Fan Fiction 1: Brody vs. Ram (Part 3 of 5)

This story was written by Anonymous featuring characters from The Cave.

The Cave Unleashed: Brody vs. Ram

Round 2: Cowboy vs. Man-Beast

Brody aka Cowboy Chris Steele vs. Ram

"What's this?" Ram asked with an amused expression.

"I wasn't sure if we were going to work on gimmicks or not, so I wore my trunks from Rival just in case,” Brody said. “Y’all say howdy, now, to one half of the Rival Pro Wrasslin’ tag team champions, The Country Boys: Cowboy Chris Steele!" he added, now fully embracing and even exaggerating the country drawl he thus far worked so hard to conceal.

"It won't make a difference," Ram snorted.

"You betcha it will! We milk goats all the time on the farm, and that's all a ram is – just a big ol' billy goat," Brody twanged, then added in a much more serious tone, "Prepared to be MILKED, boy."

The two wrestlers collided in the center of the ring in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, with Brody taking the advantage by slipping Ram into a side headlock, crushing the beast's masked face against his muscular pec before taking him to the mat with a hip toss.

Ram wasn't about to stay down, though. Even with Brody still hanging on to the headlock, Ram powered them both to their feet, but as he did, Brody scooped him up and bodyslammed him to the mat. Ram immediately rose to his feet and charged, only to be scooped up and bodyslammed to the mat again. Ram rose and charged again, but this time Brody landed a beautiful dropkick to Ram’s big chest, knocking the musclebound heel onto his back.

This time, Ram rolled across the ring to the ropes and used them to pull himself up to one knee. He then glared at Brody, who had his fists up ready to fight. When Brody saw that Ram was taking a time-out, he shouted, "WAOOO!!!” and started to dance what Ram assumed was some kind of country jig with a huge smile across his boyish face. Even Ram was forced to crack a smile before getting back into character.

"I've wrassled hawgs and steers and even a gator once, but I ain't never wrassled a billy goat before!" Brody hooted.

Ram needed to refocus. His surprise for Brody had completely backfired on him. He expected his opponent to be a little star-struck and somewhat intimidated when he revealed to Brody that he was actually Ram from The Cave, but Brody turned out to be some kind of superfan of Ram’s character who, instead of being awestruck or frightened, was actually thrilled and hyper-motivated to face his favorite wrestler. Ram also hadn't counted on Brody bringing his own wrestling gimmick – a gimmick that had a coincidental farm-related theme to Ram’s character, which Brody quickly capitalized on to loosely connect their roles and give himself storyline material to work with, further motivating his cowboy persona.

After Brody’s quick start, Ram decided to slow things down a bit. He used the ropes to get to his feet and stretch, then slowly approached the refocused Brody.

"Heeeere billy, billy, billy!" Brody beckoned.

With a snarl, Ram once again locked up with Brody in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but before Brody could make a move, Ram lifted two large knees into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of the country boy. Wanting to repay the favor, Ram lifted Brody and bodyslammed him to the mat, then lifted him off the mat and bodyslammed him even harder. Pulling his challenger up from the mat yet again, Ram used another kneelift to double Brody over, then wrapped his arms beneath Brody’s stomach. With a great heave, Ram flipped Brody up and onto his big right shoulder back-first.

Ram pulled down hard on the over-the-shoulder backbreaker, stomping around the ring to drive his shoulder deep into Brody's spine while compressing Brody’s stomach with his clasped hands, squeezing the air from him. After a few bounces, Ram placed his hands under Brody's armpits and, in an impressive show of strength, straightened his arms to hoist the 230-pound bodybuilder overhead. Brody’s legs dangled helplessly against Ram’s broad back before Ram brought him down to the mat in a crucifix slam. BOOM!

Brody landed forcefully on his shoulders and neck. Pressing his advantage, Ram stomped over and leaped into the air, bringing the full weight of his 235-pound frame across Brody's ribcage in a big bodysplash. SPLAT! He hooked a leg and went for a pin, but Brody managed to kick out, down but not nearly out.

Ram sat Brody up and grasped his head, twisting the strapping farm boy’s neck awkwardly with a neck crank. Brody’s face contorted in pain, but he resisted Ram’s hold and slowly started to regain his feet.

Once Brody was standing, Ram released Brody’s skull and whipped him hard to the corner back-first before charging in, but the beefy country stud lifted his knees just before his opponent impacted, driving them deep into Ram's torso. Ram yelped in pain as he staggered backwards clutching his chest, allowing Brody enough time to mount the second turnbuckle and launch himself at Ram with a flying shoulderblock, sending the man-beast crashing to the mat.

Brody helped Ram to his feet and whipped his muscular rival back-first into the corner, then ran in to deliver an elbow across Ram's lantern jaw. With Ram stunned, Brody demonstrated his own monstrous strength by tossing Ram out of the corner and almost halfway across the ring with a massive biel.

Feeling confident, Brody walked over to Ram's body and began to pull him to his feet. "One thing we love to do in the country is go fishin'," Brody said as he applied a front chancery. "What say I take you fishin', boy?" he asked in his country drawl before grabbing one of Ram's legs and taking the big man up and over in a fisherman's suplex.

Upon impact, Brody maintained hold of Ram's leg and bridged his own body, pinning Ram's shoulders to the mat. "One! Two!" he counted while upside-down before Ram was able to free his enormous leg from Brody's grasp and kick out of the pin.

Brody stood and once again dragged Ram to his feet by his mask. He then squatted down slightly and draped the big man over his shoulders stomach-first.

"We get some bad storms out in the wide-open country,” he said, “and I do believe I hear the tornado sirens goin’ off. Careful you don’t get caught up in the whirlwind!" he exclaimed before spinning himself and Ram around in a tight circle with a classic airplane spin.

After about a dozen or so rotations, Brody pressed Ram off his shoulders in mid-spin, sending the muscleman twirling into the air before landing face-down hard on the mat several feet away. Nearly as dizzy as his opponent, Brody staggered backwards into the ropes, holding onto the top rope tightly to steady himself.

"Now I remember why I don't use that move very often," he said, shaking his head to regain his balance.

Ram laid motionless on the mat, still feeling the earth spinning beneath him. He thought he might puke if he tried to get up, so he remained on his stomach to allow his balance to return while catching his breath. Unfortunately for him, Brody wasn't about to stop his attack. Ram felt the mat bounce from the footfalls of his heavyweight opponent's approach, which further added to his queasiness before experiencing the near-weightless sensation of being lifted to his feet.

Brody grabbed the back of Ram's mask and led him to one of the corner turnbuckles. "I could pin you..." he said before slamming Ram's head face-first into the top turnbuckle, then grabbed the back of Ram's mask and led him to the next turnbuckle. "... anytime I want," Brody added before repeating the maneuver. He again grabbed the back of Ram's head and dragged him to the third turnbuckle. "... but I ain’t gonna finish you off just yet..." he continued as he slammed Ram's head into the top turnbuckle again, then led his opponent to the fourth corner. "... because y'all are just too much fun!" he concluded, once again driving Ram's masked face into the padding.

Brody made a critical mistake, however, as each impact to the turnbuckle helped Ram clear his head and regain his senses. By the third impact, Ram was fully coherent and becoming both angry and motivated by Brody’s assault.

After the fourth impact, Ram stood upright and grabbed the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. He stared furiously into the ringside area, his lips pursed tightly in a frown as he breathed deeply through his nose with increasing intensity. A growl slowly developed deep within his chest until it built and emerged as an angry roar.

Ram proceeded to slam his own head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle while yelling, psyching himself up. He then turned to face Brody, arms at his sides and fists clenched, and every muscle in his body flexed tightly. He slowly advanced towards Brody a step at time, gritting his teeth and emitting a low, throaty snarl as he glared at his opponent with rage.

Realizing he awakened the beast, Brody began a slow retreat, matching each one of Ram's steps forward with his own step backward. "Whoa, now. Easy, big fella..." Brody said as he raised his hands in an apologetic stance. "I was just-"

Brody started to say before cutting off his own statement to kick Ram in the gut while he had his opponent distracted, doubling the man-monster over.

With Ram bent over, Brody quickly locked his opponent’s masked head between his legs, giving the cameras a great shot of Ram’s muscular ass sticking in the air, barely contained by the tiny silver trunks he wore as ring gear. Brody then reached down and clasped his hands beneath Ram's belly to attempt a powerbomb, only to hear his adversary roar beneath him as Ram tossed him up and over in a back body drop.

