Champ Luis Cortez v. Constantine "Tino" Gavras (8)

Chapter Eight

The Final Round in Trenton

Champ Luis Cortez had lost two out of three rounds but only one round to the true Samson aka Tino Gavras. The Champ had also cum twice: Once after defeating Costa Gavras in Round Two. He shot his victory load into Costa’s furry ass crack. Then he had climaxed untouched as the Mighty Gladiator fucked his face with his 9.5” torpedo cock, which ended Round Three. It was a submission by emission. 

Now he stood in his corner. His Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge had crawled back onto the apron and stood behind the Champ—each kneading one of his broad shoulders. “You got this, mi hijo!” Carlos said. Both he and his twin brother Jorge wore only tight black Speedos that barely contained their 9” uncut cocks and hairless balls.

Brutus from Brazil stood on the apron in Luis’s corner as well. He had not gone to the assistance of Cortez in Round Three, and Carlos and Jorge seemed to be deliberately ignoring the 6’7” 280 pound Hairy Beast. Eyeing Brutus suspiciously, Jorge whispered to his brother, “That Puta will be getting his soon.”

Dandy Dawson, whom Vern Wonder had freed from the ropes, now spoke in an animated fashion with Wonder in a neutral corner. The silver-haired promoter had stuffed his sticky cut cock and balls back into his powder blue briefs.

Delilah DeLovely and Costa Gavras were in Samson’s corner. The Fabulous Vixen maintained a semi-permanent wicked grin on her face. She ran her silver painted finger nails across Samson’s 53” furry pecs and purred, “Oh, my Alpha Warrior, it’s only one more round. Destroy this little Bitch, and the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Championship is ours!” Gavras loved the adoration and winked a gray green eye at her.

Suddenly, the curtains at the top of the ramp way parted, and Coach Stan walked through them. He had dressed in his trademark royal blue Speedo. His 50” ebony pecs glistened, having been oiled up before his entrance. The Trenton crowd booed the Black Daddy as he walked towards the ring. In his right hand, he clutched silver fabric.

Upon arriving in the ring, he went to Dawson. He raised his right hand to show he was holding a silver sequined jock strap—the one that read “DD’s Bitch”—the one in which Tino Gavras had been defiled more than a year earlier—and the one which Stan had been forced to wear on his head while The Mighty Gladiator bred his hole.

The Coach handed the jock strap to Dawson as the fans buzzed. Taking the microphone from Wonder, Dawson said, “Thank you, Coach Stan. Miss DeLovely would you please join us at center ring?”

Delilah looked startled for a moment but then grinned and stepped around her Samson to walk towards Dandy and Stan. “Yes, Dandy?” she said in a rather seductive voice, “How can I help you?”

“Fans,” Dawson exclaimed, returning his gaze to the crowd, “You know I always put my money where my mouth is!” A few hoots were heard in the arena. “As an added bonus this evening,” he continued, “If Luis Cortez defends his title successfully, Delilah DeLovely will wear this little jock strap while I fuck her.” Some cheers broke out but boos as well as the audience still seemed to favor Tino Gavras. “And,” the promoter continued, “If Samson wins Round Four and the TSWF title, well, then, I’ll wear the jock while Miss DeLovely has her way with me.” Loud cheers and applause came from the crowd.

“Ohhhhh, Dandy, how can I top that?” Delilah said with a wide smile, “One of us will indeed become ‘DD’s Bitch’!” The Trenton faithful laughed heartily. Dawson flashed a broad grin too.

Dandy motioned the Fabulous Vixen back to Tino’s corner and continued, “Ok, Trenton, are you ready?” The crowd screamed “YES!!!” He smiled and handed the mic back to Wonder, then exited the ring with Coach Stan to take seats in the first row behind the barricades.

Vern reached for the rope bell.

DING! DING! DING!

As wild applause broke out in the arena, Samson placed his large hands on the top rope adjacent to his corner. He leaned back, squatted and stretched before releasing the rope. Turning towards the Champ in the opposite corner, the Mighty Gladiator flexed his 53” pecs, alternating from his left to his right one. Then he shrugged and moved towards center ring.

