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GREGORY PAYNE VS AGENT JAMES MASON - TREMORS
The Syndicate is planning a shipment of illegal drugs out of Puget Sound in Seattle Washington - Agent James Mason aims to stop them. Gregory Payne, villain and freelancer, super strong and raging insane sets a trap for James Mason. Before they are finished, Seattle lies in ruins and they battle in the chilling and haunting Seattle undercity.
TREMORS
tremors
GREGORY PAYNE
The docks in Seattle, WA, the Pike St Ferry. The drug shipment was set to go out at 1 am. The approach to the ferry loading bay is through the tunnels of a massive parking garage. Cars, trucks, Bicycles, and pedestrian traffic all have pathways to make way through the docking system. This late at night, the pedestrian pathways were empty except for my target, Agent James Mason.
I got wind of his attempt at disrupting the shipment, and sure enough he made way onto the boat, planting some explosive devise set probably, to discharge at some depth. And the whole shipment would sink into the Puget Sound. He would be able to watch, smug with his goody delight at picking at the scabs of a wounded world.
I am Gregory Payne. I have been reduced to the foolish task of making money to merely live. Fortunes change. I took the job. in my black turtleneck and cargo pants. Boots, hood. I love Seattle. It's fashionable to look like a terrorist operative. 6'3" weighing a 293 heavy pounds. muscled for battle, idle waiting for the trap to be sprung.
James Mason, the poor man that must die, he would have to walk to the parking facility on 1st street. He would walk past the old 22 story red brick Ships Bell Hotel, now another refit to be one of those detestable Starbucks. (They pushed drugs, and it was called cuisine. The Syndicate pushes, its a crime. Irony)
The old brick wall, set with a side venting explosive aiming head level at a range of 3' to give our agent a brick splattering funeral as soon as he walks past the laser "tripwire." He's coming! And YES! He walks into the box! A 30 x 30 area by adjacent the wall. I activate laser trips surrounding his position and watch from across the street in the Warfer bar. If he misses the primary, he will retreat into secondaries that bring the whole wall down instead.
I start to leave, exit the bar, the light cold air refreshing.
Then some dark fate speaks. The ground shakes. Seattle is very seismically active, so it seems. Its not much of a tremor. Maybe a 4. The dust falling from the bricks. NO! NO NO NO NO! My blood raged and I feel my augmented muscles flex trying to act, tearing my boned painfully with their enhanced power. Anger is not good for me. As I feared dust falling from the old wall illuminated the laser box. SHIT!
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The earth shakes James, and you see lining the sidewalk, a hazy box of red laser light circling the sidewalk and crisscrossing in front of you, illuminated by the dust. To get to your car you must go up the hill. left of you is another laser line 2' from your ankle. behind you a crisscrossing of 6 lines from many points.
Behind you is the special syndicate ferry set to sink shortly after shoving off.
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AGENT JAMES MASON
The Syndicate was at it again, this time in Seattle, WA. It was a bit far from my normal stomping grounds, but we still maintained fairly good relations with the Yanks, and no one was more familiar with the Syndicate operations than me. I'd made it my personal mission to bring them down, bit by bit, operative by operative, shipment by shipment.
They had developed a new drug, with the street name B. It caused a highly addictive state of blissful euphoria in about 90% of users. But in the other 10.... it caused brutal psychotic breaks. They'd tried pushing this drug in London, taking over the local organizations, flooding the city with it. They had raked in the cash, and the resulting chaos, the rash of bizarre murders from psychotic bastards going on a rampage had nearly brought the city to it's knees. I had spent nearly three months infiltrating their distribution organization, going deep undercover, until I discovered the link with the Syndicate. From there, I used ... other channels... to figure out where the head of the snake was, and cut it off. I still had nightmares about some of the shit I saw as a result of B.
When we got word that the Syndicate was spreading their operations to Seattle to try again, we let our Yankee mates in on the tip. To our shock, they actually listened and behaved with something approaching rationality and requested my aid in exchange for other favors. So here I was in Seattle in the middle of the night. It reminded me a bit of London, the cold, the damp. Not the people though. I was still getting used to the strange vibe of the culture here. Part goth, part save the planet all mixed up into a very interesting stew. I had decided I liked it though.
It had been easy enough to disguise myself as a night watchman for the ferry port and plant a timed C4 charge on the ship which was carrying, cleverly smuggled in it's hold, a shipment of B worth about 10 million pounds. When it made it's way out into the Puget sound the next day, it would soon be exploring the wonders of the sea floor. Awkward for the crew and the ship, since it was not a submarine. I chuckled to myself.
It was a bit chilly tonight, as I walked out of the tunnel leading from the parking garage which served as the entrance to the ferry loading bay. I had changed out of my night watchmen's disguise, and now wore a simple pair of jeans, casual shoes, and a simple white button up. I had a overcoat on, and pulled it tight against the cold. The overcoat also helped conceal the pistol and knife that I rarely went without, strapped onto my belt. I always took precautions, I didn't think my mission had been compromised, but I didn't become an MI6 agent by being optimistic. Be prepared. Always. For anything.
I started whistling as I left the tunnel, a large brick hotel towered over me to my right, and to my left, across the street, an old, run down bar, "Warfer" apparently. Strange name for a pub. I see nothing unusual in my surroundings, and I only have to get up to the top of the hill to reach my car and get back to my lodgings for some sleep.
Suddenly, the earth shakes. What the... I freeze, brace myself, balancing perfectly. Not a large tremor, but enough to cause a fine haze of dust to sift down from the old bricks to the street. Every sense I possessed went from it's normal high alert to red alert as the deadly red lines of laser light popped into focus, courtesy of the dust. Well. Apparently nature had just saved my life. I had no doubt this was a trap, and it was for me. Whoever had set this trap would no doubt be in the vicinity, and I was not about to stay frozen here like a duck in a shooting gallery.
The lasers were thickly crisscrossing the area, and it was only sheer chance that I had not tripped them yet. Looking behind me, they were just as thickly active, and I realized that the whole system had likely only activated as soon as I walked into the perfect kill zone. Someone had been watching for me. I scanned the area... I swallowed. Outside the bar stood a very large man, and he did not look at all happy. He looked like a terrorist on steroids, and strangely, he almost fit in. He was definitely suspect number one.
I slide my ankle back from the line nearest me, judging the distance behind me I needed to get past to be clear of the laser lines. There was no time to carefully walk through the crisscrossed network of lines, he might have another way of triggering his trap. I turned, coiled up my legs like huge springs, and leapt forward in a huge leaping dive, clearing the over 8 feet of criss crossing lasers, back towards the tunnel to the ferry loading bay. It was a massive leap.
I kept my 220lbs of muscle in top physical form, and trained intensively for all situations. My time in the SAS had taught me that my most valuable weapon and defense was my body. I shoulder rolled onto the pavement, then sprang up to my feet, darting suddenly behind a large litter bin, reaching down inside my overcoat to pull out my pistol. Looks like it might be a long night.
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GREGORY PAYNE
You leap and jump for cover and hope for the best. You hit the ground and behind you a detonation - ka-FOOOMMMM!!!! If you were standing there seconds ago, the explosive device set in the wall would have blows a half ton of bricks at you with incredible violence! Your trapmaster, however, did not plan for the Tremors beforehand. The Ship's Bell was old, built on top of old things. Over its years, Seattle had been victim to earthquake and fire. The coming collapse will not come as a surprise to many locals, but a terrible spectacle to behold. Your leap carries you up the hill away from the slope of the collapse. It falls seaward and toward the Warfer. A huge plume of dust rises and billows over the area as the red brick wall comes down and the floors of the building after it. The baked red bricks sound almost glass like falling like pottery!
if that alarm isn't enough for you, the pavement under you cracks! before you can move position, through the plume of dust, my raging attack arrives... I hit you in a rushing tackle and the pavement cracks..!
TUMBLING AND FALLING!
We land in an amazing underground place
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Debris still raining down from the wreckage above, dim lights show an underworld hidden from most eyes. I tackle you hard again and land on you!
"This is better and better..." said with a thick Russian accent, dripping in sarcasm. I strip off my jacket revealing a muscle furry body, power and masculine excellence. "And now I kill you Agent Mason. It will be painful."
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AGENT JAMES MASON
I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised when suddenly there is a detonation, followed by an eruption of bricks and dust. I don't even have time to think as the wave of bricks and glass and the guts of a building as old as the city spill out onto the street, raising an impenetrable curtain of dust.
The collapse must have destabilized the ground under me, because suddenly the pavement I'm standing on cracks and I scramble frantically to keep my footing, any thoughts of being the target of an assassination attempt temporarily replaced by the higher priority of staying on my feet. But, out of the dust something huge leaps out and tackles me.
A creature of some kind, it must be, huge and hairy and massive, my pistol is knocked clear out of my grip as suddenly the pavement cracks and disintegrates beneath us, and we tumble and fall in a spiraling chaotic fury filled with whirling debris and sifting dust. We hit with a crunch down below. I'm hurt, and dazed by the fall. Debris is sifting down through the air, and I look around in amazement at what looks to be some kind of underground street, dusty, shabby, littered with wooden debris.
I try to get up, but suddenly the creature that I took for a bear tackles me again, and I'm pinned hard to the ground. Oh man, as if that fall wasn't enough. I look up and see that my attacker is not a bear, but a mountain of a man, and as you strip your jacket off my eyes pop out of my head at the thick dense furry hairy muscle. It's mind boggling. Your accent is thick, clearly Russian and somehow your statement concerning my impending death doesn't really surprise me.
I gasp from your heavy weight on top of me, managing to get out in a wheeze, "Would you mind terribly if we were to postpone my imminent death? It's really not convenient just now." My hand clutching, searching for anything grabs a large wooden pole, discarded for who knows how long, I swing it desperately towards your head needing to get your massive weight off of me before my ribs get crushed.
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GREGORY PAYNE
I fall and land without harm... my reflexes and training paying off. As fate would have it , landing on top of you. "I am inconvenient.." I laugh... but UAWGHGH! You rock me off you with the strike from that wooden beam... Rolling to my feet as you do, you see my chest and skin WRITHE with strange textures like snakes forming and moving under my skin and my eyes blaze with FURY. "NOW you will pay..." I close and grab the wooden beam from your hands tearing it hard from your grip! Tossing it aside closing to grapple
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
I'm stunned as you rip that wooden beam out of my hands as if I were a little kid. The strange writhing and odd movement beneath your skin strike me as utterly unnatural. What kind of freak was I dealing with? This was unreal!
I roll aside, needing to keep my distance. Grappling with you would be a supremely bad idea, but I might not have any choice. I back up and bump against a wooden beam. Maybe, just maybe, speed is my advantage. I sure as hell hoped so, because otherwise I was afraid my death might be very imminent indeed. I tensed, forming a quick plan. Surely, with all your mass, you would not be able to stop or change directions easily once you committed to a charge. I waited, hoping you would charge at me, then I would dive out of the way at the last second and let you smash yourself against the wooden beam behind me.
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GREGORY PAYNE
Grinning madly with the fury roiling in me. OH you had to hit me. No matter, I have come here to shred your body to parts. Wordless in my thoughts I charge at you ready for you to dodge and flee - You move fast and I hit the beat WITH MY FEET and LAUNCH off the beat at your back... I HIT your back!! we tumble again...
"NOW you will know power and Payne!" Right handed - I GRAB your left pectoral muscle in an IRON grip pulling you into me rolling - you land on your back pulled into my legs - they CLAMP on your body and lock hard and tight - I feel the augmentations in my legs fire on and the crushing power GRINDS into you hard! My fingers drill into your chest and bruising becomes a leaking set of cuts into your skin! LEFT fist up ready to hammer you over and over...