Brody fell to the mat behind Ram but was still fresh enough to quickly get to his feet and run to the ropes. On the rebound, Brody extended his big right arm to deliver a clothesline, but Ram ducked the blow at the last moment while sticking his own arm out and across Brody’s chest to stop the cowboy’s forward progress. With speed few men his size possess, Ram lifted his brawny competitor into the air before driving Brody to the mat in a ura-nage side slam, a move more commonly known as the “Rock Bottom”.

Brody landed hard on his back and shoulders with Ram on top of him. Ram quickly regained his feet and charged into the ropes in front of him. He hit the ropes and rebounded, picking up speed as he ran past Brody’s body into the opposite ropes, gaining even more velocity on the second rebound. As he approached Brody’s feet, Ram leaped into the air and came down with all his weight centered in his muscular rear end, landing on Brody’s chest in a vertical splash. Brody felt his lungs nearly collapse as all the air was forced from them on impact.

Ram began to count the pin as he sat on Brody’s chest, but Brody was able to rotate his shoulders enough to raise one of them before the pinfall. Ram proceeded to lift Brody’s head off the mat and drill it with stiff forearm shots, causing Brody’s head to bounce off the canvas like a basketball.

Satisfied that Brody was momentarily stunned, Ram got to his feet and stood over Brody’s body in a show of dominance. Every muscle in his body was once again flexed as he loomed over his opponent, his shredded abdomen heaving from the exertion of his fast-paced offense.

“’Cowboy Chris Steele’, huh? More like tin foil. “Do you really think you have a chance against me, ‘cowboy’?” Ram taunted.

“’MISTER Cowboy’,” Brody moaned. “He called him ‘Mister’ Cowboy.”

“What?” Ram asked quizzically.

“In ‘Die Hard’,” Brody said. “Hans Gruber asks John McClane, ‘Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mister Cowboy?’ which is basically what you just asked me, and John’s answer to him – and my answer to you – is, ‘Yippie-ki- yay, motherfu-‘ OOF!” Brody’s statement was cut short by a stomp from one of Ram’s heavy workboots to his gut.

“No way I’m letting you use that line on me,” Ram growled as he began to pull Brody to his feet. “You totally set me up for it, though,” Brody stated with a weak smile as Ram dragged him from the mat.

“A mistake I won’t be making again,” Ram said, drilling a hard punch to the side of Brody’s head. He knew he couldn’t let Brody gain any kind of motivation to use for his in-ring gimmick.

Ram grabbed Brody’s arm and whipped him back-first into the corner, where the big country stud hung on the top ropes like a scarecrow from his farm. Ram confidently strode over and proceeded to deliver a powerful forearm blow across Brody’s big chest, followed by several large kneelifts to Brody’s muscular core. After five successive kneestrikes, Ram allowed Brody to fall to his knees at his feet.

“That’s right, boy. Worship your new master,” Ram said as he pounded his own left pec with his right fist in another show of superiority.

Ram pulled Brody to a standing position and shoved him back into the corner, then followed up with his patented shoulderblocks to the gut – a total of four in all. With the fourth shoulderblock, Ram allowed Brody to hang limply across his right shoulder, then stood up with his opponent draped over him, clasping his hands around Brody's lower back in an over-the-shoulder bearhug.

Ram hadn’t forgotten his strategy from the previous round. He desperately wanted to squeeze a submission out of the huge muscleman, but since Brody's spine was so flexible and therefore resistant to punishment, he would need to focus on Brody's midsection and ribs instead to drain him of his air supply. Submitting someone in one of his crushing holds was hot, but squeezing someone until they passed out is what really turned Ram on.

Ram once again stomped around the ring to drive his shoulder deeper into Brody's body. "How you doing up there, cornpone?" he asked, his voice slightly raspy from all the growling he’d done that evening. Brody could only moan and say "OOOF!" as air was forced from him during each bounce.

When Ram grew bored with the maneuver, he dropped to his knees, driving Brody's full weight onto his shoulder. Brody felt as if he was going to spew all the water he drank during the intermission.

Ram allowed Brody to roll off his shoulder and onto the mat, where the country powerhouse curled up in the fetal position next to Ram's kneeling frame while Ram flexed his big biceps. Once he finished posing, Ram rolled Brody onto his back and casually reclined backwards across Brody’s body. "One...” Ram counted as he pretended to yawn. “Tw-," but his count was broken as Brody kicked out.

"Looks like you need broken down some more," Ram commented as he stood and dragged Brody to his feet before bodyslamming him hard to the mat and dropping a big elbow across Brody's sternum. He quickly rose to drop another elbow, then stood again to deliver a bonzai headbutt from a standing position to Brody's belly. Feeling he had softened Brody's midsection enough, Ram then sat Brody up to clamp on a side bodyscissors.

"Ohhhh! OHHHHHH!" Brody moaned as he felt his guts being squashed between Ram's mammoth thighs.

"You're right, boy," Ram taunted. "I am the goat. The G.O.A.T. – Greatest of All Time!"

"You ain't- mmmmmph!" Brody started to say before Ram placed his large hand over Brody’s mouth.

"Shhhhhh," Ram taunted. "There's only one thing I wanna hear from you now," he said as he leaned in as close as he could to Brody's ear while maintaining his crushing hold, then whispered, "Screeeam for meeee..."

With that, Ram squeezed his thighs together as hard as he could and removed his hand from Brody's mouth as Brody emitted the loudest wail anyone had ever forced from him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"Music to my ears!" Ram grinned. The cries coming from the amazing physical specimen being crushed between his legs powered his erection to full staff. He let Brody suffer a few minutes in his scissors before finally releasing his hold.

"Let's see if we can figure out more ways to make you sing," Ram threatened as he rose to his feet. He bent over and grabbed Brody by the head, then dragged the big man to his knees to force Brody’s face into the thin, shiny fabric covering his crotch.

After humiliating his opponent with his manhood, Ram pulled Brody to his feet and whipped the country stud back-first into the corner post while retreating to the other post. Building up a full head of steam, Ram charged across the ring, squashing the muscular body in front of him with his solid frame in a running avalanche. SPLAT!

Before Brody could fall to the mat, Ram grabbed his arm and whipped him across the ring again. Brody landed back-first into the opposite corner post and was almost immediately squashed by his stocky underground wrestling idol in another avalanche splash. “OOOF!!!”

After the impact, Ram stood back a step and sneered at his opponent. He was breathing heavily from his sprints across the ring but wasn’t the least bit tired. Ram then stepped forward and pressed his rock-hard body into Brody's, crushing the stud between himself and the turnbuckles, grinding their huge pecs, their muscular bellies, and their swollen crotches together.

Satisfied with his assault, Ram took a step back again and admired his handiwork. Since the two men were equal in height, Ram was able to look directly into Brody's face only a few inches away. Brody's eyes were closed and a pained expression was etched on his rugged good looks while Ram’s body was fully pumped, his fists once again clenched at his sides to make himself appear even more massive than he already was.

Brody started to slump in the corner, seeming to melt before Ram's intensity, but before he could fall, Ram reached around Brody's big chest, encircling him in another bearhug. Brody screamed again as he felt his ribs being crushed but was having a hard time finding air to replace the void in his lungs. Once again, Ram kept Brody's feet on the ground to avoid wasting the energy trying to lift his opponent's bulk.

"RrrrrrAAAAAH! Ha ha! Yeah! YEAAAAH! I really enjoy crushing muscleboys, especially big, hot, country bumpkins like you," Ram growled, ratcheting up the intensity of his hold while grinding his dick into Brody’s package. “Yeah, boy – do you feel that? I have a third horn I’ll be using on you tonight in addition to the two on my head!” he warned.

Ram leaned back to drink in the agony painted on Brody’s face. "Do you know how many scrawny weaklings I’ve submitted with this hold?” he asked. “Do you know how many of them actually passed out in my arms? You’ll be no different. How does it feel to know that, despite all these big muscles of yours, you’re no better than a twink against my power?”

Brody could only moan in pain, causing Ram to laugh. “Which do you think will crack first, cowboy: Your ribs or your resolve?" he asked.

"This chest... UNGH!... is a fortress! It'll... AAH!... never break!" Brody said defiantly. Although Ram's bearhug was one of the strongest he'd ever endured, Buck's bearhug was stronger, and Brody had suffered Buck's squeeze numerous times.

"Ha ha ha! That's where you're wrong, boy!" Ram mocked. "Throughout history, the strongest fortresses on Earth have fallen to the battering ram. Yours will be no different. Here, let me show you..."

Ram released Brody and pushed him backwards into the ropes, then caught him on the rebound in another bearhug, this time bending over and driving his shoulder just below Brody's sternum while the feet of both men remained on the mat.

"AHHHH!" Brody yelled.

