BIGBeast: The New Guy 5

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"Uh oh. Time for my first match already? Who's up today? Godzilla followed by King Kong?"

Jimmy Wildfire doesn't look impressed with Steve's sarcasm. Jimmy replies, "Funny guy. Keep that sense of humor, jobber. Just two matches and some clean-up today then you're free. Until then, don't forget who's boss. Wear this." He tosses Steve white trunks, plus white elbow and knee pads. "Ring. 9am sharp. Just those, nothing else. And I mean nothing."

Steve nods, "Got it." He stretches his tanned muscular body out on the air mattress then rises with the thin white sheet hanging from his waist. He looks at the gear then asks jokingly, "Want me to wet the trunks down? Give the fans a thrill?"

Steve, the new guy.

My boss for this weekend smirks at the blond muscleman, "The way you sweat? It's gonna happen naturally, so why fake it? Now, I got other matches to get going. We done?"

Jimmy walks off without actually waiting for an answer. At 5'5"/155-lbs, my boss might be smaller than me or Steve, but he's got us whipped. As an uber-heel for BIGBeast wrestling, he's an intense dude who's beaten plenty of guys bigger than him. With the real king of BIGBeast in Florida, Jimmy is squarely in charge of this place during this busy weekend of filming.

Jimmy, the boss of BIGBeast
this weekend.

While I filmed ten different matches yesterday, I've been specifically assigned camera duties for all of Steve's action. Jimmy thinks I have an eye for his suffering. I say suffering because yesterday the rookie officially had his ass handed to him by three of the top heels in the business, plus a beatdown from Jimmy himself on Friday. They were all super-hot, so I don't mind the assignment.

For now, I'm just getting some behind the scenes shots. When Steve stretches his naked 6'1"/200-lbs of sculpted muscle, the thin sheet falls off. The hot new guy isn't shy about being nude in front of me. Why should be? Not only have I seen him strip down multiple times, but the guy is a super-hot blond Canadian muscleman who's got nothing to be shy about. This is the first time I've seen him fully hard and I can't focus on anything else. Wow.

Steve is a unique BIGBeast rookie. He's a very handsome 40-year old Canadian who's never really wrestled much. This has been a dream for him, one that he's proud to have accomplished. While he's older, I have to say that he looks a lot younger with smooth tanned skin, spiky hair and a light scruffy beard. I admire him for doing this and for his obvious dedication to fitness.

The naked hunk wanders off to the bathroom. When he comes back, he's soft, but still a total DILF. Steve stretches his amazing body out, reaching for the ceiling. Awesome. He winces as he twists, the impact of yesterday still lingering. I ask if he's okay to go and he says he is. He says it's just morning stiffness from a rough day followed by sleeping on an air mattress. Once he's done his stretching, Steve pulls on shorts then heads off for breakfast and a shower, while I head up to get my camera aligned for the room and wrestlers.

As an 18-year old film student who loves wrestling, I guess you could say that this is a dream for me, too. I'm just a small town farm boy who's 6'4"/200-lbs. I'd love to wrestle one day, too and Jimmy said he'd train me. We already worked on a few cool things yesterday during breaks. Jimmy says I'm good, but for now, I'm a videographer first. It's only my fourth day as "Camera-boy" here at BIGBeast. It's been fast-paced and tense, but also a ton of fun.

Me, Camera-Boy.

As I prep the ring area, I think about Steve's action. While all four of his matches have been squashes, all four have been great. I hope I'm capturing the drama of it all. From what Jimmy says, I am, but I've got to stay focused. I get everything set then head down to check on the wrestlers. I'm really excited about this next match, as it features Steve plus TWO of the best.

I check on the stars first, getting the levels set on the camera, testing it on their skin tones and gear. Both these guys have great bodies, so I want to make sure I'm doing them justice. With one in blue and the other in red, they look amazing. And against Steve is white? It'll be great. As veterans of multiple different federations, they know what they're doing, so it's more about them telling me stuff then me telling them anything.

When I finish up, I head to find Steve. For the first time, I know more about his match than he does. It sounds amazing, but I'm tempted to warn him. I just tell myself not to speak at all. Jimmy made it really clear that he wants me to capture Steve's authentic reaction when he walks in the ring room and that surprise can't be faked. I have to obey the boss.

I arrive just in time to see naked Steve. He steps into the white trunks, his ass coming at me. The white fabric slides up his smooth, muscular legs and over his beautiful bubble butt. He turns to me as he adjusts his manhood in the tight spandex, working to fit inside it just right. He reaches back and pulls at the leg opening, making sure everything is in place. He looks in the mirror and nods, pleased at how he looks.

Steve looks at me, "I'm not sure why I'm bothering. I'm probably facing some huge beast who's going to wedge them up my ass anyway, right?"

I just shrug. I feel bad not saying anything, because I feel like I know the handsome blond musclestud really well now. Last night, we had a real good talk. I'm half his age, but it was like hanging with a friend. I just remind myself that he's having fun and that he's doing great, so it's important to keep it going.

Jimmy won't say it to Steve, because he wants to keep him modest, but he absolutely loves what he's seeing. Steve doesn't know much about wrestling, but he's got amazing natural instincts for selling. I mean, he moves smoothly in the ring and rolls with everything. You'd think he's experienced and just put into the jobbing role, because he works like a pro. Not only can he take a ton of punishment, the guy looks and sounds great.

Steve models his white trunks for me once more and I give him a thumbs up. I head upstairs to the ring while he warms up down here. He's still got 10 minutes left before show time and luckily he doesn't ask me who he'll be facing, so I don't have to lie. I head up, because Steve's opponents will be waiting for him. Oh crap, my dick is getting hard just thinking about it.

BIGBeast Ring. 9am Sharp.

“You really wanna lose to me again, Jack? Remember last time we were here?”

“That was on a mat, Coop. Remember the last time we were in a ring? I won.”

Steve walks in on Jack Jacobs and Cooper Boston in mid-debate in the famous ring. Jack is beautiful in shiny blue trunks, while Cooper is hot as hell in shiny red ones. Both guys are in peak shape, pumped and ready to go. They’re friends, but they're rivals, too. They’ve tagged together, but they’ve also wrestled several hard matches against each other. Cooper won on the mats here in BIGBeast, but Jack won in the ring over at Stone Cold Wrestling.

Jack Jacobs.

Cooper Boston

With his white trunks on, Steve completes the red, white and blue picture. The blond muscleman just stands in the doorway, unsure what to do. I capture his excitement about his opponents along with his caution. He's not sure if he's interrupted something or not. The guys stop arguing. They turn and check him out.

Jack says, "How flexible are you?"

Steve responds by bending forward, folding flat. He jumps back into a plank then smoothly moves into upward dog then downward dog. I zoom in on his ass in the air before he flips into a bridge, thrusting his abs and bulge up. I move around him, capturing the dazzling yoga moves as he runs through a series of them, all showing that he's strong and flexible.

Cooper nods, “Okay, he'll do.” Jack agrees.

Jimmy signals for me to pause as he slaps his hands together, “Perfect. I knew this would work out.” Steve still looks cautious, so the temporary boss of BIGBeast explains. “These two have wrestled against each other before. They wanna wrestle again, but I said only if there’s something different about it. So you're what's different, rookie.”

Steve says, “Okay, that's cool. You guys are great. I'm a huge fan. It'll be a nice change for me, too. All I've faced so far are brutal heels. Be fun to be with two of the best babyface wrestlers.”

Jimmy says to Cooper and Jack, "This guy is great eye and ear candy but a total rook. You two will have to do the hard work, but I know you'll be happy with him.” Jimmy steps behind me. He slaps my ass and I start filming again.

Cooper says to Steve, "Welcome to Team Coop. Hope you're ready.”

Jack laughs, “Fuck off. He’s a Jack man. It’s you and me all the way, buddy.”

The two superstar studs get back to arguing about who'll get faster submissions then start pushing and shoving. I capture it all as a still-confused Steve is pushed towards the ring off camera by Jimmy. The blond muscleman slides inside the ring then circles the escalating confrontation.

Steve tries to calm things down, "We all have something in common, you know."

Jack turns from Cooper, "What's that?"