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AGENT JAMES MASON
I'm fast, but apparently not only are you massive, you are just as fast. Fuck. You slam into my back like a MAC truck. Actually, a MAC truck might have been slightly preferable. I'm thrown heavily to the ground, we roll and suddenly your right hand seizes my thick, powerful left pec through my shirt. I gasp from the pressure, as your fingers dig into my hard muscle like miniature spears, snapping muscle fibers and wrecking my proud pec.
But worse is yet to come, as we roll, your legs open like a steel trap, but sadly for me, your legs appear to be slightly harder than steel as the wrap around my core. Then, I feel a strange writhing coming from your legs, my skin crawls in disgust,and then I feel the pressure. I gasp and my eyes bulge out of my sockets, the pressure is enormous. I try to hold a flex, and keeping my abs flexed is taking every single ounce of strength and willpower I possess. I know I can't keep the flex for long, I've never felt strength like this before. I don't know what you are, but you aren't entirely ... human. Suddenly I gasp again, your fingers have driven so deeply into the thick meat of my pecs that they punctured the muscle in several places, and my shirt begins to turn dark and damp from the leaking blood.
You are literally tearing me apart. I guess it's time to see how good I am. My SAS training sure never prepared for anything quite like this. But I'm good at improvisation. Your left fist rises up as you have me trapped in the body scissors. My left pec is a lost cause at this point, the pain is lancing through the muscle like a flood, and I have no choice but to ride it like a surfer rides a wave. I have to get free, or I'll be killed. I can't keep the flex up much longer.
My body, my will, my mind are all being pushed to the limit. I reach up with my right hand, hold it like a post, and catch your left fist as it hammers down. It's like someone hits my hand with a goddamn sledgehammer, but I can't let that fist hammer me. I concentrate, trying to hold your fist.
My left hand reaches out, and grabs your beard, just able to reach. My bicep flexes as I pull your head close to me by your beard, my arm trembles. The savage damage to my left pec continues, and my left arm is weakened considerably as a result. But I get your head in closer, then suddenly, release your beard, and drive both my fingers into your eyes. If that doesn't make you let go... oh fuck. That might be the end of Agent James Mason. My flexed abs are starting to buckle... I can't hold much longer.... My left pec is about to be torn off my chest... blood staining my shirt... I've been in a lot of tight spots before... but not like this.
- - - -
GREGORY PAYNE
I can never escape the engulfing emotional fury when my augmentations engage - but there is a calm space in my head that watches life like a biologist dissecting a frog. I see you panicking - and you should. My hand is set into you pectoral muscle and now not just breaking skin, TEARING muscle. blood now soaking your handsome nice clean shirt. Your body trained for lethal fighting flexing hard but this is a losing battle and I feel your body compress and crush inward.
YOU CATCH my fist!
Impressive - almost laughing at your childish attempt at pulling my beard as if you wished you could grow one, little man. Pulling back my fist you carve into my eyes!
The pain in my head and face is blinding and my calm laboratory of clinical observation shatters. "I WILL KILL YOU!" My legs and arms shudder from the pain loosening your discomfort for moments but you can not gain escape from my hand locked into your pectoral muscle. I TWIST roughly SHAKING your body - even blinded I KNOW where you are. My legs flex harder and I couldn't stop them if I wanted to - the attack routine is locked in and rage robs me of turns on this road. I just want to hear you groan and cry in pain.
The GROUND HEAVES like waves in earth. The seers of science have warned this part of the city will fall in the ocean one day and suddenly precariously tilts 10 degrees that direction rolling us!
We settle and you are forced face down, my legs still around you - I am recovering sight as i see my bloody hand somehow freed from your chest. Am sad - wanted to see your torn pectoral in my hand.
My keepers will have to reset me. I am an animal right now and won't be able to report. I hate my life. I hate this place. I hate YOU! [do not ask why, I don't even remember] MY legs SQUEEZE you driving your face into the dirty tunnel floor. Writhing augmentations ripple under the skin of my legs - and you have a handsome ass - SLAP that ass as you suffer and die...
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AGENT JAMES MASON
My fingers jabbed into your eyes buys some slight relief, but not much. It's enough though, just enough to slide my body forward so that your deadly thighs are over my hips, before suddenly the scissors comes back stronger than ever. Not before time, because my flex collapsed utterly at that point, I had no strength left to keep it up.
My right hand lowers like a supporting beam, locking onto your incredibly powerful thigh, my entire right side straining to keep your legs from slipping fully back over my abs and ribs.
I'm being tested and pushed to my utter limits.... and beyond. I want to scream with the agony as you further shred my left pec, more blood seeping out. It's totally ruined. The pain is unbelievable. My abs and ribs are throbbing, and now, even my hips are starting to ache as your incredible strength threatens to crush my pelvic bone.
You shake my body as if I were some kind of chew toy in the mouth of a rabid dog, the force is stunning, and all I can do is breathe through the pain, and keep my right hand locked onto your thigh. If those legs slip back around my abs and core, I'm a dead man.
Then, the earth heaves again, and we roll across the dirty, shattered remnants of a Seattle from the past. Debris raining down over our heads, chunks of dirt and rock and half-rotten wood sleeting down through a lowering haze of dust. Nothing matters to me right now but one thing.... I AM NOT GOING TO DIE HERE.
My right arm is locked onto your thigh with every ounce of power I can muster, focused on one thing only, keep those legs from crushing my ribs. Already, savage pain is lancing through my hips, I don't how much I can take before my hips shatter, but certainly more than my ribs can take.
We end up with me on my belly and you crush even harder. I'm shocked as I feel you slap my ass. What the hell?
I don't even begin to know what to make of you, but I have to get free. I HAVE TO. There is right in front of us a crack in the earth, opened up from the aftershock. Hanging out over the large crack, about 6 feet wide, is a water pipe, spraying rust-colored liquid down into the abyss. If I let go of my right hand, and reach out I can just reach the pipe. My left hand is useless, paralyzed by the destruction of my left pec.
I release my right hand, and with all my strength I grab the pipe. My right bicep flexes like the guns of a battleship, and I heave suddenly, every ounce of what I've got left in my powerful, battle-forged muscle going into this effort.
Your legs effortlessly slip back around my ribs, and immediately, my core is crushed, cut in half my your terrible power. I scream then, a scream of savage fury, the will to live, as my right bicep flexes, causing the seams of my shirt to rip open from the effort, and I pull us both over the edge, into the chasm, swinging by one hand on that pipe.
The momentum of our swing BASHES your head brutally against the side of the chasm as you hang from my midsection by your deadly scissors. I can't hold this long, already every muscle up and down my right side is screaming at me in agony. I can barely breathe, and spots are appearing before my eyes, and SNAPPPPPPPPPPPp... I feel one of my ribs crack under the pressure, a spray of blood erupting from my mouth.
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GREGORY PAYNE
I see you crying in pain...screaming... my cock throbs watching you fight for your life. You are lost, but valiant to the last moment. This is why they tapped me to kill you. I feel your body crumbling like so many men have - it's a sick thrill - I see you grabbing over the cracked crevasse opening - I regrip and NOW I have your ribs. I lean back and look up to multiply my leverage more and feel you crumbling under my power.
I have you - YOU ARE DEAD!
And then nature proves again she hates me. A chasm has opened. The whole city may crush us soon and you pull us IN!? You PULL on some leverage point!
I had never seen the depths of this kind of hell before - my face smashed on the rocks and can not dare let go of you....my head swimming from that hard hit, bleeding badly, legs around you holding me - I feel my augments trying to compensate - head damage forcing systems to restart...
LEGS spasm... and my grip around your collapsing core is spoiled!
Falling...
You see Gregory Payne drop into the chasm, 18' wide and unseen in depth.
AUGHhhhh! A cry of pain then a splash!
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AGENT JAMES MASON
Screaming in agony, bleeding badly, my chest getting wetter and wetter with the blood of mangled left pec, blood spraying out of my mouth as you pulverize my core with your inhumanely strong legs. I sway back and forth on the pipe, my right arm screaming at me, the tendons stretching, my fingers slipping slowly despite everything I can do, it feels like my shoulder is about to be pulled from the socket. I'm thinking that nothing is going to make you let go, thinking you are simply going to cut me in half, pulverize my powerful core to the consistency of jelly, then you drop.
Plummeting down into the dark depths of the chasm. There is a splash. But I can't think about that. I have to think about how to get out of this situation. I'm so tired... so drained. So hurt. So ... physically and mentally broken.
But.. I WILL NOT DIE HERE. NOT TODAY. I yell at myself, and gather myself for another effort. Screaming in pain, spraying blood from my mouth, I swing back and forth by my single arm, building momentum until I catch my legs back on the ledge. The pipe creaks, stress fractures in the rusted metal starting to give, already pushed beyond their limit when they held both of our weight.
I use my legs to painfully pull my body closer to the lip of the chasm, somehow managing to briefly use my practically useless left arm to inch hand over hand on the pipe. Every time I try to flex my left arm, the ruins of my pec emit a ripping surge of agony that makes me want to vomit. But I manage it, finally scrambling onto the dubious safety of the ground. I stagger up to my feet, and walk a few steps away from the edge of the chasm, almost in a daze. How to get out of here. Then, astonished.. my legs tremble... and I collapse like a felled redwood, my body demanding that I make good on the debt I'd accumulated in the last few harrowing minutes.
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IN THE UNDERGROUND
A young woman, brunette, she walks through the dark corridors of the under city with her friends. Wolf-Cat- as she calls herself - is wearing her black velvet vape, and the fangs she had made by Viktor Moray, the legendary costume fang maker in the city. Of course her mother named her Darla, not "Wolf-Cat" - she chose that in a spiritual ceremony dedicated to the Goddess Athena. She and her friends Shelly and Jake were in the tunnels when the first tremor hit. It was Friday and that when they played their Live Action Role Play (LARP) "Vampire - The Splattering". (Welcome to Seattle)
She sees you staggering out of the rift in the ground, covered in blood, staggering and dazed. She holds up a hand halting her companions, "Halt ! There is walking dead here!" Shelly is on her phone looking at her screen and Jake is groping her ass. Shelly looks up, "That tremor was not just a little thing. It was a 6.6! We should go." She looks up at James and lets out a scream sharply noticing that this part of the under city is actually sliding toward toe Puget Sound. "This is terrible! Darla, he's not undead. He's hurt!"
"Don't call me Darla!" Wolf-Cat/Darla hisses back.
Jake rushes up to you and stops 5 feet away looking at you in some undisguised horror. "Dude, let me help you. I had a first-aid class. You don't look good. We need to get you out of here!" The ladies follow up quickly and Wolf-Cat strips off her cape. Her silly games evaporate and she sees you are seriously injured. "He looks like he's going into shock," says the young lady. She smiles at you with the most convincing fangs you have ever seen, holding up a cape. "Let me make you warm. You need help. Shelly 911 - now!" She wraps the cape around you. It smells of roses and is amazingly warm.
"I hope the phone works... OHmaygawd...yes hi... I have a man here... he's injured badly....I know there was an earthquake..." Shelly works out the details with the 911 operator. "Jake, there's a huge crisis going above. Pike Place just fell into the Sound!" They all freeze in horror, the apocalyptic disaster that's been foretold over and over again had finally happened. The Big One. "Ok, we have to get out of here. Let's get to Tacoma, My sister lives next to a hospital."
Jake pulls off his shirt revealing a ripped skater body, pale, with a chase of fuzzy hair down the middle, and slowly comes to you. "Dude...you're a mess. This going to hurt." He pressed his shirt over your pec and put it back in place. The pain is INCREDIBLE....
"Here..." he says catching you. "You should hold this. Your chest is really torn up man. Did, like, a dog bite you?"
They start guiding you up a path and holding you physically upright... You look at the chasm Payne fell into and see no movement.