"See, I told you!" Ram said. "All fortresses fall eventually, either to the battering ram or to time itself, and I have both. I'll either break you now, or I’ll squeeze you all night long until you pass out." With that, Ram loosened his hug slightly, only to cinch down on it several more times, driving his shoulder deeper and deeper into Brody's muscular midsection.

Unfortunately for Ram, his bent-over position exposed his wide back to Brody. Summoning what strength he could find, Brody raised both arms, clenched his fists, and slammed them down on Ram's back with double sledgehammer blows. Ram tightened his grip in response, eliciting a cry of pain from Brody, but Brody managed to repeat the maneuver twice more, then assailed Ram’s back with alternating clenched fists as if banging on a large kettle drum.

With each impact from Brody’s fists, Ram felt his back and shoulders seizing up, causing his grip around Brody's body to loosen. Remembering that such events led to his downfall in the first round, Ram readjusted his grip around Brody's torso to bring the country stud up and over in a big belly-to-belly suplex. THUMP!

Having landed on top of Brody, Ram went for the pin attempt. "One! Two! Thr-" but Brody managed to raise a shoulder just in time.

"You're really starting to piss me off, hillbilly!" Ram yelled as he got to his feet and began laying brutal stomps to Brody's chest with his thick workboots. STOMP! STOMP! “I’ll trample you under my hoof!” he added, continuing to drive hard stomps into Brody’s torso. STOMP! STOMP!

Once satisfied with his work, Ram dragged Brody to his knees but got a surprise elbow to the gut for his trouble. "Ooof!" he exhaled. A second elbow to the stomach had the same effect, causing Ram to bend forward. Brody then landed a forearm shot across the side of Ram’s masked head, staggering the beast and allowing Brody to get to his feet.

Realizing he only had a moment to launch a counter offensive, Brody ran to the ropes and rebounded. Ram charged forward with his arm outstretched to deliver a vicious clothesline but telegraphed the move well in advance, allowing Brody time to duck under it. Rebounding off the ropes again, Brody noticed that Ram was once more loaded for a clothesline, which led to another swing and a miss from Ram as Brody again ducked under Ram’s massive arm.

Fearing Ram would counter with his dreaded spear tackle on the ensuing rebound, Brody attempted a move that brought him success in the first round. Upon hitting the ropes, he launched his big body in the air with a flying crossbody, only to find Ram waiting. The man-beast caught Brody across his chest and held him aloft for a moment while he steadied his balance. Ram then took a few steps towards the corner and fell forward, crashing down on Brody in a huge front slam to the mat, driving the air from the country stud’s lungs.

"Nice try, boy, but I'm way too strong for that," Ram commented as he laid across his foe’s chest.

With Brody prone on his back in the corner, Ram rose to his feet and walked on top of his Brody’s stomach, using it as a stepping stone to climb to the second turnbuckle facing the ring post. He then bounced his weight on the ropes a few times before pushing his legs out behind him to fall atop Brody in a bodysplash from the second rope, squashing Brody beneath his bulk.

Ram rose to his knees and took in the sight of the devastated muscleman before him while he contemplated his next moves. He had dominated the round so far, but he wanted to make the big farm boy suffer a little more to prove his superiority.

Ram got to his feet and walked behind Brody, then bent over and lifted Brody’s head off the mat so that Brody was in a seated position in front of him. Ram kicked Brody hard in the back with his workboot, causing Brody to yell in pain, then enveloped both sides of Brody’s head with his hands while applying tremendous inward pressure with his huge forearms, squeezing Brody’s skull in a cranium crush.

“I’m gonna pop your head like a pimple,” Ram threatened while Brody groaned in pain and clawed at Ram’s hands, trying to alleviate the pressure. Ram continued to make Brody suffer in the hold for a full minute while he regained his breath before eventually announcing, “No, this isn’t how I want to end this.”

Ram abruptly released his grip around Brody’s head and tossed it forward in contempt. Brody immediately rolled to his stomach and massaged his temples, desperately trying to relieve one of the worst headaches he’d ever endured.

Ram stood towering over Brody, snarling at his opponent, his chest and stomach heaving. Once Brody got to his hands and knees, Ram stepped forward and locked on a standing headscissors.

(Ram's massive quads crushing Brody's head
in a standing head scissors)

"AAAAAGGGHHH! AH, GAWD!!!" Brody cried from the intense pressure of Ram’s massive quads.

Ram continued to press his legs together, flexing both his upper and lower body muscles as he stared down at Brody's massive back and glutes. "You sure do have a nice ass for a redneck. It's almost a shame I'm gonna have to split it in two... after I crush your head like a grape, of course," Ram taunted as he squeezed harder on the headscissors.

Brody realized he had to do something fast. The pressure on his skull was excruciating, and he would soon black-out if he didn't escape quickly. Calling on all his strength, Brody managed to get his feet under himself and powered to a standing position, lifting Ram up with him. He then dumped Ram’s body behind him in a quasi-back bodydrop, but because Brody had so little momentum to execute the maneuver, Ram more or less slid down Brody’s back rather than be tossed. Ram hit the mat awkwardly but was more surprised than hurt.

Brody was in no position to follow through on his efforts, though. He fell back to all fours and shook his head to regain his focus and clear his vision while Ram rose and lumbered over to the country powerhouse, raining forearms down on Brody’s thick back while swearing at him about not knowing when to quit. He then dragged Brody up and tossed him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound in a suspended choke lift.

"If I can't crush your head between my legs, I'll just squeeze it off with my bare hands!" he yelled as he strangled Brody, watching his opponent’s face turn every color across the red and violet spectrums. Brody gagged and choked, his eyes glassy and the veins in his head throbbing as he clawed at Ram's mighty forearms while kicking aimlessly at the monster's thick torso but to no avail.

Ram soon started to feel the limits of his strength. Holding a 230-pound muscleman aloft for an extended period of time is no easy feat, even for a man-beast. As his arms began to tire, Ram dropped down to the mat on his butt, slamming Brody onto his back in a sort of modified sit-down powerbomb/chokeslam combination.

Ram grabbed Brody’s legs and lifted them up as he got to his knees, rolling Brody up in the process and stacking the big cowboy onto his neck and shoulders, with Brody’s large legs suspended above himself and his perfect ass in midair. It was a repeat of a pin attempt Ram used on Brody in the first round, but now that all their cards were on the table and the match was for sex stakes, Brody was in a perfect position for Ram to place his crotch against his rival’s muscular butt and add his weight to the stack. The move was a preview of a position Ram might take on Brody after the match.

"Oh, yeah – this is nice. I'm gonna enjoy breeding you, boy!" Ram growled seductively. “One! Two! Thr- whoa!”

Using his thick neck muscles, Brody managed to topple the nearly 500 pounds of beef stacked on his shoulders, dumping Ram unceremoniously onto his side.

"Fuck!" Ram yelled, pounding the mat with his fist. "You stupid hick! That's it – I'm through toying with you! Time to end this!"

Ram got to his feet and laid stomps to Brody's chest, back, and ribs. He then dragged Brody up and whipped him hard back-first into the corner before positioning himself in the opposite corner, preparing to deliver a big finishing move.

“You know that ‘Die Hard’ quote you tried using on me earlier?” he asked Brody. “I always liked the way the bad guy said it better.” Ram then slowly raised his right arm straight in front of him and extended his thumb and index finger into the shape of a gun.

“’Yippie-ki-yay... motherfucker’,” he said icily as he aimed his imaginary firearm at Brody’s limp form across the ring and pulled the trigger to symbolize finishing Brody off. Ram then sprinted full speed towards his opponent to end the round.

As Ram approached, Brody somehow found the strength to spin himself out of the corner. Unable to stop his forward momentum, the only thing Ram could do was turn his body and hit the turnbuckles with his back to hopefully cushion the blow.

Ram slammed into the corner with authority, causing pain to radiate through his lower back. The force of the impact also caused him to bend over and stumble forward a few steps right into the waiting arms of Brody, who immediately delivered a lightning-fast DDT. The top of Ram’s head hit the mat so hard that it bounced him onto his back, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Both men laid side by side on their backs drenched in sweat, nothing moving except their heaving chests and rapidly inflating and deflating muscleguts. Brody was the first to stir, rolling onto his stomach and slowly crawling over to Ram. He draped his arm across Ram's big chest and counted "One. Two," only to have Ram lift a shoulder.

"I figured it was a long shot," Brody smiled meekly.

Brody realized he needed more time to recover. Remembering from Ram's Cave videos that some of his opponents had a bit of success slowing the man-beast down with a piledriver, Brody rolled Ram onto his stomach, causing the big man to moan a bit, still stunned.

