Braden Charron: 5'8, 200 lbs
Lon shows off his smaller physique to the bigger Braden as he butters him up before the beating
Braden sets about breaking the body beautiful of Dumont with a backbusting bearhug
Braden barrels into the corner, crushing his smaller, cocky foe's back into the buckle
Braden lifts the cocky lightweight physique model of the mats and shakes him in a reverse bearhug
Braden flashes those pearly whites as he delights in a dominant display with a camel clutch
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No Choice but to Flex for Forgiveness
Dumont seems genuinely in awe of Braden Charron's fabulously fit physique. "My god, man, look at you," he marvels, catching Braden flexing in the ring. "That, right there, is some raw bone and muscle. You are a horse!" Of course, Lon knows more than a thing or two about building a championship physique. His mantle is crowded with bodybuilding trophies, bearing witness to his fanatical devotion to the sport. "Well, I'm not looking as ripped as you," Braden concedes, giving credit to the anatomy chart that is Lon's chiseled body. "Yeah, but I don't have that kind of size," Lon continues to heap on the praise. "You don't mind if I just sit back and admire you, do you?" Lon asks. Braden responds with a cocky smile and some indulgent muscle poses.
"Do you know what I see," Lon asks, as he slowly circles the impeccably toned muscle monster in pink posers and a mocha tan. "I see an unlimited tag team potential. I've been looking for a tag team partner," he says, sidling up beside the big man and flashing matching muscle poses in perfect synchronicity. "Our bodies are perfectly complementary," Lon announces. "You'd destroy the heavyweights, and I'd take down the lightweights. We'd dominate!"
Just when it looks like they're about to buy matching gear and pick out their entrance music, Lon suddenly tackles the big man from behind, mid-double-bicep pose. "What the hell do I need a tag team partner for!?" Lon snarls, clamping his bulging bicep across Braden's throat and milking the power out of him. "See, you've got mass, Braden. But I've got something much more important," Lon lectures, as his opponent clings to consciousness by a thread. "I've got class!"
If exploiting cheap shots and low blows constitute class, then Lon is the classiest. When Braden battles back into contention on sheer, overwhelming power and rage, the savvy heel punches him in the balls. Not satisfied with dropping the big man to his knees, Lon pries Braden's gargantuan thighs apart and repeatedly pounds his knee into the big man's battered crotch. "I bet you're feeling the burn now, aren't you?" Lon laughs in his face. "Tell you what, Braden, I'll let go of this spinning toehold if you show me some crunches," the vicious heel cranks on the pressure, threatening to snap the big man's ankle. "Come on, let's see those abs in action!" Furiously and helplessly, Braden obediently powers out gasping sit-ups, choking on the agony and humiliation. "That's right," Lon taunts, "you want flex so bad in my ring, don't you? Flex for me, and I'll let you go."
"I'll admit it," Lon confesses, "I do like the way you flex. And I love the circumstances that lead to it, too." The veteran heel's rear-naked choke sucks the fight out of the big man until Braden obediently displays his bulging biceps on command. "I've got a fantasy, Braden," Lon continues his sadistic confessional. "I want to take these big, thick, meaty, tree trunk, redwood-like legs of yours, and tie them up, until you've got no choice but to flex for forgiveness." And just like that, Lon makes his fantasy, and yours, a reality!
Occasionally true to his word, Lon let's the big man go when Braden humiliates himself by flexing on command. But the heel lives to regret releasing this beast back into the wild. Braden takes advantage of every ounce and inch of superiority to batter his tormentor corner to corner. He hoists the pint-sized punisher off his feet, crushing him in a relentless bearhug that nearly makes the loudmouth pass out. Braden demonstrates what a 50-pound weight advantage can do for an impeccably muscled powerhouse, throwing the sputtering heel to the mat with contempt. Locking on a sleeperhold from behind, Braden whispers in his ear, "Should I flex for you now?" His gargantuan right bicep swells, crushing Lon's windpipe. "Now, you flex for me!"
Muscle worshipers will delight at the lengths these two competition bodybuilders go, in order to not just dominate each other, but to control each other's phenomenal physiques. It's a magnificently vicious, catchweight battle of brawn and beauty, in which one set of granite glutes is both literally and figuratively spanked into complete submission. Their future as a tag team looks unlikely, but their recurring appearance in your bodybuilder wrestling fantasies is guaranteed!
"Now...you flex for me!" Braden commands the bodybuilding champion with a reverse bearhug
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Braden starts to fade away in the rear choke, but not before he's forced to compare biceps
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Braden carts his wasted opponent in a single-armed bearhug with a dominating bicep flex
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Braden clutches at his busted bulge as he lays dominated and defeated on the canvas
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Lon demands the screams of agony emanating from Braden as he rips and tears at his abs
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Braden finds himself brought low, to his knees with a muscled arm around his neck in a rear choke
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Lon Dumont: 5'7, 150 lbs
Braden shows the loudmouth just what his massive muscles are capable of with a rear choke
Braden cries out in pain and humiliation, forced to flex in submission in a rear naked choke
Lon loves nothing more than breaking big, beefy prettyboys as he rips at his face with a fishhook
Lon dominates and humiliates with an arrogant, choking pushup on the bigger, gasping brawler
The crafty combatant Lon traps the big, ripped bodybuilder in a knee-wrecking figure four leglock
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