The Heroic Hercules vs Titan

The backstage lights glared and the unmistakable voice of Mene Gene Okerlund filled the space as he turned toward the camera with that knowing grin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. None other than Hercules. Herc, are you ready for tonight’s pay-per-view main event!?

Herc stepped into frame, still glistening from his warmup. His body was nothing less than his name sake. His powerful, muscular frame looked to be carved from stone; a  physic fit for an Olympian god!

His light blue trunks and white boots caught the glare of the overhead lights. His hair hung just over his brow, a focused fire behind his blue eyes. He clasped his hands together, rolling his shoulders, the tension visible in every muscle.

“Mene Gene, tonight’s the night,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’ve been training for this moment. Titan is a monster, no doubt about it. But I’ve faced power before. I’ve been beaten down, I’ve been thrown around, but I always get back up. And in the last few months, i’ve beaten every opponent to get me to this Number One Contender’s spot.

Gene raised the mic closer. “Herc, you’ve seen what Titan can do. He’s crushed every opponent who’s stepped into that ring with him. His bearhug, which he calls ‘The Red Vice’ put many legends in the hospital. Are you sure you’re ready?”

Herc cracked a half smile. “Ready, Gene? I was born for it. Titan might be the biggest, strongest man in this business, but he’s never faced someone who refuses to stay down. Tonight, the world sees what heart and courage can do against raw power. Tonight, Titan goes down!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first. The number one contender Herc, fired up and ready for the battle ahead. Titan versus Herc, tonight!”

The camera fades as Herc turns toward the locker room corridor, muscles coiled, jaw set, the echoes of the crowd roaring beyond the curtain.

Herc steps through the curtain as his theme hits, and the crowd explodes in cheers. Jumping into the ring, he raises his arms, fists clenched, soaking in the roar of the fans chanting his name. Wearing just small, tight blue briefs, the fans could soak in his amazing body. Shoulders like mountains, an impossibly large chest, thick round glutes and legs that look like tree-trunks. Under the blaze of the spotlights, Herc stands tall, every inch the warrior, ready for war.

The arena lights cut to black. A deep red glow floods the stage as a low, rumbling chant echoes through the speakers. Then Titan steps through the curtain. The crowd erupts in a chorus of BOOOOs. His towering frame moves with deliberate, unstoppable power. Every step down the ramp thunders through the arena floor. He looks no less impressive than Herc; an unstoppable human wrecking machine, with muscles that look like steel. This is the beast who has stopped every baby-face in his path.

Raising the belt, he growls at Herc, “Do you see this? I will be leaving with it…and you will be leaving on a stretcher”.

Herc was the perfect opponent, Titan thought as he drank in the sight of the stud. Herc’s body was unmatched; there was no part of him that was not covered in muscle and his tight blue briefs barely covered his thick glutes and hefty bulge.

The announcers voice, boomed over the speakers:

 “Listen to this place, folks! Herc and Titan haven’t even touched yet, and you can feel the tension. Two powerhouses, eye to eye, neither man backing down!”

The other commentator cut in: “I’ll tell you what you feel, Ross; fear. Herc might look confident, but standing nose to nose with Titan? That’s a different kind of pressure. Titan’s not just another opponent; he’s a machine.”

“Machine or not, Herc’s got heart like no one else in this business. Look at the intensity in his eyes. He’s not intimidated, he’s daring Titan to make the first move.”

“And that’s a mistake! You don’t dare Titan—you survive him.”

The two men stand chest to chest in the ring, muscles tight, the referee trying to separate them as the camera circles closer.

“This isn’t a match anymore, it’s a collision of two powerhouses  waiting to happen!”

The crowd starts chanting, the bell about to ring.

“Here we go! Herc versus Titan! The war begins right now!”

The ring vibrates as both men circle, the crowd sensing something monumental about to unfold. Titan stops in the center, eyes locked on Herc, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he raises one massive arm, palm open, fingers flexing, a silent, unmistakable challenge.

The crowd erupts in recognition. Titan’s lips move, his voice low and taunting. “Come on, Herc. Show me your strength.”

Herc narrows his eyes, breathing steady, his chest heaving under the bright lights. He glances at Titan’s outstretched hand, then to the crowd that’s roaring his name. Finally, he steps forward, planting his boots firm against the canvas.

