Austin Cooper (5'9, 170 lbs) shows off
Damien flexes his massive hairy pecs in an attempt to survive the crushing double pec claw
Damien's thick arms crush the jock prettyboy into submission with a rib-crushing bearhug
Austin is crushed and forced to flex as his ribs collapse in a tight reverse bearhug
Austin hoists and carries the bigger boy up and over with a ring-shaking slam
Damien gasps desperately for air as its smashed out of him, his abs used as a stepping stone
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"Are you respecting me yet?"
Daddy's little rich boy, Damien Rush, has come a long way. When he debuted in the ring eight years ago, this twinky trust fund babyface was quickly disabused of the belief that his wrestling opponents would bend to his will like the hired help. In fact, wrestlers lined up for the opportunity to break apart that go-go boy physique that Damien's personal trainer built for him.
Since then, the bombastic blueblood has repeatedly had his ego pounded to a pulp. But Damien was raised from birth with a silver spoon in his mouth and the absolute certainty in his superior breeding. He capitalized on his family fortune to hire an elite professional wrestling coach, a cadre of personal trainers, and a private nutritionist and chef. And the results speak for themselves. Damien's gargantuan biceps are now about as big around as his waist was eight years ago. He's gone from go-go boy to bodybuilder bruiser, and all of daddy's money has paid off in some spectacularly lopsided ring victories.
Even Austin Cooper has taken notice of Damien's rising reputation as a hirsute heavyweight to be taken seriously. Unlike Damien, Austin has never heard of a day off of work. Sure, he makes it look easy, pumped to perfection and weaving his unstoppable tapestry of expert amateur wrestling moves and merciless pro wrestling offense. But don't let Austin's polish and panache deceive you. He's one of the hardest workers in wrestling. Austin has honed the art of psychologically dissecting an opponent as expertly as he's honed his magnificent muscles. Hearing that Damien has bought his way into contention as the new badass heel at BG East, Austin decided it was time to lay down the gauntlet and measure up against the best pro wrestler that money can buy.
"I heard you put on a little muscle mass," Austin chuckles when he finds Damien flexing his huge, hairy pecs and big, buff arms as he gives himself a nod and wink in the mirror, pumping out a Most Muscular pose. "Let me see those new muscles," Austin barks at him, ordering up a double bicep pose to compare to his own big guns. Unaccustomed to taking orders, Damien offers a smirk and an eye roll. "Come on, everyone loves Austin Cooper," Austin explains, flashing his thick, tree trunk thighs. "Everyone wants to look like this," he boasts, pointing at his own smooth musclebod.
"I don't think so," Damien scoffs. "I don't want to look like - that!" If we're being honest, and at the risk of inflaming the loyalties of Austin's army of fans, Damien is undeniably a smidge taller, carrying noticeably more raw muscle mass than his opponent. If the best wrestler money can by would just flash his dazzling, flexed muscles Austin's way, his astounding anatomy would speak for itself. But having been ordered to flex, Damien stubbornly refuses to give Austin the satisfaction.
"You don't want to flex?" Austin asks incredulously. "Well, I'm going to make you flex!"
Two toned titans like these are a sight to behold when they lock up and get down to business. Austin can't quite believe it when Damien literally picks him up and tosses him across the ring like a sack of flour! "Yeah, I don't think I'm going to need to flex any of these muscles," the blueblood beefcake laughs. Like child's play, he effortlessly scoops Austin over one shoulder and parades him around the ring. ""Everyone knows Damien Rush is the best, the wealthiest, the most supreme wrestler the ring has ever known!" He slams the veteran to the mat with authority, his hulking frame towering over Austin menacingly. "Are you respecting me yet!?"
As the match unfolds, it's all about power. Body slams and corner-to-corner Irish whips make the ring shimmy across the floor. Austin refuses to acknowledge Damien's whimpering submission in a figure-4 leglock until he gives up a sweat-soaked double bicep flex. "That's right, you obey Austin Cooper!" The veteran can't help but marvel at the wingspan of Damien's gargantuan back, and so he digs his claws into the upper cruster's lats and literally picks him up off his feet by them! "Where did you get those lats?" Austin asks in awe. "How much did those cost?"
Just when it looks like Austin is going to have his way with every gilded muscle on Damien, the Park Avenue patrician punches him in the balls to bring an abrupt halt to the humiliation. The best wrestler money can buy nearly decapitates the handsome hunk with a sprinting clothesline. "Did you have fun?" Damien snarls, hoisting his challenger off his feet and into a sweaty, hairy bearhug, pretending he can't hear Austin's weeping cries of submission until the golden boy pumps out his own double bicep flex on command.
Muscle lovers rejoice, because every juicy, sweat-soaked, power-packed part of a hunk's anatomy is targeted for punishment and humiliatingly put on display. One of these spectacular specimens is whittled down, blow by blow, until the he has obediently flexed his pecs, his abs, and his quads impotently. One outsized ego is decisively deflated. "Hit all the flexes you want," the better man gloats, "but at the end of the day, you're going night-night!"
Bent backfirst over a knee, a defeated Damien is forced to flex in submission to his opponent
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Damien is forced to flex by a triumphant Coop as his big legs are worked in a figure four leglock
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Trapped in an abstretch, Damien's hairy body twists as he surrenders with a bicep flex
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Austin uses the defeated body of his hairy foe as a heavyweight with a squat set
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Damien bears down with all the power of his muscle advantage with a buckle-bound bearhug
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Austin carts the bigger wrestler about the ring across his broad shoulders in a torture rack
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Damien Rush (5'11, 185 lbs) test of strength
Austin's chin is crunched into his thick pecs as he's yanked off his feet in a full nelson
Using the ropes, Austin powers a big blue boot through the muscled midsection of his foe
Damien's big body is paralyzed as he's hoisted high by Dr. Coop with a double lat claw
Damien rolls and writhes helplessly at the feet of his taunting opponent, holding his busted back
Damien lifts and tosses the smaller, smooth jockboy, sending him tumbling to the mats
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