CALIFORNIA CAFE. SATURDAY MORNING.
“I don’t like it, Ry.”
“Cody, it’s awesome. Big boy battles sell. And Brody and Ram are two of our best big boys. With Brody as Commander Marvel and Ram as, uh, Ram … guaranteed best seller.”
I sigh, “Not everything’s about money. Brody and Ram are in a relationship of some kind. It’s still new. Fresh. They’re the original ‘opposites attract’ couple -”
Ry smirks at me, “The original? Really? The original?”
I sigh, “You know what I mean. They’re very different guys. Ram’s from old New England money and raised a certain way. ‘Rowan Ramsay the Third of the Bridgeport Ramsays’. Brody’s working class from a small farm town. If not for The Cave, they’d have never hooked up. Now they’re hanging out. From what Buck tells me, it’s getting serious.”
“What’s your point?”
In our day jobs, Ry’s a computer guy. An IT Director at his company. I’m a personal trainer with my own gym. He’s numbers; I’m people. He’s the big picture; I’m the individual. He’s analytical (in business), and I’m guided by my gut reactions. As The Bat, I’m the face of The Cave. I’m the wrestler the whole place was built around. Most of our wrestlers are my friends or friends of my friends. I feel the need to look out for them more than Ry does.
Ry shrugs, “Cody, if a Cave match can break them up, they’ll never last. They’re the same in every way that matters to me. Both big, muscular, handsome, and competitive.” That’s true. Both men are 5’10”/230-lbs and in their mid-30’s. “And from what I hear, they wrestle each other all the time.”
I point out, “In private. Their competitiveness is what worries me. Wrestling for fun is one thing, but this is a real match that will be shared with the world. Either the heroic Commander Marvel or the villainous Ram will lose and get fucked. For all to see. Neither guy takes losing well.”
My best friend says, “Ram was cool with losing to you.”
“We weren’t dating. And I’ll challenge you on that. Don’t let his politeness fool you. That’s just his upbringing. After the match, Ram rationalized the loss and pushed for a re-match. Given a second chance, he came back at me hard. It was one of my toughest matches and one of my few fair defeats. So, no, I don’t think he was cool with losing to me at all.”
Ry leans back and takes a sip of his coffee. He finally nods, “Okay. We’ll tell them ‘no’. They’ll just have to do this at Rival. Even though they really want to do it as superheroes. For us. We’ll send them to another website.”
I frown. Brody is part-owner in Rival Pro Wrestling, an 80’s inspired pro wrestling video company. The majority owner is Javi, a rough, tough stud who left The Cave under very bad circumstances. We’ve smoothed things over to make them a partner, but they’re also a competitor for The Cave. Ry’s right. A battle between two musclemen like Brody and Ram will be a hit.
I whisper, “Fuck.”
Ry seizes the opportunity, “Yep, we’re lucky that they asked us. The fact that Brody approached us says something. I’m not sure what, but we’ll regret not accepting. Even if they don’t go to Rival, there are lots of places they can wrestle. They will go somewhere else and we might lose them for good.”
“Yeah, okay, probably.”
“And if you’re worried about their relationship, isn’t it better they do it on neutral turf with you around to help them navigate any post-match hard feelings? Unless you think Javi will do a better job soothing the loser’s damaged ego.”
I roll my eyes, “Oh fuck, could you imagine? Ugh. Fine. Book it.”
“Great. They’re ready to go tomorrow. It’s a super-busy day, but I’ll make them first on the schedule. Think you and Jae can show up ninety minutes earlier?”
“Yeah, we’re good. But I’m warning you now, I am going to stick my nose into their relationship if things go south after the match. I’ll fix any problems.”
Ry smirks at me, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
SUNDAY AFTERNOON. BRODY’S LOCKER ROOM.
Brody is getting ready. As Commander Marvel, he looks fantastic. Deeply tanned white muscle in crisp white and gold superhero gear. Woof. Packed white trunks with a gold lightning bolt in front. Shiny white patent leather pro wrestling boots. Gold spandex forearm gauntlets. A gold face mask covering his nose and around his eyes. And a matching hooded cape.
His best friend Buck is one of my best friends these days. They grew up in the Midwest in a very small farming community. Brody left and came to LA at age 18. He’s a good guy. Hard working and earnest. An everyman, if every man was a gorgeous muscular hunk. He works event security and anywhere else his muscles can earn some money. Like being a wrestler.
“You all set?”
“Yep. Good to go, Cody.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Why what?”
“Why wrestle Ram? Why here at The Cave?”
“I love wrestling Row and we love wrestling videos.” Oh. It’s weird to hear Ram’s real name. Everyone just calls him Ram. I guess Brody doesn’t want to be like everyone else. “And as for why The Cave, well, that’s … um, it’s just better to do it here.”
“That’s not an answer. If it’s none of my business, just tell me. I’ll drop it.”
Brody smirks at me, “You mean you’ll get it out of Buck when he gets back from the farm.”
I playfully bite my bottom lip and bounce my eyebrows at getting caught. I lie, “Even if I asked, Buck wouldn’t tell me if it’s a secret.” The handsome muscleman looks skeptical. I smile and shrug, “How about this? I promise I won’t ask him. Scout’s honor.”
“Somehow, I can’t see you ever being a Boy Scout, Cody. But I bet you’d look hot in the outfit.” I laugh. Brody asks, “Would you believe that this is a ‘thanks’ for getting my best friend to stay in LA? That’s all you and I love you for it.”
I shrug, “If that’s the official story, I’ll go with it.”
“It’s okay, Cody. It’s not a big deal. You know that Row has money. Lots of it. I’m not taking any of it. I pay my own way. And that’s what this is. Rival’s great, but it’s still new. As a wrestler, he’ll make more money from you guys, especially with the sales bonuses. I’m not going to ask him to make less just to help me out anymore than he’d ask me to take less to work for him.”
I challenge that, “Brody, it sounds admirable, but I don’t think you’re right. Buck wrestles for Rival. Javi’s boyfriend does, too. My boyfriend wrestles for The Cave. Hell, I begged every guy I knew to wrestle for The Cave when we were selling like a dozen videos. We still pay less than a site like BIGBeast. It’s not charity. It’s what friends do for each other.”
My buddy shrugs, “Maybe you’re right, but I can’t help how I feel. Asking friends is different. Row’s more than a friend. I don’t know how serious we’ll ever be, but I don’t want either of us to ever feel any kind of way. Money can come between guys. I just want it completely out of our deal.”
I put my hand on his bowling ball of a shoulder, “It’s your call. Thanks for sharing.”
“Thanks for giving a damn, Cody. I appreciate you looking out for me. Buck’s right, you’re a good man. Once Rival is on firmer ground, I’ll invite him in. Until then, Ram is all yours.”
“We’ll definitely take him.”
Brody grins, “Of course, today, he’s all mine.”
RAM’S LOCKER ROOM.
“All set?”
“Yes, Cody. I’m ready to go.”
Ram definitely looks ready to go. His magnificent muscles are pumped. In his Cave gear, he looks gorgeous, like some kind of ancient god. He’s wearing silver spandex trunks with nothing underneath. I look directly at his packed pouch. His cock is not the longest, but it’s probably the thickest in The Cave. Thick and powerful, just like him. I’m sure Brody’s used to it by now, but it was a lot for me to handle.
I pull my eyes away as he covers the view with fur flaps front and back. They’re attached to a wide brown leather belt with a big silver buckle with a ‘ram’ on it. He’ll strip that to start the match, giving fans a thrill. Ram has brown pro boots in a worn-leather that match two forearm gauntlets. He finishes up with a stylized mask that's brown with silver panels on the side emulating horns.
Of course, the heel doesn't wear pads. Ram would say that he doesn't need them. I think it's because he views his knees and elbows as weapons and wants them to deliver maximum punishment. I remember punching that body. You could break your wrist on his abs. And forget about attacking his pecs. It took me two piledrivers and a sleeper to beat him.
“You seem impressed, Cody.”
“By you? Always. One of our best. I hope you guys have a fun match.”
“Fun? I suppose in the sense that we will enjoy beating on each other. But fun’s not really our vibe. Brody is a challenging man. In a lot of ways. I like that; I like him. He’s going to get everything I’ve got, and I know he’ll bring the same. You’re going to like this one.”
I tilt my head back-and-forth, weighing my response. I settle on, “I’ll be happy as long as you guys walk out of here together after it’s all over.”
“Well, I hope that the challenge is never over between us.” Ram’s eyes narrow, “You seem … off? I thought you’d be more excited.”
I hesitate. “I am. I am. I just, you know, want you guys to … never mind.”
“Oh. I get it. Cody, let me explain. From the first time Brody and I went at each other, we’ve both enjoyed winning and losing. We’re … well-matched. As men and as fighters. Yes, one of us will lose today, but we’ll accept the result and look forward to the next time. I’m sure Brody feels the same way.”
His words ring true. “I’m really glad to hear that, Ram. Now, I can enjoy the match.”
ROUND ONE.
The hero and villain have entered the ring. They’ve posed. Flexed. And trash-talked for the camera. Commander Marvel’s hooded cape is off and Ram has removed his belt and fur flaps. The bodybuilders’ accessories hang on opposite ring posts. As hot as the gear is, these studs are stunning in their tight, packed trunks with just boots, masks and forearm gauntlets.
Now, they’re staring each other down. The 460-lbs of chiseled bodybuilder muscle stands ready. Even though they’ve wrestled privately many times, they look hungry, like this is the first time. It’s not acting. Wrestling on camera, knowing it’ll be devoured by fans, is different. They’re so evenly matched physically that this will all come down to strategy and execution.
Time for me to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The muscle monsters march to the middle of the ring. They collide, chest first. BUMP! The tension is clear, even if their only movements are shoulder rolls and shrugs. I think they might kiss, but this isn’t that kind of match. Instead, they back up and charge. WHAM! Their massive chests hit, sending both men back a step. They go again. WHAM! And again. WHAM!
The two bulls settle down, their little game getting them obviously aroused. Their eyes never leave the other. They step back and lock up in a simple and traditional collar-and-elbow. The growling and grunting echoes through the nearly empty room. Massive muscles swell. Sweat builds. Faces turn red. A continuation of the chest bumps, this is a test of masculine power.
Neither man gives an inch. Ram suddenly pushes down. Marvel stumbles. The powerful villain lifts his knee up, catching him right between the pecs. THUMP! OOF! The mighty hero bounces up. Ram grabs a handful of hair and forces the gorgeous good guy into a side headlock. UNH! The heel’s crushing power and rock-hard muscles make this an actual submission hold.
Ram cranks on the headlock, working it. Commander Marvel groans, his bronzed forehead turning red. AH! The dominant villain walks his trophy around the ring, continuing to apply more and more pressure. The mighty hero retaliates with three stiff kidney punches. POW! POW! POW! It barely fazes the musclehunk heel. POW! POW! POW! Ram is still in control.
Brute force isn’t going to work to break out of that headlock. Ram is too strong. His muscles are pumped to full size as he tortures the bronzed muscleman. Marvel moans and stumbles as he gets dragged around for another lap. When they stop, the suffering musclestud holds the powerful villain around the waist with his right arm and slyly puts his left hand behind Ram’s left knee.
With a roar, the mighty hero lifts, getting Ram up off the ground, going for a side suplex. WHOA! The powerful villain kicks his feet to counter. It works, but Marvel counters that. He propels Ram forward and down, extending his leg in a lunge motion. Ram lands on the outstretched leg, his tailbone jammed in the atomic drop. CRACK! Pain shoots up his spine.
Ram stumbles forward, leaning forward at the waist, knees bent, and his butt sticking out. Commander Marvel kicks the villain in the ass, sending him flying toward the corner. Ram can’t stop his momentum, slamming front-first into the padded turnbuckles. CLANG! He bounces backward, only to be grabbed around the waist in a reverse bearhug. ARGH!
The mighty hero squeezes hard, his upper body flexing as he puts everything into it. Ram moans, but it’s more of a sexy moan than a pained one. His thick cock noticeably swells as he’s hugged. The villain grips the ripped forearms around his waist. He grinds his ass on Marvel’s package. While the gorgeous good guy strains, the heel is easily holding out.
