The Cave Undercard 22: Moneymaker vs. Red Marvel

The Locker Room

“Fuck no.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Miguel asks suspiciously, “You're not gonna try to change my mind?”

I shrug. “No. Why would I?”

The freshly showered bodybuilder heel goes quiet, but the silence almost echoes in the locker room. His eyes narrow as he tries to figure out my game. Unfortunately for him, he can’t because I'm not playing one. I honestly don't care if he accepts this match or not. I promised that I'd try to set up a match with Miguel for someone and I've done that.

Miguel aka Moneymaker.

I see his jaw tense as his pumped post-workout muscles flex involuntarily. I fold my arms across my chest and wait. I have time. I get why he's suspicious. I have a well-deserved reputation for getting guys to do what I want. So, my passiveness is confusing him. And it's actually making him more likely to accept this match he doesn't really want.

My name is Cody. I'm co-owner of The Cave with my best friend Ryan. It's a superhero-themed, gay-oriented wrestling video company. The muscle stud I'm talking to is known as Moneymaker at The Cave. He's one of our most popular stars, but he's having some trouble lately. In spite of a great record in the ring, the handsome heel isn't getting the respect he feels he deserves from fans or other wrestlers. Some folks are even laughing at him after a couple of amusing (i.e., humiliating) moments. With an ego as big as his, it's tough for him to take.

It's his own fault. After viciously humiliating Javi aka Night, his tag partner of six years, the 6’1”/220-lbs Moneymaker has taken the easy route to success in singles, facing smaller guys and jobbers. Plus, he's frequently used the outside help of his twinky henchman Valet to get those wins. It doesn't exactly make the best wrestlers think he's on our level. He's only faced one tough opponent, me in my alter ego as The Bat, and I easily won.

The offer on the table is for Moneymaker to face Buck, a rookie who's older and bigger than he is. The mystery has the heel hesitating. He's nervous about a trap, but he can't quite figure it out. And so, I wait. Of course, I don't care if he's respected. I care if he sells. And he does.

Miguel says, “Tell me more about him.”

“I don't know that there's much more to tell. His name is Buck. 35-years old. He's a high school jock friend of Brody’s. He's a farmer. He's visiting LA for a few months. He's 6’2”/240-lbs. Big, but more in a hard-working, beefy way. He wants to wrestle for The Cave. I'm just trying to set up a good match for him while he's here.”

“Jock. Wrestling team?”

“Football. He wrestled for fun as a kid. Him and Brody imitated pro wrestlers in their barn, but our first match was one of his first times actually in a ring.”

“You've wrestled him?”

“Twice in singles. Twice in tag.”

“In singles, you beat him both times?” I tilt my head and give him a ‘you even have to ask’ look. He nods, “Sorry, of course you did. How?”

“First time with a figure-four and sharpshooter. Second time with a spladle and stump puller.”

“Stump puller?”

“It's a move where you - “

“I know what it is, Cody. He gave to a stump puller?”

I shrug, “Not right away. I'd worn him down first. Look, Buck’s a big, burly farmer. He's not exactly doing yoga every day. He's strong. He's got good instincts. But he's not me.” I can tell the muscleman is wavering, but I'm over it. “You asked for someone bigger, but you won't wrestle …” I count on my fingers, “Ryan, Josh, Beau, Ram, Pete - “

“They're villains.”

“Villain vs. villain sells.” I sigh, “I'm done. This guy is a rookie with limited experience. If you won't face him then you won't ever face anyone who's bigger. But you don't have to. Ever.”

Miguel gives me a skeptical, “Really.”

“Frankly, I don't see what you're unhappy about. You're a best seller with a solid gimmick. Your sales bonuses are only behind me and Xaq. You're getting a ton of custom match requests. Now with Valet wrestling, you're doing even better financially. We'll book you or him for a match any time and twice on Sunday. You're a star around here.”

Miguel nods, “Thank you for acknowledging that.”

“It's true. If you only want handicap matches against inexperienced lightweights, I'm fine with that. So what if people don't respect your record? So what if Iceberg sat on you and forced a load out of you? So what if a jobber like Ace humiliated you? So what if you needed three-on-one odds to beat a skinny rookie like PoleStar? So what if - “

“Enough! I get the point, Cody.” His eyes narrow, “I thought you said you didn't care.”

“I don't. I just like yanking your chain.”

“Yes. Yes, you do. You're lucky you're so … you. I wouldn't put up with it from anyone else. That smirk. Playful tone. You're insulting me, but all I want is to rip your clothes off and fuck in the shower stall.”

I shrug, “It's my superpower. Well? In or out?”

Miguel thinks, “Fine, I'll wrestle this Buck guy. But I want anything goes stakes. No limits. I'm gonna destroy him so bad that everyone will know not to mess with me. Ever. After this match, everyone is gonna respect the Moneymaker again. Yeah, it's time to remind everyone what I did to Night and I'll start with this farmer.”

“Okay. I'll set it up.”

In the Locker Room

Buck.

“Thanks for setting this up, Cody. And for all the tips and training.”

“No problem, Buck. I'm happy to have you join The Cave. Still surprised, but happy.”

I check out the big farm boy. He looks great as he starts getting into his Shazam-inspired gear. Red briefs with a white lightning bolt in front, trimmed in gold. Gold boots. Gold forearm gauntlets. Gold face mask around his eyes and covering his forehead and cheeks. And a red cape with hood, also trimmed in gold. It's held on by a gold rope that cuts between his meaty pecs. Perfect.

“And getting to be Captain Marvel is awesome.”

I smile, “Remember, it's Red Marvel in The Cave. You look fantastic.”

Buck smiles then looks past me. I know he's looking at his buddy Brody, who is quietly getting ready in the corner. I'm mad at Brody, so he's wisely staying out of my way. However, I know Buck is doing this partly to use my fondness for him to mend fences. The farm boy isn’t subtle at manipulation, but he's actually pretty good at it. His earnest machinations have been endearing, so I've allowed him to successfully maneuver his friend back into my space.

I breathe in deeply. More than any manipulation from Buck, I'm open to forgiveness because I know that I've done much worse to more people than anything Brody did to me. I might be a reforming asshole, but I was still an asshole. It doesn't change how I feel, but without the forgiveness of others, I'd probably be the loneliest person on Earth. Buck has assured me that Brody is really sorry and Brody has tried to apologize directly to me. It's been a couple of weeks since our confrontation and he's here, so I decide to throw him a bone.

“Brody.” He looks at me. I tell him, “Keep Buck safe out there, okay?”

Brody.

The 5’10”/230-lbs muscleman pauses as he's changing into a white version of the Marvel gear. It's a great choice, as his tanned bodybuilder physique looks amazing in white. Brody nods, “Always.” He recognizes my gesture, so he adds, “Thanks, Cody.”

Buck asks, “Is that all, Cody?”

I sigh, “No, Buck, it's not.” I move in and extend a hand, “Okay, I was going to wait until after the match, but since Buck’s impatient, I just want to say that all is forgiven, Brody. I hope we can get back to normal.”

Brody eagerly accepts my handshake, apologizing once more then thanking me. I let him pull me into a bro hug and we slap backs. It does feel better to have this weight lifted before the match.

I say, “Okay, that's done. Congrats, Buck. You have one victory today, but this was the easy one.”

The beefy farmer raises an eyebrow, “You sure about that? I think this was the hardest one. Or at least the most important one. You're the best, Cody.”

I shrug and say in a gravelly voice, “I'm The Bat.” We laugh, the tension gone. I check my phone and announce, “Okay, Marvels, it's time to wrestle. You guys ready?”