Luis was wary after Round Three but he mustered a cocky grin. As he stepped from his corner, the Champ suddenly did a forward 360 degree flip landing back on his boots. BAM! The fans actually clapped for his surprising feat. Emboldened, Cortez pointed at his 52” smooth pecs and flexed them at Samson. Then he double bi-flexed, revealing his black armpit hair. “Ready to be my little Puta?” he taunted.

The two would-be Alphas engaged at mid-ring. They locked up collar and elbow and struggled for dominance over the other. But the Mighty Gladiator was indeed stronger. He literally threw Luis backwards--causing the Champ to crash into the turnbuckles of his corner. A bit dazed, he immediately fell onto his butt. BAM!

When Cortez's gray blue eyes stared upwards, Samson’s massively muscled and hairy frame blocked all the light. Tino reached down and fisted the Champ’s black curls. He hauled up Luis and hooked his arms under the top ropes. Holding the top ropes on each side of the ring post, Samson SLAMMED his right knee into Cortez’s washboard abs four times in a row. WHUMP! “UGH!” WHUMP! “UGH!” WHUMP! “UGH!” WHUMP! “UGH!”

With each knee pounding, Luis sagged more onto the middle turnbuckle. Tino snarled, “OH I GOT MORE FOR YOU, BITCH!” He reared back and CHOPPED the Champ’s 52” pecs twice. POW! “AGH!” POW! “AGH!”

In the front row, Dandy Dawson gripped the silver sequined jock strap more tightly. Round Four was not going his way. Coach Stan whispered encouragement, “It’ll be okay, boss. Just watch.”

Wrapping his right arm around Cortez’s neck, Samson turned and dragged the Latino Teen Bodybuilder forward a step before flipping his 6’1, 215 pound body up and over—SLAMMING his back onto the mat. “UUUGGGHHH!”

As his ripped, creamy walnut body jack-knifed up following the impact, Cortez’s left hand reflexively reached for his back. 

Delilah DeLovely was blowing kisses at the Hairy Warrior from where she stood on the apron.

Samson sank to his knees behind Cortez. He yanked up the Champ’s head and upper torso then surrounded his neck and throat with his right arm. He cinched in the REAR NAKED CHOKEHOLD. “AAAGGGHHHH!!!!”

Luis’s legs kicked wildly on the mat as he gasped and wheezed. The Trenton fans chanted, “SAM-SON! SAM-SON!”

The silver-haired promoter grew more tense. Dawson couldn’t believe that Tino Gavras was becoming a Face—a Hero of the fans in the Trenton Arena.

The Mighty Gladiator finally relented and yanked Cortez to his feet. Gavras slid his big arms through Luis’s armpits from behind and applied a FULL NELSON. Leaning backwards to apply greater pressure, Tino lifted the Champ off his feet. His 9.5” cock had begun to thicken again in his orange Speedo. Luis felt it humping his poser-covered ass crack. Sweat poured down the Champ’s chest and arms.

Samson momentarily loosened his hold—as a preclude to tightening it further. But Cortez saw his opportunity. He slipped downwards and escaped the hold, astonishing the crowd. 

The Latino Teen Bodybuilder quickly moved behind Samson. He ran his arms through the Mighty Gladiator’s hairy armpits and snapped on his own FULL NELSON. A few boos and jeers broke out in the arena. Daddy Carlos and Uncle Jorge whistled and gave Luis the thumbs up.

Samson struggled to break free. But Luis showed his own strength and maintained the hold. Then he forced Tino down to the mat on his knees and finally his chest. Cortez transitioned on the canvass to a SIDE HEADLOCK and squeezed hard. “Nnnggghhh!” grunted Samson as DeLovely and Costa Gavras watched with growing concern. 

“HOW’S THAT FEEL, PUTA?” yelled the Champ, his cockiness having returned, as he cinched and re-cinched the headlock.