Realizing the futility of trying to overpower Ram’s chiseled core, Marvel squats and lifts. The powerhouse heel sticks his right leg back, blocking the belly-to-back suplex attempt. The villain turns and throws his right elbow back, clocking the hero in the head. CRACK! The heel simultaneously drives his boot down onto the hero’s white boot. STOMP! OW! The combination allows him to tear open the arms around his waist.
As Marvel hops, shaking out his foot and head, Ram spins fast. He dives forward with a huge shoulder block that flattens the one-footed hero. BAM! SPLAT! The powerhouse heel pauses to flex, showing off his incredible body for the cameras. Woof. He’s a sexy beast, unless you’re the guy writhing on the canvas at his feet, like Commander Marvel.
The musclehunk heel drags Commander Marvel to his feet. He scoops up the 230-lbs of muscle like it’s nothing. Which I guess it is to him. The powerhouse heel bodyslams the musclestud hero down with authority! BOOM! The impact has Marvel arching up, bridging his hips up. Once again, the villain poses, this time in a double lat spread. Wow.
Ram drives his boot down onto the elevated abs. STOMP! Marvel goes down immediately. The powerhouse heel flexes his right bicep over the hero, but he’s not wasting time. He’s measuring the gorgeous good guy up. The villain leaps up, coming down with a big elbow drop to the hero’s heaving chest. WHOMP! Moving like a big cat, Ram bounces up immediately.
The powerhouse heel measures Marvel up again. He leaps for another big elbow drop, but this time, the mighty hero rolls out of the way. Ram misses, jamming his elbow on the unforgiving canvas. WHACK! The villain rolls onto one knee, holding his elbow and cursing. Seizing the opportunity, the Commander kicks Ram square in the chest. THUMP! The force sends Ram spinning. He lands flat on his front. SPLAT!
Now it’s Marvel’s turn to flex. He strikes an impressive double bicep pose. Woof. These two beefcakes are making it hard for fans (and me) to know who to cheer for! The hero drags Ram up by his mask. The powerhouse heel is surprisingly slow to move as he resists being dragged up. The mighty hero grabs hold under the chin to lead his reluctant opponent off the canvas.
Unfortunately for the hero, he hasn’t hurt the villain at all. When Ram reaches one knee, the powerhouse heel propels himself forward, driving his shoulder into the unprepared muscleman’s abs. OOF! With a second thrust, Ram barrels forward. The Commander can’t resist as he’s forced backward all the way to the corner where they hit hard. CLANG! OOF!
The mighty hero takes the full force of the impact, folding in half, his butt sliding onto the middle turnbuckle. Ram pulls his opponent’s waist forward only to shoulder block him back onto the middle turnbuckle. THUD! OOF! Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, Ram unleashes a series of three rapid fire shoulder blocks. THUD! THUD! THUD! The villain is pulling himself forward and the power behind the blocks has Marvel coughing and gasping.
Ram rises. He grabs the front waistband of the hero’s tight white trunks. He pulls, lifting Marvel’s hips up and forward. The spandex stretches as the powerhouse heel draws his fist back. He delivers a hard punch to the chiseled abs. THUD! OOF! The bronzed hero sags, but Ram pulls his hips out again. THUD! OOF! And then again. THUD! OOF! When the villain lets go, the gorgeous good guy bends forward, groaning, his face landing on Ram’s left pec.
The musclehunk heel grabs Marvel by the neck. He pushes him back and then uses Marvel’s chin to force him to bend back over the top turnbuckle. He caresses the ripped abs before firing off more gut punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! The devastating blows leave red marks visible on the tanned six-pack as a sign of the heel’s power and dominance.
Ram backs up and flexes, savoring his dominance. When the hero starts to move, the powerhouse heel applies to a ball claw on Marvel’s sizable package. ARGH! That stops any countering. The villain holds the claw while throwing a series of short jabs into the hero’s red abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! He pauses to tap the suffering musclestud’s cheek. WHAP!
The villain taunts, “C’mon, hero, I know you can take a lot more than this.” He rubs his own silver-wrapped bulge with his free hand. “Unless you’re just focused on taking this?”
The powerhouse heel doesn’t wait for a response. He grabs Marvel’s wrist and sends him racing across the ring, whipping him into the opposite corner, back-first. CLANG! The mighty hero hits so hard that he bounces off the turnbuckles, stumbling forward. Ram levels him with a flying shoulder block. WHOMP! Marvel goes down hard as Ram backs off.
Commander Marvel slowly rises. The powerhouse heel is in a three-point stance. As soon as the hero turns to face him, Ram charges forward for his signature move - the spear! I’ve received enough of Ram’s spears to know that it’s like getting hit in the stomach by a truck. I’ve also dodged my fair share. The villain stomps forward at his full speed, shoulders down.
Right before contact, Marvel suddenly jumps up, spreading his legs. He leapfrogs the charging Ram, letting him run underneath toward the corner. That’s the thing about signature moves. They’re devastating but they’re also predictable. As the hero lands softly, Ram manages to get his hands out, grab the ropes and stop his momentum just in time with his head over the middle turnbuckle.
From behind, Marvel quickly turns and dropkicks Ram in the ass. WHOMP! The force sends the villain flying forward. He hits right-shoulder-first into the ringpost. CLANG! The mighty hero is there. He grabs Ram around the waist, dragging him out. He lifts for a belly-to-back suplex, turning to the right. The heel lands hard with his right shoulder taking the impact. BOOM!
Commander Marvel holds the villain around the waist, rolling him onto his shoulders. The mighty hero bridges his hips up, pinning the powerhouse heel’s shoulders to the canvas. Ram’s arms legs are spread open, his ass up, and knees hanging down just inches above his shoulders. Marvel calls out the count.
ONE!
A stunned Ram stays curled up in the cradle.
TWO!
The powerhouse heel starts to kick, but Commander Marvel is powerful, too.
THREE!
The villain gets a shoulder up, but too late. It’s a good pin. First fall to the hero.
Wow, just like that.
ROUND TWO.
I didn’t have much to do during the break. I did my customary check-in. Or at least I tried to. Marvel waved me off and I didn’t even make it around the ring to Ram. He glared at me. I just mouthed ‘you okay?’ His intense stare told me he was fine. Or that he didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, I backed off and left him to his own thoughts. He’s not a happy man.
And so, I spent close to five minutes making out with my boyfriend, Jae. And now, I need to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Like a thoroughbred when the gate opens, Ram takes off. He races at Commander Marvel at full speed. The mighty hero wasn’t expecting this. By the time he realizes what’s happening, the powerhouse heel has cleared most of the distance. Ram leaps up, clearing the final six feet. Unable to dodge, Marvel reaches out to try to block, lifting his arms in desperation and getting out a, “NOOOOO!”
Time really slows down when a 230-lbs muscle beast is flying at you.
Ram slams his big body into the unprepared hero. WHAM! Marvel goes down hard, landing on his back with the villain on top. SPLAT! OOF! Ram lies on top of the stunned muscle stud for only a moment before he rolls back. He forces the bronzed bodybuilder’s arms to his side and pins them there with his knees, straddling the hero’s six-pack abs. Marvel’s legs start to kick.
The musclehunk heel lifts his arms then bring them down together, bashing the hero’s bulging pecs with his forearms. WHOMP! OOF! Marvel’s eyes bulge out as he tries to sit up. He raises his head right into Ram’s big paw, getting a face claw instead. The villain pushes forward, driving the back of Marvel’s head into the canvas. CRACK! The move makes the hero go limp.
Ram lifts his arms again for another pair of crushing forearms to the hero’s heaving chest. WHOMP! OOF! He grabs the sides of the thick muscles and applies a crushing pec claw. Marvel squirms and writhes underneath him, unable to mount any defense with his arms locked to his sides. ARGH! His legs kick up and down in futility and his face is etched with pain.
As the Commander writhes under him, Ram leans forward, getting even more force behind the hold. The hero cries out, his powerful body tensing as he endures the torture. He lifts his head, looking in disbelief as his chest is squeezed. With Ram’s weight pressing down on his chest, Marvel can get his hips up. He bridges fast and twists, toppling the powerhouse heel off him.
The hero rolls away, quickly rising to his feet. As he turns, Ram is there with a boot, hitting Marvel square in the chest. WHOMP! OOF! The impact sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Ram runs in, hitting a big clothesline. WHACK! The ropes won’t allow Marvel to go back, instead they stretch then send him flying forward. Ram’s carefully placed boot trips him, so he does a face plant on the canvas. SPLAT!
Marvel puts his hands down to push up, but Ram runs in with a shin to the side of his head. CRACK! That drops the hero, stunning him as he weakly writhes on the canvas. The villain reaches down and then forces his prey up to hands and knees. He guides the compliant good guy to the middle rope, pushing him onto it. Marvel rests helplessly, looking down to the floor.
The mighty hero shakes out his head, trying to regain his focus. Behind him, Ram is charging. The villain leaps up. He crashes down, his ass landing on Marvel’s broad back. PLOP! The power pushes the middle rope down almost to the bottom one, before ricocheting the two men up. BOING! Ram smoothly slides off, leaving a coughing Marvel still there. The powerhouse heel strikes a double bicep pose behind the suffering muscle stud.
Ram moves back in. He reaches over the top rope, forcing Marvel to stand with his torso outside the top rope and his lower hall inside the middle and bottom ropes. The villain positions the mighty hero’s thick arms under the top rope, effectively trapping him with the steel cables. The musclehunk heel pulls Marvel back by his chin, bending him over the top rope so he’s staring at the ceiling.
Marvel moans helplessly, the ropes immobilizing him. As he’s stretched back, the middle rope cuts across his junk, causing the helpless musclehunk to whimper. Ram locks on a dragon sleeper, wedging the gorgeous good guy’s neck in his left armpit. He unleashes a series of stiff forearms to the bodybuilder’s big barrel chest. THUD! THUD! THUD! Marvel can only take it.
The suffering musclestud manages to get his left arm free, but his right is pinned by the wall of malevolent muscle behind it. Marvel tries to find some way to break free, but his left arm can only claw at the villain’s bowling ball shoulder and granite tricep. There’s nothing he can do but withstand the dragon sleeper and ring-shaking forearms to his chest. THUD! THUD! THUD!
The bronzed bodybuilder is sweating. His manhood is losing the battle against the middle rope, painfully held down by the unbreakable cable. There’s nothing he can do, no counter to this. If Ram decides to focus on the sleeper, the mighty hero will go out. Sure enough, the powerhouse heel pauses the chest bashing. He leans back and Marvel’s left arm drops.
Ram keeps the dragon on tight. He adjusts to free the limp right arm, lifting it over the top rope. It falls. Is the mighty hero playing possum or is he out? The villain lifts the right arm up high. No resistance. He lets it drop. It falls immediately.
ONE!
Again, the powerhouse heel lifts the right arm up high.
Again, it falls.
TWO!
Okay, Commander Marvel. Now is the time for your dramatic reversal.
Up the right arm goes for the third time.
And it goes down for the third time.
THREE!
Ram looks at Ryan behind the camera. Thumbs up. Good fall. The villain lets go of the unconscious hero’s head. The sleeping musclestud flies forward. Oh no! He’s going to crash to the floor! Luckily, the powerhouse heel holds him by the back of his trunks. The white spandex stretches to the max, but it holds. The bronzed bodybuilder hangs down over the middle rope.
The musclehunk heel pulls the sleeping hero into the ring letting Marvel collapse in a heap at the villain’s feet. Ram does an impressive posing routine over the unmoving carcass. The heel finally moves off, returning with a bottle of water. Ram pours it on Marvel waking the hero up with a start. “OH! WHAT? FUCK!” The mighty musclestud realizes what’s happened and pounds the canvas.
Ram drags the dazed Commander to his corner by his ankle. The bronzed bodybuilder moans as he rolls onto his side. He rubs his head, letting out small grunts and soft curses. The villain towers over him, perhaps for intimidation or, I hope, to make sure he’s fine. Marvel rolls to his knees. Takes several deep breaths and then looks up. They exchange glares and then powerhouse heel backs up all the way to his corner.
