A Crossover Story: Earl "The Freak" Gleason V. Cocky Luis Cortez (4)

Chapter Four

Getting KO'd and Humiliated All at Once

Vern Wonder watched as the twin brothers Carlos and Jorge mounted the metal steps and took up positions on the apron by the ring post in the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s corner.  He looked up at Dandy Dawson’s skybox in the Bay Ridge Arena as if needing instructions from the promoter.  But Dawson wasn’t there.  The skybox appeared to be empty.  Wonder wondered why.

Then he brought his mic to his mouth, resuming the introductions.  “AND NOW, GENTS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR CHAMP!”  The crowd jumped up and clapped wildly.  “HE’S A MASSIVE SPECIMEN—KNOWN TO ALL AS ‘THE FREAK’—HE STANDS AT 6’4” AND WEIGHS 240 POUNDS, HE IS SMOOTH ALL OVER WITH A 52” CHEST AND 22” BICEPS…INSIDE HIS JOCK LURKS HIS ‘DESTROYER’ COCK…I GIVE YOU THE ONE AND ONLY EARL GLEASON!!!”

As the fans roared, the curtains parted to reveal the Champ with his right arm around his partner Gary ‘The Tank’ Bennett, both in white jock straps.  In his left hand, Earl held the Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship belt.

As the two men began walking down the ramp way, two things became obvious.  Earl was actually helping Gary who appeared unsteady on his feet.  

The crowd quieted as the arena spotlight showed that Gleason’s bulge was wet.  Then a few in the crowd started pointing and laughing.  In the ring, Luis cackled as he saw what his Papa and Tio had done to the Champ.  “Ay cabron!” he exclaimed, pointing at Earl’s pouch then grabbing his prodigious package.

“Get in the ring, you big Puta!” the Cocky Teen Heel demanded.  Earl’s facial demeanor was grim.  Carlos and Jorge had humiliated him, but he was determined to have the last laugh, at their nephew’s expense.

As Gleason and Bennett arrived at the ring, the Champ helped his partner up the steps and positioned him on the apron near the ring post in his corner.  Then The Freak slid between the top and middle ropes.  Glaring first at Carlos, Jorge in the opposite corner, he trained his eyes on Luis Cortez and slowly drew his right hand under his throat in a cutting type of motion.

Vern Wonder took up his mic once again.  “AND NOW, LET ME INTRODUCE TONIGHT’S GUEST REFEREE.  YOU KNOW HIM WELL—HE IS A TEACHER, MENTOR AND TRAINER TO YOUR FORMER CHAMP, THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD.  I GIVE YOU THE WISE AND ESTEEMED—MASTER HAN!!!”

The crowd booed the appearance of Master Han at the top of the ramp way.  They had seen the teacher interfere in his student’s matches and sometimes whip opponents.  Gleason looked quizzically back at Bennett.  Dawson hadn’t told him about Master Han.

Han Junhon wore his trademark black leather tank top and chaps and black cod piece.  He wore a black bowler hat and carried his black whip.  Grinning at the audience and ignoring the boos, he sauntered down the ramp way and walked up the metal steps.  He stepped over the top rope and met Wonder at center ring.  Then he beckoned both Gleason and Cortez to meet him.

The two combatants moved forward until their bare chests and bulges nearly touched.  Luis looked down at Earl’s wet pouch and snickered.  

Taking the mic from Wonder, Master Han said, “Good evening, gentlemen.  This will be a no holds barred match.  To win, you must take two of three falls, each by KO or submission.  After each round, the winner will have a few minutes to indulge in some…fun at the expense of the loser or one of his teammates.”  This new feature elicited applause from the Bay Ridge crowd.

Han continued, “My role is solely to declare the winner of each round.  Do you both understand?”  The Champ hadn’t taken his eyes off Luis but now glanced down at Han and nodded.  Luis smirked and said, “Si, si, Master Han.  Comprendido.”

“Good, now Mr. Gleason, please give me your Championship belt.”

