TUESDAY AFTERNOON. MY ROOF DECK. LOS ANGELES CA.
“Fuck, Cody. That’s him. It’s really him.”
I laugh at my boyfriend Jae’s awe as we take a seat on the far end of our roof deck watching our surprise houseguest sun himself just 40 feet away. When I reached out with a vague request asking if an old acquaintance of mine could stay with us for a week, Jae was cool with it. Now that he sees the thickly muscular and chiseled Korean American pro wrestler lying on our roof deck in his speedo, he’s more than okay.
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| Ian is sunning himself. Why? I don't know, yet. |
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| The massive Gravedigger. |
I whisper, not wanting to disturb our guest, “You’re drooling, Jae. Should I be jealous?”
My boyfriend quietly teases me, “Yes, Cody, you probably should be. I’m sorry, jagi,” (Jae’s new pet name for me after we watched a couple of Korean dramas and I said it was cute) “but if Ice Cold Ian Park asks me to run away with him, well, I’ll send you a postcard.”
“Duly noted. After all the weeks of Beau living here and the roof construction, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about another guest so soon. Thanks for letting him crash.”
“Another guest? Seriously? If you’d told me who it was, I would’ve cancelled my appointments and come home right away. You know that man is my favorite wrestler in the world.” I fake pout. Jae laughs, “You know what I mean. Favorite wrestler in the world after you.”
I smile, “That’s better.” We go back to staring. “I was vague on purpose. I couldn’t tell you who was coming until you got here. What if someone saw the text? I/P asked me for complete secrecy. If it gets out that he’s here, he’ll leave, and I’ll feel like shit. I’m not even telling Ry. You won’t tell anyone, right? I know your mom is a huge fan, too.”
“She loves him, but no, Cody, of course I won’t blab. I never share any of your many, many, many secrets.” Jae asks, “So, have you figured out why he’s casually sunning himself on our roof deck just days before his huge title defense at Wrestlerama?”
“Not yet. I’m waiting for the right moment.”
Jae idly massages his bulge. It’s impossible not to admire the chiseled physique of pro wrestling’s biggest star. “So, how do we ask? I can try if you want. You know, a simple, ‘what brings you here’. I’ll be subtle.”
I remind him, “Isn’t tonight your flag football night? And drinks afterward?”
“Yeah, but of course I’ll cancel … oh. I see. You want to do this alone.” I nod. Jae sighs, “Okay, fine. I’ll go out with the guys. Let you work your magic. But he better be here when I get back. You need to take pictures of me with him and I need to ask him roughly a million questions.”
“Deal. I’ll introduce you but leave the snooping to me. Love you, babe.”
“Uh huh. I love you, too. But I’m kind of mad, too.”
“Why?”
“When you said you knew THE Ian Park, I never thought you meant he stays with you when he’s in town. The guy is a god, Cody. You can’t share enough details in your endless stories about your amazing sexcapades, but you downplay this! What the hell?”
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| THE Ian Park, WWL Omniversal Champion. |
My boyfriend seems doubtful. “Well, he obviously thinks you’re more than that. Why else would he choose to stay with you?”
I shrug, “I don’t know. Yet.”
Jae sighs as he stares at the top pro wrestler in the world. “I’m just saying that this is way bigger than the time you fucked half the cast of -” Jae freezes. He points at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, “Wait. Am I connected to Ian Park by your dick? Did you and him …?”
I hold up my hand, stopping him. “No. I was 16 when we met. I was thinking about which guy to take to junior prom, not looking for a one-night stand with a stranger.” I smirk, “That phase of my life came later. But I did tell you how we met.”
“Sure, but you obviously skipped the part that leads to him being on our roof. You made it sound like he was just a guy you crossed paths with once and you kept in touch.”
“And that’s true. After he was hired by the WWL, I made sure to reach out. It started as networking, and he’s given me a lot of great wrestling and business advice over the years. But we’ve never been closer than that. He’s more of a mentor than a drinking buddy.”
Jae doesn’t buy it, but he lets it go. “It sounds weird, but okay. It’s lucky timing. A week ago, Beau was in still the guest room.”
“I know, right? Sometimes things just work out for the best.”
“With you, Cody, sometimes seems like always.”
HANGING OUT WITH A MEGASTAR.
“This is delicious, Cody. You didn’t have to cook for me.”
“It’s cool, I/P. I figured you didn’t want to go out.”
The shirtless muscle beast nods, “True, but we could’ve ordered in.”
“Meh. I actually love cooking and your big match is Sunday. You don’t need to eat a ton of takeout before your big moment retiring a legend.” I/P’s face twitches. Subtle, but I see it. “Although, I’m sure this doesn’t live up to the food at the hotels where you usually stay.”
“Trust me, the food and the company are much better.” I/P looks around. “You’ve built an amazing life for yourself. I always knew you’d be successful.”
“Thanks. It’s nothing compared to your empire, but I’m happy with where I am.”
“Modesty doesn’t suit you, my friend. You’re very proud. And you’re right to be. Even at 16, you had uncanny focus. I was disappointed when you said pro wrestling wasn’t your path, but it’s worked out well for you. You have your own gym. A beautiful home. A wonderful man. And The Cave, of course. Which I love.”
My eyebrows go up, “Really? You’ve never used your free code, so I didn’t think you were a fan of our little superhero-themed, gay-oriented wrestling video site.”
“No, that’s not it. I just always pay for matches.” I open my mouth, but he stops me, “I was already a millionaire when it launched. And now, I’m much more than that. You don’t need to save me any money. I’m happy to pay whenever a match interests me.”
“Well, thank you, but I gave you that code because you’re my friend. And a mentor. I use a lot of your advice and the wrestling techniques you showed me. I’ll never forget you taking an interest in me. I was a kid, and you were the next big star. It meant - it means a lot.”
I/P waves that off, not wanting to hear it. “I especially like some of the big men on the roster.” He shares his favorite guys and matches. Wow, he really does know The Cave. “I’d like to meet them. If they’re local. I’m closing on a place here next month. LA will be my new home.”
“Wow, that’s great. Jae will be ecstatic. You might have to come to his family’s place. They all love you. It'll give you a chance to use your Korean. His grandmother will talk your ear off. And touch your arm and leg as you chat. She’s a bold lady and she loves to feel up muscle.”
I/P laughs. He confirms, “Of course, I will visit. I would be honored.”
“And I can introduce you to whoever you want from The Cave. They’ll all be thrilled that the WWL Omniversal Champion is a fan.” Again, I/P’s face twitches. “Okay, that’s the second time you’ve reacted like that. What’s going on? I love having you as a guest but why are you hiding out? Why are you doing it here with me? Please don’t say because you hate hotels, or you just want to meditate.”
“I should’ve known I couldn’t keep this from you. You’ve always been too smart, Cody.”
“Uh huh. That doesn’t answer my question.”
I/P sighs. “All right. After Sunday, I won’t be the WWL Omniversal champion anymore. I’m the one retiring from the WWL, not Gravedigger. That’s why I’m hiding out here. Connor McCann is angry about my decision, desperate to change my mind, and he doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. This is his first big deal since taking over from his father and he thinks I'm intentionally humiliating him. I still need to put on a great final match. I don’t need a week of conflict.”
I’m stunned. "But I just saw on social that you re-signed with a huge record-breaking deal."
"A lie. Leaks from the PR department. They don’t know it’s a lie, but I turned the deal down. Only Connor and I know. Even Gravedigger doesn’t know yet. His Wrestlerama undefeated streak will continue, and he’ll be champ for the next few months at least. Digger is going to go ballistic when I tell him that his retirement is being delayed.”
I try to process this. “The match is this weekend. When are you going to tell him?”
“Wednesday afternoon. I wanted to do it now, but Connor asked for the time to get a plan in place, so Gravedigger doesn’t freak out. He has a temper. But Connor did agree to let me break the news. It’s important that I do it. I need to explain my reasons, so he doesn’t feel betrayed. Behind the scenes, we’re actually friendly.”
“Wow. This is crazy. I could see if it was just a swerve, and you won the title back the next night but this? You’re really the one losing?”
I/P nods, “They can’t have the belt around the waist of someone who’s not under contract. Especially a man who doesn’t want to wrestle for them again.”
It hits me, “You’re putting a lot of faith in me. You know, telling me all this.”
“We’ve known each other a long time, Cody. I’m trusting you because I know I can. I’m being paid an obscene bonus if this stays a secret. Now that you’ve found out, I’m asking you to do it because you’re a good man and my friend. Of course, I’ll share part of my bonus for your silence once I get -”
I shake my head, “Stop. No way will I take money for this. I’m honored that you trust me so much.” I’m still in shock, but I feel like I need to give him a hug. I get up and he stands. We hold the embrace for a long minute before I sit back down. "I thought being the champ was your dream."
I/P corrects me, "Winning the biggest title in wrestling was my dream. And I've done it. Twice. My dream wasn't to hold onto it forever until I'm forced out because of age or injury. My dream wasn't to be the old man holding the next generation back. No, I've accomplished my dream. And I have more money than I could ever spend. Now, I need to focus on a new dream."
"Okay. Wow. Cool. What's the new dream?"
The muscle beast shrugs, "I don't know, yet, but until I do, I want to give back to the people who helped me along the way. I'm going to do a tour of the indies, especially the ones where I got my start. Back to real matches in hotels, gyms, and bars. My name should get them a lot of attention. Maybe I can lift up the next big stars who have the same dream I did."
"That's awesome. Oh! I need to connect you with my friend Ben. He’s brilliant. He owns CLAW out of DC and works with a bunch of other indie federations across the country, promoting them. He'd love to have you on any of his cards. Or all of them."
The massive muscleman nods, "Cody, if he's a friend of yours, of course I'll speak to him. I want to love wrestling again. Actual pro wrestling. Not always knowing the outcome. Like The Cave. There's so much passion in what you make. Even the grudge matches feel joyful and genuine. And sexy, of course."
“Of course. Speaking of sexy, there will be a mile-long line of Cave guys wanting to wrestle you. You’ll need to give me a list of your top guys in order.”
“I’ll get right on it.”
WEDNESDAY MORNING. THE CAVE ARENA. LOS ANGELES CA.
I/P blurts out, “DAMN!”
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| I/P's old school gear. |
We’ve been running moves, nothing too intense, just building up a sweat. I’m a really good wrestler, but I'm 6’/205 lbs. Compared to Gravedigger, I’m 9” shorter and 145 lbs smaller. Not a great substitute for his upcoming match.
I/P puts his phone down, closes his eyes and slowly breathes in and out ten times. He leaves the ring area with an obvious lie about needing to use the bathroom. He returns ten minutes later, clearly unhappy. I decide to let it go. I know that he’s under a lot of pressure and if he wanted me to know, he’d tell me. We go back to running moves, but he’s distracted.
Fifteen minutes later, we pause when his phone buzzes with a text.
“Cody. We’re about to have a visitor. Can you let him in? I really need a second before I see him. Just stand back and point him in this direction.”
“Sure.”
I pull on my black Batman t-shirt as I walk to the door in my black trunks and pro boots. I wonder if he’s invited over someone bigger than me. It hits me that ‘just stand back and point’ is an odd instruction. I open the door just as a big black SUV pulls up. I don’t recognize the driver. He looks too old and small to be a sparring partner. Maybe I/P’s agent with bad news? The back door flies open. Duh, of course, it’s a car service.
