BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (3)

Chapter Three:  BlackAlpha’s Origin Story

The inmates started shouting after the bell.  Most seemed to be pulling for Ronnie.  The Ebony Hero in his gold Speedo and matching boots moved towards center ring.  He raised his arms awaiting the Champ’s approach.  The bald-headed UltimateTop smirked as he began to walk towards Jackson.  He began to raise his beefy arms as well.

Just as they were about to engage collar and elbow, Donald sent a sucker punch into Jackson’s solar plexus.  POW!  “UGH!”  As Ronnie reflexively bent forwards, the Champ reared his head back then SLAMMED his forehead into Jackson’s forehead, HEAD BUTTING him.  CRACK!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  The challenger fell backwards and crashed onto the canvass.  He was already seeing stars.  

Boos broke out from everywhere except in the zone directly behind and above Donald’s corner.  They were on their feet chanting “UT!  UT!  UT!”  The 6’8” 325 pound Lumbering Giant looked down on Ronnie who was shaking his head, trying to clear it of cobwebs.  Slowly, he squatted down until settling his massively fat ass cheeks on Jackson’s cut abs.  

The weight of Livingston’s body constricted Ronnie’s breathing.  The White Behemoth smirked as he formed claws with both hands and DUG them into Ronnie’s large brown nipples, SQUEEZING and TWISTING.  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” Jackson cried out in agony from the PEC CLAW.  “How’s that feel, Bitch?” the UltimateTop sneered.

Jackson’s legs kicked wildly—a reaction to the pain as Donald dug even more deeply into the Ebony Hero’s 54” pecs.  He finally relented but slid his huge bulk further up Jackson’s torso until his fat gut pressed into Ronnie’s mouth.  Then Jackson felt the Champ’s cock.  It lay inside Donald’s singlet on top of Ronnie’s Adam’s Apple.  The dick was obviously hard with a wide girth.  “Feel that, Bitch!” Livingston taunted, “It’s gonna be inside you soon.  Gonna pound your hole!”

The UltimateTop raised his right hand, then BITCH SLAPPED Ronnie across his left cheek.  SLAP!  “UGH!”  “You’re nothing but my Beta Bitch!” he declared.  Ronnie felt the sting of the slap and tried to arch his back.  But the Champ’s weight kept him pinned on the canvass. 

Ronnie stared upwards at the ugly face of the bald Champ—beginning to lose confidence.  “You know what to do!” yelled Coach Stan from his corner.  Jackson took the cue and raised his legs upwards until his boots surrounded Donald’s neck.  Then he yanked hard, dragging Livingston’s body backwards.  Ronnie’s head and torso followed until he had reversed their positions with Jackson straddling Livingston’s neck—his gold Speedo pouch pressing into Donald’s lips.

“How ya doing down there?” Ronnie said jauntily, “Like a real man’s cock in your face?”  “Fuck you!” the Champ snarled.  He twisted his face, then his whole 325 pound body, away, jettisoning Jackson off him.  Ronnie rolled to the nearby ropes and jumped to his feet.

The UltimateTop—showing more agility than one might expect—was on his feet a second later.  He lifted his right arm, held it parallel to the mat, and rushed forward.  His CLOTHESLINE caught Jackson squarely in the chest—BAM!—and the muscular challenger did a backwards somersault up and over the top rope.  As he CRASHED to the concrete floor below the ring, the Champ’s fans chanted “UT!”

Jackson looked up and saw the UltimateTop standing just inside the ropes.  From this angle, he could finally see below the Champ’s belly.  Sure enough, what looked like a beer can pressed through the pouch of Donald’s singlet.  Livingston laughed and patted his bulge.

The UltimateTop then stepped through the ropes onto the apron.  He hopped down to the floor and approached Ronnie as he was getting to his feet.  Grabbing the challenger’s man bun, Donald WHIPPED Jackson headfirst into the nearby metal steps.  CRASH!  “UGH!”

As Jackson ricocheted off the steps, he was again seeing stars and staggered around the concrete floor.  Before he could recover the Champ rushed forward, his right arm outstretched again, and delivered another violent CLOTHESLINE, SLAMMING Ronnie to the floor.  The Champ’s fans cheered wildly, shouting “UT!  UT!”

Ronnie was shaken up.  His vision was blurred.  He saw only the outline of the White Behemoth hovering above him.  In the distance, Jackson heard Coach Stan entreating him, “You can do it!”

Slowly, Jackson placed his right hand on the UltimateTop’s left quad.  Then his left hand went to Donald’s right hip.  “CRAWL OF SHAME!  CRAWL OF SHAME!” yelled a few inmates near Livingston’s corner.

Just as Ronnie braced himself by moving his right hand to Donald’s left hip, the UltimateTop took his right hand and RAKED Jackson’s eyes.  “AAAGGGHHH!!!”  He fell back to the floor and rolled around in agony.  The UltimateTop lifted his right boot and STOMPED Jackson in the gut twice.  THUD!  “UGH!”  THUD!  “UGH!”  Ronnie’s hands tried to protect his abs.  Boos and jeers from the inmates cascaded down from the stands as Livingston strutted up the metal stairs and stepped inside the ring.  He raised his chubby arms above his head in a sign of victory.  But more boos drowned out the “UT!” chants.

Ronnie could barely see but heard Trooper Sanchez standing by the ropes beginning to count him out.  “1…2…3…4…5…”  “Get the Bitch in here!” demanded the UltimateTop.  Suddenly, Ronnie felt two men drag him to his feet.  ShiftySniffer and PoppySeed pulled the stumbling Ebony Hero to the apron and shoved his body under the bottom rope just as Sanchez said “9.”  Jackson rolled on the canvass until he stopped on his chest by Donald’s size 15 black boots.

Even the inmates supporting Jackson knew what was about to happen.  Livingston slowly squatted down until he straddled Ronnie’s hamstrings.  He pulled down the back of the challenger’s Speedo and snaked his hand between Jackson’s thighs.  His fingers surrounded Jackson’s smooth balls and he pulled them along with Ronnie’s 9” cut cock backwards until his ample manhood was exposed.

Standing, the UltimateTop kicked Jackson’s legs further apart, giving the crowd a peek at Ronnie’s hairless hole.  Donald moved his right black boot between Ronnie’s hamstrings.  The point of the boot was almost touching his cock head.  Jackson realized what was about to happen and quietly said “no, man, no” but the UltimateTop laughed. 

He aimed and KICKED his right boot into Ronnie’s big balls.  THUD!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”  Pain shot throughout the challenger’s entire body.  But Donald was just starting.  He aimed his left boot and KICKED again.  THUD!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

“SUBMIT!” demanded Livingston, “SUBMIT TO THE ULTIMATE TOP!!!”  “Nooooooooo!” groaned Jackson.  “I SAID ‘SUBMIT’!!!” ordered the Lumbering Giant again.  THUD!  “AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

The Champ’s fans were gleeful, applauding each ball kick.  The rest of the assembled crowd watched in stony silence.

Over in Ronnie’s corner, Coach Stan fretted.  All the training.  All the mentoring.  Was it all for nought?

(To be continued.)