The whistling effect heralded the arrival of one of the fan-favorites, RAZOR RAMON! The Bad Guy had been working his way up the roster and finally managed to get a shot at the most coveted prize, the world championship belt.

"Razor is in great shape and he's been on fire recently. Do you think he can keep that momentum tonight," the commentator asked his colleague at the desk.

"Well he certainly is on a roll, but he's up against the undefeated champion. And we've seen Titan meet and defeat everyone in his path. I think Razor may just be another name on the growing list of the champ's victims."

"Well, I guess we'll see tonight!"

As Razor stepped through the ropes, the world champ gave his opponent the once over. Razor was tall, handsome, muscular, and his tiny brief wrestling attire left little to the imagination. Titan started to that eagerness stirring in his bones. He wanted nothing more than to hurt Razor, to make the baby-face cry for mercy in his famous bearhug.

Razor stared back at his ominous adversary. Titan was maybe an inch taller, but must have outweighed Razor by 30lbs of muscle.

Razor took off his panted gold chains, placing them in the corner before he proceeded to flex to the delight of the audience.

"What a crowd ovation Razor is getting tonight, ladies and gentleman. He definitely has the support of the crowd behind him," The commentator said as Ramon's impressive pyro techniques went off.

"Wait!!! What's this!? Titan has stepped through the fireworks and blind-sided Razor! Now that's a dirty move!"

"You want to play to the crowd Razor?" Titan laughed as he kicked Ramon in the gut, getting him perfectly in position. "Well let's see if they cheer as you break in my powerbomb!"

"No, no, no!" The ref should stop this! Titan snuck up...and I can't believe it, the bell hasn't even sounded!

The commentator's voice was getting quicker, more excited, "Oh my God! He powerbombed Razor! The match hasn't even started and Razor is down and out!"

"Arrrrrhhhhhh my back!" Razor cried out as he rolled in agony.

Titan circled the bad-guy slowly, enjoying the sight of Razor clutching at his already hurting back. He had this strong man on the ground and soon he would have him whimpering like a jobber.

"Razor is in a world of trouble! The look on the face of the world champ says it all; he is going to enjoy hurting Ramon".

"Well it's still early. We've seen Razor take some beatings in his career and then managed to turn it around".

But Titan wasn't going to let him get a moment's rest. The champ hoisted Ramon up but his skimpy briefs, and sent him flying into the turnbuckle with all his might.

Razor screamed out as his lower back made contact with the unforgiving corner. But the punishment was only beginning...

As he stumbled forwards, dazed, Titan grabbed his wrist and sent him hurdling towards the opposite corner with the same ferocity he had the first time.

"Look at the pain on Razor's face! We're only a few minutes into this match and he already looks like he's taken a thrashing"

"And no doubt, Titan is softening up his back for his signature finisher. We've seen the champ put away a number of people in the bearhug!"

"Will we see Razor fall victim to that bearhug tonight? Right now, it looks like we're headed there!"

Titan lumbered forwards, shoving Ramon back into the corner. "You want to take my championship?" He taunted. "I've bulldozed better men than you to get here!"

Titan started to pulverize Ramon, punching his gut, face, and chest. No body part was left untouched in the champ's violent assault.

"My chest, ahrrgghhhh" Razor whimpered as he crashed to the mat, unable to keep himself upright anymore. The powerbomb had weakened his back, and now Titan had demolished the rest of his upper-body.

"Razor looks to be down and out. I don’t know if he'll be able to get a second wind tonight. Titan is looking just too strong tonight, ladies and gentleman.

As Razor gasped for breath, he could hear the commentators at the table nearby and was beginning to think they maybe right. He had seen Titan make short work of people like Lex Luger, Tatanka and even Hulk Hogan on a few occasions, but even then, he had never expected the man to be this powerful.

Titan smiled widely as he yanked Razor once again to his feet. The man teetered and stumbled, but Titan held him fast by the back of his briefs.

"I'm going to break your back Razor. By the end of the night, you'll need a stretcher to take you out!"