Brody then got to his feet and helped Ram get to his hands and knees. He walked around to Ram’s head and bent over to reach around Ram's stocky torso, clasping his hands under Ram’s stomach. Brody then powered the monster up to a semi-inverted position, but after the recent abuse he’d endured, he temporarily lacked the strength to pull Ram’s body into a full vertical position, as Ram’s massive legs still dangled in front of him. After steadying himself for a moment, Brody fell backwards to execute a “package” version of the piledriver, once again planting Ram's head hard into the mat.

Although Ram looked to be out, Brody feared it might be a trick, and he was in no position to defend himself if indeed the ram was playing possum. Brody also wanted a chance to redeem himself for his poor performance in the round thus far. He'd barely had a chance to show off his gimmick!

Brody pulled himself to a corner and began practicing the breathing techniques he learned from the yoga classes he'd taken when he first moved to L.A. to help him cope with the stress of city life. Once Ram started to stir, Brody knew it was time to go on the offensive. Fortunately, he’d regained most of his energy – hopefully enough to finish the round and, already up one fall, claim his prize.

Brody used the corner ropes to pull himself to his feet and quietly approached Ram in case his opponent was planning a sneak attack. Once he made sure Ram was still groggy, he pulled Ram to his feet and drove him back-first into the corner, where it was now Brody's turn to lay his big shoulders into the monster's muscular midsection. Three, four, five huge shoulderblocks softened Ram up enough for Brody to twist his body and lift Ram onto his shoulder so the front of Ram’s torso was draped across Brody’s chest.

"We're fixin' to go for a ride, boy!" Brody twanged, resuming his rural-themed persona. He pointed across the ring, then thundered out of the corner with Ram on his shoulder, smashing Ram’s sore back into the opposite top turnbuckle. Maintaining a grip around Ram’s thick torso and solid ass, Brody turned and ran across the ring to drive Ram’s spine into the turnbuckle of his initial starting point.

Still holding Ram’s body over his shoulder, Brody turned and ran across the ring again, yelling “STAMPEDE!” before dumping his opponent onto the mat mid-ring in a running powerslam. BOOM!!! The force was so impactful that both big bodies bounced in the air.

Since he was already on top of his opponent, Brody figured he'd try for a pin again after such a hard-hitting move, but Ram lifted an arm just before the count of “three”. The big country boy smiled that his new friend was still in the game.

Brody rose to his feet and dragged Ram up by his mask, then whipped him across the ring so that Ram landed back-first in the opposite corner again. Doing his country jig dance to pump himself up, Brody gathered momentum and charged across the ring. As he approached Ram’s corner, Brody left his feet and sailed through the air, hollering "WAOOO!" before hitting Ram with the full force of a flying bodysplash.

As Ram staggered out of the corner from the impact, Brody positioned himself between his challenger and the turnbuckles. With his back to the ring post, Brody mounted the second turnbuckle and waited for Ram to turn around before kissing his fist and executing a fistdrop from the second rope to Ram’s forehead, knocking the big man to the mat.

Having landed on his feet, Brody was in a perfect position to lay a series of stomps to Ram’s prone body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! “Yeah! We’re havin’ us a good ol’ fashioned, boot-stompin’ hoedown!” Brody said as he clapped his hands with each impact. Although his athletic shoes weren’t as heavy as Ram’s workboots, they nevertheless had the force of 230 pounds of country muscle behind them.

Brody then grabbed Ram's arm and pulled him to his feet before whipping him across the ring again, using just enough force so that Ram once again landed back-first in the corner without falling over or rebounding out of it. Brody sprinted across the ring, leaving his feet and screaming his "WAOOO!" country holler again before crashing onto Ram in another flying splash. Upon impact, the dazed and squashed Ram dropped to his butt in the corner, setting Brody up for one of his favorite rural-themed maneuvers.

"Bronco Buster!" Brody yelled as he dove onto Ram's prone body, with his butt resting on Ram's chest and Ram's head between his thick thighs. Brody then bounced his muscular ass up and down hard atop Ram's chest, hollering, "YEE- HAW! YEEEEE-HAW!" while driving his crotch into Ram's face.

After having his fun, Brody pulled himself off Ram using the top ring ropes. "I've ridden broncos and bulls but never a billy goat before!" he chimed.

Satisfied with his assault and feeling his strength returning, Brody decided it was time to show his beefy opponent his own power. Breathing heavily from his aerobic offensive, he pulled Ram out of the corner and into the middle of the ring, then tossed Ram into the ropes. As Ram rebounded, Brody bent down to catch Ram’s body across his big right shoulder so that Ram’s torso was draped down Brody’s back. Using Ram’s big legs for leverage, Brody flung his opponent’s body to the mat back-first with tremendous force in a modified Alabama slam, rocking Ram’s spine.

“Like tossin’ sacks of feed around on the farm!” Brody hooted, then dropped onto his opponent for a pin. “One. Two. No, not yet,” he said as he lifted Ram’s head off the mat, breaking his own pin attempt. “I ain’t done havin’ fun with ya yet, billy!”

Brody stood and pulled Ram from the mat, then positioned himself behind the beast before shoving Ram front-first into the ropes. As Ram hit the ropes and rebounded backwards, Brody laid a hard forearm shot directly to the small of Ram's back.

"AHHH!!!" Ram cried.

Ram started to fall forward, but Brody grabbed the back of the big man's silver posing trunks to prevent him from toppling. As the elastic stretched, Brody finally got a glimpse in person of the amazing ass he’d jerked off to so many times while watching Ram’s Cave videos.

"WOOO-WEE!!! Y’all say I got a nice ass? Look at yours, billy boy!" Brody commented as he used the waistband of Ram’s trunks to pull him back into another hard forearm shot to Ram's lumbar region.

"AWWW!!!" Ram yelled again.

"Shame I'm gonna hafta perpetuate an awful stereotype 'bout rural folk tonight when I become a goat fucker!" Brody joked as he pushed Ram front-first into the ropes for yet another stiff forearm shot just above Ram’s tailbone on the rebound.

"AHHH!!!" Ram cried out.

After the third blow to his lumbar area, Ram started to walk funny. He clutched his back and staggered around for a few steps before turning to face Brody, his mouth hanging open in pain. As Ram approached, Brody opened his arms wide and said, "Hashtag Country Strong," before scooping Ram off his feet in a tremendous bearhug.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Ram screamed.

"Well wha'dya know – goats really DO scream like people!" Brody commented, referencing a popular YouTube video before cinching tighter on the hold, eliciting another scream from his muscular victim. Ram knew his opponent was strong, but Brody’s earlier bearhug before their test of strength in Round 1 was nowhere near this intense. Never had Ram been crushed like this.

Brody had his big farm hands clasped tight around the small of Ram's back, which had been the focus of his attack since the first round. He had long-played his strategy, weakening Ram’s back throughout the night, and it worked perfectly. Now he would show the man-beast who the real muscle monster was.

"How do you like my Hay Baler Hug?” Brody asked, lowering Ram’s body so his feet once again touched the mat. “Me and my tag partner, Buck, don’t even use a machine to bale hay on our farm. We just SQUEEZE it together in our arms!” Brody added, increasing the pressure. Brody knew his last statement wasn’t entirely true, but it sounded cool.

"AHHHHHH!!! You're breaking my back!" Ram cried.

Brody smiled as he looked up to view the anguished expression of the rival muscleman he was crushing against his equally muscular body. "That's kinda the point, there, billy boy," he said before resting his head on Ram’s shoulder and applying more pressure.

The pain in Ram’s lower back was excruciating. He realized he needed to find a way out of Brody’s hold or he’d lose both the round and the match. He raised his fist to punch Brody in the head, but Brody sensed Ram’s intentions and gave a quick shake to Ram’s body, eliciting a pained cry from the subdued man-beast. As further punishment for Ram’s impertinence, Brody briefly let go of his hold, leaving his left arm wrapped around Ram’s waist while hammering down on Ram’s lower back with his big right fist several times before re-establishing his bearhug, cinching it in even tighter than before.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!” Ram cried out again in agony.

Ram’s situation was grim. He once again raised his arms and grasped Brody’s head to try to find a way out of the hold other than eye-gouging, which the two men agreed was off-limits prior to their restart in Round 1. Realizing there were no rules against choking, Ram started to wrap his large hands around Brody’s thick neck.

“Oh no you don’t!” Brody scolded as he released his squeeze again and powered Ram back-first into the corner. Brody then proceeded to drill Ram’s midsection with a series of shoulderblocks, each impact driving the second turnbuckle painfully into Ram’s lower back. Brody then dragged his adversary back to the center of the ring and grabbed him in another bearhug, once again lifting Ram off his feet.

