Damien Rush: 5'11, 190 lbs
The burly Damien Rush carts the already wiped rookie Kerry around the ring in a fireman's carry.
The hairy-chested muscle monster throws up a double bicep flex over a schoolboyed Kerry.
Damien is all smiles as his massive arms power up in a rib-crushing bearhug on Cunningham.
Nothing is off limits when you're as powerful Damien as he crushes the balls of his floored victim.
Kerry lies writhing, clutching his bruised balls at the powerful feet of the trust fund titan.
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Rookie Wrecking by the Best Muscles Money Can Buy
Kerry Cunningham made a big impression in his debut match. It wasn't just the farm-raised fratboy's beautiful, long body and mischievously handsome face. Even more remarkable was Kerry's recklessly brash attitude, taunting one of our most notorious heels with jokes disparaging his mother's virtue. Mind you, he paid for it by drowning in a flood of pain and humiliation. But there's never a second chance to make a first impression, and Kerry took the opportunity to signal from the start that he's fierce, fearless, and unflappable. Fans and future opponents alike took notice of this tall, beautiful, blond stud with the brass balls to disrespect even the most intimidating of opponents.
Damien Rush took notice, as well. The trust-fund-baby turned aspiring-pro-wrestler felt confident that he could easily handle Kerry's initiation to the wrestling ring. After all, Damien has been spending his daddy's riches extravagantly, packing on succulent muscle mass with the help of a live-in dietician and full-time personal trainer on retainer. Damien's primetime pro wrestling coach has been working the blueblood hard on his focus and his finishing holds. In a fair fight, strength, experience, and ring savvy would heavily weigh in Damien's favor, despite his inconsistent success in past matches. But being favored is about as meaningless to Damien as is the virtue of a fair fight. There's nothing Damien wants more than a sure thing. So daddy's little rich boy arranged to have a prominent indy pro wrestling star show up before him to "warm-up" the ring rookie.
"I see you got a pretty good warm-up in," Damien chuckles as he arrives to find Kerry soaked in sweat and flat on his back with a mysterious muscle hunk in a black hood towering over him. "For services rendered," Damien nods in appreciation as he palms a roll of cash into the muscled mercenary's hand. As the warm-up act exits, carefully keeping his back to the camera, Damien offers a hand to help Kerry peel himself off of the mat. Once the beautifully-built rookie reaches his full, towering height, Damien nearly knocks his block off with a sucker clothesline to the throat, sending Kerry crashing to the mat again.
"Why are you doing this," Kerry cries out pleadingly. "I've already been beaten! I can't take any more." With a sneer, Damien manhandles the wrecked rookie into a torturous camel clutch, rubbing his gargantuan right bicep into Kerry's gaping face. "Why," Damien asks rhetorically, "because I can!"
Kerry knew he was done long before Damien showed up. He crawls on his stomach, trying to flee the ring, but Damien drags him back by an ankle. "I can't even fight back," Kerry complains bitterly as Damien buries the rookie's face between his hairy, tree trunk thighs and makes him suck on humiliation in face-to-crotch headscissors. "You're pathetic," the trust fund titan laughs, doing stomach crunches. "You know what's pathetic," Kerry gasps bitterly, "you having to pay someone to beat me up before you even get here!"
Damien denies any accusation that he doesn't play by the rules. In a perverse way, he's right. When you're as wealthy and egomaniacal as he is, you make your own rules. With unlimited resources and unfettered by a defensible opponent, daddy's little rich boy gets to decide what's fair. He taunts the rookie's public school education and middle class Midwestern upbringing. With bearhugs and boot strikes to his balls, Damien terrorizes the wasted stud until Kerry concedes that this is Damien's ring, and these are his rules. The bruised, blond beauty is compelled to confess to being poor, which is the worst humiliation that Damien can conceive of. Helpless to defend himself, Kerry is physically forced to attest that Damien did not, in fact, hire a paid gun to take him out before their match started. No rules were broken, Kerry weeps pleadingly. Kerry begs for mercy by conceding Damien's abs are perfect, his skill is unmatched, and the rookie's only wish is to be beaten by the best muscle that money can buy.
You can still catch a glimpse of the rookie's recklessly smart mouth, but Kerry's destruction is complete and humiliating. The only question left at the end of this absolute rookie demolition is whether there is anyone who could possibly stand up to Damien's devastating muscles, his diabolical brutality, and his endless bank account.
Damien never misses a chance to showboat as here he does pushups over a crippled Kerry.
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Noone is more impressed with Damien's muscle than Damien as Kerry fades in a headscissors.
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Damien puts on his best Samson impression as Kerry is crushed in the pillars of his quads.
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The hulking, hairy-chested brute gazes down, amused as Kerry climbs up the ropes for more.
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Kerry pulls, claws, and fades between the crushing quads of Rush's ab-crunching headscissors.
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Damien continues the titillation with a teasing trunk pull as he kneels over Kerry.
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The handsome face of Kerry Cunningham (6'2, 195 lbs) goes slack-jawed in Rush's reverse chinlock.
Damien's biceps bulge as he utilizes the ropes to pour the pressure on in with a headscissors.
Kerry lays wasted and broken over Damien's massive sweat-soaked shoulder.
Damien finishes up what the hooded muscle started crushing Kerry in the corner with a quad stomp.
Daddy's rich boy is disappointed with his broken toy across his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
Damien teases the fans with a trunk-stripping flash flex of his hunky, hairy body.
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