Austin Cooper: 5'9, 170 lbs
The singlet straps are down as Austin hoists Perry up in the air with a reverse bearhug
The ripped blonde looks disdainfully down upon the beaten form of the prostrated jock
Coop locks Perry up tightly, cranking his chin into his pecs with a crunching leg nelson
Forever the showoff, Coop throws up a single bicep flex as he works Royce in an ab stretch
Austin drives Royce into the wall and unleashes a hellacious gutbashing on his chiseled core
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The Bigger They Come, The Harder You Fall
Austin Cooper has never backed down from a challenge. He'll fight anywhere - the pool, the gazebo, the ring, the mats, indoor, outdoor - he doesn't give a fuck. He just wants to fight, and he wants to fight hard, and he wants to win. He's confident in his ability and skill - and he's also strong as an ox. His muscles grow and expand and thicken with every visit to the gym, and he obviously spends a lot of time there. As he slips the straps of his singlet on, he doesn't give his opponent much thought.
He doesn't have to - he's Austin fucking Cooper.
Meanwhile Royce Perry is in the mat room stretching and warming up and getting ready for his match with Austin. Royce's body is lean and muscular, and he too spends a lot of time in the gym - and he's got mad wrestling skills too. A high school champion, unlike Austin he did some research into his opponent - and he knows he's got a rough row to hoe. Austin's arrival and friendly demeanor don't put Royce off his guard, either - he knows Austin is tough, and he's giving up some size on him. And that size could matter in the mat room if their skills are equal.
They shake hands warily and start the circling, that dance that opens every match no matter where you're wrestling. Royce quickly takes Austin down, but Austin reverses out of it. Austin takes Royce down, only Royce reverses out of it. The two put on quite a show of Olympic style amateur wrestling for a few minutes, shooting in and flipping each other, neither able to get a good grip or hold on the other. With every move, every take down countered, the mats quickly become slippery with their sweat as they grunt and groan, exert and try to establish some kind of dominant control over the other. Austin is starting to get frustrated, it's plain to see on his face as Royce takes him down yet another time. In frustration, Austin just throws him off, gets up and picks up Royce in a bearhug, flexing his muscles and putting all of his power into it. It's an impressive sight.
Royce struggles, but isn't used to someone strong enough to bodily lift him without effort, bend him in half, his back aching as the pressure becomes too much for him - and he finally submits, and Austin tosses him down to the mat with triumph, flexing his massive arms and peeling down the straps of his singlet to show off his impressive upper body. Now frustrated, Royce peels off his own straps, collecting himself, but Austin comes up behind him under the pretext of complaining about Royce's USA flag singlet -- at one time a more-babyfaced Austin's brand -- only to grab a strap and choke Royce with it! Is there anything more humiliating than being choked with your own gear? "What the hell man?" Royce sputters when Austin releases the choke, only to find himself slammed down to the mat, and then lifted up into a wrenching camel clutch! "I give I give I give Jesus!" Royce screams out, his face reddened.
Slammed down again, this time Austin wraps his powerful legs around his waist and squeezes him like a tomato. Barely able to breathe, Royce struggles as Austin starts slamming forearms into his back. Insult to injury, Austin uses his legs to twist Royce so his shoulders are to the mat...and then uses Royce's own hand to slap the mat three times for the pin! Pulling him up by the hair, Austin drops Royce over his knee and shoves him off. As Royce writhes on the mat in agony, Austin flexes those big biceps and kisses them for the camera...as Royce fumes and slowly gets to his feet...this isn't over. This is far from over. It won't be over until one of them is knocked out! From cocky punching and low blows, to picture perfect pin attempts, with muscled bodies in singlets and wrestling shoes: this is the ideal amateur middleweight muscle match gone wonderfully out of control.
Perry keeps the fan favorite grounded and pained with a shoulder-wrecking armlock submission
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Turnabout is fair play, Coop works the shoulder lock with an added knee to Royce's spine
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Royce cries out in agony as he's hoisted and tortured in Cooper's backbreaking hangman's hold
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Royce's thick, muscled arms drop lifelessly to the mat as he fades in Coop's rear naked choke
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Cooper works it with a cocky double bicep flex on a figure-foured Royce Perry
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Cooper's massive quads squeeze down in a tightening bodyscissors on the blonde prettyboy
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Royce Perry: 5'9, 180 lbs
The collegiate wrestling champ walks in on the all-American prettyboy's stretching routine
Dr.Cooper rolls the patriotic prettyboy onto his shoulders with a crotch-ripping spladle
Perry lies beaten and broken as Coop kneels right atop his core with a double bicep flex
Royce is yanked off his feet, his chin tucked into his chest as Coop shakes him in the full nelson
Writhing and arching, Perry cries out in pain as Coop bears down with a kneeling, reverse bearhug
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