BlackAlpha v. Danny Masters (7)

Chapter Seven:  Contender Match in Hell’s Kitchen

Hell’s Kitchen Arena….

“You got this, Champ!” Coach Stan exclaimed as he kneaded BlackAlpha’s broad caramel-colored shoulders in the guest locker room.  He was dressed in his gold Speedo with black piping and the initials “BA” stenciled in black on the rear.  He wore size 13 gold boots with black laces.  The golden color of his gear contrasted nicely with his ripped ebony body—all 245 pounds of hard, defined muscle.

“If I’m a Champ, why am I being introduced first?” Ronnie asked.

“Technically,” the Coach replied, “Danny Masters was briefly a TSWF Champ after your retirement.  So he’s being treated like one tonight even though we all know this is just a contender match.”

“Okay, but that Cocky Amateur Bodybuilder ain’t gonna last long with me.  Not tonight,” the 28-year old BlackAlpha said confidently.

“No Sir!” Stan agreed, but then cautioned, “But stay vigilant, Ronnie.  After you win, the Champ Phillip and Delilah may arrive and she might decree the title match is tonight—making you fight twice.  Same trick they pulled on Samson, and we know how that ended up for him…literally.”

“I’ll be ready for that mischief, believe me,” BA said, “I’ve trained too long and hard for this comeback.  The TSWF title belongs to me.”  He paused and said, “I’m just worried about this cock cage.  Everyone expects me to unleash my big black cock, but I’m still caged.”

“I think DeLovely will be true to her word and unlock your cage after you win.  At least I hope so,” the Coach added.

Just then huge whoops and cheers broke out in the main arena.  Vern Wonder, the longtime Tri-State Wrestling Fed announcer, had stepped into the ring.

BlackAlpha and Coach Stan listened as Wonder intoned into his mic, “GENTS, WELCOME TO HELL’S KITCHEN, AND TONIGHT’S MAIN EVENT, A CONTENDER MATCH!”  More cheers and applause broke out.  “FIRST, LET ME INTRODUCE TO YOU A MUSCLE STUD WHO NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION!  YOU’VE WAITED A LONG TIME!  SO WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, HERE’S THE MAN WHO WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR CHAMP AND HERO, THE ONE, THE ONLY, BLACK ALPHA!!!”

The crowd noise was deafening with chants of “BA!” and “Champ!” ringing out.  Jackson grinned and stood.  “Showtime,” he said.  

Stan placed a gold satin robe across his back, and the two men moved swiftly through the locker room door.  They approached the backstage curtains, which were pulled back by an attendant.

BlackAlpha marched ahead of his Coach.  He paused at the top of the ramp way to take in the applause and unrestrained joy.  The Ebony Hero was back.  In a whirl, he flung off his gold robe then double bi-flexed for the audience, showing off his powerful 24” biceps and revealing his trimmed black armpit hair.  Dropping that pose, he flexed his 54” pecs one after the other to the delight of the enthralled fans.

Strutting down the ramp way, BA could hear many in the crowd chanting “Coach!” “Coach!”  He smiled knowing that Coach Stan in his trademark royal blue Speedo and matching boots was following him.  Now 53, Stan remained very fit, with 50” pecs and 20” biceps.  His abs with their defined six pack were his favored body part.  He had retrieved BA’s gold robe and carried it with him to the ring.

Full of confidence, the former Champ walked up the metal steps.   From the apron, he grabbed the top ropes and vaulted over them into the ring.  Stan slid between the top and middle ropes into the ring and went to BlackAlpha’s corner—allowing his protege in his comeback bid to soak up the adoration of the Hell’s Kitchen Arena crowd.

Back in the home locker room, Daddy Dom Sal stood behind the Cocky Showboat Danny Masters.  24-year old Danny was geared up in his usual white Speedo with “DM” initials in blue on his rear.  He wore matching white boots with blue laces.  Tonight, Sal had added blue wrist bands and knee pads to complete the ensemble.  

The Daddy Dom himself was dressed in a tight black tank top that accentuated his 50” chest and 20” biceps.  He wore his red squares and black boots.  

Danny grinned and flexed his 23” right bicep.  His veins popped along the ridge of cep.  He liked his newish look with a light dusting of black hair in his pits and above his cock.  He even had the faintest of black treasure trails leading downwards from his belly button to his groin.

The Daddy Dom squirted oil into his palm and began to rub it into Danny’s smooth 53” pecs.  Masters sighed as he watched his ripped physique glisten in the full length mirror.  He felt Sal’s hand drift lower across his cut abs to the waistband of his white Speedo.

“This is called ‘distraction’ bait,” Sal explained, “BA won’t be able to concentrate.”  His oily hand reached inside the pouch of Danny’s Speedo and rubbed oil on his hairless balls.  He gripped Masters’ fat 7” cock and stroked it as his trainee moaned.  The oil turned the front of Danny’s white gear translucent.  His hardening cock was darker than the white gear.  His mushroom head pressed against the fabric.

