The Cave 5: Meet the Pink Punk (sigh)

I'm half asleep when I hear Ryan's voice, "Wakey-wakey, jobber boy. The Pink Punk has another match in twenty minutes." I feel light slaps on my face then ice water splashing down on my naked crotch. Not the best way to wake up, but effective. I jolt up, feel dizzy and fall back to the mat. I bring a hand to my aching head and slowly open my eyes.

The Cave 4: Big Trouble

I'm standing naked in front of the mirror in the locker room, checking myself out. Despite everything that happened today, I don't look too bad. My 6’0” tall, 215-lbs body is bruised, red and sore, but for the most part, I’m physically okay. I flex my biceps, but I don't hold it. It seems like a ridiculous thing to do, showing off my muscles. They didn't do me much good in the ring earlier today and won't for the foreseeable future.

Cody (me)

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 1 (Part 2)

Round Three

Andy’s still on his knees as I flex. He asks, “Why’d you stop playing football, kid? Right knee injury, wasn’t it?” Before I know it, Andy dives at my right knee. ARGH! My knee collapses from the hit and I’m rocked with pain. As I’m writhing on the mat, Andy gets up and says, “You stupid piece of shit.”

AWL: The Trials of Colt Hill 1 (Part 1)

The Challenge

As I walk down the hall after my workout, I’m hot and sweaty, my muscles pumped to the max. My massive chest is bare, except for the coating of black sweaty fur that covers it. I can’t wait to hit the showers and relax until show time, but then, as I pass the boss’ office, I overhear a conversation and decide to eavesdrop …

The Cave 3: Grudge Match

My name is Cody and I’m a wrestle-aholic. It’s been almost two months since my last competitive match, but not because I’m trying to kick the habit. No, I miss wrestling. Sure, I’ve rolled around in pro-fantasy matches lately with some willing jobbers, but I miss a real challenge. I miss being in the ring, testing my skills, wrestling for dominance. It’s not like I can’t find anyone to wrestle. I’m young (28), fit (6’0”/205-lbs of muscle), talented (14 years wrestling experience) and I live in Los Angeles.

Me (Cody)

The Cave 2: Ryan's Song

My name is Ryan and I’m kinda pissed right now, so forgive me if I’m not at my most coherent.

Ryan (me)

The Cave 1: Meet the Bat

“AHHH! I GIVE!”

Scott, my opponent, cries out his seventh submission of the afternoon. I've yet to give even once during the match. I let the camel clutch go then stand. When he rolls over, I plant my foot on his stomach and flex. Scott smiles as he looks up at me posing. He is breathing hard, his face is red and he is drenched in sweat.

As I look down at him, I raise an eyebrow, questioning Scott silently. After a few seconds, he says, “Cody, no more. I’m done.”

I’m stronger and an infinitely better wrestler than he is. Still, I’m hot and sweaty, too, having spent the last hour tossing Scott’s soft 5’11”, 250-lb body all over the mats. My chest is heaving and my singlet straps are down around my waist. I help the guy up and we share a lingering hug. I can feel his hands caressing my muscular back. I can tell he’s trying to work up the nerve to slide them down to my ass, but he’s nervous. I can’t help it, but some guys are intimidated by me. I’d say I don’t know why, but that’d be a lie. I know that I’m an amazingly hot, brown-haired, tanned musclestud. My 6’/205-lbs gym-built body is chiseled, my skin is smooth and my bulge and butt have been described as perfection.

Cody (me)