A Crossover Story: Earl "The Freak" Gleason V. Cocky Luis Cortez (2)

Chapter Two

Bitchy Complaints and Rules

The door to the mid-town office of TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson swung open.  Master Han and his mentee the AsianMuscleGod walked inside.  Both men were dressed identically in black.

“Ahhhhh, two of my favorites,” the silver-haired Dawson said cheerily.

“Mr. Dawson,” Han began, as he sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the promoter’s desk, “We are here today to make a formal complaint.”

Tanner Wu with his massive 6’4” 250 pound frame—remained standing behind Han.  He nodded his head in agreement with his teacher.

“Complaint?” Dandy asked, arching an eyebrow. These people are so ungrateful, he thought to himself.

“Yes, you chose Earl ‘The Freak’ Gleason to become TSWF Champ over my student, the AsianMuscleGod.  Yet AMG defeated Gleason to win the title previously, and The Freak has not actually won a title match.  This is unfair.”

“Well, I can see why you might think that way,” Dawson responded, “But consider my position.  The AsianTitanBull handpicked Gleason as his successor and threatened to pummel my ass with his bazooka of a cock if I didn’t go along with it.”

“You have not submitted to such threats in the past,” Han Junhon replied.

“What’s done is done, my friends,” Dandy said.  He glanced up at AMG, “Tanner here will have plenty of opportunities to win back his title.”

Han continued, “Then there is the matter of you selecting a newbie, some Latino teenager, to fight The Freak.  That chance should have been offered to Wu Teng.”

“Okay, Master Han,” Dawson said, with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice, “Tell you what.  If Gleason defeats Luis Cortez, I will give AMG a title shot.”

Han nodded slowly.

“And,” Dawson continued, looking at Han, “I’ll let you, guest referee the match between The Freak and the Teen Latino Bodybuilder.

Master Han smiled but asked, “And what if Luis wins?  Does Wu Teng get his title shot then?”

Dandy hesitated.  He put his hands up behind his head.  He crossed his right second finger over his index finger, then said, “He’ll have a shot either way.”

Master Han stared at the promoter.  He had seen Dandy doing something with his fingers before making that promise.  To himself, Han thought Dawson cannot be trusted; therefore, Gleason must win this match.  But then Han as referee might have a say in the matter.

“Very good, Mr. Dawson,” the Chinese teacher said with a smile, “Very good.  Let’s go Tanner, we are already late for our next workout.”

After Han and his Chinese-American Alpha trainee had departed, Dawson leaned back in his chair.  If Luis won this match, Dandy wanted to keep his options open for the next contender.  He was already thinking it might be hot for Luis to squash a pretty blonde boi like Alex Ullrich or AchillesAdonis or possibly bring back that emasculated Bitch Tino Gavras to be put down once again. Then again, maybe he should persuade JoelAlphaHunk aka the PR Alpha Stud to return, along with his retinue of Latino muscle hunks. That could set up a true mano y mano match with the Cortez family.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.  

“Yes,” he said.

The door opened and this time Earl Gleason and Gary Bennett appeared, both wearing white tank tops and gray gym shorts.  Both wore angry faces.

“Gentleman,” Dawson said.

“Did you set me up?” Bennett demanded.

“Set you up?” the promoter said incredulously, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know,” The Tank sneered, “Have Uncle Jorge spike my drink at Leo’s Casa Calamari, then humiliate me on a video sent to Earl.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you Dumb Blonde Bitch!” Dawson roared.

The epitaph always inflamed Bennett.  He launched himself across Dawson’s desk.  But Gleason was faster wrapping his big muscled arms around his partner’s mid-torso and yanking him backwards.

“Enough,” The Freak declared, “We wanted you to know the Cortez family is resorting to bullshit tactics.  Some psych out thing.  Well, it’ll have no effect on me.  If anything, that teenager, his uncle and daddy are going down big time.”

Dawson brightened, “That’s the spirit, Champ.  Now I need to fill you in on the match rules.”

Gleason smelled a rat, “Something different from the usual?”

“Well, a bit,” the promoter replied, “It will be NHB or No Holds Barred.  Best of three falls, which can be won only by a KO or submission.”

The Freak and his partner nodded their heads.

“And,” Dandy continued, “Between rounds, a little humiliation of the loser or his team members will be permitted.”

“Humiliation?” Gleason asked, quirking his right eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Dawson explained, “This is something the Cortez family does in their matches back home.  They suggested it and I thought it was kinda hot.”

“Hmmmmm,” Earl mused, “Most likely some kind of sexual humiliation, I imagine?”

“Yeah, Earl, but not like a full-blown ‘stakes’ after each round,” Dandy said.  “And one more detail…”

Both Gleason and Bennett had perturbed looks on their faces.

“The wrestlers and their team members at ringside will be wearing nothing but jockstraps.  You, Earl and Gary, in white.  Luis, his Dad and Uncle in black.”

For the first time in the meeting, Gleason’s face relaxed.  He smiled, “A jock will barely contain my Destroyer cock.  That ought to intimidate the cocky kid.”  As he said it, The Freak felt blood rushing to his groin and his cock begin to swell.

Dawson nodded, “Of course, his 11” uncut cock will be stuffed inside his jock.  It’s nothing to sneeze at.”

“We’ll see,” Gleason said, “I’m not worried about the Latino punk or his cock.”

“Okay, it’s all settled,” the promoter declared with a grin.  He would let it drop later that Master Han would referee the match.  Or maybe let that be a surprise for the Champ.

Outside on the sidewalk after the meeting, Gary Bennett was still seething from being called a Dumb Blonde Bitch.

“Don’t let Dandy get to you,” Gleason said.

“Promise me one thing,” Bennett said.

“What?” his partner replied.

“Promise me I'll finally get to fuck Dawson after the match while you destroy the cocky Latino’s hole,” The Tank asked.

Gleason paused.  If he let Gary fuck the promoter, Dandy would do everything in his power to destroy Earl and Gary.  But Gleason understood Gary’s frustrations.  It was time for payback.  He wrapped his right arm around his partner and drew him close.  “Of course babe, I’ll make that happen.  But first, let’s get you home and in our bed.  The thought of fucking your pink hole has me horny as hell.”

(To be continued.)