A big man steps out. Wow. 6’9”/350 lbs of sexy muscular monster. He’s got tanned white skin, dark close-cropped hair, and he’s in a tight black tee, shorts, and sneakers.
The Gravedigger is here.
And he looks pissed.
Connor McCann, that backstabbing asshole. He must have broken his deal with I/P and told Gravedigger himself. God knows what he said. I don’t like the look of this. Regardless of what my friend said, I’m not standing back. The big man needs to calm down. Let’s see what I can do. The giant storms to the door. I block it. He gets in my face, towering over me. I can see the veins in his neck popping. Yeah, he definitely needs to calm down.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BACKSTABBING MOTHERFUCKER?”
Spit hits my face as he screams. I slowly wipe his spittle from my cheek and dramatically flick it away. Yes, I'm buying time. Okay, this guy is huge and a megastar, but I’m not going to be intimidated, bullied, or disrespected. The fact that he didn’t just push past me tells me he’s not going to lay a hand on me. He knows how something like that can blow up, especially if I’m the type of guy who would sue his ass. I hope I’m right.
Gravedigger screams, “MOVE!”
I don’t move.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?”
I calmly reply, “I know exactly who you are. Now, let me tell you who I am. I’m Cody. You can call me The Bat. And this warehouse is the home of The Cave. MY cave.”
Frustrated, Gravedigger orders, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, LITTLE BAT!”
I confidently warn him, “Listen up. Yeah, you’re a big deal out there. But you’re trying to come into MY house and I’M the MAN in here. Now, calm the fuck down or go the fuck away.”
That stops the Gravedigger dead. No pun intended. He looks me up and down as if assessing my threat level. I can tell he wants to punch or shove me but he’s being smart. He swallows and tenses. My confidence and calm demeanor are driving him nuts. I just wait. Yeah, he can crush me. I know it, but he’s unsure now. He can’t figure out my deal and it’s confusing him.
The muscle giant finally nods and says in his normal deep gravelly voice, “All right. I’ll play along. I’m calm. Now, little Bat, please take me to the motherfucking double-crossing piece of shit you’ve got hiding out in your fucking cave.”
I smirk, “That’s better.”
Gravedigger snarls at me. “Who are you really? His bodyguard?”
“Just a friend.”
“Yeah, right. You don’t fool me. You’re a dangerous little Bat, aren’t you?”
I shrug, not answering. The mystery has him more focused on me than violence against my friend and I’d like to keep it that way. I allow him in and then lock the door. “Follow me.”
As I lead him to the ring area, Gravedigger is muttering and cursing, but he stays behind me. Weird to think that neither one of these pro wrestling megastars actually wants the most important title belt in sports entertainment. I don’t know why the giant beefcake is pissed that he’s going to win on Sunday, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.
When we reach the curtain to the ring area, I turn and see that he’s peeled off his shirt. Woof. “Park in there?” I nod. He drops his shorts and steps out of them, standing in black underwear and sneakers. His thick muscles look pumped and he’s clearly still tense and ready to fight, despite calming down to deal with me. On TV, he’s a sexy, swarthy beast. In person, he’s insanely hot. A god.
As I block another doorway in his path, I extend my hand to the irate giant. “Nice meeting you. I really am a big fan of yours.” He’s surprised but accepts my gesture. We shake hands. I look up at him, locking our eyes, “Remember, you’re a guest here. Don’t break anything.”
The big man growls, “No guarantees, little Bat, but you got my word that I’ll pay for whatever I destroy. Just stay outta my way.”
I nod, “Deal.”
I move to the side. In a battle between monsters, I will definitely stay out of it. I bend over and pick up his shirt and shorts. The muscular giant is bouncing like a prizefighter pre-match. With no choice, I sweep my hand to the curtain, releasing him from my custody. Like a racehorse when the gate opens, Gravedigger bursts forward, sprinting into the ring area and roaring.
I hope I/P is ready because this guy is coming in hot.
GRAVEDIGGER VS. THE CHAMP ‘ICE COLD’ IAN PARK.
I/P is sitting calmly on the ring apron. Just waiting. I wonder how much he heard. I/P slides off, but it’s not that far from door to ring and when you’re 6’9”, it’s even closer. The champ’s eyes go wide, and he starts to raise his hands as he realizes that Gravedigger is charging in hard. I guess he was expecting this to be a heated conversation. It’s definitely not going to be that.
In only a few long strides, the muscle giant is there. He’s unstoppable, smashing through I/P’s defense. The giant slams into my friend with a shoulder block that lifts the 240-lbs muscleman off his feet. WHAM! The impact sends the champ off his feet. BAM! I/P literally flies backward before crashing into the ring apron, hitting with the small of his back. WHACK! UNH!
I/P drops to one knee. He holds up a hand, “Wait, Digger. Wait.” He rises, leaning against the ring apron. “I know you’re pissed.” The burly behemoth steps back. I can’t see his face, but I can imagine it. Gravedigger doesn’t wait. He follows in with a splash, driving his massive body on top of I/P. He squashes the champ between the ring and his 350 lbs of power. CRUNCH!
The ripped muscleman drops to both knees this time, coughing. I’ve never seen the pro wrestling god genuinely weak before. He looks smaller and I’m worried for him. The raging monster grabs my friend by the head and then forces him up. He slams I/P’s face onto the apron. CRACK! The champ’s head snaps back, and he stumbles, landing on his ass. PLOP!
Gravedigger grabs I/P by the throat and forces him to his feet again. The champ tries to speak but is cut off by the tightening grip. The ripped muscleman wants to talk but the muscular giant has no interest. He just wants to punish the smaller powerhouse for the perceived betrayal. The bigger beast scoops my buddy up across his chest then bodyslams him on the mats surrounding the ring. BOOM! The champ writhes on the ground.
The muscular giant drives his boots down onto I/P’s sculpted torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I just watch. It’s not my place to get involved. It’s tough, but it’s the way it is. Now that our friendship has evolved, I want to save him, but I resist the urge to calm things down. At 16, I learned that pro wrestlers have a code. I/P wouldn’t appreciate my assistance. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Even if it means he gets wrecked.
And, oh boy, is he getting wrecked.
“HOW’S IT FEEL? GETTING FUCKED OVER BY A FRIEND?” I/P flexes to withstand the assault. “NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL!” Gravedigger pauses to look at me. He nods when he sees me casually standing here, hands on my hips. “Not saving him, little Bat?”
I shake my head, “No.”
Gravedigger grins, “Good man.”
I tell him firmly, “But you should listen to him.”
“I’ve heard enough. Just keep quiet and stay there. I’ll be done with him in a minute.” STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! “Maybe two.”
The massive monster drags I/P up by his wrist. He pushes him into the ring and then leaps onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle, balancing with the precision of a cat. I’ve watched Gravedigger on TV since I was a teenager but seeing him up-close and in-person is way more impressive. At 40, he still moves better than most men half his age and half his size.
“YOU FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS, YOU GREEDY SELFISH BASTARD? AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH OVER THE YEARS!”
The muscle giant doesn’t wait for a response. He leaps off the turnbuckle. Time seems to slow as he flies across the ring and then crashes down on top of the muscle stud champ. KABOOM! The ring shakes on impact and I/P’s eyes bulge out as he is crushed by 350 lbs of fury. Gravedigger bounces off so high that when he comes down again, it’s like a second splash. SPLAT! The helpless muscle god collapses under him, unmoving.
“Don’t bother playing possum, Park. I’m not even close to done with you.”
Sure enough, Gravedigger rises. More big boots rain down on I/P’s mighty body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The mighty giant drags his target up by his head. When he reaches one knee, I/P finds life. He throws a punch into the massive monster’s gut. THUD! OOF! The power behind the blow sends Gravedigger back three steps. My friend slowly rises to his feet.
I stifle a ‘yes’ but I’m happy to see I/P finally show signs of life. Gravedigger charges back in fast, lifting his knee right into I/P’s ridiculously sculpted pecs. WHOMP! The force sends him backward in a reverse somersault. The chiseled muscle god smoothly rolls into a squat. The swarthy giant is moving in, but IP launches forward, spearing him. THUD! OOF!
Now on top, the champ pins Gravedigger’s wrists to the canvas. He says, “Calm down.”
“Fuck you, Park. You didn’t even have the guts to tell me yourself. I gotta hear it from Connor.”
The beefy behemoth easily throws I/P off. They roll in opposite directions. Gravedigger is up fast and charging in. His rage is unrelenting. The champ is ready this time, though. He dodges and the massive monster sails past, flying into the ropes. The ripped muscleman gets behind him. He leaps up, delivering a dropkick that sends the big beast flying over the top rope.
Gravedigger flips around, landing feet first. He turns to the ring. I/P is already in the air. He crashes into the burly behemoth with a full-speed cross body. SPLAT! The 350-lbs giant doesn’t fall. He actually catches the champ and holds him across his chest. With his adrenaline this high, it’s not surprising to me that that didn’t work. The beast’s power is inhuman.
With his target trapped, the giant moves to the ringpost. The champ tries kicking to destabilize him, but it doesn’t work. Gravedigger slams I/P’s back into the steel post. THWOK! ARGH! The ripped muscleman cries out. The giant does it again. THWOK! ARGH! The big beast growls, “Gonna do the right thing?” I/P begs to talk about this. Gravedigger replies, “Wrong answer.”
The burly behemoth turns to bodyslam his prey down. I/P manages to get his arm around the back of Gravedigger’s head. That keeps his torso up so when the big man lets go, only his feet drop. The champ uses the surprise and his tight hold to slam the giant’s head into the ring apron, stunning him. CRACK! That finally slows down the bigger man, but I doubt it’s changed his attitude.
From behind, I/P grabs the giant’s thick traps for support, leaps up and lifts his knees, bracing them on Gravedigger’s back. He pulls back, bringing the massive mountain of a man down with a backcracker. KRAKT! AH! The hairy beast bounces off, reaching for his back as he rolls. The champ knows he needs to slow things down to calm things down.
The ripped muscleman gets on top of Gravedigger, locking on a rear naked choke. He rolls the burly beast over on top of him, adding a leg scissors for control. I/P isn’t going for the knockout. Maybe a mistake. He’s just using this as a controlling rest hold. The big man is struggling while the champ gets to re-focus. He tells the monster that he isn’t betraying him, but Gravedigger still refuses to listen, even as his breathing gets labored.
The burly behemoth’s face is red, his growls turning into gasps. Fuck, the giant is as sexy when he suffers as he is when he’s destroying someone. I have to pull out my phone and start a text chain with Jae about all this. He demands photos. I share one, but I remind him that we’ll have video thanks to the security cameras. And I have an opportunistic request, which Jae approves.
Gravedigger uses his 350-lbs of power to roll them over. He stands, carrying I/P’s 240-lbs of muscle like a backpack. The champ tries to cinch in the choke, but I can see that it’s too late. The massive monster runs him back into the ringpost. CLANG! The sleeper and scissors fall apart and when the giant steps away, I/P drops to his knees. His shoulders sag and his arms hang limp.
The big man suddenly strikes with a surprise donkey kick. His sneaker rises and flies backward, flattening the ripped muscleman with a vicious strike to the head. CRACK! I/P goes down and maybe out. The chiseled muscle god writhes on the mat. His pumped muscles are useless as he fights to rise, but he can’t. The champ collapses onto his back, looking done.
The enraged giant curses at the unmoving carcass at his feet. “FUCK! Fuck you! You know I can’t handle the fucking grind anymore. But you’re dragging me back for what? For money? For your fucking ego? To prove you’re the big shot who can get anything? FUCK YOU!”
