ERIK ATLAS VS ZAC THE MUSCLEBOY

ZACH THE MUSCLE BOY VS ATLAS

ErikAtlas: So the Muscle destroyer sent me a message, making my blood turn to ice. I had been waiting hours for his call and didn't get the police or the feds involved. "I have something of yours..." the threatening video said... "You go fight this fight for me."   This promoter in the Poconos had a match he wanted to set up for a Halloween gay mens weekend. Destroyer recommended me and holysh!tba!!s the guy Im facing is built - just smaller. Good nuff... He said he's meet me there. I flew out and was greeted with a limo - the place has 30 men and it was full of cash. I get a dressing room to myself. I head for the ring in Black tight squarecuts, black boots.... the Announcer says "Coming into the ring for your entertainment in this fight for stakes, the Titan from Texas... standing 6'5" weighing in at 296 pounds 23" arms, 61" chest... ERIK ATLAS!"
ErikAtlas I STRUT TO THE RING AND THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET, all handsome cut muscled men... they make sure they touch me on the way to the ring... I leap over the top ropes... the place is a small warehouse behind the lavish hotel....I feel ready for this - and there's Muscle Destroyer waiting at ringside... I offer the big man a wink - (He knows I hate his guts...if he didn't have a hostage I would be doing this at all.)

Zac the_muscle_boy: I make my way down the aisle as I'm announced. The crowd boos the pretty boy as I enter the ring and start to flex. I'm too cocky to be intimidated by your size.
18:04 Zac the_muscle_boy I get in your face and continue to pose.. flexing my biceps, my abs.. bouncing my pecs.


ErikAtlas: you get in my face and the ref starts saying shit about the rules... KO, Pin, submission of opponent's emission to win... and blah blah as yu keep flexing your cep in my stony face... expression of fixed un-amusement
- You flex at me one more time...
- HANDS PLANT ON YOUR PECS AND I SHOVE HARD...
- You FLY back and hit the corner behind you!... the ref glaring at me like he wasnt finished... I shrug... the ref scoots and the bell rings as you get your bloomers together

Zac the_muscle_boy: I step out of the corner. "What's the matter, big guy? Don't like the sight of a younger bodybuilder with a superior physique?" I taunt as I flex once more and then slap your huge chest with a chop.

ErikAtlas: Yu hit my chest with a CRAKK!!... I flinch but only sets me back an inch... I FIRE back one of my own powered by a 23" arm.... driving you back to the corner again leaving a blistering red handprint... "You gonna prove that boy?"

Zac the_muscle_boy: nnnnhhh yielding to your superior strength. I break the lock up and go for your eyes.. raking them. yt

ErikAtlas: AWUGhhfffffuk.... hand on my face backing off... the room goes oooOOOoooo at your cheating...

Zac the_muscle_boy: I shove you back and then deliver a clothesline across your chest.

ErikAtlas: I feel yur hands on my chest and I sla[p them aside... but then blind to the shot coming... BAMMM yu hit my chest! I go down on my back.... eyes coming back...

Zac the_muscle_boy: I jump up and drop an elbow on that huge chest of yours. yt

ErikAtlas: I see the shadow of you coming down... you feel my thick chest FLEX hard before impact! BAMMM.... you hear the sound of that elbow hitting my chest like a drum THUMPF!..... hands on your chestAND SHOVE you off me explosively! you roll to the ropes from the force.... getting up....

Zac the_muscle_boy: "what the..??" You just shook off my elbow drop and shoved off off you. I slowly get to my feet as I stare at you in awe of your power.

ErikAtlas: You can see the red mark where yur hit landed... and I see u looking on in awe...I Grab your wrist and haul you up.... turn and shoulder your arm over my shoulder PULL and bend forward JUDO THROW!
- Your ass hits the mats... "Fullback in college... I can take a lot of hits... how about you boy?"

Zac the_muscle_boy uuuuuhhhnnn I land hard on the canvas... knocking the wind out of me. Gasping for air as i lay on my back and look up at you.

ErikAtlas: Keeping that wrist i stand pulling you up again and get behind you...you feel HUGE arms snake around your solid waist... and I LIFT you high putting your back on my shoulder... and DROP you back... from 8 feet up you SLAM hitting the mats with me... " You can take that boy, right?

Zac the_muscle_boy: aaauuuggghhh I hit hard shaking pain through me! Slamming me hard. I can't catch my breath. I'm wheezing and begging off as I see you get up and stand over me.

ErikAtlas: I get up and stand over yu... holding onto the ropes i JUMP.... BAMMMMMMMMMM two BIG boots drill into your exposed guts! 300 pound GUTSTOMP!... yu remember lunch as it revisits a little from that shot...

Zac the_muscle_boy: aaaaaaawwww both your feet sink into my gut. My rock hard abs softened instantly. I'm breathless.. almost passed out.

ErikAtlas: "Awww come on boy!" The look on yur face as yur eyes bug out... I look down at Muscle Destroyer and grin..."He aint gonna like this...." Holding the rope for balance, still standing on your guts... Jump up 6" and DRIVE my weight into you using your guts as a spring board and jump up high and DROP my knee into your guts hard! Staying there... drilling and griding deeper and deeper into your guts... "You even train those abs?"

Zac the_muscle_boy: AAAAAWWWW!!! I moan loudly as you destroy my abs with your feet and knees. I feel your knee caps grinding my abs to nothing. They sink deeper and deeper. My abs look like they've collapsed from your onslaught. "Please... no.. more.." I manage to wheeze.

ErikAtlas: "Heheheheh... yur crying already.... my hand covers yur mouth so the ref dont hear... GRAB yur hair and stand with you getting off yur guts.... i SHOVE YOU INTO THE CORNER face first.... following in and WRAP my arms around you over yur brutalized guts... LIFT and SQUEEEEEEEEEZE... walking you to the center of the ring... yur feet inches off the ground and my 23" arms crushing into your tight body carving inches off your waist under the powerful onslaught...

Zac the_muscle_boy: I feel you smooth skin slide around me and squeeze. My body in so much pain already. I said I give... oh god no AAAAAAHHHHH!! I cry in pain as you crush me in your massive arms. I can feel my ribs bending under the pressure. AAAAAAHHHHH!! I cry in pain as you crush me in your massive arms. I can feel my ribs bending under the pressure. I fight this but weakly struggle in your vice-like grip. Then...
*SNAP*
You crack a rib or two inside me.. iut hard to tell how bad it is but feels like I just been knifed.
People in the audience hear the snap. Some wince in sympathy. Others get even more excited.

ErikAtlas: The Muscle Destroyer mentioned he wanted to see u brutalized... I feel yur ribs starting to crumble under the pressure... yu feel my thick package at your backside... hot breath on yur neck, huge chest against your back... I TOSS yu up completely manhandling you into cradled position in my arms.... and DROP yur back over my knee... BACKBREAKER! OH YEA yu slam over my knee! bent in a horrible back bend

Zac the_muscle_boy: AAAAAARRRRGGHHH! - Something loudly pops in my back and I scream in agony. Again.. people in the crowd cringe.. while others get even more aroused at my destruction. My spine is bending across your leg at a bad angle and every breath is suffering - he won't stop he... won't...stop. I myuth moves... I can't hear anything

ErikAtlas: Holding your legs and neck bending you over my knee.... then let go of yur leg... FIST UP... taking aim... HAMMER SHOT into your exposed abs!

Zac the_muscle_boy:  OOOOHHHHH!!!! My cries echoing in the room as you pound my already broken abs. They offer absolutely no resistance.. no protection to my internal organs. I worked so hard on these abs. My solid body being torn apart by Atlas. "I... give.." I whimper.. but only manage to say it loud enough for you to hear.

ErikAtlas: "I don't need any gifts from you boy..." scooping my arm tween yur legs.. I LIFT and shuck you over my shoulder.... THE RACK.... some call it the ATLAS SHRUG... yur back and core being my ruthless target all night - holding your body up in the rack SHAKING your joints apart.... Huge muscle bouncing you up and down hard.....

Zac the_muscle_boy: AAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!!! "I GIVE!!! I GIVE UP, SIR!!!" I cry at the top of my lungs. Your cute joke about gifts make me desperate "I QUIT!!!" My back and abs feel destroyed. My spine feels like it's rattling as you shake me across your broad shoulders. "Don't cripple me...please!"