I start the counter. Five minutes. Marvel turns away, reaching for his metal water bottle. I hope there’s more than water in there because the mighty hero is going to need some kind of recovery from that second round squash.
ROUND THREE.
The second break goes about the same as the first. I start with Ram, but again, he warns me away with a look. Marvel lets me move in, but all I get out of him is two words: “I’m fine.” I guess that means a little more quality time for me and Jae. Time moves fast when you’re kissing and fondling a sexy stud straddling your legs. My phone beeps. It’s time for round 3.
DING! DING! DING!
Ram immediately takes three stomps forward, but he stops. Maybe he recognizes something in Marvel, some kind of sign that the same aggressive attack won’t work twice. Either way, the men approach more cautiously. This is the big one and mistakes have cost both men a fall. The villain going for his finisher way too early. The hero not being prepared to go at the bell.
The two muscular beasts lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. They push hard, but suddenly, Commander Marvel falls back. Ram’s momentum brings him forward and the hero pulls the unprepared villain with him. Marvel goes down onto his back while bringing his leg up in between them. He rolls, flipping the musclehunk heel over onto his back. BOOM!
Marvel somersaults backwards, right into a schoolboy pin. He pins the villain’s wrists to the canvas and then pushes his legs and hips up. He stops just short of a handstand before bringing his knee down into the powerhouse heel’s chiseled gut. THUD! OOF! Ram groans as the air leaves his body. The hero grinds his knee deeper into the heel’s midsection.
Ram bucks up, throwing the mighty musclestud off him. He sits up. Behind him, Marvel dives in with a forearm to the back of his head. WHACK! The shot stuns the sitting musclehunk heel, enabling the hero to force him into a full nelson. Marvel leans forward, pushing Ram’s upper body down between his raised knees. UNH! The villain grunts as he fights the hold.
The mighty hero has position. With their nearly equal strength, Ram can only suffer. He tries to power out, flexing and pushing against the nelson, but Marvel holds firm. The powerhouse heel tries to push back to sit up, but the bronzed bodybuilder has braced himself. He meets the villain with equal pressure. Ram moans louder as the submission hold starts to work.
The powerhouse heel lets out a loud roar. RRARR! Suddenly, with his boots planted, he pushes up with all his strength. Using his tree trunk legs and Marvel’s countering push, Ram manages to power his way to his feet. RRARR! The musclestud hero is dragged up with him, but he maintains the full nelson. This is much better for Ram as he fights to break free again.
Before Ram can escape, Marvel leans back, lifting Ram’s boots off the canvas. That simple move ends the most dangerous resistance, taking away all of the powerhouse heel’s leverage. The villain hangs helplessly, his chiseled body stretched out as he’s suspended. The full nelson continues to punish his neck and shoulders. The musclemen are grunting and groaning.
Ram tightens his abs, bends his knees and lifts his dangling legs. He kicks them in a bicycle motion; Marvel struggles to maintain control. After just a few seconds, the bronzed bodybuilder has to lower his opponent to regain stability. The nelson is looser. Ram flexes against it, keeping the mighty hero from locking his fingers again. They fight against one another with all they’ve got, resulting in a stalemate, not surprisingly.
As the fierce struggle continues, the powerhouse heel realizes his arms are trapped, but there are other things he can do. Ram thrusts his hips forward and then quickly slams his muscular ass back into the hero’s pelvis. THUD! OOF! Those mountainous mounds are as hard as granite when he flexes them. The impact is enough to enable the villain to break free.
Ram spins fast, coming in with a huge clothesline. WHOMP! BOOM! Marvel goes down, landing on the back of his head. Seizing his opportunity, the villain grabs the hero by the wrist, pulling him up right into another big clothesline. WHOMP! SPLAT! A grab of the wrist and up Marvel rises only to be put back down on his back. WHOMP! SPLAT! The hero is reeling.
The chiseled villain looks down, his chest heaving as he re-asserts his dominance. Ram reaches down, grabs a wrist and drags Marvel up again. The hero has the wits to duck an expected clothesline, but Ram counters the expected counter by lifting his knee up into the bending hero’s six-pack abs. THUD! OOF! Marvel bends forward coughing.
Ram slams his elbow down on the back of Marvel’s head, sending him back to the canvas face-first. KRAKT! SPLAT! The powerhouse heel steps across the hero’s waist. As the bronzed bodybuilder rises, the villain jumps and comes down with his butt on the hero’s back. PLOP! SPLAT! Marvel is down again. Ram puts a boot on his back and strikes a double bicep flex.
The hero must be able to sense the humiliating pose, because he suddenly pushes up fast, toppling the one-footed villain and sending him stumbling sideways a few steps. While Ram gets his balance, he exposes his back to the hero. Mistake. Sure enough, Marvel charges, grabbing him around the waist and running him front-first into the corner. CLANG!
Marvel grabs a wrist and locks on a hammerlock, lifting the villain’s hand up his back as far as he can. Ram groans as he stands on his toes, trying to relieve the pain. Big men just aren’t that flexible. The powerhouse heel steps onto the bottom rope, looking for more height. The hero sees the opening. He uses the hammerlock to lift and throw Ram back with an arm-lever suplex. WHOA! BOOM! Ram hits the canvas hard on his shoulder.
The bronzed bodybuilder grabs the villain’s arm and drags him up. He spins, mercilessly twisting and wrenching the aching arm. Ram growls as he fights through the pain. Marvel isn’t letting up. He lifts his boot into the musclehunk’s armpit, hyperextending the arm. The hero drops back, the impact shooting his boot in deep and nearly dislocating the arm. ARGH!
Ram flies back, holding his arm close to his body. Marvel is up fast. He charges with a shoulder block, but the villain turns to the side, avoiding it. When the hero turns back, he’s met with a big boot to the abs. THUD! OOF! Marvel bends in half. Ram jumps into the air, lifting his leg over the hero’s head and coming down, driving Marvel’s face into the canvas. CRACK! UNH!
With the musclestud stunned, Ram is able to slide around. He drags Marvel’s face onto his silver-wrapped bulge and then wraps his legs around the hero’s head. The villain crosses his ankles and extends his tree trunk legs, applying a deadly head scissors! AH! AH! NO! The hero cries out as his head is crushed, his screams muffled by the villain’s meaty manhood.
I’m shocked that Marvel doesn’t go out immediately, but he holds on. Most guys would submit in seconds, but he’s lasted a minute. He fights like the hero that he is, constantly searching for any opening. There’s no way to break that hold, though. Not without changing position, at least. Marvel realizes this a couple of seconds after I think it. He puts all his considerable power into rising, lifting the massive legs up into the air.
Ram fights to control the bronzed bodybuilder, but Marvel is putting all he’s got into it. The mighty hero reaches up to grab the thick legs crushing his head. He squats as he pushes forward, managing to resist Ram pushing to put him back down. With a loud grunt, Marvel pushes and leaps, somersaulting forward. The villain is folded up and his legs part just enough for the red-faced hero to escape and roll to the ropes.
Marvel gasps and shakes out his head. He isn’t safe, yet. Two minutes having his head crushed has taken its toll. He looks weak as he uses the ropes for support. Ram is up and coming back at him in seconds. The mighty hero tries a big boot, but the powerhouse heel grabs the leg and pulls, flipping him down with a leg-drag takedown. WHAM!
Ram holds the leg, smoothly rolling with the flip and rising. He quickly sits in a single leg crab. Marvel pounds the mat as his back is punished. He moans and groans, carrying on a little too much, if you ask me. The villain senses the same thing. The mighty hero is playing games, trying to recover in a hold that just isn’t hurting him. The musclehunk heel drops the leg. PLOP!
The hero tries to escape, but a big boot between his shoulder blades puts him back down. STOMP! SPLAT! Ram grabs him around the waist, hauling the helpless hero up into a reverse bearhug. He crushes Marvel’s midsection and now I see real pain on the bronzed bodybuilder’s face. ARGH! This time, the hero fights the hold for real. He turns, using all his strength to twist enough to throw an elbow back, catching Ram in the head. CRACK!
Ram loses the bearhug. Marvel runs into the ropes. He ricochets off, charging the villain. The powerhouse heel suddenly leaps at the surprised musclestud, who runs rights into him. Marvel’s face slams into the wall of chiseled abs, getting hit by the 230-lbs of flying muscle. WHACK! The impact knocks Marvel off his feet and onto his back. SPLAT! Ram lands and punches his own abs, emphasizing their toughness. THUD! THUD! THUD!
The powerhouse heel turns and leaps, splashing down onto the mighty hero. SPLAT! The villain hooks a leg and goes for a cradle pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-! NO!
Marvel kicks out! Just! In! Time!
“They have enough challenges to work through. We don’t need to throw in a superhero sex stakes match into the equation. I don’t want The Cave to be responsible for a breakup.”
The Cave is the gay-oriented, superhero-themed, wrestling video company Ry and me own. We’ve been best friends since we were ten years old (we’re 29 now). We started The Cave together almost nine years ago when I came up with the idea and he made it a reality. We’re equal partners, but we don’t always see eye-to-eye. This is one of those times.
The Cave is the gay-oriented, superhero-themed, wrestling video company Ry and me own. We’ve been best friends since we were ten years old (we’re 29 now). We started The Cave together almost nine years ago when I came up with the idea and he made it a reality. We’re equal partners, but we don’t always see eye-to-eye. This is one of those times.
Ry shrugs, “Cody, if a Cave match can break them up, they’ll never last. They’re the same in every way that matters to me. Both big, muscular, handsome, and competitive.” That’s true. Both men are 5’10”/230-lbs and in their mid-30’s. “And from what I hear, they wrestle each other all the time.”
I point out, “In private. Their competitiveness is what worries me. Wrestling for fun is one thing, but this is a real match that will be shared with the world. Either the heroic Commander Marvel or the villainous Ram will lose and get fucked. For all to see. Neither guy takes losing well.”
My best friend says, “Ram was cool with losing to you.”
“We weren’t dating. And I’ll challenge you on that. Don’t let his politeness fool you. That’s just his upbringing. After the match, Ram rationalized the loss and pushed for a re-match. Given a second chance, he came back at me hard. It was one of my toughest matches and one of my few fair defeats. So, no, I don’t think he was cool with losing to me at all.”
Ry leans back and takes a sip of his coffee. He finally nods, “Okay. We’ll tell them ‘no’. They’ll just have to do this at Rival. Even though they really want to do it as superheroes. For us. We’ll send them to another website.”
I frown. Brody is part-owner in Rival Pro Wrestling, an 80’s inspired pro wrestling video company. The majority owner is Javi, a rough, tough stud who left The Cave under very bad circumstances. We’ve smoothed things over to make them a partner, but they’re also a competitor for The Cave. Ry’s right. A battle between two musclemen like Brody and Ram will be a hit.
I whisper, “Fuck.”
Ry seizes the opportunity, “Yep, we’re lucky that they asked us. The fact that Brody approached us says something. I’m not sure what, but we’ll regret not accepting. Even if they don’t go to Rival, there are lots of places they can wrestle. They will go somewhere else and we might lose them for good.”
“Yeah, okay, probably.”
“And if you’re worried about their relationship, isn’t it better they do it on neutral turf with you around to help them navigate any post-match hard feelings? Unless you think Javi will do a better job soothing the loser’s damaged ego.”
I roll my eyes, “Oh fuck, could you imagine? Ugh. Fine. Book it.”
“Great. They’re ready to go tomorrow. It’s a super-busy day, but I’ll make them first on the schedule. Think you and Jae can show up ninety minutes earlier?”
“Yeah, we’re good. But I’m warning you now, I am going to stick my nose into their relationship if things go south after the match. I’ll fix any problems.”
Ry smirks at me, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
SUNDAY AFTERNOON. BRODY’S LOCKER ROOM.
Brody is getting ready. As Commander Marvel, he looks fantastic. Deeply tanned white muscle in crisp white and gold superhero gear. Woof. Packed white trunks with a gold lightning bolt in front. Shiny white patent leather pro wrestling boots. Gold spandex forearm gauntlets. A gold face mask covering his nose and around his eyes. And a matching hooded cape.