The burly beast drags I/P up. He gorilla presses the 240-lbs muscleman overhead. Wow. Adrenaline is still at peak levels, I see. Gravedigger casually tosses the limp carcass over the middle rope back into the ring. SPLAT! I/P rolls to the middle. He stops on his stomach and then rises onto his elbows, shaking out his head. He plants one hand, searching for the strength to get up.
Gravedigger looks under the ring. He finds what he’s looking for. A long folding table, the same as you’d find under every wrestling ring in America. He sets it up and I bite my lip. I really hope it doesn’t come into play. In the ring, the champ is starting to move. His muscles tighten and flex as they’re willed into action. Hurry up! C’mon, buddy. The giant is stepping over the top rope and coming for you. Move!
I/P reaches his hands and knees only to get a running kick to the gut. WHOMP! The force flips the 240-lbs of muscle over in a 360, with the champ landing on his front. SPLAT! Gravedigger drags him up. He locks on an armbar from the wrist, practically tearing the thick limb off. ARGH! He wrenches the hold, forcing I/P around the ring until the giant is in the corner.
The burly behemoth defies logic, smoothly climbing to the top turnbuckle, as if he weighed 150 instead of 350. He walks across the top rope like a world-class tightrope walker in one of his signature moves. The rope sags from the 350-lbs of monster pushing down on top of it. I worry it might actually break when he bounces three times, but it holds.
I/P tries to fight, to destabilize the big man, but the armbar has him immobilized, unable to turn or get any power. If he tries too hard, his shoulder will dislocate. The burly behemoth uses the tension of the top rope to leap higher, coming down with a huge clubbing forearm on top of the ripped muscleman’s head. WHACK! I/P drops to the mat, stunned from the devastating blow.
The champ struggles to get his head clear. Gravedigger pulls his head between his thick, hairy legs, engulfing it between his massive thighs. He tightens the standing head scissors, his tree trunk legs swelling up to sequoia size, veins popping. The champ struggles to not go out. He gets weaker and weaker. The burly behemoth opens up and the ripped muscleman collapses.
“Gonna be smart? Gonna sign?”
“No.”
Gravedigger pulls the weakened muscleman up. He slings the helpless hunk over his shoulder. The ripped muscleman hangs limp on the right shoulder. Oh no. This is the setup for his signature finisher! As the giant starts to pull I/P forward, the champ manages to kick his feet. He slides behind the surprised stud and immediately gets his shoulders against his back.
I’m shocked as the champ finds the strength and focus to rack the massive mountain of a man across his broad shoulders! The torture rack works immediately, getting the big beast moaning. Not many men can do this to him and he’s really suffering. With 350-lbs of muscle on his shoulders, I/P fights for control. He can lift a lot more, but men are trickier than weights - they fight back. The giant is squirming and in I/P’s current state, he can’t hold him.
The champ shrugs the giant off before the inevitable escape. The burly behemoth falls five feet, landing on his front. Gravedigger rises fast, but I/P is ready. He unleashes a superkick to the big man’s chin. CRACK! The blow stuns him, sending the massive monster back into the ropes. They’re all that keeps him from going down. Now he’s the one shaking out his head, trying to regain focus.
I/P charges. He leaps, hitting Grave Digger with a flying shoulder block. The beefy beast is huge, but my buddy is unbelievably powerful. At 28, he was the first man to ever bodyslam pro wrestling superstar Big Time Beckett. The sheer force flips them both over the top rope. I take two steps forward, freaked out by the thought of them hitting the floor, but somehow, they both skillfully do a full 360 and land on their feet. PLOP! They stick the landing perfectly.
Wow, that’s why they’re the best pro wrestlers in the world.
As Gravedigger reaches for my ripped buddy, I/P goes low, ducking and driving his shoulder into the big man. He runs the giant into the ringpost. CLANG! I swear the ring actually moves. Gravedigger groans. The champ grabs his wrist and pulls him forward. I/P spins, going for a whip into the ring apron, but the giant reverses it. He sends I/P into the metal chairs at ringside. CRASH! BANG! CRUNCH! My buddy careens through three rows before finally stopping.
The giant grabs a metal folding chair, closing it up. As I/P starts to rise, he’s hit with a devastating chair shot. TWANG! Oh my god, that almost makes my back hurt just seeing it. The champ lies on the ground, cursing. He’s so tough. The ripped muscleman is rising up. It’s slow, but he’s determined to keep going. Wow! Unfortunately, Gravedigger still has the chair.
I/P gets to his hands and knees. Gravedigger raises the chair and slams it down across my buddy’s broad back. TWANG! The sound echoes through the empty arena. I/P is down again. And this time, he’s not getting up. The giant tosses the destroyed chair aside. He drags the champ up, scooping him across his chest. The burly behemoth casually carries him out of the mess of chairs like the chiseled muscle god weighs nothing.
Gravedigger finds a row of undamaged chairs. Oh no. Oh yes. The giant bodyslams my buddy onto a row of chairs. CRASH! The ripped muscleman hits and somehow, the chairs hold. He bounces and then rolls off, landing face first on the concrete floor. SPLAT! Wow. The hairy beast isn’t done. He grabs his victim by the boot, dragging his carcass toward the ringside table he set up earlier. Damn, why do these things always come into play?
I/P is wrecked. His thick, sculpted, muscular body is the envy of men the world over. It’s built to punish and be punished. But even this muscle god must have limits. When I’ve seen him like this in matches, I know he’s acting, but this is real. Unlike the WWL, this is unscripted. I wonder how much more my buddy can take. I wonder if there’s a point where I’ll have to step in, even if it breaks the pro wrestling code.
Gravedigger forces the champ’s head between his thick hairy legs. He grabs his prey around the waist, lifts and flips him so the dazed muscleman is sitting on his shoulders. The beefy muscle beast drives I/P down with a power bomb onto the table. SMASH! SHRAK! 240-lbs of muscle accelerates down and breaks the table like it’s made of paper. SPLAT! The champ ends up on the floor, an unmoving heap in the wreckage.
Gravedigger snarls, “Gonna do the right thing? Gonna sign your fucking deal - the best deal in the history of the business - and let me retire?”
To my surprise, I/P answers. He weakly says, “I can’t do that.”
“You fucking bitch.” Gravedigger turns to me, “You really a fan of mine, little Bat?”
I reply, “Of course.”
“Then you need to see my finisher.”
My eyes go wide, and I take a step forward, “No, I really don’t. I’m good.”
A sinister grin and a wagging finger, “No, no, no. Back it up. It's time to dig this selfish bitch’s grave. Using his head as my shovel.”
Gravedigger grabs the weakened muscleman’s wrist. He pulls him up. I/P is a rag doll, his mighty body loose and wobbly. The giant smoothly pulls the champ over his right shoulder. He marches to the stairs and climbs up. The burly behemoth uses his left hand to push down the top rope and then steps over. I can only watch quietly as he stands in the middle of the ring. He slides I/P down his body, locking his arms around the helpless muscle hunk’s waist.
The big behemoth drops, executing his signature tombstone piledriver. KRAKT! I grimace. Gravedigger holds my friend upside down for a moment, taking his time. He even winks at me from between I/P’s legs. When Gravedigger finally lets go, the champ collapses onto his back. His thick muscles convulse involuntarily. I hear a moan, but don’t see any more movement.
The big man slaps the champ’s face. SMACK! “Wake up, bitch! You gonna sign?” I/P grunts something, but I can’t hear it. Gravedigger can, though. And he doesn’t like it. “Maybe you’ll be an injury scratch on Sunday.”
Sure enough, Gravedigger uses his overwhelming power to force I/P up over his shoulder. Oh no. Not again! The hunky giant drops down for a second tombstone! KRAKT! When he’s released, the champ crumples into a heap. Gravedigger grabs him by the hair, lifting his head. He puts his ear to I/P’s mouth. “Well?” He listens. “C’mon? Gonna sign?”
This time, I hear the response. A clear, “no” comes out. Oh I/P! Why not just lie?
The mountainous beast shakes his head, “You’re a fucking bastard, but I’m not gonna ask again.” I’m relieved. It’s over. I move to the ring apron, but Gravedigger puts up a hand, “Stop right there, little Bat.”
“I want to check on him.”
“When I’m done.”
I'm surprised, “What? You're not done?”
That sinister grin returns. "Nope." Gravedigger hauls I/P up again! He slings my buddy’s muscular carcass over his shoulder and, with a sneer on his face, which is red from anger, the mighty mammoth delivers a third tombstone piledriver! KRAKT! Oh boy. The champ’s definitely done now. He lies on the canvas; the only movement are some spasms in his destroyed body.
The big man rises and stands over the devastated muscleman. His entire body heaves as he looks at the destruction he's unleashed. He finally looks at me, “Now you can come in, little Bat. I got no more use for this piece of crap.”
I slide in, but it’s a little late for me to do much. I hope I made the right call by not interfering. Pro wrestling rules are sacrosanct, but there must be exceptions. Then again, looking at the pumped burly behemoth, all 350-lbs pumped and hard, what could I really have done anyway? Could I have calmed him down? Or would I have ended up lying unconscious beside I/P?
Before I can get to my buddy, Gravedigger grabs my arm and pulls me to him. I can feel the heat coming off his sweaty mountainous body. My nose fills with his musk as we lock eyes. The hairy beast asks, “So, what’s the deal with this place? Your cave?”
“I’ll show you. After I make sure I/P is okay.”
AFTER THE MATCH.
I check on I/P. He wakes up and rubs my arm. He tells me he’s fine. After three tombstone piledrivers, I have my doubts, but I have no choice but to accept his response. At least there’s no concussion. Full movement. Exhausted and sore as fuck, but after what he just endured, that’s a good outcome. I look over. Gravedigger stands in the far corner, waiting. He is silent and foreboding, much like his WWL persona. Fuck, he’s hot. My mind is working overtime.
I rise calmly and then exit the ring, intentionally ignoring the muscular giant. I walk to the doorway. In the mirror, I notice that Gravedigger’s watching me. I pick up his neatly folded clothes and wait. The mighty monster looks at the unmoving I/P and then steps over the top rope. He casually hops off the ring apron. PLOP! His shoulders sag. His rage is gone.
As he comes toward me, the swarthy giant rolls his shoulders and winces as he walks. I can tell the match took a lot out of him, too. I don’t move or speak first. I just let him come to me. He saunters up with well-deserved confidence. He just showed what he can do. Staring at his massive sweaty body, I decide that I’ll show him what I can do. He won the wrestling round, but there’s always post-match action in The Cave.
Towering over me, the winner looks down and says with a smirk, “Managed not to damage too much, little Bat. Broken table. Dented chairs. I probably got enough cash on me to cover all that. But I kinda broke your buddy, too. How much you charging me for him?”
I smile, “I’m sure we can negotiate a fair price. I’ll show you to the showers.”
“Nah, I’m good, little Bat. I gotta give my husband the bad news, so I just want outta here.”
I shake my head, “No, you’re really not good. That limo driver doesn’t want to ride back with you like this. And we need to work out those muscles.” I put my hand on his bicep. Rock solid. I pull and he lets me move him forward. “I’ve got your clothes. I’ve got soap and shampoo in the locker room. C’mon.” I casually rub up and down his back going lower as we walk.
Once inside the locker room, Gravedigger notices, “You got mats in your locker room?"