"Well, Jimmy kicked your asses. He kicked mine, too. That hold where he put you upside down on his shoulder, Jack? Remember that? He did that to me, too. And I love that moment when he knocked you out, Coop. That's what I was saying about being glad to face guys like you. You get the rookie experience."

Steve and Jack share this moment.

And Steve's been knocked out,
just like Cooper was by Jimmy.

"Enough talk. Time for action!" Jimmy rings the bell and we’re on just like that.

The Action Begins

Steve circles, trying to figure out the dynamics. These two are allies and enemies, so I get his nervousness. The three studs circle. Cooper pauses things then suggests a handshake. Cooper and Jack shake hands then stick out their arms for Steve. He reaches out, unsure who to shake first. Instead of choosing, he grabs for Cooper with his right and Jack with his left.

In unison, the two frenemies kick out, driving their bare feet into Steve's abs. THUD! OOF! He bends forward into a double front facelock. They grab either side of his white trunks then double-suplex him over. WHAM! The rookie arches up, holding his back. His face tells the story as he looks like he's in pain. The two frenemies spring to their feet then lay in with stomps. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Steve tries to roll away, but he's trapped between the two guys. Cooper grabs a leg. Jack nods then grabs the other. They lift and start to count. The jobber holds up his hands, "No, no, no!" The two younger wrestlers ignore his plea. They simultaneously pull the legs out hard, tearing the Canadian muscleman's groin. ARGH!

Cooper and Jack high-five then circle the moaning stud. Steve rolls to hands and knees. Jack grabs him by the hair, helping him to his feet. The rookie lashes out with an elbow to the smaller stud's chest. WHOMP! Jack steps back, but Cooper clotheslines Steve across the chest. WHACK! The rookie crashes down, but Jack and Cooper quickly work together to drag their prey to his feet.

As the two smaller studs lift him up between them, Steve moans, "Why?" They drop him down fast in a double over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! The hot new guy hangs down on their legs. Jack holds his legs down while Cooper pushes on his chin. The two occasional tag partners pound on the jobber's abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! Steve thrashes in the hold, unable to escape.

Cooper and Jack's tag team chemistry is on full display as they break down the third wheel. There's not much the helpless hunk can do, even if he was more experienced. The two guys tire of this move, letting Steve collapse to the mat.

Jack says, "We don't want to do too much damage or the contest won't be much fun."

Cooper nods, "Yeah, okay. But this is kind of fun, too."

The smaller, dark-haired stud says, "If you just wanna admit I'm the better man, we can keep doing this. I'm always up for wrecking rookies."

Cooper laughs, "You wish. Let's get started."

The Real Challenge

The guys drag Steve up then Cooper locks on a full nelson. The jobber struggles, but a couple of well-placed gut shots stop that. Jack tells the rookie, "Stop fighting. This isn't even part of the deal."

Steve grunts, "What deal?"

Jack walks to the edge of the ring. Off-camera, Jimmy hands him 20 numbered foam pieces. The smaller dark-haired stud returns then pulls out the front of Steve's white trunks. He drops the pieces down the front. They fall in, resting on the jobber's cock. When Jack releases the waistband, I zoom in on them running along the front of the white trunks.

The small stud smirks, "We're gonna prove who's the best by using you. We pull out a number then we have three minutes to get you to submit against whatever hold corresponds to it on that list over there. Got it?"

Steve fights in the nelson. He might be bigger and stronger, but Cooper is too good. His hands are locked and the rookie settles down as he realizes that he isn't going anywhere. Jack punches the rookie in the gut again. THUD! THUD! THUD! With the blond muscleman calmed down, the smaller stud reaches in. He fishes around then pulls a number out.

Jack says, "Huh, what a coincidence. Nelson, but a leg nelson."

Cooper throws Steve to the mat like he was trash, "No fair, I was just softening him up. You peaked." Jack shows him the piece then points at the board. Cooper just shakes his head, "You got lucky."

The bigger veteran moves in. He kicks the rising Steve onto his back. WHACK! Cooper plants his shin on Steve's chest then goes fishing in the trunks. He pulls out his move and smiles. "Ab stretch! Easy submission." Cooper turns and schoolboy pins Steve. He smacks the rookie's head, "Hold out on that leg nelson. Do not give or I won't just submit you to the ab stretch, I'll tear you in half. Got it? Do. Not. Submit."

As Cooper rises and moves off, Jack smirks, "Like he'll have a choice."

Round One: Scored tied 0-0

Jack: Leg Nelson

The clock starts and Jack moves in fast. Steve dodges at first, but he's forced to play along. I know that these two are among his favorites, so having them dig around in his trunks is probably a dream come true, but I bet being used as a human wrestling dummy isn't. He's going to be really sore after this one if these guys manage all 20 holds.

Steve uses his size and strength to push Jack into the corner. He lifts his knee into Jack's ripped abs then splashes his big muscled body on top of Jack, pinning him against the turnbuckles. The rookie warns, "I'm not going to just lie down for you two. What if I get you to submit, instead?"

Jack laughs, "Go ahead and try, rookie. Maybe you don't know, but me and Coop are rookie breakers."

The jobber starts to answer, but Jack grabs him around the waist. He actually lifts the 200-lbs muscleman up with a quick thrust and drops him onto a rising knee in a reverse atomic drop. SQUISH! Steve staggers backwards. With a pained look on his face then gets a foot to the abs. THUD! OOF! The muscle jobber bends forward into a front facelock then is flipped in a patented Jack Jacobs snap suplex. WHAM!

Jack stomps Steve's shoulders, punishing the rookie with hard, fast strikes. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The smaller stud isn't the strongest, but his lightning speed and ring skill can always even the odds. I zoom in on the rookie flipping and flopping as he gets punished. The muscle jobber tries to roll away, but Jack grabs an arm. He yanks it hard then comes down with an elbow drop that breaks down the weakening joint. WHACK!

As an inexperienced rookie, Steve's biggest problem is that he's slow. It takes him too long to react against a speedster like Jack. The bigger muscleman has barely finished reacting to the elbow drop by the time the smaller stud is kicking him onto his stomach and slapping on a surfboard. ARGH! Jack pulls on the arms again, really working the shoulders.

Steve moans then whimpers. Jack snarks, "Oh, so that's what real pain sounds like? Got it."

The smaller stud releases the wrists then jumps up, landing with his feet on Steve's shoulders. WHACK! Jack hops off then grabs Steve by the hair. He forces him to a seated position. Time is running down. You've got to weaken the rookie, but leave enough time for the hold to work. It'll be a tricky balance.

Jack smoothly moves into a leg nelson. He flexes his arms as he tightens the hold. Steve moans loudly, but doesn't submit as his shoulders are collapsed. Cooper yells encouragement. The smaller rookie reaches up and pulls on Steve's hair. His moans rise an octave, but Jack shakes his head, "Naw, that's not right."

With time winding down, Jack rolls from left to right, slamming the 200-lbs muscleman's strained shoulders into the mat. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Steve cries out then whimpers in pain. Jack settles back in the center with Steve sitting. He laughs, "That's what I wanted to hear. Scream for me." The smaller stud grabs Steve's wrists and lifts while tightening his legs. Steve's face contorts with pain as he gasps for breath.

The high-pitched whimpers echo in the room then it happens, "I give! I give!" Steve submits with just 20 seconds left in the round. Jack releases the hold and rises. The rookie rolls onto his side, moaning. The smaller stud puts his foot on Steve's aching shoulder. Jack flexes for me the taunts Cooper. As Jack starts to move away, I motion for him to stay.

I pan slowly from the suffering muscle jobber to the bare foot resting on him. I move up Jack's leg to his bulge the up the dark trail of hair to his abs and sculpted pecs. He flexes for me again and I linger on his awesome arms, shoulders and face before zooming out for a wide shot. I give him a thumbs up and he moves off, inviting Cooper to try to match him.

Cooper: Ab Stretch

Steve rolls out of the ring and rises slowly. He works out his shoulders and paces. He's already sweaty and sore, so I don't know how he'll survive this. No wonder Jimmy saved this for the second day. Cooper demands Steve get in the ring. He obviously doesn't want the muscleman getting any more rest than necessary.

