a young stud in a letterman's jacket and invites him to the ring.  The kid is more than a little leery after seeing what just happened to the last man in the ring but his buddies push and he excitedly storms to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope as though he had done this before. Standing next to the muscular pro wrestler the kid is even bigger than he first looked.  

"What's your name, Kid?" Tony booms into the mike.

"Les" the letterman responds.

Tony stands back and looks the boy up and down.  "You're a big boy, Les".  "Sometimes Les is more" the kid replies and gets a big laugh.

"And just how big are you?"  

"6'1 ½", 228 pounds!" Les proudly exclaims and the crowd whistles.

"You ARE a big boy." Tony adds, "And I notice emblems here for both wrestling and football. What position do you play?"  

"Tight End!" Les adds proudly.

"And then you cut weight for wrestling season?" Tony asked.  

"I never carry excess weight to cut. Besides I'm in the unlimited class, I never have to make weight." Les beams.

"Well, my big friend, I know both the gridiron and the mats can be tough but I have a much easier job for you tonight. I'm trying to have a wrestling match with this muscleboy and he keeps passing out. All I need you to do is wave this little bottle under his nose and help keep him awake for me. Do you think you can do that?"  

"Gotcha covered, Coach." Les replies excitedly and the crowd cheers.

Tony picks up the unconscious champion using something resembling a rear bear hug. Holding the young stud before the teen athlete, the kid waves the bottle under Rick's nose as instructed. As the powerful young fighter comes around, Tony slips his massive arms under Rick's and locks his grip behind the champ's thick neck again. The muscular fighter comes around but while the young stud fights with all his might, Tony's relentless grip is too strong for him in his weakened condition. When the mighty young horse begins to lose consciousness again, the teen athlete waves the bottle of smelling salts under his nose bringing the powerful fighter around again. This goes on for three or four times before the young athlete becomes bored with the game.

While the Titan works out on the broad shoulders of his heavily-muscled young foe, the football player steps back to the corner and slips out of his letterman's jacket. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of the young man's powerfully muscled upper body as it stretches against his bright white muscle shirt. The teenager's biceps look nearly big as those of the young pro wrestler currently getting his ass kicked!

Les confidently takes his position in front of the struggling young wrestler then in a surprise move to everyone the teen begins pounding his fists into the muscle stud's washboard abs!

The older pro loosens his terrible grip slightly while the muscular young stud moans and groans as powerful fists smash into his tight stomach muscles. Rick's muscular body is breaking down fast and in no time, he slumps in Tony's powerful hold. The older man looks startled and surprised at the unexpected development, but continues holding the handsome young athlete while the teen muscleman waves the bottle to bring Rick around again.

The beatings go on for three more rounds while the crowd goes absolutely crazy! After knocking out the muscular young wrestler with just the force of the young muscle-teen's body punches one more time, the older wrestler releases his now needless grip allowing the young champion to collapse to the mat. He reaches over and raises the powerful arm of the young football hero as a sign of victory and the young stud leans over and says something to The Titan. Tony smiles and shakes his head 'yes' then steps back.  

The kid waves the bottle under the nose of the unconscious pro athlete and as he came around, the boy reaches down and pulls off his muscle shirt revealing an incredibly developed teenage physique. The kid is not only big, but buff as hell!

The groggy fighter starts to come around having no idea what was going on around him. As he tries to stand the teen powerhouse takes position behind him and in one smooth motion his massive guns encircle the pro fighter and lock securely behind his neck. Once again, Rick's head is forced forward and his broad shoulders wrench back as his young muscular body is painfully crushed in a full nelson but this time his opponent is standing in front of him laughing! The muscular wrestling champion looks hurt, shocked and confused as the teen muscleboy powers down and slowly knocks out the big fighter in his powerful grip only to have Rick's former opponent take his place before him. Waving the bottle under Rick's his nose Tony brings him around so the teenage dynamo can flex his massive muscles and knock the big stud out again.

The crowd at ringside is going absolutely insane at the sight of a muscular high school athlete man-handling the powerful young pro wrestling champion. With the total support of all in attendance, this process goes on for six more reps before the muscular jock drops the defeated wrestler to the mat. The powerful teen reaches over and takes the small bottle from the older wrestler's hand then pours a little on his own hand and rubs it on Rick's lower lip.

Rock-Hard Rick comes around fast but this time the strong scent of the smelling salts doesn't go away.  As Rick kneels on the mat shaking his head, the young high school muscleman grips the big fighter's head and begins pulling him to his feet. The champ is really groggy and isn't sure what is going on, but begins to figure out that this isn't good. Rock-Hard Rick has enough sense to fire a series of punches into the kid's stomach. The crowd is surprised that the heavily muscled stud could fight back at this point, but soon begin to laugh as the weakened warrior's punches have no effect on the muscle teen's brick-wall abdominals.

Les bends at the waist and steps into his opponent.  In one smooth motion the young pro wrestler is pulled up and finds himself stretched across the kid's broad powerful shoulders. Gripping one hand on the big stud's knee and the hand soaked in smelling salts across his jaw, the powerful muscle teen begins to slowly flex the thick muscles in his amazing body and as he does, the helpless fighter begins to struggle against the force. With all his powerful muscles the badly beaten fighter cannot resist the power of the amazing teen.

