Total Domination
Chapter 1: Titan vs
Muscle Hunk Jim Powers
By: Montrealdude22
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“Look at the size of this new competitor,” the announcer said in awe, as the massive Titan made his
way to the ring. “He’s a veritable monster, and he’s out for blood!”
“Jim Powers is in for a real fight tonight,” the colour commentator agreed, equally astounded by the
new heel’s size and build.
Standing 6’5 and weighing a little over 300 lbs of solid muscle, Titan was indeed a spectacle of
human perfection. His ring attire was simple: A tight, black speedo, which only emphasized his
bulging package, red wrestling boots, and black wrist bands. His head was completely shaved, save for
the large, ebon Mohawk. Across the back of his black speedo were the iconic sickle and hammer,
denoting his Russian origins.
“Look at the look of hatred on his face… if looks could kill, I think Jim Powers would already be
finished!”
“Well he is on a mission,” replied the 2nd announcer. “He vowed to destroy all the American muscle
hunks and prove that Russian wrestlers are unbeatable!”
“Well he shouldn’t be too over-confident, because Jim Powers is a real all-American wrestler, and
he’s no push over. Besides, this Titan has yet to prove himself.”
Inside the ring, the hunky Jim Powers waited, focusing on the task at hand. Sure, this Titan was big,
but Powers had experience, and like the old adage went, ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
Jim looked amazing in his signature red speedo, and perfectly muscled physique.
“You don’t look so tough,” Jim said, not a quiver in his voice as he went toe to toe with Titan. The
enormous Russian stood several inches taller than the handsome hero and the look of rage on his face
showed he was out to hurt the all-American.
“You will be the first American I dominate,” Titan roared as he pushed Jim Powers away.
Turning to the camera, the snarl across his face only grew. “Once I am through with this boy, I will
make my way through all you Americans until I destroy your greatest national heroes, Lex Luger and
Hulk Hogan!”
With that, the bell rang, and the bout had begun.
Powers wasted no time, as he bravely charged the huge heel, avoiding a lock up and instead getting
jab after jab into the beasts’ stomach.
“You American’s are weak!” Titan laughed. “Your punches tickle!”
“We’ll see about that!” The American bellowed. “I’m not going to let you insult my great country!”
Powers rushed in, to land a blow to Titan’s face, but the heel was too fast. Parrying the assault
with one arm, he quickly used the other to throw a vicious uppercut into the side of the hunk’s ribs.
Immediately stunned, Powers fell to one knee, but Titan was not finished yet. Dragging him back up,
the sadistic heel grabbed hold of the stud’s right wrist, lifted up his arm and began laying into the
already damaged ribs. Uppercut after uppercut he planted, until Jim could stand no longer.
Stumbling back into the turnbuckle, the all-American was already reeling and it wasn’t even 2 minutes
into the match. “My ribs…arhhh” he winced, using the corner to stay a-foot.
Stalking forward, Titan could tell his prey was vulnerable. “The fighting spirit already gone?
Typical American laziness!” he mocked before charging shoulder first into Powers already injured mid
-section.
A cry of pain escaped Jim’s lips. 3 shoulder tackles later and Jim crumbled to the floor.
*I’ve never fought someone like him* Jim thought, trying his best to focus through the pain. *I have
to fight on…I can’t let him mock America.*
But the heel wouldn’t relent. His big boot came crashing down on Power’s stomach over and over for
what seemed like an eternity to the battered hunk.
“Get up you lazy American!” Titan howled, as he pulled Jim back to his feet by the back of his red
speedo. Still dazed, Jim could do nothing as Titan sent him against the ropes, only to catch him in a
huge, frontal bearhug on the way back.
“I will crush the life from you little American!”
“ARHHHH!” Powers handsome faced contorted in excruciating pain as Titan lifted him from the floor.
Every muscle on the hunk’s amazing body flexed as he tried to squirm his way out, but to no avail.
The look of utter anguish on the American’s face only caused the Russian to squeeze harder. He would
enjoy sapping every last ounce of strength from Power’s body.
“Do you give,” the ref asked, thinking that the hunk had had enough.
“I’m not going to give, I’ll never give!” he managed to say through clenched teeth. He could feel his
ribs cracking and his back ached like never before *How was Titan so strong?*
Titan let Powers slip to his feet, relishing every twitch and spasm in the hero’s powerful body.
The suffering in Jim’s eyes was apparent to everyone watching, and the crowd stood breathless as
their hero’s body began to sag side-ways. Slowly, the eyes fluttered shut and the ref began the
count.
Powers chiselled arm fell once, twice… one more time and it would be over.
“Thr…” the ref began as Power’s arm fell half way, but then stopped. The crowd erupted in a cheer!
Amazingly, the stud’s eyes opened and his body seemed to rejuvenate! “I won’t give up to you Titan!”
Powers roared as he struggled to punch Titan square in the chin. After several blows, Titan’s grip
began to loosen enough for Jim to power out and spring up into an unthinkably high drop kick.
The monstrous Titan staggered backwards, before another drop kick sent him stumbling into the turn buckle.
Powers felt the energy of the fans flow through him, giving his aching body renewed life. Rushing
forward he jumped onto the 2nd rope of the turn buckle, and began pummelling the enormous Russian in
the head.
1! 2! 3! 4! The crowd cheered as they counted with each punch. The tide of the match had really
turned and was now in the favour of the American.
Jumping down, Powers grabbed hold of Titan’s arm and went to send him running into the opposite turn
buckle, but the massive Russian simply held on to the rope, stopping the American’s assault. Powers
sculpted body forced as he tried to tug the heel loose, but Titan had him overpowered, and with
another quick uppercut to the hunk’s ribs, the heel was once again in the driver’s seat.
“I’ll break your ribs, then your back!” Titan promised as he continued the punishment on the
American’s mid-section.
“Ahrggg” Powers winced, falling down to one knee, his face once again contorted in pain.
Pulling him back up, Titan went to send him against the ropes, but Powers managed to reverse it, and
tried to clothes line Titan on his way back. The monster heel managed to duck at the last minute,
stop dead in his tracks and spun around.
His enormous paw shot out, grasping at Power’s neck when the hero turned around. “I’ve got you little
muscle hunk!”
Jim’s hands went to Titan’s wrist, as he tried to break the choke, but it was too late. With one
burst of strength, Titan lifted the American hero into the air and smashed him flat on the mat in a
vicious choke-slam.
Titan laughed as he looked down at his broken opponent; Jim’s perfect, speedo clad body writhed in
pain in the middle of the mat.
Titan knew he could have ended it there with a pin, but he was not done inflicting punishment. He
would send a message to the rest of the muscle hunks.
Lifting Powers to his feet, Titan once again planted on a torturous bearhug.
“Oh God, my ribs…” the hunk said, unable to take anymore punishment. He had given it his all, but the
Russian was just too powerful. The American’s arms slunk to his sides and all the strength left his
legs. A loud moan of agony escaped Power’s lips as his body twitched uncontrollably from the pain. It
was not long before he was completely out cold, his beautifully muscled body now a powerless shell in
the arms of his dominating opponent.
The bell sounded as Titan finally let the beaten hunk crumble to the floor. Savouring the sight of
Power’s large bulge in the tight red speedo, Titan let out a victory roar before turning to the
camera.
“Like I promised, I will destroy all the American muscle hunks. Let this be a warning to everyone!”
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