The muscle jobber moves back in slowly. He bounces in the ring and nods. I zoom in on the twitching front of his trunks. He might be in pain, but he's liking this. The white spandex is wet, so it's clinging. It's also turning clear from the sweat. At this rate, everything will be very visible in another round or two.

Cooper signals for the clock to start and the two wrestlers circle. As they move in to lock up, the veteran hunk goes for an ab kick, but Steve is ready. He grabs Cooper's foot then twists, flipping the surprised stud all the way over. Cooper lands hard on the mat. SPLAT! Steve moves in with a series of stomps to Coop's abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! Cooper rolls away, out of the ring.

From his corner, Jack laughs and claps while Steve paces. Cooper slaps the ropes, cursing at the hot rookie. This is Steve's one and only advantage. He knows this round is all about the ab stretch, so he knows what to defend. I realize that Jack was smarter by mixing it up at first. Feeling cocky, the hot new guy lifts his arms into a double bicep pose.

Cooper turns red at being shown up. He leaps onto the apron carelessly, giving Steve the chance to charge at him. They collide and the hunky veteran goes flying off the apron onto the famous BIGBeast sofa. PLOP! The hot new guy stumbles backwards, but keeps his feet. From the side, Jack says, "Tick, tock, Coop. Tick. Tock."

The enraged hunk gets off the sofa then moves in more cautiously. Steve is smirking, clearly enjoying turning the tables on this game. He rubs his tanned six-pack abs as he asks Jack, "You never answered me. What happens if I get one of you guys to submit?"

Jack laughs, "You hear that, Coop? Jobber boy here is going to get YOU to give."

Cooper finally gets back into the ring safely. He points at Steve, "You just made things a lot worse for yourself. I was going to be a nice guy, but -"

Steve just charges, mid-sentence. Cooper's eyes go wide as barreled into with a stiff shoulder block. WHOMP! 200-lbs of tanned rookie muscle flatten the stocky veteran. The hot new guy grabs his opponent by the hair and forces him up. He whips Cooper into the corner. CLANG! The rookie follows in for a clothesline, but runs right into the savvy stud's raised knee. THUD! OOF!

As the rookie backs up holding his stomach, Cooper charges out. He clotheslines Steve down to the mat hard then stomps the hell out of his abs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! You can tell he's really angry at how this fall has gone, but it's his own fault. Especially as Jack mocks him about time running out.

Cooper drags Steve up to his feet. He steps over the rookie's hip and pushes him to the side. The ab stretch is locked on and the hot new guy is moaning in pain. The ring veteran pulls hard, straining the chiseled abs. When the Canadian hunk won't give, Cooper adds forearm smashes. THUD! THUD! THUD! Steve grunts with every shot, but he's barely moaning.

"Come on!" Cooper cranks harder, clearly frustrated.

While Coop struggles, Jack starts counting down. Steve groans and sweats, but I've seen him enough to know that he's nowhere near giving. Still, the hold is hot. I zoom in on his bulge and abs before panning out to capture the end of the round. Time just winds down with nothing more than a super-hot position.

Cooper releases the rookie, pushing him to the mat as he yells, "DAMN IT!"

Round Two: Jack leads 1-0

Jack hops back into the ring. Cooper is still angry about not getting the fall, but he's shaking it off. Steve rises with a smile. He's obviously proud of himself for holding out. Cooper and Jack move in. The rookie decides to just go with it. I mean, why wouldn't he want these two guys fishing around in his trunks? The hot new guy spreads his arms out wide and waits.

The smaller stud reaches in then pulls out his number. He nods, "Crab."

Cooper looks at Steve, "This better be a good one or I'll go so Doc Boston on your ass."

As the cocky hunk reaches in, Steve remarks to Jack, "Are there bad holds or just bad wrestlers who don't know how to apply those holds?"

Jack laughs, taunting Coop about how he just got burned by a jobber rookie. Steve smirks until Cooper grabs hold of his manhood. Taunting a frustrated superstar while he's got his hand in your trunks is asking for trouble and the rookie has found it. Cooper squeezes on the hot Canadian's junk, causing his knees to buckle. Steve has to grab one of Cooper's shoulders for support.

With his point proven, Cooper releases the rookie from the debilitating claw. He fishes around then grabs a number. When he checks it on the board, he smiles, "Full Nelson. Yes!"

Jack: Crab

Steve limps around the ring, still suffering from the claw. He reaches in to try to find a comfortable position for his manhood. He shifts the foam numbers to the side as he continues to wince and moan.

Jack smirks, "Ah, look at the jobber. Thanks, Coop. You made my job a lot easier." Cooper turns away, unable to watch. He knows it's true. In anger, he grabs one of the stuffed wrestler pillow and punches it before throwing it against the wall.

Steve says, "Calm down. I'm fine. I really don't see how your idiot move -" Cooper whips around in anger "- will help him beat me with a crab."

Jack slaps the timer on then lashes out with a surprise kick to the abs. THUD! OOF! He pulls Steve into a front facelock then grabs the side of his trunks. With a squat and lift, the smaller stud manages to suplex the rookie over fast and hard. WHAM! The hot new guy rolls onto his side to ease the pain in his back while Jack spins into a crouch.

The pint-sized veteran wrestler smirks, "Coop's 'idiot move' makes you even slower and even more useless in the ring, so I can take control fast and beat you in under a minute."

Jack grabs a handful of blond hair. He forces Steve up. The rookie throws his body sideways, trying to use his weight as a battering ram, but Jack easily dodges it. The hot new guy stumbles into the ropes then bounces off. The smaller stud kicks Steve in the leg, toppling him down. Jack quickly grabs the confused Canadian's legs and lifts them into the air.

Steve squirms, but Jack is so fast and agile. He slides his foot between Steve's legs and slams it down on the rookie's lower abs. THUD! With the hot new guy moaning and limp, Jack folds the ankles together and locks one under his armpit. He steps over, flipping Steve into a sharpshooter. ARGH! Jack sits back, really folding Steve's back.

The rookie can only moan in pain as he's locked in one of the deadliest crab variations there is. He tries to power out, but Jack has all the leverage. The veteran stud also has a free hand. He pounds the inside of Steve's knee. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! When Jack adds a little bounce to the move, Steve whimpers in pain. It's a telltale sign that he's close to giving.

Jack smirks, "Here's another way Coop helped speed this along."

The smaller stud releases the sharpshooter, but immediately pulls the suffering muscle stud into a single leg crab. He opens and closes his free hand then puts his hand under Steve's elevated pelvis. As he feels around, the rookie begs him not to do it. Jack does. He finds the big package and squeezes. The crab is weaker, but the ball claw speeds things along.

Steve whimpers his submission to the least effective of all crabs, not because of his back, but because of his manhood.

Jack releases the hold and dusts his hands. He holds up two fingers in front of my camera with a smirk.

Cooper: Full Nelson

Cooper comes in looking determined. Steve is up and pacing. He gently massages his package as he ambles from corner to corner. After a minute, the rookie squats down and holds it. He grabs the middle rope and bounces. With a nod, the Canadian muscleman rises. He says, "That's better."

Behind him, Coop quietly hits the timer. The seasoned muscle stud moves calmly, slowly stalking his unsuspecting opponent. As the rookie stretches out in the corner, Cooper jumps on him. He grabs the blond stud's head then slams it down on the top turnbuckle. WHOMP! As Steve bounces off, Cooper locks on a full nelson. ARGH!

Coop walks the bigger muscleman back. The rookie is too stunned to fight back, making it easy for the powerhouse pro to lock his hands. Cooper walks the ring, Steve stumbling and moaning. The hot new guy's big bulge is out as he tries to keep up. He tries to break free, but Coop is strong and he has all the advantages.

With his chin buried between his pecs, the handsome Canadian can only stare down at himself as he's whipped around, kept off-balance and helpless. Steve moans, but he doesn't submit. Cooper suddenly runs them forward, driving Steve into the corner hard. CLANG! The rookie cries out as his torso is rammed against the unforgiving turnbuckle.

Cooper uses the nelson to slam Steve's face into the top turnbuckle. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He pulls the weak jobber out then shakes him back and forth. Steve can't keep up. His arms go limp and his legs give out. He falls to his knees, giving the seasoned muscle stud even more leverage. The rookie finally cries out, "I GIVE! I GIVE!"