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AGENT JAMES MASON
After an uncertain amount of time lying senseless on the dirty underground street, near the edge of the chasm I suddenly come back to consciousness. The pain in my chest is what I remember first, sickening, stabbing, ripping, tearing, bleeding pain in my left pec. It's ruined. The pain digs into my skull like knives. It's so bad that I turn aside and vomit messily. Oh god...
Then I feel my ribs and abs... I cough, and choke up some blood. One or more of my ribs are broken, and bad. But I can't stay here, I get up, staggering away from the rift, and I suddenly I feel like I've fallen into a strange otherworldly universe, stranger than the one where I just fell into a hole and was nearly killed by some kind of inhuman monster.
Strange people in strange costumes suddenly surround me, and I'm so dazed I can't even quite understand what they are talking about. I try to focus, and a man rushes up to me and says I don't look good. That much is true. I look stupidly at him, my chest leaking blood, I'm feeling weak from the blood loss and collapse into his arms.
The woman in some kind of stylish cape rushes forward, and courteously wraps the cape around me. My nose picks up the definite scent of roses, and it is incredibly warm. The other lady makes a call to 911. I do probably need a hospital. then the news - the city above might be in ruins. the rustic sea-side market Pike place had been claimed by the ocean.
The man pulls off his shirt, and uses it to staunch the bleeding on my chest. I scream once, and turn to vomit again, but I hold the shirt tight, shaking through the pain. If I don't control the bleeding I'll pass out again. Shakily, the three strangers escort me out of hell. Seattle was indeed a strange place. But even after all that happened, I still liked it. It was full of good people. I didn't think that monster, Payne, was from Seattle.. ..
The mission debriefing when I get back to London is going to be interesting.
EMERGING FROM THE UNDERGROUND
The three LARPers escort you from the underground converging with other people dressed as Vampires and Zombies. Columns of smoke rise up into the night air and the rain spatters on the pavement. The city rocked by riots last month and now by an actual devastating earthquake reels and bleeds. You meet a man with long black hair, muscled like a fighter, and decked out with the best fangs walks up to you. "Uhhhhhh Shelly, you guys look bad. Who is this?"
"We found him in the tunnels. He fell from the street level probably. We were going to take him to Tacoma and out of the disaster. He's a norm not a player," Shelly said indicating he isn't playing a Vampire.
You stand before the local legend Viktor Moray looking you over. "Uhhhhh wow, he looks bad. He's not making it to Tacoma. Uhhhh... ok. Put him in my van. I'm taking him to Sea-Tac." The small community south of Seattle was where all flights came in and out of the area.
You get gently put into the side door of a junk and tool filled Volkswagen van. As the door slams, a huge iguana crawls up to you from the back and sits in your lap, nuzzling your badly bruised stomach and licks blood from your arm. Viktor climbs in and looks you over. "Don't mind Iggy, he likes you," he says. The engine guns like a WWI airplane starting and you take a harrowing ride south past city wreckage to the hospital and safety.
GREGORY PAYNE
I groan in pain as something stabs me. An unfortunate humanoid screams as I show signs of life. I have been floating for some time and no idea how I made it to the water. Boats mill about in the Sound queuing up to make it to open ocean to avoid possible tsunamis flowing in to make the earthquake worse.
How is it I chose this day to kill Mason? I am bleeding from the head and taste water that has been tainted with gads know what. I notice the man was using a meathook on a pole as if I were a whale carcass. "I will kill you with broken bones and unearthly horrors if you stab me again!"
The man apologies in a strange English tainted with Inuit. I see he is not a typical American. Good. There is a chance he is a real man. "You will be rewarded thank you," I manage. He pulls me on board to the sensation of 10,000 pains. This stinking fishing vessel is littered with bodies, men, women, dogs, children. I am saved by a strong man, doing a grim job on a day of misfortune. I already like him.
I cough up horrors of the depths and scream in pain. It's good. He hands me a bottle, unmarked. It's a fresh hell of some kind of vodka and I don't care. "Now you've done it. You will be lavishly rewarded for that. It is good."
The man smiles briefly a smile like a snowfence in Minsk - looks like brown planks with broken slats. I return the bottle to him. He insists I have more. And why not.. The sun is up and the day is clear...
I nearly spit my lungs up as the silence of the Sound is broken by an incredible gut shaking explosion. One of the drifting ferrys from the docks blows to pieces and sinks to the floor of the Sound quickly.
Mason.
His dirty deed is now done and the shipment of B is gone. What a gad forsaken night. I look at my right hand, still red and rusty with Mason's blood. I chuckle as the blessing of vodka leeches into me. I stand ...and immediately sit. The fisherman looks at me with horror and insists I sit.
I SIT
I DRINK
I plan...
I watch the city burn
[end]
TREMORS
tremors
GREGORY PAYNE
The docks in Seattle, WA, the Pike St Ferry. The drug shipment was set to go out at 1 am. The approach to the ferry loading bay is through the tunnels of a massive parking garage. Cars, trucks, Bicycles, and pedestrian traffic all have pathways to make way through the docking system. This late at night, the pedestrian pathways were empty except for my target, Agent James Mason.
I got wind of his attempt at disrupting the shipment, and sure enough he made way onto the boat, planting some explosive devise set probably, to discharge at some depth. And the whole shipment would sink into the Puget Sound. He would be able to watch, smug with his goody delight at picking at the scabs of a wounded world.
I am Gregory Payne. I have been reduced to the foolish task of making money to merely live. Fortunes change. I took the job. in my black turtleneck and cargo pants. Boots, hood. I love Seattle. It's fashionable to look like a terrorist operative. 6'3" weighing a 293 heavy pounds. muscled for battle, idle waiting for the trap to be sprung.
James Mason, the poor man that must die, he would have to walk to the parking facility on 1st street. He would walk past the old 22 story red brick Ships Bell Hotel, now another refit to be one of those detestable Starbucks. (They pushed drugs, and it was called cuisine. The Syndicate pushes, its a crime. Irony)
The old brick wall, set with a side venting explosive aiming head level at a range of 3' to give our agent a brick splattering funeral as soon as he walks past the laser "tripwire." He's coming! And YES! He walks into the box! A 30 x 30 area by adjacent the wall. I activate laser trips surrounding his position and watch from across the street in the Warfer bar. If he misses the primary, he will retreat into secondaries that bring the whole wall down instead.
I start to leave, exit the bar, the light cold air refreshing.
Then some dark fate speaks. The ground shakes. Seattle is very seismically active, so it seems. Its not much of a tremor. Maybe a 4. The dust falling from the bricks. NO! NO NO NO NO! My blood raged and I feel my augmented muscles flex trying to act, tearing my boned painfully with their enhanced power. Anger is not good for me. As I feared dust falling from the old wall illuminated the laser box. SHIT!
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The earth shakes James, and you see lining the sidewalk, a hazy box of red laser light circling the sidewalk and crisscrossing in front of you, illuminated by the dust. To get to your car you must go up the hill. left of you is another laser line 2' from your ankle. behind you a crisscrossing of 6 lines from many points.
Behind you is the special syndicate ferry set to sink shortly after shoving off.
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
The Syndicate was at it again, this time in Seattle, WA. It was a bit far from my normal stomping grounds, but we still maintained fairly good relations with the Yanks, and no one was more familiar with the Syndicate operations than me. I'd made it my personal mission to bring them down, bit by bit, operative by operative, shipment by shipment.
They had developed a new drug, with the street name B. It caused a highly addictive state of blissful euphoria in about 90% of users. But in the other 10.... it caused brutal psychotic breaks. They'd tried pushing this drug in London, taking over the local organizations, flooding the city with it. They had raked in the cash, and the resulting chaos, the rash of bizarre murders from psychotic bastards going on a rampage had nearly brought the city to it's knees. I had spent nearly three months infiltrating their distribution organization, going deep undercover, until I discovered the link with the Syndicate. From there, I used ... other channels... to figure out where the head of the snake was, and cut it off. I still had nightmares about some of the shit I saw as a result of B.
When we got word that the Syndicate was spreading their operations to Seattle to try again, we let our Yankee mates in on the tip. To our shock, they actually listened and behaved with something approaching rationality and requested my aid in exchange for other favors. So here I was in Seattle in the middle of the night. It reminded me a bit of London, the cold, the damp. Not the people though. I was still getting used to the strange vibe of the culture here. Part goth, part save the planet all mixed up into a very interesting stew. I had decided I liked it though.
It had been easy enough to disguise myself as a night watchman for the ferry port and plant a timed C4 charge on the ship which was carrying, cleverly smuggled in it's hold, a shipment of B worth about 10 million pounds. When it made it's way out into the Puget sound the next day, it would soon be exploring the wonders of the sea floor. Awkward for the crew and the ship, since it was not a submarine. I chuckled to myself.
It was a bit chilly tonight, as I walked out of the tunnel leading from the parking garage which served as the entrance to the ferry loading bay. I had changed out of my night watchmen's disguise, and now wore a simple pair of jeans, casual shoes, and a simple white button up. I had a overcoat on, and pulled it tight against the cold. The overcoat also helped conceal the pistol and knife that I rarely went without, strapped onto my belt. I always took precautions, I didn't think my mission had been compromised, but I didn't become an MI6 agent by being optimistic. Be prepared. Always. For anything.
I started whistling as I left the tunnel, a large brick hotel towered over me to my right, and to my left, across the street, an old, run down bar, "Warfer" apparently. Strange name for a pub. I see nothing unusual in my surroundings, and I only have to get up to the top of the hill to reach my car and get back to my lodgings for some sleep.
Suddenly, the earth shakes. What the... I freeze, brace myself, balancing perfectly. Not a large tremor, but enough to cause a fine haze of dust to sift down from the old bricks to the street. Every sense I possessed went from it's normal high alert to red alert as the deadly red lines of laser light popped into focus, courtesy of the dust. Well. Apparently nature had just saved my life. I had no doubt this was a trap, and it was for me. Whoever had set this trap would no doubt be in the vicinity, and I was not about to stay frozen here like a duck in a shooting gallery.
The lasers were thickly crisscrossing the area, and it was only sheer chance that I had not tripped them yet. Looking behind me, they were just as thickly active, and I realized that the whole system had likely only activated as soon as I walked into the perfect kill zone. Someone had been watching for me. I scanned the area... I swallowed. Outside the bar stood a very large man, and he did not look at all happy. He looked like a terrorist on steroids, and strangely, he almost fit in. He was definitely suspect number one.
I slide my ankle back from the line nearest me, judging the distance behind me I needed to get past to be clear of the laser lines. There was no time to carefully walk through the crisscrossed network of lines, he might have another way of triggering his trap. I turned, coiled up my legs like huge springs, and leapt forward in a huge leaping dive, clearing the over 8 feet of criss crossing lasers, back towards the tunnel to the ferry loading bay. It was a massive leap.
I kept my 220lbs of muscle in top physical form, and trained intensively for all situations. My time in the SAS had taught me that my most valuable weapon and defense was my body. I shoulder rolled onto the pavement, then sprang up to my feet, darting suddenly behind a large litter bin, reaching down inside my overcoat to pull out my pistol. Looks like it might be a long night.
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GREGORY PAYNE
You leap and jump for cover and hope for the best. You hit the ground and behind you a detonation - ka-FOOOMMMM!!!! If you were standing there seconds ago, the explosive device set in the wall would have blows a half ton of bricks at you with incredible violence! Your trapmaster, however, did not plan for the Tremors beforehand. The Ship's Bell was old, built on top of old things. Over its years, Seattle had been victim to earthquake and fire. The coming collapse will not come as a surprise to many locals, but a terrible spectacle to behold. Your leap carries you up the hill away from the slope of the collapse. It falls seaward and toward the Warfer. A huge plume of dust rises and billows over the area as the red brick wall comes down and the floors of the building after it. The baked red bricks sound almost glass like falling like pottery!
if that alarm isn't enough for you, the pavement under you cracks! before you can move position, through the plume of dust, my raging attack arrives... I hit you in a rushing tackle and the pavement cracks..!