“You all set?”
“Yep. Good to go, Cody.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Why what?”
“Why wrestle Ram? Why here at The Cave?”
“I love wrestling Row and we love wrestling videos.” Oh. It’s weird to hear Ram’s real name. Everyone just calls him Ram. I guess Brody doesn’t want to be like everyone else. “And as for why The Cave, well, that’s … um, it’s just better to do it here.”
“That’s not an answer. If it’s none of my business, just tell me. I’ll drop it.”
Brody smirks at me, “You mean you’ll get it out of Buck when he gets back from the farm.”
I playfully bite my bottom lip and bounce my eyebrows at getting caught. I lie, “Even if I asked, Buck wouldn’t tell me if it’s a secret.” The handsome muscleman looks skeptical. I smile and shrug, “How about this? I promise I won’t ask him. Scout’s honor.”
“Somehow, I can’t see you ever being a Boy Scout, Cody. But I bet you’d look hot in the outfit.” I laugh. Brody asks, “Would you believe that this is a ‘thanks’ for getting my best friend to stay in LA? That’s all you and I love you for it.”
I shrug, “If that’s the official story, I’ll go with it.”
“It’s okay, Cody. It’s not a big deal. You know that Row has money. Lots of it. I’m not taking any of it. I pay my own way. And that’s what this is. Rival’s great, but it’s still new. As a wrestler, he’ll make more money from you guys, especially with the sales bonuses. I’m not going to ask him to make less just to help me out anymore than he’d ask me to take less to work for him.”
I challenge that, “Brody, it sounds admirable, but I don’t think you’re right. Buck wrestles for Rival. Javi’s boyfriend does, too. My boyfriend wrestles for The Cave. Hell, I begged every guy I knew to wrestle for The Cave when we were selling like a dozen videos. We still pay less than a site like BIGBeast. It’s not charity. It’s what friends do for each other.”
My buddy shrugs, “Maybe you’re right, but I can’t help how I feel. Asking friends is different. Row’s more than a friend. I don’t know how serious we’ll ever be, but I don’t want either of us to ever feel any kind of way. Money can come between guys. I just want it completely out of our deal.”
I put my hand on his bowling ball of a shoulder, “It’s your call. Thanks for sharing.”
“Thanks for giving a damn, Cody. I appreciate you looking out for me. Buck’s right, you’re a good man. Once Rival is on firmer ground, I’ll invite him in. Until then, Ram is all yours.”
“We’ll definitely take him.”
Brody grins, “Of course, today, he’s all mine.”
RAM’S LOCKER ROOM.
“All set?”
“Yes, Cody. I’m ready to go.”
Ram definitely looks ready to go. His magnificent muscles are pumped. In his Cave gear, he looks gorgeous, like some kind of ancient god. He’s wearing silver spandex trunks with nothing underneath. I look directly at his packed pouch. His cock is not the longest, but it’s probably the thickest in The Cave. Thick and powerful, just like him. I’m sure Brody’s used to it by now, but it was a lot for me to handle.
Of course, the heel doesn't wear pads. Ram would say that he doesn't need them. I think it's because he views his knees and elbows as weapons and wants them to deliver maximum punishment. I remember punching that body. You could break your wrist on his abs. And forget about attacking his pecs. It took me two piledrivers and a sleeper to beat him.
“You seem impressed, Cody.”
“By you? Always. One of our best. I hope you guys have a fun match.”
“Fun? I suppose in the sense that we will enjoy beating on each other. But fun’s not really our vibe. Brody is a challenging man. In a lot of ways. I like that; I like him. He’s going to get everything I’ve got, and I know he’ll bring the same. You’re going to like this one.”
I tilt my head back-and-forth, weighing my response. I settle on, “I’ll be happy as long as you guys walk out of here together after it’s all over.”
“Well, I hope that the challenge is never over between us.” Ram’s eyes narrow, “You seem … off? I thought you’d be more excited.”
I hesitate. “I am. I am. I just, you know, want you guys to … never mind.”
“Oh. I get it. Cody, let me explain. From the first time Brody and I went at each other, we’ve both enjoyed winning and losing. We’re … well-matched. As men and as fighters. Yes, one of us will lose today, but we’ll accept the result and look forward to the next time. I’m sure Brody feels the same way.”
His words ring true. “I’m really glad to hear that, Ram. Now, I can enjoy the match.”
ROUND ONE.
The hero and villain have entered the ring. They’ve posed. Flexed. And trash-talked for the camera. Commander Marvel’s hooded cape is off and Ram has removed his belt and fur flaps. The bodybuilders’ accessories hang on opposite ring posts. As hot as the gear is, these studs are stunning in their tight, packed trunks with just boots, masks and forearm gauntlets.
Time for me to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The muscle monsters march to the middle of the ring. They collide, chest first. BUMP! The tension is clear, even if their only movements are shoulder rolls and shrugs. I think they might kiss, but this isn’t that kind of match. Instead, they back up and charge. WHAM! Their massive chests hit, sending both men back a step. They go again. WHAM! And again. WHAM!
The two bulls settle down, their little game getting them obviously aroused. Their eyes never leave the other. They step back and lock up in a simple and traditional collar-and-elbow. The growling and grunting echoes through the nearly empty room. Massive muscles swell. Sweat builds. Faces turn red. A continuation of the chest bumps, this is a test of masculine power.
Neither man gives an inch. Ram suddenly pushes down. Marvel stumbles. The powerful villain lifts his knee up, catching him right between the pecs. THUMP! OOF! The mighty hero bounces up. Ram grabs a handful of hair and forces the gorgeous good guy into a side headlock. UNH! The heel’s crushing power and rock-hard muscles make this an actual submission hold.
Ram cranks on the headlock, working it. Commander Marvel groans, his bronzed forehead turning red. AH! The dominant villain walks his trophy around the ring, continuing to apply more and more pressure. The mighty hero retaliates with three stiff kidney punches. POW! POW! POW! It barely fazes the musclehunk heel. POW! POW! POW! Ram is still in control.
Brute force isn’t going to work to break out of that headlock. Ram is too strong. His muscles are pumped to full size as he tortures the bronzed muscleman. Marvel moans and stumbles as he gets dragged around for another lap. When they stop, the suffering musclestud holds the powerful villain around the waist with his right arm and slyly puts his left hand behind Ram’s left knee.
With a roar, the mighty hero lifts, getting Ram up off the ground, going for a side suplex. WHOA! The powerful villain kicks his feet to counter. It works, but Marvel counters that. He propels Ram forward and down, extending his leg in a lunge motion. Ram lands on the outstretched leg, his tailbone jammed in the atomic drop. CRACK! Pain shoots up his spine.
Ram stumbles forward, leaning forward at the waist, knees bent, and his butt sticking out. Commander Marvel kicks the villain in the ass, sending him flying toward the corner. Ram can’t stop his momentum, slamming front-first into the padded turnbuckles. CLANG! He bounces backward, only to be grabbed around the waist in a reverse bearhug. ARGH!
The mighty hero squeezes hard, his upper body flexing as he puts everything into it. Ram moans, but it’s more of a sexy moan than a pained one. His thick cock noticeably swells as he’s hugged. The villain grips the ripped forearms around his waist. He grinds his ass on Marvel’s package. While the gorgeous good guy strains, the heel is easily holding out.
Realizing the futility of trying to overpower Ram’s chiseled core, Marvel squats and lifts. The powerhouse heel sticks his right leg back, blocking the belly-to-back suplex attempt. The villain turns and throws his right elbow back, clocking the hero in the head. CRACK! The heel simultaneously drives his boot down onto the hero’s white boot. STOMP! OW! The combination allows him to tear open the arms around his waist.
As Marvel hops, shaking out his foot and head, Ram spins fast. He dives forward with a huge shoulder block that flattens the one-footed hero. BAM! SPLAT! The powerhouse heel pauses to flex, showing off his incredible body for the cameras. Woof. He’s a sexy beast, unless you’re the guy writhing on the canvas at his feet, like Commander Marvel.
The musclehunk heel drags Commander Marvel to his feet. He scoops up the 230-lbs of muscle like it’s nothing. Which I guess it is to him. The powerhouse heel bodyslams the musclestud hero down with authority! BOOM! The impact has Marvel arching up, bridging his hips up. Once again, the villain poses, this time in a double lat spread. Wow.
Ram drives his boot down onto the elevated abs. STOMP! Marvel goes down immediately. The powerhouse heel flexes his right bicep over the hero, but he’s not wasting time. He’s measuring the gorgeous good guy up. The villain leaps up, coming down with a big elbow drop to the hero’s heaving chest. WHOMP! Moving like a big cat, Ram bounces up immediately.
The powerhouse heel measures Marvel up again. He leaps for another big elbow drop, but this time, the mighty hero rolls out of the way. Ram misses, jamming his elbow on the unforgiving canvas. WHACK! The villain rolls onto one knee, holding his elbow and cursing. Seizing the opportunity, the Commander kicks Ram square in the chest. THUMP! The force sends Ram spinning. He lands flat on his front. SPLAT!
Now it’s Marvel’s turn to flex. He strikes an impressive double bicep pose. Woof. These two beefcakes are making it hard for fans (and me) to know who to cheer for! The hero drags Ram up by his mask. The powerhouse heel is surprisingly slow to move as he resists being dragged up. The mighty hero grabs hold under the chin to lead his reluctant opponent off the canvas.
Unfortunately for the hero, he hasn’t hurt the villain at all. When Ram reaches one knee, the powerhouse heel propels himself forward, driving his shoulder into the unprepared muscleman’s abs. OOF! With a second thrust, Ram barrels forward. The Commander can’t resist as he’s forced backward all the way to the corner where they hit hard. CLANG! OOF!
The mighty hero takes the full force of the impact, folding in half, his butt sliding onto the middle turnbuckle. Ram pulls his opponent’s waist forward only to shoulder block him back onto the middle turnbuckle. THUD! OOF! Grabbing the middle ropes on either side, Ram unleashes a series of three rapid fire shoulder blocks. THUD! THUD! THUD! The villain is pulling himself forward and the power behind the blocks has Marvel coughing and gasping.
Ram rises. He grabs the front waistband of the hero’s tight white trunks. He pulls, lifting Marvel’s hips up and forward. The spandex stretches as the powerhouse heel draws his fist back. He delivers a hard punch to the chiseled abs. THUD! OOF! The bronzed hero sags, but Ram pulls his hips out again. THUD! OOF! And then again. THUD! OOF! When the villain lets go, the gorgeous good guy bends forward, groaning, his face landing on Ram’s left pec.
The musclehunk heel grabs Marvel by the neck. He pushes him back and then uses Marvel’s chin to force him to bend back over the top turnbuckle. He caresses the ripped abs before firing off more gut punches. THUD! THUD! THUD! The devastating blows leave red marks visible on the tanned six-pack as a sign of the heel’s power and dominance.
Ram backs up and flexes, savoring his dominance. When the hero starts to move, the powerhouse heel applies to a ball claw on Marvel’s sizable package. ARGH! That stops any countering. The villain holds the claw while throwing a series of short jabs into the hero’s red abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! He pauses to tap the suffering musclestud’s cheek. WHAP!
The villain taunts, “C’mon, hero, I know you can take a lot more than this.” He rubs his own silver-wrapped bulge with his free hand. “Unless you’re just focused on taking this?”
The powerhouse heel doesn’t wait for a response. He grabs Marvel’s wrist and sends him racing across the ring, whipping him into the opposite corner, back-first. CLANG! The mighty hero hits so hard that he bounces off the turnbuckles, stumbling forward. Ram levels him with a flying shoulder block. WHOMP! Marvel goes down hard as Ram backs off.
Commander Marvel slowly rises. The powerhouse heel is in a three-point stance. As soon as the hero turns to face him, Ram charges forward for his signature move - the spear! I’ve received enough of Ram’s spears to know that it’s like getting hit in the stomach by a truck. I’ve also dodged my fair share. The villain stomps forward at his full speed, shoulders down.
Right before contact, Marvel suddenly jumps up, spreading his legs. He leapfrogs the charging Ram, letting him run underneath toward the corner. That’s the thing about signature moves. They’re devastating but they’re also predictable. As the hero lands softly, Ram manages to get his hands out, grab the ropes and stop his momentum just in time with his head over the middle turnbuckle.