Coop throws Steve to the mat then flexes, "Yeah, that's right!"

Jack casually applauds as he enters the ring. Steve moans on the mat, sweating a ton. His white trunks are turning transparent and clinging to his bubble butt. I zoom in, getting great shots of his suffering.

Round Three: Jack leads 2-1

Jack kicks Steve onto his back. He sits down, putting his ass on the rookie's face and his shins on his shoulders. The smaller stud leans forward and reaches into the wet trunks. He rises with his next move - the bearhug. The look on his face says it all. The smaller stud doesn't really seem equipped to use a big power move, especially on a bigger, resilient rookie like Steve.

Cooper smiles, "Looks like we're getting tied." He kneels down then pulls out his move. A quick check and he bursts out laughing. Jack checks for himself and curses. The bigger veteran announces for the cameras, "Reverse bearhug."

Jack: Bearhug

Steve rises and stretches out, but he keeps an eye on the clock. Good to see that he's learning. Knowing he's facing two bearhugs, the rookie stretches out back. He hops out of the ring to do a few yoga moves on the floor before sliding back in and announcing he's ready. Jack smiles, "Gotta say, rook, I'm impressed at how your taking all this. We should team up sometime."

Cooper wags a finger, "No, no, no. Stop trying to trick him into giving easy."

Jack gives an exaggerated, "Whaaaaaat?" His smirk gives him away, so he says, "Well, I am impressed. You're doing great." Cooper agrees and Steve nods a thank you. He spins around, subtly adjusting his cock in his white trunks so it's pointing sideways. The hot new guys is getting bigger with all the abuse from these two superstar studs.

Jack finally hits the timer and the two guys circle. They lock up fast. The seasoned wrestler slips down then does a firearm carry to flip Steve over onto his back. WHAM! Jack dives forward with an elbow to the hot new guy's six-pack abs, obviously targeting his core. THUD! The smaller stud is fast, spinning to one knee then unleashing a series of knee drops to the stomach. THUD! THUD! THUD!

The rookie tries to roll away, only to get a knee to the back. WHACK! Steve rolls on his stomach, opening himself up to a back attack. Jack takes advantage, repeating the knee drops. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The seasoned stud grabs a handful of blond hair, rising and dragging the Canadian hunk up with him.

Steve aggressively pushes Jack away, breaking the grip. He pauses to stretch out his back. As the rookie bends back, he sticks his bulge out. His unlined white trunks are wet with sweat, clinging tightly around his large manhood as he thrusts it forward.

The muscleman is underestimating Jack's speed and the reach of his feet. The veteran spins then whips out his foot like lightning, the sudden kick sinking deep into the stretched abs. THUD! OOF! Steve whips forward, gasping for breath after the wild kick. Jack grabs him in a front facelock then snap suplexes him over. WHAM!

The rookie rolls on his side, whimpering. Jack nods, "Sounds like you're ready, big guy." The ring veteran drags Steve up by his wrist then whips him into the corner. CLANG! The hot new guy bounces forward, right into Jack's waiting arms. The smaller stud locks on a bearhug, squeezing with all he's got. Steve moans, but doesn't sound or look like a man about to give.

Time is winding down. The smaller stud lifts Steve up, but can only hold him for a few moments. He shakes the rookie, but the move is slow as Jack struggles to move the dead weight of his opponent. Cooper smirks, announcing just 30 seconds left. The seasoned stud runs Steve back into the corner. CLANG! He pulls him out and re-doubles his efforts.

It doesn't help.

Steve withstands the assault, groaning, but not submitting. With ten seconds left, the rookie clubs Jack across the back. THUD! THUD! THUD! The blows stun the smaller stud, allowing Steve to actually push free. Cooper counts the final seconds and the round ends with the rookie not even in a bearhug.

Jack growls, but says, "Whatever. Bearhugs aren't my thing."

Cooper: Reverse Bearhug (Jack 2-1)

Cooper pushes his way past his buddy, "Too bad, Jack. Let a real man show you how it's done." The bigger veteran strikes a double bicep pose, spreading his huge torso wide. The guy's lats are incredibly wide and his arms are thick with power. Compared to Jack's lean hotness, there's no question about who's really built to bearhug.

Steve is bouncing in his corner, energized by the sort-of-victory. With the rookie up and ready, Cooper casually starts the clock then moves in. He looks cocky as the studs circle. It helps that Jack did some work for him, even though he failed. Coop is bigger and stronger than Jack. They circle for only a moment before the hunky ring veteran moves in.

The rookie tries to surprise Cooper with a kick, but he's definitely slowing down. The more experienced stud catches the foot then whips it to the left. Steve does a 180, catching his balance, but the ring veteran is behind him. Coop wastes no time locking on a reverse bearhug. He squeezes tightly, crushing the already damaged core. ARGH!

Steve goes for an elbow to the head, but misses. Cooper shakes him in the bearhug then throws his limp body over with a big belly-to-back suplex. WHAM! The rookie wasn't expecting it and he crashes down on his shoulders and back then goes limp. Coop rolls into a reverse schoolboy, facing down the ripped rookie's body.

Cooper unleashes brutal. gut punches, softening the midsection even more. THUD! THUD! THUD! Coop forces the hot new guy onto his stomach then does a series of knee drops to the back. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The ring veteran smoothly pulls Steve into a core crushing body scissors that has the rookie writhing.

When the dominant hunk kicks the jobber free, Steve rolls to hands and knees. He clutches his abs as he kneels with head down on the mat. Cooper rises and stands behind him. Coop raises his arms, flexes then measures the hot new guy up. I expect Steve to try something, but he doesn't. Cooper bends down, grabs him around the waist and powers him up into the reverse bearhug.

Cooper squeezes hard as he tortures his victim. He shakes Steve and throws him from side to side. The rookie moans then cries out. He holds on, but he's unable to focus enough to mount any resistance. All he can do is try to outlast the clock. The Canadian hunk makes a good effort, but he's been manhandled by an expert.

Steve shouts as he taps Cooper's forearm, "GIVE! GIVE! GIVE"

Coop tosses the rookie jobber to the mat then flexes, "Yeah! All tied up and I got all the momentum. Too bad, Jack. This challenge is mine."

Round Four: Tie 2-2

The guys grab their next numbers, each happy with the results of this round's fishing expedition inside Steve's nearly transparent trunks Jack got the spladle and Coop got the hangman. Cooper hops out of the ring as Jack moves around the ring with renewed swagger.

Jack: Spladle

Steve looks at Jack, "I don't know why you're strutting. I do yoga. I can do the splits."

Jack nods, as if assessing the point. He opens his mouth to respond, but instead unleashes another surprise spinning kick to the abs. Here's where the endless punishment is obviously taking a toll. Steve sees the kick, but he's slow and drained by the opening session and six rounds of attacks. He's wrestled twice as much as his more experienced opponents and endured way more abuse. So he can see the kick, but he just can't dodge or block it. THUD!

Steve bends forward. Jack grabs him fast then rolls him over, easily applying a tight spladle. The clock has barely begun and the move is locked on tight. Steve moans, but holds on.

I move into the ring and circle. I zoom in, getting great shots of his wide open legs. The chiseled muscles of his inner legs are tightly stretched. I follow the smooth white flesh where his tan doesn't reach. I can see his hole through his soaked white trunks. In front, his meaty pouch is sagging down, dangling over his folded torso. I get his handsome face, contorted with discomfort as his head rests on Jack's abs, straining his neck.

Jack says, "You're going to be in this awhile. Just give now before I have to get mean."

Steve valiantly refuses. He's grunting and kicking, but he's locked up. The cocky veteran spreads him out wide and the moan goes up an octave. When Jack uses his free hand to add in groin punches to the soft inside of the jobber's legs, the cries get louder. POW! POW! POW! The untanned white flesh turns red as I film from above, Steve's taint front and center in my shot.

"What? They don't punch you in yoga?"

