Titan vs. The Italian Stallion

 

 

The monstrous Russian waited in the ring, eagerly anticipating his next match. He stood 6’5 and weighed close to 300 lbs of muscle. His ring attire consisted of black wrestling boots, black armbands and a small black speedo with a red Hammer and Sickle on the back. With his large blonde Mohawk and crystal blue eyes, this mountain of muscle was definitely a sight to behold and a force to reckon with.

In previous weeks, he had already decimated Jim Powers, Tatanka and Lex Luger, and he just couldn’t wait to add his next opponent to a growing list of beaten and broken studs.

Music began to blare from the speakers, and the whole stadium began to cheer as Titan’s opponent emerged from back stage. Down in the ring, a sadistic smile covered the heel’s face as he soaked in the sight of his next victim. Adrian Roma, the Italian Stallion was the son of the legendary Paul Roma and was the next up and coming baby face in the world of wrestling. He was tall, broad, extremely muscled and had inherited his father’s good looks…and then some. With a square jaw, bright blue eyes, and long black hair, which he pulled back into a ponytail, he looked nothing less than a Roman god of old. To accentuate his perfect body, he wore very little in the way of ring attire: His tight, red briefs were just large enough to cover his perfectly round ass and extremely large bulge. On the back of the briefs was the design of a golden stallion; an iconic symbol perfectly suited to the hero that wore them.  To complete his attire, he had matching red boots and knee pads and white wrist bands.

“I’ve seen what you did to my buddies Titan, and I’m going to put an end to it tonight.” There was no fear in Roma’s eyes as he jumped into the ring and went chest to chest with the brute. Usually, he was used to being the bigger man, but this was one time when his opponent towered over him. “You maybe big, but you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall!”

Titan laughed at Adrian’s bravado. The young man was definitely courageous, but that only strengthen Titan’s resolve to crush him. There was nothing he enjoyed more than demolishing fan-favourite studs and watching them battered and broken beneath his heel. “Do your worst boy.” The bell rang and the two men began to circle each other, each waiting for a moment to strike. “You’re weak and pathetic, like your jobber father,” Titan mocked.

 Although Roma knew not to get into a direct brawl with the Russian, his fiery young temper got the best of him and he charged forward. “You’ll regret those words asshole!” He rained down a number of punches on Titan’s massive frame, catching the big heel by surprise. A few more sent the Russian stumbling and a finally, a well placed drop kick to the jaw had him down to one knee. “Not so brave now, are you Titan?” Wasting no time, Adrian grabbed hold of Titan and sent him flying against the ropes and on his rebound, the handsome stud leapt towards him attempting a big cross body. Just as he was about to connect, Titan shook off the effects of the drop kick and manage to get his head back in the game. Like a viper lashing out at it’s prey, Titan’s huge arms flew out, catching the young stud in mid air in a body slam position. “What….no!” Adrian grunted as he tried to wriggle free. Titan held fast, enjoying the feel of Adrian’s sizable bulge against his chest.  “You had a good start, I’ll give you that, but now you’re done.” As if to emphasize his point, Titan lifted the helpless hero over his head and brought him crashing down in a vicious back breaker. A grunt of pain escaped Roma’s lips as he was tossed haphazardly to the floor. Pain shot through his muscled body as he writhed on the mat. ‘Can’t let him get the upper hand,’ he thought, doing his best to regain his composure before the beast struck again. Adrian managed to make it back to his knees but Titan was back on him, eager to inflict more punishment.

“Scream for me hero!” Titan said as he latched on a vice like nerve hold on the young muscle stud. Roma’s face twisted in agony as pain flooded his neck and arms.

“Oh God!” Adrian could barely think as the muscled in his shoulders began to tense and spasm under the monster’s iron grip. On instinct, his hands reached up and he tried to pry Titan’s hands free, but it was no use

 

 

“Do you give”? The ref asked concerned. Roma’s body began to sink towards the mat as his vision became blurred.

 

 

“No,” to hero gasped through clenched teeth, “I’ll never give”.

“I love when they put up a fight,” Titan laughed as he released the hold. “That’s just a taste of what I’m going to do to you.”

