Phillip the Blonde Sadist v. BeefcakeBobbyHawk (2)

Chapter Two: Welcome to Leo's Casa Calamari

“C’mon in, gents!” exclaimed the smiling, silver-haired owner of Leo’s Casa Calamari. Leo stood at the door of the restaurant and ushered the hordes of horny men inside. With a wave of his right arm, he pointed to his back room where he hosted wrestling matches. 

The handsome and charming restauranteur was about 60 years old and tall—around 6’2”. He weighed about 210 pounds and was quite fit for his age. He was all about class and wore a tailored black tuxedo that hugged his body.

The restaurant on Third Avenue in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, had been the site of many gay wrestling matches, including Casa Calamari Champ VinnyMuscleStallion’s epic battle and rematch against the PR Alpha Stud, JoelAlphaHunk.

Tonight Leo had agreed to host the Tri-State Wrestling Fed contender match between BeefcakeBobbyHawk and Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist.

“Ah, there you are!” said the beaming restauranteur as he watched Delilah DeLovely emerge from the back seat of a black Cadillac Escalade. The Fabulous Vixen waved her silver acrylic fingernails at Leo and the assembled crowd. She wore her 2” black heels along with her black tuxedo jacket, black crop top and a silver jock strap. DeLovely’s long blonde hair flowed around and over her broad shoulders. She rose 6’5” in heels and carried a black leather purse. 

DeLovely paused and beckoned the others inside the Escalade to join her. Emerging first was Bobby, a brown-haired muscle stud. A midnight blue robe surrounded his body. The Hawk wore size 11 dark golden boots with dark blue laces. A wide grin spread across his model-like face—with dark scruff framing his square jaw—as the men outside Leo’s restaurant applauded the hunky contender.

“Out of my way, Bitch,” snarled a voice from inside the vehicle. Exiting from it after Bobby was the blonde-haired Phillip. A black satin robe enveloped his muscular body. He held a long black leather whip in his right hand. At 6’3”, Phillip rose above the Hawk’s 6’1” frame.

“Now, now,” Delilah said, “Let’s save the trash talking for the ring, Phillip.” The Fabulous Vixen pulled her purse strap up on her shoulder then clasped arms with the two contenders. She marched them forward to the restaurant entrance. “You two head on in,” she told the contenders and watched them walk inside. 

Shouts could be heard from the back room ring. The noise grew louder once the wrestlers entered the backroom and strode towards the ring.

Outside DeLovely paused to open her purse and extract what appeared to be a wad of green bills. Her hand joined that of the welcoming Leo’s. “Everything set?” she asked. “Of course, Miss DeLovely,” he replied, pocketing the cash, “Even the chains and other items you requested.” “Honey, I like your style,” Delilah said and stepped past the owner.

When she entered the ring room, a chorus of boos broke out. The place was packed to the brim. Phillip stood in one corner of the ring, glaring across at BobbyHawk. Leo followed DeLovely to the ring room and busied himself taking bets from the crowd as was his wont. Tonight’s purse might reach $15,000 even after Leo took his cut.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” DeLovely ordered as she stepped inside the ring. She paused to adjust her somewhat lopsided size 40D breasts and the pouch of her silver jock strap. Delilah felt the hard metal of the cage that confined her big black spear of a cock.

With cash peaking out of his his coat and pants pockets, Leo slid between the top and middle ropes. He pulled out his mic to address the crowd. “Welcome gents to the Casa Calamari Ring Room!!!” The audience erupted in applause and chants of “LEO! LEO! LEO!”

“Tonight,” the restauranteur continued, “We have the honor and distinct privilege of hosting a match between two contenders for the TSWF Championship!” More cheers broke out.

“Let’s first welcome the new promoter of the Tri-State Wrestling Fed, the voluptuous Miss Delilah DeLovely!!!” Boos greeted this announcement and the Buxom Beauty put on a pouty face.

Without further adieu,” Leo continued, “Let me introduce you to our wrestlers for the evening. First, wearing a dark blue singlet and hailing from Indiana, a muscle stud of the first order, a collegiate wrestling star—here he is, all 6’1” and 200 pounds of him, BeefcakeBobbyHawk!!!”

The crowd cheered wildly adopting Hawk as their Hero while DeLovely sauntered over and lifted the dark blue robe from his shoulders. The contender was dressed in a tight-fitting, dark blue singlet with gold piping that matched his boots. The singlet was cut low so Bobby’s hairy defined 48” pecs and brown nipples were entirely exposed. The singlet also rode high on his defined quads.

Catcalls were heard as the fans were excited by the sight of Hawk’s perfectly proportioned and leanly muscled wrestler’s body. He pumped his fist in the air, revealing his trimmed brown pit hair. The stretched singlet barely hid the outline of his cut cock head and balls.