Rick's muscular frame begins to crumble under the incredible force as the teen football hero turns and carries his prey to each side of the ring. The crowd has never seen anything like it! They are on their seats screaming as the once domineering young champ is forced to scream his submission over and over. The teen muscleboy ignores Rick's pleas for mercy and returns to the center of the ring. Tony runs his hand slowly down the jock's rippling abdominals then smiles to the audience and nods his head in a clear sign that he appreciates the conditioning and power of the amazing teenage muscleman.

The kid can't help but flex his massive arms and shoulders over and over for the crowd while the once powerful young pro wrestler continues screaming in agony from Les' fearsome grip. The wasted athlete begins to fade into unconsciousness time after time but the heavy dose of smelling salts held against his face keeps the young stud wide awake to fully appreciate what is happening to him.

After an eternity of his muscular body seemingly being torn limb from limb by the muscular teen, Les releases his grip and allows the young pro fighter to drop to the mat. Rick can no longer move; he is only able to moan and groan at the feet of the young stud who has totally dominated him.  

Again, The Titan lifts the young football hero's massive arm in victory, but once again the kid turns and approaches the fallen pro wrestler. One more time he lifts the beaten fighter to his unsteady feet but Rick is incapable of standing under his own power so the teen muscleboy wraps his solid weight-trained guns around the helpless athlete's chest, gripping solidly he crushes the massive stud against his own hard muscled body. As the youngster flexes mightily and crushes down tighter Rock-hard Rick can hardly breathe!

Behind Rick's back the muscle teen motions to some of his buddies to approach the ring and four solid looking young hunks stepped forward. As they slip off their letterman's jackets the crowd can see that all the studs are wearing the same style of white muscle shirts and in each case, it is easily clear that they have spent more than enough time in the weight room.  

The big teen holding the helpless pro wrestler nods his head at the first dude and the kid jumps in the ring pulling off his muscle shirt. Once again, the crowd roars their approval at the sight of more rippling teenage muscle.

The second kid reaches up driving his well-muscled arms under those of the helpless wrestler and following the example set before him, locks a solid grip behind Rick's thick neck. The first muscle teen steps back to observe as his football buddy takes his own sweet time and crushes the mighty pro wrestler into unconsciousness. Les waves the smelling salts and the rugged fighter begins to struggle again only to have powerful young teenage muscles crush him out cold again.

The people in the auditorium this night are seeing a show far beyond their wildest expectations and cheer more and more loudly each time one of the muscular young football players steps into the ring and wastes the heavily muscled pro wrestling champion.  

Even the best of times must come to an end and after the last of his powerful young friends has a turn at crushing the big muscleman Tony brings them all together in the center of the ring and raises their muscular arms in triumph.

Still unable to drift off peacefully into unconsciousness and put an end to this, the humiliated and nearly destroyed muscle stud painfully rolls under the bottom rope and gripping a corner post is able to drop his feet to the floor and painfully stands leaning against the ring apron. The big dude slowly begins to walk toward the aisle, his aching body barely intact. The powerfully built men in the ring gratefully accepted the crowd’s adulation earned from each one decidedly destroying the arrogant champion.

As the young fighter reaches the aisle a young man in his early twenties steps forward and blocks his path.  The dude was about six feet tall and as he hands his jacket to a friend, his snug tee-shirt clearly shows that the guy is put together pretty good himself. He certainly doesn't carry the kind of premium beef as the muscleman before him but the guy still looks like he can take care of himself.

Rock-hard Rick sways a little on his feet but just stands and looks at the guy in stunned amazement that anyone would dare block his path. The dude pulls his arms up and flexes a double biceps pose! The big pro wrestler just shakes his head in disgust and tries to push past the spectator. As he does, the dude takes the opportunity and moves behind the massive athlete gripping Rick's shoulders in his own full nelson! The massive pro wrestling champion may have been weakened from his recent battles but the stud is still packing some real power. The champ begins to flex his massive muscles and twist his aching body in an effort to break the hold and it starts to look like the smaller man may not be able to hold him but just then another spectator steps in front.  

This dude is about 5'10" with solid looking arms. His snug tank top makes a clear statement that he is packing some muscle himself! The muscle stud begins planting powerful fists up and down the pro wrestler's rippling stomach. By the third or fourth punch it is clear that the muscular wrestler is no longer going to break free from the wrestling hold crushing his massive shoulders. Rick's big body begins to slump in the first man's grip as his once solid abdominals start to shake with each powerful punch!

Looking up the aisle we could see a line forming of well-muscled young men, each one flexing and stretching his buff physique in anticipation of his chance to test his muscles against the arrogant young champ. Les smiles to his new friend Tony as he hands the bottle of smelling salts to the eager crowd below the ring, "You weren't going to need this anymore, were you?"

Looking down as the once arrogant champion is passed helplessly to another stud in the audience, this man looks like a bodybuilder with an upper body that even impresses The Titan, "We should break this up. I think the boy has learned his lesson."  

Les looks over at the mayhem then pats Tony on the shoulder, "You know, you're right. But there's a lot of people here, let's grab a pizza a talk about how we're going to do this."

"You're on!" the big man exclaims and the powerful men head out the other way.