“We’re in for a slobberknocker tonight ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said excitedly as Titan made his way to the ring. The man seemed to be built of granite and muscle; his ring attire simple: Small black Speedos (which barely covered his sizable bulge), with the hammer and sickle on the back and dark red wrestling boots.

“Titan was scheduled to wrestle the Native American Tatanka, but we all saw what happened earlier tonight!”

The camera cuts to footage taken an hour prior - Backstage of the arena, the native America was stepping out of his locker room and, having just finished a quick workout, he looked fantastic in his skimpy turquoise Speedo and leather loin cloth. In the split second it took him to turn his back to close the door, Titan struck! Seemingly out of nowhere, the Russian descended on his prey, his massive forearms smashing the chiseled back of Tatanka. The muscle stud fell to the floor, cries of pain escaping his mouth as Titan pounded him relentlessly!

“Is this one of your America heroes?” the sadistic heel laughed to the camera as he pulled Tatanka up to his feet by the back of his small briefs. The dazed look in his eyes spoke volumes; Titan had already beaten out much of Tatankas energy with his clubbing blows. The hero was helpless as Titan grabbed one of his wrists with one hand and with the other, he bent down and locked it around the natives muscled thigh. With almost no effort, the Russian hoisted the battered Tatanka onto his back in punishing Torture Rack!

“Arrgggggg” Tatanka cried out, the pain too much to bear. For all his strength, the Native American was no match. His powerful body bounced up and down, causing his loincloth to flap revealing his bulky package. Titan only squeezed harder, relishing every cry of agony coming from the defeated stud. To his credit, Tatanka never surrendered, though he did soon pass out. Not relinquishing the hold quite yet, Titan took a moment to parade the broken hero to the camera.

“I will destroy all you American wrestler just as easy as I have destroyed Tatanka!” he spat before letting the unconscious Tatanka fall to the floor.

The camera cuts back to the ring, where Titan is waiting for his new opponent.

“You know Tatanka will be looking for revenge when he recovers,” the commentator said, “but until then, Titan is going to have his hands full with the Man Made in the USA, Lex Luger!”

As if on cue, the music started, and Lex stepped out from backstage, his chiseled body glistened under the bright lights. Wearing an extremely skimpy Red, White and Blue American flag Speedo, he looked the part of the All-American.

Gazing back from the ring, a large smirk crossed the russians face. Lex embodied all things American and for that, Titan would savor every ounce of strength he drained from Lexs perfect body.

Luger climbed through the ropes and without hesitation, marched straight up to the enormous heel. “Your reign of terror stops now.”

A cruel smile was Titans only response. With that, the bell rang and the match was on.

The two warriors circled each other and then locked up. Muscles bulged on both combatants as they strained for dominance. For a brief instant, it seemed as if they were evenly matched, neither combatant gaining a sizable advantage.

Realizing he couldnt overpower Luger as easy as he had all his other opponents, Titan switched his game plan and quickly reversed his force, pulling Lex in rather than trying to push him back. Not anticipating the sudden change of momentum, Luger stumbled forward, his midsection brutally colliding with Titans knee. All the wind left the Lexs body as he let out a sharp cry. Before Lex could recover, Titan lifted the All-Americans right arm and began to lay into his exposed ribs. Uppercut after uppercut rained into Lugers body, forcing the hero to fall to his knees.

“Get up you weak American” Titan bellowed as he pulled Lex back to his feet before scooping him up in a body-slam position. He could feel the stud trying to break free, but there was no escape. As if Luger weighed no more than a rag doll, the beastly Russian hoisted him above his head and brought him crashing down into a vicious rib-buster.

Luger cried out in pain, but Titan was far from done. Three more side splitting rib-busters followed before Titan finally dropped Lex to the floor. The American heros face was twisted in agony as he clutched at his side.

“Arghh…my ribs…” he winced.

“I will break you American, you might as well give up now!” Grabbing the back of Lexs speedo, Titan dragged the stud to his feet, only to plant a devastating forearm smash into the small of Lugers back. “I SAID GIVE UP” Titan cried as the hero crumbled to the mat.

