Phillip the Blonde Sadist v. BeefcakeBobbyHawk (3)
Chapter Three: Let The Destruction Begin
BeefcakeBobbyHawk struggled to regain his footing after being flattened onto the canvas by Phillip’s vicious double axe handle.
Just as he stood, the Blonde Alpha Sadist was right there, first SLAPPING Hawk’s scruffy face—WHAP!—then kneeing him right in groin. SQUISH! “OOF!” The
Beefcake’s hands covered his battered pouch as he fell backwards and rolled away from Phillip. The ring room was filled with boos and jeers—all directed at the Blonde Heel.
Phillip stalked Bobby to the ropes where he lay on his back, still in pain. Lifting his left black boot, the Blonde Alpha STOMPED Bobby’s chest once—BAM!—then his cut abs three times! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Phillip sneered as he dragged the Beefcake up to his feet by the ropes. He wasted no time tying Bobby’s muscular arms into the top and middle ropes. Kicking Hawk’s legs apart, Phillip sent another knee upwards, SMASHING into his balls. “UUUGGGHHH!!!”
The Blonde Alpha Sadist raised his arms, showing off his bushy dirty blonde armpit hair, then turned back to Bobby suspended in the ropes.
He reached for the front of Hawk’s dark blue singlet, grabbed it and pulled it forward before sending powerful punch into the muscle stud’s gut. POW! "UGH!" Then he repeated the singlet pull and punch again. POW! "UGH!"
Bobby hung his head dejectedly as he gasped for air. Phillip snickered, “We all know what you want, Bitch!” Placing his hands on the back of Hawk’s head, he pulled the jobber’s face into the pouch of his black leather Speedo.
Bobby felt the Blonde Alpha Sadist’s semi-hard cock behind the leather fabric and smelled an unmistakeable bleach-like aroma.
Phillip finally ceased this bit of humiliation. Pausing only to retrieve his black whip from his corner, he stepped over the top ropes to move behind Bobby’s restrained body. The Blonde Heel then wrapped it around Hawk’s neck and proceeded to choke the former collegiate wrestler. “AAAGGGHHH!!!”
The jobber’s dark blue boots stamped the canvas as his head was pulled backwards and his back arched upward. Gasping sounds filled the ring room, and Beefcake’s face turned red. His eyes bulged. The fans were now stunned into silence.
Referee Brutus approached. He began to say “I said no whipping,” but stopped himself mid-sentence. The whip he realized wasn’t being used to whip Bobby.
“Oh, Mr. Referee?” DeLovely called out from the side of the ring. As Brutus turned towards her, Phillip resumed choking Beefcake Bobby with his whip. “AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!” Samson was shocked by DeLovely’s blatant interference in the match.
Finally, the Blonde Heel loosened his noose around Hawk’s neck and throat. He announced, “I love this hold,” before swinging his right leg up and around Bobby’s throat and pulled his body backwards.
The Blonde Heel’s left hand reached for his right ankle and pulled it backwards, tightening the choke hold around Hawk’s throat. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” yelled Bobby as his air supply was cut off again.
“Not done yet,” Phillip snarled. Maintaining his vice-like grip around Bobby’s throat, he moved his right hand between the top and middle ropes, formed a claw around the pouch of Hawk’s jock. The Blonde Heel then DUG into Bobby’s balls, CRUSHING and TWISTING them until one protruded from one of Hawk’s leg holes. “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” The Beefcake’s feet involuntarily kicked as his nuts were manhandled.
[Phillip was doing to Bobby what Kid Leopard did to poor Tony Monroe here.]
Phillip bounced his right leg up and down, increasing the intensity of the chokehold while squeezing and twisting the Beefcake’s balls. Broken Bobby loudly shrieked and submitted, “I GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”
Phillip maintained the vicious double hold demanding “SIR! I GIVE SIR!”
“SIR! I GIVE SIR!!! PLEASE SIR!!!” screamed Hawk.