Buck nods, “Ready, Bat.”

Red Marvel is ready.

Brody nods, “Really ready, Bat.” He looks at his friend then they hug. I hear him quietly thank Buck before they storm out into the hallway.

Intros

I send the rookie in first. Ryan and his obnoxious friend Pete are handling the camerawork. They get great shots of our newest big man. Red Marvel will be a hit, especially as he strips off his cape and flexes. I learned firsthand that he's into role playing and pretty good at it. White Marvel joins in and it's hot. Real fans will probably recognize him from other identities - he makes a great Colossus - but it not unusual for our guys to appear in different personas.

Red Marvel waits for Moneymaker.

White Marvel will have his hands full.

Next up, Valet enters first for the villains. The lightweight stud is cute and adorable, but he's also a nasty and talented henchman. He's made a difference in numerous matches, but alone, he won't be able to handle White Marvel. Lucky for Moneymaker, he recently acquired a new henchman. Gold Guardian is tall and capable. He's no White Marvel, but together, I can see the assistants giving the bodybuilder hero fits.

Valet.

Gold Guardian.

With both henchmen through the curtain, Moneymaker is next. I wish him luck, but he sneers, “I'm going to wreck this guy, Cody. And if Brody butts in, that'll just be a bonus. I'll enjoy teaching him a lesson for picking the wrong side in my tag team breakup.”

I just shrug. Moneymaker can absolutely do it, but Buck’s been working hard all week with me to get ready. And I'm sure him and Brody have some plans worked out. They're a great tag team. Will it be enough? I guess we're about to find out.

The main villain, Moneymaker.

The muscular heel bursts through the curtain to flex and pose. Once the cameras are focused on the ring, my boyfriend Jae and I slip inside the arena and take our seats in the shadows. I wait until the henchmen are cleared from the ring and the muscle studs are in their corners bouncing. Okay, it's go-time, so I ring the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Round One

The studs circle the ring. It's 460-lbs of muscle, so I'm glad we use a real pro ring, because I think it's going to have to stand up to a lot of punishment.

Moneymaker pauses, holding out his hand. He says, “So I hear this is your first Cave match.” Red Marvel doesn't answer. The villain smirks, “Strong, silent type, huh? Okay, it's cool. You don't need to know how to talk. You only need to know how to scream.”

The villain flexes his big biceps, showing off his incredible bodybuilder physique. He leans forward, crunching his abs. Moneymaker slides out his right leg and tightens it up, revealing his chiseled leg muscles. The muscle heel rises up and shakes out his impressive body. He says, “Now you. Show me what you got, big man.”

Red Marvel lifts his arms halfway then puts them down with a smile, “Naw, boy. I might be a rookie, but I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. You'll just have to wait until I'm flexing over you in victory before you get the full view.”

Moneymaker claps, “So, the chunky monkey can speak. Of course, I get why you wouldn't want to flex against me. Let's go, rookie.”

The two beasts move in one-on-one, locking up fat. They struggle and strain, pumping their massive muscles fast. The two powerhouses grunt and groan, testing each other out. They shift and move, each trying to get the advantage. Red Marvel proves to be stronger, driving the villain backwards into the corner. CLANG!

Red Marvel splashes his 240-lbs on top of the villain. THUD! OOF! He bounces off then comes back in with a big knee lift to the chiseled midsection. THUD! OOF! The beefy hero gives the muscle heel another one. THUD! OOF! Moneymaker bends forward into a front facelock. The big beefcake grabs the side of the gold trunks, probably setting up a suplex.

The big hero pulls the villain out three steps. I bite my bottom lip. It's early to be taking this long. And he's telegraphing. I told him to move fast and be sneaky. I'm not surprised to see Moneymaker block the suplex when Red Marvel lifts. The muscle heel grabs the hero around the waist then lifts him up. He falls backwards, driving Red Marvel’s face onto the top turnbuckle. SMACK! UNH!

Red Marvel’s face bounces off. He falls into the ropes to his right, stunned. Moneymaker is up. He grabs the hero’s head then drives it onto the top turnbuckle. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The beefy stud collapses to the mat, falling onto his back on the canvas in the corner. The villain is on him with big boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The blows leave red footprints on the smooth skin.

Moneymaker lifts Red Marvel’s legs. Valet is there. He grabs the hero under the chin. Together, they push him so his face is under the bottom turnbuckle. White Marvel is on the move, but it's too late. The villain falls back, slingshotting the beefy stud into the bottom turnbuckle. Red Marvel flies up, smashes his face then slams back down onto the back of his head. WHACK! CRACK! I see his body go limp after impact.

The villain rises then he uses Red Marvel’s legs to drag him into the middle of the ring. Valet has stayed out of reach of the bodybuilder hero outside the ring, while Gold Guardian just puts up his hands, “Don't look at me. I didn't do anything.”

White Marvel points, “And you better not.”

Moneymaker has flipped the big man into a Boston crab. He sits back, bending the hero's back. The muscular good guy isn't that flexible, so he's really moaning in the hold. Red Marvel gets his focus. I see him plant his hands. The villain tells him he's wasting his time and he should just give. With a roar, the beefy hero pushes up and kicks back, flipping the shocked bodybuilder bad boy off and over.

Red Marvel rises to hands and knees. Moneymaker jumps on his back, slamming his ass down on him. The hero collapses down onto his stomach. SPLAT! The muscle heel sits down on the hero's ass and flexes. He grabs Red Marvel's wrists and forces his arms up so they're pointing at the ceiling. The bigger man grunts in pain as his shoulders are tested.

Moneymaker slowly pushes the arms forward, intensifying the pain. He orders Red Marvel to submit, but the hero won't give. The villain starts bouncing on the beefy hero's butt, telling him how much fun they're going to have. He mocks the moaning muscleman, “I hope you're still at least a little tight. I know a loser like you must get fucked after every match.”

The hero isn't giving, so Moneymaker releases the wrists. He rolls off, pausing to smack Red Marvel on the butt. SMACK! The hero growls, springing up to his feet fast, before the villain can stop him. They move into a staredown, bashing bodies. BAM! Red Marvel goes for a bearhug, but the muscle heel pushes back before he can lock his hands.

The villain smirks, “Too slow, rookie.”

They circle the ring then move in for another lockup. Moneymaker reaches up and rakes Red Marvel's eyes. ARGH! The big man turns, rapidly blinking his eyes. He's momentarily blinded, leaving him helpless as the villain grabs the back of his trunks and wedges them up his crack. He spanks the exposed butt cheeks hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Moneymaker warns, “I'm not just going to beat you. I'm going to humiliate you.”

Red Marvel spins, wildly swinging his arm. He misses, but at least it forces Moneymaker to back off. The muscle heel charges back in. The beefy hero's vision has returned, allowing him to turn and throw his shoulder at the muscleman. KA-THUD! The impact drops the villain to the mat, sending him onto his shoulders. BOOM! He writhes in shock and pain.

The beefy hero forces the villain up immediately. He lifts Moneymaker onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He circles the ring, holding the bodybuilder on his shoulders. Red Marvel bounces as he moves, keeping the muscle heel off-balance. Speaking of which, when they pass close, Valet slides in, reaching for the hero's ankle. SWAT!

Red Marvel is distracted just enough that he stops bouncing. Moneymaker is able to throw his elbow out into the hero's head. CRACK! The sinister stud slides off the broad shoulders. He grabs the bigger hunk by his head then spins them back-to-back. He pulls Red Marvel's head down onto his shoulder then the arrogant villain swivels his hips.