“Not going to happen.” Lex bravely responded, which only made Titan angrier. The heel brought his boot crashing down on Lugers ribs, doing further damage to the already battered torso. Lugers vision was getting hazy and the pain in his side made it hard to concentrate, so much so that he didnt even realize that Titan had rolled him over onto his stomach. By the time Luger was conscious of what was happening, he was already in the midst of an excruciating Camel Clutch.

“You WILL give up Luger,” Titan whispered into his ear as he pulled, bending the hero backwards.

“No…no,” Lex moaned, his ribs and back threatening to break.

“Have you ever seen Lex Luger dominated this way,” the commentator said astounded. From where he was sitting, the All American looked defeated.

The hero himself knew he had never been man-handled in this way and the agonized expression on his face said that his tank was near empty. If he didnt mount some sort of a comeback soon, this match was finished.

“I said GIVE!” Titan snarled again, as the crowd began to chant “USA…USA”

Drawing energy from the fans, Luger mustered all his strength and began to crawl forward. Shooting pain swept down Lexs spine but still he moved forward, closer and closer to the ropes till he finally managed to reach it. A wave of relief washed over him as the heel was forced to break the hold. The studs back ached beyond belief, but at least he was free of the hold. Lexs hand went to his lower back as he struggled back to his feet.

“No matter, there are other ways to destroy you!” Titan said, leaving Lex little time to recover. Taking hold of the American, the Russian sent Lex running into the ropes, preparing to deliver a devastating clothesline. However, at the last second, Luger managed to duck under the massive treetrunk arm and, when he bounced off the ropes again, managed to connect with his patented flying elbow.

“The Russian is finally stunned!” the announcer cried surprised!

Seeing his moment to strike, Luger rushed to the back of Titan and surprising hoisted him up in the Torture Rack.

Titan cried out in pain as his massive body bounced up and down in Lexs destructive finishing move. Never had the fans seen the muscular heel in such a position…would he finally be defeated? Just as Titan was ready to give in, he felt Lugers strength waver. The camel clutch and gut punches had done too much damage and Lex didnt have the strength to keep the heavy heel up.

Falling down to one knee, Lex dropped Titan, as once again his hand went to his aching lower back.

“You should never have let me out of your Torture Rack” the vicious Russian heaved, trying to shrug off the pain in his own back.

Rushing forward, he grabbed the back of Lexs American-Flag speedo and lifted the stud back to his feet. Before Luger could react, the Russian spun him around and pulled him into a brutal bearhug.

“It’s over American!” Titan screamed. Now, feeling his own second wind, Titan hoisted Lex from the ground as he bounced the helpless hero up and down and side to side.

“Arrgg my back!” Luger cried, the pain in his body almost too much to bear. In a desperate attempt to free himself, he pounded on Titan’s back, but there was no real power behind any of the blows. “He’s too strong…” Luger thought, as the world started to fade around him.

With each moan of pain, Titan would tighten his grip. He loved squeezing the muscular stud and the fact that Luger was wearing his skimpy American Flag speedo only made it better. “GIVE UP!”

Luger held the back of his head as he tried to fight through the unbearable torture in his ribs and back. “I wont give..I wont …Arggg”. With his face etched in pain, the Man Made in the USA dropped his arms as if trying to reach out to the crowd for support, and though the fans screamed and cheered in an attempt to rally their hero, it was no use.

With a mighty roar, Titan increased the pressure. He savored every one of Lexs groans, until finally Luger had no fight left in him. The American heros arms fell to the side, and his powerful body sagged against the russians massive chest.

The ref quickly lifted Lexs arm up: Once! Twice! …Three times it fell! The Man Made in the USA had been demolished.

Finally, Titan released his mighty bearhug and smiled as Lex crumbled in a broken heap. He had dominated one of Americas greatest champions – was there no man able to stand up to Titan?

The monster took one last look at Lexs Speedo-clad beaten body lying motionless in the center of the ring before he smiled and turned to the camera.

“Who’s next?”

(Please leave comments with who you would like Titans next opponent to be).