ErikAtlas: "OHHhhh gawddamm... you shoulda said something..." I LIFT you off my shoulders in a stunning overhead press HIGH in the air over 10 feet up... the DROP u on my waiting ... ohhh yes.... THE FAULTLINE BACKBREAKER!... you HIT my knee and wish to fuck yu died... the pain is incredible and your back battered hard as you BOUNCE off my knee to the mats!

Zac the_muscle_boy: " NO no no no AAAAAAAWWW!!!" I cry out and then fall silent. The faultline backbreaker actually KOed me. I fall limply to the canvas at your feet. My back and abs totally wrecked.

ErikAtlas: I grab yur trunks... jeez they dont make muscleboys sturdy for shit no more... take off those trunks and toss them to Muscle Destroyer... walk the ring in victory lap and flex some for the men watching... slip off my tight black squares as they admire my tool 8.5x5 and the assets.... then turn to my muscleboy Zac...I GRAB yur wrist and hard hauling you off the mats and SLAP YOUR BODY IN A TIGHT BEARHUG... huge chest and arms collide as your body is swallowed in power.... sweat slick chest to chest...SHAKE you good
   
Zac the_muscle_boy I wake to pain! "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" I wake up crying in pain as you crush me in your bearhug. I'm arching my back. My thick pecs in your face. I slowly realize that we're both nude and instantly get hard. Your huge body touching mine so tight on me, you feel my muscled body in your grip getting crushed!

ErikAtlas: Heheheh backing you into the corner... lips roughly kiss yur neck and I take you as my sexual spoils... "Gonna fuck the life outta you man... right here... under crushing pressure...' I FLEX HARD AND DOUBLE THE CRUSHING PRESSURE AROUND YOU - shaking you left and right then back in the corner... "ready bitch?"

Zac the_muscle_boy: "No... please... " I whimper. I weakly struggle in your powerful grip.

ErikAtlas: The place is howling for me to rape you.... I'm inclined to think thats a good plan... yu would be all over me if it turned out that way... I chuckle a little at that thought... u never had a chance... just pretty... I LIFT yur hips and arch my steel hard cock into your crack.... yur hard cock on my abs... flex on your cock..."Sure you don't like me...?" Kiss yur neck and BITE...."sure?
   
Zac the_muscle_boy: AAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!! I scream as your thick tool tears into me. My cock starts to leak as you begin to rape me. The crowd going wild. I squirm a little.. trying to resist.

ErikAtlas: I just had my cock an inch to yur hole... "Here comes the real thing bitch..." i flex my ass and PUMP into you a hard thrust and DRIVE into your tight ass deep... and OHMahgawd is that ass NICE!.... "YOU.... were BUILT for fucking..." I pull out and THRUST into you again, hugging you against me and loving the feeling of your tight body

Zac the_muscle_boy: I wished you were done. Your cock goes in deeper AAAAAAWWW!!!I'm moaning loudly as you begin to fuck me deep. My cock leaking onto my demolished abs.

ErikAtlas: "Lookit at you boy... yur ready to cum aint ya? Say it... I'm the best man that ever fucked you..." SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE brutal hard..."SAY IT!" I shout shaking you like a dog toy! Relent the squeeze and thrust into your ass again.... waiting for you to speak...

Zac the_muscle_boy "Noooo!!" I cry defiantly. Your thick cock ripping into my tight ass. Moaning and whimpering, nearly completely broken. Just a shred of dignity left.

ErikAtlas "NO? Listen you stupid bitch... I told you, ordered you to do something..." My cock pulls out of you and I SPIN hard and SLAM you onto your back with me on top! BAMMMM.... left yur legs and PLOW into your ass again.... seeing Muscle Destroyer grin...
   
Zac the_muscle_boy: NNNNHHHH!!! NOno no I moan even louder as you plow into me on my back.
After a couple of minutes, I start to cum all over my ruined abs. I even tually moan..."you're the best man that ever fucked me!" i cry. And with that, I'm totally destroyed.

ErikAtlas: "Heheheheh look guys I have a boyfriend... I wanna marry him..." slam my cock into you and drive fucking so hard shaking your head rattling you teeth against each other

Zac the_muscle_boy: I pass out again... totally exhausted. i lay limp under you.

ErikAtlas: My cock explodes into you.... CUMSHOT!!!
cum....shot!
CUMSHOT!
Filling you with manjuice
Then...pulling out of you.... I GRAB yur hair and LIFT yu up enough to move you... TOSS u over the ropes to land at Muscle Destroyer's feet...

Zac the_muscle_boy I fall in a heap at the Destroyer's feet.

-The Destroyer hands me a key and I do my best to not run. I walk in that muscle stud strut. And make it to the back hallway. I find the door I saw in the video and the huge padlock on it. I think to myself, I didnt have to fuck up that guy, I can break this lock with my hand. I unlock it and unbolt the door.

My Man Scott Damm in the corner, curled around himself, shivering, naked. He looks up haunted, but still amazing. He's 5'9" and about 180 pounds, but ripped and a handsome gymnast. It just wasnt enough against the destroyer. "Shhhh I'm here... I got you."

His eyes wide, "ERIK!" he stands and hugs me, his skin cold and stained.

"I brought the van..."

"We're just driving out? how?" he asks bewildered.

I tell him about the destruction of Zac. That's the first time I ever saw my man cry. I got him in to the van and wrapped up in blankets, AstroAde in his hand so he can drink something. We started off on the long drive through Pennsylvania, back to Texas. Many miles to consider what I need to do to Muscle destroyer....

ATLAS and SCOTT walk

ERIK ATLAS VS SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER

ERIK ATLAS: I get called to the Industrial district of West Dallas, the hot warehouse with huge fans blowing. Usual Chinese wholesale district, strange place to meet the new boy.… I walk in ready for anything, my experience The Rage has made his desires brutally plain, he wants me destroyed. I've kicked his men’s ass over and over - he has to be sick of this shit by now.

There’s a small crowd all soaking in this late summer heat and a ring beyond the gated off back loading area – hand trucks and packing gear laying around the ring area. Noted. I strip off my street clothes. So subtle, they even took a small room by the gate and wrote "fuckroom" on it. I'm sure it's the genuine "place-with-sticky-floors" that mother warned yall about. The ring looks ready under all this, black boots, black shorts, skin tight, standing 6’5” weighing in at 298, 61”chest, 23” arms, 33” quads, 35” waist, big all over, blond hair blue eyes, muscle man from Texas. I pass the gate from the back area get into the ring waiting for nothing… “OK where’s the man?”

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I walk in to the warehouse, through the ring area gates to a mix of boos and cheers. Clothed in black silk robes that only go down to by waist.
-You can see my black trunks poking out underneath. Black kneepads and boots to match.
-I climb up the ring. You can now see I'm nearly as tall as you. 6'4" and 280ish lbs give or take a few. Big chest, out measuring yours at 64", 24" arms, 38" Quads, also out measuring yours. From what you see under my robes, I'm packing my trunks too.
-I face the nearest corner and begin to disrobe. Ball my robe up and toss it down to the ring people.
-I begin to warm up using the ropes and stretch. I see you eye my big muscled furry body. You're so proud of being the Titan from Texas. I eye you the whole time, watching you get a load of me.

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER

ERIK ATLAS: Looking at this guy come in... regardless of the rope I see huge delts and a massive well trained man. He fixes me with that fight start, and fuck, it's been 5 years since that ever had an effect on me... I just grin... The ref - as such - comes in ... I have to wonder who he thinks he's kidding, a ref in Rage's place? That just to make sure the boss is happy, not to hold us to some "rules."  He speaks, "This is a submission or KO bout - winner gets the cash prize of $125,000 and the right to use the loser for his pleasure. All men are liable for their own medical and transport - the Boss Mr Rage is watching on 22 cameras here. He Looks at me and asks "You ready?"
-I nod affirmative...
-Looks at you... "You ready?"

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I nod as well. Waiting for the bell to ring and get this dance started.

ERIK ATLAS: I see you nod and the bell rings... normally I formally shake a new man's hand, but this is one of Rage's hopes and fuck him, I aint polite. On the bell I charge and we hit chest to chest DRIVING YOU BACK to the corner behind you! The old ring shakes... i feel the ropes are rought and weatherworn...smothering you into the corner... yt

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I lift my arms up and out as a sign for a peaceful break. "Come on, big boy. Back off and let's go again." I give you a cocky smile waiting for you to decide if you are the good guy or really a the villain in the match. I sure know who's supposed to be the villain. I got Rage's orders - Make Atlas cry. Ya know, everything's possible to people not doing the work. I wait for yu to break...