TUMBLING AND FALLING!
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Debris still raining down from the wreckage above, dim lights show an underworld hidden from most eyes. I tackle you hard again and land on you!
"This is better and better..." said with a thick Russian accent, dripping in sarcasm. I strip off my jacket revealing a muscle furry body, power and masculine excellence. "And now I kill you Agent Mason. It will be painful."
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised when suddenly there is a detonation, followed by an eruption of bricks and dust. I don't even have time to think as the wave of bricks and glass and the guts of a building as old as the city spill out onto the street, raising an impenetrable curtain of dust.
The collapse must have destabilized the ground under me, because suddenly the pavement I'm standing on cracks and I scramble frantically to keep my footing, any thoughts of being the target of an assassination attempt temporarily replaced by the higher priority of staying on my feet. But, out of the dust something huge leaps out and tackles me.
A creature of some kind, it must be, huge and hairy and massive, my pistol is knocked clear out of my grip as suddenly the pavement cracks and disintegrates beneath us, and we tumble and fall in a spiraling chaotic fury filled with whirling debris and sifting dust. We hit with a crunch down below. I'm hurt, and dazed by the fall. Debris is sifting down through the air, and I look around in amazement at what looks to be some kind of underground street, dusty, shabby, littered with wooden debris.
I try to get up, but suddenly the creature that I took for a bear tackles me again, and I'm pinned hard to the ground. Oh man, as if that fall wasn't enough. I look up and see that my attacker is not a bear, but a mountain of a man, and as you strip your jacket off my eyes pop out of my head at the thick dense furry hairy muscle. It's mind boggling. Your accent is thick, clearly Russian and somehow your statement concerning my impending death doesn't really surprise me.
I gasp from your heavy weight on top of me, managing to get out in a wheeze, "Would you mind terribly if we were to postpone my imminent death? It's really not convenient just now." My hand clutching, searching for anything grabs a large wooden pole, discarded for who knows how long, I swing it desperately towards your head needing to get your massive weight off of me before my ribs get crushed.
- - - -
GREGORY PAYNE
I fall and land without harm... my reflexes and training paying off. As fate would have it , landing on top of you. "I am inconvenient.." I laugh... but UAWGHGH! You rock me off you with the strike from that wooden beam... Rolling to my feet as you do, you see my chest and skin WRITHE with strange textures like snakes forming and moving under my skin and my eyes blaze with FURY. "NOW you will pay..." I close and grab the wooden beam from your hands tearing it hard from your grip! Tossing it aside closing to grapple
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
I'm stunned as you rip that wooden beam out of my hands as if I were a little kid. The strange writhing and odd movement beneath your skin strike me as utterly unnatural. What kind of freak was I dealing with? This was unreal!
I roll aside, needing to keep my distance. Grappling with you would be a supremely bad idea, but I might not have any choice. I back up and bump against a wooden beam. Maybe, just maybe, speed is my advantage. I sure as hell hoped so, because otherwise I was afraid my death might be very imminent indeed. I tensed, forming a quick plan. Surely, with all your mass, you would not be able to stop or change directions easily once you committed to a charge. I waited, hoping you would charge at me, then I would dive out of the way at the last second and let you smash yourself against the wooden beam behind me.
- - - -
GREGORY PAYNE
Grinning madly with the fury roiling in me. OH you had to hit me. No matter, I have come here to shred your body to parts. Wordless in my thoughts I charge at you ready for you to dodge and flee - You move fast and I hit the beat WITH MY FEET and LAUNCH off the beat at your back... I HIT your back!! we tumble again...
"NOW you will know power and Payne!" Right handed - I GRAB your left pectoral muscle in an IRON grip pulling you into me rolling - you land on your back pulled into my legs - they CLAMP on your body and lock hard and tight - I feel the augmentations in my legs fire on and the crushing power GRINDS into you hard! My fingers drill into your chest and bruising becomes a leaking set of cuts into your skin! LEFT fist up ready to hammer you over and over...
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
I'm fast, but apparently not only are you massive, you are just as fast. Fuck. You slam into my back like a MAC truck. Actually, a MAC truck might have been slightly preferable. I'm thrown heavily to the ground, we roll and suddenly your right hand seizes my thick, powerful left pec through my shirt. I gasp from the pressure, as your fingers dig into my hard muscle like miniature spears, snapping muscle fibers and wrecking my proud pec.
But worse is yet to come, as we roll, your legs open like a steel trap, but sadly for me, your legs appear to be slightly harder than steel as the wrap around my core. Then, I feel a strange writhing coming from your legs, my skin crawls in disgust,and then I feel the pressure. I gasp and my eyes bulge out of my sockets, the pressure is enormous. I try to hold a flex, and keeping my abs flexed is taking every single ounce of strength and willpower I possess. I know I can't keep the flex for long, I've never felt strength like this before. I don't know what you are, but you aren't entirely ... human. Suddenly I gasp again, your fingers have driven so deeply into the thick meat of my pecs that they punctured the muscle in several places, and my shirt begins to turn dark and damp from the leaking blood.
You are literally tearing me apart. I guess it's time to see how good I am. My SAS training sure never prepared for anything quite like this. But I'm good at improvisation. Your left fist rises up as you have me trapped in the body scissors. My left pec is a lost cause at this point, the pain is lancing through the muscle like a flood, and I have no choice but to ride it like a surfer rides a wave. I have to get free, or I'll be killed. I can't keep the flex up much longer.
My body, my will, my mind are all being pushed to the limit. I reach up with my right hand, hold it like a post, and catch your left fist as it hammers down. It's like someone hits my hand with a goddamn sledgehammer, but I can't let that fist hammer me. I concentrate, trying to hold your fist.
My left hand reaches out, and grabs your beard, just able to reach. My bicep flexes as I pull your head close to me by your beard, my arm trembles. The savage damage to my left pec continues, and my left arm is weakened considerably as a result. But I get your head in closer, then suddenly, release your beard, and drive both my fingers into your eyes. If that doesn't make you let go... oh fuck. That might be the end of Agent James Mason. My flexed abs are starting to buckle... I can't hold much longer.... My left pec is about to be torn off my chest... blood staining my shirt... I've been in a lot of tight spots before... but not like this.
- - - -
GREGORY PAYNE
I can never escape the engulfing emotional fury when my augmentations engage - but there is a calm space in my head that watches life like a biologist dissecting a frog. I see you panicking - and you should. My hand is set into you pectoral muscle and now not just breaking skin, TEARING muscle. blood now soaking your handsome nice clean shirt. Your body trained for lethal fighting flexing hard but this is a losing battle and I feel your body compress and crush inward.
YOU CATCH my fist!
Impressive - almost laughing at your childish attempt at pulling my beard as if you wished you could grow one, little man. Pulling back my fist you carve into my eyes!
The pain in my head and face is blinding and my calm laboratory of clinical observation shatters. "I WILL KILL YOU!" My legs and arms shudder from the pain loosening your discomfort for moments but you can not gain escape from my hand locked into your pectoral muscle. I TWIST roughly SHAKING your body - even blinded I KNOW where you are. My legs flex harder and I couldn't stop them if I wanted to - the attack routine is locked in and rage robs me of turns on this road. I just want to hear you groan and cry in pain.
The GROUND HEAVES like waves in earth. The seers of science have warned this part of the city will fall in the ocean one day and suddenly precariously tilts 10 degrees that direction rolling us!
We settle and you are forced face down, my legs still around you - I am recovering sight as i see my bloody hand somehow freed from your chest. Am sad - wanted to see your torn pectoral in my hand.
My keepers will have to reset me. I am an animal right now and won't be able to report. I hate my life. I hate this place. I hate YOU! [do not ask why, I don't even remember] MY legs SQUEEZE you driving your face into the dirty tunnel floor. Writhing augmentations ripple under the skin of my legs - and you have a handsome ass - SLAP that ass as you suffer and die...
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
My fingers jabbed into your eyes buys some slight relief, but not much. It's enough though, just enough to slide my body forward so that your deadly thighs are over my hips, before suddenly the scissors comes back stronger than ever. Not before time, because my flex collapsed utterly at that point, I had no strength left to keep it up.
My right hand lowers like a supporting beam, locking onto your incredibly powerful thigh, my entire right side straining to keep your legs from slipping fully back over my abs and ribs.
I'm being tested and pushed to my utter limits.... and beyond. I want to scream with the agony as you further shred my left pec, more blood seeping out. It's totally ruined. The pain is unbelievable. My abs and ribs are throbbing, and now, even my hips are starting to ache as your incredible strength threatens to crush my pelvic bone.
You shake my body as if I were some kind of chew toy in the mouth of a rabid dog, the force is stunning, and all I can do is breathe through the pain, and keep my right hand locked onto your thigh. If those legs slip back around my abs and core, I'm a dead man.
Then, the earth heaves again, and we roll across the dirty, shattered remnants of a Seattle from the past. Debris raining down over our heads, chunks of dirt and rock and half-rotten wood sleeting down through a lowering haze of dust. Nothing matters to me right now but one thing.... I AM NOT GOING TO DIE HERE.
My right arm is locked onto your thigh with every ounce of power I can muster, focused on one thing only, keep those legs from crushing my ribs. Already, savage pain is lancing through my hips, I don't how much I can take before my hips shatter, but certainly more than my ribs can take.
We end up with me on my belly and you crush even harder. I'm shocked as I feel you slap my ass. What the hell?
I don't even begin to know what to make of you, but I have to get free. I HAVE TO. There is right in front of us a crack in the earth, opened up from the aftershock. Hanging out over the large crack, about 6 feet wide, is a water pipe, spraying rust-colored liquid down into the abyss. If I let go of my right hand, and reach out I can just reach the pipe. My left hand is useless, paralyzed by the destruction of my left pec.
I release my right hand, and with all my strength I grab the pipe. My right bicep flexes like the guns of a battleship, and I heave suddenly, every ounce of what I've got left in my powerful, battle-forged muscle going into this effort.
Your legs effortlessly slip back around my ribs, and immediately, my core is crushed, cut in half my your terrible power. I scream then, a scream of savage fury, the will to live, as my right bicep flexes, causing the seams of my shirt to rip open from the effort, and I pull us both over the edge, into the chasm, swinging by one hand on that pipe.
The momentum of our swing BASHES your head brutally against the side of the chasm as you hang from my midsection by your deadly scissors. I can't hold this long, already every muscle up and down my right side is screaming at me in agony. I can barely breathe, and spots are appearing before my eyes, and SNAPPPPPPPPPPPp... I feel one of my ribs crack under the pressure, a spray of blood erupting from my mouth.
- - - -
GREGORY PAYNE
I see you crying in pain...screaming... my cock throbs watching you fight for your life. You are lost, but valiant to the last moment. This is why they tapped me to kill you. I feel your body crumbling like so many men have - it's a sick thrill - I see you grabbing over the cracked crevasse opening - I regrip and NOW I have your ribs. I lean back and look up to multiply my leverage more and feel you crumbling under my power.
I have you - YOU ARE DEAD!
And then nature proves again she hates me. A chasm has opened. The whole city may crush us soon and you pull us IN!? You PULL on some leverage point!
I had never seen the depths of this kind of hell before - my face smashed on the rocks and can not dare let go of you....my head swimming from that hard hit, bleeding badly, legs around you holding me - I feel my augments trying to compensate - head damage forcing systems to restart...
LEGS spasm... and my grip around your collapsing core is spoiled!
Falling...
You see Gregory Payne drop into the chasm, 18' wide and unseen in depth.
