A Crossover Story: Earl "The Freak" Gleason V. Cocky Luis Cortez (6)

Chapter Six

An Alpha Prevails Over His Bitch

Events moved quickly after Uncle Jorge had been bred by Officer Davenport. Big Bill had strutted back up the ramp way and through the curtains. His semi-hard and dripping 9” cut cock waved to the rowdy and cheering fans.

Jorge had walked with a limp back to his nephew’s corner. There he conferred with Carlos and a still somewhat groggy Luis.

Earl Gleason had gone back to his corner where Gary Bennett stood on the apron—a perturbed look on his face. “You didn’t give me the opportunity to avenge my humiliation at the Uncle’s hands,” he say angrily. “Well,” Gleason replied, “Perhaps if you were anything but a useless fuck, I would have.”

Master Han stood at center ring with a smug look on his face. But Carlos and Jorge suddenly clambered back into the ring and advanced on the AsianMuscleGod’s teacher. “You think, Cabron, you’re going to referee the third round?” Carlos said in a threatening tone of voice.

Han said “Now, now, Gentlemen,” and began to put up his hands. But the two Latino Bodybuilders grabbed him by both arms and marched him to Luis’s corner. “Please take your hands off me,” Han Junhon said. 

Ignoring his pleas, Carlos slid out of the ring. He turned back and yanked Han between the top and middle ropes. Luis’s Daddy applied a SIDE HEAD LOCK and dragged the former referee down the metal steps and all the way back up the ramp way until the two disappeared through the curtains.

Vern Wonder spoke into his mic, “WELL FOLKS, IT LOOKS LIKE MASTER HAN HAS LEFT THE BUILDING! WE’LL HAVE TO FINISH THIS BOUT WITHOUT A GUEST REFEREE!” The Bay Ridge fans seemed uncertain whether to cheer or jeer this development. Moments later, Daddy Carlos returned to ringside, apparently having dealt with the cheating guest referee backstage.

Luis stood in his corner, shaking his head, trying to recover from Han’s chloroform attack. Ignoring Gary Bennett, Gleason stared at the Latino Teen Bodybuilder from his corner. Slowly, he pulled down his white jock strap, letting his still hard Destroyer cock spring upwards. He motioned for Cortez to follow suit, adding “If you’re not a pussy!” Wonder yelled “AND IT APPEARS ROUND THREE WILL BE FOUGHT IN THE NUDE!” The fans went crazy.

Some of Cortez’s swagger had returned. He smirked at the sight of the Champ’s big cock. He pulled down his black jock strap, exposing his dusting of black pubes and big thick shaft and finally revealing all of his 11” semi-hard uncut cock. He swatted his manhood, helping it to grow harder while staring back at Gleason. “Think you can handle this, Puta,” the teen taunted. 

Earl grabbed the base of his 9.5” cut cock and said “Boy, you’re gonna get the full treatment by my Destroyer when this is over. You’re gonna get plowed so hard you won’t be able to walk for a month. First, I’m gonna make you my Bitch.”

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Backstage, Master Han had been forcibly shoved into a dark closet that Carlos barricaded. Within seconds, he smelled sweat and heard muffled sounds near him.

Pulling out his mobile phone and turning on the flashlight feature, Han was stunned by what he saw: bug-eyed, silver-haired promoter Dandy Dawson dressed only in a silver jock strap. He wore a ball gag and his arms were stretched upwards in a “V” shape, tied at the wrists to metal rings bolted to the ceiling. His feet were bound together. Someone had pulled Dandy’s perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock and smooth balls through the side of the jock pouch. 

“Mr. Dawson,” Han said in a shocked voice, “What happened to you?”

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Out in the Bay Ridge Arena, Vern Wonder pulled the rope to ring the bell for round three.

DING! DING! DING!

Gleason and Cortez approached each other once again except this time, naked, their big semi-hard cocks swayed with each step they took.

Earl began to raise his arms to lock up collar and elbow, but Luis scooted around the The Freak and immediately applied a REVERSE BEAR HUG. “Nnnggghhhh!” The tip of the 19-year old’s 11” cock pressed into Gleason’s ass crack as he lifted the bigger man off the mat. “What was that you were saying about plowing my ass, Puta?” Cortez taunted as he squeezed harder.

Gleason tried to send elbows backwards but the angle wasn’t right. Luis walked the two men towards his corner. Earl’s Destroyer cock began to curve upwards as it hardened even more. As he neared the corner, Cortez turned The Freak’s body back towards center ring. Then he SLAMMED his own body backwards, taking The Black Bodybuilder with him in a GERMAN SUPLEX. Earl’s upper back and shoulders CRASHED into the canvass in the corner. WHAM! “Aaaaggghhhhh!” Gleason’s muscled frame twitched on the mat

In no time at all, Cortez had taken control of round three. Truth be told, he would have won the match by now if Master Han hadn’t interfered. The crowd was hushed, and some were awed by the physique and sheer domination displayed by the Latino Teen Bodybuilder. He towered over Gleason’s fallen frame.

Leaning down, Cortez grabbed Gleason’s head and forced him to his feet. Daddy Carlos reached between the ropes on each side of the ring post. He grabbed Earl’s wrists and yanked them backwards pinning the Champ in place.

Luis now stood toe-to-toe with The Freak. He reared back with his right hand and PUTA SLAPPED Earl’s left cheek—SMACK!—then backhanded a SLAP into his right cheek. “You pitiful Puta!” Cortez taunted, “Think you’d own my ass!” Gleason grunted, struggling to break free of Carlos’s grip.