Jack searches the inner leg until he finds the one soft spot between the straining muscles and tendons. He cruelly claws the area, digging in deep. That gets the rookie thrashing. The more Steve struggles, the more pressure put in his neck. The savvy veteran holds tight, both on the claw and the spladle. The upside down and spreadeagle jobber is whimpering now.

With under a minute left, Cooper is screaming encouragement, but between punches and claws and just the pain of the hold, Steve can't last. Maybe in round one, but not now. He taps the mat with the back of his hand and says, "Okay, okay, I give. I give."

Jack releases one of his signature holds, "Yeah, you do."

Cooper: Hangman

The rookie takes his time making sure his groin and neck are okay before allowing the anxious Cooper to start the clock. Steve avoids any confirmation that he's okay, knowing the ring veteran will take any positive words as an excuse to hit the button. Coop wants to go now.

Cooper shakes his head, "I knew yoga was bullshit. You need to lift weights, buddy."

The cocky ring veteran flexes, showing off his impressive body. Steve very obviously lifts weights from his powerful and muscular body. He instinctively tightens his body and can't resist engaging in the posedown. Even after all the abuse, the rookie looks impressive. The Canadian hunk is pumped and sweaty in his white trunks that look painted on now.

The two studs share the mirror, doing a double bicep pose. Cooper remarks, "If you can flex, you can wrestle." Before Steve can react, the diabolical dominator whips around, punching Steve in the gut. THUD! OOF! The rookie bends over as Cooper starts the clock. Jack cries foul, but it's not like there are serious rules or anyone interested in enforcing them. The smaller stud frowns, but accepts it rather than be labeled a whiner.

Steve is up, but as he turns to lock up, Cooper kicks him in the gut. THUD! OOF! The ring veteran grabs a wrist then whips the rookie into the corner. CLANG! As Steve bounces out, he's speared back to the corner. WHOMP! CLANG! Cooper rises then forces the hot new guy around. The Canadian hunk is easy to move as he struggles to focus.

Cooper gives him no time. He turns so they're back-to-back. The dominant stud reaches back, locking their arms. He walks them out of the corner then bends forward. He lifts Steve into the hangman with ease, the bigger jobber lying down his back. The seasoned stud pulls the taller rookie's feet off the mat, suspending him by his arms and bending his back.

Steve moans as he lies there, all his weight straining his body and his back bent again. Then cumulative punishment is turning this into like a cavalcade of holds now. The rookie can't counter. He holds out as long as he can, but he finally cries out his sixth submission of the match. "I GIVE! I GIVE"

Cooper drops him then flexes again, running through a routine as the rookie lies in a heap behind him.

Round Five: Tied 3-3

The guys are really into this. Well, Jack and Cooper are really into this. I don't know if Steve is. Although based on his semi-hard cock, he probably is, too. There are still 14 numbers inside those sweat-soaked white trunks. The heels are cautious as they fish around, avoiding the obvious cock and going to the other side.

Jack is lukewarm to his hold, the scissors. Cooper happily pats Steve on the bulge "for luck" then reaches in. He gives a fist pump when he sees that it's a backbreaker. That should be a slam dunk for the bigger ring veteran.

Jack: Scissors

Once Jack starts the timer, they quickly circle and lock up. The non-stop abuse can make you forget that the rookie is actually a lot bigger and he's pretty strong. The rookie reminds us by powering Jack back into the corner. CLANG! He lifts his knee into the chiseled stud's abs. THUD! As the ring veteran bends forward,

Steve gives him a double axehandle to the back. WHACK! The blond muscleman grabs a handful of the thick black mop hair, dragging Jack up. He shoves the smaller stud back into the corner then slaps on a pec claw. Jack moans as the jobber's big hands squeeze his chest. The ripped ring veteran climbs onto the bottom rope as he suffers.

Jack grabs the top ropes then swings his legs up. He locks on a body scissors around the big rookie's waist and squeezes. Steve moans and his knee slightly buckles. Jack's legs tense as he works the hold. The rookie backs up, pulling Jack from the corner. The more experienced stud falls, but braces with his hands, softly landing on the mat. He keeps the body scissors.

As he hands from the rookie's ripped body, Jack crunches up. He slams his forearm into Steve's chest then drops back. THUD! He repeats the move. THUD! THUD! THUD! The hot new guy staggers from the combination of holding Jack's weight, the scissors and the body blows. When the more experienced stud throws his body to the left, the jobber is toppled. WHAM!

The jarring impact costs Jack his scissors, but he quickly reapplies it as a side scissors. Steve writhes on the mat. The struggle goes on, Jack encouraged by the pained writhing. As the jobber suffers, the dominant stud adds in an armbar then tries pec shots and even a bicep claw, but none of it gets him a submission. With time winding down, Jack is visibly frustrated by the rookie's resilience.

"Fuck, this is a waste of time." Jack leases the body scissors and kicks Steve out from his legs. He remarks, "You're tough, rook."

Even though he held out, the muscle jobber is moving slowly to hands and knees. It gives time for Jack to switch gears and lock him in a standing head scissors. The ripped thighs wrap around the rookie's head. ARGH! Jack squeezes then falls to the side. He squeezes on the head scissors hard. Steve's forehead is bright red as he moans and thrashes.

Jack tries his best, but there's just not enough time. Cooper counts down and Steve holds out.

Cooper: Backbreaker

"Shut up, Coop. I figured those bearhugs would have had his body screaming in a scissors. I made a mistake."

"It's okay, buddy. Those skinny legs and arms just can't get the job done." The bigger of the two veterans flexes, showing off his larger muscles. "Yeah, you're just not built for this kind of thing."

Jack looks at Steve, "You ready?" The rookie nods. Jack spins and punches Cooper in his smooth gut. POW! OOF! He lifts his knee into the hunched over stud's abs. THUD! OOF! As Coop drops to a knee, Jack says, "And I guess your abs weren't built for that. Try more than crunches and less beer." He slaps the timer on and steps out of the ring.

Cooper rises, looking angrily at his rival. Behind him, Steve shrugs and smoothly moves in. He grabs the puffier wrestler in a reverse bearhug. The rookie lifts him up and squeezes. Coop moans as his feet hang over the mat, his body attacked. FUCK! The muscle jobber shakes the ring veteran up and down. UNH!

Steve tortures the shorter Coop, but there's no submission coming. Cooper is too fresh for that. The rookie throws him down then unleashes his feet. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The ring veteran rolls away, under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Coop rises by a smirking Jack. Cooper makes a move at him, but his rival taunts, "Tick tock, buddy."

From the ring, Steve gets in on it, "We can start this round again. If you feel like you need the time." The rookie checks out his body, tightening his muscles. He rubs his pecs then runs his fingers down his six-pack abs. When he flexes his right bicep and kisses it, Cooper turns red and storms back into the ring.

Steve is waiting. He dives at the ring veteran, shoulder blocking the stocky stud to the mat. WHACK! They collapse in a heap. The rookie grabs a handful of hair and drags Cooper up. When he reaches one knee, the superstar whips his arms up between Steve's legs. SQUISH! The jobber bends forward, enabling Cooper to scoop him up across his chest.

The 200-lbs muscle jobber is heavy, so Cooper wastes no time. He brings him down across his knee with an over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! The tanned Canadian moans as he hangs in the hold, helpless and moaning. He battles hard to resist, but his cries are getting huger, faster and he's gasping.

Cooper can tell the rookie is almost in submission range. By now, both he and Jack recognize the telltale sound of when Steve is in real pain and that's now. Coop adds in ab punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! The force of the blows has Steve bouncing and crying out. Still, he holds out, fighting to hold on.

There's still plenty of time, so Cooper grabs Steve under the shoulders and knees. He squats up, lifting the 200-lbs of dead weight with him. He holds the bigger muscleman up like a baby then drops down with another over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! That gets Steve crying out. Only seconds later, he's admitting defeat.

"Oh fuck. I give. I give."

Cooper pushes Steve off his leg with contempt. Jack comes in, behind for the first time. As Cooper rises, he unleashes a nut shot to his rival. CRUNCH! The smaller superstar collapses in pain, curling up into the fetal position. Coop doesn't say anything. He just stands up and flexes over the two whimpering studs. His smile says it all.