Two seconds later, the studs drop down with the hero's head jammed on Moneymaker's shoulder. CRACK! The neckbreaker stuns the big man and he collapses onto his side, holding his head. The villain is laughing now, feeling confident in his complete control. He rolls up onto one knee and flexes his biceps.

“I own this big bitch. I could literally pin him any time I want. But I don't want a pin. I want a submission.” Moneymaker pats Red Marvel's butt, “Get ready to scream, rookie.”

Moneymaker grabs Red Marvel's hair, using it to force him up into a front facelock. The villain swings his hips from side-to-side. On the third move, he flips them, executing a perfect swinging neckbreaker. WHAM! The muscle heel rises to one knee. He puts his hand on the beefy hero's chest. Outside the ring, Valet slaps the apron counting the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Moneymaker grabs the hair again, using it to drag the ailing stud up, breaking the pin. He smirks, “I told you. No pin. Submission.”

The powerful heel pushes the 240-lbs muscleman onto his stomach then mounts his back. He forces the still reeling big man into a camel clutch. The beefy hero moans as he's forced up, his arms locked behind Moneymaker’s knees. Red Marvel groans but won't give. He fights to power free, but the villain is strong, too, and he has position.

Moneymaker grabs Red Marvel's head and twists it slowly. He turns the tortured neck, straining it. After two neckbreakers, it doesn't take long before the beefy hunk is whimpering in the hold. His boots kick up and down. He tries to pull his arms free. Nothing works. The villain says, “Scream for me, rookie. Scream for me!”

Red Marvel holds out valiantly, but he reaches his limit. The hero cries out, “I GIVE! I GIVE!”

The villain releases him and rises. He plants his boot on Red Marvel's broad back and flexes, “Easiest match I've ever had.” Moneymaker bends down and pulls down the hero's red trunks, exposing his ass. He nods, “Not bad. I've done better. I've done worse.”

With the round over and Moneymaker done flexing, White Marvel slides into the ring to help his buddy. He coaxes Red Marvel to his corner and starts a rundown and pep talk.

From the opposing corner, Valet grabs his bulge, “Your loser friend belongs to Moneymaker, but he says you're all mine, you musclebound moron.”

There's some back-and-forth banter, but I don't care about that. I'm more concerned about how the round went. The whole point was for Red Marvel to win. If he loses, the situation is actually worse. Not for me, but for the heroes who needed a big win. What's the expression? Best laid plans … something, something. Best laid plans will do. Oh boy.

Round Two

DING! DING! DING!

Moneymaker is looking supremely confident. He says, “I knew you'd be easy. You gave to The Bat’s stump puller. No one gives to a fucking stump puller.”

Jae looks at me with a raised eyebrow, so I reassure him, “Red Marvel knows I talked about that. I needed Moneymaker to know that I beat the big man in straight falls twice so he'd take the match.” My boyfriend nods, happy I didn't screw anything up.

Red Marvel shows his savvy side by not admitting he knew that Moneymaker knew, instead acting surprised. He sputters, “How-how did you know that?”

The villain smirks then charges immediately, using the distraction to his advantage. Except it's not a real distraction and so it's not a real advantage. Red Marvel surprises the villain by shifting and lifting his knee up. He catches the muscleman in the abs. THUD! OOF! The beefy hero brings his forearms down onto the back with a double axehandle. WHACK!

Moneymaker drops to one knee. As the hero moves to grab him, the muscle heel wraps him up around the waist. He runs Red Marvel into the corner. CLANG! The henchmen are waiting. Valet reaches up and grabs the beefy hero’s red trunks, making sure he can't escape. The big hero starts in with big shoulder blocks to the trapped stud. THUD! OOF! THUD! OOF! THUD! OOF!

White Marvel moves around to chase them off. He focuses on Gold Guardian as the bigger threat. I get it, but the bodybuilder hero leaves himself wide open for a sneak attack from behind. Valet whips his arm up between the big man’s legs. SQUISH! The unprepared hero grabs his manhood as Valet backs up. He dives into the back of White Marvel’s knee. WHACK! The tanned muscleman goes down to the floor.

Valet points at Gold Guardian, “Number two, keep him busy while I help the boss.”

Gold Guardian gives him a salute but does nothing when the twink turns away. The lanky henchman looks down at White Marvel and paces, but he never even approaches ‘keeping him busy’. Interesting. Meanwhile, Valet is back to the corner. Red Marvel is sagging from the shoulder blocks. He tries fighting back, but a low blow and ball claw end that rally. SQUISH! ARGH! Like boss, like henchman. Terrible.

Moneymaker grabs the hero's wrists and pushes them backwards through the ropes. The lightweight reaches around the ringpost and grabs hold. He puts his foot on the apron and pulls back, locking Red Marvel in a defenseless position with his torso wide open. The villain unleashes a vicious assault on the thick pecs and rock-hard abs. THUD! THUD! THUD!

The villain pauses to slap Red Marvel across the face. SMACK! He grabs a handful of hair and forces the beefy hero's head back. They look each other in the eyes as the dominant heel taunts, “Wanna get this over with and give?” The hero just sneers. The badass bodybuilder laughs, “Nothing to say, you dumb hick?”

Red Marvel says, “Yeah, I got something to say. SHAZAM!” With that, he kicks his boot up. It rises between the surprised stud’s leg, slamming into Moneymaker’s gold-wrapped manhood. CRUNCH! The villain’s mouth drops open. He lets out a gurgle then hunches over, his hands on his big bulge.

The beefy hero roars and pulls his arms forward. Valet is overwhelmed. The twink is pulled face-first into the ringpost. CLANG! Red Marvel pulls again and the lightweight flies into the ringpost again, this time shoulder first. CLANG! The hero pulls his wrists free and rises, looking battered but nowhere near beaten.

Valet staggers backwards, looking punch drunk. Gold Guardian suddenly spins away from White Marvel. He levels the twink with a clothesline that sends the lightweight down into the floor hard. WHACK! SPLAT! The tattooed stud moves back to the bodybuilder hero. He extends a hand, which the hero accepts, then pulls him back to his feet.

The taller henchman says, “Good luck. You know, I'm counting on you guys winning, otherwise I'm gonna get my ass kicked. And more.” The two studs shake and bro hug, before the leaner man slips away from the ring area. Considering Gold Guardian only became a henchman by betraying his friend and partner PoleStar, this is a very predictable outcome.

When the disloyal dude reaches the curtain, he shifts towards Jae and me tucked in the shadows. He strips down naked, stretches his lean body then sits down beside Jae. He spreads his long legs open then scratches under his balls, getting comfortable. As we look at him curiously, the tattooed stud winks at us and turns to start watching the rest of the match.

Inside the ring, Red Marvel is going at Moneymaker like a house afire. He's unleashing hard fists and forearms in rapid succession. Each time, he utters his catchphrase. SHAZAM! WHACK! SHAZAM! THUD! SHAZAM! POW! The force and fury are impressive as he takes control of the match with the lightning assault.

Moneymaker is staggered. Red Marvel moves in, scooping him up into a bearhug. He squeezes hard, crushing the chiseled muscleman in his powerful pythons. The hero shakes the hunky heel, weakening him with the incredible hold. The hero whips the 220-lbs villain around like a ragdoll, but he can't get a submission yet. Moneymaker is too tough.