He raises his own arm, their fingers brushing, then locking tight. The sound of knuckles cracking cuts through the air. Titan’s grin widens as he lifts his other hand, calling for the second lock. Herc accepts, their hands clenching together, forearms bulging, biceps trembling as the battle begins.

The referee backs off, giving them space. The ring creaks beneath their weight as they strain against one another, muscle against muscle, power against will. Titan leans in, teeth bared, growling through clenched teeth. Herc grits his jaw, face tight with effort, eyes burning with defiance.

The crowd rises to its feet, roaring with every shift in momentum. Titan pushes forward first, forcing Herc back a half step. Herc plants his boots, digging in, pushing back.

“Look at this, folks, Titan’s got the leverage now! The man’s a powerhouse, driving Herc down inch by inch. “Titan’s raw strength is frightening. Just look at those arms, he’s forcing Herc back with pure force!”

“What did I tell you? You don’t try to match strength with Titan! He’s not human, he’s a wall with fists!”

Herc’s handsome face began to contort in pain. He was used to overpowering his opponents with his immense strength but Titans brute power was like nothing he’d ever encountered.

“You’ve never faced anyone like me, hero,” Titan taunted as he increased the pressure. “I am going to work your body over all night until you wish you were dead”.

“Not…going….to….happen,” Herc grunted, trying to push back against the heel. But it was like pushing against a mountain. The more he tried, the more pressure Titan exerted. It did not take much longer before Herc was down to his knees.

“Herc’s down to one knee! My God, the power of Titan is unreal! The number one contender is being humbled right in the middle of the ring!”

“And yet look at Herc, he’s not giving up. Even down on one knee, he’s still fighting back, refusing to break!”

‘Good’, Titan thought, hearing the commentators over the speakers. It was always more satisfying when his opponents put up a good fight.

Titan released, the grip on one of Hercules's hands, but proceeded to twist Herc’s wrist, coughing the hero to grunt in pain. He then wrapped his  mammoth hands around the hunk’s thick neck, and began to squeeze.

“Can’t…breathe..” Herc gasped, but Titan did not relent.

“You name yourself after a demi-god, but you will find out, i’m the god-killer”, Titan laughed as he kept the hold a few seconds longer even after the ref counted to three.

Herc’s powerful frame slumped to the floor as he coughed, gasping frantically to try and catch his breath.

Looking down at the hero in the high-cut briefs, Titan continued his rampage.

“He’s already going to work on Herc’s back,” the commentator said.

“Each of those blows must feel like being hit by a wrecking ball”.

The commentator was right. Herc had never been hit so hard by anyone. His back exploded in fiery pain each time Titan’s fist slammed into it.

“You can see the agony plastered across Herc’s face”.

Titan grabbed Herc by his long hair and dragged him up. Immediately his hand wrapped around the hunks throat again. Herc struggled, but he could not break the hold.

Titan laughed, “Your going to be just a drained pile of muscle when the night is through. I’m going to manhandle you in front of all your fans. Their hearts will break when you eventually say “I quit!”

“I’ll never give up!” Herc promised, as he fought back valiantly. Mustering his strength, he went to punch the champ, but with surprising speed, Titan simply caught his fist in mid air.

“Nice try, but you’re not strong enough!”

“Titan is back to choking the life out of the number one contender!”.

“That’s not a legal move! The ref needs to break it up!”

However, before the ref could, Titan signalled for one of his signatures, the chokeslam. Herc was not a small man, but like a ragdoll, his muscular body was lifted into the air and slammed down with devastating force.

“CHOKE SLAM. CHOKE SLAM!

“ARHHHHHHHHH” the cry fell from Herc’s lips as Titan drove him into the mat. Every inch of his body screamed in anguish. In that moment, Herc wasn’t sure if he’d even have the strength to kick out if Titan pinned him, but the pin never came. His brutalizing was not going to be so quick.

Instead, Titan circled the downed hero like a shark with blood in the water. He watched on with a sadistic grin as he watched the bearded stud writhe on the mat, his muscles spasming uncontrollably

“Herc is in for a world of hurt!” the commentator said, noticing that Titan was rolling Herc over and setting him up for a modified camel clutch.

“No…No..! Herc tried to get to his feet, but he was powerless to stop Titan’s attack.

