Total Domination IV

Titan vs. The All American, Ace Larson

By MontrealDude22 (montrealdude22@hotmail.com)

After finishing his last set of pec work-outs on the bench press, Titan got up and stood in front of the mirror. A cool smile crossed his face as he admired the reflection. With his big blonde mohawk, crystal blue eyes and a mountain of muscles, he truly looked the part of a behemoth. Wearing only his small black briefs, he flexed slowly, watching everyone of his muscles grow as he thought back to yesterday’s match. He had completely destroyed the Italian Stallion, Adrian Roma. What a match it had been; Adrian’s once strong frame helpless in Titan’s great bear hug. Never had he enjoyed a bear hug so much as that night. With each squeeze, Adrian cried out in pain until he was nothing more than a broken and beaten man. It was then that Titan let him crumble, savouring the sight of his battered opponent in nothing more than his small red speedo. He had tamed the Stallion.

Just then, the door to his dressing room burst open, dragging Titan out of his daydream. Standing there with a stone cold look on his chiselled face was Ace Larson, the All American. Ace was the hottest new baby face on the wrestling circuit and the quintessential ’All American Wrestler”: He had movie star looks, the body of a Greek god, and was loved by the fans.  “You sent Adrian to the hospital you asshole and I‘m going to make you pay!”

‘Will you really?,’ Titan said in his thick Russian accent. He stared at the young buck, examining this would be hero up and down. Short, dark hair, sexy 5’oclock shadow, great build and a patriotic ‘Stars and Stripes’ speedo that barely covered his hefty bulge and perfect ass; this stud’s body was just asking for a beating. “So shall we book a match for tomorrow night then?” Titan said eagerly as he turned from Ace and started to dress. He pulled on a tight black shirt and camouflage pants and waited for the boy to answer.

“I don’t want to wait for tomorrow Titan, let’s do this right here, right now! Meet me in the training ring backstage in 5 minutes. It’s time someone put a stop to you.” With that, Ace stormed off.

Titan smirked as he cracked his fingers, “Oh little American, how I will make you suffer”.

Ace was waiting in the ring, stretching when Titan arrived. “Get in the ring asshole, come on!”

Without saying a word, Titan climbed into the ring and stood toe to toe with the All American. “I’m going to make you suffer everyway possible. What I did to Adrian will seem like a walk in the park.”

“Bring it!” the hunk replied as he leapt into the air and planted a solid drop kick on Titan’s chest. The big man stumbled back, caught off guard, but Ace left him no time to recover. Running forward, he slammed his fist into the Russian’s gut over and over until he fell to one knee. “Not so tough are you!” he growled before slamming his knee into the monster’s face.

“So the boy has some fight in him,” Titan hissed as he fell from one knee to his ass. “You’re strong for sure, but no one is stronger than Titan.” The heel rushed back to his feet before Ace could continue his attack. As the two men started to circle one another, Titan lifted his hand high in the air, challenging the American hero to a test of strength. The stud eyed the Russian considering what he should do. His gut told him not to get into a power match with Titan, but his rage and pride overcame his good senses. Slowly, Ace raised one hand to meet Titan’s massive paw and then the other. Without hesitation, the two men grunted as their massive chests slammed into one another, each trying to get some leverage. For a moment, it looked as if the two men were equal in power, but that was only Titan playing with his prey. With a bellowing laugh, Titan increased the pressure and smiled as the stud’s face twisted in pain. Every muscle in the hero’s body strained as he fought back with all his might, but Titan was just to overpowering. With a moan of pain, Ace slowly fell to one knee…then two.

“God damn,” he mumbled through clenched teeth. Pain shot through his hands and arms, creeping it’s way into his broad shoulders and back.

“Not so tough am I?” Titan mocked as he twisted Ace’s hands. The young stud let out a cry of pain and he sank lower into the mat.

The man made in America knew he was in trouble if he didn’t get out of this quickly. Mustering all he could, Ace exploded with a burst of strength, catching the dominant Russian off-guard. Back to one knee, then both, and before Titan knew what was happening, Ace forced his was back to his feet.

“I don’t think so,” Titan growled as he broke the hold and lunged forward with a vicious clothesline. Ace saw the move coming and was quick enough to duck beneath the tree-trunk like arm. Before Titan could recover, Ace dropped into a shoulder tackle to the back of the monster’s knee.  “Arghh!” The big man fell again to the mat.

“Get up you Russian punk!” Ace screamed as he pulled Titan back up. After landing a few painful punches to the heel’s stomach, Ace grabbed Titan’s wrist and pulled him forward into what would have been a devastating clothesline. This time, it was Titan who managed to duck beneath it, and with the hero turned around, Titan immediately locked on a painful full nelson! Ace groaned in pain as he felt the crushing pressure of the Russian’s hands against his neck.

 

Titan really turned on the pressure which really made Ace whimper. He could feel the stud’s perfect, round ass against him, which only made the hold that much better. “What are you going to do now American?” he whispered in the hero’s ear.