ERIK ATLAS: I see you asking for a break... and yu get a look of wtf curiosity from me... Rage's men usually not this polite... I freeze and slowly start backing off.. then I make a quick move... my hand PALMS yur face and I shove... not painful, just a pat, but sure gonna do an etch-a-sketch erase of any punk plans and I back off hard....

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I shake it off with a flash of anger but swallow that. I need to lure him in some. At first I have a pissed off expression on my face but then shake my head and replace it with a goofy grin. "Thank you, Big man." **Everyone's friendly right?**I regain my composure and start the dance again. We lock up. You push me back to a different corner. At the last second I rotate us so you land in the corner and me pushing you into it.
- I make it look like I'm backing off but a lay a strong CHOP to your chest. . .it echoes around the room!

ERIK ATLAS: HISSING burn on my pecs... yu FIRE a shot at my chest.... CRAKKK!..... OH yea... I sure felt that, fired at me from a 24" arm.... I look down to make sure my pecs attached... hold my chest breathing deep driving the sting off me....I leave my back in the corners for bracing support and FIRE a front kick at you! BOOOM - kick connects! Yu LAUNCH out of the corner falling ass over amarillo!

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER:

ERIK ATLAS: I see you grinning and getting up.... emotional stability is also not one of Rages goons hallmarks - i come out of the corner and we measure each other much more carefully now...circling you we tie up hard 600 pounds colliding in the center of the ring

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: We both go all out trying to get an advantage pushing and pulling. I manage to get you in a side headlock bearing muscle down and crush that nut of yours. Your head eclipsed under my 24" biceps and squeeeeze down tight. I also walk in a small circle keeping you in the center of the ring and trying to get the ref at a bad angle as he checks the hold.
- I finally get the ref as he is behind me. As he gets out of view, I ball up my free fist and smash it into your forehead. . .

ERIK ATLAS: you show me quick reflexes for a big man... yu lock me in a headlock and squeeeze down hard.... huge arm with a lot of power.... yu NAIL me in the face....I know hwo this shit goes... I SCOOP under yur crotch and LIFT dropping back....SLAMMING you on the mats hard!... I pivot and snap standing facing you as yur on the mat dazed

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I see stars. Shit, I should have expected that from you with all that muscle. More of an instinct, I roll away from you and out of the ring. If I stay in there like that, I'm dead meat. Try to shake off the slam by walking around the ring. . .

ERIK ATLAS: You roll out and this is warehouse action... I rush the ropes and grab the top rope and VAULT over the top! Two big size 15 BOOTS HIT your back sending you flying and into the edge of the gathered crowd of sweaty men... they all get up and scatter back among the packing gear... I get off the floor and face you

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I untangle myself from the chairs and the slower of the men. I spin and launch myself at you. Catching you in a football tackle driving your back into the ring edge. As you react to the pain. I grab your arm and Irish whip you into the same chairs you tossed me into moments before. . . .yt

ERIK ATLAS: i get up confident that yur wiped out and HOLEEESH!TBA!!S yur up driving at me... we HIT and slam into the ring...UGHHHHHFUKKKK.... yu HURL me into the chairs.... HIT there and land on the floor..... well that dint work out so well... I see the men scattering... one trips over a toolbox scattering wrenches and hammers... a chain falls off a crate... hand truck falls over.... I aint going to make the night shift happy....Hauling myself out of the tangled mess turning like I'm confused but shielding the grab from you... hand on a folding chair - I close it... i spin and HURL it at you like a mean frisbee! spinning steel chair flying at you... I rush at you right behind the throw

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I expected the chair and dodge it. What I didn't expect was you behind it. Shit, Shit, Shit. My turn to go back first into the ring edge. My back is really hurting now. I cry out in pain. ARRRRG. I need to even the playing field fast.
- Not so faking some pain limb twitching, I kick at your crotch with my shin connecting to your balls. Not an ideal connection but should take some wind out of you as I recover. I push you off me as I stand near you holding my back. . .

ERIK ATLAS: We HIT and go to the ring edge and SLAMMMMM in hard....and yur chin carves a blast to my crotch... AWUGHHHHHHgawddddammm... sink to my knees holding my junk...falling to my back...basssstard!

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I walk to your legs and grab a boot in each hand. Forming a V shape in the air with you on your back. I lift my leg up. At that moment, there is a loud sound in the opposite side of the ring. I see the ref look away towards it. I stomp my foot hard down on your package. "Special delivery from Rage" croak. The ref sees "nothing" as he turns back to our action. yt

ERIK ATLAS: yu CLEAVE me in the balls.... AWUGHHHHH... yu got hige legs and that shot drove my stones into my pelvic bone.... serious trouble out here.....

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I let your legs drop to the ground as you react to the pain. I watch for a moment. A sad look on my face. "Sorry, man" I whisper. The look is gone, replaced by a grim determination. I grab you by the hair and pull you up to your feet. I wrap my arms around you and we both head toward the ring post. As soon as your back slams into it, I wrap my arms around you and it and begin to squeeze. . . and squeeze . .

ERIK ATLAS: Yu haul me up and slam me on the post!... head swimming from pain... hearin u apologize? then we hit the post AWUGHHH yur huge mass wrapped around me crushing me into the post@ back on FIRE spinal pain pretty nasty... sucking air in gulps.... head back in aginy... yu feel thick muscle FLEX solid and defend against yur crush... hand on your chin PUSH yur head back summoning power as my back is crushed into the post!

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I can feel you gathering strength. I was told to get you to submit in a bearhug but now I'm not sure this is going to work. In the strugles of the bearhug and you trying to escape, I knee you in the balls again. To make it look naturally it is more of a quad in the balls.I can feel you loose power in my arms. yt

ERIK ATLAS: yu slam my balls again UGHHHHH.... my flex fails in yur arms and yur crushing power bears into me hard... HAKKkkk gasping for air... i GRAB yur ear... hands have brickbreaking power and yur about to find out... GRAB yur right ear and CRUSH the cartilage in it shredding your ear painfully!... gasping for air....

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I scream in pain releasing my hold on you. I back a way a few steps and I hold my ear. "Fucker, oh it is on!"

ERIK ATLAS: You back off and I hit the floor... the ref taking a fucking coffee break in the ring... yu say it's on.... gawddamm yu been mining my crotch with a jackhammer...and its now only on? I Look and see yur boot... laces...loose? I GRAB and snag yur boot laces... I STAND... lifting your leg overhead and DROP u on yur ass!...holding onto the boot... KICK the back of that left leg over and over and over!

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I hold my leg in pain. Am I going to be able to stand after this? Not for a bit. After you stop the barrage beating, I stay on the ground holding my leg. A desperate look on my face as my eyes dart around looking for something to gain the advantage with. . .

ERIK ATLAS: I drop yur leg and seeu casting your gaze about.... distractions boy... gonna wreck you... I JUMP and land both boots on your guts DRILLING 300 pounds into your guts! yur eyes snapping open is precious... yeaaaaa u felt that... I roll under the bottom rope and get into the ring.... standing and backing off... and NOW the ref likes to count...

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I start to get up slowly. I am limping from all the leg abuse. I walk around outside the ring near the edge. You try to come at me but the ref gets between you and me reading you the riot act or something telling you to get back. But you are too close. I grab a heel of yours and pull so you lose your balance. You fall on your back hard. I pull you foot and you towards the ring edge. I take your leg smash it against the ring post. I do it three more time before the ref gets me to stop. "Walk on that Motherfucker." As you hold your leg in pain, I roll back into the ring. I stand trying to walk off the pain in my leg more watching you all the while. . .

ERIK ATLAS: yu DRAG me to the post and SLAM my leg...FUKKK.... gawddamm.... slam the mats in pain... yur get into the ring... I aint getting up soon and aint sitting here waiting for you to stomp my shit... Gasp in a deep breath and suck it up.... roll and GRAB yur leg rocking you to the mats! I climb on top of you stradlding to mount you... RAIN of FISTS pound yur face and head... 300 pounds of determined muscle working to beat the fight outta you

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: Its like it is raining fists. I try to protect myself but it does no good. My head rolls from one side to the other with each blow. My face is getting wrecked. Blood starts to paint your fists. Is it my nose? My lip? I don't know anymore. I'm not even sure of my name at this point. . yt

ERIK ATLAS: OH yea I got him in trouble...my arms are fine... legs not so much.... settles it... yur gogged with the fists.. I Pull up to my knees and pull you up chest to chest BEARHUG CRUSH slaps around you... SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZE the air outta you and shake hard sawing my arms into you!