“Yep. Good for pre-match warming up and after-match stretching. Showers are in there. I’ll grab my shower kit for you.” I let the big man strip off his underwear and sneakers. I wait until he’s naked. What a beast. I order, “Lie down on the mats.”
“Why?”
“I’ll stretch you out. Don’t worry, I’m a trained professional.” The naked giant hesitates. I explain, “Connor won’t be very happy if you’re hobbled because you didn’t warm down properly.” Post-match musclemen are often more compliant, especially after an emotionally draining match like he just had. He came for a conflict, and he resolved it. Now, his adrenaline has evaporated. "Down on the mat."
Sure enough, Gravedigger moves to the mat. I say, “On your stomach.” I grab the naked giant’s ankle, lifting his left leg. I start to manipulate him physically, twisting, rubbing and caressing his long legs. He moans as I move him through a routine. He lifts his hips. I occasionally put my hand on his smooth round butt cheeks as I work him out from his lower back down to his toes.
“Flip over.” The big monster rolls over. I smirk as I see how much his cock has grown. He’s a happy boy. I work him again, bending his leg. His junk gets in the way, so I suggest he move it. He idly reaches down and starts playing with himself in response to my work. He’s completely relaxed now, telling me how great this feels. I just keep going until I think he’s fully stretched.
I help him up. No easy task, but I lean back and with his help, it’s enough to pull him to his feet. He shakes out his legs. “Thanks. That was the best stretch I’ve ever had. I need your number.”
“Sure. Happy to work you out any time.” I point at the bench, “Take a seat.”
“Why? I feel great.”
“That was lower body. Now, I’ll work out your neck, shoulders, and back.”
The giant sits. I move in behind him. I work his shoulders. He moans. My hands are big and strong, able to knead his thick muscles. Gravedigger is loose. His head bows forward. I slide down his spine to the top of his crack then back up. I work outward. When I’m done, I strip off my shirt as he sits up straight. I move in front. He looks up at me curiously. I hold the stare.
I run my hands over his bowling ball shoulders and huge traps. I grab his head and lift his chin. I simply say, “Neck.” He relaxes. I step in closer than is professional. I roll his head, lower it then slowly lift it up. His forehead and nose run up the middle of my bare abs. I ignore it as I manipulate his head. His lips brush my smooth skin. He breathes in and out, taking in my scent. He’s so very chill.
I lift his head and look down into his eyes, “How do you feel?”
Gravedigger looks up at me, “Like you’re just as dangerous as I thought, Bat. I knew I had to watch out for you the minute we met.”
I smirk as I slide my hands onto his traps and knead them as he continues to look up at me. I slowly inch him forward, but I never let go of his eyes. His chin rests in the middle of my upper abs. I work his muscles. His hands caress my legs. His eyes beg for more. I nod, giving him permission. He moves his head and then kisses my stomach. He sits up taller, running his lips up between my pecs.
The mighty monster is fondling my butt. Probably thinking that there’s a chance he’ll get it. As his mouth moves, I take a good look at his cock. It’s nice. Uncut. Thick. Good length. More importantly, it’s at full mast as I tower over him in the dominant position. It wouldn't be so bad getting fucked by him. But that's not my plan. I gently run my hands over his head, telling him, “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” He moans as he worships me.
I/P puts his phone down, closes his eyes and slowly breathes in and out ten times. He leaves the ring area with an obvious lie about needing to use the bathroom. He returns ten minutes later, clearly unhappy. I decide to let it go. I know that he’s under a lot of pressure and if he wanted me to know, he’d tell me. We go back to running moves, but he’s distracted.
Fifteen minutes later, we pause when his phone buzzes with a text.
“Cody. We’re about to have a visitor. Can you let him in? I really need a second before I see him. Just stand back and point him in this direction.”
“Sure.”
I pull on my black Batman t-shirt as I walk to the door in my black trunks and pro boots. I wonder if he’s invited over someone bigger than me. It hits me that ‘just stand back and point’ is an odd instruction. I open the door just as a big black SUV pulls up. I don’t recognize the driver. He looks too old and small to be a sparring partner. Maybe I/P’s agent with bad news? The back door flies open. Duh, of course, it’s a car service.
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| Who's getting out of the car? |
The Gravedigger is here.
And he looks pissed.
Connor McCann, that backstabbing asshole. He must have broken his deal with I/P and told Gravedigger himself. God knows what he said. I don’t like the look of this. Regardless of what my friend said, I’m not standing back. The big man needs to calm down. Let’s see what I can do. The giant storms to the door. I block it. He gets in my face, towering over me. I can see the veins in his neck popping. Yeah, he definitely needs to calm down.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BACKSTABBING MOTHERFUCKER?”
Spit hits my face as he screams. I slowly wipe his spittle from my cheek and dramatically flick it away. Yes, I'm buying time. Okay, this guy is huge and a megastar, but I’m not going to be intimidated, bullied, or disrespected. The fact that he didn’t just push past me tells me he’s not going to lay a hand on me. He knows how something like that can blow up, especially if I’m the type of guy who would sue his ass. I hope I’m right.
Gravedigger screams, “MOVE!”
I don’t move.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?”
I calmly reply, “I know exactly who you are. Now, let me tell you who I am. I’m Cody. You can call me The Bat. And this warehouse is the home of The Cave. MY cave.”
Frustrated, Gravedigger orders, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, LITTLE BAT!”
I confidently warn him, “Listen up. Yeah, you’re a big deal out there. But you’re trying to come into MY house and I’M the MAN in here. Now, calm the fuck down or go the fuck away.”
That stops the Gravedigger dead. No pun intended. He looks me up and down as if assessing my threat level. I can tell he wants to punch or shove me but he’s being smart. He swallows and tenses. My confidence and calm demeanor are driving him nuts. I just wait. Yeah, he can crush me. I know it, but he’s unsure now. He can’t figure out my deal and it’s confusing him.
The muscle giant finally nods and says in his normal deep gravelly voice, “All right. I’ll play along. I’m calm. Now, little Bat, please take me to the motherfucking double-crossing piece of shit you’ve got hiding out in your fucking cave.”
I smirk, “That’s better.”
Gravedigger snarls at me. “Who are you really? His bodyguard?”
“Just a friend.”
“Yeah, right. You don’t fool me. You’re a dangerous little Bat, aren’t you?”
I shrug, not answering. The mystery has him more focused on me than violence against my friend and I’d like to keep it that way. I allow him in and then lock the door. “Follow me.”
As I lead him to the ring area, Gravedigger is muttering and cursing, but he stays behind me. Weird to think that neither one of these pro wrestling megastars actually wants the most important title belt in sports entertainment. I don’t know why the giant beefcake is pissed that he’s going to win on Sunday, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.
When we reach the curtain to the ring area, I turn and see that he’s peeled off his shirt. Woof. “Park in there?” I nod. He drops his shorts and steps out of them, standing in black underwear and sneakers. His thick muscles look pumped and he’s clearly still tense and ready to fight, despite calming down to deal with me. On TV, he’s a sexy, swarthy beast. In person, he’s insanely hot. A god.
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| Wow, GD is even better in person. |
The big man growls, “No guarantees, little Bat, but you got my word that I’ll pay for whatever I destroy. Just stay outta my way.”
I nod, “Deal.”
I move to the side. In a battle between monsters, I will definitely stay out of it. I bend over and pick up his shirt and shorts. The muscular giant is bouncing like a prizefighter pre-match. With no choice, I sweep my hand to the curtain, releasing him from my custody. Like a racehorse when the gate opens, Gravedigger bursts forward, sprinting into the ring area and roaring.
I hope I/P is ready because this guy is coming in hot.
GRAVEDIGGER VS. THE CHAMP ‘ICE COLD’ IAN PARK.
I/P is sitting calmly on the ring apron. Just waiting. I wonder how much he heard. I/P slides off, but it’s not that far from door to ring and when you’re 6’9”, it’s even closer. The champ’s eyes go wide, and he starts to raise his hands as he realizes that Gravedigger is charging in hard. I guess he was expecting this to be a heated conversation. It’s definitely not going to be that.
In only a few long strides, the muscle giant is there. He’s unstoppable, smashing through I/P’s defense. The giant slams into my friend with a shoulder block that lifts the 240-lbs muscleman off his feet. WHAM! The impact sends the champ off his feet. BAM! I/P literally flies backward before crashing into the ring apron, hitting with the small of his back. WHACK! UNH!
I/P drops to one knee. He holds up a hand, “Wait, Digger. Wait.” He rises, leaning against the ring apron. “I know you’re pissed.” The burly behemoth steps back. I can’t see his face, but I can imagine it. Gravedigger doesn’t wait. He follows in with a splash, driving his massive body on top of I/P. He squashes the champ between the ring and his 350 lbs of power. CRUNCH!
The ripped muscleman drops to both knees this time, coughing. I’ve never seen the pro wrestling god genuinely weak before. He looks smaller and I’m worried for him. The raging monster grabs my friend by the head and then forces him up. He slams I/P’s face onto the apron. CRACK! The champ’s head snaps back, and he stumbles, landing on his ass. PLOP!
Gravedigger grabs I/P by the throat and forces him to his feet again. The champ tries to speak but is cut off by the tightening grip. The ripped muscleman wants to talk but the muscular giant has no interest. He just wants to punish the smaller powerhouse for the perceived betrayal. The bigger beast scoops my buddy up across his chest then bodyslams him on the mats surrounding the ring. BOOM! The champ writhes on the ground.
The muscular giant drives his boots down onto I/P’s sculpted torso. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I just watch. It’s not my place to get involved. It’s tough, but it’s the way it is. Now that our friendship has evolved, I want to save him, but I resist the urge to calm things down. At 16, I learned that pro wrestlers have a code. I/P wouldn’t appreciate my assistance. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Even if it means he gets wrecked.
And, oh boy, is he getting wrecked.
“HOW’S IT FEEL? GETTING FUCKED OVER BY A FRIEND?” I/P flexes to withstand the assault. “NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL!” Gravedigger pauses to look at me. He nods when he sees me casually standing here, hands on my hips. “Not saving him, little Bat?”
I shake my head, “No.”
Gravedigger grins, “Good man.”
I tell him firmly, “But you should listen to him.”
“I’ve heard enough. Just keep quiet and stay there. I’ll be done with him in a minute.” STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! “Maybe two.”
The massive monster drags I/P up by his wrist. He pushes him into the ring and then leaps onto the apron and then onto the top turnbuckle, balancing with the precision of a cat. I’ve watched Gravedigger on TV since I was a teenager but seeing him up-close and in-person is way more impressive. At 40, he still moves better than most men half his age and half his size.
“YOU FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS, YOU GREEDY SELFISH BASTARD? AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH OVER THE YEARS!”
The muscle giant doesn’t wait for a response. He leaps off the turnbuckle. Time seems to slow as he flies across the ring and then crashes down on top of the muscle stud champ. KABOOM! The ring shakes on impact and I/P’s eyes bulge out as he is crushed by 350 lbs of fury. Gravedigger bounces off so high that when he comes down again, it’s like a second splash. SPLAT! The helpless muscle god collapses under him, unmoving.
“Don’t bother playing possum, Park. I’m not even close to done with you.”
Sure enough, Gravedigger rises. More big boots rain down on I/P’s mighty body. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The mighty giant drags his target up by his head. When he reaches one knee, I/P finds life. He throws a punch into the massive monster’s gut. THUD! OOF! The power behind the blow sends Gravedigger back three steps. My friend slowly rises to his feet.