Shoving Razor forwards, sadistic Russian pulled back on his tiny tights, to give extra force as he smashed his mighty fists into Ramon's lower back.

Ramon cried out, but Titan was unrelenting. Over and over, the same move to the same target - Razor's back.

"He is just MANHANDLING Razor Ramon tonight! Have you ever seen a man do this to the Bag-Guy?"

"Never in my whole career. Razor is a tough man, and tonight, he looks about as helpless as a mouse with a snake."

Razor could barely stand anymore, but Titan was not finished. One last time, he pulled back on Razor's briefs, before putting all his weight into a final, devastating blow.

"Oh my God!," Razor gasped, as he plummeted to the mat. The beating was like nothing he had ever felt. His back was in so much pain, that he could barely see straight, let alone get up. How can anyone stand up to Titan? He thought dismally. The man was just too overpowering.

"Look," Titan motioned for the camera to zoom over Razor's battered body. "Another of your American wrestlers broken and defeated at my feet! Do you have no one worthy of wrestling me?" Titan laughed as he dragged Ramon into the center of the ring.

"This is not what I think it is, is It?" The commentator shouted, astonished by just how one-sided the match was shaping up to be.

Lifting Razor's muscular legs, Titan decided to try out a hold he didn’t often use. He wanted to keep damaging the hairy-studs back, and this was the perfect hold.

"Razor's in the center of the ring and Titan's about to slap on a Boston Crab! This maybe the end of Ramon right here!"

As Titan sat back, Razor sunk deeper into the excruciating submission.

"My back! MY BACK!" Razor kept screaming as he reached in vain for the ropes. They were only a few feet away, but never had such a short distance seemed so far. Titan was bending him in two and the heroic Razor wasn't sure he'd be able to hold on much longer.

"Do you give" the ref asked, bending down close to Ramon.

"oh God....no, no..I wont submit....ARGHHHH my back!"

Titan was surprised as Ramon began to claw forwards, dragging himself and the champ inch by inch closer to the ropes.

"You are brave, Ramon, I'll give you that," Titan said, as Razor wiggled another foot forward. "Lesser men would have given up already."

But Razor didn’t give. He dug deep, and managed to drag himself to the ropes, and now Titan had no choice but to break the hold. Didn't matter though, the damage was done and Razor's back was all but broken.

"Ramon is in a world of hurt! He may have gotten out of the Boston crab, but he needs to get back to his feet if he's going to stand any chance of defeating Titan tonight."

"Defeating the Titan? At the rate this is going, Ramon's going to be lucky to get out of the ring on his own two feet," the other commentator responded.

Titan took a moment to enjoy watching Razor grunting and groaning in those tiny briefs. He wanted to punish the baby-face more. Make Razor cry out again and again so that all the fans in attendance could see the so-called Bad-Guy get the beating of his life.

Stepping over Razor, Titan pulled the challenger up into a camel clutch. As he pushed forwards with his hips, he pulled back on Razor's neck, causing the stud to scream out in agony.

"I think this could be it. How can any man take this much punishment?"

"I don’t know, but if anyone can, it's Razor Ramon. He's got the heart of a real champion."

"Yeah, well right now the actually champion is bending him in two!"

As the commentators argued over his fate, Razor fought with all his might to hold on. The pain was just so much that it threatened to push him into unconsciousness. But just as the world was going to go black, Titan released the Camel Clutch.

"Razor Ramon's body is spasming in the center of the ring! I don’t think he knows where he is."

It was true. The pain had caused Razor to writhe in agony, much to the enjoyment of the monstrous Russian. Titan soaked in the image of Ramon's once strong frame, now completely destroyed.

"But I can do more," Titan said more to himself than to Razor as he eagerly grabbed a fist-full of Ramon's long hair, and dragged the man up to his feet. A giant paw of a hand wrapped around Razor's neck.

"Beg for mercy Razor, and maybe i'll go easy on you."

Ramon stared back into Titan's icy blue eyes. "I'll never beg," he gasped, barely able to breath.