AUGHhhhh! A cry of pain then a splash!
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
Screaming in agony, bleeding badly, my chest getting wetter and wetter with the blood of mangled left pec, blood spraying out of my mouth as you pulverize my core with your inhumanely strong legs. I sway back and forth on the pipe, my right arm screaming at me, the tendons stretching, my fingers slipping slowly despite everything I can do, it feels like my shoulder is about to be pulled from the socket. I'm thinking that nothing is going to make you let go, thinking you are simply going to cut me in half, pulverize my powerful core to the consistency of jelly, then you drop.
Plummeting down into the dark depths of the chasm. There is a splash. But I can't think about that. I have to think about how to get out of this situation. I'm so tired... so drained. So hurt. So ... physically and mentally broken.
But.. I WILL NOT DIE HERE. NOT TODAY. I yell at myself, and gather myself for another effort. Screaming in pain, spraying blood from my mouth, I swing back and forth by my single arm, building momentum until I catch my legs back on the ledge. The pipe creaks, stress fractures in the rusted metal starting to give, already pushed beyond their limit when they held both of our weight.
I use my legs to painfully pull my body closer to the lip of the chasm, somehow managing to briefly use my practically useless left arm to inch hand over hand on the pipe. Every time I try to flex my left arm, the ruins of my pec emit a ripping surge of agony that makes me want to vomit. But I manage it, finally scrambling onto the dubious safety of the ground. I stagger up to my feet, and walk a few steps away from the edge of the chasm, almost in a daze. How to get out of here. Then, astonished.. my legs tremble... and I collapse like a felled redwood, my body demanding that I make good on the debt I'd accumulated in the last few harrowing minutes.
- - - -
IN THE UNDERGROUND
A young woman, brunette, she walks through the dark corridors of the under city with her friends. Wolf-Cat- as she calls herself - is wearing her black velvet vape, and the fangs she had made by Viktor Moray, the legendary costume fang maker in the city. Of course her mother named her Darla, not "Wolf-Cat" - she chose that in a spiritual ceremony dedicated to the Goddess Athena. She and her friends Shelly and Jake were in the tunnels when the first tremor hit. It was Friday and that when they played their Live Action Role Play (LARP) "Vampire - The Splattering". (Welcome to Seattle)
She sees you staggering out of the rift in the ground, covered in blood, staggering and dazed. She holds up a hand halting her companions, "Halt ! There is walking dead here!" Shelly is on her phone looking at her screen and Jake is groping her ass. Shelly looks up, "That tremor was not just a little thing. It was a 6.6! We should go." She looks up at James and lets out a scream sharply noticing that this part of the under city is actually sliding toward toe Puget Sound. "This is terrible! Darla, he's not undead. He's hurt!"
"Don't call me Darla!" Wolf-Cat/Darla hisses back.
Jake rushes up to you and stops 5 feet away looking at you in some undisguised horror. "Dude, let me help you. I had a first-aid class. You don't look good. We need to get you out of here!" The ladies follow up quickly and Wolf-Cat strips off her cape. Her silly games evaporate and she sees you are seriously injured. "He looks like he's going into shock," says the young lady. She smiles at you with the most convincing fangs you have ever seen, holding up a cape. "Let me make you warm. You need help. Shelly 911 - now!" She wraps the cape around you. It smells of roses and is amazingly warm.
"I hope the phone works... OHmaygawd...yes hi... I have a man here... he's injured badly....I know there was an earthquake..." Shelly works out the details with the 911 operator. "Jake, there's a huge crisis going above. Pike Place just fell into the Sound!" They all freeze in horror, the apocalyptic disaster that's been foretold over and over again had finally happened. The Big One. "Ok, we have to get out of here. Let's get to Tacoma, My sister lives next to a hospital."
Jake pulls off his shirt revealing a ripped skater body, pale, with a chase of fuzzy hair down the middle, and slowly comes to you. "Dude...you're a mess. This going to hurt." He pressed his shirt over your pec and put it back in place. The pain is INCREDIBLE....
"Here..." he says catching you. "You should hold this. Your chest is really torn up man. Did, like, a dog bite you?"
They start guiding you up a path and holding you physically upright... You look at the chasm Payne fell into and see no movement.
- - - -
AGENT JAMES MASON
After an uncertain amount of time lying senseless on the dirty underground street, near the edge of the chasm I suddenly come back to consciousness. The pain in my chest is what I remember first, sickening, stabbing, ripping, tearing, bleeding pain in my left pec. It's ruined. The pain digs into my skull like knives. It's so bad that I turn aside and vomit messily. Oh god...
Then I feel my ribs and abs... I cough, and choke up some blood. One or more of my ribs are broken, and bad. But I can't stay here, I get up, staggering away from the rift, and I suddenly I feel like I've fallen into a strange otherworldly universe, stranger than the one where I just fell into a hole and was nearly killed by some kind of inhuman monster.
Strange people in strange costumes suddenly surround me, and I'm so dazed I can't even quite understand what they are talking about. I try to focus, and a man rushes up to me and says I don't look good. That much is true. I look stupidly at him, my chest leaking blood, I'm feeling weak from the blood loss and collapse into his arms.
The woman in some kind of stylish cape rushes forward, and courteously wraps the cape around me. My nose picks up the definite scent of roses, and it is incredibly warm. The other lady makes a call to 911. I do probably need a hospital. then the news - the city above might be in ruins. the rustic sea-side market Pike place had been claimed by the ocean.
The man pulls off his shirt, and uses it to staunch the bleeding on my chest. I scream once, and turn to vomit again, but I hold the shirt tight, shaking through the pain. If I don't control the bleeding I'll pass out again. Shakily, the three strangers escort me out of hell. Seattle was indeed a strange place. But even after all that happened, I still liked it. It was full of good people. I didn't think that monster, Payne, was from Seattle.. ..
The mission debriefing when I get back to London is going to be interesting.
EMERGING FROM THE UNDERGROUND
The three LARPers escort you from the underground converging with other people dressed as Vampires and Zombies. Columns of smoke rise up into the night air and the rain spatters on the pavement. The city rocked by riots last month and now by an actual devastating earthquake reels and bleeds. You meet a man with long black hair, muscled like a fighter, and decked out with the best fangs walks up to you. "Uhhhhhh Shelly, you guys look bad. Who is this?"
"We found him in the tunnels. He fell from the street level probably. We were going to take him to Tacoma and out of the disaster. He's a norm not a player," Shelly said indicating he isn't playing a Vampire.
You stand before the local legend Viktor Moray looking you over. "Uhhhhh wow, he looks bad. He's not making it to Tacoma. Uhhhh... ok. Put him in my van. I'm taking him to Sea-Tac." The small community south of Seattle was where all flights came in and out of the area.
You get gently put into the side door of a junk and tool filled Volkswagen van. As the door slams, a huge iguana crawls up to you from the back and sits in your lap, nuzzling your badly bruised stomach and licks blood from your arm. Viktor climbs in and looks you over. "Don't mind Iggy, he likes you," he says. The engine guns like a WWI airplane starting and you take a harrowing ride south past city wreckage to the hospital and safety.
GREGORY PAYNE
I groan in pain as something stabs me. An unfortunate humanoid screams as I show signs of life. I have been floating for some time and no idea how I made it to the water. Boats mill about in the Sound queuing up to make it to open ocean to avoid possible tsunamis flowing in to make the earthquake worse.
How is it I chose this day to kill Mason? I am bleeding from the head and taste water that has been tainted with gads know what. I notice the man was using a meathook on a pole as if I were a whale carcass. "I will kill you with broken bones and unearthly horrors if you stab me again!"
The man apologies in a strange English tainted with Inuit. I see he is not a typical American. Good. There is a chance he is a real man. "You will be rewarded thank you," I manage. He pulls me on board to the sensation of 10,000 pains. This stinking fishing vessel is littered with bodies, men, women, dogs, children. I am saved by a strong man, doing a grim job on a day of misfortune. I already like him.
I cough up horrors of the depths and scream in pain. It's good. He hands me a bottle, unmarked. It's a fresh hell of some kind of vodka and I don't care. "Now you've done it. You will be lavishly rewarded for that. It is good."
The man smiles briefly a smile like a snowfence in Minsk - looks like brown planks with broken slats. I return the bottle to him. He insists I have more. And why not.. The sun is up and the day is clear...
I nearly spit my lungs up as the silence of the Sound is broken by an incredible gut shaking explosion. One of the drifting ferrys from the docks blows to pieces and sinks to the floor of the Sound quickly.
Mason.
His dirty deed is now done and the shipment of B is gone. What a gad forsaken night. I look at my right hand, still red and rusty with Mason's blood. I chuckle as the blessing of vodka leeches into me. I stand ...and immediately sit. The fisherman looks at me with horror and insists I sit.
I SIT
I DRINK
I plan...
I watch the city burn
[end]
ATLAS VS MICAH FIGHTER FOR THE OWNERSHIP OF ALEJO
The Battle for Alejo
ERIK ATLAS
The chicky babes in Micah's place want to touch me on the way in. I'm polite but direct and keep them arms length. Same with the twinks and their meth dealers. They're nice people, just not people that come home to meet your mother. (Well not MY mother, maybe YOUR mother...)
I aint here for a booty dance or a distraction. This fuck named Micah took my property - Alejo.
Yes he wanted to have another slave battle with me, loser is the winner's slave - you know the deal. And no one slaves Atlas. So I beat him soundly with no doubt who the winner was. And the next thing I know he's been taken by another man - same deal, a slave match. I was at home and already screaming WTF when I got the text. "Come win me back." And an address. It's a warehouse in the north thats used for parties and rages, and I remember they have a ring and a bunch of goons that train there.
I get to the back and there's the ring. And a gogo cage where they usually keep dancers on party nights - this time its Alejo in a cage and a tight looking crossfitter named Micah using the cage for slingshot target practice. I get there and he fires another marshmallow at Alejo - Twfwapt! Alejo looks furious.
I strip off my shirt, 6'5" of muscle and power, black cargo shorts, big size 15 boots. "I am Atlas. " I tell him, as if he couldn't tell. My shirt hits his face to make sure I have his attention and he gets the smell of a real man a moment. "I've come for Alejo. Get him down."
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MICAH
Been sitting at the ringside at the warehouse for a bit, waiting for this full of himself fuck named Atlas to show. The big blow hard has been messaging me daily ever since I took 'his' property, Alejo. I told the ass, Alejo offered himself up when he challenged me to a fight in front of dudes that were supposed to have his back. Well, now most of those guys are here tonight, enjoying watching as I pelt Alejo in his cage, with what look like marshmallows. However each of them have a 10mm stainless steel BB in it, just to make sure the bitch feels each and every shot I fire.
So I told this Atlas dude, ‘you want him, come and get him…but you’re gonna have to come through me if you think he’s worth having back.
I hear some stirring in the crowd as I fire another ‘marshmallow’ at Alejo…FWWWAPPPP…then the usual groan of pain from the sting of the hit. I turn my head to seen this huge fucker walk down towards the ring. He strips off his shirt and states, ‘I am Atlas’…I raise an eyebrow. His physique is impressive, I think to myself, but can he fight?
The shirt smacks in to my face, I inhale a mix of sweat and cheap cologne before I grab it and toss it to the floor. Standing up slowly, I plant my boot on the shirt and grind it in to the mix of stale beer and lord knows what else is on the floor of the warehouse.