Adrian’s back and shoulder’s throbbed insanely - never had he been in a nerve hold so painful. Luckily for the handsome stud, Titan let Adrian stagger back to his feet. “You should have tried to finish me when you had the chance Titan. I won’t get caught like that again.” The crowd cheered, seeing new life flow into the speedo clad body of their hero. Roma took a moment to rub his shoulder and then went back to circling Titan.

Feeling confident, Titan charged forward with a vicious clothesline, but Adrian ducked beneath it and when Titan spun around, the young man clocked him in the face with a stunning side kick. The big man was rocking and Roma used his momentary advantage to try and send his opponent running into the turnbuckle. “I don’t think so boy!” Titan snarled as he reversed the irish whip and instead send Roma speeding into the corner.

“Ouff!” the air escaped the stud’s body as his lower back made contact with the corner. But Roma didn’t have the liberty to relax - the big man was charging right for him. At the last moment, the Adrian jumped to the right giving Titan no time to stop his momentum. With a thunderous crash, the Russian’s shoulder smashed into the metal ringpost. Adrian was on him with no hesitation, dragging the heel back into the middle of the ring. He pulled Titan’s arm around his neck and, grabbing his black trunks, Adrian hoisted the big man into a massive suplex. The ring shook as Titan bounced against the mat, a cry of pain bellowing out. Before he could get up, Roma dropped down with a painful elbow drop to Titan’s sternum and quickly went for the pin.

“1...2.…” Titan kicked out.

“Still got some juice in you!” Roma said as he pulled the heel back to his feet, ready to try another suplex. As he was lifted Titan’s arm up, the heel saw the stud’s exposed ribs and he pounced. He free hand clenched into a massive fist which he shot out like a cannon straight into Adrian’s side. The hero cried out in pain as he fell to one knee, clenching his side. Growling, Titan shook off the effects of the suplex and elbow drop and hoisted Roma back up by the back of his speedo. The hero was teetering, clearly winded by the blow to his ribs and Titan knew this was his moment to strike. Still holding on to Roma’s small briefs, he pushed the hero’s back with one hand and pulled back on the tights with the other. As Adrian stumbled back towards the heel, Titan planted a vicious punch into the stud’s lower back. Adrian crumbled to his knees, one hand on the floor his other grasping his beaten back. ‘The man is just so strong’ he thought. The fan’s could see the pain on Adrian’s handsome face as he struggled back to his feet and they did their best to cheer their hero on.

“Adrian! Behind you!” a fan screamed from the front row.

Barely registering the voice through all the pain, Roma spun around only to stumbled straight into Titan’s waiting arms.

Like a constrictor, Titan squeezed the stud in his patented bear hug. Jim Powers and the All American Lex Luger had fallen victim to this before, and Roma would be the next. “Arrggg my back!” Roma gasped as his body began to crack under the pressure.

 

 

“I will break you!” With a roar, Titan hoisted Roma up so that the stud’s feet no longer touched the ground. He could feel the hero’s large bulge against his stomach and his strong pecs resting against his own.

 

“Do you give?” asked the ref.

“No…no…I’ll never give…I’ll never…”

“You will!” the heel screamed, increasing the pressure. Adrian’s head shot back as he let out a painful cry. His handsome face was now a mask of pure agony and his once strong body now spasmed and shook in Titan’s relenting hold. Adrian looked out into the crowd, as he clutched at his black hair, trying to muster something from deep within. He was never one to let his fans down, but what could he do? ‘The man is just too powerful’ he thought, as his strength drained from his muscled body. Titan savoured and relished every whimper, cry and groan that the handsome hero let out.

 

 

“God…my ribs…” Adrian mumbled as what little energy he had left fled him. ‘how is he so strong?….’ With one last moan, the young Roma’s body sagged into his opponent’s. His arms fell to the sides and his head rolled back.

“Count him out ref!” Titan laughed as a few shivers jerked through Adrian’s unconscious body.

The ref proceeded to lift the hunk’s arm up and it fell once, twice…three times; he was done.

The bell rang but Titan would not relinquish his hold. He enjoyed too much feeling Adrian’s powerless body being crushed between his arms. This was just too good.

Finally, satisfied, he let go and smiled as Adrian crumbled into a broken heap on the mat. The hero was unconscious and on his back, his speedo clad, muscled frame utterly pulverized by the sadistic Titan. Never before had Adrian been so manhandled and never had he felt a bear hug so painful. It would be a long time before the Italian Stallion would recover from this one.