"That’s good," Titan laughed as he dragged Ramon around the ring so everyone could get a good look at how easily he was manhandling Razor. "Keep up that proud spirit as long as you can. But I promise I'll beat it out of you!"

"DID YOU SEE THAT?!" The commentator screamed as he got out of his chair. "He lifted Ramon up by 1 hand as if he weighed nothing! Have you ever seen a chokeslam like that?!"

"I don’t think Razor's every FELT a chokeslam like that"

The commentator's words were never truer - Razor had never felt anything like it. Every inch of his muscular body cried out in pain. It was a beating like none in his entire career.

"Oh God," Razor moaned as the ref dropped next to him.

"You ok to continue Razor? Do you want to throw in the towel?"

"No....no...I gotta continue" he whimpered, unsure of just how he was going to. Titan had dominated him all night, inflicting more pain and punishment than Razor thought was possible.

"I think Titan could finish Razor off at any moment. Are we about to see his Bearhug?" The second commentator asked, as the champ pulled Ramon back up. But the submission hold didn’t come. Instead, with one hand on Razor's neck, Titan reached between Ramon's legs with the other, and lifted him up over his head in a gorilla press slam.

"Look at the sheer strength of the world champion!"

"No...no...no," Razor protested, but was too weak to do anything. Titan circled the ring with Ramon above his head before he proceeded to toss the stud over the ropes and out onto the unforgiving concrete.

"He tossed Ramon out like yesterday's garbage!"

The camera zoomed in on the fallen hunk, giving everyone a great view of Ramon's muscular, hairy body, packed into those tight briefs.

"We may have a count-out here if Razor doesn't get up."

Razor could hear the ref counting, and was not sure that he could get back to the ring in time. The beating Titan had given him had robbed Razor of all his strength.

"STOP THE COUNT!" Titan roared, climbing through the middle rope. He was not going to win this match by a simple count-out. No, he wanted to feel Razor's amazing body breaking in his arms. He wanted to continue dishing out more punishment until Razor could take no more.

"Get up you weak American!" The champ bellowed as he dragged Ramon up. Titan wrapped his massive arms around Razor's waist and charged forwards. Ramon's back hit the corner of the ring with a sickening thud.

"ARGGGG MY BACK!" Razor howled out, just as Titan set him up for the same move. Again, Razor crashed into the corner of the ring, before he crumbled, to the ground.

In those skimpy briefs, Ramon's sizable package was on display for all the front row as he squirmed in utter agony. Every inch of him hurt, but nothing more than his back. From the opening powerbomb, Titan had clearly focused on it and now Ramon could have sworn it was broken.

"I can't take the pain...it hurts so bad!" Razor moaned into the camera. His brain told him to just stay down and let the ref count to 10, but his heart told him differently. No matter how strong Titan was, he was no quitter. He would keep fighting until every last ounce of energy left his body.

Drawing on reserves only great wrestlers had, Ramon struggled to his feet and pulled himself back into the ring. It was a brave move, but probably not the smartest. Titan was quickly to his side, ready to dish out more pain.

Titan clamped on his vice-like trap hold, causing Razor to cry out.

"We've seen Titan use this hold on a number of occasions," the commentator said, remembering how Titan had made even the great Hulk Hogan almost pass-out in the same submission. And if Hogan was no match for it, would Razor fare any better?

"AGGG NOO....nooooo!" Razor screamed as he reached for the ropes. All of Titan's weight was bearing down on him, making it impossible to move.

"I want to hear you beg Razor!" The Russian laughed as he upped the pressure on the stud.

Razor sunk deeper into the mat, his hand outstretched for the ropes that were just out of reach.

"Do you give Razor" The ref asked, silently hoping that the heroic Ramon would end his beating.

"Never...arrgggh God....no.....never give up"

Ramon's eyes began to flutter shut as his body tensed up under the pressure of the hold. Any second and he would be out. He had tried all he could, but it seemed Titan was just too strong.