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: Am I flying? Something . . .I was hired to do . . . I hurt. Hard to breathe. No, focus. Damnnn it . . .focus. So hard to. I could just sleep. I can barely see now. It is nearly all stars. I go limp in your arms.

ERIK ATLAS: The ref lifts yur arm and waves and waves.... I grin with grim satisfaction... and seeing its one of Rage's boys I would normally break something off this man... but even tho hes a wicked fucker he dont seem to want to actually kill and maim me.... I drop yu and yu land in a splat of sweat and muscle....
- roll to my back gasping in relief i won....

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: OMG I can breathe again. Fuck, this isn't good now it hurts more. Wait, what happens? Why is the ref holding your arm up? Oh, fuck. No, no, no. They are going to kill me for this. Shit. I still cannot move. My face! I can barely see out of one eye. the other is swollen shut.

ERIK ATLAS: yur eyes go wide and i think I know the deal... I slowly stand and GRAB yu by the hair... SLAM yu in the corner faceing ther crowd, my body on yur back.... I tear off yur trunks watching yur cock spring out.... slip off my trunks and crush into you, huge chest on your back... cock driving your ass... "How much trouble u in?" I whisper in yur ear... "hold up three fingers if theyre gonna kill u for losing?"my cock riding yur crack harder in a nasty grind... I Moan cuz not rerally acting to love on yur beefy amazing ass

SOUTHBAY BODYWRECKER: I arch my back pushing my ass into you matching your rhythm of thrusts. My left hand holds on to the ropes. The other I move across my head from front to back. You can see three fingers up.

ERIK ATLAS: "Don't make... me regret this...." Yur pushing back and gawddamm I aint regretting breeding this fucker... amazing my balls wanna participate after that boot... i SLAM into your ass hard and convincing AWUGHhhhhhhh 8.5x5 slams and splits yur ass cheeks ... the corwd milling ring side to see yur face as Atlas fucks you... I'm sure Rage is archiving this shit.... "Aughgawd... ok....south exit.... after I finish u off" THRUST into you like a machine... amazing muscle ass... holding onto your huge body

I pull you out of the ring and shuck you over my shoulder... "Rage still got that fuck room in back?" I remember the door, i haven't seen the room and not planning on it tonight.The men roar and cheer cuz Imma going to work you more before they get you... they point and I walk and walk right on past the side door to the vehicles and my clothing... hit the gates to the dressing and parking area... wind outside is cold - late summer in Texas has severe shifts - hot as we came in and sharp after sunset

I get us through the gates and run toward the bike with you on my back like a fireman competition and drop you on your feet... you see my bike, the Chief Dark Horse Indian 2100, built for big men and builr for rediculous speed. I grab my shirt and toss you my leathers..."Yur going bareass, at least u get this..." I mount the boke and say the words, "Get on and hang on..."

you grab on and I gun the engine... the men know I missed the fuckroom (because Rage probably has cameras in there) I hit for speed and we're out into the night in west Dallas heading west... I see trucks barreling out behind us..."Hang on..." I hit the speed.... the strees out here are basically 2 lane highways with lights for that added thrill of death for pedestrians... Ignoring lights i hiut speed.... 70---80---90---110---120 - I get going and we're runing smooth but the wind is knife cold....

The spattering of snare dums behind us is gunfire... we hit Hamk Hausen road and i GUN down to make the corner...and head south and hit the freeway... totally fucking with them I double back now riding with the wind instead of against - we hit the ten mile exit and i take it at 55 MPH.... its a bleak warehouse district. I hit my console and shout into my deck..."Scott, coming in hot, get ready the gate and secure up..."

we hit a place with a warehouse and fenced in lot. I duck into a wooden barn on the property and in the bay... you see the weatherworn letters over the doorway JACKPOT FARMS

ATLAS WINS

-TO BE CONTINUED-

ERIK ATLAS VS CONAN

ERIK ATLAS:: At the NAIL the premiere sex fight club in Dallas Texas.... walking into the house full of horny men ready to see some muscle on muscle fight action... standing 6'5" 296 pounds, 23" arms 33" quads, 61" chest... former fullback at Baylor, our own boy from Texas ERIK ATLAS!!"

 WALKING IN WEARING SKIN TIGHT RED THIGH HUGGING TRUNKS, BIG BLACK BOOTS
STRUT AS MEN TOUCH ME ON THE WAY - NO BARRIERS BETWEEN THE CROWD AND THE FIGHTERS
I GET TO THE RING AND FLEX FOR THE CROWD WAITING FOR MY OPPONENT

CONAN THE DESTROYED:: I watch as you study to the ring the power eminating from your body the men pawing at you everyone wanting you men touching there docks at the mere sight of you
I make my entrance
-600+ pounds of pure beef
-72 inch chest with 30+inch arms wearing just a posing punch which is stretched to the max carrying my hefty coxk and balls
  I pound to the ring guys touching and stroking my body as I make my way towards you
  climb into the ring opposite you a man mountain

ERIK ATLAS: OK... looking you over... WOW... you aint winning any races with that big ass, but going to be rough if I get under him... those legs could kill a man wrapped around him... have to watch that... that face needs a few hard fists... i walk up, custom meeting a new fighter, i hold my hand out to shake.... the ref calling the rules, win by KO, submission or pin... and starts with rules.... like thats gonna work here... hand out, core flexed hard

CONAN THE DESTROYED: ref Hahaha "So what you gonna put on the line little man?" I sneer at you as you put your hand out ... your hand in my big hand is dwarft. Your muscled hand is swallowed by mine and I squeeze yours harder and harder... "Let’s we how strong you are..."
  
ERIK ATLAS: you SQUEEZE onto my hand... and oh mahagwd thats some power... but he's dumb as fuck missing the point... holding yur hand, I fire my other under yur legs and LIFT you onto my shoulder summoning ATLAS POWER.... and turn  - BODYSLAM you ON YOUR BACK ON THE MATS - BAMMMMMMMM - the mats shake and the ref gets the fuck back out of the way 

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Damn he’s quick  - up under my leg - picked up - and slammed into the canvas - my big back hitting it hard but you've never met someone with muscle like mine before - like a slab of stone, my back takes the impact - no damage but winds me a moment - the mats shake and I lay ther for a second looking up at you...

ERIK ATLAS: grins

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Then I push myself up off the mat - even before standing I charge - I fly at you and hit you with all my weight - your abs take the impact - driving you back to the corner - I grab you with one hand gripping your balls, the other your throat
  I lift you above my head and do squats using you as weights the crowd cheers!
  after ten reps, I throw you to the mats - and turn around and flex for the crowd!

ERIK ATLAS: You rush at me like a fucking freight train.... SLAM us into the corner testing the strength of this fucking ring... flexed hard for the impact... UGHHH!you grab me and LIFT doing squats.... well that looks good but only a nice ride - and I want yur fkn hand off my junk.... you HURL me to the mats and I slam there good.... something football taught me was how to land and get the fuck up....
- yur flexing for the crowd... ok that smarts some with humiliation, but I can deal. This gives me time. I pivot and KICK yur knee DROPPING you on your ass!... roll and mount on top of you DROP and drive an elbow into your head!

CONAN THE DESTROYED: UGhhh my Knee kicked! I roll to the mats on my back and you mount me - elbow dropped to my head leaving me slightly dazed

ERIK ATLAS: You got knocked down and the look on yur face precious... like WTF x3.... I mount higher on yur body and plant my legs over yur head and ROLL trapping your head in 33" quads... u might be able to muscle everything else but yur head is open.... I lock onto yur noggin in a head scissors and SQUEEZE

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Fuxk this guys good... he about to master me but not yet...
head still trapped! I GRAB with my right arm  - then the left arm - I pull those legs slowly apart with pure power!! My head rears up slightly - taking aim... then SLAM down into you balls again and again!
I gas free as you let go!
I spin and pivot position round sitting on your back - amd grab your legs under each one of my smelly pits! I bend you back to see if I can break that big back of yours - muse ine had to pat your balls just for fun so all your fans can see they boo and geer

ERIK ATLAS: HOLEEsh!tba!!s... your arms PULL my legs open... never been out muscled like this... yu blast my crotch and my eyes go WIDE...letting you go... rolling to my back holding my parts....you manhandle me and sit on my BACK....working me into a boston crab...UGHHH GAWD.... groaning in pain from the hard hold... hard to struggle with my balls on fire....i PUSH up with my arms but caint escape this yet....I thrash my left foot trying to spoil yur grip on me and just about free...

