Captain Flagg: 5'9, 200 lbs
The bigger Captain Flagg surveys the assets of his leaner, intimidating opponent
The Assassin zeroes in on Flagg's weak spot as he grinds him with a choking crotch claw
The patriotic punk pulls at his bindings as his mask is ripped and torn at
Trapped in the ropes, Flagg gets pulled and stretched out by his stars and stripes singlet
With his secret identity exposed to the world, Captain Flagg fades away in a sleeperhold
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Unmasked, Owned and Annihilated
Since he first stepped out of the shadows and into the wrestling ring, the Assassin has struck terror in the hearts of would-be opponents. The stunningly tall, beautifully muscled masked villain has the skill and the weapons to take down just about any prey he sets his sights on. His coldly calculating, dark will stares back at him in the mirror as he awaits his next opponent in the ring. "Mmm, I look good," the Assassin says what we're all thinking, bouncing his meaty pecs playfully. He briefly grabs the amply packed, zip-front pouch of his blood red trunks with a groan of anticipated pleasure. He strokes his gorgeously sexy, long limbs, flexing and stroking his biceps adoringly. "I feel sorry for anyone who has to go up against me," he says with insincerity dripping from the tongue. He has no pity, just a sociopathic lust to conquer the next hapless hunk with the misfortune of making it to the top of his hit-list.
In his starred and striped, skin tight singlet, Captain Flagg looks like he just might have what it takes to blunt the Assassin's blade. He's buff and beautiful, with powerfully packed, thick muscle stacked generously on top of muscle. There's something deliciously seasoned about the patriotically masked beefcake, as he pumps his gargantuan biceps with the cool confidence of a veteran. Staring one another down in the ring, what Flagg lacks in height, in comparison to his towering foe, he more than makes up for in luxurious muscle mass and cockiness. The Assassin stares down coldly and asks, "What is this?"
"This is some big, big muscle," Flagg chuckles, flexing a mountainous bicep right in his face. The Assassin audaciously cops a feel of his opponent's guns and takes an appraising stroke of the fire plug's bulging pecs. A reasonable man might be a tad unsettled by the Assassin's lust-forward introduction, but the Captain just lets his powerful physique do the talking. When it's the Assassin's turn to display the weapons of his trade, Flagg hungrily steps in close and palms the villain's smooth pecs, and strums his fingertips down his washboard abs. "Nice and hard," the Captain mutters, letting his fingers roam southward and feel the heft in the Assassin's easy-access pouch. The villain bats his hand away with a quick wag of a finger. "You're going to have to earn that," the towering terminator growls. "I can do that," Flagg chuckles confidently.
With sexual tension bubbling over, the contest is fierce and brutal. Captain Flagg's thick, dominating muscles persistently drag the Assassin from one near fall to the next. The Captain's astonishingly thick thighs repeatedly snap shut around his opponent's lean, armored core, instantly pressing every ounce of oxygen from his lungs and threatening to crack his ribs. The Assassin is quick to counter, thrilling them both by smothering the red, white, and blue boy deep up his crotch in lingering and grinding schoolboy pins. But it's all that relentless muscle on Flagg that upends his opponent time and time again. The Assassin can take him down, but he can't keep him down in the face of the patriot's explosive power and ferocity. Shockingly, it's the masked villain staring down long odds, as his gorgeous body is fondled and possessed, caressed and controlled at every turn. He's stunned and spanked, his screams pumped out of him like a pipe organ as the Captain's pulverizing power bears down on him. Flagg can't keep his hands off of his opponent's pouch, squeezing, stroking, and crushing the cries of anguish out of the Assassin. "You're going to give to me, and then you're going to give me this," he crows, throttling the villain's prominent pouch.
Could this be the Assassin's final undoing? One of these mysterious hunks will be conquered, controlled, stripped and unmasked. The loser chokes out simpering submissions, smothered in face-to-crotch headscissors. The jolly victor maniacally laughs as he parades his shocked victim around the ring in a torture rack, ignoring the beaten hunk's pleas for mercy. "I want to hear you scream" the alpha growls, and he gets his wish, over and over again, as he turns this would-be terror into his plaything. Whoever your money is on, you can count on a sizzingly sexy finisher, with mouthwatering muscles groped, an outsized ego laid low, and the winner walking out of the ring with a new mask to add to his trophy case.
The Captain's big, buff body gets locked down and stetched out in a tight leg nelson
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The dominant Assassin throws up a thick bicep flex as he works his foe in a headscissors
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Arms trapped in a tight, constricting bodyscissors, Captain Flagg's identity is at risk
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Yanked from a dominant pin position, the Assassin's arms are hooked as he's dragged back
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Captain Flagg uses all his considerable muscle mass to work a devastating bodyscissors
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Unmasked and broken, Captain Flagg lies draped across the Assassin's shoulders in a torture rack
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The Assassin: 6', 185 lbs
The Assassin rolled up onto his shoulders, forced to watch his own package get worked over
The Assassin gets folded in half as his back is bent in a brutal scorpion hold
Crucified and bent back over the ropes, Captain Flagg's skull is crushed in a headscissors
Insult to injury, The Assassin grinds his victim's mask into his own humiliated face
The Assassin grinds his bulge into his opponent's face in a humbling schoolboy pin
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