The Trenton fans resumed chanting “SAM-SON!” trying to motivate Tino to break the Champ’s grip. With a guttural yell, Gavras pressed his head and upper body upwards into a sitting position. Luis kept squeezing but then felt his own body rising as Tino slowly, to wild cheers, struggled to his feet with Cortez hanging off his back.

The Mighty Gladiator SLAMMED his right elbow backwards--hitting Luis in the gut and causing him to drop the headlock. Gavras immediately twisted his body around the Champ’s, threaded his armpits once more and applied a second FULL NELSON. 

Before Luis could wriggle free, Samson began forcing his body towards the contender’s corner where he SMASHED Cortez’s face into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “AAAGGGHHH!!!”

Tino stepped to one side as Luis ricocheted backwards and fell onto his back. Samson reached down and grabbed the Champ’s left ankle. He yanked Cortez’s leg upwards and between his own legs. Then he began to twist the ankle into unnatural angles, sending shockwaves of pain throughout the Champ’s body. “AAARRRGGGHH!!!”

Gavras leaned down and grabbed Cortez’s other ankle. He began twisting the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s muscular body. Luis tried to resist but soon he had been turned onto his chest as the Mighty Gladiator sat down in a perfectly executed BOSTON CRAB. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” “HAD ENOUGH YET, BITCH?” Gavras taunted.

The Trenton fans were on their feet thinking they were moments from the Champ’s submission. But Daddy Carlos slid between the top and middle ropes. The ref tried to stop him but Carlos dodged him and did a BASEBALL SLIDE into Samson’s huge calves, knocking him over and forcing him to release his hold on Luis.  

The ring was a chaotic mess—with muscular bodies, hairy and smooth, flung in different directions. Carlos escaped under the bottom rope to the padded floor below. As boos and jeers rained down on the Cortez family members, Dandy Dawson beamed--mouthing an “attaboy” as Luis’s Dad returned to his boy’s corner.

The Champ rolled to center ring and began to get onto all fours. Tino advanced on him, “OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T!” he hollered and SLAMMED his clasped hands down on Cortez's back in a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE, flattening him on the canvass like a pancake. SPLAT! The Trenton crowd erupted in loud cheers and applause.

As the Champ’s body twitched at Gavras’s feet, the Relentless Contender raised his 24” biceps and flexed for the fans. The imprint of his big cut cock was now evident on the pouch of his orange Speedo. He dropped his pose and reached inside his waistband to adjust his hardening dick, which appeared at an angle. His swollen mushroom head strained against the front of the Speedo.

Samson leaned down and grabbed Luis’s black curly hair once more. He forced him to his feet then whipped his muscular body to the nearby ropes. Cortez bounced off them and back towards the Mighty Gladiator and his outstretched arm. WHAM! Luis CRASHED to the mat—the victim of Samson’s massive CLOTHESLINE!

Gavras snarled, “OH PRETTY BOI, I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU!” He kicked Luis’s obliques, forcing the Champ onto his chest. Tino bent down and grabbed the back of Cortez’s poser. He yanked hard, giving the Latino Teen Bodybuilder a WEDGIE, exposing his ass cheeks and squeezing his smooth balls. “AAAGGGHHH!!!!”

Samson lowered himself to one knee. He hauled Luis’s creamy walnut body upwards and laid the Champ face down over an extended knee. “YOU’VE BEEN A BAD BOY, BITCH!” he yelled to the delight of the crowd. SPANK! “OWWW!” SPANK! “OWWW!” SPANK! “OWWW!” Cortez’s exposed ass cheeks turned a light shade of red.

Brutus was shaking his head. He backed away from Cortez’s corner and walked down the metal steps. Dandy Dawson yelled, “WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?” The Brazilian Brute hollered back in a thick accent, “I’M FUCKING OUTA HERE. THIS IS A JOKE.” Those in the crowd who heard the exchange cheered for Brutus as he made his way up the ramp before disappearing through the curtains.