‘So you’re Atlas? Big fucking deal…that and a Fiver might get ya a beer around this place.’ I scoff. Looking him up and down, my cock starts to swell in my leather shorts. I rub my hand across my furred pecs, bouncing them slowly. ‘You want Alejo…take him…’
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ERIK ATLAS
I look around for the winch that lowers your go-go cage. Walk to the controls like I own the place and hit the motor starting the cage lowering... "See I don't know which you're going to like more, him shooting you with candy ot me kicking your ass all the way way home..." Furious with Alejo but working to contain it. The Cage hits the floor and I see it's locked. I Turn to you
"Open the cage or I take it with me. "
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MICAH
I watch as you walk over to the controls to lower the cage. Watching that muscular body strut around like you can do anything you fucking want around here. Following you over and grab your wrist pulling your arm from the control as the cage hits the ground. Staring you down as you demand me to open the cage. ‘Your not leaving here with anything, Atlas. Well, maybe a deflated ego. You want this little piece of shit back? After he was so quick to offer himself to me? I figure there’s a reason he was so willing to come my way’. Pumping my arms and run my hands over my hair covered pecs. ‘My guess is he’s more interested in THIS than that over pumped up swole body of yours.’
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ERIK ATLAS
My sense of humor evaporates - first you say take him, then you say I ain't leaving here with him.
"First - I won him, and he will be corrected for breaking that agreement - he's leaving with me, Second - I don't care if he was interested in kissing your dick, fucking elk, or juggling chickens - he's leaving with me. Third - you do have a very fine body" I say rubbing your chest just like you did. "And I will be paying attention to you soon enough."
Without warning, the massive shirtless muscled Titan before you back and SLAPS that pretty chest of yours! CRAKKKKKKKKKKK! The impact sounds around the place. I shove you at the ring - your face all surprised and shit and maybe you have no idea how brazen I can be. "Get in the ring and we settle this!"
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MICAH
You start mouthing off about how Alejo was yours first, and how you're going to make him pay for offering himself up to another. Shaking my head as you flap your gums, not really giving a shit about whatever it is you are spouting off about. Then you step towards me, and I can help but take in your impressive physique. Your thick hand finds its way to my pecs, I flex them instinctively, admittedly aroused by your touch.
I let my thoughts get away with me too much...and CRRRACCKKKK...your hand smacks across my pec slabs...the sting searing through them. Can't contain the stunned look on my face. This bastard must have some huge ones to come in to my place, make blatant demands, and then smack me like that. Then the challenge gets issued...what he REALLY came for. The fucker's pride got hurt that I took his 'property' so now he thinks he can come in here and restore some of it. I big grin breaks across my face. 'I thought you'd never ask, asshole.'
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ERIK ATLAS
My face changes.... ask... he told me to come here and fight for Alejo. Now he's saying something completely different. or is he? I was told by Alejo's communication I needed to come fight Micah for him. Well, we're in it now. Scored that hit and he says, Though you'd never ask, asshole."
I am more than an asshole, I have arms legs and a chest. he's about to find that out. I Charge and SCOOP from the crotch, LIFT and TOSS Micah between the middle and top ropes rolling him into the center of the ring. I JUMP to the apron - VAULT over the top rope. All this counting toward Alejo's upcoming ass beating.
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MICAH
My grin gets wider as I see your expression change. Confused by the messages you received about coming here to fight for Alejo, and my banter. It gets it's intended response as you lose your cool and charge at me. You scoop me up and toss me in to the ring...quickly, I roll up to all fours...keeping my eye on you as you hop over the top rope. The floor of the ring shakes as you almost 300# of muscle lands hard. Before you can get your bearings I charge at you...driving my shoulders to your abs...wrappmy my sculpted arms around you..and slamming your back hard to the corner turnbuckles.
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ERIK ATLAS
I get in the ring and yu CHARGE ME HARD - not what I expected from a guy 90 pounds lighter than me - we HIT the corner pads... hands together SLAM YOUR BACK DRIVING YOUR FLAT TO THE MATS. Holding the ropes I LEAP and LAND on your back!
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MICAH
UNNGHHH...feel the power of your arms driving down to my back....hit like the proverbial Mack truck...dropping me down hard to the canvas...start to press up to all fours and roll when WHAMMMMMM...your massive body splashes down on me, my chest crushes against the floor of the ring as the air rushes from my lungs.
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ERIK ATLAS
You got some nice trap muscle and i use it like a fucking luggage handle. GRIP IN until you're shrieking. and LIFT you to yur feet - the trap claw tearing into your trap muscle, using it to shake you - slap yur face. "You still want Alejo? Huh?" SLAP... turn and jack you into the corner...
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MICAH
ARRGHH....Feel your fingers dig in to my traps, cry out as the burn travels from my shoulders down my arms. This swole fucker is as strong as he’s blown up! My back hits the corner buckles hard. Arching my defined muscular body back as my arms hook over the top rope, keeping me from falling on my ass!
Rub my face, stinging from your insulting slap. Who the fuck does this as think he is? As you flap your gums more, I suck in a deep breath, step aggressively from the corner, left fist clenched. See you brace for the hook from the left. Instead I bring my right leg around hard, drilling my boot to the outside of your knee. The CRACKKK echoes through the warehouse. Then bring my right arm up, as you stagger, and chop the side of my hand hard to the front of your throat.
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ERIK ATLAS
you were acting like a candy puff master like most of them are - and then steel threads into your look and body like yur possessed.... CRAKK! CHOP! I stagger left holding my throat wondering where the fuck that came from - SHOVE yu back as I stumble to recover
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MICAH
You shove me back towards the corner after I land two stinging blows. A smirk breaks across my face as I see your stunned expression. The fucker thought his size was going to dominate this fight. Well, size isn’t everything when your in the ring...
I brush my fist across my chin as I step from the corner. Quickly, I snap off another quick kick to the outside of your knee. The laces and grommets of my boot leaving a good abrasion. As you stumble from the impact, I make good on that left hook, drilling it hard to the side of your jaw.
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ERIK ATLAS
You kick was going to telegraph the hook... yu RAKE my leg and I forearm up blocking the hook.... and shove yu back to the corner! HUGE rocket shove FRONT kick to your knee!
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MICAH
Your forearm comes up quick blocking my fist to your jaw. You plant your hands on my pecs and shove me back har to the corner. Watch as you come in after me, roll to the side as you bring your boot up to take out my knee. Your momentum takes your leg through the ropes, as I circle behind you and drill two hard fists to your back, right over your kidneys.
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ERIK ATLAS
I Got my leg STUCK in the ropes and that little shit is faster than I thought. Battering me in the kidneys! I fire a WILD backswinging haymaker! It fans air but warnt intended to hit u - I would cry if it did - just get you off me - pulling out of the ropes and face you center ring!
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MICAH
I fire a third hard shot to you kidney, making sure you feel the power that this fit body packs. You swing back wildly towards me. See that big arm coming and step back quick. Corner of my mouth upturned as I see you get your leg out of the ropes, hand on your low back as you turn to face me. Standing my ground. Ready to see what this fucker's gonna bring, now that we're starting back face to face in the ring.
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ERIK ATLAS
yu Carve a hard shot into me as we separate and come to center and I charge with bull power and force - we hit chest to chest arms clamp around you BEARHUG CRUSH trapping your right arm to your side and SQUEEEEEZING HARD! Shaking you and sawing the hold in deeper. I see Alejo watching this, this is the hold I crushed him out with - and he looks worries for you. "Boy wonder is all worried about you.." I whisper in your ear as your body compresses into a slowly shrinking space and your breath grinds away - huge muscle on your chest and front flexing around you... heat and pressure swallowing you as u squirm lips crazing your neck
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MICAH
My shot to your kidney only seems to enrage you. I back up to center and you charge straight at me. Brace for the impact as you wrap your arms around me, trapping my right arm against my ribs...FFUCCCKKKKK...my chest crushed as your smooth pecs press in to my ginger hair trimmed slabs. I feel my cock stir in my leather trunks as your muscle presses in to mine and your lips graze my neck. I exhale slowly, as I bring my legs up, and wrap them around your waist. I slide my boots across each other and lock my ankles as I flex my quads and squeeze you back. Bring my free left arm up, planting my hand across your forehead and start to push your head back. Leaning my head down in to yours...my lips press against yours as I slide my tongue forward, licking your lips.
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ERIK ATLAS
Your legs clamp around me and my cock springs HARD... Im crushing you GOOD and feel your legs return the power - and those kidney shots are giving you payoff making me groan - then you push back my head... lips meet... OHHHH you taste GOOD... I push in and KISS you deep. COCK THROB
We break a moment and feel suddenly I have been asking the wrong question. Alejo drifts from my head and I look at you - "Maybe we can share him - I'll come over and visit...?" Arms stop the torturing crush and relent to holding you and exploring your back. "I want you..."
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MICAH
My move has its desired effect. I feel you relax the bearhug...and I thrust my tongue deep in to your mouth, tasting you. Push back further on your head, arching you back, then you break, and push back. I see you staring at my impressive physique, and a look of desire crosses your face. You offer a truce...sharing the bitch...then there's the admission...he WANTS me....
'Oh yeah? You WANT THIS?,' I exhale as your hands press in to my lats. Flare them out as your paws press in to them. I kiss your face, running my hand across your forehead, brushing your cheek...letting it trail down to your huge pecs...flicking at your nip...staring intently in to your eyes...letting a smile break across my face.
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ERIK ATLAS
You ask as if you're surprised. And I know a crossfit stud like you doesn't give it away. I work my face into your chest between yur arms and kiss your pec...lick the nipple. "Or I could go back to crushing the life out of you...." The SQUEEZE returns with the brutal fury bending your ribs - for a three count - and then relents again licking up to your neck....
"So maybe you keep him here and I come visit yu from time to time..." My knees bend arching you back, driving my crotch between yur tight legs..."
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MICAH
GGGRRRRRUUUNNNTTTTTT...loud and low as your arms crush me again. Feel the pressure in my ribs as I arch back in your grasp. Then you again propose some kind of 'sharing arrangement' after nuzzling your face in to my pecs, your tongue slithering up my neck.
I plant my hand back on your forehead as I feel your hard cock pressing between my legs. I slide to the side so my thick quad flexes up against your shaft, grinding it in. Push back on your head, watching your reaction as I work your meat with my thigh.
'That would be nice, Atlas...but just one thing...' I whisper as I bring my hand down across your eyes and RRRRRIIIPPPPPPP my fingers across them...then shouting..."I NEVER learned to share real well!!!'
As you cry out from the eye rake...I bring my quad back and WHAMMMMMM...drill my thigh up hard to your swelling package.
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ERIK ATLAS
And here I though we were getting along - RAKE - AWUUGHHH
BOOM! Ballshot
I drop u and sink to one knee holding my face!
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MICAH
Your massive body drops in front of me. Pull your hands from your face, your eyes tearing, red streaks starting to form where my fingers did their damage.
Bring my knee up....WHACKKK...connect with a hard strike to the bridge of your nose.
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ERIK ATLAS
You rip my hands away from my face and DRILL yur knee strike in there.. ROCKT back to the mats....Spthhhh! blood running down into my face.... "OK fucker....YOU get the next collar...yu need some manners..."
And Imma gonna teach u some as soon as I get the fuck up.... blinking and focusing HEEL STRIKE drills into your knee!
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MICAH
Like the look of seeing first blood. It looks good on ya. You fall back, and I step in to grab your head when...WHACCKKKKK...your heel drills my knee. It buckles from the power behind the impact, then snaps back as I attempt to right myself. Pain shoots down my leg. Stagger to the side to try to walk it off. Watching you closely.
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ERIK ATLAS
I roll into you working to drop you onto your ass and yur not falling for that shit jumping over me I get to the other ropes and work to standing...
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MICAH
I leap over you as you roll to take me down...as you pull up on the ropes I come back at you...pivot, and snap a hard side kick that connects with your cheekbone...CRAACKKKKKK...
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ERIK ATLAS
Yu spin that kick hard, powerful and lightweight (compared to me) hit me Good.... falling back hit the ropes bouncing in them dazed bad...