Flashing a big smile and showing off his bright white teeth, Leo continued “And in the other corner stands his 6’3” 225 opponent, coming all the way here from L.A. where he is the undefeated king of the underground wrestling scene, I give you Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist!!!”

Immediately all the cheers in the ring room were replaced by loud boos and jeers. DeLovely had moved behind the Blonde Heel and lifted the black satin robe from his broad shoulders. 

There were some audible sighs in the audience as they took in Phillip’s unruly blonde hair, handsome face and deep blue eyes. His impressive smooth physique included a 52” chest, 22” biceps, a 32” waist and 34” quads. Large brown nipples stood almost erect at the center of each of his pecs.

Holding his black whip, the Blonde Alpha Sadist wore only his black leather Speedo and black leather boots. His Speedo rode low allowing the fans to see tufts of his dirty blonde pubes peeking out above the waistband. He kissed each of his sculpted ceps—adorned with tattoos—and lifted both muscular arms before double bi-flexing. The pose showed his dirty blonde pit hair, which was not cropped. A cocky grin broke out on his face despite the crescendo of boos. 

Leo interjected into his mic, “And gents, we have a special treat tonight! Our guest referee is none other than Brutus from Brazil!” Cheers broke out once more. “And,” the silver-haired restauranteur continued, “Here he is—accompanied by none other than your Hero, the Tri-State Wresting Fed Champ himself, the Mighty Gladiator Samson!!!”

Into the ring room walked Brutus and Samson, both men grinning widely as they waved to the adoring crowd. Brutus wore only his trademark black Speedo and black boots. His 55” chest and abs were covered in black hair. His long black hair was piled up into a man bun. 

At 6’7” and 280 pounds, the Hairy Beast towered above the 6’2” Samson. But the Mighty Gladiator’s chest at 53” was almost as big as Brutus’s and his 24” biceps matched those of his now trusted ally. 

Unusually for Tino Gavras, he wore a white Speedo and matching size 12 white boots with blue laces. It appeared OrangeMuscle was no more. The TSWF Championship belt was wrapped around his 33” waist, hiding his bulge. He was just as hairy as Brutus. Black hair covered his pecs and washboard abs. Long flowing black hair and a black beard framed his olive-skinned face. 

To shouts of “Samson!” and “Brutus!” the two Alpha Males marched towards the ring, walked up the metal steps and simultaneously stepped over the top ropes on each side of a ring post.

Delilah watched the spectacle from an adjacent corner of the ring and, with almost a bored stare, blew kisses at Samson and Brutus.

Phillip had moved his gaze from Bobby to the TSWF Champ. His blue eyes locked on Samson’s gray green ones as Gavras entered the ring. Then the Blonde Alpha Sadist mouthed the words, “You’re next, Bitch.”

Samson laughed, bounced his furry pecs at Phillip and leaned back into the ropes. The fans continued to cheer the he-man who had defeated Luis Cortez and finally become their Hero, the Mighty Gladiator. The days of Tino Gavras as the Greek Heel were over.

When the crowd quieted, Leo motioned both Phillip and Bobby to center ring and beckoned Brutus to join them. With a big smile, he exited the ring, mic in hand.

The Brazilian Behemoth’s penetrating green eyes looked down on both contenders as he said in a thick accent, “This is a no holds barred match but” he looked at Phillip, “No whipping is allowed. Winner of two of three falls by KO or accepted submission. Ok?”

BeefcakeBobbyHawk nodded while Phillip just sneered. He stared over at Samson again then drew his right hand across his throat. The Mighty Gladiator snorted in return, “If you win, I’ll demolish your blonde pretty boi ass. I’ll keep asking you, ‘Had Enough?’ and you’ll whimper ‘yes,’ and I’ll just keep going until you beg for my big torpedo cock.” 

The fans collectively gasped, “Whoaaaaa!” The Blonde Alpha Sadist smirked and winked over at Delilah who was taking it all in.

Champ Samson wondered for a second what the was all about, but slowly stepped back over the top rope and jumped down from the apron to take his seat in the front row of the ring room.

“Ok, shake hands and come out wrestling at the bell,” the Hairy Beast instructed. Hawk extended his right hand but Phillip had already turned his back on him to return to his corner. He draped his black whip over the corner ring post. Hawk looked puzzled but turned towards his corner. Chants of “BOB-BY! BOB-BY!” broke out in the ring room.

“Good luck, Beefcake,” DeLovely purred from her position by the ropes. Just as Bobby looked in her direction, a massive DOUBLE AXE HANDLE slammed into his back—BAM!—smashing his hunky body to the mat.

“Cause you’ll need it,” the Devious Diva added with a sneer. She slithered out of the ring, to a chorus of boos from the Casa Calamari crowd.

DING! DING! DING!

(To be continued.)