From behind, Marvel quickly turns and dropkicks Ram in the ass. WHOMP! The force sends the villain flying forward. He hits right-shoulder-first into the ringpost. CLANG! The mighty hero is there. He grabs Ram around the waist, dragging him out. He lifts for a belly-to-back suplex, turning to the right. The heel lands hard with his right shoulder taking the impact. BOOM!
Commander Marvel holds the villain around the waist, rolling him onto his shoulders. The mighty hero bridges his hips up, pinning the powerhouse heel’s shoulders to the canvas. Ram’s arms legs are spread open, his ass up, and knees hanging down just inches above his shoulders. Marvel calls out the count.
ONE!
A stunned Ram stays curled up in the cradle.
TWO!
The powerhouse heel starts to kick, but Commander Marvel is powerful, too.
THREE!
The villain gets a shoulder up, but too late. It’s a good pin. First fall to the hero.
Wow, just like that.
ROUND TWO.
I didn’t have much to do during the break. I did my customary check-in. Or at least I tried to. Marvel waved me off and I didn’t even make it around the ring to Ram. He glared at me. I just mouthed ‘you okay?’ His intense stare told me he was fine. Or that he didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, I backed off and left him to his own thoughts. He’s not a happy man.
Like a thoroughbred when the gate opens, Ram takes off. He races at Commander Marvel at full speed. The mighty hero wasn’t expecting this. By the time he realizes what’s happening, the powerhouse heel has cleared most of the distance. Ram leaps up, clearing the final six feet. Unable to dodge, Marvel reaches out to try to block, lifting his arms in desperation and getting out a, “NOOOOO!”
Time really slows down when a 230-lbs muscle beast is flying at you.
Ram slams his big body into the unprepared hero. WHAM! Marvel goes down hard, landing on his back with the villain on top. SPLAT! OOF! Ram lies on top of the stunned muscle stud for only a moment before he rolls back. He forces the bronzed bodybuilder’s arms to his side and pins them there with his knees, straddling the hero’s six-pack abs. Marvel’s legs start to kick.
The musclehunk heel lifts his arms then bring them down together, bashing the hero’s bulging pecs with his forearms. WHOMP! OOF! Marvel’s eyes bulge out as he tries to sit up. He raises his head right into Ram’s big paw, getting a face claw instead. The villain pushes forward, driving the back of Marvel’s head into the canvas. CRACK! The move makes the hero go limp.
Ram lifts his arms again for another pair of crushing forearms to the hero’s heaving chest. WHOMP! OOF! He grabs the sides of the thick muscles and applies a crushing pec claw. Marvel squirms and writhes underneath him, unable to mount any defense with his arms locked to his sides. ARGH! His legs kick up and down in futility and his face is etched with pain.
As the Commander writhes under him, Ram leans forward, getting even more force behind the hold. The hero cries out, his powerful body tensing as he endures the torture. He lifts his head, looking in disbelief as his chest is squeezed. With Ram’s weight pressing down on his chest, Marvel can get his hips up. He bridges fast and twists, toppling the powerhouse heel off him.
The hero rolls away, quickly rising to his feet. As he turns, Ram is there with a boot, hitting Marvel square in the chest. WHOMP! OOF! The impact sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Ram runs in, hitting a big clothesline. WHACK! The ropes won’t allow Marvel to go back, instead they stretch then send him flying forward. Ram’s carefully placed boot trips him, so he does a face plant on the canvas. SPLAT!
Marvel puts his hands down to push up, but Ram runs in with a shin to the side of his head. CRACK! That drops the hero, stunning him as he weakly writhes on the canvas. The villain reaches down and then forces his prey up to hands and knees. He guides the compliant good guy to the middle rope, pushing him onto it. Marvel rests helplessly, looking down to the floor.
The mighty hero shakes out his head, trying to regain his focus. Behind him, Ram is charging. The villain leaps up. He crashes down, his ass landing on Marvel’s broad back. PLOP! The power pushes the middle rope down almost to the bottom one, before ricocheting the two men up. BOING! Ram smoothly slides off, leaving a coughing Marvel still there. The powerhouse heel strikes a double bicep pose behind the suffering muscle stud.
Ram moves back in. He reaches over the top rope, forcing Marvel to stand with his torso outside the top rope and his lower hall inside the middle and bottom ropes. The villain positions the mighty hero’s thick arms under the top rope, effectively trapping him with the steel cables. The musclehunk heel pulls Marvel back by his chin, bending him over the top rope so he’s staring at the ceiling.
Marvel moans helplessly, the ropes immobilizing him. As he’s stretched back, the middle rope cuts across his junk, causing the helpless musclehunk to whimper. Ram locks on a dragon sleeper, wedging the gorgeous good guy’s neck in his left armpit. He unleashes a series of stiff forearms to the bodybuilder’s big barrel chest. THUD! THUD! THUD! Marvel can only take it.
The suffering musclestud manages to get his left arm free, but his right is pinned by the wall of malevolent muscle behind it. Marvel tries to find some way to break free, but his left arm can only claw at the villain’s bowling ball shoulder and granite tricep. There’s nothing he can do but withstand the dragon sleeper and ring-shaking forearms to his chest. THUD! THUD! THUD!
The bronzed bodybuilder is sweating. His manhood is losing the battle against the middle rope, painfully held down by the unbreakable cable. There’s nothing he can do, no counter to this. If Ram decides to focus on the sleeper, the mighty hero will go out. Sure enough, the powerhouse heel pauses the chest bashing. He leans back and Marvel’s left arm drops.
Ram keeps the dragon on tight. He adjusts to free the limp right arm, lifting it over the top rope. It falls. Is the mighty hero playing possum or is he out? The villain lifts the right arm up high. No resistance. He lets it drop. It falls immediately.
ONE!
Again, the powerhouse heel lifts the right arm up high.
Again, it falls.
TWO!
Okay, Commander Marvel. Now is the time for your dramatic reversal.
Up the right arm goes for the third time.
And it goes down for the third time.
THREE!
Ram looks at Ryan behind the camera. Thumbs up. Good fall. The villain lets go of the unconscious hero’s head. The sleeping musclestud flies forward. Oh no! He’s going to crash to the floor! Luckily, the powerhouse heel holds him by the back of his trunks. The white spandex stretches to the max, but it holds. The bronzed bodybuilder hangs down over the middle rope.
The musclehunk heel pulls the sleeping hero into the ring letting Marvel collapse in a heap at the villain’s feet. Ram does an impressive posing routine over the unmoving carcass. The heel finally moves off, returning with a bottle of water. Ram pours it on Marvel waking the hero up with a start. “OH! WHAT? FUCK!” The mighty musclestud realizes what’s happened and pounds the canvas.
Ram drags the dazed Commander to his corner by his ankle. The bronzed bodybuilder moans as he rolls onto his side. He rubs his head, letting out small grunts and soft curses. The villain towers over him, perhaps for intimidation or, I hope, to make sure he’s fine. Marvel rolls to his knees. Takes several deep breaths and then looks up. They exchange glares and then powerhouse heel backs up all the way to his corner.
I start the counter. Five minutes. Marvel turns away, reaching for his metal water bottle. I hope there’s more than water in there because the mighty hero is going to need some kind of recovery from that second round squash.
ROUND THREE.
The second break goes about the same as the first. I start with Ram, but again, he warns me away with a look. Marvel lets me move in, but all I get out of him is two words: “I’m fine.” I guess that means a little more quality time for me and Jae. Time moves fast when you’re kissing and fondling a sexy stud straddling your legs. My phone beeps. It’s time for round 3.
Ram immediately takes three stomps forward, but he stops. Maybe he recognizes something in Marvel, some kind of sign that the same aggressive attack won’t work twice. Either way, the men approach more cautiously. This is the big one and mistakes have cost both men a fall. The villain going for his finisher way too early. The hero not being prepared to go at the bell.
The two muscular beasts lock up in a traditional collar-and-elbow. They push hard, but suddenly, Commander Marvel falls back. Ram’s momentum brings him forward and the hero pulls the unprepared villain with him. Marvel goes down onto his back while bringing his leg up in between them. He rolls, flipping the musclehunk heel over onto his back. BOOM!
Marvel somersaults backwards, right into a schoolboy pin. He pins the villain’s wrists to the canvas and then pushes his legs and hips up. He stops just short of a handstand before bringing his knee down into the powerhouse heel’s chiseled gut. THUD! OOF! Ram groans as the air leaves his body. The hero grinds his knee deeper into the heel’s midsection.
Ram bucks up, throwing the mighty musclestud off him. He sits up. Behind him, Marvel dives in with a forearm to the back of his head. WHACK! The shot stuns the sitting musclehunk heel, enabling the hero to force him into a full nelson. Marvel leans forward, pushing Ram’s upper body down between his raised knees. UNH! The villain grunts as he fights the hold.
The mighty hero has position. With their nearly equal strength, Ram can only suffer. He tries to power out, flexing and pushing against the nelson, but Marvel holds firm. The powerhouse heel tries to push back to sit up, but the bronzed bodybuilder has braced himself. He meets the villain with equal pressure. Ram moans louder as the submission hold starts to work.
The powerhouse heel lets out a loud roar. RRARR! Suddenly, with his boots planted, he pushes up with all his strength. Using his tree trunk legs and Marvel’s countering push, Ram manages to power his way to his feet. RRARR! The musclestud hero is dragged up with him, but he maintains the full nelson. This is much better for Ram as he fights to break free again.
Before Ram can escape, Marvel leans back, lifting Ram’s boots off the canvas. That simple move ends the most dangerous resistance, taking away all of the powerhouse heel’s leverage. The villain hangs helplessly, his chiseled body stretched out as he’s suspended. The full nelson continues to punish his neck and shoulders. The musclemen are grunting and groaning.
Ram tightens his abs, bends his knees and lifts his dangling legs. He kicks them in a bicycle motion; Marvel struggles to maintain control. After just a few seconds, the bronzed bodybuilder has to lower his opponent to regain stability. The nelson is looser. Ram flexes against it, keeping the mighty hero from locking his fingers again. They fight against one another with all they’ve got, resulting in a stalemate, not surprisingly.
As the fierce struggle continues, the powerhouse heel realizes his arms are trapped, but there are other things he can do. Ram thrusts his hips forward and then quickly slams his muscular ass back into the hero’s pelvis. THUD! OOF! Those mountainous mounds are as hard as granite when he flexes them. The impact is enough to enable the villain to break free.
Ram spins fast, coming in with a huge clothesline. WHOMP! BOOM! Marvel goes down, landing on the back of his head. Seizing his opportunity, the villain grabs the hero by the wrist, pulling him up right into another big clothesline. WHOMP! SPLAT! A grab of the wrist and up Marvel rises only to be put back down on his back. WHOMP! SPLAT! The hero is reeling.
The chiseled villain looks down, his chest heaving as he re-asserts his dominance. Ram reaches down, grabs a wrist and drags Marvel up again. The hero has the wits to duck an expected clothesline, but Ram counters the expected counter by lifting his knee up into the bending hero’s six-pack abs. THUD! OOF! Marvel bends forward coughing.
Ram slams his elbow down on the back of Marvel’s head, sending him back to the canvas face-first. KRAKT! SPLAT! The powerhouse heel steps across the hero’s waist. As the bronzed bodybuilder rises, the villain jumps and comes down with his butt on the hero’s back. PLOP! SPLAT! Marvel is down again. Ram puts a boot on his back and strikes a double bicep flex.
The hero must be able to sense the humiliating pose, because he suddenly pushes up fast, toppling the one-footed villain and sending him stumbling sideways a few steps. While Ram gets his balance, he exposes his back to the hero. Mistake. Sure enough, Marvel charges, grabbing him around the waist and running him front-first into the corner. CLANG!
Marvel grabs a wrist and locks on a hammerlock, lifting the villain’s hand up his back as far as he can. Ram groans as he stands on his toes, trying to relieve the pain. Big men just aren’t that flexible. The powerhouse heel steps onto the bottom rope, looking for more height. The hero sees the opening. He uses the hammerlock to lift and throw Ram back with an arm-lever suplex. WHOA! BOOM! Ram hits the canvas hard on his shoulder.