Delilah DeLovely turned to Costa and said with a grin “Honey, it’s one down, and two to go” in reference to Brutus, Carlos and Jorge.

In the ring, Samson again fisted Cortez’s black curls and hauled him to his feet. One of Luis’s balls had popped out a leg hole from the wedgie. The Trenton fans pointed and laughed at the Champ.

For the third time in Round Four, the Mighty Gladiator sent his hairy arms through Cortez’s pits and applied a FULL NELSON. He cranked up the pressure as Luis grimaced in agony. The fans began yelling “TAKE HIM OUT! TAKE HIM OUT!” 

Carlos and Jorge looked at each other and nodded. They simultaneously slid between the top and middle ropes. 

Gavras lifted the Champ off his feet and, maintaining the FULL NELSON, began twirling Luis around in an AIRPLANE SPIN. “HAD ENOUGH, PRETTY BOI?” demanded Samson as he spun Cortez faster and faster. Cortez’s white boots kicked and flailed.

Carlos and Jorge advanced on the pair. But Samson kept twirling the Champ and his legs SLAMMED first into his Daddy and then his Uncle, sending them backwards and over the top rope to the floor beyond. CRASH!

The Mighty Gladiator flung Luis’s body towards the Champ’s empty corner. KER-SPLAT! The crowd was in a frenzy watching the action.

Gavras raised his big arms to soak up the crowd’s adoration. A fist appeared out of nowhere between his legs—sending a UPPERCUT into his balls. Coach Stan stood with a satisfied grin to loud boos.

With his mouth wide open in the shape of an “O”, the Alpha Warrior fell to his knees holding his battered balls. Pain shot throughout his nerve endings. DeLovely screeched “CHEATER!” but the ref just shook his head sideways.

Cortez struggled to his feet. But his cocky smirk was back. He reached down and grabbed a large amount of Samson’s long black hair. “Such a Puta! he sneered and yanked Tino backwards, then dragged the Hairy Muscle Hunk on his back to his corner.

Luis pulled up Samson to his feet and braced him against the turnbuckles. He hooked Gavras’s big arms under the top ropes. With the fans stunned at the turn of events, the Champ formed fists with his hands and began pounding Samson’s pecs and abs repeatedly. POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” THWACK! “AGH!” POW! “UGH!” POW! “UGH!” THWACK! “AGH!” 

Tino tried to dodge the barrage of punches but he absorbed body blow after body blow and appeared dazed. Luis mixed it up with crosses into the Mighty Gladiator’s obliques. WHACK! “UGH! WHACK! “UGH!” Then the Champ crouched low and sprung forward, SLAMMING a EURO-UPPERCUT into Tino’s jaw. THWACK!”

The uppercut rocketed the 6/2” 250 pound former Champ. His feet left the canvass for a split second. Then he fell back—his ass landing on the middle turnbuckle. He slid to the bottom one. Then Gavras crumpled onto his back in the corner. His eyes looked unfocused. The crowd was both booing and cheering. Clearly some were still rooting for Luis.

Suddenly, hands on each side of the ring post reached for Samson. Carlos grabbed his arms while Jorge took hold of his ankles. The Twin Bodybuilders than leaned back and drove the Mighty Gladiator’s back against the post, contorting his back and twisting him into a human pretzel. “UUUGGGHHH!!!”

Cortez turned away from the corner and raised his arms in a victory sign. He yelled, “THIS PUTA WILL BE CALLING ME PAPI SOON!”

Carlos and Jorge continued to bend Samson’s back against the post. But out of nowhere, two metal chairs appeared and were SMASHED down on the tormentors’ heads. WHAP! WHAP! One was held by Delilah DeLovely, and the other by Costa Gavras. Delilah grinned up at the ref who pointed his finger disapprovingly but did nothing.

Luis turned when he heard the sound of the chairs slamming into his Dad and Uncle. He walked back to Samson, fisted his long black hair again, and dragged him up to his feet. He placed his hands around Samson’s neck then jumped his boots upwards, planting the soles on Tino’s gut. Falling backwards, Cortez MONKEY FLIPPED the Alpha Warrior over his head, slamming his back into the canvass. BAM!