Cortez ran his fingers down Gleason’s heaving 52” chest and across the ridges of his cut abs until his hand brushed the hard shaft of the Destroyer cock. “Useless dick,” Luis commented. He SLAMMED his right knee upwards into Earl’s balls. SQUISH! “AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!” The pain ricocheted throughout the Champ’s body. 

From the far corner, Gary Bennett had conflicting emotions. His partner had dissed him at the end of round two. Maybe he deserved it for not backing up Earl earlier in the match. But Earl’s letting Officer Bill and not Bennett have fun with Gary’s tormentor Uncle Jorge pissed him off. Maybe The Freak needed to be brought down a peg by this Cocky Alpha Luis. Gary stayed put.

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In the backstage closet, Dandy Dawson grunted loudly at Master Han. His words were muffled by his ball gag. Han reached behind the promoter’s head and unfastened the gag. As he did, Dawson nearly spit, “That fucking Freak did this to me. Said it was to make sure I didn’t interfere in the match. Said Bennett was finally going to fuck me after he—Gleason—defended his title.”

“Oh Mr. Dawson, I’m very sorry,” Han replied.

“But…but why are you here?” Dawson asked.

“It seems,” the teacher answered, “That Daddy Carlos didn’t care for my....intervention.”

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Still pinned by Carlo’s strong arms in Luis Cortez’s corner, Gleason looked at the Latino teen with almost pleading eyes. Luis smirked back at him. “Where’s your partner, Puta? He glanced backwards and saw Bennett in the opposite corner watching the scene. “Seems he’s not coming to save your sorry culo!” 

Cortez began a series of gut punches into Earl’s washboard abs. POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” 

With each punch, Gleason’s ripped lower torso began to soften. It was like tenderizing beef. Then Luis reared back with his right fist and SLAMMED a EURO UPPERCUT into the Champ’s jaw, rocking his head upwards. When it came back down, Earl’s head hung down—almost submissively to the teen.

Despite the blatant cheating by Daddy Carlos to hold Gleason in place, a few in the crowd began to chant “LUIS! LUIS! LUIS!” It seemed only a matter of time until Cortez would take what was his, rightfully or not. The TSWF title.

“Time to rack this Puta!” Cortez declared. He signaled for his Daddy to let go of the Champ. As soon as Carlos did, Earl’s feet skidded out from underneath him and his ass hit the canvass in the corner. Luis reached in and grabbed Earl’s right arm before dragging him to his feet and out of the corner.

In another astonishing display of strength, the Latino Teen Bodybuilder yanked The Freak up and across his upper back and shoulders. Gleason’s hard Destroyer waved back and forth. Luis stomped across the ring with Earl in his TORTURE RACK. His own 11” cock was hard as a rock. His swollen head protruded above the foreskin. Pre-cum formed at the slit.

“How’s that feel, Puta?” the teen taunted. More fans were beginning to shout “LUIS! LUIS!” and for the first time some chanted “CHUMP! CHUMP!”

Earl groaned in pain. He managed to yell “GARY, GARY!!!” But his partner remained motionless outside the ring. Evidently, The Freak was on his own.

Luis smirked and began doing squats at center ring with Gleason racked on his broad shoulders. Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge beamed and looked on proudly.

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“Intervention?” Dandy said, “What did you do?”

“Never mind,” Master Han replied. He found himself staring at Dawson’s dangling cut cock and balls. He felt his own 7” uncut cock growing inside his black cod piece. He reached forward and took Dandy’s mushroom head into his right hand and squeezed. “What….what are you doing?” Dawson said. 

Han released Dawson’s cock with an apologetic face. “Mr. Dawson, I’m so sorry. I was just examining your perfectly shaped cock. But I shall be professional.”

“Damn right, you’ll be professional,” the promoter sneered, “Now get me out of here if you and the AsianMuscleGod know what’s good for you!”

Han nodded and began pounding on the closet door.

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Gleason’s muscular ebony body and hard Destroyer cock were fully on display—racked on Luis Cortez’s shoulders. Pain shot throughout the Champ’s body. 

Cortez began hollering, “PUTA, SUBMIT! SUBMIT TO YOUR ALPHA!!!”

The Freak groaned in Luis’s grasp. He would not be defending his title successfully tonight. He had to admit what all in the Bay Ridge Arena already knew. He had lost to this Cocky Alpha. Overwhelmed by pain, the Champ began screaming, “I SUBMIT!!! SUBMIT!!! SUBMIT!!!”

Cortez smirked and demanded, “WHO AM I, PUTA?” “MY ALPHA!!!” Gleason shrieked. “AND WHO ARE YOU?” The Freak yelled “YOUR BITCH!!!”

DING! DING! DING!

Flashing his biggest smile of the night, Cortez cast off Gleason’s body, which crashed into a crumpled heap on the canvas—SPLAT!—where it twitched uncontrollably.

With the crowd now firmly on the teen’s side, Wonder intoned into his mic, “THERE YOU HAVE IT, OUR NEW TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED CHAMPION…THE COCKY LATINO ALPHA, LUIS CORTEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!”

Luis’s Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge joined him at center ring and raised his arms in a “V” for Victory sign as the crowd went wild.

Cortez looked at Gary ‘The Tank’ Bennett and motioned for him to enter the ring. On his way towards the new Champ, Bennett stopped by his defeated partner. He bent down and dragged Gleason onto all fours. “Get up, Bitch! Get up,” The Tank demanded. As Earl struggled to rise, Bennett SLAMMED a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE into his back, pancaking the former Champ onto the canvass.

Watching this, Luis smirked and said, “Perfecto! I can work with this.”

Suddenly, the spotlight moved to the top of the curtains. Through them strutted TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson, dressed only in the silver jock strap but with his equipment re-inserted in the pouch. Following him was Master Han, now wearing only black jock strap….

(To be continued.)