The Cast: Who's Who (March)

Here's the list of models used in the stories I posted in March.

I thought it might be fun to include a few before/after images to showcase how Mindsweeper altered the images to make the characters, with environment, clothing and body size changes.

The Cave

Cody/The Bat/Pink Punk - Leighton Stultz (model)

Heroes: Bane of My Existence 1

Chapter One: A New Challenge

WHOOSH. THUD.

Batman landed carefully, with the skill and precision of an Olympic gymnast half his size. As the masked muscleman perched on the roof of the Gotham Garden Inn, the caped crusader paused and took a moment to breathe. Despite being a man of near perfection, he was still capable of being tired. Actually, exhausted was the better term for how he currently felt. Physically and mentally, he had been from going non-stop for months. Still, even as fatigued as he was, he would never give into it. He clamped his grappling hook to the roof’s edge and worked his way down the wall.

Batman descended four stories to the eighth floor balcony below with remarkable precision. Despite being a large man, 6'2" and 230-lbs of solid muscle, the cowled crimefighter barely made a sound. He stayed to the side, out of view, as he disconnected the rope line and carefully inserted it back into his famous utility belt.

Route 69 S103: Charlotte NC (Part 2)

Back to Now

I tell Mike, “Get out.”

Route 69 S103: Charlotte NC (Part 1)

Route 69: Charlotte NC

KNOCK! KNOCK! I race across my ground floor hotel suite, excitedly looking through the peephole. Through the tiny portal, I see a handsome bearded muscleman waiting, looking Greek god-like framed by the window opposite my door.

Route 69 S102: Baltimore MD (Part 2)

Jeff Checks In

“Ben? You ready to -- whoa. What the fuck?”

Route 69 S102: Baltimore MD (Part 1)

 “So, I guess now we’re allowing boyfriends to hang out in the ring. So much for old school.”

Route 69 S101: Arlington VA (Part 2)

Getting Ready to Rumble

"So, what do you think?"

Wow. 

Route 69 S101: Arlington VA (Part 1)

"Ben, Ben, Ben. I can't believe you're really doin' this."

"You mean we're doing this."

"Nah, I can believe I'm doin' it. What do I got to lose? It's you that's takin' the big leap, dude. You're the one chuckin' the good life away. Quittin' yer job. Sellin' everything except for this sweet ride and two suitcases. Travelin' the country. We’ve been friends forever and this is the craziest thing you’ve ever done. Shit, it's the only crazy thing you’ve ever done."

I laugh, "Well, Jeff, believe it. Say goodbye to NYC, because we're out of here."

AWL: The Adventures of Danny Chase 1

The Side Hustle

My ring name is Daring Danny Chase, but you might know me as "That Guy Already in the Ring". I'm a pro wrestler for the American Wrestling League and have been for five years now. I had a good run for a bit, but now, when I actually make it on TV, the camera doesn't follow me down to the ring any more. I don't get any fancy entrance music. The announcers don't even acknowledge my existence until halfway through the match most of the time. I'm the face who just stands there waiting for the heel to come out. Then I get my ass kicked, mounting no offense other than ineffectual punches and a leap where I get caught, showing how strong the heel is. My Mom is so proud.

Daring Danny Chase (me)

The Cave 9: Three's Company

Ever wake up and be unsure if you're dreaming or not? That's kind of how I feel right now. My name's Cody and I'm currently struggling to see the time through sleepy eyes. Thirty feet away, the huge digital clock on the wall over the door shines 12:14AM in red. Despite being less than half awake, I’m pretty happy for a guy sleeping naked in a wrestling ring.

The Cave 8: Working It Out

"Ryan, dude, I don't like what you're saying. Are you forgettin' what Cody did to you? Are you forgettin' how messed up you was when we met? I mean, c'mon, dude."

So, I’m Ryan and the guy talking at me is Pete, one of my better friends. We’re just hanging out at Pete’s house tonight, chilling, watching baseball, drinking beer. Or at least we were. Now Pete’s frustrated by me and I’m irritated by him.

The Cave 7: The Out-of-Towner

Background

So, if you've been following my exploits, you can skip down to the heading, Ben Comes to Town. But if you are new to my life story or want a refresher or just like reading, this first section is for you!

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 2 (Part 2)

Into the Ring

Kirk grabs my hair again and drags me through the curtain towards the ring. Several crew guys are starting to work on taking it apart, but they stop. Everyone from the back follows, of course. Nobody knows how this started, but they all want to see how it ends.