The Champ wasted no time. He pulled up Gavras’s legs and twisted them around his calves then fell backwards, applying a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Samson’s arms flailed as the pain shot from his legs to the rest of his body. He tried to sit up. His arms were almost pleading for Cortez to stop. 

The Champ just grinned and leaned back to apply even greater pressure. “WHAT ARE YOU, PUTA? JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE AND FUCKING SUBMIT TO ME!” the Latino Teen Bodybuilder demanded. 

DeLovely and Costa watched from the apron with horrified looks on their faces. The Buxom Beauty cried out “NOOOOOO!!!” Dawson smiled and said to Coach Stan, “Just a matter of time now.”

Tino’s twin brother suddenly rolled under the bottom rope. He ran towards Cortez and Gavras. Capturing Luis’s black curls, he forced the Champ to break his hold and dragged him away from Samson.

Cortez jumped back to his feet quickly. He chased Costa from the ring and went back to the Mighty Gladiator who was rolling around in agony. Yanking Tino to his feet by his black hair once more, the Champ WHIPPED the contender’s muscular body into the corner. Samson’s back crashed against the turnbuckles. CLANG!

Cortez sprung towards the same corner with his right arm extended. He SLAMMED it into Samson’s chest, causing his upper body to bend backwards. Gavras stumbled out of the corner and tripped himself, FACE PLANTING on the mat. KER-SPLAT! The Trenton crowd was stunned but buzzing. A few actually chanted “TI-NA!”

Cortez once again raised his arms in a victory sign, twirling at center ring while Tino’s broad back and ass twitched on the canvass.

The Latino Teen Bodybuilder hollered to his corner, “GET THE SCISSORS AND RAZORS READY, PAPI AND TIO!”

Suddenly a fist shot upwards between Cortez’s muscled quads, SLAMMING into his balls! SQUISH! “AAARRRGGGHHH!” Samson hadn’t fully recovered, but he had dragged himself behind Cortez’s to deliver the ball bust. Delilah cheered wildly, joined by many in the crowd. The TSWF promoter looked both surprised and unhappy.

The Champ’s face was contorted in pain as he dropped to his knees. Gavras struggled to his feet then pulled Cortez’s head between his quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS. He fell sideways, taking Cortez’s body with him and putting the Champ’s sculpted 52” pecs and dark brown nips on full display.

Tino squeezed his quads as hard as he could—immobilizing Luis and cutting off his air supply. The Champ felt light-headed. He pawed at Gavras’s quads but couldn’t force the Alpha Warrior to open his legs.

Carlos and Jorge looked alarmed and began to step into the ring from Luis’s corner. But Costa stepped in more quickly and waved them back onto the apron.

The Mighty Gladiator kept up the head scissors and felt Cortez weakening. Some in the crowd yelled “K-O! K-O! K-O!”

Samson’s confidence grew, but this was not the way he wanted to end the match. He snarled, “I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU. NOT YET!”

He opened his quads and stood up. Leaning down and fisting the Champ’s black hair again, Gavras hauled up his body until it rested face up on his upper back in TORTURE RACK. “UUUGGGHHH!!!”

The crowd was jumping up and down now—anticipating the Champ’s submission at any moment. Samson paraded Cortez’s body around the ring, stomping the canvass to send shock waves throughout Luis’s body. One of his hands surrounded Luis’s pouch and SQUEEZED his balls hard. 

Gavras brought the Champ back to his corner where DeLovely and Costa stood on the apron with wide grins. He backed into the corner and sat the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s ass on the top turnbuckle.

“OH, I GOT ONE MORE FOR YOU, BITCH! ONE MORE!” Tino announced. He made a move to mount the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post. 

Cortez suddenly swung his big legs upwards, scissoring Gavras’s neck then transitioning the scissors into a FIGURE FOUR NECK LOCK. “NNNGGGHHH!!!” He twisted his body off the top turnbuckle to the immediately adjacent ropes. Maintaining neck lock, Luis let his head and body fall downwards outside the ring, putting maximum pressure on Samson’s neck. The crowd cried out “NOOOOOO!”