I stifle a ‘yes’ but I’m happy to see I/P finally show signs of life. Gravedigger charges back in fast, lifting his knee right into I/P’s ridiculously sculpted pecs. WHOMP! The force sends him backward in a reverse somersault. The chiseled muscle god smoothly rolls into a squat. The swarthy giant is moving in, but IP launches forward, spearing him. THUD! OOF!
Now on top, the champ pins Gravedigger’s wrists to the canvas. He says, “Calm down.”
“Fuck you, Park. You didn’t even have the guts to tell me yourself. I gotta hear it from Connor.”
The beefy behemoth easily throws I/P off. They roll in opposite directions. Gravedigger is up fast and charging in. His rage is unrelenting. The champ is ready this time, though. He dodges and the massive monster sails past, flying into the ropes. The ripped muscleman gets behind him. He leaps up, delivering a dropkick that sends the big beast flying over the top rope.
Gravedigger flips around, landing feet first. He turns to the ring. I/P is already in the air. He crashes into the burly behemoth with a full-speed cross body. SPLAT! The 350-lbs giant doesn’t fall. He actually catches the champ and holds him across his chest. With his adrenaline this high, it’s not surprising to me that that didn’t work. The beast’s power is inhuman.
With his target trapped, the giant moves to the ringpost. The champ tries kicking to destabilize him, but it doesn’t work. Gravedigger slams I/P’s back into the steel post. THWOK! ARGH! The ripped muscleman cries out. The giant does it again. THWOK! ARGH! The big beast growls, “Gonna do the right thing?” I/P begs to talk about this. Gravedigger replies, “Wrong answer.”
The burly behemoth turns to bodyslam his prey down. I/P manages to get his arm around the back of Gravedigger’s head. That keeps his torso up so when the big man lets go, only his feet drop. The champ uses the surprise and his tight hold to slam the giant’s head into the ring apron, stunning him. CRACK! That finally slows down the bigger man, but I doubt it’s changed his attitude.
From behind, I/P grabs the giant’s thick traps for support, leaps up and lifts his knees, bracing them on Gravedigger’s back. He pulls back, bringing the massive mountain of a man down with a backcracker. KRAKT! AH! The hairy beast bounces off, reaching for his back as he rolls. The champ knows he needs to slow things down to calm things down.
The ripped muscleman gets on top of Gravedigger, locking on a rear naked choke. He rolls the burly beast over on top of him, adding a leg scissors for control. I/P isn’t going for the knockout. Maybe a mistake. He’s just using this as a controlling rest hold. The big man is struggling while the champ gets to re-focus. He tells the monster that he isn’t betraying him, but Gravedigger still refuses to listen, even as his breathing gets labored.
The burly behemoth’s face is red, his growls turning into gasps. Fuck, the giant is as sexy when he suffers as he is when he’s destroying someone. I have to pull out my phone and start a text chain with Jae about all this. He demands photos. I share one, but I remind him that we’ll have video thanks to the security cameras. And I have an opportunistic request, which Jae approves.
Gravedigger uses his 350-lbs of power to roll them over. He stands, carrying I/P’s 240-lbs of muscle like a backpack. The champ tries to cinch in the choke, but I can see that it’s too late. The massive monster runs him back into the ringpost. CLANG! The sleeper and scissors fall apart and when the giant steps away, I/P drops to his knees. His shoulders sag and his arms hang limp.
The big man suddenly strikes with a surprise donkey kick. His sneaker rises and flies backward, flattening the ripped muscleman with a vicious strike to the head. CRACK! I/P goes down and maybe out. The chiseled muscle god writhes on the mat. His pumped muscles are useless as he fights to rise, but he can’t. The champ collapses onto his back, looking done.
The enraged giant curses at the unmoving carcass at his feet. “FUCK! Fuck you! You know I can’t handle the fucking grind anymore. But you’re dragging me back for what? For money? For your fucking ego? To prove you’re the big shot who can get anything? FUCK YOU!”
The burly beast drags I/P up. He gorilla presses the 240-lbs muscleman overhead. Wow. Adrenaline is still at peak levels, I see. Gravedigger casually tosses the limp carcass over the middle rope back into the ring. SPLAT! I/P rolls to the middle. He stops on his stomach and then rises onto his elbows, shaking out his head. He plants one hand, searching for the strength to get up.
Gravedigger looks under the ring. He finds what he’s looking for. A long folding table, the same as you’d find under every wrestling ring in America. He sets it up and I bite my lip. I really hope it doesn’t come into play. In the ring, the champ is starting to move. His muscles tighten and flex as they’re willed into action. Hurry up! C’mon, buddy. The giant is stepping over the top rope and coming for you. Move!
I/P reaches his hands and knees only to get a running kick to the gut. WHOMP! The force flips the 240-lbs of muscle over in a 360, with the champ landing on his front. SPLAT! Gravedigger drags him up. He locks on an armbar from the wrist, practically tearing the thick limb off. ARGH! He wrenches the hold, forcing I/P around the ring until the giant is in the corner.
The burly behemoth defies logic, smoothly climbing to the top turnbuckle, as if he weighed 150 instead of 350. He walks across the top rope like a world-class tightrope walker in one of his signature moves. The rope sags from the 350-lbs of monster pushing down on top of it. I worry it might actually break when he bounces three times, but it holds.
I/P tries to fight, to destabilize the big man, but the armbar has him immobilized, unable to turn or get any power. If he tries too hard, his shoulder will dislocate. The burly behemoth uses the tension of the top rope to leap higher, coming down with a huge clubbing forearm on top of the ripped muscleman’s head. WHACK! I/P drops to the mat, stunned from the devastating blow.
The champ struggles to get his head clear. Gravedigger pulls his head between his thick, hairy legs, engulfing it between his massive thighs. He tightens the standing head scissors, his tree trunk legs swelling up to sequoia size, veins popping. The champ struggles to not go out. He gets weaker and weaker. The burly behemoth opens up and the ripped muscleman collapses.
“Gonna be smart? Gonna sign?”
“No.”
Gravedigger pulls the weakened muscleman up. He slings the helpless hunk over his shoulder. The ripped muscleman hangs limp on the right shoulder. Oh no. This is the setup for his signature finisher! As the giant starts to pull I/P forward, the champ manages to kick his feet. He slides behind the surprised stud and immediately gets his shoulders against his back.
I’m shocked as the champ finds the strength and focus to rack the massive mountain of a man across his broad shoulders! The torture rack works immediately, getting the big beast moaning. Not many men can do this to him and he’s really suffering. With 350-lbs of muscle on his shoulders, I/P fights for control. He can lift a lot more, but men are trickier than weights - they fight back. The giant is squirming and in I/P’s current state, he can’t hold him.
The champ shrugs the giant off before the inevitable escape. The burly behemoth falls five feet, landing on his front. Gravedigger rises fast, but I/P is ready. He unleashes a superkick to the big man’s chin. CRACK! The blow stuns him, sending the massive monster back into the ropes. They’re all that keeps him from going down. Now he’s the one shaking out his head, trying to regain focus.
I/P charges. He leaps, hitting Grave Digger with a flying shoulder block. The beefy beast is huge, but my buddy is unbelievably powerful. At 28, he was the first man to ever bodyslam pro wrestling superstar Big Time Beckett. The sheer force flips them both over the top rope. I take two steps forward, freaked out by the thought of them hitting the floor, but somehow, they both skillfully do a full 360 and land on their feet. PLOP! They stick the landing perfectly.
Wow, that’s why they’re the best pro wrestlers in the world.
As Gravedigger reaches for my ripped buddy, I/P goes low, ducking and driving his shoulder into the big man. He runs the giant into the ringpost. CLANG! I swear the ring actually moves. Gravedigger groans. The champ grabs his wrist and pulls him forward. I/P spins, going for a whip into the ring apron, but the giant reverses it. He sends I/P into the metal chairs at ringside. CRASH! BANG! CRUNCH! My buddy careens through three rows before finally stopping.
The giant grabs a metal folding chair, closing it up. As I/P starts to rise, he’s hit with a devastating chair shot. TWANG! Oh my god, that almost makes my back hurt just seeing it. The champ lies on the ground, cursing. He’s so tough. The ripped muscleman is rising up. It’s slow, but he’s determined to keep going. Wow! Unfortunately, Gravedigger still has the chair.
I/P gets to his hands and knees. Gravedigger raises the chair and slams it down across my buddy’s broad back. TWANG! The sound echoes through the empty arena. I/P is down again. And this time, he’s not getting up. The giant tosses the destroyed chair aside. He drags the champ up, scooping him across his chest. The burly behemoth casually carries him out of the mess of chairs like the chiseled muscle god weighs nothing.
Gravedigger finds a row of undamaged chairs. Oh no. Oh yes. The giant bodyslams my buddy onto a row of chairs. CRASH! The ripped muscleman hits and somehow, the chairs hold. He bounces and then rolls off, landing face first on the concrete floor. SPLAT! Wow. The hairy beast isn’t done. He grabs his victim by the boot, dragging his carcass toward the ringside table he set up earlier. Damn, why do these things always come into play?
I/P is wrecked. His thick, sculpted, muscular body is the envy of men the world over. It’s built to punish and be punished. But even this muscle god must have limits. When I’ve seen him like this in matches, I know he’s acting, but this is real. Unlike the WWL, this is unscripted. I wonder how much more my buddy can take. I wonder if there’s a point where I’ll have to step in, even if it breaks the pro wrestling code.
Gravedigger forces the champ’s head between his thick hairy legs. He grabs his prey around the waist, lifts and flips him so the dazed muscleman is sitting on his shoulders. The beefy muscle beast drives I/P down with a power bomb onto the table. SMASH! SHRAK! 240-lbs of muscle accelerates down and breaks the table like it’s made of paper. SPLAT! The champ ends up on the floor, an unmoving heap in the wreckage.
Gravedigger snarls, “Gonna do the right thing? Gonna sign your fucking deal - the best deal in the history of the business - and let me retire?”
To my surprise, I/P answers. He weakly says, “I can’t do that.”
“You fucking bitch.” Gravedigger turns to me, “You really a fan of mine, little Bat?”
I reply, “Of course.”
“Then you need to see my finisher.”
My eyes go wide, and I take a step forward, “No, I really don’t. I’m good.”
A sinister grin and a wagging finger, “No, no, no. Back it up. It's time to dig this selfish bitch’s grave. Using his head as my shovel.”
Gravedigger grabs the weakened muscleman’s wrist. He pulls him up. I/P is a rag doll, his mighty body loose and wobbly. The giant smoothly pulls the champ over his right shoulder. He marches to the stairs and climbs up. The burly behemoth uses his left hand to push down the top rope and then steps over. I can only watch quietly as he stands in the middle of the ring. He slides I/P down his body, locking his arms around the helpless muscle hunk’s waist.
The big behemoth drops, executing his signature tombstone piledriver. KRAKT! I grimace. Gravedigger holds my friend upside down for a moment, taking his time. He even winks at me from between I/P’s legs. When Gravedigger finally lets go, the champ collapses onto his back. His thick muscles convulse involuntarily. I hear a moan, but don’t see any more movement.
The big man slaps the champ’s face. SMACK! “Wake up, bitch! You gonna sign?” I/P grunts something, but I can’t hear it. Gravedigger can, though. And he doesn’t like it. “Maybe you’ll be an injury scratch on Sunday.”