CONAN THE DESTROYED: I can feel you starting to slip suddenly. I stand and grab your ankles! I slide you along the mat, lift you up by your ankles like a child. The crowd of puny people reel in shock seeing my power. Oh lookit that, so do you. I slam you down into the mat face first! The crowd goes ooOOooo. I land on you, sitting on your back, flexing playing to the crowd... I lean in and growl in your ear, "You gonna break into pieces little Atlas if you don’t start fighting soon. Poor little boy hahaha!"

ERIK ATLAS: You SLAM me on my head and realize the hissing threat in my ear just might be right...head swiming... I show u my POWER agin.... grabbing your wrist with my left hand.... I PRESS up lifting you and plant a foot but dont try and stand with you on me rather launch a hard lift to the left rolling us
- your back HITs the mats and I tyhrash to face you holding that wrist up... four finger SPEARTHRUST into your deep armpit SPEARING the brachip plexus nerve under yur arm shivering PAIN through your arm and shivering it with numbness... SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR!!! tearing into that pit nerve working this to be worse than any ball shot!

CONAN THE DESTROYED: You grab my wrists and roll. Then those spears into my pit over and over again trying to take one of my massive arms out completely! AUghGHh! The pain is searing through my bicep grrrrrrr!!! Fuxk that hurts.... have to stop this guy before he destroys that arm - I raise my legs up wrap them around your neck in a figure four lock around your neck...I pull you off me! YESS!.. I shake my arm out trying to get sensation back - fucker!
-so you reckon worse than any ball shot hey little man I growl
-weell-lets see - Time for Atlas to hurt and scream
 -I slam into your soft balls the crowd shouting one teo
 -two three four five
 -let’s see shall we...

ERIK ATLAS: yur legs come round my head and thrash me off ou and my BALLS start taking nasty shots.... thrashing in pain pushing yur legs open kneeling between them holding them from closing on me... gagging from the ball shot pain

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Whilst you hold your balls I stand lift you up feet in the air jump and ddt you into the Matt quickly do the same again bang bang!! You hit the mat
- the matt shakes from the impact
- I stand there with one foot on your chest and again flex for the crowd
- grinning down at you... looking ataw in disgust. What an excuse for a Titan.

ERIK ATLAS: yu SLAM my head in a DDT.. arms UP trying to defend my head against the nasty slammm... nothing stops that momentum....shake my head and yur huge fuking foot on my chest I push on it to move it and aint moving.... OK... I see how this goes... leg up HEEL crushed into your balls LIFTING yu an inch off me dropping yu in yur ass SLAM on those big hangers of yurs
- getting up gasping from exertion and pain....

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Stand there flexing when wham!! Your heel hits my massive low hangers... I drop to the floor holding my sore nuts.... writhing from the impact.. UGHhhhhhh.....

ERIK ATLAS: yur still down... now my chance... I KICK yur balls again REAL hard! Keeping you down... Then I rock back and rebound off the ropes for speed and JUMP into the air... double boot STOMP on your guts driving 300 pounds at momentum on your core!
- I LIFT yur left arm
- FIRE in a flesh tearing PEC CLAW!
- I TWIST left and right sawing into that Nerve damage there
- pushing you onto your back tearing into your pec with me on top

CONAN THE DESTROYED: AWUuhhhh!! Mt left arm lifted - then your claw hits my left pec. I wanna scream but can't, no breath! You're tearing into the massive pecs of mine going for nerve damage on top of me owning my
maasive pec

ERIK ATLAS: I manage to KNEEL on one of your huge testicles... watching you shiver in pain as I saw into that pec with hands of brickbreaking power... fourfingers into your pit carving under that pec shelf hitting your top nerves aiming for cardiac nerves...TWIST right and left Screw-sawing deeper! hitting the rib cage and running between those top bones... most men scream from mere seconds of this... no idea what this beast will do... sweat running off me and hhurt a lot but pushing on... TWIST harder aiming for cardiac nerves that might even lkill a man

CONAN THE DESTROYED: I feel you going in towards my bones but know you can’t reach as the pecs are too thick for you. Your knee on one of my massive eggs. I growl -fuxker! Reach up with my right arm drag you head towards mine then some my head into yours ... fell this power boy

ERIK ATLAS: yur huge hand grabs my head, the big threat of using this hold... yu head SLAMS into mine... DAZED.... fukkk swimming my hand coming loose... gawddammit... slump on top of you, pushing yur legs away from me to limit counter attacks from those pythons....

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Grab you by the throat lift roll and place my whole body weight on you school boy pin you to the mat
- Let go of your neck slap your face
- you feel tough boy I jeer

ERIK ATLAS: yu roll ontop of me and smother me flat....head ROCKED by that huge paw slapping me!... sweat rolling off you and me both...my legs come up and CLAMP around your waist and lock behind you... mortals fear this lock... the DEATHSQUEEZE.... fire in my eyes I FLEX hard and SQUEEZE under yur ribs! inches carved off your waist adding to the double stomp damage I did...desperate to put you in some trouble...

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Your legs wrap around my waist and sweaty to squeeze you see the pain in my eyes,, I rake you across the eyes

ERIK ATLAS: AWUGHHHH.... My eye swelling shut from that face slap... you endure the worst of the squeeze carving into you...rake my face!.... blinded but dont need to see you to squeeze yu... CRANK power but this fight isnt going the way I hoped shift my hips to get more a side scissor lock...make about 3/4 turn into that CRUSHING hard agin...eye bleeding...your see blood running out of your armpit...scores some both men

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Fuxk moves into body scissors cutting into my abbs
- I flex hard against your onslaught
- not sure I can take much more
- fuxk those legs are strong

ERIK ATLAS: I find you gasping for air.... barely see you... rock u to your right side and start squeezing in pulses....PULSE...pulse....PULSE pulse...PULSE...pulse....PULSE pulse...PULSE...pulse....PULSE pulse.......the crushing about one a second is acting like a saw.... my hand finds yur left pec and CLAWS in again!... blood starts to run from your pec as my hand power is true...SQUEEZE and shred on that pec...trappimng your good right arm under you

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Good arm trapped pecs bleeding from the onslaught caught in this massive thighs of yours start to panic a little what to do losing breath starting to lose a little bit of
- consciousness

ERIK ATLAS: seeing yur face shift to concern and eyes start to droop.... SAWING my hips right and left squeeeEEEEeeezing another inch into your ribs watching you fight hard to breathe....TWIST that pec claw...yur hand in spasms as i rip important parts in there

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Arghhh pain and loss of consciousness come upon me all at once I start to go limp... can't keep breathing. Your legs so thick. Cutting my in half. Can't get them open.
-Great legs and impressive package

ERIK ATLAS: the ref sees u go out and Lifts yur hand and it drops...
- he waves his hands and calls the belll

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Left limp in the floor not aware of anything that happening

ERIK ATLAS: I drop back and gasp letting go and gasping from the deep effort it took to get you out.... yur waist looking bruised and yur pec blue from damage... Push you to yur back and lay on top

CONAN THE DESTROYED: I slowly come around dazed bartered and broken feel your weight on me your package resting on my massive glutes

ERIK ATLAS: I feel your massive back and ass... reaching my hand into your trunks probe that ass deep with two fingers.... "You gonna be my boyfriend?" I chuckle in yur ear

CONAN THE DESTROYED: Feel you invading my ass with your fingers... stretching my glutes apart to fine my man hole.... hear you whisper in my ear something about bf but not truly awake yet..

ATLAS WINS

stripping the clothes off the beast of a man and them himself, Atlas mounts this massive furry muscled beast and drives his cock into his waiting ass! His face in awe of the feeling of such a big man wrapped around his cock.

Conan squirms in pain at first, his fingers raking tears into the mats. His massive fist pounds the mats in pain, his wide back a special surfboard for Atlas to ride. Time blurs as Atlas hammers that ass over and over, the crowd seeing the texas Titan's ass humping in air, flexing hard with muscle and pumping his cock deep into the muscle monster beneath him.

both men roar as Atlas fills the poor monster and breed him true.

ERIK ATLAS VS THE GERMAN GIANT

ERIK ATLAS: The Wednesday night fight - at THE NAIL for HUMP DAY the big Texas fight club - I walk in after their first three matches are over. Many guys here already shirtless and had their first 5 beers... ERIK ATLAS... the names makes the men go crazy! I walk in ...6'5" 296 pounds... huge arms and chest bare and wide open for the men... they touch me all over as I come in.... hit the ring to a roar of horny men - they tell me my old German nemesis is in the house to take me on - and hell I sure don't remember having a German nemesis...?

