Survivor Series Contest

Chapter 7: Titan vs Hulk Hogan: The Final Confrontation

It was time for the main event of Summerslam, and the crowd erupted in cheers as the camera on the Titantron flashed to backstage, where legendary commentator Mean Gene waited with the Immortal One himself, Hulk Hogan.

The former champ’s muscles gleamed under the heavy spotlight. He turned to the camera, a look of determination clear in his crystal blue eyes.

“Hulkster, tonight you’re stepping back in the ring with the undefeated world champion. The fans and myself are wondering…is this a good idea? Let’s see what happened last match”.

The camera shifted, playing footage of Hogan and Titan’s last match:

“Ahrhrhh…can’t take it….the bear hug…it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt…Titan’s too strong for me….” Hogan whimpered as his arms fell to both sides. “Ahhh God…he’s just too strong…” the bell chimed as Hulk’s arm slumped three times before Titan released the bearhug and flexed over the beaten hero.

“Hulkster, looking at that footage, it’s on all our minds, will we see the same outcome tonight?”

“You know, Mean Gene, a lot of people said I shouldn’t get back in the ring with Titan. They said ‘Hogan, the man has beaten you twice, he laid you out and put you on the shelf’. Well Brotha, it’s true. Titan is big, Titan is bad, but Titan doesn’t have the power of the million Hulkamaniacs behind him! I’ve been training, saying my prayers and tonight Mean Gene, tonight the Hulkster and America are going to run wild on the world champ!”

“Well there you have it folks! We’re all behind you, good luck tonight!”.

“Alright, thanks Mean Gene,” the commentator said, as the camera shifted back to the ring, where the world champion was already waiting.

Titan was a monster of a man. He had platinum blonde hair, shaved into a Mohawk, and a body unrivaled in all of wrestling. His arms were canons, his chest a barrel and his legs were the size of tree trunks. And, wearing only his signature, black briefs, the mountain of muscle was on glorious display for all to enjoy.

The champion flexed and stretched, as his opponent’s music blared through Madison Square Garden.  A moment later, Hogan burst the curtains to a chorus of cheers!

Titan had been going mad with anticipation from the moment the GM had booked the rematch. Of all the opponent’s he had ever decimated, there was none quite like Hulk Hogan. The Immortal one was the icon heroism, and a champion in the hearts of all the fans. On top of that, he was a colossus of muscle who filled out his small, yellow briefs perfectly. 

As Hulkster made his way down the ramp, smiling and giving ‘high 5’s’ to the fans, he took a huge American flag offered to him by someone in the crowd. “Oh yeah Brotha, tonight America is going to stand tall!”

“You may have gotten the best of me before, but I’m ready for you this time! This is it for you Titan!” Hogan bellowed as his pointed to the world champ. “What you going to do, when Hulkamania runs wild on you!”

Titan laughed, enjoying the show Hogan was putting on. ‘How sure of himself he is’ the Russian mused, as Hulkster ripped off his shirt, leaving him only in those amazing, bulging briefs. But the champ knew how this match would end. Like all men who tried to stand against him, Hogan would end the night moaning in agony.

As the two gladiators circled each other, the bell rang, signalling the start of the main event.

“Thank you Hogan. You don’t know how much I’m going to enjoy this match!” the behemoth bellowed.

“You’re not going to like it, when I win back the championship tonight”

The two men locked up, each grunting as they strained for dominance. Titan thought he would easily overpower Hogan, but was surprised when it wasn’t the case. The American hero had definitely been training and was considerably stronger than last time they met.

“Scared yet Titan?” Hulk said, as he forced Titan against the ropes, catching him with a powerful clothesline on the way back. Though the champ didn’t fall, he was definitely reeling.  Through experience, Hogan knew not to give the Russian any chance, so he pounced, pounding Titan with blow after blow to the head. The enormous heel staggered backwards, caught completely off-guard by the savage assault. So, the stud had a few new tricks, but the champion was determined to show Hogan just why he was called Titan.

“ENOUGH!” Titan roared, catching Hogan’s arm when he tried to get another punch in. A quick jab to the gut had Hulk winded, giving Titan the time to strike. Reaching between Hogan’s powerful legs, Titan scooped up the hunk like he weighed nothing. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Hulkster’s sizable bulge pressed firmly against his chest before slamming the stud into the mat.

Hulk gasped as the wind left his body, leaving him scrambling to get his bearings. Though Hogan tried to get back to his feet, the mad Russian was already on him, locking the Immortal one in a painful armbar!