Red Marvel throws the villain to the canvas with authority. BOOM! Moneymaker writhes on his stomach, trying to get back on track after the stunning onslaught of power from the beefy hero. That's what you get for treating him like a joke. Never should've toyed with him. Oh well, I'm glad Moneymaker’s ego got involved, because it opened this door.

The beefy hero reaches down and grabs the villain's ankles. He folds them up then pushes them until Moneymaker’s heels are pressed against his gold-wrapped glutes. Red Marvel punches the villain's broad back. THUD! THUD! THUD! The muscle heel instinctively reaches back, but that's what the hero wanted. He grabs hold of the wrists and pulls back.

Moneymaker cries out as the powerful hero pulls on his arm. The villain's thick pecs are pulled off the mat, into the air. They hover over the mat, putting all the pressure on his shoulders. The muscle heel moans as he fights the pain from the hold. With his legs and arms trapped, all he can do is try to wait it out and not give before Red Marvel tires out.

Outside the ring, White Marvel has Valet up in a gorilla press. The lightweight hovers above the floor, looking frantically at the floor. He moves one hand in front of the bodybuilder hero's face. It's obvious he's going to go for an eye rake or something. The bigger stud is no novice. He sees it and responds by literally throwing the helpless henchman. Valet sails into the ringpost, hitting hard before plummeting to the floor. CLANG! PLOP! He struggles to rise but can't.

White Marvel dusts his hands then moves over to the ailing twink. The 230-lbs muscleman steps onto the lightweight, planting his boots on his shoulders and lower back. He uses the ringpost to steady himself. The hero looks down, “Don't move.” He smirks, knowing the 150-lbs henchman couldn't move even if he wanted to. The big man looks back to the ring.

Back in the ring, Red Marvel says, “Not looking good for Team Moneymaker, boy. Gold Guardian is gone. Valet is down. That means that you're alone. And you're next.”

Moneymaker roars and uses sweat and power to yank his arms free. He rolls, toppling Red Marvel off him. The villain rises and charges in one move. He slams his knee into the hero's head, connecting with a stiff shot. CRACK! The beefy muscleman flips and rolls onto his back. He grabs the side of his head, grunting as he tries to regain focus. The muscle heel moves in confidently.

The villain brings his boot down onto the hero’s thick pecs. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Red Marvel takes the shots. As Moneymaker brings his boot down again, the powerful hero catches his foot. It becomes a battle of power as the muscle heel pushes down harder, determined to prove he's the more powerful man. I see the hero's forearms shaking as he braces his elbows against his body for support.

Both men are grunting as neither one moves. It's a battle of wills and egos, but Red Marvel wisely changes the game. He twists, getting his whole body into it as he pushes up with all his strength. The move surprises Moneymaker, toppling the shocked heel onto his ass. PLOP! The two musclemen rise and charge into each other, smashing their big chests together. THUD!

Red Marvel reaches around the villain, locking his arms behind the muscleman. He lifts, powering Moneymaker into a suspended bearhug. ARGH! The bodybuilder heel suffers, but you can see he's about to counter with a fist to the head. The beefy hero anticipates correctly, blocking the counter by simply spinning and diving forward with a big belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! Moneymaker goes limp under the 240-lbs of muscle that just crushed him.

The hero sees the opening and knows it won't last. He slithers up the villain's chiseled body, pushing Moneymaker’s right arm up over his head with his knee. Red Marvel grabs the head and wrist then rolls over, dragging the muscle heel over with him. Moneymaker instinctively pushes forward, moving right into position for the beefy hero to lock on a triangle choke.

Red Marvel locks his legs in place as he controls the villain's right arm. The cruel choke has the bodybuilder heel thrashing in desperation as he tries to escape the deadly submission hold. His powerful muscles pump and push, his chiseled physique flails helplessly and his left hand looks for anything to grab, squeeze or punch. Unfortunately for him, this hold works in seconds, not minutes.

Moneymaker’s left hand wildly taps his opponent's rock-hard thigh, signaling his submission to the advanced choke hold. Red Marvel releases him, allowing him to collapse on his back. The hero rolls over, looking into the shadows where he knows I'm sitting. He smiles, gives a small thumbs up and mouths, “Thank you.”

The former Gold Guardian leans forward, looking past my boyfriend. He whispers, “So The Bat did a little more than set up this match? Nice job.”

I shrug, “He's a rookie. I usually train the rookies. You can thank me for your freedom later.”

“Look forward to it, Bat.” Gold Guardian rubs Jae's leg, “You're included, too, sexy.”

My boyfriend leans back and puts his arms around both of us, pulling us in close. He says, “We've got five minutes. How about a preview?”

In the ring, Red Marvel is posing over the aching villain. The beefy hero is joined by White Marvel. They move to the corner to relax and strategize for the third and final round, while Valet is up and helping his boss to recover and assess how to avoid losing this one.

Round Three

DING! DING! DING!

Moneymaker snarls, “That was some dirty shit.”

“You're one to talk. You started it.”

The villain points at the big boy, “Remember, it's anything goes stakes. You really don't wanna piss me off, you stupid rookie.”

"I've never forgotten the stakes. Trust me on that.” Red Marvel lifts his arms, striking a double bicep pose. He says, “And you should be more worried about pissing me off.”

With the hero’s arms up, the villain sees the opening. He dives at the big man’s knee. WHOOSH! It's a trap. Red Marvel suckered the still overconfident Moneymaker in and he fell for it. The beefy stud had his knees bent enough to leap up. The muscle heel sails under the 240-lbs farmboy, managing to land on his hands and knees under the elevated big man.

Not the best place to be, because what goes up, comes down. Fast and hard. Red Marvel comes down on top of Moneymaker’s back, flattening him to the mat. SPLAT! Not the most elegant looking move but fuck it's effective. Hell, 240-lbs crashing on top of anyone is going to be effective. The hero rolls over so he's facing the gasping villain as he lies on top of him.

Red Marvel grabs Moneymaker’s wrist and secures it between his legs. He reaches under the villain's chin and pulls up in a crossface. ARGH! The submission hold is applied tight and right, getting the muscle heel pounding the mat in frustration and pain. He's pulled up, his neck, back and shoulder all strained. He fights to power out, but the bigger man is too strong.

Moneymaker endures the hold, stubbornly refusing to give. Outside the ring, Valet is pacing. He can't resist his base instinct to protect his master. He jumps under the bottom rope, grabbing Red Marvel by the ankle. The twink henchman pulls on the hero’s boot, trying to either move him or distract him. While Valet fails to move the mound of beef bending his boss, he does get his attention and it's enough. Moneymaker manages to power free.

White Marvel is around the ring. With Valet halfway in the ring, he can't escape fast enough. The bodybuilder hero grabs him around the waist then pulls him back out in a reverse bearhug. The tanned muscleman squeezes hard, crushing the lightweight in the powerful grip. The conniving cutie squirms and fights, but he's not getting free.

The helpless henchman throws his elbow backwards, connecting with White Marvel’s temple. CRACK! He does it again. CRACK! It's enough, stunning the big man. The young lightweight spins then kicks up between the hero’s legs. SQUISH! White Marvel lets out a gasp. Valet grabs his masked head then pulls it down into his rising knee. CRACK!

Wow, Valet’s kicking ass. He has White Marvel in trouble. The smaller stud forces him back to a standing position. He locks on a Kiss of Death. The henchman secures the front-facing sleeper. He's 70-lbs lighter, but he's only an inch shorter and with his balls aching, the hunky bodybuilder isn't exactly standing at full height.