Brody sensed he was close to victory as Ram’s screams filled the room. To minimize any potential counters Ram might consider, he turned his head to the side and laid his cheek on top of Ram’s sweaty pecs before squinting his eyes and clenching his teeth, applying a burst of power to his hold.

Ram started to lose feeling in his legs. He knew he had to get out of Brody's hold quickly or he’d be forced to submit, but Brody had his face and head tactically placed just below Ram’s chiseled jaw and chin, thus preventing Ram from landing any punches or forearm shots to his skull.

Although Ram wasn’t able to pound his way out of his predicament, he was able to grasp Brody’s head with his hands. With enormous effort, he used his large forearms and triceps to slowly push Brody’s head off his chest and away from his body, though Brody’s bull-like neck battled him every step of the way. With enough separation, Ram also engaged his massive chest muscles to overcome Brody’s resistance. Once his target was in range, Ram took advantage by delivering a headbutt to Brody’s forehead.

The headbutt caused Brody's grip to loosen slightly, but his hands remained tightly clasped around Ram's lower back. Ram delivered another headbutt to Brody’s skull, which loosened Brody's grip around his torso even more and allowed Ram to slide down Brody’s sweaty body so that his feet were once again in contact with the mat. After a third headbutt, Brody's grip loosened completely, but only because Brody released his bearhug to grab Ram's head and deliver a big headbutt of his own.

Unfortunately for Brody, Ram's skull was thicker than his, and his mask provided more padding on the inside than the outside. After their heads impacted, Brody’s eyes went cross for a moment as he saw stars and stumbled backwards a step, his headbutt affecting himself far more than his opponent. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and regain his balance, but in that brief moment, Ram ran to the ropes and rebounded to land a counter move.

Brody came to his senses just in time to catch Ram's big body on the rebound, flipping him up and around and bringing him down hard across his outstretched knee in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The impact was so forceful that it launched Ram off Brody's knee and a quarter of the way across the ring. POW!

"AAAAAAAH!!! GOD!!!" Ram yelled as he arched his back upward to try to alleviate the pain.

"WOOOOOO!!!" Brody hollered while he remained on one knee and flexed his biceps. "I thought the sayin' was 'When pigs fly’, not goats!"

Brody got to his feet and stomped over to Ram, then dropped down for a pin. "One! Two! Thr-" He stopped his count when he noticed Ram had managed to lift his foot onto the nearby bottom rope to prevent the pinfall.

"Well I'll be..." Brody commented in his country drawl.

Brody figured that if Ram could take advantage of their proximity to the ropes, so could he. He rose to his feet and stepped through the ropes to the outer ring apron, then turned to face Ram laying inside the ring. Smiling at the sight of Ram's big prone body, he said, "Check this out, boy – I can fly, too!"

With that, Brody leaped over the top rope, coming down hard with his massive leg across Ram's chest in a vaulting legdrop. After impact, Brody sat on the mat and smiled, leaving his leg draped across Ram’s thick chest has he took in short, quick breaths to regain his wind from his furious assault.

Still feeling the effects of the bearhug and tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Ram arched his back as he laid on the mat despite Brody's heavy leg resting on him. Seizing the opportunity Ram’s position presented, Brody scooted his butt on the mat alongside Ram's body, sliding his leg down Ram's sweaty torso. Once in position, Brody slipped his other leg through the arch in Ram's back and locked on a crushing side bodyscissors.

"AHHHHHHHH!!! ARGH!!! AHHHHH!!!" Ram screamed.

"YEAH!!!" Brody roared. "Look at my quads! Look at 'em! They're as big as tractor tires!" He then smiled and gritted his teeth as he ramped up the pressure, eliciting more screams from the injured man-beast, but despite Brody’s best efforts, Ram refused to submit.

Feeling his legs beginning to cramp, Brody decided to switch tactics. He released Ram from his scissors and scooted away from Ram’s body a bit, using his feet to roll his challenger onto his side. He then reached forward and grabbed one of Ram’s big arms and one of his massive legs while positioning his own feet on Ram’s lower back. Once he was set, Brody leaned back, pulling on Ram’s arm and leg while digging his athletic shoes into Ram’s lumbar area in a bow-and- arrow hold.

“Speaking of tractors,” Brody said over Ram’s moans, “me and Buck have a double-team move called the ‘Tractor Pull’, but since he ain’t here right now, I had to change it up a bit.” Ram could only moan in response.

Knowing he wouldn’t get a submission from Ram with the maneuver, Brody eventually released the hold and got to his feet, putting his hands on his hips while regaining his wind. He smirked down at Ram while watching his muscular opponent writhe on the mat.

“We have a sayin’ on the farm: ‘There’s a time to plant, and there’s a time to plow,’” Brody said, “and after I’m done plantin’ ya into the mat, I’m gonna plow your ass hard, billy boy!”

Brody reached down and helped Ram to his feet by his mask. Once standing, he bent over and bodyslammed Ram hard to the canvas. Brody remained standing, smiling while Ram groaned and clutched at his lower back. Brody then dropped onto his side across Ram’s chest in a lazy pinning position and began to count.

“One! Two!” but with so little bodyweight behind the pin attempt, Ram was easily able to lift a shoulder off the mat.

Brody regained his feet and pulled Ram to his knees by his head, then shoved Ram’s masked face into his soaking wet faux-denim-covered crotch. "I'm fixin' to show you what farm strength is all about," he warned. Satisfied with his torment, Brody pulled Ram to his feet and scooped the big man across his chest, then brought the weakened muscle monster down across his knee with incredible force in an over-the-knee backbreaker, causing Ram to roar in pain.

Unfortunately for Ram, Brody wasn't quite finished. Using his powerlifting background, he deadlifted the 235-pound muscleman up and repeated the maneuver, then executed the move a third time. “Like lifting bales of hay!” he mocked. After the fourth backbreaker, Ram’s body hung limply across Brody's knee like a wet rag.

"Yeah, boy!” Brody shouted. “I'm sacrificing me a ram to the swole gods!"

Brody looked up at the ceiling as he held Ram's bent body across his outstretched knee. "Oh, great Swoleus – king and mightiest of the swole gods," he jokingly prayed. "Accept the sacrifice of this ram as an offering to make me bigger and more swole than I al-... ready-... am..." Brody flexed and admired his big right bicep muscle as he slowly pronounced the last words in his mock prayer, using his other arm to hold Ram's body on his knee.

Despite the considerable pain he was in, Ram couldn't help but laugh at Brody's antics even while bent backwards across Brody's knee.

"You like that?!" Brody asked, smiling and looking down at his new friend, temporarily breaking character. "I just made that up! It just came to me out of the blue!"

The two men continued to chuckle for a moment before Brody said, “Alright, alright – back to business,” then grunted with effort as he used both arms to further bend Ram over his knee, forcing Ram to howl in anguish.

"Whatsa matter, boy?" Brody asked, returning to his Country Boy gimmick. "Y'all think we county folk are just a bunch of uneducated yokels and can't be all vain and into mythology and stuff? That's offensive!" he said as he pressed down on Ram's body again, eliciting another yelp from his rival.

As he held Ram in place across his knee, Brody admired the slab of Grade-A beef before him – the thick neck and shoulders, the enormous outstretched pecs as Ram's arms hung loosely to his sides, the perfect nipples, and the rock- solid abs. Never had he wrestled such a physically perfect specimen as Ram, who made Buck seem downright portly by comparison.

“Look at these cobblestones y’all got for abs!” Brody exclaimed as he noticed Ram’s thick abdominal muscles, slightly envious of their size. “They’re fuckin’ HUGE, but they’re not lined up straight like mine are,” he commented, noticing Ram’s interlaced abdominal wall while patting his own shredded stomach. “What say I pry ‘em loose for ya and line ‘em up proper?” he asked before sinking his strong fingers deep into Ram’s stomach muscles with an abdominal claw.

“AAAAAAAAHHH!!! AAAAAHHH!!! NO!!!” Ram screamed while Brody smiled before eventually releasing his claw hold.

"Hey, you have an outie!" Brody shouted with child-like excitement as he noticed Ram's distended bellybutton. "I've never seen one so big before. Can I touch it?"

"Ungh... No..." Ram moaned.

"Can I touch it?" Brody repeated. "Huh? Can I? I'm gonna do it! I’m gonna touch it! BOOP! Ha ha!" Brody said as he playfully teased his victim, causing Ram to painfully chuckle once more.

"But the real blue ribbon winner of the county fair is right here," Brody said as he continued his assessment of Ram body, fondling the enormous bulge in Ram's tiny trunks. “That’s a prize-winnin’ hawg ya got there, friend.”

"Ungh... no low blows!" Ram whimpered.