“Hogan, do you know what I plan to do?” the champ taunted as the hunk’s face contorted in misery. “I’m going to slowly beat you…break you down…and then, when you cannot take anymore, I will make the legendary Hulk Hogan beg for mercy!”

“I’m never going to give up!”

Working through the pain, Hogan rolled onto his knees, and managed to fight his way back to his feet. He surprised the champ with some thunderous punches to Titan’s perfectly sculpted midsection. The Russian had no choice but to break the hold, but he was damned if he was going to let the American get the upper hand.

“Not so fast Hogan!” He yelled as he brought his fist down like a hammer into the Hulksters back. The stud let out a painful cry as he clutched his back, before stumbling into the corner.

‘Got to stop his momentum,’ the hero thought, as held onto the ropes for support. However, before the stud in the yellow briefs could devise a plan, Titan was on him. The heel’s size 15 boot flew up, catching Hogan in the stomach. The Hulkster was left winded, giving the champ time to gloat.

“Has all your confidence been stripped away already? Is this all the great Hulk Hogan can muster?”

Not waiting for the heroic American to answer, Titan bulldozed the Hulkster with a flurry of punches to the ribs.

“No one can stand up to an assault like that,” the commentator said as Hogan crumbled to the floor.

The all-American warrior tried to crawl away to put distance between himself and Titan. He needed to regroup or it would only go downhill!

“Look at you’re hero!” the villainous Russian barked to the fans. “Look at him already crawling on the mat like a broken man!” The sight of the muscle-hunk battered at his feet was only made better by the moans of pain coming from Hogan

“Look at Titan stalking the Hulkster,” said the commentator to the crowd. “He looks like man possessed and I’m afraid of what he’s going to do to Hulk Hogan tonight”.

“Get up American!”

Grabbing a handful of Hogan’s briefs, Titan pulled the former champ back to his feet.

Dazed, Hogan teetered helplessly, unable to stop his opponent from smashing his knee to the Hulkster’s gut!

For the second time in the match, the Immortal one found himself stumbling for the corner.

“The Hulkster’s been on the defensive all match. He really needs to mount some form of offence if he’s going to win back the championship”.

“You know what, Hulk,” Titan said, moving behind his opponent. “I want everyone around the world to know that even at your strongest, the mighty Hulk Hogan is no match for Titan!”

Grabbing hold of the hero’s hands, Titan forced Hogan into a test of strength!

loud grunts erupted, as their powerful chests collided, muscles rippling on both wrestlers.

“We’ve seen this before ladies and gentlemen,” said the commentator. “In their first match, Titan overpowered Hogan and it looks like that maybe the case again tonight”.

“Ahhh, so strong,” Hogan groaned. Titan’s grip felt like a vice, each squeeze of the champ sending waves of pain from Hulk’s hands all the way down to his shoulders.

“You are NO MATCH FOR ME!” The champ roared as Hogan finally fell to his knees. He continued to press down on Hogan, loving the look of sheer anguish plastered across the stud’s handsome face.

“Give up Hogan! GIVE UP!”

“I’ll never give up!” Hogan winced, trying to get his footing to fight his way up. No matter how much he forced though, nothing budged the Titan; Hogan was completely neutralized. For a moment, the fans wondered just how the Immortal Hulkster would get out of the predicament, but to their amazement, Titan simply released the hold.

“Oh I know you would never give up from a simple test of strength,” Titan said as Hogan collapsed against him. “But, mark my words, tonight I will make you submit!”

The vicious champ stood laughing while Hogan pitifully clutched at Titan’s skimpy, black briefs, to find any ounce of support to help him back to his feet.

“You know what; I prefer it when you’re begging for mercy at my feet!”

Titan wrapped his massive arms around Hulk’s sweaty, muscular body and pulled him close. The feeling of Hogan’s hefty bulge rub against his, made the champ want to start his bearhug now.

‘No, not yet,’ Titan thought to himself, wanting to draw out the torture all night. Instead, with a mighty display of power, Titan picked up Hogan and sent him crashing into the mat in the most devastating belly-to-belly the crowd had ever seen!

Hogan writhed in agony, as his cries of pain filled the arena. The all-American Hercules had prepared for countless hours for this rematch and it seemed all for naught. Titan was once again dominating the Hulkster.

“Hogan is being manhandled,” remarked the commentator as he watched with rapt attention. “And I don’t want to see what the champ’s got in store for the Hulkster”

The sight of muscle-hunk, in those skimpy yellow briefs, spasming in pain excited Titan like nothing else. He would make this match last all night. “Yes, you all should be afraid,” he laughed, turning to the crowd. “Just wait to see what I’ll do to your heroic Hulk Hogan!”

To be continued….