Back in the ring, Red Marvel got right back on Moneymaker after losing his crossface. He dove onto his back as he was rising, forcing him back down with a big elbow. THUD! He tried mounting him, likely for a camel, but Moneymaker threw him off. Red Marvel moved in, but the muscle heel rolled out of reach into a crouch. They both rose to their feet and now you're caught up.

Moneymaker laughs, “My boy’s knocking out your partner. He's weak, just like you.”

“He ain't out, yet.”

The villain smirks. “He will be. And that's when the real fun begins.”

Moneymaker puts up his hands, challenging the beefy hunk to a test of strength. The crafty villain knows the no self-respecting muscle hero can resist or refuse. Red Marvel slowly lifts his arms up to lock hands. Their fingers aren't even touching when the heel lifts his boot, aiming for the abs. The hero isn't fooled. He jumps back, swinging his hands down fast to grab the gold pro boot.

Red Marvel lifts the leg up high to put Moneymaker off-balance. The hunky hero suddenly spins and pulls the villain over with a leg drag takedown. WHAM! Moneymaker lands on his stomach. He tries to scramble up, but the beefy hero is once again using his beef to maximum effect. He splashes down on the muscle heel. SPLAT! The villain groans loudly.

The big hero reaches down and pulls on the gold trunks. He wedges them up the firm bubble butt, exposing the flawlessly smooth cheeks. Red Marvel slaps the bare flesh, spanking the muscle heel. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I question the strategy, especially when White Marvel is down to one knee, his arms limp, almost unconscious. It's humiliating, but it's not going to get you a submission. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Moneymaker pushes free, rising. He's furious. The veins on his neck and arms are popping with fury. He doesn't even bother to fix his trunks, so the fans will be happy, but he's out for blood now. The villain charges, lowering his shoulder for a tackle. Oh, I get the strategy now. It's a careless attack that might work on a smaller man, but Red Marvel’s ready.

The villain slams his shoulder into the solid stomach. The beefy hero takes the impact and is strong enough to control the impact and re-direct the momentum. He locks on a front facelock then pulls down. The muscle heel can't resist as his power is shifted down into a devastating DDT. The top of Moneymaker’s head connects with the canvas. CRACK!

Moneymaker goes limp and lifeless in the ring. Outside the ring, White Marvel’s arms are hanging limp, too. He's kneeling before Valet as the henchman squeezes the last remaining consciousness from the bodybuilder hero. Suddenly, the bigger man tenses. His body shakes. His arms begin to bounce. He roars as he plants a boot. The twink tries to tighten the hold.

As Valet tries to finish him off, the hero uses his weight advantage. He pushes forward, driving the lightweight backwards into the ring apron. WHACK! Valet cries out and the Kiss of Death is broken. White Marvel stands up, lifting Valet with him. He flips the twink over with a back body drop onto the thin mat that covers the concrete floor. The hero shakes out his head and rises.

In the ring, Red Marvel has Moneymaker’s 220-lbs carcass rolled over onto his back. He gets on top of him and hooks a leg. Don't know if that's necessary, but better safe than sorry, I guess. The beefy hero slaps the mat, going for the pinfall.

ONE! Outside the ring, Valet is up. He sees what's happening and dives for the ring, ignoring White Marvel.

TWO! The bodybuilder hero grabs the back of the henchman's gold briefs. They stretch and slide down off his small, but perfectly shaped ass. It's enough to stop his charge. Both allies can only watch as Red Marvel raises his hand again.

THREE!

The hero has done it. Winning with an official three-count. For good measure, he raises his hand again, turning the three-count into an unnecessary, but dominant five-count.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Moneymaker still isn't moving as Red Marvel releases his leg and rolls off him. Valet goes limp, muttering, “No, no, no!”

White Marvel releases the gold briefs and pats the smooth bare butt, “Yes, yes, yes, kid. You ready for anything goes?” The twink shudders at the thought as the bodybuilder hero simply laughs in his face.

Practice Makes Perfect

White Marvel slides into the ring to congratulate his partner on the hard-fought victory. I guess Moneymaker should've stuck to handicap situations against smaller studs. And picked more loyal henchmen. Valet’s still blindly loyal, but Gold Guardian’s just chilling beside Jae loving this result. Looks like he's headed back to just being Guardian, which I'm happy about, too.

Speaking of Valet, he's in the ring, checking on his boss. Red Marvel moves in to pose over the unmoving muscleman. The kneeling twink instinctively tries to defend his boss. Whoops. The beefy hero grabs him by the hair, forcing his head back. He asks, “What're you doing, boy?” In response, the assistant actually tries for a low blow punch, but Red Marvel catches his fist.

Red Marvel squeezes the smaller hand, crushing it. Valet whimpers in pain as he goes weak. The beefy hero says, “Just thank god that didn't connect, boy. Otherwise it isn't your hand I'd be squeezing the shit out of.” He releases the fist. The henchman shakes out his hand. The big man grabs the lightweight by the throat and forces him to his feet.

The winner pushes Valet to the ropes then binds him in them. White Marvel steps in, making sure they're secure as Red Marvel moves back to Moneymaker to finish what he started. The muscular heel is on his side, finally awake. He looks up to see his young assistant bound in the ropes. He says, “Leave him alone. Untie him and let's get this over with.”

Red Marvel replies, “You don't get to give orders, Mr. Anything Goes. You're a loser.”

As he moves to hands and knees, Moneymaker mutters an impulsive, “Fuck you.”

Across the ring, White Marvel lets out an, “Ooooooh.” He shakes his head, “Doesn't sound like he's done, buddy.”

Red Marvel responds by driving his big boot onto Moneymaker’s broad back. WHOMP! SPLAT! White Marvel moves in and the two heroes unleash hell on the defiant villain. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The muscle heel is ravaged by the dual assault. He bounces on the canvas, his grunts turning into cries then into actual pleading. The heroes pause then circle the big bad guy.

Moneymaker tries to rise again. The heroes take that as a sign that he wants more. Red Marvel grabs the top of the villain’s mask, forcing him up. The arrogant villain pushes free. He rolls his shoulders back, “Okay, you won. You get to fuck me. The high point of your boring life, I'm sure. Let's get this over with.”

Red Marvel looks the losing muscleman in the eyes, “Before this, how many times have you lost?” The heel holds up his middle finger, signifying his one loss in the rudest way possible. The hero grabs the finger and bends it backwards. The villain is forced to one knee, whimpering. The beefy hero smirks, “Guess you need more practice.”

It's true. Night and Day never lost a tag match and Moneymaker has won every singles match, except to me. Losing to The Bat is no shame. I’ve got an amazing record. Losing to a rookie with limited ring experience is an entirely different thing. Yes, my training helped, but I think the bodybuilder heel has lost focus on the wrestling. Too much ego, not enough fundamentals.

Red Marvel releases the finger. Moneymaker curses at him as he rises back to his feet. As the muscle heel shakes out his hand, the winner simply says, “Thunder Clap.” The words are meaningless to the loser as checks his finger. He doesn't know that the two hero hunks have worked together for a long time, developing their own tag moves.

The Marvels run backwards into the ropes on either side of Moneymaker. He doesn't notice until the last moment that they're charging at him. The heroes slam into him, sandwiching between 460-lbs of running muscle. SQUISH! The move is perfectly timed and crushes the muscle heel. When they step back, he collapses to the canvas, face first.

Red Marvel surveys the damage then says, “Rack and grab.” The hero bends forward then drags Moneymaker to his feet. He turns and leans the 220-lbs muscleman back over his shoulder. The muscle heel is lifted and locked in a torture rack. The hero bounces the villain until he's limp in place. He slides his up between the heel’s legs and locks on a ball claw.