"This ain't a low blow!" Brody protested, temporarily breaking character again as he gently squeezed Ram's bulge while Ram moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. "This is just a little... admiration. You don't know how long I've wanted this. How many times I've watched it on video. How many times I've beaten off to it. How many nights I've dreamed about it. And now it's right here in my hand. This right here? This is the REAL man-beast," he added.

Brody was becoming so aroused that his pro-style trunks could barely contain his own 8-inch member. Already up one fall and his opponent virtually powerless to stop him from winning another, he decided it was time to end things and finally claim his victory spoils.

Brody rolled Ram off his knee and onto his stomach, then stood and walked over to Ram's head, hovering over his opponent. His arousal only grew stronger as he watched his suffering musclebound challenger in agony on the mat clutching at his sore back.

Keeping his fists at his sides, Brody slowly began flexing every muscle in his body in 5-second intervals, taking deep breaths in between, pumping himself up to even greater proportions. He knew exactly how he wanted to end this – just like he'd watched his idol do to Super Soldier in so many replays – and all he had to do was wait.

(Brody getting himself
more vascular and pumped)

With great effort, Ram managed to reach out and wrap one of his hands around Brody's ankle and his other hand around Brody's large calf muscle to pull himself closer to his tormentor, pausing to clutch at the pain in his back again. He then wrapped a hand around the back of Brody's huge thigh, but finding no purchase on Brody's solid hamstrings, moved his hand forward to Brody's massive quad before slowly pulling himself off the mat. All the while, Brody towered above him, continuing his breathing and flexing intervals.

(Brody getting himself
more vascular and pumped)

It had begun. The scene. The recreation of Brody's all-time favorite moment of any wrestling match he’d ever wacthed, but this time the aggressor from that scene would be the victim. Brody spread his arms slightly, inviting his rival to use his body for support.

Ram slowly reached up and placed one hand on Brody's bulbous glutes, then the other, finally getting back to a kneeling position. His forehead rested against the enormous ridge in Brody's trunks, and if he weren’t wearing a mask, Ram would've felt the stickiness against his skin from Brody's leaking cockhead peeking out from the top of his trunks.

Ram's hand reached up Brody's torso to find its next grip on the country powerhouse's shelf-like pecs, which Brody flexed to allow Ram a better grip. Ram then dragged his face across Brody's rippling abs as he pulled himself further up his opponent’s rock-hard body. Had he been more aware, Ram might've noticed how much Brody's abdomen was inflating and deflating due to Brody's heavy breathing as he readied himself for his next move.

"Almost there," Brody said quietly, his muscles swollen to immense proportions.

(Brody getting himself
more vascular and pumped)

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ram grabbed hold of Brody's massive delts and traps and pulled himself to a standing position, supporting himself around Brody's neck. Both men were breathing heavily – one from exhaustion, the other from anticipation. Brody closed his eyes as Ram rested his head on Brody's shoulder, his chiseled jaw making contact with Brody's cherubic cheek.

"Thank you," the muscular farm boy whispered. Whether his gratitude was meant for Ram, God, or fate itself for making this situation possible wasn't entirely clear, but it was probably a combination of all three.

Brody then snapped his arms around Ram's torso in a colossal bearhug.

(Brody applying his bearhug to Ram)

The impact to Ram's spine was so sudden and so intense that all the breath was instantly forced from his body, prohibiting him from screaming as his mouth hung open. A wide-eyed look of shock was momentarily frozen on his face. Brody, on the other hand, roared with power, shaking Ram violently from side to side. He'd dreamed of this moment for years.

"This is what REAL power is, boy!!!" Brody screamed in his country twang. "A man-beast is no match for a beast of a man! A goat is no match for a bear! GRRRRRAAAH!!!" he said, lifting Ram off his feet and tightening his hold.

Brody stomped around the ring, each impact jarring his fists deeper into Ram's lower back as he held the 235-pound muscleman in his arms like a child. "I'm gonna break you in half right now unless you give!" he shouted to his opponent as he cinched the hold in tighter, further compressing Ram’s lumbar region. Ram billowed air through his cheeks, breathing like he’d seen women do while in labor as he tried to ward off the pain.

Not receiving a response to his threats and unable to see Ram's face with him hoisted in the air, Brody lowered Ram’s body to where his feet once again made contact with the mat to view his adversary’s pain. Grinning into Ram's nearly unconscious face, Brody shook his victim back and forth again, first violently, then more gently, savoring the feeling of their sweaty, muscular physiques sliding against each other before increasing the pressure of his hold, drawing Ram's incredible body deeper into his own, literally consuming him with his bearhug.

(Ram's view from inside Brody's bearhug)

"You said you were gonna breed me, but the only part of you that's goin’ inside me is your outie in my innie!" Brody smiled as he lined up their navels, then tightened his grip behind the small of Ram's back, successfully inserting Ram's extended bellybutton into the opening in Brody's abdomen.

"Yeaaaahhh!" Brody laughed. "You like that? Huh? HUH?" he asked as he squeezed Ram tighter. "That's as much of you inside me as you're gonna get! And here's a taste of what's in store for you!" he added as he ground his swollen crotch into Ram's package.

Ram's legs started to go rubbery, with Brody now supporting most of their weight even though both men’s feet were on the mat. His eyes began to flutter as pain overwhelmed his consciousness, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Brody.

"Oh, victory is so close I can taste it!" Brody said as he looked to the ceiling and shook his head, smiling. "Two straight falls versus the mighty Ram! No wonder the Bat beat you!" He then looked down into Ram's face and yelled, "Do you give? DO YOU GIVE, BOY?"

"Fuck you!" Ram spat.

"Oh, ho ho!" Brody laughed, somewhat surprised by Ram's defiance. "That's alright – I can MAKE YOU give!" he said as he once again lifted Ram off his feet. Brody was in ecstasy, literally bearhugging the fight out of his equally muscular idol, reaffirming his strength to himself and proving once and for all which of them was stronger.

Ram, however, had developed a strategy. His aggressive response to Brody's question as to whether he would submit was purposefully designed to anger Brody and cause the big country stud to predictably show off by lifting him off the mat. As Brody held Ram aloft, Ram maneuvered his thick legs around Brody's waist, locking on a tight bodyscissors.

"What's this?" Brody asked, somewhat surprised. "Still a little fight in you, eh? I like that. I’m gonna squeeze that fight right out of you!"

Brody began to shake Ram back and forth in his bearhug again, but doing so allowed Ram to gain further purchase around Brody’s waist with his bodyscissors as the sweat from their bodies allowed Ram to slide his legs around Brody’s torso more easily. Brody's lust and overconfidence had landed him in a trap, and now it was a battle of wills to see which man would either submit or tire first.

Brody stopped shaking his rival and strengthened his grip around Ram's back. The massive abdomens of both men beat against one another like large drums as they attempted to breathe in oxygen against each other’s crushing power, but with Brody supporting Ram’s full weight and caught within the tremendous power of Ram’s incredible thighs, the advantage was decidedly in Ram’s favor. As big and strong as Brody's arms were, they were no match for Ram's legs.

Both men’s bodies dripped with sweat as they growled and grunted while applying their holds, but Brody soon started having difficulty drawing air as he felt his breathing increasingly restricted. He tried tightening up on his bearhug more but couldn't find the strength to do so, and each time he failed to apply more pressure, it motivated Ram to squeeze harder on his bodyscissors.

As Brody began to feel more of the crushing pressure of Ram's thighs, he decided to abandon his strategy and live to fight another day. Reestablishing his grip once more, he brought Ram up and over in a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex. The impact from the suplex on his aching back – combined with Brody's 230 pounds landing on top of him – was enough to cause Ram to lose his bodyscissors, and since Brody was already laying on top his opponent, he attempted a pin. Ram wasn't about to let that stop him after what he'd just endured, though, and thrust a shoulder up at "two".

"Damn," Brody said.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Brody held Ram’s head off that mat and peppered his mask with punches. He then lumbered to his feet and dragged Ram up with him.

"I’m about to toss you a country mile!" he said as he lifted Ram into an overhead press.

It was an ill-advised move on Brody’s part, however, as Ram's bodyscissors had weakened his core much more than he realized. Pain shot through Brody's sides as he held Ram aloft, and because of that, he lacked the strength to stabilize Ram's bulk overhead. It was just the opportunity Ram needed as he kicked his legs violently to free himself of Brody's grasp.

Ram fell to the mat behind Brody but landed on his feet while Brody winced and clutched at the pain in his sides. Wasting no time, Ram hit the ropes running and rebounded, and just as Brody turned to face his opponent, Ram leveled him with a powerful spear. Totally unprepared for the move, Brody felt all the wind knocked out of him. "OOOOOFFF!!!"