The bronzed bodybuilder grabs the villain’s arm and drags him up. He spins, mercilessly twisting and wrenching the aching arm. Ram growls as he fights through the pain. Marvel isn’t letting up. He lifts his boot into the musclehunk’s armpit, hyperextending the arm. The hero drops back, the impact shooting his boot in deep and nearly dislocating the arm. ARGH!
Ram flies back, holding his arm close to his body. Marvel is up fast. He charges with a shoulder block, but the villain turns to the side, avoiding it. When the hero turns back, he’s met with a big boot to the abs. THUD! OOF! Marvel bends in half. Ram jumps into the air, lifting his leg over the hero’s head and coming down, driving Marvel’s face into the canvas. CRACK! UNH!
With the musclestud stunned, Ram is able to slide around. He drags Marvel’s face onto his silver-wrapped bulge and then wraps his legs around the hero’s head. The villain crosses his ankles and extends his tree trunk legs, applying a deadly head scissors! AH! AH! NO! The hero cries out as his head is crushed, his screams muffled by the villain’s meaty manhood.
I’m shocked that Marvel doesn’t go out immediately, but he holds on. Most guys would submit in seconds, but he’s lasted a minute. He fights like the hero that he is, constantly searching for any opening. There’s no way to break that hold, though. Not without changing position, at least. Marvel realizes this a couple of seconds after I think it. He puts all his considerable power into rising, lifting the massive legs up into the air.
Ram fights to control the bronzed bodybuilder, but Marvel is putting all he’s got into it. The mighty hero reaches up to grab the thick legs crushing his head. He squats as he pushes forward, managing to resist Ram pushing to put him back down. With a loud grunt, Marvel pushes and leaps, somersaulting forward. The villain is folded up and his legs part just enough for the red-faced hero to escape and roll to the ropes.
Marvel gasps and shakes out his head. He isn’t safe, yet. Two minutes having his head crushed has taken its toll. He looks weak as he uses the ropes for support. Ram is up and coming back at him in seconds. The mighty hero tries a big boot, but the powerhouse heel grabs the leg and pulls, flipping him down with a leg-drag takedown. WHAM!
Ram holds the leg, smoothly rolling with the flip and rising. He quickly sits in a single leg crab. Marvel pounds the mat as his back is punished. He moans and groans, carrying on a little too much, if you ask me. The villain senses the same thing. The mighty hero is playing games, trying to recover in a hold that just isn’t hurting him. The musclehunk heel drops the leg. PLOP!
The hero tries to escape, but a big boot between his shoulder blades puts him back down. STOMP! SPLAT! Ram grabs him around the waist, hauling the helpless hero up into a reverse bearhug. He crushes Marvel’s midsection and now I see real pain on the bronzed bodybuilder’s face. ARGH! This time, the hero fights the hold for real. He turns, using all his strength to twist enough to throw an elbow back, catching Ram in the head. CRACK!
Ram loses the bearhug. Marvel runs into the ropes. He ricochets off, charging the villain. The powerhouse heel suddenly leaps at the surprised musclestud, who runs rights into him. Marvel’s face slams into the wall of chiseled abs, getting hit by the 230-lbs of flying muscle. WHACK! The impact knocks Marvel off his feet and onto his back. SPLAT! Ram lands and punches his own abs, emphasizing their toughness. THUD! THUD! THUD!
The powerhouse heel turns and leaps, splashing down onto the mighty hero. SPLAT! The villain hooks a leg and goes for a cradle pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-! NO!
Marvel kicks out! Just! In! Time!
The villain rolls away, sliding along the canvas as he watches his prey. Commander Marvel slowly rises. He turns as Ram charges with another spear. The bronzed bodybuilder leaps up to avoid it, but the powerhouse heel is ready. He impressively catches the 230-lbs of heroic muscle in air, spins and plants him down with a power slam. BOOM! The ring shakes from the impact.
Ram goes for another pin, hooking the leg and holding the broad shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-! NO!
Once again, Marvel escapes a loss at the last second!
Ram goes for another pin, hooking the leg and holding the broad shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-! NO!
Once again, Marvel escapes a loss at the last second!
How many more close calls can he manage? This is turning into a marathon match. Both musclemen are sweating buckets. Even Ram is slowing down as he rises carefully. He looks at the mighty hero, probably wondering what he needs to do to put him away. He had the same look in our first match. Resilient heroes are definitely annoying for dominant villains who just want to get to stakes.
With the hero still flat on his back, Ram leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across his chest. WHOMP! The villain rolls off and then drags Marvel to his feet. He leaps up for a standing dropkick. THUD! The force sends the mighty hero backwards. He falls against the ropes, the only things keeping him on his feet. The villain rises and moves in fast.
Marvel tries another kick, but once again, Ram catches the leg. This time, though, the hero is ready. He holds the top rope, using it for support as he springs up, swinging his free leg up into the side of Ram’s head. KRAKT! The villain goes down in a heap, lying face down, clearly stunned from the surprise kick. PLOP! Marvel’s legs drop. He uses the top rope to stay up.
Ram pushes up on one elbow, shaking his head out. The hero pushes off the ropes, standing over his opponent, measuring him up. The powerhouse heel doesn’t wait. He kicks Marvel in the knee. WHACK! The bronzed bodybuilder goes down immediately. The villain rises. He leaps up for a splash, but Marvel lifts his legs. Ram lands on the raised shins, hitting hard on his abs. THUD! OOF! He bounces off, rolling away, holding his stomach.
Both men get up slowly. They’re sweating buckets and running out of gas. Ram charges for a clothesline, but Marvel is able to duck. WHOOSH! They both spin and dive at the other with swinging elbows that hit simultaneously. KRAKT! KRAKT! They stumble around, mirror images of one another. They fall forward, hitting shoulders. The impact spins Marvel until he’s facing the same way. Suddenly, they topple onto their backs beside each other. SPLAT! SPLAT!
Neither man is moving. Just 460-lbs of sleeping muscle.
Are they both out cold? Big chests and chiseled stomach rise and fall. We’ve never had this before. Jae and I stand up in the shadows. Pete looks at Ry. Do they just keep filming until one wakes up? That’ll make an interesting video. Two sleeping bodybuilders. Ry climbs to the ring apron. He moves his camera up and down their magnificent bodies. Waiting for any sign of life.
Can a Cave match end in a tie? Maybe they need something to stir their brains. I hit the bell.
DING! I call out, “ONE!”
Ry looks at me. I shrug. I hit the bell again.
DING! “TWO!” Ry holds up his hand, signaling me to go slower. He wants to give them every chance to wake up.
DING! My voice echoes through the silence. “THREE!”
DING! “FOUR!”
DING! “FIVE!”
DING! “SIX!”
Suddenly, Ram coughs and thrashes. He flips over, laying his arm on Marvel’s thick chest. He doesn’t move. There’s no one else to count a pin, but it’s a sign of life. Suddenly, Marvel throws himself over, reversing the pin. He lies next to Ram with his hand on the villain’s chest. The hero pushes up on one elbow, his head hanging down. He shakes his head and blurts out:
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
On instinct, Ram gets his shoulder up, just in time. That’s 100% an unconscious display of ring savvy. They both roll away. They struggle to rise to their feet. The powerhouse heel rises first. Marvel is up to hands and knees as the villain stumbles toward him. The mighty hero suddenly throws himself at the approaching musclehunk, hitting him in the gut. WHOMP! OOF!
Ram bends forward. The bronzed bodybuilder pushes up, catching the villain under his chin with a big shoulder. WHACK! The musclehunk heel staggers backward. Marvel throws himself forward again, hitting Ram in the gut with his shoulder again. WHOMP! OOF! The hero uses the bent over villain to climb to his feet. He shoves Ram’s head between his legs.
Commander Marvel moves slowly but deliberately. He grabs Ram’s thick arms and forces them behind his back in a double chicken wing. The hero locks his hands underneath the elbows on Ram’s back. Trapped in the standing head scissors with his arms trapped, Ram starts to get his wits. He struggles, but it’s too late. Marvel isn’t going to give him any time to counter.
The hero does a small jump and lifts his feet. The muscle beasts fall, Marvel landing on his knees as he drives Ram’s face into the unforgiving canvas for a perfect pedigree. CRACK! Ram collapses, completely limp. Marvel struggles to roll him onto his back, but once he gets him over, he lays his 230-lbs of muscle across Ram’s chest. The hero has no strength to hook a leg.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!” Ram is unmoving.
SLAP! “THREE!” The villain’s shoulders stay down. Good pin.
Wow, the marathon is over. Marvel rolls off Ram. He raises his fists up in celebration, but otherwise, he just stays on his back, trying to recuperate. He has to fuck the beast beside him and definitely needs his strength for that.
THE STAKES.
Both men are lying in ring, exhausted. Their stomachs rise and fall with every breath. The only sound is their breathing, which is remarkably in sync. This was like an iron man match with that third fall. I know Ram has endurance, as he hung with me in a last man standing match before I finally won. Now, he’s lost another marathon match, but I know that he could’ve won.
And he knows it, too.
I’m still up out of my chair, standing in the shadows, just watching and waiting. Finally, Ram rises. He sits up and shakes out his head. The powerhouse heel looks over at his still recuperating rival. He rolls over and pushes up to his feet. He checks his jaw and nods. The villain moves to stand over Commander Marvel. He looks down, sweat dripping down his majestic body onto the bronzed bodybuilder lying under him.
The loser extends a hand. Marvel takes it. With some villains, I’d be nervous. But no matter how angry Ram is, I know that he will respect the rules of The Cave. Winner owns stakes. Loser obeys. The musclehunk heel pulls up the victorious musclestud. They stand face-to-face, staring at each other. Their spandex-wrapped packages are pressed together.
Ram steps back. He drops to his knees. PLOP! See, I knew he would be an honorable heel. The sight of the kneeling bodybuilder revives the hero’s energy. Commander Marvel looks refreshed as he spreads his arms and strikes a double bicep pose. His incredible lats fan out as he savors his hard-fought victory. His trunks begin to tent before the musclehunk heel’s face.
Marvel orders, “Get to work.”
As Ram grabs the waistband of the white and gold trunks, the mighty hero proudly kisses his biceps. SMOOCH! SMOOCH! The sweat-soaked trunks are slowly pulled down, revealing the bronzed bodybuilder’s meaty cock and mountainous ass. The villain slides them to the boots, working them completely off. He respectfully folds and sets them aside.
The powerhouse heel grabs the winner’s cock at the base. He leans in and engulfs the throbbing member halfway, starting to worship Marvel’s meat. He lovingly works, slowly at first, sucking the top half the cock while jerking the base. He toys with the head, getting a soft moan from the hero. Marvel puts his hand on Ram’s masked head, caressing it.
Marvel throws his head back, moaning louder. Ram is getting rougher and faster, really paying tribute to the cock of the man who defeated him. He goes deeper. His index finger and thumb form a ring at the base as Ram deep throats the mighty hero’s fully engorged cock. He holds his position before bobbing back and forth, taking at the full length like a pro.
Ram slides back and refocuses on the head while pumping with his hand. The mighty hero gasps. He’s slack-jawed as he looks down, eyes wide. The villain is tonguing and toying with him, jerking his cock with a firm grip and a good rhythm. “Ram! Slow down! You’re gonna make me cum!” Marvel tightens his hold on the heel’s head and pushes him off his mighty cock.
Too late. He erupts, spraying a load into the kneeling musclehunk’s handsome masked face. The thick cock fires ropes of seed as the bronzed bodybuilder’s muscle tense. He shivers in ecstasy as he involuntarily gives up his load to the kneeling villain. The shooting stops and the thick cock begins to droop. Marvel gasps, his thick chest heaving. He mutters, “Damn.”
Ram grabs the semi-hard cock. He lifts his cum-soaked face to look up at Marvel. With a smirk, he dives back onto the cock, cleaning it and sucking out the last few drops. The mighty hero trembles. He moans, “Oh, you fucker. Damn that’s good.” Under Ram’s skilled hand and mouth, Marvel is erect again. He’s breathing hard, controlling himself.