The Blonde Alpha Sadist grinned, exclaiming “ACCEPTED, BITCH!”
DING! DING! DING!
Phillip kicked Bobby’s back from the apron and the loser of round one fell forwards onto his chest on the canvas. Ass up, his whole body twitched from the aftershocks of the punishment he had just endured.
From outside the ring, Leo spoke into the mic, “THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS! IT WASN'T CLOSE. THE WINNER OF ROUND ONE IS PHILLIP AKA THE BLONDE ALPHA SADIST!!!”
Looking dismayed, Brutus raised Phillip’s hand in victory. The Blonde Heel walked over the ropes closest to where Samson sat in the audience. He raised his muscular arms and flexed his 22” tatted biceps. “Soon, it’ll be your turn, Chump!” he exclaimed, “We all know you’re a Beta Bitch at heart! We’ve all seen that video.”
Everyone in the ring room knew that Phillip was referring to the post-match debauchery when then-Heel Brutus and promoter Dandy Dawson had humiliated and fucked Tino Gavras senseless--forcing him to wear a silver-sequined jock strap with “DD’s Bitch” stamped on the pouch.
Brutus was about to help Bobby to his feet when Phillip ordered, “Leave the Bitch where he is!
(To be continued.)
"IT WASN'T CLOSE," is quite the understatement, when describing round one, Leo! And Vinny, I for one loved all of it, starting with the downright sneaky double axe handle up to the squeezing and twisting of Bobby's balls while he is ensnared in the top and middle ropes and strangled. And what a beaut that strangle was, leaving our breathtakingly beautiful beta breathless, broken and shrieking out his submission, only to be forced to add "SIR!" to it. "SIR! I GIVE SIR!"
ReplyDeleteDING! DING! DING! Does it get better than this? I sure the hell hope so! Our Blonde Alpha Sadist surely is only getting started with turning the Beta Beefcake into his bitch. There is a lot more psyching out of his future opponent, Samson, to be had, and a lot more booing and jeering to be heard from the audience. Not to mention, Beefcake’s singlet is still in one piece.
Further, Vinny, you have me curious about the unmistakeable bleach-like aroma, and of course, there still remains the chains mentioned in the previous chapter. Additionally, I wouldn't put up a stink if Phillip made further use of his dreadful whip. Imagine it wrapped several times around the top of Bobby's scrotum, creating a makeshift ball stretcher, by which Bobby can be dragged around the ring. As such, the whip would pull Bobby's testes from the base of his cock, as he unsuccessfully struggles to grab and hold onto the whip in order to relieve the pressure and keep his balls from being ripped from his groin. Bobby quickly discovers that, after he was nearly strangled to death by the whip's thong, some fiendish person must of coated it with an oily or lube-like substance, serving to handicap Bobby"s grip.
Vinny, I cannot wait for the next round, hoping that it will make round one seem like mere child's play. In actuality, though, I am rooting for not just one, but two more rounds. In the second round,.I want to see Phillip beat the pants off of Bobby, and then force the fully exposed hunk to accept a submission, surprisingly put forth by Phillip, who unlike Bobby is far from being spent. Obviously, the Alpha Blonde Sadist must want to have yet another go at Bobby for the purpose of causing him more harm and further humiliation. More than likely, Phillip wants the Beta Bitch carried out by stretcher for all to witness, especially the chump, Samson.
Vinny, and fans of his, let me ask you this, "What constitutes a 'low blow' in pro wrestling?" I have heard it said that a low blow is any strike in a covered area. If that is the case, can one then deduce that any naked area is fair game? The aforementioned definition and deduction may only be valid in the likes of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation (TSWF) or Managler's World Pro Fight League though, or when a match's contract specifically stipulates a low blow as only occurring in covered areas, leaving any, and all, unclothed areas legal. Something to think about, should Bobby amazingly and seemingly inexplicably "forego" his singlet during the match when the ref happens to be distracted by none other than the Diabolical Vixen Delilah DeLovely.