Sal finished by oiling up Masters’ 35” quads as Vern Wonder took to the mic once more, “AND HERE’S THE OTHER CONTENDER, YOU KNOW HIM AS THE COCKY AMATEUR BODYBUILDER….I GIVE YOU ANOTHER FORMER CHAMP…WHO NOW FANCIES HIMSELF A HEEL…PLEASE WELCOME 6’3” 235 POUND DANNY MASTERS!!!”

Danny gave Sal a quick bro hug and marched towards the curtains.  He passed a broom closet and heard pounding on the door and muffled sounds coming from inside.  The voices were familiar.  From behind him, he heard the Daddy Dom say, “Like I said, you won’t have to worry about Master Han or the AsianMuscleGod tonight, Champ.  At my request, Delilah DeLovely, has taken care of those two.”  

Masters grinned and walked through the curtains.  Loud boos from the crowd greeted his appearance.  As he paused at the top of the ramp way, the spotlight made his oiled, chiseled golden body shine.  

All in the Hell’s Kitchen Arena could see the massive bulge and outline of Danny’s fat cock—the dick his former girlfriend had called a “fucking battering ram.”  Danny smirked, raising his muscular arms above his head and flexing his 53” pecs at the audience.  

Down in the ring, BlackAlpha was momentarily mesmerized by Master’s body and semi-hard cock.  He felt his own 9” cock begin to press against the metal bars of the cage that encased it and his balls.  

Stan whispered in his ear, “Stay focused, Ronnie.  Sal’s playing games getting his guy worked up and hard like that.”  “Yeah,” BlackAlpha said, “Got it.”  But his cock continued to swell inside his cage.

Masters was joined by Daddy Dom Sal and the two walked down the ramp way to the ring.  A few chants of “DAN-NY!” were drowned out by the crowd’s jeers.  Then chants of “BA!  BA!  BA!” broke out.

Danny was feeling especially cocky.  He could see the distracted look on BlackAlpha’s face as he went up the metal steps and slid into the ring.  The eyes of the Ebony Hero were laser focused on Masters’ package.  And there was no sign of Master Han or the AsianMuscleGod.  Sal did have that base “covered” or so it appeared.  The Amateur Bodybuilder only needed to defeat BA and he’d take on Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist for the TSWF Championship.

Up in the Hell’s Kitchen skybox reserved for the TSWF promoter, Delilah DeLovely grinned and almost purred to the reigning Champ, Phillip.  “It doesn’t matter who wins.  You’ll destroy either one of these pretenders.”  The Philistine had felt his 8.5” cock swelling inside his black leather Speedo in reaction to both wrestlers’ entrances.  Tonight he wore the Speedo, a tight black tank top and black boots.  His TSWF title belt was laid across an empty seat in the skybox.

The Blonde Alpha Sadist chuckled, “Something tells me you’ve got something up your sleeve.”  

The Fabulous Vixen nodded, “BlackAlpha’s about to receive the shock of his little comeback.”

Vern Wonder spoke into his mic as the Ebony Hero and Masters stared at each other across the ring.  “AND NOW, GENTS, LET ME INTRODUCE TONIGHT’S GUEST REFEREE!” Wonder said, which elicited a collective buzz from the crowd.  “RELEASED JUST THIS PAST WEEK FROM GREEN HAVEN CORRECTIONAL FACILITY…WHERE HE ONCE RULED THE PRISON YARD AS ‘THE ULTIMATE TOP,’ I GIVE YOU, 6’8” 325 POUND DONALD B. LIVINGSTON!!!”

BlackAlpha’s eyes bulged.  He turned to Coach Stan who was standing on the apron, “What the fuck?”

Through the curtains came the Lumbering Giant—the man Ronnie Jackson had turned into the The UltimateBottom.  Tonight, he looked far from the pitiful loser he’d been in the Green Haven prison yard.  

Fittingly, he was geared up in a black wrestling singlet with white and black sides.  Donald wore the same size 15 black boots he’d worn in prison matches.  He had the same huge belly overhanging and covering his crotch.  One difference was the hair.  The Lumbering Giant now had some brown hair on his head and shoulders and in the valley between his 55” pecs.  This evening, Livingston wore a huge smirk on his face as he stared down towards the ring and Ronnie Jackson.

BlackAlpha was stunned and just watched his former nemesis as he marched towards the ring with his big ass cheeks jiggling.

Walking behind Livingston was none other than George Strong, still as muscular as ever and dressed tonight in nothing but a black Speedo and black boots.  His dark black skin stretched over his sculpted muscles.  As the two men approached the ring, they turned and embraced.  It was more than a bro hug, BlackAlpha observed.  

After they ended the embrace, Donald walked up the metal steps—with his eyes fixed on the Ebony Hero—while Strong moved to a seat in the front row.  Up in her skybox, Delilah DeLovely snickered, “BlackAlpha didn’t expect this.  Just look at the startled expression on his face.”  Champ Phillip chuckled, “Oh Miss DeLovely, you’re so…devious.”  “I’m just starting Champ.  Just starting,” she said.

(To be continued.)