The huge russian sat on Herc’s back and began to pull his head back, as if he was trying to rip the heroic baby-face in two.

“Scream for me Hercules! Titan commanded.

The hero could do nothing but comply. “He groaned in pain, as the villain applied the terrible submission.

“Have you ever been dominated like this big man?” Titan roared as he pulled Herc into a Steiner-Recliner.

“Do you ever stop yapping,” Herc replied defiantly.

Herc had a heart like no other, he had never submitted and he wasn’t planning on tonight being any different. Mustering all his strength, Herc started to push his way back to his feet.

Even Titan was surprised by the muscle-bear’s grit and determination. No one had ever managed to power out of one of his submissions. And while the agony was clear on Herc’s face, the hero finally managed to pull himself free.

“That was impressive”, Titan admitted, but he was not going to give Herc a second longer to compose himself.

“He’s targeting Herc’s back again”, the commentator said, as Titan began to pulversize the stud’s lower back. Blow after blow he rained down on Herc, each one causing the muscular hunk to scream in agony.

Grabbing a fist full of Herc’s blue briefs, he pulled the hunk back to his feet so he could continue his onslaught.

“I’m going to give you a taste of what is to come!” Titan growled into Herc’s ear as he wrapped his steel arms around the baby’face’s mid section.

“It’s a reverse bearhug! Herc is already in Titan’s bearhug!”

“OH GOD!” Herc groaned as the pressure went from 0 to 100 in a second. He had never felt anything like it. Other men had bearhugged him in the past, but this was different. This felt inhuman!

He could feel Titan’s breath against the back of his neck as the villain laughed. “You said you were strong! You have all these amazing muscles, but they don’t seem to serve you well!”

“The champ is going to break Herc’s ribs if he doesn’t get to the rope fast,” the commentator screamed into his microphone.

‘Get to the ropes!’ Herc heard the commentator and realized that’s exactly what he needed to do. If he tried to power his way out, but he couldn’t budge Titan’s arms. Instead he had to change tactics.

“Arrrrrggghhhhhh,” Herc’s cry was a mix of agony and determination. His life-force was being drained by the second, but he wasn’t going to let this monster win.

“I don’t believe my eyes! Herc is dragging Titan towards the ropes!”

“I’ve never seen such a display of strength and courage! No one has been able to break out of one of Titan’s bearhugs, but Herc looks to be almost there”

“Just a bit further,” the bearded hero grunted as he reached desperately for the ropes.

“No!” Titan roared. He had never been out powered but this heroic baby-face was certainly giving it a go! He increased the pressure and Herc responded with a cry of pain. But it did not stop him. Inch by inch he pulled himself towards, finally getting to the ropes.

The ref forced Titan to break the hold.

“Ahhh God, my ribs,” Herc whimpered as he slumped into the corner. His body was beaten and battered already. He needed a moment’s reprieve, but none was afforded to him.

Enraged that Herc had powered his way to the ropes to break his hold, Titan decided that would be the last moment the fans would see Herc triumph.

He stalked forward like a juggernaut and began to clobber Herc with punch after punch! The monstrous Russian left no inch of Herc’s muscular body intact. His ribs, chest, head, back, everything got its turn as Titan just manhandled the bearded hunk.

The baby-face hero had never had a thrashing like this in his life. He had taken some beatings in his day, but each time, his heart and courage triumphed. Each time he’d been knocked down, he’d fight his way back up…

…but this time, his resolve wavered.

With each thunderous blow, Herc crumbled further and further to the mat, his speedo-clad body trembling from the beating. It was like being hit by a canon each time Titan slammed into him and Herc had no defence. The heroic stud was being completely and utterly dominated.

the commentators watched on in disbelief. “Have you ever seen anyone manhandle Hercules this way?”

“Herc is in such dire straits. Titan is just brutalizing him tonight ladies and gentleman”.

The sounds of the commentators’ voices seemed distant; barely audible above the ringing in his ears. The world was spinning and the only thing the muscle-stud could concentrate on was the utter agony wracking his once powerful body.

When Titan’s assault finally ended, Herc collapsed onto the mat. His massive chest rose and fell as he struggled for air. Every fibre of his being screamed in anguish, but he was not beaten yet. His body was battered and bruised, but his fire would not be extinguished.