I flex and warm up getting ready for my opponent... wearing red and black tiger striped squarecut thigh hugging shorts...Red boots... shirtless showing off my thick 61" chest - ready for action

FIGHTFREUND69: Andi... 6'5... 222 lbs... THE GERMAN GIANT... back at the Nail in Texas after a long time fighting around the world... pumped and ready to lay some nice pain on long time rival Erik... black trunks with red and golden stripes... German colors... black short boots... roll my neck as I climb the ring.... double biceps flex for the crowd... look you over.. "bro... it's been a long time... glad to get your ass in my hands again..."... yt

FIGHTFREUND 6'5" 222 POUNDS

ERIK ATLAS: OHmahgawd... its the big Andi and he aint a rookie no more. Even has some scars since I last saw him. Damm dude, wish someone loved him enuf to make him a real meal... I grin seein him wanting my ass... agin... the Nail rarely has a ref and this time ain't no different - fight to submission and winner uses the loser... I walk up to the big boy, one of the few men I can see eye to eye... "I see yur feeling lucky..." flex my right bicep at you showing you the POWER yur facing..."yu can kiss it if ya like?" grinning at taunting him with the muscle I remember drove him crazy....

FIGHTFREUND69: There is no ref and no rules so far in THE NAIL... and I love it... "Bro, I'm not into soft peaks, you can kiss yourself... and do it, before you get dragged away by your feet, like this dude, I've met on my way from the locker to the ring...."....
- I straighten up and my hands turn to fists... taking a  fighting stance... "ready for this...???"... the men over the edge for this main event.... some of them drunken already... other open zips and pull dicks out... stroking on those tall bodies of Andi and Erik....

ERIK ATLAS: I notice yur English has improved plenty.. I see you put up fists and step inside quick...PALM to your face and SHOVE with huge power behind it - I THRUST you into the corner behind you! I stand in the center ring grinning at you as the room explodes in howls of cheering support or crying foul....

FIGHTFREUND69: no ref, no rules, no bell.... winner has his fun with the loser until he is bored... You suddenly slap your palm to my face, pushing me into corner... but it's not your power alone driving me back... I willingly step back... and as you show your plastic grin for the crowd... I push off charging at you and ram my shoulder to your gut... my arms grip around your knees and tackle you to your ass... WHAMMMM.. as I grab your right boot heel and toes.... I lift that leg and TWWIIISSSTTT... I crank that foot several times really rough to wreck your ankle.... kicking the back of your right leg.... going for your hammies... The men roar and cheer... It's time for you to LOSE Atlas

ERIK ATLAS: HOLEESH!TBA!!S.... ya come out of the corner in fire... HIT my core hard and slam me to the mats ... then yur working to wreck my right leg.... I can take a lot of hits before real damage occurs but shit he's laying on the pain right away! Left leg free KICK you off me hard! rolling to get up....

FIGHTFREUND69: OOUUFFF... your left boot sends me back to the ropes... I expected this counter - I bounce off and come back at you, as you roll to your knees... jump on your back and take dominant control... long German legs scissor and slide around your waist... ankles locked to get a good ride and I flex tight cutting into your sides... good to hear you groan under the attack... ... as I wrap my left arm around your throat, going for the choke hold and slice the arm pressure deep in your Adam's apple... while my right hand reaches out for your right arm... trying to struggle it back not allowing you to push up good just with your left hand... "YEEAHHH...!!!".. some dudes like what they see...

ERIK ATLAS: You take an amazing fast rebound, you got huge size and good power but the speed is incredible! (I know once he found out the speed was his key tool I'd be in trouble...) You mount my back and I instinctively move to drop my chin before you lock that choke in well and SHIT you counter and saw under my chin anyway! I’m fighting the choke and feel yur legs slide around me, and way more thick and powerful than ever before. I flex barely in time – yur legs squeeze TIGHT around me - I'm on my knees and one hand locking my right arm back... I rock back to my knees and GRAB that choking arm and PEEL it off my Adam's apple slowly GASP a free breath....flexing my core harder to withstand the tight pressure mounting around my waist...yur legs around me makes my chest look huge as you compress my waist... I PLANT one foot and work to stand....

FIGHTFREUND69: DAMN... this muscle monster peels my choking arm off his throat... and I feel this fucking power again... giving him also 70 lbs in weight... as he tries to stand up... I drop the choke and GRIP your face with a left hand CLAW to your face... fingers in your nostrils and pull your head really rough back to settle you down and to regain control over your muscled body.... men rooooaarrrr in excitement, as I go rough and nasty on that bigger muscled dude....

ERIK ATLAS: AWUUGHH... yur raking attack on my face rocks my head back and fucks my balance falling back ON YOU.. I shake my head FURIOUSLY to get your hands off my face.... and DRIVE three hard elbow shots to your ribs firing back with huge arm power! SLAM SLAM SLAM! yur legs still tight around me and my core flexed armor tight holding your power at stalemate there for now but fighting hard - reminding you the power and fury of ATLAS!

FIGHTFREUND69: OOUUFFF... drop on back with your 296 lbs on me... my legs still locked tight around your waist grinding tighter and tighter… locked in good around your tight waist – your wide muscled back against my chest, like a slab of meat, but I got my legs cur under your lats -  I take your elbows to my ribs and fight the painful impact... I use the momentum of the fall to put the rear naked choke hold with both arms tightly locked around your neck on... "FUCKK YEEAHH...!! You will lose Atlas – prepare for humiliation!".. a few of the guys roar... many of the Texas fools look shocked, as the local hero is in trouble early in the match.. my dick stiffened rock hard laying 12 o clock in my German colored trunks... presses against your lower back... yt

ERIK ATLAS: GRRRRRRRR.... you lock in that choke hard, one arm around my throat, the other locked on top of my head...legs grinding on my waist and I flex hard against burning power resisting the power of those long legs and the super leverage you got with them... sweat standing on me from the effort... you feel my waist heaving as I still push to breathe... head swimming from the intensity of the choke... I grab the top lock on the choke and PEEL that down loosening the choke shaking my head hard to loosen that death grip on my head and neck.... I THRASH hard left and turn in your scissor grip a quarter turn, turning the straight scissors with your knee over my guts pushing you to your back... reaching for those ankles to pry out...GRAB and seriously loosen that hold fighting hard to escape the long legs and spidery trap

FIGHTFREUND69: I’ve put down so many so-called heels in the last weeks of my journey through the US – they were defeated and put in their places. I'm glad to fight Erik tonight, to show off my better skills and to earn a big win, before I go home at Germany.… He has at a huge body and years of champion experience – his days of victory are over...soon.
- I fight your neck and try to weaken you good, as you manage to loosen the choke hold. I fight your efforts but you turn in the bodyscissor... DAMNNN... I can keep him in pain even better now – I tighten the hold again... but I can't stop that twist... I let you turn around and open scissor... pulling my legs really close to my head and lock them quickly around your neck... locking you in figure-4-leg-lock... on my back... keep the crossed right boot by my left hand and YAAANNNKKKK... to put more pressure on your neck... while my right elbow BASHES your face... aiming for your nose, BAMM your eye socket BAMMM, your mouth... BAMMM - whatever I can hit.... the crowd is devided and near riot... some roar... some moan in fear and shock... yt

ERIK ATLAS: You fight me like yur life depended on it... the legs trap me agin like coils and lock on a dangerous fig 4 headlock...yu fire strikes at my head....driving you to your back ... it's time to get nasty on the boy... I DRIVE with both legs pedaling and skidding you back on the mats to the ropes... yur head just under the bottom rope and GRAB yur head through the ropes LIFT yurt head and CHOKE you on the bottom rope! I rock back my weight DOUBLING your choke! Flexxing my neck hard resisting your blackout attempt with the figure four watching your face turn red

FIGHTFREUND69: This man is cunning and slippery when he’s stuck in trouble - the mighty ERIK ATLAS shoves me under bottom rope and yanks my head up, choking my throat against the rope... GGAAARNGHHHH... I gag and gulp... eyes widened... fighting for air, fighting for life - both men choking each other... looks like a draw... I can't drop the figure-4-headlock so far... cause it's a bad position, been forced under the rope... I flex hard summoning deeper power and YAANNNNKKK my leg harder cinching the leg scissors tighter, trying to get you weaker... . My legs flexing hard with muscle standing out and veins showing a map of power woven through my legs - with my left hand I go desperately dirty... A hard stabbing thrust digging my finger in your left eye  - trying to get you off me... the arousal of the horny men in the house gets more intense as more and more dicks smacking in the hands of the audience...