DeLovely and Costa began to step inside the ring, but their arms were suddenly HAMMER LOCKED by Carlos and Jorge who had run around to Tino’s side of the ring.

As Luis hung upside down, his head was about a foot from touching the apron. Suddenly, the promoter Dawson appeared on the padded floor next to Luis and the apron. He shot his hands under the bottom rope and grabbed a hold of Samson’s ankles, holding him in place.

From his upside down position, Cortez taunted the distressed muscle hunk. “PUTA! PUTA! PUTA!” The Champ reached up and hooked the front of his poser under his balls. His huge 11” cock, which was swelling, pointed downward at his face.

Gavras’s face was visibly red. His wheezing rasps were labored. His gray green eyes glazed over. His legs buckled. “TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE?” the Champ ordered.

Gavras didn’t respond. 

Tino’s eyes closed. The fans watched intently, some praying their Hero would not quit. But Gavras then muttered weakly, “I’m….I’m a Puta. I’m your Puta.” 

“AND WHO AM I, PUTA?” Cortez demanded. “My…my Papi,” Tino said submissively.

“FUCK YEAH, PUTA! THAT’S RIGHT!” yelled the Champ. He maintained his vice-like grip around Tino’s neck until he felt Samson’s 250 pound hairy body go limp. 

A long strand of pre-cum dangled downward from Luis’s fully erect dick. The Champ smiled and stuck out his tongue to taste his salty release.

Releasing the scissors, Luis let Gavras crash to the mat. THUD! The Mighty Gladiator was motionless. 

The ref knelt by his side and lifted his left arm three times. PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

DING! DING! DING!

Wonder’s voice boomed, “HERE’S YOUR WINNER—BY A FIGURE FOUR NECKLOCK KNOCKOUT IN ROUND FOUR—THE COCKY UNDEFEATED CHAMP, LUIS CORTEZ!!!”

The Trenton crowd was stunned but applause broke out along with a few chants of “CHAMP!” and “LU-IS!' Cortez dropped onto the apron and then rolled back into the ring. The ref approached with his TSWF title belt and wrapped it around the Latino Teen Bodybuilder’s waist. Carlos and Jorge joined Luis at center ring and raised his arms.

Delilah DeLovely was beside herself. She and Costa Gavras slid into the ring just as Dandy Dawson entered it from the opposite side holding the silver sequined jock strap reading “DD’s Bitch.” 

“There has to be another round,” she argued, “After all, Cortez has won only a single round against the true Samson!” Dawson laughed, “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, my dear! Anyway, I was quite clear that Round Four would be the final round. Your Tina has lost, and you three jobbers will now pay the price.”

DeLovely started to complain but Coach Stan came up behind her. He reached for her blonde wig and ripped it off her head, which was bald. Stan peeled her black crop top up and off and then lifted her fake size 40D boobs over her head. The Buxom Beauty now was revealed as a tall—6’5” in heels—ebony muscle stud wearing only a black thong.   

Dawson smirked and held out the jock strap, “Will you put it on or do I have to do it forcibly?” Delilah sighed and took the jock. She pulled her thong downwards and her semi-hard 11” black spear sprung free. Her pubic bone was smooth as satin. She quickly put on the jock, twirled once around jiggling her ass cheeks, and asked, “Satisfied?”

“Fuck I’m gonna enjoy this,” Dawson said as he pulled down his powder blue briefs to reveal his erect 7.5” cut cock and his cropped silver pubes. The Trenton fans clapped as he ushered DeLovely to a neutral corner.

Vern Wonder shouted over the Dawson just as he pushed Delilah to her knees in the corner, “Boss, what’s next?” The promoter didn’t miss a beat as he plunged his hard cock into DeLovely’s throat, barking out “STRING THE FUCKERS UP! AND SHAVE THEM!”

(To be continued.)