Moneymaker cries out as his back and manhood are tortured. Red Marvel does some squats, getting the villain really moaning. On the third one, White Marvel in behind. The beefy hero does one more then he stands up fast, pushing his arms up. His bodybuilder buddy helps by pushing with him, lifting the big bad guy in an upside-down gorilla press.

Together, they hold him up high. Normally, in a gorilla press, you're facing down. With Moneymaker staring at the ceiling, this can only be worse. Sure enough, they count to three and both heroes release the villain. 220-lbs of muscle falls seven feet to the canvas. KABOOM! With no way to break his fall, the impact in intense. After bouncing once, the muscle heel can only moan in pain.

Red Marvel puts his boot on the villain's big pecs the flexes over him. ONE! TWO! THREE! He kneels down, grabbing the muscle heel by his mask and lifting his head, “You understand losing any better now?” No response, which the hero chooses to interpret as defiance, even though it's clearly not. “Still need more practice, huh? Okie dokie.”

The beefy hero pulls Moneymaker up to a seated position. He steps over his shoulders. Oh, I know where this is headed. The hero reaches forward and grabs the villain's left leg. He pulls up, applying his own stump puller. The muscle heel moans as his neck and hamstring are strained. Moneymaker taps the thick thighs, “Okay, okay, get off! I give!”

Red Marvel says, “Nah, that can't be right. No one but a loser gives to this hold.”

“UNH, UNH, UNH. C’mon! I submit, I submit, I submit!”

“Oh, that's right. You are a loser. Glad you finally get it.”

The beefy hero releases the hold, allowing the muscle heel to collapse again. The villain moans as he tries to recover. He's clearly done, but I don't think the heroes are finished with him. They came here with a purpose. Moneymaker submitted Night time after time before humiliating him. They're following his pattern, making sure they surpass anything he did.

The Marvels drag Moneymaker up then push him towards the corner. White Marvel climbs to the second ropes, getting steady with both feet on either side of the turnbuckle. When set, he bends forward and applies a full nelson. With a grunt and some help, the bodybuilder hero rises and leans back, lifting the villain into a suspended full nelson.

Moneymaker cries out, moaning loudly as all his weight hangs from his shoulders. Red Marvel steps in, sliding his arms around the muscleman's tight waist, moving his forearms between his partner and the villain. With a grunt and squeeze, the beefy hero adds a bearhug to the punishment. It's one of his favorite moves and it's rough, even if you're in great shape. With Moneymaker in pain, he's got no shot.

The villain cries out, “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

White Marvel lets go of the full nelson, releasing the villain into his partner’s bearhug. Red Marvel backs up then turns, throwing the weakened muscle heel to the canvas. SPLAT! The bodybuilder hero jumps down and the two studs flex over the whimpering Moneymaker. They confer and agree, “One more lesson should it.”

Red Marvel kicks Moneymaker onto his stomach. The heroes move to either end of their victim. The beefy stud grabs the ankles, while the bodybuilder hunk grabs the wrists. They lift, suspending the helpless heel between them. Uh oh. I've felt this before. It's the Country Boy Jamboree. I was in way better shape and it put me down.

In unison, the heroes call out the move by its new name, “SHAZAM SLAM!”

The two heroes lift then lower, swinging the villain’s powerful body up then down. They do it again, but this time, they drive the villain into the mat front first. SPLAT! Moneymaker lies unmoving at the feet of the heroes. He's never suffered like this before. It's a total destruction. Red Marvel moves to his side then kicks the muscle heel onto his back.

With his boot on Moneymaker’s chest, he counts again. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

The heroes high five one more time. Red Marvel smiles, “Now I think he gets what losing is. Now let's teach him what ‘anything goes’ stakes mean.”

Paying the Piper

The Marvels waste no more time celebrating. They grab Moneymaker under his arms them force him face first towards the corner. The groggy and devastated heel has to comply, because of the rules of The Cave, but he couldn't resist even if he was allowed to. The powerful villain has been physically crushed. In fact, it takes both big heroes to help him even stand.

Once in the corner, Moneymaker slumps forward. He rests against the top turnbuckle, his arms hanging limp outside the ring, his ass sticking back. It's like he's presenting to the winner and his partner, maybe trying to get this over with. However, he made the stipulation ‘anything goes’, so I don't think this will just be a quick fuck.

Red Marvel roughly pulls down the gold trunks, exposing the villain’s plump but muscular bubble butt. The hero kneels to work them over the boots then off. While he's down there, he starts unlacing the gold boots. With the left boot lace completely removed, he tosses the trunks to his partner then gets to work on the right one.

White Marvel shoves the sweaty gold spandex into the villain’s mouth, telling him, “We don't really wanna hear from you, boy. You've been naughty, so the Marvels are gonna bring the thunder.”

With the muscular heel gagged, the bodybuilder hero reaches back then spanks the hard ass. With every slap, he utters their famous catchphrase. SMACK! SHAZAM! SMACK! SHAZAM! SMACK! SHAZAM! It doesn't take long before the smooth flesh is red with handprints. As the spanking continues, Red Marvel slips off the boots then the knee pads.

The beefy hero rises to look at his partner’s work. He high-fives White Marvel. CLAP! With Moneymaker naked except for wrist tape and his mask, the two big musclemen each grab a leg. They force the villain’s legs over the middle ropes so they cut behind his knees. The muscle heel’s ass is pointing back into the ring. Perfect for what's coming.

White Marvel slides out onto the apron. He drops down to the floor then reaches under the ring. I see him pull some rope out of a red bag that he must've put there before the match during practice. In his secret identity, White Marvel has a farm background. He knows how to tie things up. The bodybuilder hero wraps the rope around the loser’s wrists and ankles.

Red Marvel lifts Moneymaker’s carcass forward, so his chest is on the top turnbuckle and his ass is elevated. With his partner holding the villain up, White Marvel ties Moneymaker in position. The wrist ropes are wrapped around the ringpost and supports. The muscleman’s arms are stretched out in front, straining his shoulders. His head hangs down as he adjusts to the position. Next, his feet worked behind the bottom rope and tied off. He's going nowhere.

White Marvel slides back in, “He's going nowhere.”

Red Marvel nods, “Wanna test it?”

“Hell yeah. Lightning Strike time.”

The two huge men back up into the opposite corner. They survey their victim. Valet shakes his head and fights in the ropes beside White Marvel. He begs them not to do any more, reminding them that they're supposed to be heroes. The tanned bodybuilder condescendingly tousles the young twink’s hair, letting him know he's cute, but he's nothing to them.

“Your master wanted ‘anything goes’. We're just honoring our agreement. That's what heroes do. Heroes also have a moral obligation to help villain's reform. Sometimes, that means tough love.”

Valet fights to get free. Red Marvel circles around in front of the gold-clad henchman. He drops to a knee and grabs Valet by the chin, “Stop it, boy. You don't wanna get free, yet. Trust me.” The twinky assistant stops struggling as he looks into the winner’s eyes and sees something that makes him realize the threat is real. The beefy stud rises and lightly taps the now sedate young man’s cheek.

With that done, Red Marvel returns to the corner. He looks across the ring then charges. The big muscleman leaps into the air, “SHAZAM!” He crashes down onto Moneymaker’s thick back. SPLAT! The hero bounces off then jumps to the side. White Marvel is charging in. He's up with a SHAZAM! of his own, splashing onto the helpless heel. SPLAT!