But the release of darkness never came. Titan could sense that Razor had been on the bridge of unconsciousness and released the grip. He wouldn't let the hunky muscle-stud off so easily.

"My neck..." Razor whimpered, terrified of what was going to happen next. His body had no strength left, so there was no way to defend himself from whatever Titan was planning.

"Not this again!" The commentator screamed, as Titan hoisted Ramon back into a powerbomb position. "He is going to try and end Ramon's career!"

"Someone needs to stop this," The other commentator cut in. "He's going to break Razor in two!"

And that's just what Titan had in mind for the stud in the briefs. He wanted to extinguish any fight Razor may have had left and a second Powerbomb would do just that!

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Razor's cry of agony echoed through the arena. Any time he thought the punishment couldn't get any worse, Titan seemed to inflict more. And now, the pain Razor was feeling was more that he could take. The torment overwhelmed his senses, causing his body to writhe in the center of the squared circle. "Oh God...I can't take anymore..."

Titan halted his onslaught to relish his victory over the studly Razor Ramon. The Bad-Guy, who oozed machismo, was now a broken man, moaning in utter agony for all the world to see.

"Look at the pain on the face of Razor. I've never seen him like this."

"He has taken a beating like no other. I don’t know how anyone could have even lasted this long?"

"I can't fight him....he's too strong," Razor groaned, as the ref came to check on him.

"So do you give then Razor?"

Ramon knew that Titan was just too big and bad, but he still would never give. "No, I won't give."

The hero in the briefs rolled into a ball, wondering just how much longer this would last. It seemed like only a matter of time before Titan beat him so badly that he couldn't go on.

Titan could likely hook one of Razor's muscular thighs, and get the pin, but that would end the fun. Instead, he wanted to keep hurting the hunky Razor Ramon. Titan wanted to take Ramon's muscular body, and break it into a million pieces.

He pulled Razor up to his feet and then hoisted the American hero up in the second most painful move in Titan's arsenal - the Torture Rack.

The pain in Razor's back was too much as the Champ bounced him up and down, giving everyone a great view of Razor's bulge, cupped by those skimpy tights.

"MY BACK...he's going to break by back!" Razor screamed, knowing this was the end. Titan had utterly manhandled him all night and now this submission was more than even the brave Razor Ramon could withstand. He was about to give, when Titan let go, and dropped Razor to the mat.

"No more..." Razor moaned. His strong chest heaved up and down, as he struggled for breath. How could he take this much pain? And how could any man be as strong as Titan? Razor had never fought anyone who decimated him so easily.

Seeing Razor's amazing body, in those tiny briefs broken on the mat drove Titan wild. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to hear Ramon scream in his finisher!

Savoring every second, he pulled Razor up by the back of his speedos, and slowly wrapped his gigantic arms around Ramon's muscular frame.

"This is it ladies and gents...no one has ever gotten out of this. It's Titan's BEARHUG!"

Razor's handsome face contorted in agony as he screamed for help, which would not come.

"OH GOD!! I've never felt anything like it!" Razor moaned aloud, as he could feel his back and ribs breaking in the Russian's excruciating hold.

"That’s right, scream Razor! I want everyone to hear you beg for mercy! Beg American, BEG!"

"No...never!" Though he was in the most pain he'd ever felt, Razor would not give Titan the pleasure of hearing him beg.

"You WILL break Razor! Everyone breaks, it's just a matter of time!" Titan roared as he squeezed even harder.

Ramon's once strong body began to spasm and twitch as he lost control of his senses. All he knew was that Titan was destroying him piece by piece.

"Arrrggggg MY BACK!"

"You can hear Razor keep screaming 'my back, my back'," said the commentator, concerned for the wrestler's health.

"He needs to give up or Titan may permanently injure him!"

"This is just too good!" Titan laughed as he pulled Razor's hair chest closer to his. "I can feel you breaking in my arms Razor!"

Razor knew Titan was right. The man had mauled him all evening and now the Bad Guy was in a world of pain he never thought possible. Every inch of his body burned in agony and he knew he couldn't take much more.