Sure enough, Gravedigger uses his overwhelming power to force I/P up over his shoulder. Oh no. Not again! The hunky giant drops down for a second tombstone! KRAKT! When he’s released, the champ crumples into a heap. Gravedigger grabs him by the hair, lifting his head. He puts his ear to I/P’s mouth. “Well?” He listens. “C’mon? Gonna sign?”
This time, I hear the response. A clear, “no” comes out. Oh I/P! Why not just lie?
The mountainous beast shakes his head, “You’re a fucking bastard, but I’m not gonna ask again.” I’m relieved. It’s over. I move to the ring apron, but Gravedigger puts up a hand, “Stop right there, little Bat.”
“I want to check on him.”
“When I’m done.”
I'm surprised, “What? You're not done?”
That sinister grin returns. "Nope." Gravedigger hauls I/P up again! He slings my buddy’s muscular carcass over his shoulder and, with a sneer on his face, which is red from anger, the mighty mammoth delivers a third tombstone piledriver! KRAKT! Oh boy. The champ’s definitely done now. He lies on the canvas; the only movement are some spasms in his destroyed body.
The big man rises and stands over the devastated muscleman. His entire body heaves as he looks at the destruction he's unleashed. He finally looks at me, “Now you can come in, little Bat. I got no more use for this piece of crap.”
I slide in, but it’s a little late for me to do much. I hope I made the right call by not interfering. Pro wrestling rules are sacrosanct, but there must be exceptions. Then again, looking at the pumped burly behemoth, all 350-lbs pumped and hard, what could I really have done anyway? Could I have calmed him down? Or would I have ended up lying unconscious beside I/P?
Before I can get to my buddy, Gravedigger grabs my arm and pulls me to him. I can feel the heat coming off his sweaty mountainous body. My nose fills with his musk as we lock eyes. The hairy beast asks, “So, what’s the deal with this place? Your cave?”
“I’ll show you. After I make sure I/P is okay.”
AFTER THE MATCH.
I check on I/P. He wakes up and rubs my arm. He tells me he’s fine. After three tombstone piledrivers, I have my doubts, but I have no choice but to accept his response. At least there’s no concussion. Full movement. Exhausted and sore as fuck, but after what he just endured, that’s a good outcome. I look over. Gravedigger stands in the far corner, waiting. He is silent and foreboding, much like his WWL persona. Fuck, he’s hot. My mind is working overtime.
I rise calmly and then exit the ring, intentionally ignoring the muscular giant. I walk to the doorway. In the mirror, I notice that Gravedigger’s watching me. I pick up his neatly folded clothes and wait. The mighty monster looks at the unmoving I/P and then steps over the top rope. He casually hops off the ring apron. PLOP! His shoulders sag. His rage is gone.
As he comes toward me, the swarthy giant rolls his shoulders and winces as he walks. I can tell the match took a lot out of him, too. I don’t move or speak first. I just let him come to me. He saunters up with well-deserved confidence. He just showed what he can do. Staring at his massive sweaty body, I decide that I’ll show him what I can do. He won the wrestling round, but there’s always post-match action in The Cave.
Towering over me, the winner looks down and says with a smirk, “Managed not to damage too much, little Bat. Broken table. Dented chairs. I probably got enough cash on me to cover all that. But I kinda broke your buddy, too. How much you charging me for him?”
I smile, “I’m sure we can negotiate a fair price. I’ll show you to the showers.”
“Nah, I’m good, little Bat. I gotta give my husband the bad news, so I just want outta here.”
I shake my head, “No, you’re really not good. That limo driver doesn’t want to ride back with you like this. And we need to work out those muscles.” I put my hand on his bicep. Rock solid. I pull and he lets me move him forward. “I’ve got your clothes. I’ve got soap and shampoo in the locker room. C’mon.” I casually rub up and down his back going lower as we walk.
Once inside the locker room, Gravedigger notices, “You got mats in your locker room?"
“Yep. Good for pre-match warming up and after-match stretching. Showers are in there. I’ll grab my shower kit for you.” I let the big man strip off his underwear and sneakers. I wait until he’s naked. What a beast. I order, “Lie down on the mats.”
“Why?”
“I’ll stretch you out. Don’t worry, I’m a trained professional.” The naked giant hesitates. I explain, “Connor won’t be very happy if you’re hobbled because you didn’t warm down properly.” Post-match musclemen are often more compliant, especially after an emotionally draining match like he just had. He came for a conflict, and he resolved it. Now, his adrenaline has evaporated. "Down on the mat."
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| The big man does what he's told. |
“Flip over.” The big monster rolls over. I smirk as I see how much his cock has grown. He’s a happy boy. I work him again, bending his leg. His junk gets in the way, so I suggest he move it. He idly reaches down and starts playing with himself in response to my work. He’s completely relaxed now, telling me how great this feels. I just keep going until I think he’s fully stretched.
I help him up. No easy task, but I lean back and with his help, it’s enough to pull him to his feet. He shakes out his legs. “Thanks. That was the best stretch I’ve ever had. I need your number.”
“Sure. Happy to work you out any time.” I point at the bench, “Take a seat.”
“Why? I feel great.”
“That was lower body. Now, I’ll work out your neck, shoulders, and back.”
The giant sits. I move in behind him. I work his shoulders. He moans. My hands are big and strong, able to knead his thick muscles. Gravedigger is loose. His head bows forward. I slide down his spine to the top of his crack then back up. I work outward. When I’m done, I strip off my shirt as he sits up straight. I move in front. He looks up at me curiously. I hold the stare.
I run my hands over his bowling ball shoulders and huge traps. I grab his head and lift his chin. I simply say, “Neck.” He relaxes. I step in closer than is professional. I roll his head, lower it then slowly lift it up. His forehead and nose run up the middle of my bare abs. I ignore it as I manipulate his head. His lips brush my smooth skin. He breathes in and out, taking in my scent. He’s so very chill.
I lift his head and look down into his eyes, “How do you feel?”
Gravedigger looks up at me, “Like you’re just as dangerous as I thought, Bat. I knew I had to watch out for you the minute we met.”
I smirk as I slide my hands onto his traps and knead them as he continues to look up at me. I slowly inch him forward, but I never let go of his eyes. His chin rests in the middle of my upper abs. I work his muscles. His hands caress my legs. His eyes beg for more. I nod, giving him permission. He moves his head and then kisses my stomach. He sits up taller, running his lips up between my pecs.
The mighty monster is fondling my butt. Probably thinking that there’s a chance he’ll get it. As his mouth moves, I take a good look at his cock. It’s nice. Uncut. Thick. Good length. More importantly, it’s at full mast as I tower over him in the dominant position. It wouldn't be so bad getting fucked by him. But that's not my plan. I gently run my hands over his head, telling him, “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” He moans as he worships me.
I order, “Lick your sweat off me.” He extends his tongue, following instructions.
It’s been a while since I casually owned a man without wrestling him first, but it’s like riding a bike. You never forget. The old tricks, looks, and moves from my more manipulative days when I needed sex 24/7 come back to me. I’d claim that I’m getting payback for my buddy, but that’d be a lie. The guy is a superstar and a sexy giant. I’d be crazy not to fuck him if I have the chance.
And I definitely have the chance.
I palm his head. A strong tug and he stands. I grab my shower kit and lead him by the hand to the shower. I turn on four of them to get the room hot and steamy. I step back. He looks at me hungrily. He’s even dripping. He starts to speak, but I drop my trunks, revealing my cock. His eyes go wide as he sees I’m already bigger than him and I’m not even fully hard yet.
The massive monster says, "You're fucking huge, Bat."
I smile, "That's kind of funny coming from you, big man."
"Yeah, but it's true."
Gravedigger catches my shower kit when I toss it to him. I kick my trunks out of the shower room and then join him under the spray. He reaches into my kit as I idly jerk myself. Of course, he finds the condoms I moved to the top. He holds one up with a smile. I take my shower kit from him and then grab the lube before hooking my supplies onto the shower head.
I casually flip the bottle of lube, spinning it. His eyes focus on it, like it’s hypnotizing him. “This is for you.” I point at the condom in the giant’s massive hand, “That’s for me. Get me hard.”
The muscle giant nods. I can tell he was hoping he’d be the one wearing protection, but he’s too hot and horny to resist now. Gravedigger moves to one knee. He opens his mouth and takes my cock. I thought he’d use his hand to start, but obviously, he’s even hornier than I thought. Damn, the mighty monster has sucked big cocks before. He handles mine expertly.
I could shoot in his mouth right now, but that can wait. I push him off. He looks disappointed, but he sheathes my huge cock. When he rises, I nod towards the wall, “Assume the position.” He growls as he braces his hands on the wall, spreads his legs, and thrusts his ass out at me. I squirt some lube on my fingers and loosen him up. One finger to start gets him moaning.
When I add a second finger, the moaning gets louder. His body tenses. I hit him just right, finding his spot as he cries out. A third finger has him whimpering and gasping. The deep-voiced wrestler’s high-pitched grunts of ecstasy echo in the tiled shower room, amplifying his submission. As I finger fuck him, I reach around and pump his throbbing erection.
I know I could milk him dry right now, but that can wait. The sounds of the mighty monster keep me hard, but it’s time to take the soon-to-be WWL champ’s ass. I slide my fingers out and then stand behind him. I push in. Even with the prep work, the 6’9” monster stills groans. He looks up and screams, “OH FUCK! YOU’RE SO HUGE!” I slap the slide of his ass. SMACK!
“You want me to stop, boy?”
“NO! NO! Give me all you got, big Bat!”
I keep going in. He’s getting it. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” The wrestling superstar adjusts. Now, he’s begging me to pound him. “OKAY! OKAY! OH PLEASE! PLEASE! JUST WRECK ME! OWN MY ASS! OH FUCK! JUST FUCKING DO IT!” I’m happy to oblige. My hips start thrusting. I drive inside, going deeper every time until I’m all the way in. I plow his ass rough, going all out.
Despite his initial whining, Gravedigger proves that he can take it and more. His arms and shoulders tense against my powerful pounding. He keeps moaning as I make the pounding last. I picked this spot because there’s a shower seat right beside us. I order him to put his foot on it. He obeys, changing the angle. When I start up again, the muscle giant drops his head.
I plow him for a long time, just relentlessly hammering his hole. He’s so into it, being a great bottom. His husband is a lucky man to have this big bottom beast. Gravedigger is gasping. He’s whimpering. He’s ready. The giant groans, “C’mon, Bat. Have mercy! Finish me off! I can’t take any more! Please!”
“Shoot for me, boy. I own your ass. Cum with me inside you.”
Gravedigger reaches for his cock. As soon as he touches it, his whole body convulses. The muscle giant tightens on my cock as he explodes with a huge load that splashes onto the tiled wall. He keeps shooting and shooting. Even I’m impressed. Only when he’s drained do I slide out. I move around front between him and the wall. Condom off, I jerk off as I pull him down for a kiss. He melts against my mouth, his massive body drained of any resistance.
“Get to your knees, boy.” The muscle giant lowers himself down. I slap his face with my swinging hard-on. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He takes it, looking up at me like a helpless hunk. “Tongue out, boy.” He extends his tongue. I tap my dick on it. TAP! TAP! TAP! I power inside his mouth. He sucks me and I erupt in his mouth within seconds, letting loose with my load.