Red Marvel comes in again, his 240-lbs of farm-built muscle used to devastating effect. SHAZAM! SPLAT! Then White Marvel with his 230-lbs of bodybuilder muscle. SHAZAM! SPLAT! They keep alternating until Moneymaker is completely limp in the corner. SHAZAM! SPLAT! SHAZAM! SPLAT! SHAZAM! SPLAT! SHAZAM! SPLAT! Valet’s head slumps down, the young henchman unable to watch the relentless destruction.

The beefy hero nods, “Ropes held real good. Not that I doubted you, partner.” The heroes walk in close to their crushed victim. I bet ‘anything goes’ doesn't sound so good to Moneymaker now. It's back to the drawing board in his quest to be respected as a top tier heel. Although that's a secondary problem now. He still has to get through this humiliation. It's not over.

Valet carefully resumes struggling in the ropes as the two big musclemen hover behind his fallen boss. I'll give the young henchman credit. He's loyal. If he does actually get free, what's he going to do? The mighty Marvels could literally make mincemeat out of him. The heroes look like men with a plan. With the villain tied up out and wrecked, he's in no position to object.

Red Marvel turns to the twinky assistant. Valet stops moving immediately, acting as though he's being obedient. The hero smiles, “I warned you, kid. Stop. I'll get you free real soon. We got a job for you. One you'll like. Gold Guardian’s gonna be real mad he bailed.”

The young henchman gulps. I can his mind turning behind his cute masked face. The promise technically sounds good, but it doesn't really sound good, if you know what I mean. Beside Jae, the other henchman stands up, wondering what he might be missing out on. Being tied up in the ropes isn't appealing, but I think he's actually tempted to return to the ring. Gold Guardian starts pulling his gear back on, just in case.

Red Marvel reaches out. He unties the lace on the back of the gold mask. He carefully pulls it, sliding it out of each eyelet until it's completely free. Hm. The lace is tossed aside, but the important part is that Moneymaker’s mask is loose now. Is it coming off? Oh, I think so. White Marvel has been working away, but my view was blocked by his wide muscular back. I see now what he's doing. He's putting sticky goop on a new black mask. One that will cover around the eyes and the nose, but not the head.

The heroes slip out of the ring onto the apron. Red Marvel grabs the villain’s chin, raising his head. He pulls the bottom of the mask over the square jaw as he grips the top of the mask. Moneymaker only has the strength to mutter, “no, no, no,” over and over. White Marvel shows him the front of the black mask. It has a moon symbol on it, the icon of his former partner.

The helpless heel gasps, “What? Why? Stop! Don't! Don't!”

The beefy muscleman peels the gold mask up and off slowly and dramatically. The villain’s handsome face is exposed then immediately covered back up by the thick black rubber face mask bearing Night’s logo. Red Marvel runs his fingers over the thick, sweaty mop of short black hair on the villain’s head. Meanwhile, White Marvel slides into the ring.

White Marvel checks out the gold bag the villains brought to the ring. He grins as he pulls out a pair of clippers. He fires them up, smiling as the whirring sound fills the arena. The bodybuilder hero turns them off then walks back to his ally, “Look what I found. Just like we figured.”

Red Marvel nods, “Real predictable. This boy’s a one-trick pony. Of course, he doesn't have any body hair to shave, which is why we have to go elsewhere.” He forces Moneymaker to look at him, “You've had this coming for a long time now.”

The bodybuilder hero hands the clippers to his beefy partner. Red Marvel turns them on, enjoying the whir of the motor. Valet cries out for his not to do it. He offers, “Shave my head, instead! I've got more hair!” The heroes ignore him. Red Marvel puts the blades at the base of Moneymaker’s neck. With a fast, upward stroke, clumps of hair fall from the villain’s head.

I clearly remember Moneymaker shaving his dollar sign symbol into Javi’s hairy chest before burning his Night identity. Payback’s a bitch. The rest of his body might be smooth, but that's a nice head of hair. The thick black hairs stick to his sweaty back and shoulders. The ring apron under him looks like a barber shop floor on Saturday. It doesn't take long before the bodybuilder villain is bald, his eyebrows the only hair on his muscular body.

The Marvels circle behind the bald bodybuilder, surveying his helplessness and basking in his humiliation. White Marvel grabs some lube from their bag. He moves in to finger fuck the bound villain's hole. With his mountainous ass perfectly positioned, I guess it's finally time for the main event. Red Marvel moves to Valet. He grips the henchman by the hair tightly.

Valet is forced to look up at the winner. He tries to remain defiant, but it's hard. He admits as much when he says, “Please don't. Just fuck me instead. I don't even need any lube.”

The hero shakes his head, “Oh, you think I'm gonna fuck him?” He laughs, “I wouldn't fuck that ass with a dozen condoms on. No, he's getting fucked all right, but not by us.”

The twink's eyes go wide and his jaw drops. Beside Jae, Gold Guardian whispers, “See ya, guys. Time for Gold Guardian to make a surprise return.” The re-costumed henchman jogs back to the ring. When he enters the light, he says sarcastically, “Oh no, you beat my boss. I'm so shocked and devastated. Now I have to obey whatever terrible order you heroes give me!”

Red Marvel shakes his head with a wry smile as the lean henchman hams it up. He points at Gold Guardian, “You. There.” The beefy hero points towards his friend and partner. The tattooed assistant jogs to the other side of the ring and jumps on the apron.

Gold Guardian looks at the shaved, bound hunk, “Sorry, boss, but I've got to obey them. Those are the rules.”

White Marvel welcomes the lanky stud back in then orders him to strip the gold gear off. The henchman happily obeys, getting completely naked, except for his mask. He hangs his trunks on the ringpost in front of his soon-to-be ex-boss. The bodybuilder hero tosses him a condom then orders Gold Guardian to take over loosening the loser up. Of course, the tattooed stud wastes no time in obeying that order.

Gold Guardian sheathes his cock then moves in behind the bound villain. He slams his cock inside the lubed hole. Moneymaker moans as White Marvel moves beside him. The hero makes sure that he knows he's being fucked by a henchman. The lanky stud rides him, going faster and harder, but White Marvel orders him to slow down.

“Make it last. You're just the warmup, sport, not the main event.”

Gold Guardian obeys, taking it down a notch. Meanwhile, Red Marvel has Valet’s gold trunks down to his knees. He's jerked the twink hard. As a horny 19-year old, the lightweight henchman can't resist swelling up. The beefy hero has tied the lace from Moneymaker’s mask around the base of the henchman’s throbbing cock, securing the hard on.

Red Marvel releases Valet from the ropes. The twink tries to escape, but he's caught before he even makes it a foot. The big man tears his gold gear off. A couple of hard boots make him compliant. Valet is stripped down to his mask, just like Moneymaker and Guardian. The beefy hero drags the teen heel up to his feet then leads him to his boss.

Gold Guardian is forced to slide free. He slips out then peels off the protection. White Marvel lets him finish up, which doesn't take long. He pulls on his cock then explodes with a scream of pleasure. He sprays his load up the villain’s back, coating it with his seed. The lanky stud wipes his cock head on Moneymaker’s left ass cheek then steps back. He's drained as he thanks the two heroes for freeing him from the helpless heel’s control.

Red Marvel pushes Valet to his boss’ ass. The twink is shaking his head, refusing to fuck his master. The heroes just smirk. Red Marvel locks the lightweight assistant in a full nelson, forcing him into position. White Marvel slides a condom on Valet’s big cock then guides the head to the villain’s hole. He pulls and the beefy hero pushes, leaving Valet no choice.

