Luger was still hurting from Crush's devastating camel clutch. The big heel had taken a lot out of the Man Made in the USA, but Lex was determined to fight on. To do so however, he definitely needed to tag out.

"Not so fast Lex," Titan bellowed as he trampled forward, getting to Luger before he could reach his teammates' outstretched hands. The mountain of Russian muscle remembered their last match and how much he had enjoyed torturing Luger's amazing body. He was definitely ther perfect specimen of a man, and the fact that he only wore tight, tiny, American-flag briefs made Titan all the more excited to do it again.
Lex's reserves were almost empty and he was unable to resist as his cruel adversary clamped his biceps around Luger's neck and began to squeeze. "No….No," the muscle-stud groaned as he tried in vain to escape the dreaded sleeper. For all his strength, the American hero was fading and he needed to find a solution fast.




"I can feel your power leaving Luger," The Russian laughed, but only briefly. In a surprising burst of energy, Luger used his remaining strength to push backwards, forcing Titan to stumble into the turn buckle. Though the heel lost his grip on the sleeper, he still had enough wits about him to bring his hammer-like fist down onto Lex's lower back. The hunk crumbled down to the mat as he let out a cry of pain. Crush had started work on his back earlier in the match and now Titan was going to capitalize on that.








The crowd cheered, trying their best to rally their American champion, but it was no use. As the camera zoomed in close to the fallen wrestler, it was clear that Lex was hurt pretty bad. His breath was heavy and his face winced in pain as he labored to get closer to his corner.





Shaking off Lex's final attack, Titan rushed forwards until he was standing between Luger and his teammates. He took a second to savor the moment, enjoying the sight of the hunky American beaten at his feet. Covered only by that small, patriotic speedo, Luger's body was begging to be demolished. Titan couldn't resist any longer. Grabbing a handful of Luger's thick, blonde hair, he hoisted the hero up to his feet. Lex knew what was coming, and in one final move of desperation, he reached out, trying to get a tag, but it was no use. Titan had expected it and the second Luger made a move, he wrapped his giant arms around the stud's amazing body and lifted him from the ground.






Luger had been in this bearhug before and it was just as bad as he remembered. Every part of his back ached, causing him to bellow in sheer anguish. He had battled some strong men in his career, but Lex couldn't think of anyone who had so easily manhandled him. Titan had just so completely dominated the brief-clad hunk and now he was going to make Luger suffer as he had in their last match.





The dominating heel squeezed with all his might, eliciting the reaction he so craved: "My back! His bearhug is just too powerful," Lex groaned as the camera panned over his muscular frame being destroyed in the hands of the evil Russian. With each constriction, Lex would moan a little louder, which just urged the heel to tighten the bearhug even more. "I'll never give in to you Titan," Luger promised, though his body told another tale. The utter torture the hunk was in was plastered plain across his face. Titan laughed, enjoying the fact that the All-American was putting up a fight, even if it was all for nothing. Never relinquishing the hold, Titan turned so he could face Tatanka and Hogan. "Look at your friend. His powerful body is now broken in my bearhug, and soon you both will be next."
"No…no," Luger repeated, but it was no use. Lex was one of the strongest men in the business but now there was just nothing left in that awesome frame of his. Titan could feel Luger's all-american bulge press against his as the Man Mad in the USA slumped forwards. The hero was completely drained of all his strength and could do nothing but moan from the excruciating pain. Amazed at how much he enjoyed destroying Luger once again, Titan increased the pressure of the hold.
"It's too much..." Lex gasped as the camera zoomed on his anguish filled face.



"Give up American!" The Russian barked. He could tell that he had sapped all energy out of that perfect, muscular body of Lex's, but still the man wouldn't give in. "I said submit!" "Ahhhh God….he's too strong for me," Lex said again. Every last ounce of strength faded from the man wearing the tiny American briefs.



"You're weak Luger!" Titan relished the feeling of the stud broken in his arms and this was only the first of three.
Soon, Lex's groans of pain subsided as the stud passed out from the sheer torture of the bearhug. The musclular hero that had so perfectly packed those American-flag speedos had been utterly and unquestionably manhandled by the Russian heel.
"Count him out ref!"
Lifting the beaten stud's hand, no one was surprised when it fell three times.


Titan finally relinquished the hold. A cold smile crossed his face as Lex tumbled to the mat. The sight of Titan standing over the defeated hunk in the skimpy American briefs was almost symbolic. He had just pulverized one of USA's greatest wrestlers and he was ready to do the same to Tatanka and Hogan!