“This….isn’t….over…Titan,” Ace grunted as he tried to force his way out of the nelson. It was no use though, each time he tried to pull his arms free, Titan would just squeeze harder sending flashes of pain down his neck. The strength was quickly fading from the All American’s body and soon he could barely keep himself upright. “Ah…God…” the stud groaned.

Titan was relishing every second of the torture and he didn’t want it to end too quickly. “I told you I would make you suffer every way possible” he hissed before releasing the hold. Ace woppled, barely able to stand, and not sure why he had been released. Before he could figure it out though, Titan grabbed him by the back of his small speedos and pulled him into a thunderous punch to his lower back. “ARGGG!” Ace cried out in sheer agony as he fell to his knees, one hand clenching at his back. Titan was right on him, pulling him back up by his trunks. “Has the Man Made in the USA had enough?”

“I’m never going to give to you,” Ace said with heavy breath.

“Suit yourself,” Titan laughed, happy that the stud still had some fire in him. He turned Ace around so that they were facing each other and began to rain down an barrage of punches into the hero’s stomach and sides. Ace felt as if he was being hit with a sledge hammer and it was not long before he fell to the mat, holding his beaten ribs.

‘Never had a beating like this,” Ace thought dismally, unsure of what he could do. Titan was just so powerful, so dominant…but he had to fight back, for Adrian and for America. However, before he could even think of getting up, Titan was down on the ground wrapping him in a painful leglock. Like a constrictor, he began crushing the life out of his victim. All Ace could do was cry out, his handsome face now an exquisite mask of pain. “Cant….breath…” he moaned, clutching desperately at Titan’s enormously powerful legs. The pain in his back and ribs was almost too much to take. ‘He’s just…so…strong.”

“I’m almost done with you Ace,” the heel laughed. “Soon you’re going to be begging me to stop.” Titan kept the hold on a few moments longer, savouring every cry and gasp that fell from the hero’s lips, until finally deciding to release it. “I said I would make you hurt in every way possible and I’m a man of my word.” Titan rose to his feet and watched as Ace struggled on the floor. The stud was beat bad and barely had the strength to make it to his hands and knees. For a moment, all he could do was clutch at Titan’s boots, trying desperately to find something to steady himself. “Pathetic!” the Russian jeered. “Look at you grovelling at my feet.”

“Screw…you!” Ace spat, as he finally made it to both knees and planted two punches into Titan’s chiselled abs. The stud’s moral sank lower when he saw that the Russian was laughing off the blows.

“Your strength is gone American, you’re already beaten,” to emphasize his point, he slammed his massive fists down into both of the hero’s shoulders.

“Argghhh…shit!” Ace collapsed back to the mat. ‘Feels..like…I was hit by a…train.’ The All American had been in some rough matches before, but never had he been so utterly manhandled. Pain coursed through every inch of his perfect body.

Rolling Ace onto his back, Titan climbed onto him and began to mercilessly gut punch the young stud. With each strike, the Man Made in the USA cried out in agony. “I can see it in your eyes Ace, you’re done. You have nothing left.”

“No…I’ll never let you win,” the stud coughed, as he clutched at his pummelled abs. ‘God…hurt..so much.”

“You’re making me enjoy this too much!” Back to his feet, the heel delighted in the sight of Ace on the floor. The stud’s face was twisted in pain and by the way he slowly twitched, you knew he was drowning in a sea of agony.

Pulling the young buck up by his skimpy ‘Stars and Stripes’ briefs, Titan manoeuvred Ace into a torturous abdominal stretch; the perfect hold to inflict punishment while displaying Ace’s perfect body.

“No…no…no…” Ace mumbled over and over, between howls of pain.

Ignoring his prey’s protests, Titan only clamped on the hold harder each time Ace moaned. “When this is done, you will have learned not to threaten me!” Titan roared as he let Ace fall back to the mat. “Now, American, now I will finished you!”

Ace could hardly think through all the pain. From head to toe, he had been utterly pulverized and had no energy left to defend himself. Helpless, he could do nothing as the dominant Russian pulled him back to his feet and slowly clamped his gigantic arms around the stud’s waist. “Like I destroyed all before you, I will end you in my bear hug!”

Titan roared as the American hero yelled out, the anguish too much to handle. Ace’s body jerked and spasmed and his arms extended sideways as if trying to reach for help that was no where to be found. ‘Oh God….he’s too strong’ Ace could feel one of his ribs snap and the pain in his back was unbearable, yet he had too much pride to utter “I quit”.  ‘Just….too..strong…’

Titan continued squeezing the life from the hunk in his vice grip, relishing the feeling of the American hunk’s big, muscled frame now putty in his arms. Every moan made it better and soon he knew that Ace was no longer standing on his own accord. But still, he continued squeezing, draining every last ounce of strength from the hero. It was not long before the cries of pain subsided and Ace’s body went completely limp.  Titan took a moment longer to enjoy the hunk’s ‘Stars and Stripes’ bulge against his before finally letting Ace plummet down into the mat. The All American was out cold, a broken and battered beyond belief.