As the two studs meet in the ring, Jack is wary about a cheap shot. He started it, but might be regretting it now. He reminds Coop, "Interfering during a fall is grounds for a DQ, remember."

Cooper casually says, "I don't need to cheat to beat him OR you, buddy."

Round Six: Cooper leads 4-3

Cooper is strutting now, feeling cocky now that he has a lead. Jack has recovered. When he goes for a number, he tries Cooper's lucky bulge pat before he digs in. Steve thrusts his bulge out, giving him easy access. He has no issue with these guys touching his manhood. It's probably why he's being so cool. Jimmy planned this right.

Jack pulls out a number then throws it away. He complains, "Aw c'mon! You get backbreakers and I get a freaking claw. Son of a bitch!"

Coop laughs, "Claw? With those tiny hands? Good luck."

Jack balls up his hands, "Tiny? They're bigger than yours."

Cooper ignores his rival. The puffy musclestud reaches in. He pulls out his foam number, checks it then declares, "It's over! Figure-four! I'm going up two. You'll never catch up." Coop turns to the rookie, "And you might never walk again. Yeah, I'm THAT good." He slaps his thick thigh then flexes his bicep, kissing it.

Jack: Claw

Jack curses his luck, but focuses fast. The guy's a pro and not one to give up. For his part, Steve looks pretty good for a guy who's been completely crushed for so long. The two studs move to lock up. Jack tries a surprise kick, but at this point, it's a bigger surprise when he doesn't try anything. Steve swats the leg away then charges in, getting a side headlock on.

Steve cranks on the hold, but Jack punches him in the kidneys three times. THUD! THUD! THUD! It's enough for the smaller stud to slip free. As the rookie turns, Jack jumps up with a dropkick that sends the big jobber flying back into the corner. WHACK! CLANG! The ring veteran is up fast, charging in and splashing down on his victim. SPLAT!

Jack hammers Steve's pecs with hard forearms. THUD! THUD! THUD! He switches to chops, slicing up the heaving slabs of beef. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The sculpted chest in lined with red marks as the muscle jobber sags in the corner. Jack thrusts his hands in for a pec claw. He squeezes hard, but the rookie resists.

The smaller stud climbs the ropes, straddling Steve as he increases his leverage. Sweat drips from the lean superstar onto the jobber's face as he works the hold hard. The Canadian hunk fights the hold, but he can't pry the fingers lose. Suddenly, Steve stops trying, instead whipping his arms around Jack's legs. He lifts the lightweight off the ropes and staggers out of the corner.

Steve stumbles to the middle of the ring, Jack suspended. The claw is gone as the ring veteran has other priorities now. He cocks his arm back then clubs Steve on the forehead with his forearm. CRACK! The muscle jobber is rocked, but manages to fall forward. Jack crashes down onto his back as the rookie stumbles backwards into the ropes. WHAM!

Jack rolls over, rising slowly. Steve hangs onto the rope, shaking out his head. The ring veteran moves in, but the rookie has learned a few things. He kicks out suddenly, catching Jack in the abs. WHOMP! OOF! The smaller stud bends forward, leaving himself wide open for the muscle jobber to club him across the back. WHACK! SPLAT! The ring veteran lands face down on the ring.

Steve drives his feet onto Jack's shoulders. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Now it's the ring veteran who cries out as the 200-lbs muscleman goes on offense. Jack tries to rise, but the jobber just jumps up and comes down on him. SPLAT! The rookie flips Jack over onto his back then mounts him, sitting on the smaller stud's package.

The rookie pounds on Jack's abs, turning things around. POW! POW! POW! The savvy ring veteran takes the shots, his tight ab wall holding. He whips out his right hand and gets a hold of Steve's prominent package in the nearly see-through white trunks. ARGH! The muscle jobber whimpers as his manhood is manhandled.

Jack topples Steve off him, rolling the rookie onto his back. As he kneels between the jobber's legs, the smaller stud adds a twist to the ball claw. The Canadian hunk moans and groans. He starts to whimper, but manages to crunch up and slam his fist into Jack's left pec. THUD! The impact is enough to distract Jack, allowing Steve to escape the ball claw.

Steve slides away then rises slowly. The two studs face off. As they move to lock up, Jack ducks the charge. He strikes at Steve's shoulders, karate chopping the thick traps. WHACK! WHACK! The rookie tightens up his shoulders and Jack strikes with a nerve pinch. The smaller stud steps on the back of the jobber's knee, dropping him down.

The shorter Jack towers over his kneeling opponent, straining to make the shoulder claw work. Steve's is contorted in pain and his arms are hanging limp, but he doesn't sound close to submitting. The ring veteran realizes it, too. He breaks that claw, immediately putting his hand on the handsome jobber's face. Jack squeezes tightly, trying to find a way to make the hold work.

Steve is pulled back into Jack, the top of his head resting on the smaller stud's bulge. He moans as the fingers dig deep into his temples. The rookie's arms start moving again and he reaches up, gripping Jack's wrist. He tries to pry the hand off him, but the fingers are dug into his temples too deep. The rookie gasps with short bursts of soft pained cries, but no submission.

Jack moves to the side then uses the claw to throw Steve to the mat. WHAM! The hot new guy writhes on the canvas as the seasoned stud realizes how little time he has. For once, the ring veteran seems at a loss. He kicks the muscle jobber onto his back then drops for an ab claw. ARGH! Steve thrashes as his core is torn up again.

The suffering stud's six-pack holds as time expires, leaving Jack with another disappointment. The smaller superstar rises, looking frustrated and angry. He knows he's in trouble now.

Cooper: Figure-Four

Steve rises fairly quickly, that round not doing a ton of damage. He adjusts himself and bounces. Cooper pressures him to get going, but the rookie makes him wait. He knows how devastating a figure-four can be, so I'm sure he wants to avoid it for as long as possible.

Finally, the rookie nods and Cooper starts the timer. Coop looks excited as he hunches over and moves in, getting the muscle jobber hopping around to avoid his opponent. Both guys know where the ring veteran is headed, but how he will get there is the mystery. Steve stays light on his feet, knowing that as soon as he plants them, his knees become easy targets.

Cooper charges in. Steve vaults over him, landing softly behind the puffy superstar. He kicks back, hitting the ring veteran in the butt and sending him to the corner. The rookie charges in, but he runs right into a low donkey kick that catches him on the left knee. WHACK! The muscle jobber staggers back as Cooper spins around.

The superstar stud dives at Steve's legs. The rookie tries to dodge, but this is where the abuse is really showing. He barely gets a few inches off the mat. Cooper slams right into his leg, clipping it out. ARGH! Steve collapses in a heap as the hunky heel smirks. Cooper says, "I could drag this out, but why?"

Cooper grabs Steve's feet as he rises. The rookie squirms, but he doesn't know how to counter as the ring veteran smoothly steps, folds and falls back. He lifts his free leg over Steve's ankle, securing the figure-four. The muscle jobber cries out, immediately whimpering and thrashing. The cruel Coop sits up to watch the helpless hunk struggle not to give.

Jack begs for Steve to hold on, but Cooper got the hold on so fast that there's a ton of time on the clock. For the first time, the muscle jobber has to give up quickly and easily, tapping the mat and crying out, "I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!"

Cooper releases the hold and rises. He laughs, "It just gets easier and easier." With a look at Jack, he adds, "Well, for one of us it's getting easier."

Jack can only snarl.

Round Seven: Cooper leads 5-3

With a two point lead, Cooper is strutting around, feeling really confident. Jack looks determined as steps over the moaning Steve's waist. He straddles the jobber then squats down, his ass hovering over the hot new guy's chest. The smaller superstar reached into the soaked white trunks. He fishes around then pulls out a piece of foam.

"16? Camel clutch! Oh yeah, beautiful hold." Jack spins around then taps Steve's face, "Get ready to give this time, big boy. I got you this time."

Steve sarcastically replies, "Promises, promises." When Jack rises, the rookie goes back to working out his leg as he lies there. He stretches it out and back, testing it. At this point, the hot new guy is just going with the flow. He's accepted his role, but I love that he's not making it easy on the guys.

Cooper saunters up, circling before he bends over. He says, "Whatever, Jack. It's too late for you to catch up anyway." The bigger muscleman pulls out his move. I see his smirk turn to a frown and his face gets red as he realizes what he got. Cooper stands up, "No fucking way! I'm picking again."