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 2 (Part 1)

The Dark Days of 1983

My name is Colt Hill and I'm a pro wrestler for the American Wrestling League. 1983 has not been a great year for me so far. It's been hard for me to experience a complete lack of respect for the first time in my life. When you're 22 years old, 6'6", 290-lbs of solid muscle and look like a younger Tom Selleck, you're used to getting your way. It's not like I don't work hard, I do. And I've had setbacks in my life. But one thing I have always known, since I was a teenage football star, is that everyone wants to be me and be with me. Now, I hear the rumors, whispers and even laughter at my expense backstage.

The Cave 6: Thunder Strikes

I strut into the arena, feeling better than I have in a couple of weeks. Yep, I feel good. I'm pretty much 100%, physically and I've successfully compartmentalized my personal situation, focusing on the future, not the past. I've impressed myself by being surprisingly resilient.

The Cave 5: Meet the Pink Punk (sigh)

I'm half asleep when I hear Ryan's voice, "Wakey-wakey, jobber boy. The Pink Punk has another match in twenty minutes." I feel light slaps on my face then ice water splashing down on my naked crotch. Not the best way to wake up, but effective. I jolt up, feel dizzy and fall back to the mat. I bring a hand to my aching head and slowly open my eyes.

The Cave 4: Big Trouble

I'm standing naked in front of the mirror in the locker room, checking myself out. Despite everything that happened today, I don't look too bad. My 6’0” tall, 215-lbs body is bruised, red and sore, but for the most part, I’m physically okay. I flex my biceps, but I don't hold it. It seems like a ridiculous thing to do, showing off my muscles. They didn't do me much good in the ring earlier today and won't for the foreseeable future.

Cody (me)

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 1 (Part 2)

Round Three

Andy’s still on his knees as I flex. He asks, “Why’d you stop playing football, kid? Right knee injury, wasn’t it?” Before I know it, Andy dives at my right knee. ARGH! My knee collapses from the hit and I’m rocked with pain. As I’m writhing on the mat, Andy gets up and says, “You stupid piece of shit.”

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 1 (Part 1)

The Challenge

As I walk down the hall after my workout, I’m hot and sweaty, my muscles pumped to the max. My massive chest is bare, except for the coating of black sweaty fur that covers it. I can’t wait to hit the showers and relax until show time, but then, as I pass the boss’ office, I overhear a conversation and decide to eavesdrop …

The Cave 3: Grudge Match

My name is Cody and I’m a wrestle-aholic. It’s been almost two months since my last competitive match, but not because I’m trying to kick the habit. No, I miss wrestling. Sure, I’ve rolled around in pro-fantasy matches lately with some willing jobbers, but I miss a real challenge. I miss being in the ring, testing my skills, wrestling for dominance. It’s not like I can’t find anyone to wrestle. I’m young (28), fit (6’0”/205-lbs of muscle), talented (14 years wrestling experience) and I live in Los Angeles.

Me (Cody)

The Cave 2: Ryan's Song

My name is Ryan and I’m kinda pissed right now, so forgive me if I’m not at my most coherent.

Ryan (me)

The Cave 1: Meet the Bat

“AHHH! I GIVE!”

Scott, my opponent, cries out his seventh submission of the afternoon. I've yet to give even once during the match. I let the camel clutch go then stand. When he rolls over, I plant my foot on his stomach and flex. Scott smiles as he looks up at me posing. He is breathing hard, his face is red and he is drenched in sweat.

As I look down at him, I raise an eyebrow, questioning Scott silently. After a few seconds, he says, “Cody, no more. I’m done.”

I’m stronger and an infinitely better wrestler than he is. Still, I’m hot and sweaty, too, having spent the last hour tossing Scott’s soft 5’11”, 250-lb body all over the mats. My chest is heaving and my singlet straps are down around my waist. I help the guy up and we share a lingering hug. I can feel his hands caressing my muscular back. I can tell he’s trying to work up the nerve to slide them down to my ass, but he’s nervous. I can’t help it, but some guys are intimidated by me. I’d say I don’t know why, but that’d be a lie. I know that I’m an amazingly hot, brown-haired, tanned musclestud. My 6’/205-lbs gym-built body is chiseled, my skin is smooth and my bulge and butt have been described as perfection.

Cody (me)