ERIK ATLAS: AWUGHHHH head trapped and yur raking my eye!!! OK have to make this a power move.. I DRIVE my head down into your crotch and DRIVE PUSH as hard as my legs can drive you FURTHER under the ropes and me with you.... I get a good burst of speed and we shoot out under the ropes! you slip over the apron and HIT the floor with me on TOP! the impact BREAKS the hold and drives yur breath out.... Gasping and shaking my dazed head coughing and choking... I feel my right eye bleeding and my neck dented in where your legs were squeezing – My right eye bleeding... shit! I roll off you and stand....KICK yur ribs!

FIGHTFREUND69: UUUNNGGGGHHH... shoved out of ring I crash on floor and your body weight on me... gasp, as you stand up and kick my ribs... AARRGHHH.. those powerful legs of yours drive a brutal hit... your boots slam deep in my ribcage.... the crowd jumps to their feet... and so do I - I come pivot around on my back, powerful legs flash out and scissor both legs around your right leg capturing you! As you go for the next kick... the leg I've worked earlier... pull and scissor it... take you down to your ass... I lock on a grip on that trapped boot working that ankle lock! I TWIIISSTTTT that boot again wrenching it hard... I will hurt you and to snap your ankle... As you work with that pain, my right boot sinks DEEP into your babymakers.... your eyes wide with shock and pain – There’s some dirty agony for you there… making up for many losses I had to you.

ERIK ATLAS: Your legs flash out and grab my leg - I hit the floor on my ass, cold and solid and see the crowd rushing to see the action on the floor... thrashing to get my legs free and I....OH FUKKKK.... You nail my balls.... gawwwwdammm..... holding my stones groaning in pain... ankle getting worked hard...PULL my knees close...rocking my body forward to you – your hands too busy wrecking my ankle to block this - I FINGER POKE to your face Stabbing your right eye...you react in pain and I thrash free before u shred the tendons in my ankle... holding my crotch in pain from that brutal kick, but hafta get some space... hauling myself up... My legs not ready to hold me up and I fall again from the pain… OK thats not good enough.. one more time - working to stand...

FIGHTFREUND69: AAARRGHH... lose the grip of your leg as you stab my right eye... FUUCKKK... feeling the dirty pay-back pain, same as I've given you earlier... GGROOWWLLL.... struggle up... blinking that eye.... Only half blind I watch your position ... With speed I fire a kick backward! WHAACCKKKK... I kick your jaw and stun you... yur drop as yur stumbling to get up - I grab your hair and pull you up to your wobbly feet... and WHAAMMMM... slam your face on apron... your face leaves a sweaty bloody stain on the apron! Keeping you hurt and dazed, I drag you to the steel corner post and smash your face against the post... WHAAMMM... the mighty Texan reeling... this will be a big win for the German....!!!... Texan home town fans shocked over the edge.... they can take consolation in knowing their hero will come in second place tonight

ERIK ATLAS: Yur all over me like a fungus again! Jaw kiCkED! rEELING ... I see the apron coming up SLAM!... head reeling... post coming.... OH NO NO hands up SLAMMM - my hands block the damage but not the momentum... slamm into the post... stumble and DROP on my back.... reeling from two nasty head shots...

FIGHTFREUND69: the former mighty Texan fighter ERIK ATLAS on his back... I STOMP on your chest and speak, “Stop me!” Ispit right into your face... Laughing at your offense. Then I raise arms... "YEEESSSSSS...!!!!"... time to fuck this stunned muscle boy right now... I hook your neck and thigh... lift your heavy body up on apron... and roll you under bottom rope in ring... then I adjust my dick... climb the apron and strep through ropes... “I will fuck you into unconsciousness... smartphones flashes... taking pics...

ERIK ATLAS: You spit in my face.... some men forget the rules in moments of passion, and yu probably never saw this.... the RAGE that happens when a man SPITS on me....You toss me in the ring, and that's a good feat of power in itself... but stroking yur tool thinking this is OVER? you love the cameras for a sad moment of distraction, and turn – suddenly LIFTED a half meter from the mats by my HEEL driving into your crotch! You crumble like paper in the rain and hit the mats... roll on top of you...blood running from my head... bleeding eye... and FURY written in steel blue eyes...A SHOWER OF PUNCHES drop on your head and neck!

FIGHTFREUND69: I give your fans the middle finger as I step in ring... out to fuck that local hero right in front of their eyes..... BBRRRAAAAAHHHHH...!!!... as your boot heel drills hard into my nuts - I'm lifted up then collapse onto the mat.... "FUUUCKK... SCREEEWW YOU...!!!"... howl in pain ... cupping my broken nuts... as you mount me and.... UNNNGGHH.. .NOOOO... as hailstorm of fists busts my face open... eye cuts... lip open... blood and sweat splattering around... GGROOWWLLLL.... trying to catch your hands... but FUCKING ROCKED now...

ERIK ATLAS: My is now hand planted flat on your face - I pivot off the mount position lifting legs off you, using your face as a mount for my weight... knee comes down in a sharp KNEE strike to the right side of your ribs! The practice version of this move is much more elegant like a handstand, but this one, my head still reeling , my balls a pelvic pain- my knee lands and scores a brutal amount of damage in your ribs but I collapse on you - chest on chest, side mount...Push off you and grab yur hair..."NEVER spit on me! EVER!" raging in your face!

FIGHTFREUND69: OOUUNNGGG... you push your big palm on my hand as you pivot to my right side and... CRUUSSHHHH... kick knees in my ribcage... my ribcage feels like he is been shoved away for inches to the other side... ribs on fire... as you drop over me... chest on chest... side mount to my right side... pulling me up by my hair...
- this texan dude is fucking rough... he is muscled and brutal.... but this isn't over yet....!!!... You howl at me like an animal with your throat wide open… unfortunate for Atlas - I dig my two left fingers right into your throat... STABBB!... your head lifts from the force of the shot and your thick body comes off me some... not waiting to see if that scores pain on you, I raise my left leg and wrap it around your head... I catch you in a headscissor... really pulling on my right boot forcing my legs to lock, I tighten the deadly figure-four-headlock around your neck again... “Poor muscleman forgot he needs to breathe...Foolish rage Atlas.”I pull my right arm back... WAMM WAMM WAMM... knock elbows in your left side.... going to sleeper you out in my figure-4-headlock...

ERIK ATLAS: you lash yur legs around my head in my rage.... "GRRRRRRR...... .OK........ FINE!" .... this is going to be the ugly finish of either him or me.... I grab your shoulders… and Pull my weight back to my knees lifting your back off the floor; I PLANT my right foot..... BURN POWER to stand... and LIFT.... you come off the floor – we’re outside the ring... on the hard cement floor .... I DROP YOU ON YOUR BACK on the hard concrete floor HARD... the floor is solid and unforgiving... your head bounces like a basketball as we collide with the floor... I SHOVE on your legs hard as we hit and push out... barely escape assisted by sweat slick skin... I roll off you and – as all will learn – even in pain, I get up ....

FIGHTFREUND69: I tighten the figure-4-headlock and try to fight your strong bull neck, as you stand up and lift us over ropes... FUUCKKKKK... as you drop me on back down to the hard concrete floor... AARRNNGHHH... spine on fire... my head bounces off... seeing stars... I reach instinctively for the back of my head and touch some blood.... as you roll off and get up....
- FUUCKKKK... this Texan fighter is brutal... I throw my hand on apron and pull me up... not giving him any chance to attack me first... and as I note you coming from behind at me... MULE KIIICCKKKK.. you right in the balls... turn around... push hands on apron... jump and drop kick you against your chest... BAMMMMM... sending you with your back over the barricade.... the local fans in shock.... yt

ERIK ATLAS: I'm getting up and closing on the big German... those long fucking legs, power and reach.... AWUUUUUUUUUUU !!! yur heel comes back and cleaves me in the crotch hard sending my potaters into my pelvic bone... before I can fall yur up and KICK me back... hit the barrier and fall into the arms of the ravenous crowd... men touching me... some supporting, some not... dazed and in amazing pain on my back wanting to curl into a ball from the pain....