Earl handed over the gold metal belt.  When this match ended, and after he had fucked the Cocky Teen Heel into oblivion, he would wear the belt proudly.  No one would be able to say that Gleason hadn’t earned the TSWF title.

“Now shake hands and come out fighting,” instructed Han.

The Freak smiled and reached his right hand inside the pouch of his jock strap, feeling the wet stickiness of his release.  When his hand emerged, it glistened in the spotlight.  He extended it towards Luis who smirked, “No fucking way, Puta,” and walked backward to his corner.  Gleason backed up as well.

Vern Wonder slid out of the ring, mic in hand, and looked upward once more towards Dandy Dawson’s skybox.  The silver-haired promoter was still absent.  Sighing, Wonder pulled on a rope to ring the bell.

DING!  DING!  DING!

Earl was one pissed wrestler.  With the fans cheering, he stomped to center ring, making the ring bounce from the force of his steps.  The Latino Bodybuilder walked towards The Freak, grinning cockily.  He held up his right hand, waved it and said, “C’mon Puta, make my fucking day!”

Arriving at mid-ring, Luis raised his walnut-colored arms expecting Earl to do the same for a collar and elbow lock up.  But Gleason didn’t hesitate.  He SLAMMED his right knee into the 19-year old’s balls.  SQUISH!  “Aaaggghhh!!!”  

“THAT’S FOR GARY, PUNK!”  

Luis fell to his knees in front of The Freak.  His hands covered his bulge.  His face bumped into the Champ’s ample pouch.  Earl’s hands surrounded the back of the teen’s head and swirled his hips forcing Luis’s face to rub clockwise against Earl’s wet jock strap and swelling manhood.  

“You like that boy, don't you?  Take a good whiff of a real man.  My Destroyer owns you!” Gleason taunted.  He yanked Luis’s face even more forcefully onto his moist pouch.  He could see the Latino stud’s pouch was beginning to tent outward.  As it did, a gap opened between the teen’s waistband and his pubic bone, exposing his black pubes and the base of his thick cock.

The Freak finally shoved Cortez backward and raised his muscular arms to the cheers of the Bay Ridge fans.  Then he bent down, slid his right arm through the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s legs and scooped up his body over the Champ’s shoulder.  Grinning, Earl turned and SLAMMED Luis back to the mat.  BAM!  “UGH!”  The kid’s back exploded in pain as the ring shook violently.

With the crowd chanting “DO IT AGAIN!” The Freak again dragged Luis up and over his shoulder.  He turned towards the newbie’s corner where Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge looked on—a bit horror stricken—and sneered, “He’ll be in the hospital before I’m done,” before SLAMMING Cortez onto the mat again.  BAM!   “Aaaaggghhhh!!!”  The kid flopped onto his chest and then onto his back.

The Freak raised his arms in a victory pose above the Latino hunk as the fans went wild.  He bent down and pulled up Luis’s body against his chest.  In a show of power, Earl lifted all 225 pounds of his opponent above his head in a GORILLA PRESS.  Holding Cortez’s body aloft, he strutted round the ring.  Then, as Gleason neared the ropes, he FLUNG Luis out of the ring.  The teen crashed onto the padded floor.  SPLAT!  His father Carlos yelled “My hijo!” before jumping off the apron and racing to where Luis rolled around in agony.

“Now,” Earl said ominously, looking at Jorge, “I’m fucking coming for you!”  He marched towards Luis’s corner.  Standing about three feet from the corner, Gleason raised his right hand and pointed his first finger at Luis’s Uncle.  “You’re gonna pay for what you did to Gary, you bastard!  And what you and Carlos did to me!”

“You think so, Puta?  I doubt it,” Jorge sneered in response, “Your Bitch partner loved swallowing my 9” cock.  He slobbered all over it until I made him my cum rag!”  Gleason lunged forward and reached for Jorge’s wavy black hair. 