The villain says slyly, “That should hold you.”
Marvel just shakes his head, “Yeah, I’m gonna really last now. Get up and go to the corner.”
Ram nods and obeys. He faces out of the ring, his hands gripping the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. His back is arched as his butt is high, just waiting. Marvel moves in. He peels down the silver trunks and lets out a wolf whistle. “Fuck, what a butt.” He fondles the magnificent muscular mounds. The hero spreads them wide, declaring, “Mine.”
Commander Marvel kneels. He brings his tongue to Ram’s hole. The hero eats out the villain, getting him ready for what’s about to happen. The powerhouse heel whimpers and moans, enjoying the experience. He grunts out encouragement, “Oh yeah, prep that hole. It’s all yours. Fuck. Yes.” The bronzed bodybuilder works for minutes before finally standing up.
The hero finger fucks the villain’s tight hole. He starts with one, but adds a second almost right away. Ram moans eagerly. With his free hand, Marvel jerks himself to full mast as he slides his fingers in and out. Once he feels good, the winner sheathes his cock and then powers inside. Ram practically howls as Marvel drives in all the way on the first thrust.
Marvel’s thick cock plows the loser’s amazing ass slowly. Ram is leaking underneath him, but he doesn’t touch himself. He knows he doesn’t have that right. Not unless the winner allows it. The mighty hero picks up steam until he’s ravaging the musclehunk’s hole. The whole time, Ram is crying out for more, begging for Marvel to go all out. The hero obliges, tearing him up.
As promised, the fucking lasts. Marvel finally pulls out. He orders Ram down onto his back. The mighty hero lifts the tree trunks up onto his shoulders. He folds the villain as he plows inside the loosened hole, fucking the loser again. The bronzed bodybuilder stares down at Ram. His face covered in dried cum, the villain stares back. They never break eye contact.
Marvel drives in deep. He says, “Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Ram gasps. He grunts and sure enough, he explodes, hands-free. The powerhouse heel gives up his load on command, surrendering again to the winner. The body-shaking earthquake of Ram’s orgasm overpowers the mighty hero. He groans and I realize that he’s exploding inside the heel’s ass. AH!
The men keep staring as they come down off their highs. After two huge loads, Marvel’s cock softens quickly. It slides out of Ram’s hole and gravity pulls the full condom off. The mighty hero lowers the powerhouse heel’s legs. He slides up to schoolboy pin the loser. He flexes as Ram takes the soft cock head in his mouth, lapping it clean with his tongue.
They lock eyes again. The hero says, “Got something to say?”
Ram utters one word. “Rematch.”
“Deal.”
LOCKER ROOM.
“Hey, Ram - oh.”
As I walk into Ram’s locker room, I find Brody pinned against the lockers by Ram’s amazing body. His hands are crossed over his head, held against the metal door by Ram’s left hand. Ram is passionately kissing him as he caresses the winner’s muscular body with his right hand. The naked musclemen either don’t hear me or maybe choose not to acknowledge me.
I’m here to wrap up the post-match paperwork and pay the guys, but more importantly to make sure things are okay. My boyfriend Jae is across the hall, realizing that Brody isn’t where he’s supposed to be. I took the loser, figuring he’d be the one who needed the most attention, but given their position, it looks like they’ve worked it out on their own with no bitterness.
Ram moves his mouth to attack his man’s neck. His bare muscular ass tightens as he grinds their cocks together. Ram lifts his free hand up. The musclemen lock fingers, Brody not fighting at all. He moans loudly and then grunts out, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” His eyes roll back and then his head falls forward to the side. He looks out with a dreamy expression as he’s manhandled.
Brody sees me, moaning encouragement to Ram.
I smile and wave.
Brody opens his eyes wide and he gives a little head shake. I take the hint. I step out into the hallway, softly closing the door behind me. I would love to stay and watch another sex round between the two muscle beasts, but I get it. Looks like it all did end happily. Definitely no hard feelings between those two gorgeous hunks. Just hard bodies and cocks. Yay!
My boyfriend is waiting outside of Brody’s locker room. He says, “I take it they’re both in there? Everything good?”
“Yep. But they’re not … able to sign right now. I’m sure they’ll come looking for us when they want to get paid.” I move in close, “It's a super-busy day with a couple of potentially intense matches. We can either help Pete clean up the ring or …” I bounce my eyebrows suggestively.
Jae holds me around the waist, “You know that I’ll always take ‘or’ for the win. C’mon in here.”
We slide into Brody’s empty locker room for a little fun of our own.
THE END.
With the hero still flat on his back, Ram leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across his chest. WHOMP! The villain rolls off and then drags Marvel to his feet. He leaps up for a standing dropkick. THUD! The force sends the mighty hero backwards. He falls against the ropes, the only things keeping him on his feet. The villain rises and moves in fast.
Marvel tries another kick, but once again, Ram catches the leg. This time, though, the hero is ready. He holds the top rope, using it for support as he springs up, swinging his free leg up into the side of Ram’s head. KRAKT! The villain goes down in a heap, lying face down, clearly stunned from the surprise kick. PLOP! Marvel’s legs drop. He uses the top rope to stay up.
Ram pushes up on one elbow, shaking his head out. The hero pushes off the ropes, standing over his opponent, measuring him up. The powerhouse heel doesn’t wait. He kicks Marvel in the knee. WHACK! The bronzed bodybuilder goes down immediately. The villain rises. He leaps up for a splash, but Marvel lifts his legs. Ram lands on the raised shins, hitting hard on his abs. THUD! OOF! He bounces off, rolling away, holding his stomach.
Both men get up slowly. They’re sweating buckets and running out of gas. Ram charges for a clothesline, but Marvel is able to duck. WHOOSH! They both spin and dive at the other with swinging elbows that hit simultaneously. KRAKT! KRAKT! They stumble around, mirror images of one another. They fall forward, hitting shoulders. The impact spins Marvel until he’s facing the same way. Suddenly, they topple onto their backs beside each other. SPLAT! SPLAT!
Neither man is moving. Just 460-lbs of sleeping muscle.
Are they both out cold? Big chests and chiseled stomach rise and fall. We’ve never had this before. Jae and I stand up in the shadows. Pete looks at Ry. Do they just keep filming until one wakes up? That’ll make an interesting video. Two sleeping bodybuilders. Ry climbs to the ring apron. He moves his camera up and down their magnificent bodies. Waiting for any sign of life.
Can a Cave match end in a tie? Maybe they need something to stir their brains. I hit the bell.
DING! I call out, “ONE!”
Ry looks at me. I shrug. I hit the bell again.
DING! “TWO!” Ry holds up his hand, signaling me to go slower. He wants to give them every chance to wake up.
DING! My voice echoes through the silence. “THREE!”
DING! “FOUR!”
DING! “FIVE!”
DING! “SIX!”
Suddenly, Ram coughs and thrashes. He flips over, laying his arm on Marvel’s thick chest. He doesn’t move. There’s no one else to count a pin, but it’s a sign of life. Suddenly, Marvel throws himself over, reversing the pin. He lies next to Ram with his hand on the villain’s chest. The hero pushes up on one elbow, his head hanging down. He shakes his head and blurts out:
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
On instinct, Ram gets his shoulder up, just in time. That’s 100% an unconscious display of ring savvy. They both roll away. They struggle to rise to their feet. The powerhouse heel rises first. Marvel is up to hands and knees as the villain stumbles toward him. The mighty hero suddenly throws himself at the approaching musclehunk, hitting him in the gut. WHOMP! OOF!
Ram bends forward. The bronzed bodybuilder pushes up, catching the villain under his chin with a big shoulder. WHACK! The musclehunk heel staggers backward. Marvel throws himself forward again, hitting Ram in the gut with his shoulder again. WHOMP! OOF! The hero uses the bent over villain to climb to his feet. He shoves Ram’s head between his legs.
Commander Marvel moves slowly but deliberately. He grabs Ram’s thick arms and forces them behind his back in a double chicken wing. The hero locks his hands underneath the elbows on Ram’s back. Trapped in the standing head scissors with his arms trapped, Ram starts to get his wits. He struggles, but it’s too late. Marvel isn’t going to give him any time to counter.
The hero does a small jump and lifts his feet. The muscle beasts fall, Marvel landing on his knees as he drives Ram’s face into the unforgiving canvas for a perfect pedigree. CRACK! Ram collapses, completely limp. Marvel struggles to roll him onto his back, but once he gets him over, he lays his 230-lbs of muscle across Ram’s chest. The hero has no strength to hook a leg.
SLAP! “ONE!”
SLAP! “TWO!” Ram is unmoving.
SLAP! “THREE!” The villain’s shoulders stay down. Good pin.
Wow, the marathon is over. Marvel rolls off Ram. He raises his fists up in celebration, but otherwise, he just stays on his back, trying to recuperate. He has to fuck the beast beside him and definitely needs his strength for that.
THE STAKES.
Both men are lying in ring, exhausted. Their stomachs rise and fall with every breath. The only sound is their breathing, which is remarkably in sync. This was like an iron man match with that third fall. I know Ram has endurance, as he hung with me in a last man standing match before I finally won. Now, he’s lost another marathon match, but I know that he could’ve won.
And he knows it, too.
I’m still up out of my chair, standing in the shadows, just watching and waiting. Finally, Ram rises. He sits up and shakes out his head. The powerhouse heel looks over at his still recuperating rival. He rolls over and pushes up to his feet. He checks his jaw and nods. The villain moves to stand over Commander Marvel. He looks down, sweat dripping down his majestic body onto the bronzed bodybuilder lying under him.
Ram steps back. He drops to his knees. PLOP! See, I knew he would be an honorable heel. The sight of the kneeling bodybuilder revives the hero’s energy. Commander Marvel looks refreshed as he spreads his arms and strikes a double bicep pose. His incredible lats fan out as he savors his hard-fought victory. His trunks begin to tent before the musclehunk heel’s face.
Marvel orders, “Get to work.”
As Ram grabs the waistband of the white and gold trunks, the mighty hero proudly kisses his biceps. SMOOCH! SMOOCH! The sweat-soaked trunks are slowly pulled down, revealing the bronzed bodybuilder’s meaty cock and mountainous ass. The villain slides them to the boots, working them completely off. He respectfully folds and sets them aside.
The powerhouse heel grabs the winner’s cock at the base. He leans in and engulfs the throbbing member halfway, starting to worship Marvel’s meat. He lovingly works, slowly at first, sucking the top half the cock while jerking the base. He toys with the head, getting a soft moan from the hero. Marvel puts his hand on Ram’s masked head, caressing it.
Marvel throws his head back, moaning louder. Ram is getting rougher and faster, really paying tribute to the cock of the man who defeated him. He goes deeper. His index finger and thumb form a ring at the base as Ram deep throats the mighty hero’s fully engorged cock. He holds his position before bobbing back and forth, taking at the full length like a pro.
Ram slides back and refocuses on the head while pumping with his hand. The mighty hero gasps. He’s slack-jawed as he looks down, eyes wide. The villain is tonguing and toying with him, jerking his cock with a firm grip and a good rhythm. “Ram! Slow down! You’re gonna make me cum!” Marvel tightens his hold on the heel’s head and pushes him off his mighty cock.
Too late. He erupts, spraying a load into the kneeling musclehunk’s handsome masked face. The thick cock fires ropes of seed as the bronzed bodybuilder’s muscle tense. He shivers in ecstasy as he involuntarily gives up his load to the kneeling villain. The shooting stops and the thick cock begins to droop. Marvel gasps, his thick chest heaving. He mutters, “Damn.”
Ram grabs the semi-hard cock. He lifts his cum-soaked face to look up at Marvel. With a smirk, he dives back onto the cock, cleaning it and sucking out the last few drops. The mighty hero trembles. He moans, “Oh, you fucker. Damn that’s good.” Under Ram’s skilled hand and mouth, Marvel is erect again. He’s breathing hard, controlling himself.
The villain says slyly, “That should hold you.”
Marvel just shakes his head, “Yeah, I’m gonna really last now. Get up and go to the corner.”