Both titans laid on the mat gasping for air, their huge chests and bellies heaving several inches at a time. After a long rest, both men started to stir and eventually made it to their knees simultaneously, facing each other but still winded. Ram then threw a hard forearm against Brody’s head, rocking the big country boy back on his knees, but Brody rebounded with a fist to Ram’s jaw.

“Where I come from, we call that a ‘haymaker’,” Brody gasped with exhaustion.

Ram teetered back on his knees, only to come forward with a fist of his own to Brody’s skull.

“Where you come from SUCKS!” Ram panted.

Brody’s eyes went cross again for a moment after Ram’s blow, but he shook his head to regain his focus and retaliated with a forearm to the side of Ram’s mask.

Breathing heavily and glaring at each other while still on their knees, both men had the same idea of what was to come next, and both smiled at the realization.

“Donnybrook!” Brody yelled.

With that, the two men laid into each other with punches, the impacts echoing off the walls and ceiling of the old warehouse. Most men would have crumbled under the force of such blows, but not these two powerhouses.

As the slugfest began to tip in Brody’s favor, Ram grabbed Brody’s head and delivered a headbutt, stunning the big man. Once again calling on his amateur wrestling background, Ram leaned forward and took Brody to the mat with a fireman’s carry, then tried for a pin.

"One! Two!" but Brody kicked out.

Ram tried to avoid letting frustration set in. Surely his powerful competitor wouldn't go down that easily. He rose to his feet, dragging Brody up with him. Once standing, he tried whipping Brody to the corner, but Brody reversed the maneuver, sending Ram back-first to the corner instead.

Ram hung limply on the top ropes while Brody slowly approached, still groggy from Ram’s headbutt. With a roar of adrenaline, Ram suddenly charged out of the corner and delivered a vicious clothesline, flipping Brody end over end a full 450 degrees before he landed to the canvas on his back.

Still standing, Ram grabbed Brody's arm and pulled him off the mat and into a knee to the gut while he maintained his grip on Brody’s wrist. He then pulled Brody into another kneelift, then a forearm shot to the skull. Brody was powerless to stop the yo-yo like attack but was once again sent to the mat as Ram pulled him into a powerful short-arm clothesline as he released Brody’s arm and dropped on top of him for the pin. “One! Two!"

Brody raised a shoulder after “two”, but his break of the pin attempt wasn't nearly as forceful this time.

Ram regained his feet and dragged Brody up again, rocking the big man with a series of forearms, elbows, knees, and uppercuts, finishing off the combination with a huge discus lariat that sent Brody down hard to the mat. Ram leaped in the air and landed his full 235 pounds across Brody's prone 230-pound frame in a bodysplash, then went for another pin.

"One! Two! Thr- DAMN IT!” Ram cursed as Brody got a shoulder up just in time to beat the "three".

Realizing that Brody was still a bit rattled, Ram decided to chance a big move. He stood up and brought Brody to his feet. Ram then hit the ropes behind Brody and rebounded to deliver a thunderous bulldog, ironically using a classic rodeo maneuver against the cowboy. Brody’s forehead was driven hard into the center of the ring.

With Brody stunned and laying face-down, Ram saw his opportunity. He spun around on his ass to face Brody’s head, then dragged the big man's arm and neck into position between his legs before tightening his thighs and calves to apply a triangle choke. Brody was unaware of what was happening to him until he felt Ram's massive quads closing around his head and neck, but by then it was too late.

"Nighty-night, shitkicker," Ram snarled as he locked on the hold.

Brody resisted only a moment before rapidly tapping Ram's meaty thigh, signaling his submission. Ram immediately released the hold, causing Brody to fall face-first into his crotch. The feeling of Brody's hot breath on his package as he coughed and gasped for air, combined with his submission victory over his muscular rival, powered Ram's erection back to full strength.

"Go ahead and take it all in. You'll be seeing it up close and unwrapped real soon," Ram promised.

Between Rounds – Hefty Wagers

Ram sat up and rolled Brody onto his back while Brody continued to choke and sputter. "You alright?" Ram asked, gently shaking Brody's shoulder. "That was a pretty cool MMA move, man," Brody complimented. "I didn’t see that coming."

"Yeah, well..." Ram started to say as he dragged himself to his feet, wincing as he clutched his sore back and bending backwards slightly to stretch his lumbar muscles. He then placed a foot on Brody's heaving chest and brought both his arms up into a massive double biceps pose, making sure he was properly positioned for the cameras to record.

"... that's why Ram is King of the Mountain!" he said, finishing his statement and engaging in a series of amazing poses – lat spread, legs and abs, single biceps, and most-muscular – over Brody's fallen body. Brody looked up in awe, very much enjoying the show.

When he finished his posing routine, Ram removed his foot from Brody's chest and offered Brody a hand to help him to his feet, letting out a loud grunt as his injured back bore the weight of the big country boy’s bulk. Once standing, the two amazing musclemen engaged in a gentle hug, patting each other’s sweat-soaked backs for a great round.

"That was incredible," Ram said. "I've never had a match like this in my life." "I almost had you!" Brody grinned with his charming, impish smile. "You thought you had me. I was sandbagging," Ram replied. "What?!" Brody laughed, forcing Ram to smile, too.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat. I'm starving. I've got some protein bars in my bag," Ram suggested.

The two men gingerly exited the ring, both feeling the effects of their hard-hitting match.

"Gonna be sore in the morning!" Ram chuckled.

After getting more water and procuring some much-needed fuel for their huge bodies, Brody and Ram once again sat on the chairs in front of the large fan at ringside to cool off and converse. At first they talked about the highlights of their match thus far, but eventually their conversation turned to life.

"So why didn't you tell me sooner that you're Ram from The Cave?" Brody asked. "I wanted it to be a surprise," Ram replied.

"Well, it was definitely the best surprise I'VE ever had," Brody grinned. "Why do you wrestle for The Cave, though? I mean, it's not like you need the money or anything."

"You're right – I don't need the money," Ram stated. "In fact, every penny I earn from The Cave I donate to charity. I like to show those bigots and bible-thumpers that guys like us aren't the monsters they claim us to be. It also helps motivate me in my matches, knowing that I'm fighting for something more than just myself – that I'm fighting for a worthy cause."

"That's pretty noble," Brody commented.

"Thank you, but I'm not entirely unselfish!" Ram said as he flashed his killer smile. "Working with rich celebrities and their crazy demands causes me a lot of stress, and The Cave is a great way for me to let off some steam. It's also much easier to hook up with incredibly built dudes rather than going through the whole club and dating scenes. I'm a busy guy, so I don't have time for all that."

"Here, here," Brody said, holding up his water bottle to toast. “I’m usually working security at those clubs, so I don’t get out much, either.”

After clanging bottles and taking a swig of water, Ram asked, "So why haven't you told Cody and Ryan about your involvement with Rival?"

"I want to. I really do," Brody said, "but I just can't figure out when or how to do it. I don't want to lose them as friends, but I also don't want to lose my investment."

Ram nodded, his jewel-like eyes drifting off in thought for a moment. "My grandfather always says the three keys to running a successful business are to avoid creating problems where none exist, deal with little problems before they become big problems, and never turn friends into enemies," he said. "He also says to always treat friends with respect, even when you disagree about something."

"Your grandfather sounds pretty wise," Brody commented.

"He is – way more than me," Ram replied. "He and I are very close, and he made me the man I am today. Like I said earlier, my family is from New England, and we’ve owned a trans-Atlantic shipping business for generations, but my grandfather is the one who really took the company to the next level. He grew the business so much that he was able to acquire a trans-Pacific shipping company here in L.A. and merge it with our company. He moved to L.A. to run the Pacific division while my dad ran the Atlantic operation back home, and once Grandad retired and handed the whole company over to my father, he decided to stay here in Southern California because of the nice weather.”

Ram took a swig of water before continuing his story. “Grandad worked so hard when my father was young that he kinda missed out on my dad growing up, so he made up for lost time by spending as much time with me as he could. I’d fly here to visit him often when I was a kid, and that was a big reason why I wanted to go to college in Southern California – so I could spend time with him and learn from him. When I graduated college, I decided to stay out here with him. He's always supported me in everything I've done – sports, modeling, bodybuilding, business – without giving me everything I asked for. Growing up, if I ever wanted something material from him – like a motorcycle or a jet ski or something – I had to do something to help someone else in return. He taught me that helping others brings a lot more enjoyment than material things ever could. He also insisted that I start my own business before eventually taking over the family shipping empire once my dad is ready to retire."

"But how does hosting swank parties relate to international shipping?" Brody asked.