FIGHTFREUND69: I stagger to the rails holding my head and see the men all shocked, scattering and getting up from their chairs – the combat has bled into the crowd. I step over the rails like they were tiny… Only fools hope to stay in our way. I’m reeling from the expense of power this fight is taking – but I reach for a discarded metal chair.. quickly fold it ... As I swing it the fools in the audience scatter! SLAMMMMM it right onto your head.. as you try to pull up....  I grab your right boot... lift your leg up and... CLAANNNGGG.... slam your knee on the top of the metal barricade... going to hurt this thick leg more... The crowd is screaming and I’m deep in a crowd of his friends - I get over the barricades and slide into ring... up to my feet... fist bump my chest.. RROOAAAARRR.... "THE GIANT GERMAN...!!!"....

ERIK ATLAS: You are tested hard and wildly swinging... many men around me and I see you coming with the chair... you SWING... I pull a loudmouthed punk in the way SLAMMMM him good... yu barely notice missing me.... but grab my knee and SLAM it over the barricade.... red bruising immediately...! AWUGHHhhhFUWKKKK.... rolling on the floor... yu get into the ring and I feel more men all over me... I shove them back and climb over the barricade... clutching something in my hand... I beat this bastard over 15 times and he barely laid a hand on me... now he's way more dangerous.... walking around the ring getting my bearings and finally roll back into the ring ready to be attacked...
- You close with me and you see I have a beer can in my hand SLAM it into your forehead!

FIGHTFREUND69: a bit wondered, that you come that fast in the ring, though I hit your head with the metal chair... but then I assume... you managed to dodge that rough hit... as you... UUNNNGGGGG... slam that can in my forehead... has me reeling back and I land against the ropes.... trying to keep my footage.... as I shake my head off... twist face in pain... check my forehead and there is a bit of blood..... "BIIITTCHHH...".... push off ropes and run... sink shoulder to your gut to tackle you down...


ERIK ATLAS: Still tested hard, choked, head bashed, leg a mess... you HIT me hard and we go down... scrambling on the mats...shoving you hard to get you in position.... my massive legs come up and SLAM around yur body.... clamp tight.... you feel HOT sweat slick muscle lock on like u have many time before and I SQUEEEEEEEEEZE yur body without mercy!!

FIGHTFREUND69: I take the mighty ERIK ATLAS down to his back.... this is probably my best fight against him... and I'm ready to finish him off... as you thick legs scissor around my waist... AAANNGGHHHH... I arch up and twist my face in pain... NO NO not this NO! fighting the scissor hold... gasp and suck air... but with each breath... the scissor tightens more... Your thick legs pulsing with inhuman power force me to twist and shake in that hold... gaaaaaasppingg... but losing breath... AANNGHHHHH.... NO this was my victory…. I am trying to survive as I get squeezed like a python has me in his coils... out to kill.... yt

Andi's Nightmare

ERIK ATLAS: OHHHH lucky fortune for me as yu slowed down and got caught in the hellish Atlas DEATHSQUEEZER... I PUMP a hard crushing pulse into your body... you always had a narrow waist and built tight with muscle – my 33" quads CRUSH into your core carving into you - rocking you to your side pinning your right arm under u... sweat running off me and breathing hard from the effort... I SQUEEZE deeper sawing my legs left and right around your body

FIGHTFREUND69: OOMMGGGGG... screaming and moaning as you push me to the side... pinning my right arm under me... feeling sick... could vomit right now... so much pain in my gut... those fucking strong legs cut my body in half.... NNNGGGGGGGGGG... fighting the pain... slap my left palm in your face and put a fucking rough face claw on it.. My arm ripples as I drive power into your skull crushing the life out of your brain! My core is collapsing… I have to do anything to get you out of this... yt

ERIK ATLAS: My head was a throbbing dull pain from the attacks earlier... yur back is hard tested by that slam on the concrete...now crushed in my power mancrushing boduscissors-  I’m surprised by your quick hand strike... The tall German has big hands and yu sink yur powerful fingers into my head! AWUUUGHHHH!!!... my legs loosen around you... AWUUUGHHHHghhh..... the pain is blinding! my hands come up working to rip yur hand off my head...SLAM my huge fist on your wrist again and again... I caint get free! My legs still got you.... UGHHhhh Ohmahgawd! The pain in my head is blinding and leeching my power.... desperate… I SLAM a fist up under yur hand and RIP yur hand off me...! AUGHHHHH the tearing pain hurts worse for a flash…. I grab yur wrist to keep that off me and FLEX my legs!

FIGHTFREUND69: my face claw has the wanted effect. You scream in pain as I catch you in my deadly claw! Your legs looser on me, I suck a lot of fresh air... then you strike my wrist just right from beneath... AARRRGHHHH... fist hits my wrist... it fucken hurts... then you slam my hand off... AARRNNGHHH... I try to twist in your scissor or to slide out... but it isn't possible so far.... my left hand sore... I shake the pain off... FUUCKKKK... in panic now... turn head and spit in your face again... desperate right now.... yt

ERIK ATLAS: yu SPIT at me?!?! From a dark place where fury is stored, my legs find power... Quads straighten and SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE the living FUCK out of you POWERED BY RAGE crushing the life out of you! I FLEX a burst of power and CRUSH hard and ANOTHER... I feel something go THUMPF inside you and GRIN cuz I know something broke.... "Come on, spit on me again bitch! Bet it’s BLOOD this time!"

FIGHTFREUND69: "AAAAAAAARRGHH.. FUUCKKNNN... NOOOOO..".... CRAACCKKKK.. "AAAIIEEAHHH....".. ribs snap and crack, as you tighten the squeeze hold... I feel sick deep inside... trying to breathe in panic... as much as I can in this tight hold... flopping around like a dying fish.... you order me to spit again... I can't... totally wrecked in this scissor hold... ROOOARR... MOOOANNN... your fans cheer and laugh.... yt

ERIK ATLAS: "YOu were so close.…" I know I just stole your victory -  I FLEX another brutal crushing SQUEEEEEEZE..... and PUNCH yur face with a HUGE fist over and over.... crushed and battered... your victory chances waning.....

FIGHTFREUND69: I collapse in those thick legs, as you squeeze the life out of my body.... mouth stands open... drooling... unable to breathe... eyes crossed.... ribs crank and snap... all sore and hurting... I tap your thick thigh slightly... tap tap tap...

ERIK ATLAS: I release the crush and DROP to my back.... most of my power feuled from rage and spending deep reserves... but that's fading as you tap... DING DING... the bell rings and the place goes crazy....thick python legs draped around your body loosely, gasping for air on my back holding my head.... gawdddamm... - the crowd on their feet howling for me to fuck you...

FIGHTFREUND69: I slump to the mat exhausted... only thing I can do is do slide my hand slowly over my face... cupping my sore face and eyes... FUUCKKK... was so close to win against Erik... but this texan fight machine took me apart again... low breathing... torn down like an worn out shoe.... yt
14:56 ERIK ATLAS: I slowly strip off my shorts revealing a hard cock... gawd yur muscled big German body still heating my balls....rock ont top of you and smother yur face driving my cock into your mouth!

FIGHTFREUND69: suddenly all 296 lbs slide over me... and your... MMMPPPFFFFFFFF... thick cock drills in my mouth... can't do anything... it grows and fills my mouth... down to the throat... can't breathe... your weight on me... gagging... choked.... tap your thick thigh again... tap tap tap tap tap..... yt

ERIK ATLAS: heheh yur tapping... I GRAB yur head and ROLL to my back... letting you breathe but insistant that yur gonna service me bitch

FIGHTFREUND69: my skull impaled on your thick dick you roll to your back and order me to service you... eyes watery... try to breathe through nose... as I suck and gag on that thick dick of yours... your fans going nuts... the German giant sucking that Texan dick.... yt

ERIK ATLAS: OHHHH yur mouth is still champion cock loving material... head back .... yur working hard and we're both spent badly..... I PUMP a shot into your face hard groaning like a beast UGHHGhnghnghnghn!

FIGHTFREUND69: at least I got at taste of your Texan cream... after that brutal loss... but this rivalry isn't over... I tasted my chance to win... and I'll overpower you soon... END.... :-))))))

ATLAS WINS

NOTE: Andi has been fighting me for about 3 years now and I've beaten him about 15 times. this is the closest he's come in fighting me. He in a native German speaker and I helped him get English cyber down. It's amazing how men from non-English speaking countries come here to cyber and work out all the strange and subtle uses of language to make cyber in English work. If you are one of those men, I salute you.  That's amazingly DIFFICULT. Andi is an amazing player – get a change to ask him for a match.