As if sensing Herc’s unbreakable resolve, Titan smirked with glee. He loved seeing a heroic baby-face putting up a struggle, it made the eventual Bearhug that much better.

Finally, Titan grabbed Herc’s briefs and hoisted him back to his feet. His meaty paws clenched around the back of the bearded-hunk’s neck, violently pulling his head back, so that Titan could see the expression of agony on Herc’s handsome face.

“Do you know how many muscle men i’ve put away with my bearhug?” Titan whispered into his ear. “I’ve made John Cena beg for mercy, i’ve crushed the life out of Razor Ramon and I was the monster who put an end to Hulkamania!”

“No….No…” Herc protested weakly, but there was no stopping what happened next.

Slowly, and gleefully, Titan wraps his unfathomably strong arms around the thick waist of the beaded muscle-hunk. He could feel all of Herc’s muscles as he pulled him close. This was a real beefy hero and Titan was going to savour every second of draining the life out of Herc.

With strength unmatched, the russian hoisted Herc straight off the ground and began to shake him from side to side.

“This is it ladies in gentlemen. Herc finds himself in the Red Vice, Titan’s signature bearhug. No man has ever found his way out of this one”.

“You can see the anguish the contender is in. Herc is in a world of hurt”.

Every muscle on Herc’s impressive body strained as the champion just squeezed and squeezed. Titan relished the moment. Each time he increased the intensity, the muscle-man in his arms gave out a loud whimper of agony.

“How much can you take Herc? How long before you tap out?”

Herc mustered everything he could. He had the heart of a champion and had never once tapped in his whole career. He had withstood countless submissions over the years, but this…this was different.

“Oh God…” he moaned over and over, but there was no divine intervention acting on his behalf. The only response was a laugh from Titan as the bearhug got even tighter.

Herc let out a primal cry of complete and utter anguish. The hunk in the blue briefs had never felt anything like this bearhug in his whole career. Titan was literally squeezing the life out of him.

“Wait, what’s this? Titan is just releasing the hold?” The commentator said surprised. “Surely he could have finished Herc off then and there?”

The other commentator’s voice was grave, “He’s toying with the our hero. We’ve seen him do this the night he destroyed the Ultimate Warrior. He wants the world to see him dominate Herc”.

The commentator was right. Titan could have kept the submission going, but he wanted more time in the ring with Hercules. He wanted more time to work over that godly muscular body, more time to make the hero scream.

Clenching his back and ribs, Herc fell to the mat, his breathing short and laboured. ‘Never…felt…pain like this…ever”.

The crowd was silent as they watched their hero now just a battered mound of muscle on the mat.

Titan soaked in the sight of Herc collapsed at his feet. The skimpy blue briefs perfectly showcasing Herc’s ravaged, muscular body. The man was strong, no denying that. He was probably stronger than any heroic baby-face Titan had ever faced, but still, he was not as strong as the russian.

Titan pulled Herc to his knees and, with a fistfull of the stud’s hair, yanked his face back so they could meet eye to eye. There it was…the fear. He could see it clearly on Herc’s handsome face. The man was finally afraid of what Titan was going to do to him.

“Your punishment is only starting hero!” Titan bellowed as he pulled Herc back up and once again wrapped the hunk in his killer bearhug.

Herc’s face told the story to all the fans in attendance. The man was in anguish, the likes of which he didn’t know was possible. For all his strength and muscles, he had never felt more powerless. Titan had manhandled him from the moment the bell rang, and the end was no where in sight.

Still, despite the excruciating hold, Herc was not beat. “I’ll never give up, Titan. I’ll never submit to you”.

“Hogan said the same thing to me before my bearhug drained him. In the end, even the Great Hulk Hogan had no choice but to admit defeat and tap”.

Herc’s courage faltered. He had seen his idol, the Hulkster, be destroyed by the Russian beast more than once. Now it seemed like he would suffer the same fate.

“No!...no!....No!...i’ll never submit”

“Good, I like it when my prey has some fight”.

Titan once again released the hold and watched on smugly as Herc just crumbled to the floor. His powerful body twitched and jerked, the pain forcing him to writhe in uncontrollable spasms.