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MICAH
spin around again...landing another hard kick to your abs...bouncing that big muscled body in the ropes...look over at Alejo...'I think you'll be staying put for a while...' I shout at him...
your arms hooked over the middle rope...I reach down...grab the bottom rope and pull it up and over your thick arms...locking you in...
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ERIK ATLAS
You grab the ropes and lock me in - FIRE IN MY EYES - make me burn. "Make your next step carefully...." PULLING to get free....
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MICAH
step back as you struggle in the ropes...watching the big man flop around like a fish outta water...take my boot...plant it against your throat....and then lean down...pressing with all my body weight...grabbing the top rope for leverage...
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ERIK ATLAS
URRGGGHHHH!!! OK this....sucks!!! Choking me and still trapped - OK time for POWER - and might not have any left if he keeps choking me
I FLEX HARD and PULL left and right - you hear a weak creeeeeak from the left corner..... I flex again and CREEEEEAAAAKKKK!!!!!
Gagging from the choke.... haint pulled it free but I can see by the look on yur face yu dont wanna see that shit....
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MICAH
grin as I see you struggling in the ropes...flexing those huge arms. Your face reddens as I press my boot deeper across your throat.
my head turns as I hear a CREEEAAACKKKKK come from the corner...is this beast bulling the buckles free?? I pull the boot off your throat and stomp it down hard on your abs...before dropping down to the canvas and sliding out of the ring....
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ERIK ATLAS
UGHHHhhhh! yu STOMP my guts... Pulling the ropes, they are threading deep tween my delts and biceps, sawed in and holding me tight. Thinner guys get out of this with a lil squirm, I got mass locked in. And then you roll out.... OK ok ok I need to get the fuck out of this - he's behind me getting creative.... I plant my feet - breathe DEEP gathering power... and BEND deep and JUMP!
My legs lift me UP and OVER the ropes, releasing the grip the ropes have on my arms - I flip OVER the ropes and miss the apron barely flipping and hitting hard on the floor! Landing on my ass stunned
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MICAH
Step up behind you from the ring floor as you continue to squirm in the ropes...my hands about to dig in under your chin when you launch your massive body up...I duck to the side, as you flip up and over the ropes. Your mass hit the floor with a dull THUDDDDD...
Flex my pecs as I play with the zippers on either side of my leather trunks...look down at you, knowing I need to keep the pressure up on this big fucker...step back in towards you....and drill my boot hard to the side of your head...WHACKKKK...
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ERIK ATLAS
Fresh out of the Ropes and knew u were somewhere... BAMMMM - boot meets heat - there u are, found u. (fuck)
Rolling on the floor hard head reeling and yur out of reach... getting up rounding the corner away from you...
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MICAH
Your head snaps to the side as I drill it with my boot. You stagger around to the side of the ring....I follow you, looking over at Alejo and nod as he watches this battle intently...
Dig my fingers in to your traps..then RRRRIIIIIPPPPPP...as I rake them down your back, leaving thick red marks. You arch back from the pain and I grab you by the hair...WHAMMMMMM!!! slam your face hard to the edge of the ring apron.
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ERIK ATLAS
you dont give me a fucking break - Nails RIP down my back - You slam my head, my knee buckles... I am dazed but FURIOUS. Four finger spear THRUST into your pelvis stabbing the psoas juncture like a shaft of ICE into your pelvis - some call this worse than a ball shot. Your legs buckle and yu hit the floor! Maybe I'll stop and ask.... naw....
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MICAH
I keep up my assault, can't leave this fucker an opening...grin as I watch your knees buckle after your head takes another hit. I turn towards Alejo...'Your savior ain't looking too good now, is he? Just another one of those big roided up fuckers that thinks size trumps skill!' I scoff..
Slowly, I turn back to you...reach down with both hands to grab your head, when your face lifts up with a look of fury...AAARGGHHHHH...your fingers drive in deep in to my groin...digging in to my upper medial quad. A searing pain shoots both down my leg, up to my lower abdomen, and down in to my ball sack....my diaphragm spasms from the pain--can't catch my breath, and my leg gives out...I fall to the floor hard.
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ERIK ATLAS
Still reeling from the head shots... but savvy enough to see the opening. You hit the hard floor - and I land on top of you DRILLING a huge fist into the pit of your guts! BAMMMMM - I climb on top of you and straddle you with huge legs - all the nice parts of this match out the door, ELBOW drop to the middle of yur face! DRILLS the back of your head into the floor!!!
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MICAH
start to try to get up...when your big muscled bod lands on top of me....WUUMMMMPPP..your fist drills my abs...my breath again stunned. start to double up but you straddle those thick quads across me...CRRAAACKKKK...your elbow drills my face, sending my head back hard to the floor...try to shake it off, and as I do...feel a warm trickle of blood dripping from my nose.
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ERIK ATLAS
"I tried it NICE, didn't I? We can go back to that any time, boy. " I pin your left arm over your head exposing your pec, nice and stretched up.... fist back.... HEARTPUNCH! a drilling spear of pain lances through your chest!
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MICAH
You grab my wrist, pulling my arm up over my head. I struggle flexing my ‘cep, trying to push you back. Feel the stretch in my pec. Bringing my other arm up, planting it on your chin in another effort to turn your head and get you the fuck off of me...then WHAAAMMMMMMM...your fist drills my left pec. It feel like my heart stops...a precordial thump of sorts...my jaw drops as I try to breathe, but my lungs don’t respond.
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ERIK ATLAS
"Hard to breathe huh babe? Thats a BITCH aint it?" I GRAB you by the throat and LIFT hard SLAM yu against the ring post and my arms snake around your body LOCK AND SQUEEZE The legendary Atlas Bearhug crushing the fuck out of you as you're trying to find your breath after the Heartpunch! Your solid well trained body doesnt flex to defend well and my crush carves into you! HUGE irom muscle, warm and smooth around you crushing the fuck out of you.
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MICAH
You continue to show your power...picking me up by the throat and chokeslamming me up against the steel ring post. Pain radiates down my spine as I start to slump to the ground...only I don't fall. Your huge arms wrap around me, stunned from your attack, I can't respond as your bearhug envelopes me. Your huge biceps flexing, digging in to my ribs. My body reflexively arches back, trying to alleviate some pressure. Plant my hands on your pecs, dig my fingers in as you flex the slabs with your squeeze, trying anything to put some hurt on you and get you to back the fuck off.
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ERIK ATLAS
The crushing power starts to carve deep into your body and bending a visible dent into your spine! I feel your body flexing up and getting ready to try to fight the python embrace around you - I SHAKE side to side rocking and sawing the grip deeper and deeper - always moving - always shifting - not letting you settle and decide which is going to hurt more, the breathless inability to save your ribs, or the pressure splitting your spine!
Your hands HIT my pec slabs - flexed solid and STILL your forearms ripple and try tearing in - dents under your fingers in my muscle start forming as yu dog in , flexing your chest in my face. I shake hard and JUMP gripping around your legs and RUSH THE POST AGAIN! you SLAM into the post!
https://youtu.be/bX7-H_LB43g
Coming off the hit I REGRIP THE CRUSH around you FREE FROM THAT IRRITATING CLAW REPRISAL....
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MICAH
You shake my 220 pounds of muscle in your arms like I'm a rag doll. Putting more pressure on my back as I dig my fingers in deep to your pec slabs...sliding them into your arm pit...drilling for the nerve...anything to get you to loosen the death grip you have on my back and ribs
My fingers seem to have found the mark as you loosen the grip...but it's just for a moment as you shift your arms down around my neck...charge forward and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMM...my back drilled again hard to the post. Stinging pain shoots down my leg as the impact jars my vertebrae. I arch back again, dropping my grip on your pecs as your arms squeeze even tighter around me.
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ERIK ATLAS
OH yea... like a meat tenderizer yur flex disrupted and your counter spoiled - I lift hard dropping us to our knees! Your knees hit the cement floor and I lean into you bending your legs straight behind you, arching your back - bending you over in a horrifying crush. "Maybe I don't want Alejo...maybe I want YOU huh? Just say the word and I'll go back to seducing you..."
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-crush.html
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MICAH
Dropped down hard, my legs extended behind me, still caught in your vice-like squeeze...ribs crushed, my hip flexors getting stretched beyond anything they have experienced before. You propose an out...you'll give up on Alejo...in return for ME??!!
Shake my head vigorously in reply...'NOOOO...NOOOO...' I growl. 'I'm no one's bitch slave,' I gasp as you tighten the squeeze, and lean more weight in on me.
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ERIK ATLAS
"You sure you don't wanna serve me? Alejo said u like big dicks... or maybe he said u are a big dick... I don't remember..." Well he don't want the nice way, but he sure is pissed with the banter.
Time for another Atlas surprise... I LIFT snapping to standing! Then I RUSH the ring... you go from crushed and bend tortuously backward to UP into my arms... and we HIT the ring. The edge BASHES your back hard! i smile as u melt to the floor... standing over you I step on your stomach bearing 300 pounds on your guts... "Come on Micah...say you want me..."
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MICAH
Pulled up to my feet as you go on about having me SERVE you??!! Then WHAMMMMMM...my back drilled to the edge of the ring apron. Searing pain again shoots down my spine, and I collapse to the floor as you let go of me. You plant your boot on my brick abs and slowly increase the weight bearing down on me. I grab for your boot, holding it by the toe and ankle, trying to lift it up, and twist it off me, but you keep increasing the pressure.
You ask again...begging me to admit that I want you...my cock starts to swell in my leather shorts as my boots kick the floor in frustration. In a perverse way...I do want this beast...but not as my master...as an EQUAL...no man has abused me this way...especially after all the shit I dished out to him earlier.
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ERIK ATLAS
You squirm and fight, I have to admire how fucking handsome you look, defiant, and knowing yur losing badly. I JUMP off your gut using it like a trampoline - you instinctively guard your core from me coming down on it and STOMP both boots framing your head... The impact right next to your head!
You barely flinch.
Damm that's sexy.
I move off and turn, grab your trunks and strip yu naked. And that's a monster tool! No wonder Alejo wanted to lose. Thats a serious doorstop. I GRAB your head and Pull you off the floor...HUG!
LIFT!
slam your ass on the apron of the ring...
"Let's try this again...."
GRAB your throat KISS you deeply...... and break... "I believe we were negotiating before yu insisted on being vilent. Alejo's mine. I want you more. You would make a shitty slave and a better fucktoy." I grab your throat tighter... "So I'm going to fuck you. Then I leave with Alejo. Then you invite me over for dinner and you tell me how much you need me. I like steak, medium rare. And none of that faggy white wine. Bourbon."
CRACK!!
My OTHER hand SLAPS across your face, "You don't look like yur listening... are you listening?"
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MICAH
My abs crushed as you continue to bear down on them...you leap...I brace for the impact, flexing what I can of my 8-pack abs.
WHUMMPP...your boots come down on either side of my head. Surprised that my midsection didn't get more abuse, I stare up at you. Looking at your fucking amazing swole body from this angle, my cock gets more swollen...starting to hurt from the constraint of my leather shorts.
You turn...and pull down the zippers on either side of my shorts, the front of them peels down and my thick meat stands right at attention, immediately giving away my thoughts as to how aroused you and this battle has made me. In a single motion, you strip the shorts the rest of the way off me.
UNNGHHHH...you hook your arm around mine, lifting me up...then the other arm goes around the other side...SQUEEZZEEEE...I'm pressed again in to your sweaty hard body...lifted, and my bare ass slammed on to the apron.
I brace again for more abuse...then...
I feel your lips on mine. My cock throbs and starts to leak. I bring my arms up around you. pulling you closer...wanting you...and then you pull off, and the demands issue forth...you want to take Alejo...AAGHHHHH...your hand clutches my throat...my face reddens. I cough and sputter...