But as he did, a powerful fist shot upwards between The Freak’s legs—scoring a direct hit on his jock-covered balls.  WHUMP!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!” As boos rained down on the Latino Teen Bodybuilder for the cheap shot, Earl fell to his knees in Luis’s corner. Recovered with the aid of his Daddy Carlos, Luis laughed and said “Gracias Tio Jorge!”

As his Uncle nodded, Luis pulled Earl to his feet and turned him around.  He pushed The Freak’s back against the top turnbuckle and draped his arms over the top ropes.  Carlos had come up behind Luis and hooked the Black Bodybuilder’s beefy legs over the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post.  Carlos stepped back over the ropes and stood next to Jorge.

Luis then leaned forward and placed his right hand on Gleason’s throat.  As he began to choke the Champ, his left hand encircled Earl’s jock-covered balls.  He formed a CLAW and began squeezing and twisting Gleason’s nuts.  “Aaarrrrgghhh!!!” screamed The Freak as his balls were manhandled.

“How’s that feel, Puta?” Luis snickered.  His hand was wet and sticky from the remnants of Gleason’s release in the locker room.  He released the BALL CLAW and shoved his left hand inside Earl’s mouth forcing the Champ to taste himself.  “Like your cum, Chump?”

From outside the ring, Uncle Jorge reached between the middle and bottom ropes.  His hand snaked between Earl’s bare ass cheeks.  Then he plunged his thumb into Gleason’s pucker, giving the Champ an oil check.  “UUUGGGHHH!”

Luis formed claws with both of his hands and dug them into the dark nipples on Earl’s 52” pecs.  “Aaaagggghhhhh!!!!” Gleason screamed in agony from the kid’s PEC CLAW.  More boos rained down from the crowd.

Finally releasing the claw, the Latino stud lifted his left arm revealing his black armpit hair and, with his right hand on the back of Gleason’s head, pressed Champ’s face into his pit.  “That’s it, Puta, smell my sweaty pit!”

Gary Bennett had seen enough of his partner’s humiliation.  He slid through the ropes in the opposite corner and sprinted towards Gleason.  But Carlos saw him coming.  He vaulted over the ropes and launched his 240-pound body at The Tank’s mid-section, SPEARING him at center ring.  WHAM!

Bennett SLAMMED onto his back.  BAM!  Carlos mounted his heaving chest and began a barrage of punches into his head and face.  POW!  POW!  POW!  POW!  POW!  POW!  Already winded, Bennett was unable to fend off the blows.  

Luis’s Daddy finally stood and began kicking Gleason’s partner in the obliques, forcing his body to roll until he went under the bottom ropes and dropped onto the padded floor.  

Meanwhile, Luis dragged Gleason from the corner.  He pulled the Champ into a tight side head lock, ran forward, then dropped to his knees, SLAMMING Gleason’s face into the mat in a BULL DOG.  BAM!  On his chest, Earl’s body twitched.  His exposed ass jiggled as it pointed skyward.

Luis kicked the Champ forcing him onto his back.  Then he walked back a few paces before running forward, jumping up and landing a LEG DROP worthy of Hulk Hogan on Earl’s chest.  THUD!  “OOOOFFFFF!”  Gleason’s sculpted ebony body folded upwards like an accordion in response to the impact then flopped back onto the mat.  

Cortez sneered, “What a Puta! What a Chump!”  He kicked The Freak once again to force him onto his chest.  Luis placed his hands around Earl’s head and yanked him up on all fours.  The teen’s large quads surrounded Gleason’s neck and squeezed in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  Then Cortez leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the Champ’s large torso.  

In a show of amazing strength, he hoisted Earl’s body upwards and briefly onto his shoulders, then SLAMMED the Black Bodybuilder’s upper back and shoulders to the canvas in a POWER BOMB.  BOOM!  The Champ’s upper body jack-knifed reflexively as the ring shook.

With the fans jeering the Latino Teen Bodybuilder, he flashed a cocky grin and taunted the crowd, “Your Hero is my Puta!”  He reached down and dragged the Champ to his feet.  Still feeling the aftershocks of being bull-dogged, leg-dropped and power-bombed, Gleason looked wobbly.  