The mighty monster swallows it all. Damn, he really is remarkably good at oral. Again, his husband is a lucky man. When I’m drained and softer, I step aside. I grab his head and pull his face toward the wall. I’m at my most dominant, feeling so incredibly powerful that I can’t resist the urges I feel. I tell him, “Clean up your mess.” My voice and grip have him licking his seed off the tile wall.
I pull up on his head and he rises. I kiss him again, tasting the mixture of us cum before releasing him. I lightly tap his face, “That was fun. We should do this again sometime.” He laughs and nods then hugs me. We make out again as I am wrapped in his arms. When we break, he turns and leans back against the wall. His eyes are closed as I soap up his torso.
What a gorgeous beast. Fuck.
A cough gets our attention. Gravedigger’s eyes go wide. I turn to see I/P standing in the doorway to the shower room. I smirk. Behind me, the muscle giant groans, “Oh fuck. How much did you see?”
“Enough to get the gist.”
“Fuck.” Gravedigger sighs, “Okay, yeah, yeah, your tricky little bodyguard here broke me down, made me his bitch, and fucked the hell out of me. Happy now?”
I unleash a triumphant grin, “Cody McCoy. Erotic bodyguard. He protects. With sex. You know what? I’d go see that movie.”
The muscle giant ignores me, “Doesn’t change anything between us, Park.”
I/P nods, “Yes, I’m sorry you have to delay your honeymoon again. Apologize to Karl for me.” I let out a short sharp laugh. Given the circumstances, I think it’s a really funny comment. My buddy has never been funny, but that was pretty good.
The muscle giant growls, “This means nothing. My husband knows how pro wrestling works. He won’t care. He will care that you’re using us as pawns to squeeze Connor for … for what? Money? Creative control? A bigger cut of the merch?”
The champ replies, “Digger, I’m not doing anything to you. I’m doing something FOR me. I get it. You still have a contract with the WWL, and you have goals with the company outside of wrestling. This delays your plan. I’m sorry for that. But you’re asking me to sign a deal I don’t want. That’s a much bigger imposition. And it is intentional and unfair.”
Gravedigger snarls, “C’mon. You’ll be back with a better deal and the belt within the year. Ratings will take a hit. Connor will cave. You’ll triumphantly return. And I’m just the collateral damage, getting screwed over by your negotiation tactics. All for a few extra bucks or some extra power that you don’t even need.”
“No, that’s not true. I’m done. No deal. No return. I’m moving onto the next phase of my life and that’s away from the WWL.”
“What? No way.”
After some back and forth, Gravedigger is stunned, but he finally believes I/P. He confirms, “You really don’t want to stay and be champ?” A head shake. “Seriously? This isn’t a negotiation tactic where you come back after a break?” Ian shakes his head again. The giant muscle sighs, “Fuck. Connor told me that you were angling for a bigger deal.”
“Of course, he did. He’s just like his father. A liar and a manipulator. I’m not negotiating for anything. I’m really done. He just said that to get you to pressure me to do what he wants. What’s best for him.”
“Well, shit. I can’t be mad at you. I’m the one in the wrong here. Fuck. I’m sorry for coming at you like a hotheaded asshole.”
I/P smiles, “It’s okay. It’s who you are.” Wow, another joke. That’s two. I/P’s on fire.
I think of something. I ask, “Look, I know that I’m just a fan, but the 'Miami Knight' Rocky Ramirez has the Wild Card. He’s really over. Why couldn’t he use it to take the Omniversal title from an exhausted Gravedigger instead of whatever secondary belt is the plan? That’d be a hot swerve that no one would see coming."
Gravedigger catches my shower kit when I toss it to him. I kick my trunks out of the shower room and then join him under the spray. He reaches into my kit as I idly jerk myself. Of course, he finds the condoms I moved to the top. He holds one up with a smile. I take my shower kit from him and then grab the lube before hooking my supplies onto the shower head.
I casually flip the bottle of lube, spinning it. His eyes focus on it, like it’s hypnotizing him. “This is for you.” I point at the condom in the giant’s massive hand, “That’s for me. Get me hard.”
The muscle giant nods. I can tell he was hoping he’d be the one wearing protection, but he’s too hot and horny to resist now. Gravedigger moves to one knee. He opens his mouth and takes my cock. I thought he’d use his hand to start, but obviously, he’s even hornier than I thought. Damn, the mighty monster has sucked big cocks before. He handles mine expertly.
I could shoot in his mouth right now, but that can wait. I push him off. He looks disappointed, but he sheathes my huge cock. When he rises, I nod towards the wall, “Assume the position.” He growls as he braces his hands on the wall, spreads his legs, and thrusts his ass out at me. I squirt some lube on my fingers and loosen him up. One finger to start gets him moaning.
When I add a second finger, the moaning gets louder. His body tenses. I hit him just right, finding his spot as he cries out. A third finger has him whimpering and gasping. The deep-voiced wrestler’s high-pitched grunts of ecstasy echo in the tiled shower room, amplifying his submission. As I finger fuck him, I reach around and pump his throbbing erection.
I know I could milk him dry right now, but that can wait. The sounds of the mighty monster keep me hard, but it’s time to take the soon-to-be WWL champ’s ass. I slide my fingers out and then stand behind him. I push in. Even with the prep work, the 6’9” monster stills groans. He looks up and screams, “OH FUCK! YOU’RE SO HUGE!” I slap the slide of his ass. SMACK!
“You want me to stop, boy?”
“NO! NO! Give me all you got, big Bat!”
I keep going in. He’s getting it. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” The wrestling superstar adjusts. Now, he’s begging me to pound him. “OKAY! OKAY! OH PLEASE! PLEASE! JUST WRECK ME! OWN MY ASS! OH FUCK! JUST FUCKING DO IT!” I’m happy to oblige. My hips start thrusting. I drive inside, going deeper every time until I’m all the way in. I plow his ass rough, going all out.
Despite his initial whining, Gravedigger proves that he can take it and more. His arms and shoulders tense against my powerful pounding. He keeps moaning as I make the pounding last. I picked this spot because there’s a shower seat right beside us. I order him to put his foot on it. He obeys, changing the angle. When I start up again, the muscle giant drops his head.
I plow him for a long time, just relentlessly hammering his hole. He’s so into it, being a great bottom. His husband is a lucky man to have this big bottom beast. Gravedigger is gasping. He’s whimpering. He’s ready. The giant groans, “C’mon, Bat. Have mercy! Finish me off! I can’t take any more! Please!”
“Shoot for me, boy. I own your ass. Cum with me inside you.”
Gravedigger reaches for his cock. As soon as he touches it, his whole body convulses. The muscle giant tightens on my cock as he explodes with a huge load that splashes onto the tiled wall. He keeps shooting and shooting. Even I’m impressed. Only when he’s drained do I slide out. I move around front between him and the wall. Condom off, I jerk off as I pull him down for a kiss. He melts against my mouth, his massive body drained of any resistance.
“Get to your knees, boy.” The muscle giant lowers himself down. I slap his face with my swinging hard-on. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He takes it, looking up at me like a helpless hunk. “Tongue out, boy.” He extends his tongue. I tap my dick on it. TAP! TAP! TAP! I power inside his mouth. He sucks me and I erupt in his mouth within seconds, letting loose with my load.
The mighty monster swallows it all. Damn, he really is remarkably good at oral. Again, his husband is a lucky man. When I’m drained and softer, I step aside. I grab his head and pull his face toward the wall. I’m at my most dominant, feeling so incredibly powerful that I can’t resist the urges I feel. I tell him, “Clean up your mess.” My voice and grip have him licking his seed off the tile wall.
I pull up on his head and he rises. I kiss him again, tasting the mixture of us cum before releasing him. I lightly tap his face, “That was fun. We should do this again sometime.” He laughs and nods then hugs me. We make out again as I am wrapped in his arms. When we break, he turns and leans back against the wall. His eyes are closed as I soap up his torso.
What a gorgeous beast. Fuck.
A cough gets our attention. Gravedigger’s eyes go wide. I turn to see I/P standing in the doorway to the shower room. I smirk. Behind me, the muscle giant groans, “Oh fuck. How much did you see?”
“Enough to get the gist.”
“Fuck.” Gravedigger sighs, “Okay, yeah, yeah, your tricky little bodyguard here broke me down, made me his bitch, and fucked the hell out of me. Happy now?”
I unleash a triumphant grin, “Cody McCoy. Erotic bodyguard. He protects. With sex. You know what? I’d go see that movie.”
The muscle giant ignores me, “Doesn’t change anything between us, Park.”
I/P nods, “Yes, I’m sorry you have to delay your honeymoon again. Apologize to Karl for me.” I let out a short sharp laugh. Given the circumstances, I think it’s a really funny comment. My buddy has never been funny, but that was pretty good.
The muscle giant growls, “This means nothing. My husband knows how pro wrestling works. He won’t care. He will care that you’re using us as pawns to squeeze Connor for … for what? Money? Creative control? A bigger cut of the merch?”
The champ replies, “Digger, I’m not doing anything to you. I’m doing something FOR me. I get it. You still have a contract with the WWL, and you have goals with the company outside of wrestling. This delays your plan. I’m sorry for that. But you’re asking me to sign a deal I don’t want. That’s a much bigger imposition. And it is intentional and unfair.”
Gravedigger snarls, “C’mon. You’ll be back with a better deal and the belt within the year. Ratings will take a hit. Connor will cave. You’ll triumphantly return. And I’m just the collateral damage, getting screwed over by your negotiation tactics. All for a few extra bucks or some extra power that you don’t even need.”
“No, that’s not true. I’m done. No deal. No return. I’m moving onto the next phase of my life and that’s away from the WWL.”
“What? No way.”
After some back and forth, Gravedigger is stunned, but he finally believes I/P. He confirms, “You really don’t want to stay and be champ?” A head shake. “Seriously? This isn’t a negotiation tactic where you come back after a break?” Ian shakes his head again. The giant muscle sighs, “Fuck. Connor told me that you were angling for a bigger deal.”
“Of course, he did. He’s just like his father. A liar and a manipulator. I’m not negotiating for anything. I’m really done. He just said that to get you to pressure me to do what he wants. What’s best for him.”
“Well, shit. I can’t be mad at you. I’m the one in the wrong here. Fuck. I’m sorry for coming at you like a hotheaded asshole.”
I/P smiles, “It’s okay. It’s who you are.” Wow, another joke. That’s two. I/P’s on fire.
I think of something. I ask, “Look, I know that I’m just a fan, but the 'Miami Knight' Rocky Ramirez has the Wild Card. He’s really over. Why couldn’t he use it to take the Omniversal title from an exhausted Gravedigger instead of whatever secondary belt is the plan? That’d be a hot swerve that no one would see coming."
The two pro wrestlers exchange glances, thinking about it.
I explain, "I/P retires. Gravedigger gets his break. A rising star gets his big moment. And the fans get the shock of a lifetime. Everyone's happy.”
Before either can respond, we’re interrupted.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
Someone is banging on the front door and ringing the buzzer. It sounds urgent.
Before either can respond, we’re interrupted.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
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| I'm not expecting company. |
I/P looks at Gravedigger, “How did you get here?”
“Hotel got me a car.” His eyes go wide, “Oh shit.”
In unison, they say, “Connor.”
AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
The guys look at each other. They’re unsure what to do, so I hold up my hands, “It’s all right, guys. I’ll handle him. Do want to see him or not?”