Valet goes head deep into his boss’ hole. He moans and struggles, but he's going nowhere. With a forward thrust from Red Marvel’s hips, the reluctant henchman's cock is forced deep inside Moneymaker’s ass. Thanks to White Marvel and Gold Guardian, the muscle heel is wide open, but he still lifts his head and cries out as he's penetrated.

White Marvel rises and steps out onto the apron. He grabs the villain by his bald head, “How’re you enjoying ‘anything goes’? That's your boy inside you. You're getting fucked by your loyal henchman. And he's loving it.”

Valet moans, “No, I'm not! I'm sorry, sir! They're controlling me!” Red Marvel uses his hips to force Valet in and out. Each forward thrust is fast and powerful. The young stud is gasping as he's forced to watch himself thanks to the full nelson.

The bodybuilder hero laughs in Moneymaker’s face, “What’re you gonna believe? His lying mouth or his rock-hard cock?” The big heel only moans in response, trying to ignore the humiliation. With a smirk, White Marvel roughly taps the moaning villain's cheek. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He steps back into the ring then kneels down again.

With his partner there to help, Red Marvel picks up speed. Valet is moaning and gasping, his load being drawn from him. At 19-years old, the henchman gets hard easily and stays hard for a long time. His cock is like steel as he's forced to breed his master. Despite being controlled, Valet is sweaty and breathing hard. He's whimpering, begging them to stop, but it's getting harder for him to form words. He must be getting close.

The Marvels realize it, too. Red Marvel pushes in, keeping the young twink deep inside his master’s hole. White Marvel slides out of the ring. He unties the ropes around the muscle heel’s wrists, freeing the villain. As the bodybuilder hero slides back in, the beefy hero steps back, dragging Valet with him. He releases the full nelson and strips off the condom.

With a shove, White Marvel topples Moneymaker backwards. With his ankles still bound, the bodybuilder villain falls backwards onto his shoulders. BOOM! His knees stay over the ropes on either side of the middle turnbuckle. The muscular heel cries out as he lies there, sloping down. White Marvel grabs the lube then drizzles it onto Moneymaker’s manhood.

Red Marvel uses Valet’s hair to force him back to his boss. The helpless henchman is forced onto his knees, legs open, cock and balls hovering over his master’s forehead. Red Marvel forces Valet to look up at him then orders the teen twink to jerk himself. Valet wants to refuse, but he can't. He begs, but it's no use. The beefy hero wants him to jerk off, so he must.

Valet grabs his cock and starts milking as he locks eyes with Red Marvel. The henchman whimpers as he's brought to the edge again. White Marvel starts jerking Moneymaker. The heroes work the loser and his boy. The big villain can only stare up at his assistant, anticipating the double humiliation to come. Guardian’s covered his back, but this will be much worse.

The younger stud loses it first, exploding his load on top of his master. His hot white seed sprays out onto Moneymaker’s ripped abs, perfect pecs and best of all, his masked face. It's a huge load, so you know the teen twink had been saving up for the win. Now, his victory seed is marking his master as the biggest loser. As he drains himself, the cum shoots left far, most of it landing on Moneymaker’s masked face. Red Marvel drops to a knee to drain the final drops then he wipes the softening cock head on the villain’s bald head.

White Marvel’s hand expertly pumps Moneymaker’s lubed cock. The exhausted villain is gasping. The bodybuilder hero’s other hand toys with the muscleman's right nipple. When Valet is forced to put his lips to his boss’s left nipple, it doesn't take long. Moneymaker is expertly milked of his load, which shoots over his henchman’s load from forehead to abs.

Moneymaker left humiliated on the mat.

With the naked villain drained dry, the heroes untie his legs then drag him to the middle of the ring. They gather all the gold gear from the villain and his two henchmen. Red Marvel looks down at the wrecked Moneymaker, “This gold gear corrupted you and made you weak. Start over.”

White Marvel shakes his head, “Don't waste your breath. He's too far gone.” The bodybuilder hero kneels down. He says, “You want it back? Come get it.”

In the Locker Room

“Wow, that was … fun? After our last play session, I knew you were good at roleplay. I knew you could be nasty and dominant, but that exceeded even my expectations.”

Buck grins, “Well, Cody, from what I've seen and heard, he deserved it.”

I smirk, “All that time you said you've spent fantasizing about hero-villain domination play really worked out for you. Was any of that from fantasies about The Bat?” The big man blushes and nervously bites his bottom lip. I say, “Now, I'm not sure I want another Killer Croc session.”

The farmer's eyes go wide and he holds up his hands, “You know I'd never really hurt you, Cody.” I wink and adjust my bulge so he knows I was only joking. Buck looks relieved then confidently grabs his manhood, “At least not any more than I feel like you can take.”

“Uh huh. I guess we'll find out, won't we? I think I might need SuperStar backing me up.”

Buck rolls his shoulders back and puffs out his thick chest, “Double my pleasure? Damn.”

Brody chimes in, “Maybe Croc can have some backup, too? Please?” We all look around, suddenly anxious to see where this all goes. I've recently discovered the fun of real superhero roleplay, but more from a mental domination angle by a twinky bondage master. Jae and I submitting physically to these two muscle beasts sounds like an exciting change of pace.

The beefy winner switches gears, “Before you completely distract me like you always do, Cody, can I get an advanced copy of the video?”

Before I can answer, I hear Brody say, “Oh, that'd be great.”

I turn with a smirk, “Javi’s still mad at you, Brody?”

The bodybuilder grins, “Well, let's just say that he's not as forgiving and generous as you are, Cody. He's not The Bat, after all.”

I laugh, “Uh huh. The answer is yes. I'll just have to talk to Ryan to see how fast we can send you something. Seeing his old partner defeated, destroyed and humiliated is bound to cheer Javi up a little, at least.”

Brody confirms, “That's the plan. Lemme know what Ryan says.”

From the doorway, I hear Ryan, “No need to wait. We'll share something tomorrow. Maybe not the actual match, but something. Pete’s already putting a shot list together for a humiliation highlight reel for himself. Javi should like that.”

Brody and Buck say simultaneously, “Thanks.”

Ryan just stares at Buck. It's so intense that the farmer actually gets uncomfortable. Finally, he asks my best friend, “What?”

My buddy moves into the locker room, “I'm just impressed, Buck. I can't wait to face you.”

Buck looks shy, “Thanks, but it wasn't that big a deal.”

Ryan replies, “Seriously. Congratulations. You managed to get everything you wanted.”

“Not everything. Cody forgave Brody. You haven't.”

A shocked Brody says, “Buck! I'm sorry, Ryan. It's been a great day. Let's keep it drama-free. Ignore that. I just appreciate that you let me come back. I can wait until you're ready. Just know I'm really, really sorry and I'm always open to talk.”

Ryan sighs then replies, “Buck’s wrong, Brody. I just haven't had a chance to say it to your face, but I'm over it. Cody's right, it was just a big misunderstanding that blew up way bigger than it should have. It's great that you're following your dream with your own business. And I'm happy we're helping you. Everything’s cool. Sorry if I overreacted.”

Brody replies, “Thanks, buddy. You didn't overreact. I made a mistake not being honest with you and not trusting you. It'll never happen again. I swear.”

Brody and Ryan shake hands then hug, but my best friend can't help but glance at Buck. This time, the country boy stares right back. The intensity is palpable, so Brody and I excuse ourselves to look at the match footage with Pete and Jae, leaving them alone to … whatever.

The End