"Just like all the wrestlers before you, you will quit!" Titan said as he released the bearhug to watch Razor fall to the mat.

The hunk clutched his injured ribs, as he screamed out "Arggggg He's too strong! Oh God...never met a man so strong..." Ramon moaned, unaware of where he was anymore.

The Ref bent down low, to get next to the writhing baby-face. "Razor do you quit?" He asked loudly, before dropping his voice. "Give up Razor, Titan's going to really hurt you".

"No....no...." Razor groaned. "I don’t give up"

"Oh yes you WILL give up!" Titan guaranteed, lifting Razor back up into his bearhug. He squeezed again with all his might, loving the feeling of Razor's briefs rubbing against his own.

The agony plastered on Ramon's face spoke a thousand words. The man had been beaten within an inch of his life and he could take no more. Like many of his friends, Razor had fallen victim to Titan's overpowering strength, and now was paying for every stepping into the ring with the unbeatable world Champion.

"Oh God, Oh GOD!!.... noooo....." Razor moaned over and over as Titan continued to squeeze the life out of him. "Arrghhhh my back...no...I can't take it". Razor could not believe a submission hold could hurt so much and he'd been in his fair share of them. He'd been in the Sharp-Shooter, the figure four, the ab-stretcher and none of them felt anything like this. Titan's strength was unbelievable and it felt like the Russian would crush the very life out of him. "It hurts too much! Oh God....Oh God....my back!"

Titan continued the hold, as Razor slumped deeper into the bearhug. Titan was impressed how long the man had held up. "Only Hogan was able to last this long, Razor, but even the Immortal One gave up eventually. But fight as long as you want, I love hearing you scream in my bearhug!"

Ramon was finished, brutalized and humiliated. In his entire career, no man had ever given him such a one-sided beating. No man have every pulverized him, forcing him to cry out in agony as much as he had tonight. No man had ever dominated him, leaving him feeling so helpless...but then again, the champ was no ordinary man, he was a Titan.

"I know you can't take anymore American!"

Razor's head shot backwards as he let out a great bellow of pain. He had no fight left in him, Titan's bearhug had seen to that. Instead, Razor's energy had been replaced with wave after wave of agony and torment, more than any one man should feel. No matter how brave and heroic Razor Ramon was, not even he could withstand the pain any longer.

"It's too tight. He's squeezing the life out of me!"

"GIVE UP!"

"Arghhhhh I can't take anymore...It hurts so bad....oh God!"

"GIVE UP!" Titan roared again.

"Oh God....my back...can't take It....Argghhhhh......" Razor's face was a mask of pure pain.

"You will break!

"He's too strong....Oh God...the pain.....ahgghhhhh....it's just too much for me......argghhh...Oh God...I SUBMIT!" Razor's hand began to tap wildly as the pain finally overwhelmed him.

"RRAAAAHHHH" Titan screamed, as he continued to shake Razor from side to side, causing the stud to cry out again and again. "I don't care if you submit, I want to break you Ramon!"

"No more! Please!! Aggggrrrhhhhhhh...no I can't take it....my back...my back....he's going to break my ba....." The moan died out as the agony was too much, forcing Ramon into utter darkness.

Realizing that Ramon could no longer moan and scream, Titan was content to let him drop to the ground, beaten and defeated.

He looked over the unconcious stud, excited by the thought that he had worked this stud over to the point of breaking him.

"Look at Razor Ramon! Look at him!" Titan screamed to the camera. Just another of your American heroes broken at my feet," he said maniacally, before spitting on the fallen stud, just to add insult to injury.

Pleased with himself, Titan stormed out of the ring while the ref bent down to check on the helpless Razor.

"Razor, Razor..." He said, shaking the baby-face.

"We're going to need help!" The ref screamed, signalling for paramedics. After the beating he had endured, there was no way Razor Ramon was walking out of the arena tonight.

Just as Titan had vowed, he made sure that Razor Ramon left on a stretcher!