“Though, it doesn’t look like you have much fight left in you,” Titan laughed as he motioned for the camera man to zoom in on Herc. “You see that? Hercules the great and powerful? Now he’s nothing by a moaning, beaten jobber”.

Herc’s batteries were empty. The Red Vice bearhug had drained his once strong muscles of every iota of power they once had. Never had he felt so weak and ravaged as this match. As he clenched at his throbbing back, he wondered if anymore pain was even possible.

“I’m impressed by your grit and determination, Hercules, but in the end, the outcome will always be the same. I am Titan, I am the beast, the monster, the unstoppable juggernaut!” he roared as he pulled Herc to his knees.

Titan stalked forwards and stood towering over the downed muscle-hunk. Thousands of camera flashes went off, the moment now captured forever more: The villainous Titan standing triumphantly over the whimpering Hercules. This was the shot that would make the cover of all the wrestling magazines next week!

Once again Titan pulled Herc’s head back, so he could look the man in the eyes. The fear that was there moments before was now fully replaced by agony. Herc’s entire world was pain…pain that Titan had wrought on him like no man had ever done.

“This has to be it folks…dear god let this be it”. The commentator was worried that they were going to see another heroic baby-face put out of commission for what could be months.

One final time, the behemoth villain clamped his arms around Hercules’ beefy frame. He pulled the man in the blue briefs in, feeling his powerful chest against his.

“NOW SUBMIT!!!” Titan barked and he squeezed with inhuman strength.

Hercules moaned and moaned and with each utterance of agony, Titan just squeezed the muscle-man harder.

“Oh God….I can’t hold on….but I can’t quit…I’ll never quit”.

“LOOK AT YOUR HERO! LOOK AT HIM!” Titan screamed to the crowd. “IS THIS THE MAN YOU CHEER FOR?! LOOK AT YOUR HERO BREAK IN MY ARMS!”

As if to accentuate his point, the Russian tightened his grip on Hercules. The once proud baby-face screamed out in response, a bellow of utter anguish that showed how completely manhandled he was.

“By now, Cena, Luger, Razor, even the Great Hulk Hogan had tapped, but you are still holding on?”

Titan was impressed. No one had managed to withstand this much of his bearhug, but he knew it was just a matter of time. Herc’s handsome face was now just a mask of pain and every whimper drove Titan to inflict more punishment.

The heroic Herc could feel the last bit of strength leave his muscles. He gave one final and ultimately futile push onto Titan’s granite like body, before his arms fell limp to the sides.

“He’s too strong…even for me, he’s just too strong”

Titan roared with excitement as he could feel the beefy baby-face breaking in his hold. He could feel Herc’s body going limp.

“Submit hero or I will destroy you completely”

Herc moaned loudly, as Titan continued to crush the life out of him. “I’ve been dominated…oh god, i’ve never been manhandled like this…oh god.the pain…it’s too much”.

“Then SUBMIT!”

“I’ll never give up…never give up”.

Titan was furious. His arms tightened around the hunk’s midsection. There was the audible sound of ribs cracking. “SUBMIT!”

“I’ll…never…give up….never…gi…”

Herc’s eyes closed as the last of his vitality was drained out of him. His once, powerful, muscular, strong body had gone limp, completely and utterly crushed in Titan’s bearhug.

“I SAID SUBMIT! SUBMIT!” TItan commanded, but there was no response from the beefy baby-face.

He may not have given up, but Herc was unquestionably defeated.

“1”

“2”

“3”

Ding Ding Ding!

The bell sounded, heralding Titan’s victory over the heroic Hercules.

Titan did not release the hold, but instead flipped Herc around into a rear bearhug. He continued to crush the already manhandled hero.

“LOOK AT YOUR HERO!” he bellowed again, this time so even the fans in the noose-bleed seats could hear him. “I’ve destroyed him like I've destroyed everyone in my path! And i’m going to make sure Herc remembers tonight for the rest of his life”.

Titan didn’t relinquish the hold. Instead he continued to crush Herc’s thick frame, enjoying the looks of horror from the fans as they watched the domination of their handsome hero.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the fans, they watched as Titan threw Herc to the mat.

Their hero was dominated, destroyed and defeated.

Grabbing his title, Titan placed his boot over Herc’s chest in a display of utter dominance and victory.

“WHO’S NEXT!”

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