Jack blocks Steve's trunks and grabs Cooper's wrist. He pulls the foam from his fingers then reads it. He immediately bursts out laughing. "Lucky 13? Grapevine? Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha. Oh man, that's hilarious. Good luck, Coop."

Jack: Camel Clutch

After losing a lengthy debate, Cooper sulks on the top turnbuckle while Jack circles the rookie. The bigger star's tantrum gives Steve a little extra time to recover and work out his legs. He rises slowly, stretching out. Jack lets Steve walk off the figure-four leglock before starting the clock. I get Jack's strategy. Weak legs only help his opponent.

Finally, Jack starts things. The two studs circle the ring. The smaller stud moves in fast for a lock up. He dives low, but Steve is ready for that. He blocks the move, but Jack is two steps ahead. The hot blond muscleman lowers his head right into a front facelock. Jack grabs the side of the rookie's trunks and snaps him over with one of his trademark snap suplexes. WHAM! Steve moans as his back is attacked again. He rolls over, trying to relieve the pain.

Cooper whines, "C'mon, man. Don't expose you're back to him!"

The comment comes too late as Jack unleashes hard stomps. THUD! THUD! THUD! The rookie bounces with every boot. Jack might be small, but he knows how to make every move count. Pound-for-pound, the guy is one of the best wrestlers in BIGBeast, only jobbing when he's forced to by storyline. The relentless stomps have Steve writhing under foot.

Jack smoothly slides on top of the bigger blond hunk. Steve tries to rise, getting to hands and knees with the smaller stud riding him. The younger wrestler smirks as he plants his feet then jumps up. When he comes down, he slams his ass into the hot new guy's back, flattening him. POW! SPLAT! Jack casually sits on his prey, ready for his hold.

Jack reaches forward and grabs Steve's powerful arms. The rookie isn't as focused now, so by the time he struggles, it's too late. The smaller stud forces the arms up and over his legs. He grabs under Steve's chin and locks him in the dreaded camel clutch. The blond hunk moans as his back is targeted again, his whimpers filling the room as he suffers.

Cooper moves in, getting right in his face. "Don't you give. Hold on man. Hold on! Just a couple of minutes. You can do it. I know you can."

Jack says, "Back in your corner, Coop. I got this and there's nothing you can do about it."

Cooper reluctantly steps back. The handsome veteran paces in his corner as the rookie is bent back. Thirty seconds pass and no submission. Jack pulls hard, but all he gets is loud, erotic moaning. He threatens a sleeper, but the hot new guy won't give. Jack gets mad. He realizes that if he puts Steve out, Cooper could slap on a grapevine then just test an unconscious Steve's arms and get credit for a win. He needs the jobber to say the words.

With time ticking down, Steve's resilience once again has Jack frustrated. The young buck reaches out then forces his fingers into the hot rookie's mouth. Jack pulls on the fish hooks, stretching out the older hunk's lips. That gets Steve whimpering and his feet kicking violently. Emboldened, Jack pulls back harder and the sweaty victim has no choice.

Steve spits out a garbled submission, "Okway, okway, I gwive."

Jack lets up a little, "Say it again. I want Coop to hear it clearly."

"I give!"

"Yeah, you do." Jack pushes Steve out of the camel clutch then rises. He poses over Steve's exhausted carcass before moving off.

Cooper: Grapevine

Cooper snarks, "You're still down one. Even with this lame hold, I'll be leading no matter what." He turns to see Steve rising, bent over and breathing hard. Cooper throws a towel at him, "Dry off. This is going to be hard enough. I don't need you slipping free."

The blond hard body takes the towel and starts wiping down his smooth tanned skin. The white towel pops against his body. Steve takes his time, starting from his head then moving down his body, caressing every inch with the terry cloth sheet. When he's done, the rookie tosses it aside then stretches. Steve opens his legs out wide and bends forward. He's almost in a side split.

Steve lifts his torso up and smirks, "Good luck with getting me to give to a grapevine."

Cooper snarls as the rookie lowers himself into a position where his legs are more open than they will be in the hold. The infuriated superstar starts his clock, immediately firing out a superkick that nearly takes Steve's head off. CRACK! The hot new guy drops down in a heap, writhing on the mat.

Cooper circles him, "Good luck with eating solid food tonight, you stupid jobber."

Jack laughs from his corner, amused at the exchange. He reminds his friend that time is counting down and a knockout by superkick is worthless. Cooper waves him off as he drags Steve to his feet. The jobber is wobbly, but able to stand. The dominant superstar spins his dazed muscle toy around. He grabs him around the waist then lifts, dropping Steve into an atomic drop aimed right at Jack. CRACK! The jobber flies forward, splashing his 200-lbs of exhausted muscle into the surprised Jack Jacobs on the ring apron. SPLAT!

Steve stumbles backwards, falling onto his gorgeous ass, while Jack flies back onto the sofa. Cooper dusts his hands, like 'job done'. The smaller stud shakes out his head then rises off the couch, looking angrily at his friend. "You did that on purpose." He tightens his fists, but restrains himself. Jack realizes that Cooper is trying to provoke him into a DQ by interference this round.

When Jack holds back, an amused Cooper shrugs, "You gotta admit, it was worth a try."

Jack smiles and nods, "Smart. How'd you come up with that one?"

Cooper opens his mouth then wags his finger, "Don't be wasting my time."

Now it's Jack's turn to shrug, "It was worth a try."

Cooper turns then measures Steve on the mat. The dominant dude leaps in the air. He splashes down, but the recovered rookie has lifted his knees. A shocked Cooper slams down onto them. WHOMP! He bounces off, holding his midsection as the rookie rolls to the ropes.

Cooper curls up on hands and knees, getting his wind back. Steve uses the ropes to rise. The jobber looks at the clock, "A grapevine really won't work if you never apply it."

The superstar pounds the mats with his fists then springs up, ignoring his sore abs. He charges at Steve who meets him for a lockup. The muscular rookie literally throws Cooper backwards into the opposite corner, overpowering the veteran BIGBeast wrestler. CLANG! The hot new guy charges in, only to run right into a boot to the abs. THUD! OOF!

Steve staggers backwards then rises just in time to be flattened by a clothesline. WHACK! WHAM! Cooper dives down on top of his prey then wraps his legs in Steve's. He spreads them wide as he holds the rookie's wrists to the mat. Cooper opens Steve up as wide as he can. The jobber moans loudly as his legs are forced out.

Sweat from the Cooper's face drops down onto Steve's face as he suffers. Meanwhile, I spin to film up between his legs. The double taint shot is a beauty, especially with Steve's white tights being basically see-through at this point. They're so tight and clingy that everyone can see pretty much everything.

As sexy as the position is, I can tell from Steve's moans that he's only at level one of pain. His grunts are still deep and long. Cooper needs to be hearing higher-pitches gasps and whimpers, but they're not coming. The clock ticks down to zero and no submission comes. I doubt it was even close. The veteran rolls off to the side, rising with an angry look on his face.

Cooper complains, "I told you that was impossible. Who even put it in there? Gimme another."

Jack smirks, "Like the rookie said, there are no bad holds, Coop. Just bad wrestlers."

"Who you calling a bad wrestler?" The beefy muscleman flexes his thick biceps, spreading his lats wide. "I'm still leading."

Jack shrugs and circles behind. He slaps his buddy's ass, "Whatever. Don't skip leg day next time."

"You're knocking MY legs? Yours look like toothpicks! He laughed off your body scissors." Cooper tightens his legs up, showing off the definition in his thick limbs. "You're just lucky I didn't get a real hold and you didn't get the stupid grapevine. Otherwise this would be over."

Jack stops. He looks at Steve then at Cooper, "Okay, here's a deal. Double or nothing. I'll do the grapevine and if I get it, I get two points."

Cooper laughs, "What? You're joking." The smaller stud just stares back, hands on his hips. The bigger hunk nods, "Okay, go for it. I'm ready for this to be done anyway."