Ram nods and obeys. He faces out of the ring, his hands gripping the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. His back is arched as his butt is high, just waiting. Marvel moves in. He peels down the silver trunks and lets out a wolf whistle. “Fuck, what a butt.” He fondles the magnificent muscular mounds. The hero spreads them wide, declaring, “Mine.”
Commander Marvel kneels. He brings his tongue to Ram’s hole. The hero eats out the villain, getting him ready for what’s about to happen. The powerhouse heel whimpers and moans, enjoying the experience. He grunts out encouragement, “Oh yeah, prep that hole. It’s all yours. Fuck. Yes.” The bronzed bodybuilder works for minutes before finally standing up.
The hero finger fucks the villain’s tight hole. He starts with one, but adds a second almost right away. Ram moans eagerly. With his free hand, Marvel jerks himself to full mast as he slides his fingers in and out. Once he feels good, the winner sheathes his cock and then powers inside. Ram practically howls as Marvel drives in all the way on the first thrust.
Marvel’s thick cock plows the loser’s amazing ass slowly. Ram is leaking underneath him, but he doesn’t touch himself. He knows he doesn’t have that right. Not unless the winner allows it. The mighty hero picks up steam until he’s ravaging the musclehunk’s hole. The whole time, Ram is crying out for more, begging for Marvel to go all out. The hero obliges, tearing him up.
As promised, the fucking lasts. Marvel finally pulls out. He orders Ram down onto his back. The mighty hero lifts the tree trunks up onto his shoulders. He folds the villain as he plows inside the loosened hole, fucking the loser again. The bronzed bodybuilder stares down at Ram. His face covered in dried cum, the villain stares back. They never break eye contact.
Marvel drives in deep. He says, “Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Ram gasps. He grunts and sure enough, he explodes, hands-free. The powerhouse heel gives up his load on command, surrendering again to the winner. The body-shaking earthquake of Ram’s orgasm overpowers the mighty hero. He groans and I realize that he’s exploding inside the heel’s ass. AH!
The men keep staring as they come down off their highs. After two huge loads, Marvel’s cock softens quickly. It slides out of Ram’s hole and gravity pulls the full condom off. The mighty hero lowers the powerhouse heel’s legs. He slides up to schoolboy pin the loser. He flexes as Ram takes the soft cock head in his mouth, lapping it clean with his tongue.
They lock eyes again. The hero says, “Got something to say?”
Ram utters one word. “Rematch.”
“Deal.”
LOCKER ROOM.
“Hey, Ram - oh.”
As I walk into Ram’s locker room, I find Brody pinned against the lockers by Ram’s amazing body. His hands are crossed over his head, held against the metal door by Ram’s left hand. Ram is passionately kissing him as he caresses the winner’s muscular body with his right hand. The naked musclemen either don’t hear me or maybe choose not to acknowledge me.
I’m here to wrap up the post-match paperwork and pay the guys, but more importantly to make sure things are okay. My boyfriend Jae is across the hall, realizing that Brody isn’t where he’s supposed to be. I took the loser, figuring he’d be the one who needed the most attention, but given their position, it looks like they’ve worked it out on their own with no bitterness.
Ram moves his mouth to attack his man’s neck. His bare muscular ass tightens as he grinds their cocks together. Ram lifts his free hand up. The musclemen lock fingers, Brody not fighting at all. He moans loudly and then grunts out, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” His eyes roll back and then his head falls forward to the side. He looks out with a dreamy expression as he’s manhandled.
Brody sees me, moaning encouragement to Ram.
I smile and wave.
Brody opens his eyes wide and he gives a little head shake. I take the hint. I step out into the hallway, softly closing the door behind me. I would love to stay and watch another sex round between the two muscle beasts, but I get it. Looks like it all did end happily. Definitely no hard feelings between those two gorgeous hunks. Just hard bodies and cocks. Yay!
My boyfriend is waiting outside of Brody’s locker room. He says, “I take it they’re both in there? Everything good?”
“Yep. But they’re not … able to sign right now. I’m sure they’ll come looking for us when they want to get paid.” I move in close, “It's a super-busy day with a couple of potentially intense matches. We can either help Pete clean up the ring or …” I bounce my eyebrows suggestively.
Jae holds me around the waist, “You know that I’ll always take ‘or’ for the win. C’mon in here.”
We slide into Brody’s empty locker room for a little fun of our own.
THE END.
INCREDIBLE!!! As a commenter for one of my Brody vs Ram stories once wrote, “So much glorious muscle!” :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a way to start off the new year!!! I didn’t get to bed until 4:00am due to the New Year’s Eve festivities. I then woke up around 7:00am for a bathroom break and checked your site to see if your 1st-of-the-month story had posted. Imagine my surprise as to whom it featured! :) I knew Brody and Ram would appear in your upcoming work, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be against each other! I then spent the next hour reading the story, but I didn’t even “last” past the lockerroom conversations, lol!
It’s so awesome to see these two in your masterful hands, Alex. You’ve perfectly encapsulated the relationship between them. I was truly touched by the thoughts they expressed to Cody about one another and by Cody’s concern for the matchup, and the match was as hard-hitting as it should be between these two titans. You did an amazing job detailing how much Brody and Ram care for each other but also how seriously they take their competitive nature. Ram’s “rematch” response already has me wanting more. The images turned out great as well!
Happy New Year indeed!
-JS
Thanks! Happy new year. You were an early riser. I only spoiled wrestlers and not matchups, so I figured you’d be surprised. Glad you liked how the characters came to life. You had a great idea on combining them and fleshing out their backgrounds, so I wanted to respect that.
DeleteFor anyone wondering, you can find links to JS’s take on Brody and Ram in the Other Series tab under Fan Fiction.
Thank you for the shout-out, Alex! I'm hoping all the Brody and Ram fans out there who haven't checked out my fan fiction stories give them a read to see how the affiliation between these two gorgeous hunks started. It begins in the 5-part "Brody vs Ram" series and grows stronger in the "Zodiac Saga, Part 1".
DeleteI welcome any comments and feedback to help guide me as I continue working on the Zodiac saga and further develop Brody and Ram's bond. :)
Apparently, Ryan needs some professional help to move on from his past. It’s becoming sad at this point. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteHere’s another great example of why Cody doesn’t need to be the ring to be interesting. Tries to help out between rounds, fails, and instead goes immediately to sex. Then his reaction to Bram in the locker room is priceless (smiles and waves and thinking Yay) and he has more sex with Jae. Classic. 😂
Thanks for the comment. I do love Cody. He’s a guy you can count on to be himself.
DeleteOn Ryan, though, maybe I’m writing him wrong. He definitely has his unique traits, like rage issues, but I’m not sure what’s giving that impression here. He’s barely in this story.
It's not just this story; it's an overall feeling I get from him when I read his stories. He just seems as if he doesn't care how the situations he puts himself and others in affects the people involved as long as he gets what he wants. It's almost as if he is trying to be Cody before Cody matured. While Cody still has that mischievous side to him, he's still aware of how it impacts others and tries to use it to do good rather than act only selfishly. That's how I read it. I'm sure people would disagree.
DeleteOTOH, I could just be biased to Ryan because of how much I like Cody.
DeleteGot it. I can see that POV. He’s always been a ‘business is business’ kind of guy. And he is dating three guys, all of whom want more from him (except maybe Corey).
DeleteAnother excellent match. I could picture the mounds of muscle struggling in the ring. But for me, I didn't really get Ram as the "heel". Instead it felt like two hot muscular guys going at it. Hot as hell, but not quite heel vs face.
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DeleteThat’s fair. Ram as a villain/heel is more about his Cave persona than his behavior here, so it’s a writing cheat. I struggle with writing the action clearly with similar guys when there’s an outside moderator. The adjectives are interchangeable (they’re both big, ripped, chiseled, musclemen, bodybuilders, etc.), which is where the hero-villain-heel-face labels really help me. In this case, I admit that Ram doesn’t really behave as a heel at all. He doesn’t cheat or do low blows or anything nasty at all.
DeleteThat’s a great observation, Mangler, and entirely spot-on. Ram is only a “heel” in the loosest sense of the word. He basically becomes the heel by default because he’s not exactly a “face” — especially compared to a hero like Commander Marvel. He’s billed as a villain, but he’s not actually villainous. He’s more of an anti-hero. He’s aggressive, yet honorable, in all of his matches.
Ram and Brody are also crazy about each other, but they’re afraid to call what they have a “relationship” out of fear of jinxing it. Thus, Ram can’t / won’t act very heel-like against the man he loves. That being said, what first attracted Brody and Ram to each other was their identical stats and their competitive nature. The main foundation of their relationship is testing their strength and resolve against an evenly-matched opponent, so they’re gonna give each other everything they’ve got every time they wrestle — and they can both give and take A LOT of punishment! :) It’s almost like a constant struggle for alpha-level dominance. Fortunately, they absolutely love it, and there are never any hard feelings about who wins and who loses. They wrestle so frequently (in private) and are so evenly-matched that their win-loss records versus one another are virtually identical, and each man has an equal chance of beating the other at any time.
Lastly, as Cody witnessed in the locker room after the match, “victory” and “alpha status” mean very little to either man since they’re so into each other. The aggressive matches they have are almost like foreplay to them. They truly see each other as equals despite their very different socio-economic backgrounds. It’s a beautiful thing both figuratively AND literally! :)
- JS
DeleteI feel like Cody has become more cautious, in a good way, he's learned to look out for people's feelings and is always trying to course correct. Ryan to me is more intuitive socially, he trusts that Buck and Ram know what they're doing.
ReplyDeleteAnd speaking of Buck and Ram, that ending was great, I love when wrestlers are pushed past their limits and have to keep going.
You got it! Cody is more cautious these days.
DeleteI’m glad you liked that story, especially the exhausted hunks having to push forward. Personally, I love those pro wrestling moments where the guys are drained, one guy drapes his arm on his opponent’s chest, and then the other guy flips the pin. I think this is first time where it felt right to do it.
Hi guapomansi. Have you had a chance to read the 5-part "Brody vs Ram" series and the "Zodiac Saga, Part 1" in the Other Series tab under the Fan Fiction section? Brody and Ram push themselves to exhaustion and beyond MULTIPLE times in those stories! :)
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DeleteGreat story to begin the New Year! I agree with Mangler that Ram is not really a heel but that doesn’t diminish the hot action as two sexy muscular bodybuilders collide in the ring. I was a bit surprised that Marvel won. I guess I was hoping that Ram’s thick tool would be put to good use in Brody’s mouth and hole. Still the ‘stakes’ were very hot especially when Ram helped Brody recharge so quickly. Thank you for starting us off so well!
Great story to begin the New Year! I agree with Mangler that Ram is not really a heel but that doesn’t diminish the hot action as two sexy muscular bodybuilders collide in the ring. I was a bit surprised that Marvel won. I guess I was hoping that Ram’s thick tool would be put to good use in Brody’s mouth and hole. Still the ‘stakes’ were very hot especially when Ram helped Brody recharge so quickly. Thank you for starting us off so well!
DeleteI've done the same thing. Only difference is that I can delete it when I do. LOL.
DeleteThanks! Glad you liked it. Yeah, this one could've gone either way and I debated a long time. They're so evenly matched. I even thought about ending in the simultaneous knockout with both guys getting stakes (neither won, but they both lost), but as I was writing, Marvel felt like the underdog and I was in an underdog winning mood. LOL.
Hi vinnymusclestallion. I just checked out your stories based on Alex's promo. OMG -- how could I have missed these?! I read the first three and was immediately hooked! They're AMAZING!!!
DeleteHave you had a chance to read the 5-part "Brody vs Ram" series and the "Zodiac Saga, Part 1" in the Other Series tab under the Fan Fiction section? Brody and Ram use their "endowments" and exchange stakes MULTIPLE times throughout the series (particularly in Part 5 and in the Zodiac Saga). I think you'd enjoy it, and I'd love to get feedback from a great writer such as yourself! :)
Wow loved this muscle vs muscle battle. Certainly was rooting for the bodybuilder and you did not disappoint.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Appreciate the comment. Big boys doing big boy stuff.
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