I/P says, “Cody, no. You’ve done enough. You don’t know him. He’s -”
I interrupt, “Just like his father. I heard you say that. So, he's a younger paranoid billionaire bodybuilder with roid rage who thinks the world revolves around him and his pro wrestling business?”
Gravedigger warns, “Look, Bat, I appreciate you stepping in to take the bullet, but this is our deal. And now that we’re on the same side, we’ll handle the boss.”
“You forget, I’m I/P's erotic bodyguard. And we just fucked, so I’ll be yours, too. Unlike I/P, it sounds like your post-wrestling career depends on having a good relationship with this man.” The giant nods, admitting that I’m right. “I’ll calm him down and then you two can face him.”
I march to the door wet and naked. I’ve never subscribed to the clothed male, naked male dynamic. I’m at my most powerful when my dick is swinging free. The guy is really banging on the door. I fling it open suddenly and leap at him. I plant a big kiss on his lips. Connor freezes and then goes with it. I'm a great kisser. His hands caress my naked skin, and he lets out a soft moan.
When the billionaire remembers why he’s here, he pushes against me. I release him then playfully boop his nose. “Listen, Mr. McCann, this is my place and I insist that you be calm, or you’re not allowed inside. And everything that happens here is recorded and owned by me.” I point at the sign that says he consents to be recorded. “So, are you going to be a good boy?”
“Listen you crazy motherfucker -”
“Wrong answer. Now, in addition to my cameras, there are two limo drivers watching. Gravedigger’s and yours. One is now aiming his phone at us. I’m going to slam the door in your face. You can figure out how to explain your secret rendezvous with a naked porn star. Given your father's legacy, I don't think that will work out well for you.”
“DON’T YOU EVEN -”
SLAM!
Yes, I slam the door in his shocked face. The thing about men who are used to getting their own way is that they’re slow to react when they don’t. It’s the shock. After a brief break during which he yelled at the limo driver, Connor starts banging on the door again. He’s swearing up a storm. This is fun. And if he can’t stop the limo guy from selling the story, The Cave and The Bat are about to get a ton of free international publicity. I hope Ry’s fancy new servers can handle it.
The guys come out of the locker room, ready to face their boss. I yell through the door, “Or maybe, I send out a video of the fight that just happened between your biggest stars with an explanation of the result of the main event at Wrestlerama.”
Silence.
I open the door again. With my sexiest and most arrogant smirk, I ask again, “Are you going to be a good boy?”
The new most powerful man in sports entertainment grits his teeth, “If you release any footage of them, I’ll sue your ass off.” I frown and move to slam the door. “Wait! All right. All right. You win. I would like to speak with my wrestlers. Let me in.” I raise an eyebrow and close the door an inch. He grumbles but finally gets it. “Please.”
“Better.” I step aside and usher him inside. What a rush. My dick is semi-hard from the power I’m ruthlessly wielding over all these famous men. First Gravedigger, now Connor. I can't deny it. I love being bad for a good cause. Speaking of denial, the billionaire can’t deny his attraction to my big cock. He looks at it with awe. I casually fluff under my heavy balls, and he licks his lips.
Connor whispers to me, “I like your style. We’re gonna talk after I’m done with them, you crazy motherfucker.” He turns his attention to his wrestlers. “Park! Digger! Let’s work this out.”
“Hotel got me a car.” His eyes go wide, “Oh shit.”
In unison, they say, “Connor.”
AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
The guys look at each other. They’re unsure what to do, so I hold up my hands, “It’s all right, guys. I’ll handle him. Do want to see him or not?”
I/P says, “Cody, no. You’ve done enough. You don’t know him. He’s -”
I interrupt, “Just like his father. I heard you say that. So, he's a younger paranoid billionaire bodybuilder with roid rage who thinks the world revolves around him and his pro wrestling business?”
Gravedigger warns, “Look, Bat, I appreciate you stepping in to take the bullet, but this is our deal. And now that we’re on the same side, we’ll handle the boss.”
“You forget, I’m I/P's erotic bodyguard. And we just fucked, so I’ll be yours, too. Unlike I/P, it sounds like your post-wrestling career depends on having a good relationship with this man.” The giant nods, admitting that I’m right. “I’ll calm him down and then you two can face him.”
I march to the door wet and naked. I’ve never subscribed to the clothed male, naked male dynamic. I’m at my most powerful when my dick is swinging free. The guy is really banging on the door. I fling it open suddenly and leap at him. I plant a big kiss on his lips. Connor freezes and then goes with it. I'm a great kisser. His hands caress my naked skin, and he lets out a soft moan.
When the billionaire remembers why he’s here, he pushes against me. I release him then playfully boop his nose. “Listen, Mr. McCann, this is my place and I insist that you be calm, or you’re not allowed inside. And everything that happens here is recorded and owned by me.” I point at the sign that says he consents to be recorded. “So, are you going to be a good boy?”
“Listen you crazy motherfucker -”
“Wrong answer. Now, in addition to my cameras, there are two limo drivers watching. Gravedigger’s and yours. One is now aiming his phone at us. I’m going to slam the door in your face. You can figure out how to explain your secret rendezvous with a naked porn star. Given your father's legacy, I don't think that will work out well for you.”
“DON’T YOU EVEN -”
SLAM!
Yes, I slam the door in his shocked face. The thing about men who are used to getting their own way is that they’re slow to react when they don’t. It’s the shock. After a brief break during which he yelled at the limo driver, Connor starts banging on the door again. He’s swearing up a storm. This is fun. And if he can’t stop the limo guy from selling the story, The Cave and The Bat are about to get a ton of free international publicity. I hope Ry’s fancy new servers can handle it.
The guys come out of the locker room, ready to face their boss. I yell through the door, “Or maybe, I send out a video of the fight that just happened between your biggest stars with an explanation of the result of the main event at Wrestlerama.”
Silence.
I open the door again. With my sexiest and most arrogant smirk, I ask again, “Are you going to be a good boy?”
The new most powerful man in sports entertainment grits his teeth, “If you release any footage of them, I’ll sue your ass off.” I frown and move to slam the door. “Wait! All right. All right. You win. I would like to speak with my wrestlers. Let me in.” I raise an eyebrow and close the door an inch. He grumbles but finally gets it. “Please.”
“Better.” I step aside and usher him inside. What a rush. My dick is semi-hard from the power I’m ruthlessly wielding over all these famous men. First Gravedigger, now Connor. I can't deny it. I love being bad for a good cause. Speaking of denial, the billionaire can’t deny his attraction to my big cock. He looks at it with awe. I casually fluff under my heavy balls, and he licks his lips.
Connor whispers to me, “I like your style. We’re gonna talk after I’m done with them, you crazy motherfucker.” He turns his attention to his wrestlers. “Park! Digger! Let’s work this out.”
As he passes, I smirk and think, "Sometimes, it's so easy, I'm ashamed of myself."
With my job done, I close the door and lock it. They move to the ring area for privacy. Instead of getting dressed, I quickly head to the office to download the security footage and erase it from the server. Oh, and also to use the cameras and microphones to eavesdrop. I idly play with my cock as I wait to see what happens. I wonder if they'll pitch my idea?
THE END.
With my job done, I close the door and lock it. They move to the ring area for privacy. Instead of getting dressed, I quickly head to the office to download the security footage and erase it from the server. Oh, and also to use the cameras and microphones to eavesdrop. I idly play with my cock as I wait to see what happens. I wonder if they'll pitch my idea?
THE END.
This was exactly what I needed!! As a Cody fan it’s so nice to see him back in his element! He didn’t even have a match & he’s sitting here being the ultimate anti-heel moving pieces in the way he deems best! The way he took control of Gravedigger was so hot! Was not expecting the big boy to go so sub over Lil Bat’s, BIG BAT! The action in this match was amazing too personal on both sides! I’m excited for more I love that Cody & Ryan are developing these different relationships with key wrestlers & big players 1st Cage for Ryan, now I/P, Gravedigger, & hopefully this Connor fellow for Cody! I just love it can’t wait for more a lil disappointed to see no model for Connor yet as he seems like a key player but I can be patient. This was hot I genuinely missed Cocky Cody his mindset on how he can easily unnerve people by just walking around naked flexing big dick out not even hard but letting people fall right into his trap!
ReplyDeleteWow, I really appreciate your response. This match was so fun for me, so I was hoping readers would see it the same way. Gravedigger and Connor never stood a chance. LOL.
DeleteOn the Connor image, I hear you. He was a last-minute swap, so no time to determine his look. Up until a few days ago, the character was different, an analog for someone who’s recently been accused of doing terrible things. As we approached posting, it felt weird to have a sexy, playful interaction, even as a parody. On the positive side, with him being younger, it’s more likely he’ll show up again.
Awesome story. Can’t wait to see more of I/P in the ring with more big guys. Maybe a match with big Pete and give him a tough hot match.
ReplyDeleteCody has to figure out I/P’s info, so he can check to see which matches/wrestlers are his favorite. And he can introduce them at a rooftop bbq.
Thanks! I/P will definitely need big opponents. He’s the world’s top pro wrestler, so you have to think The Cave guys would be in trouble. They’re good, but are they that good?
DeleteFunny enough, I/P and Digger will be at Cody’s next rooftop party. They’re not seeing action, but they could meet pretty much anyone.
I absolutely love the line Cody thinks to himself right at the end. It's so perfect for someone who is good at manipulating guys to get what he wants. You have to wonder how often it pops into his head. I agree the sex part was hot.
ReplyDeleteAppreciate it! Yep, even as a good guy, Cody’s got to flex those manipulative muscles from time to time.
DeletePhew what a hot match! Gravedigger is such a hunk despite being a bit quick to act. It's definitely nice (and incredibly hot) to see Cody's trickier skills get a big feature. And now that we've seen Cody have some fun with Gravedigger, I feel like it's only fair if we get to see Jae and I/P get it on ;)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it! I’ll cut GD some slack. The big man has a temper, but I/P got over it and we know Connor must have spun it as negatively as he could. Jae definitely has an opening for his own pro wrestler action, if I/P is interested (and how could he not be). ;)
DeleteWow! Three tombstone piledrivers to conquer I/P. Very hot visualizing what that looked like. A side of me wanted GD to put I/P on his knees in service to his ample uncut cock, putting the exclamation point on his victory. But it was equally hot to see Cody turn GD into his Bitch with his “Big Bat.” Here’s hoping for some I/P matches with stakes later this year! (Btw, I’m guessing GD’s model can be found on Twitter @Chase_Me2TheGym. A brief glance confirms the big sexy man is vers! Lol.). Thanks for such a fun, hot and inventive story not entirely undivided from pro wrestling reality!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yes, GD is Chase. I’ve had him in the queue for a long time. He was a smoking hot huge guy with some underwear shots on his feed. Between Twitter and X, his feed changed to full-on all porn, with him fucking and getting fucked. Seeing him dwarf other big men has made me love the guy even more.
DeleteI’m hoping to include I/P and Digger in The Cave in the future. I have a second I/P match on the schedule for 2024, but my plan keeps evolving, so we’ll see.
Oh, and fun fact … Chase is how I visualize your Brutus character (on GayDemon under the author name ‘sexyalphawrestler’. Even though I know Brutus is more ripped and hung than Chase, I just can’t help it. :)
DeleteHa! Brutus is probably more black than brown haired and at 280 pounds he’s not quite the best as GD. But they are both bears. Whether he’ll happily get fucked is another matter. I was actually working on my next Tri-State Wrestling Fed story today on a plane hoping my typeface was small enough so no one could see. Lol.
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