"When I told Grandad that I wanted to start a production company, I knew he wouldn't be angry or disappointed with me," Ram said. "I knew he'd support me 100%. He told me that basic business skills apply to any industry and are only truly learned through experience. He also said it's important to know how your business works, but it's even more important to know how people work, and the skills I’d learn from running my own production company and dealing with people as strange as some celebrities are would help me when it was time for me to take over the shipping business."

Brody nodded in agreement.

"I think Grandad would say that your secret involvement with Rival breaks his three keys to running a business,” Ram continued. “It’s creating a problem where none existed, and even though it's just a small problem now, it can easily turn into a much bigger problem later, especially since it could turn friends into enemies. Cody and Ryan are great guys, but they're not to be crossed – especially Ryan. He can be downright devious. I take it you heard about that whole 'Pink Punk' thing?" Ram asked.

"You mean how Ryan wore a fake belly under baggy clothes for months to trick Cody into thinking he was out of shape, but he was secretly working out like crazy to get jacked so he could humiliate Cody in the ring on a live webcast?" Brody replied.

"Exactly," Ram stated, "and that was only because he didn't think Cody respected him enough in their friendship. Imagine what he'd do to someone who he thinks is betraying him and trying to take his livelihood away by undermining his business! As a matter of fact, he just paid me a lot of money to destroy some punk kid in a Cave match a few weeks ago who hustled him in the past. Like you said, I didn’t need the cash, but after hearing what an asshole that Trent guy was, or ‘Havoc’ as he’s known in The Cave, I was only happy to work out some frustrations on him. That’s Ryan for you, though – he never forgets people who’ve wronged him.”

"Good point," Brody nodded.

"Secrets are only good when they involve a nice surprise, like me not telling you that I’m Ram from The Cave, or you not telling me that you were already in your Country Boy gear," Ram added. "The kind of secret you're keeping from Cody and Ryan isn't necessarily the good kind, but like I said, Cody and Ryan are great guys. If you explain your ideas about Rival’s business model to them the same way you explained them to me, I bet they'll support you like my grandfather supported me – especially if you’re willing to partner with them on certain things like you mentioned earlier. Heck, I bet they'd even be willing to help you out by giving you advice on what to watch out for when getting your promotion off the ground and how to build a successful website."

Brody sighed. "They really are good friends. It's just that I have everything tied up in this, and if things go wrong by me telling them what I'm up to, I could lose what little I've managed to save these past 15 years, as well as their friendship. I hate living paycheck to paycheck and having to do all these odd jobs and side gigs. I also want to get back into bodybuilding before I'm too old, but the food and supplements are so expensive."

"That's why I had sponsors," Ram stated. "I could connect you with some people if you like." "Really?" Brody asked as he looked at Ram. "You'd do that for me?" "Sure," Ram added, "if you talk to Cody and Ryan about Rival."

Brody frowned. "If it was just me, I would, but the other investors are afraid Cody and Ryan might try to take over – even if unintentionally. You've probably noticed that Cody can be a bit direct when he's motivated!" Both men laughed at what an accurate statement that was.

"It's a tough spot you're in," Ram commented, "but you have to realize that our community is very tight-knit. Everyone knows everyone, and they all talk to each other, so it's only a matter of time before Cody and Ryan find out about your involvement with Rival. Don't you want to have at least some control over when and how that happens?"

Brody sighed heavily again and looked down at the floor. "I don't want to be the hero in the ring only to end up the villain in real life," he said.

"Sounds like something my grandfather would say," Ram said with a smile.

Brody looked up at Ram and smiled back. "What would your granddad say about this whole underground wrestling thing?" he inquired.

"I think if anything like this existed back in his day, he'd definitely be involved!" Ram laughed. "Will your federation have a seniors' division? Granddad is in great shape for a guy in his late 70s!"

"I hadn't even thought about age groups!" Brody exclaimed. "You're a genius!" "You're making me blush again," Ram replied.

"Speaking of which," Brody said, "are we going nude for this last round? I've been hard for you for the past 24 hours now, and if I don't hump something soon – you, my hand, the turnbuckle, SOMETHING – my nuts are gonna explode!"

"Are you kidding me?" Ram asked emphatically. "Us rolling around with each other buck-ass naked? We'd blow our loads immediately!"

Brody laughed and had to agree. "Well, what do you say we make things interesting for this last round?" he asked. "Even more interesting than wrestling for stakes?" Ram asked, intrigued. "If I beat you, I get your mask," Brody stated. Even beneath the mask, Brody could see Ram raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"And not just the mask, either," Brody added. "I get the gauntlets, the loincloth – the whole gimmick. I become The Ram."

"Interesting..." Ram said, stroking his chiseled jaw. "And..." Brody continued.

"And?" Ram asked, looking even more surprised. "If I win, you have to wrestle at least one match for Rival under a new gimmick," Brody stated. "Hmmm..." Ram pondered. "And what if I win this last round?" he asked.

"Not that it’ll happen,” Brody joked, “but if by some miracle you manage to beat me again, I’ll give you these..." Brody rose from his chair and slowly slipped off his soaking wet faux-denim trunks to reveal a soaking wet royal blue posing strap underneath that was almost identical to the silver one Ram was wearing. He tossed his Country Boy trunks on the chair where he was sitting, causing them to cover the sweat print of his amazing ass with a wet "splat". The big country stud then assumed a relaxed bodybuilder pose to fully display his physique.

"Wow," Ram commented, seeing Brody in true bodybuilder attire for the first time since their brief encounter backstage at the national bodybuilding championship 4 years ago.

As further enticement of his offer, Brody engaged in a private posing routine for his new friend in his tiny trunks, hitting all the major poses and bringing Ram back to full arousal.

Finishing his routine with a monstrous most-muscular pose, Brody smiled at Ram slyly and asked, "Well?"

"You've got some great business ideas, Brody," Ram replied, slowly rising from his chair to look his new friend in the eyes, "but you've got a lot to learn about negotiation."

"What do you mean?" Brody asked, looking puzzled.

"You're asking me to wager my entire gimmick – a gimmick I've worked very hard on – AND possibly risk losing a couple of good friends in Cody and Ryan just for a pair of sweaty wrestling trunks?" Ram asked rhetorically.

"RING WORN wrestling trunks," Brody smiled and winked. "Plus, you get to keep my Country Boy gimmick."

"You mean the gimmick you'll be giving up anyway as soon as Buck's visit ends and your tag team is forced to dissolve?" Ram once again asked rhetorically. "No deal. Plus, I already have an awesome gimmick, so why would I want yours? No, you're gonna have to do better than that," Ram added, shaking his head.

"Like what?" Brody asked.

"If you're going to negotiate with someone," Ram stated, "you need to have something they want, and as it turns out, you do have something I want. I'm really intrigued by your business plan for Rival Pro Wrestling, and I think with the proper execution and funding, it could be quite successful and lucrative. So I propose that if I win – WHEN I win – this last fall, I take your stake in Rival... and your trunks."

"You mean, like... like buy me out?" Brody asked, somewhat taken aback by the wager.

"No, I mean I TAKE your stake, as in no compensation," Ram said coldly. "I could buy you out of your investment a hundred times over, but I want to TAKE it from you. You'd also have to cease all involvement with Rival, including participating in any matches for the promotion."

Brody looked shocked.

"I'm not trying to be a dick or anything," Ram continued. "It's just that during that last round, you lost focus. You tried merging fantasy and reality, and in the business world that kind of behavior will ruin you. Well, it doesn't get any more 'real' than what I'm proposing. I want you focused for this last round, and I want you fighting for something more than a sexual fantasy from some video. I want you fighting for your goals, your dreams, your ideas, and your future livelihood. I want 100% of your very best, Brody, and the only way I can get that from you is if you put everything at stake. It's the only way we can legitimately prove which of us is stronger. So what do you say, big man? Are you willing to put it all on the line for this last fight? How confident are you in your strength? Do you truly believe in yourself and what you can accomplish?"

Brody had a confused, almost pained look on his face as he considered the extreme stakes of the wager and the terrible consequences if he failed. He placed his hands on his hips as he slowly rocked from side to side while looking down at the floor, deep in reflection.

"I'm trying to help you," Ram added. "These are the kind of tough decisions you'll face if you're going to run a successful company."

After another moment of contemplation, Brody looked into Ram's steely gaze with an expression of both determination and a bit of suspicion, then extended his big right hand for a handshake.

"You're on," he said.

Ram removed his mask, once again revealing his gorgeous face. He then unvelcroed his gauntlets and tossed all three items on top of Brody's wet Country Boy trunks as a symbolic gesture of what was on the line. He turned to Brody and shook his hand, then folded his arms across his chest, giving Brody a deadly serious stare with his ice-blue eyes.

"May the best man win," he said.

To be continued …