Round Eight: Cooper leads 5-4

Steve waits in his corner, looking refreshed since he got to dry off and spend the last round with some offense or in a grapevine that clearly had no effect on him. With Jack's move set, Cooper moves in and fishes for his next one. The rookie puts his hands behind his head with a big smirk, obviously liking the veteran's hand roaming around.

Cooper looks at his number then the board. "Choke? YES! Now that's what I'm talking about! Good luck with your grapevine, Jack."

Jack: Grapevine

Jack ignores the taunt. He looks Steve up and down. The rookie looks back, "Sorry to tell you this, because I am a fan, but you shouldn't have done this, Jack. I wasn't even close to giving. Until you clawed me, I held out against the spladle. Cooper's grapevine wasn't even close to that."

The smaller superstar smiles, "Talk to me in three minutes." With that, he starts the clock.

The rookie shrugs then moves to lock up. When they do, Jack goes low. Steve tries to lift his knee, but the smaller stud grabs it. He lifts fast, toppling Steve down. Jack drops an elbow into the inner thigh. WHACK! He pins the leg down then forces Steve's other leg up and out, straining the groin. ARGH! Jack really stretches the tender muscle as he focuses.

Jack starts in with fists to the inner leg. POW! POW! POW! Repeating his successful strategy from the spladle, the ring veteran unleashes a relentless assault on the leg muscles. He stretches, twists, punches and knees the tender flesh, torturing his prey. By the time he's done, Steve is a whimpering mess.

The dominant stud forces Steve to his feet. The Canadian hunk can barely stand, hobbled by the abuse. Jack pushes him to the corner then drapes his leg over the middle rope. He kicks the tenderized inner leg. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Steve tries to push Jack away, but the smaller stud comes right back in. With one leg trapped, the jobber can't do much to stop him.

Jack spends two minutes assaulting the legs. He grabs Steve by the hair and pulls him free, sending him to the mat. PLOP! The smaller stud grabs his feet, lifts then tears at the inner legs with a wishbone move. Steve cries out then rolls onto his side, whimpering. The ring veteran nods as he kicks the compliant jobber onto his back.

Jack climbs on top, easily applying a grapevine to the suffering stud. Steve moans as his aching legs are opened wide. With all the leg work, this hold is also attacking the hot new guy's knees as Jack's feet push on them. Steve thrashes, his wrists held down by Jack's hands. He holds on, but he's definitely whimpering.

With 30 seconds left, the rookie submits. Cooper slams the wall as Jack releases the hold. The smaller stud straddles the hot new guy's waist and flexes. He smirks, "And that's how it's done, buddy. Looks like I'm up one."

Cooper: Choke

"I can't fucking believe you got that. He's cheating. Me, he fights. You, he lies down for." Cooper grabs Steve by the throat, forcing him up. He pushes the stumbling rookie into the corner. The handsome superstar slaps the hot new guy. SLAP! "Why'd you give? Are you trying to embarrass me?"

Steve shakes out the cobwebs. He says, "You try having your groin mauled in a spladle then stretched out by a guy like you then your legs pounded by Jack for two minutes. My knees and groin were killing me. See how long you can hold out after that. If you want, we can do it now. I'll be you, you be me and Jack can be Jack."

Jack laughs, "Damn right, rookie. You tell him. So fucking feisty, I love it. Wanna try, Coop? Spread those legs and we'll see if the guy is right."

Cooper frowns, "I still don't buy it. Fuck. Two cheap points."

Steve spreads his feet then bends forward to stretch out his back. With a sudden slap, Cooper angrily slams his timer on. He again kicks out, slamming his foot into the back of the rookie's hanging head. WHACK! The rabbit kick sends the hot new guy down in a heap. The superstar circles the moaning pile of tanned muscle.

Cooper grabs a handful of hair then drags Steve up to his feet. The veteran wrestler pushes the stunned stud into the corner. The rookie can barely stand, basically out on his feet. He hangs on the turnbuckle as his dominator spits on his hands and rubs them together. Cooper carefully wraps his hands around his prey's throat. With a sudden thrust, he lifts the jobber by the choke.

Steve cries out then silently thrashes as the life is choked from him. He has no choice but to lift his shins, bracing them on Cooper's thighs. The helpless hunk gurgles and gags, unable to make much sound before he's dropped to mat, completely limp. The hot new guy writhes on the mat then feebly tries to crawl away. He gets two inches before Cooper has him by the trunks and hair.

Cooper pulls on the white trunks, lifting them off Steve's smooth butt cheek as he drags the dazed jobber to his feet. The ring veteran pulls the wobbly Canadian into a bearhug then lifts his arms into a standing front naked choke. Their bodies are pressed together tight as Cooper's grip tightens around Steve's head.

The rookie's hips are swaying and his arms are flailing as he feels the deadly vice around his head. I notice his cock is tenting the white trunks, now clear with soaked sweat. Steve moans, begging Cooper not to put him out. He taps Coop's ass twice before his hand falls away limp. I know the rookie hates being put out, so his quick submission to the threat of the sleeper is no surprise.

Cooper, however, has other ideas. Instead of releasing the hold, he keeps it on. Their amazing bodies stay locked in the tight embrace. Steve's big muscles get more and more limp, even as his trunks get more and more full. The rookie's legs are spaghetti at this point, his arms swinging uselessly.

Suddenly, I see Cooper flex his arms then Steve's 200-lbs of muscle go completely limp. The handsome veteran opens up, letting the wrecked rookie collapse to the mat. He falls onto his stomach, an unmoving mess of sweaty muscle hunk. Cooper kicks him with his foot, but the rookie is done.

Jack moves in. He drops to one knee then looks at Cooper with a frown. The handsome hunk just shrugs. Jack tests Steve's arm, lifting then letting go. PLOP! The smaller stud looks at Cooper and shakes his head. He lifts then drops again. PLOP! The blond muscleman doesnt react. Jack sighs then tries for a third and final time. PLOP! Steve is done and unconscious.

The smaller stud rises. In unison, Jack and Cooper look down at the lifeless carcass then over at Jimmy. They both put their feet on their victim and flex. Cooper asks, "What now? Wake him up?"

In the back of the room, a smiling Jimmy rings the bell, calling an end to their "match". The stud's protest that it can't end in a tie, but Jimmy reminds them that he warned them a knockout would end it. He explains that it's not worth the risk to wake a guy up then keep beating on him. Especially after 48 minutes of punishment.

That's a Wrap: Final Score 6-6

While the veterans are frustrated, Jimmy declares this destruction a winner and tells them he'll figure out another way for them to settle the score. He says, "We won't position it with you guys keeping score. As ‘HunkSmash’ matches go, you guys really brought the smash."

Cooper clears his throat and flexes, "Hey, I brought the hunk, too, Jimmy."

Jimmy nods, "Yeah, you're right. Maybe this will end up as a Rookie Wrecker or a new Iron Men series. Now, pick up from him going out and you two bent over. I don't wanna be on this video."

The guys nod, resuming their previous positions looking down at Steve. I move so the cut can be cleaner. They stand up and Jack puts his hands on his hips. He looks at Cooper, "Why'd you put him out, man?"

Cooper shrugs, "Sorry. Guess I don't know my own strength." He flexes his big arms biceps then kisses his biceps. The smirk exposes his pride in knocking Steve out, even though it technically ends the match in a tie. Hopefully fans don't get disappointed by not having one winner.

I pan up and down Steve's wrecked body as he lies on his stomach. I pull back to get a great shot of all three studs. The two winners pose over their unconscious victim. The jobber's white trunks are pulled up on the right side, exposing his cheek. Not that it matters. They're soaked basically clear and clinging tight to his firm round ass anyway.

I give a signal, asking them to flip him over. Cooper obliges, using his foot to roll Steve into his back. Awesome. Another round of panning by me and posing by the winners. The unconscious rookie's cock is still semi-hard, looking beautiful in the unlined trunks.

Jack looks down at the blond muscleman, "You sure we can't just wake him up?"

Cooper nods, "Nah. This jobber did good, but he wouldn't be much of a challenge at this point. We've wrecked him too much. I can always beat you another time in a real match."

The two playfully argue about who's the best all the way out of room, leaving Steve sleeping. I climb in the ring, finishing the match with long, loving shots of the destroyed jobber.

The End