Luis easily pushed him back against the nearby ropes.  He tied The Freak’s arms into the top and middle ropes.  Gleason slumped downward.  His ass cheeks almost touched the canvass.

The Latino Teen Bodybuilder then turned away from Gleason, exposing his bare ass cheeks to the Champ.  Slowly but surely he walked backwards and surrounded Earl’s face with his ass crack.  The Champ began to struggle as his air passages were cut off.  His nose and mouth were completely smothered by Luis’s ass.  The Champ’s hands fluttered but he was otherwise immobilized.

“That’s it, Puta…. Time to sleep,” Luis smirked.  The pouch of his black jock strap pointed outward as his 11” cock hardened.  After a few moments, Gleason’s body went completely slack.  The Cocky Heel snickered and stepped forward.  Earl’s head hung downwards, his eyes closed—KO’d by the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s ASS SLEEPER.

Guest referee Master Han looked unhappy but signaled for the bell.

DING!  DING!  DING!

“AND HERE’S YOUR WINNER OF ROUND ONE BY A KO, LUIS CORTEZ!!!” yelled Vern Wonder into his mic.  The crowd booed lustily.  

Bennett had finally recovered enough from his drubbing by Carlos to go to the aid of his partner.  He coaxed Earl awake and untied him from the ropes.  Earl swatted Gary’s offered hand away.  “Where were you?” he complained, “That son of a Bitch has real back-up.  You were worthless!”

Wonder continued, “NOW LET’S SEE WHAT FUN LUIS HAS PLANNED!”

As the crowd quieted, Luis said, “Ok, Putas, because I’m a nice guy, I’m gonna give you a chance to even the score.”  With his right hand, he beckoned The Tank to meet him in his corner.  Bennett looked at Earl who still had a look of disgust on his face.  Bedraggled and confused, Gary slowly crossed the ring.

Luis smiled, grabbed Bennett’s shoulders and pushed his back against the corner.  “Ok, Papi, he’s all yours,” the teen said.  Carlos slid between the top and middle ropes.  He double bi-flexed, showing off his 22” ceps and smooth pits.  He flexed his hairless 53” brown pecs as well.

With a cocky grin, Luis’s Daddy inched his black jock strap downwards until his semi-hard thick 9” uncut cock bounced free—his foreskin still covered his cock head.  He slapped his shaft then mounted the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post—putting his hardening manhood at the level of Bennett’s mouth.  

Uncle Jorge moved between Gary’s legs.  He dropped to his knees and tugged down on Bennett’s white jock strap freeing The Tank’s 8” cut cock, which dangled downwards.

“Ok,” Luis said, “Here’s the deal.  Gary’s gonna blow Papi while Tio Jorge blows Gary.  If my Papi cums first, I’ll give the second round to the Champ.”  The fans gasped in disbelief but they were spellbound by the scene.

The swollen purplish head of Carlos’s cock pushed past his foreskin.  “Now suck my fucking polla!” Carlos ordered as he shoved his banana-shaped, rock hard cock into Gary’s mouth, burying the head of it in The Tank’s throat.  Almost immediately, Gary began gagging on the thick member.  Then he felt Jorge’s hot breath and wet mouth as his own big cock was swallowed whole.

Some in the crowd chanted “CUM CARLOS CUM!!!”  Placing his hands on the back of Gary’s head, Carlos thrust his hips forward and back skull-fucking Earl’s partner.  Saliva dripped from Bennett’s mouth as Carlos claimed it.

Jorge bobbed and slurped on The Tank’s thick cock, getting it to maximum hardness quickly.  He jerked the base of the cock as his tongue swirled around the helmet then resumed deep throating the Blonde Bodybuilder.

Bennett tasted Carlos’s salty arousal.  Luis’s Daddy seemed about to blow.  But Gary’s load was rising fast in response to Jorge’s expert cock-sucking skills.  The crowd tensed, watching for the first signs of either Gary’s or Carlos’s orgasm.

Meanwhile, there was still no sign of TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson in his skybox.

(To be continued.)