Then, you want my ass...I reflexively flex my glutes...I don't give my ass to just anyone, but this man...this BEAST...I find my self desiring him.
Boubon he wants...a smile breaks across my face, and I nod. "Beam...Maker's?...' I groan...
then SMACKKKKK...your hand cracks across my face.
'Yeah, fucker, I'm listening...I grunt'
My hands slide up your back, and I grab the back of your head, pulling you in closer...my lips press against your...and I bite down on your lower lip, then thrust my tongue deep in to your mouth...exploring it.
I bring my legs up around your low back, locking my ankles, squeezing you, holding you in front of me, as my hard cock grinds against your abs.
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ERIK ATLAS
I hear you suggest Beam and Makers... "Yea, you understand, Makers Mark," I say... and maybe it doesn't all come out as your lips hit mine again. OHHH yu taste good, and not like panic and fear. Your legs around me feel so GOOD. It's a cunning plan to keep me from fucking you. I press my shorts down and shuck off my boots, then blue jeans.... HUG you into me and LIFT arcing my THROBBING AND URGENT COCK tween yur legs and under yur balls....HUG you tight, making your ribs know I could really keep damaging you god, also showing you the smooth muscle power u seem to crave. My COCK drives IN and i slide all the way to scruff watching your head rock back and thick neck flex.....
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MICAH
I squeeze you tighter with my legs, holding you tight as I kiss you. I feel you push your shorts down, and then your thick cock pressing up against me. I break my kiss, lean my head down and bite hard in to the side of your neck as you cinch your hug on me tighter...and tighter. The ache in my ribs dulled by the lust that I have for you in this moment.
You lift me up...and ARRGHHHHHH...I cry out as your thick cock drills hard in to my hole. My legs reflexively tighten around you as I arch back in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
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ERIK ATLAS
Now I know for a fact Alejo briefed you - you zero in on my two favorite man-sensation - Biting my neck and wrapping handsome legs around me - and now I drive for my most favorite! Drawing back and slamming home I fuck into you hard! my cock in fucking heaven feeling the inside of your ass. I Pull you off the ring and HUG you standing and fucking for now. SQUEEZE your body in my arms and Alejo watches in undisguised lust!
"I'm going to like this partnership..." I declare as I fuck you eagerly...
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MICAH
Held in your arms...my ass riding your cock hard...I flex my legs tighter around you, and use them to pull myself back towards you. wrapping my arms around your and squeezing you tight. Burying your face in my sweaty pecs. flexing them tight against you. Pull your head back to kiss you when you utter the words, '...like this partnership...' PARTNER...this fucker gets it...he gets ME...I could so work WITH this man...this BEAST...my rock hard cock throbs more as it gets massaged between our abs...so close to releasing my load...letting him know how my respect for him has grown in such a short time...
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ERIK ATLAS
I HUG you close and talk very slowly still pausing to grind into you, eventually to your couch - in a display of slow power control I lay you back and mount you on the couch, legs around me and balls deep - "Don't you dare lose your load.... I got plans..." Wicked smile releasing the crushing embrace, lifting one leg for angle and HAMMERING your ass good!
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MICAH
You lift me up off the apron and carry me over to the couch. Laying me back as your cock still grinds deep in my ass. My back arching up as my legs continue to squeeze around your waist. 'Hold on to your load, you command.' I cannot help but listen, as a smile breaks across my face matching yours. Looking up at your amazing body as you pound my hole, massaging my prostate from the inside out.
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ERIK ATLAS
I grind deep into you slowly at first, with unspoken music making the dance happen - those legs so tight and strong, like you have zero BF and tight all over - I lose my control and head drops the fight and sinks into trust of you and fucking you hard and holding you good.... so close to busting. Grab your nipple and fuck you shaking!
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MICAH
You continue your rhythmic pounding of my ass. BOOM BOOM BOOM...it’s like the woofers of the dance club going off inside me. As I look up at you, a euphoria comes over me. My cock throbbing as it grinds between us. You bend down, and I grab the back of your head, pulling your face up against my neck as my body arches back. You start to work my nip nearly sending me over the edge. My body is yours to do with what you will...and I couldn’t be happier.
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ERIK ATLAS
You feel me driving into you harder three brutal thrusts! THEN MY COCK EXPLODES! FUkkKkkKKYEAAASSSS CUMSHOT! GRAB your throat throbbing inside you and pull my cock out still leaking - I straddle your waist and DROP my ass on your cock... relaxing and driving your cock into me, head back roaring making you slide into the tight road!
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MICAH
POUND POUND POUND, my body jerks as you thrust hard in to my hole. You reach down, grabbing my throat...my eyes bulge and face reddens as you squeeze my neck...then...you let out a guttural shout as your cock explodes inside me. My body tenses as your hot load fills me.
Before I can react, you pull out...sliding that massive sweaty body up across mine. My cock hard and throbbing, about to blow as well, when you press your muscle ass down on top of it. My full hard head spearing through your tight hole. YESSSSSSSSS...I NEED THIS...I NEED YOU....
I reach down. grabbing your hips, rocking you back and forth on my hard shaft as I watch a smile break across your face.
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ERIK ATLAS
AWUGHhhhgawd..... YUP...That one fat meaty cock... gawddammm ... my eyes eyes with the pain and pressure breathing hard as we turn this around and show u in good measure I want you too. I love the look on your face as i straddle-ride your cock, your tight body under my huge legs thrusting up into me.
If there was a nasty drum rhythm hammering out a "Carnivale" cadence riding your cock, like a nasty dance.
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MICAH
Every muscle in my body flexes as I hold you. Your big muscle body riding my shaft like a carousel horse pumping up and down as it circles fast and furious. I clench my fist, and crunch up BAM....pound your pec....BAMMMMM...crunch and pound it again, in rhythm with you as your ass continues to get impaled by my shaft.
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ERIK ATLAS
AWUGhhhh! groaning as your cock take a fucking man effort to absorb and hissing with hard sensation... my cock arching over your torso as u hammer my inner paradise over and over... sweat soaked grind with each other
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MICAH
Crunch up one more time....BAMMM. BAMMMMMM, BAMMMMMMM. Pounding your rock solid pecs, they lie back and smile as I see the reddened imprint of my fist on you. Your cock slapping across my abs, still leaking...strands of your cum mixing with our sweat.
I look over at Alejo, his jaw gaping at the sight of us entwined together...his obvious desire to be controlled by BOTH of his masters. I shake my head in pity for him.
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ERIK ATLAS
you HAMMER my chest THUMPF! bUMMFFF THUMPF!THUMPF!THUMPF! And its a deep human drum, unphased and riding (gonna BRUISE tomorrow but the whole screaming sensation ride is driving me!) Watching you shake your head and turn and see Alejo drooling - I wink at him. I turn and look at you and GRAB you throat and FLEX HARD on your cock with crushing glute pressure and FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex milking you faster than you thought muscular control could do.....
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MICAH
You follow my lead and give Alejo a look as you continue to ride my thick shaft...Your ass is amazing on my cock. I feel you flex, milking it, bringing me closer, and closer to ecstasy. You reach down, your thick hand wraps around my throat. Squeezing it...cutting off my air. My eyes start to bulge...my body tenses...the brief asphyxia from the choke finally sends me over the edge...
My cock EXPLODES inside you...sending rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you. I crunch up one more time, grabbing the back of your head...and pull you to my face...plant my lips on yours....and give you a long...deep...passionate kiss...before I collapse back to the couch.
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ERIK ATLAS
RELEASING your throat watching pure BLISS cross your face and hot lava manjuice jets into my ass...OHH you look amazing when yu cum - but this ... GAWDDamm...
We kiss and I let you breath true deep air and kiss your neck... feeling your cock throbbing inside me....FLEX on it crazing your post-shot sensitive tool. Pulling off you I stand... wobblin a bit, cuz nobody just walks right after that monster visits yur prostate. With a hand I pull you up to my chest and hug you close, kiss your ear. I give you a nudge to head to your bedroom in this place and hit the winch hauling Alejo back to the ceiling, still caged.
I Turn and shuck you onto my back and Piggy back you to the inner lair from drinks and some decisions. One the way out turn out the lights, as the crank comes to an abrupt stop >CHUNNKK!
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MICAH
You hit the winch, and Alejo’s cage hoists back up to the ceiling of the warehouse. I chuckle as he cries out, begging to be released. Lifted on to your back, I guide you to my private quarters. You drop me down and I close the door behind us.
Walk over to my liquor cabinet and grab the bottle of Makers Mark and pour us both a glass. Walk over and hand one to you as I wrap my arm around you and plant a long kiss on your lips.
So...let’s leave Alejo hanging for a bit...
I think we got more to explore here of greater importance...put my drink down and shove you down on the bed. Dive down on top of you...and start the exploration...
ERIK ATLAS
The chicky babes in Micah's place want to touch me on the way in. I'm polite but direct and keep them arms length. Same with the twinks and their meth dealers. They're nice people, just not people that come home to meet your mother. (Well not MY mother, maybe YOUR mother...)
I aint here for a booty dance or a distraction. This fuck named Micah took my property - Alejo.
Yes he wanted to have another slave battle with me, loser is the winner's slave - you know the deal. And no one slaves Atlas. So I beat him soundly with no doubt who the winner was. And the next thing I know he's been taken by another man - same deal, a slave match. I was at home and already screaming WTF when I got the text. "Come win me back." And an address. It's a warehouse in the north thats used for parties and rages, and I remember they have a ring and a bunch of goons that train there.
I get to the back and there's the ring. And a gogo cage where they usually keep dancers on party nights - this time its Alejo in a cage and a tight looking crossfitter named Micah using the cage for slingshot target practice. I get there and he fires another marshmallow at Alejo - Twfwapt! Alejo looks furious.
I strip off my shirt, 6'5" of muscle and power, black cargo shorts, big size 15 boots. "I am Atlas. " I tell him, as if he couldn't tell. My shirt hits his face to make sure I have his attention and he gets the smell of a real man a moment. "I've come for Alejo. Get him down."
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MICAH
Been sitting at the ringside at the warehouse for a bit, waiting for this full of himself fuck named Atlas to show. The big blow hard has been messaging me daily ever since I took 'his' property, Alejo. I told the ass, Alejo offered himself up when he challenged me to a fight in front of dudes that were supposed to have his back. Well, now most of those guys are here tonight, enjoying watching as I pelt Alejo in his cage, with what look like marshmallows. However each of them have a 10mm stainless steel BB in it, just to make sure the bitch feels each and every shot I fire.
So I told this Atlas dude, ‘you want him, come and get him…but you’re gonna have to come through me if you think he’s worth having back.
I hear some stirring in the crowd as I fire another ‘marshmallow’ at Alejo…FWWWAPPPP…then the usual groan of pain from the sting of the hit. I turn my head to seen this huge fucker walk down towards the ring. He strips off his shirt and states, ‘I am Atlas’…I raise an eyebrow. His physique is impressive, I think to myself, but can he fight?
The shirt smacks in to my face, I inhale a mix of sweat and cheap cologne before I grab it and toss it to the floor. Standing up slowly, I plant my boot on the shirt and grind it in to the mix of stale beer and lord knows what else is on the floor of the warehouse.
‘So you’re Atlas? Big fucking deal…that and a Fiver might get ya a beer around this place.’ I scoff. Looking him up and down, my cock starts to swell in my leather shorts. I rub my hand across my furred pecs, bouncing them slowly. ‘You want Alejo…take him…’
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ERIK ATLAS
I look around for the winch that lowers your go-go cage. Walk to the controls like I own the place and hit the motor starting the cage lowering... "See I don't know which you're going to like more, him shooting you with candy ot me kicking your ass all the way way home..." Furious with Alejo but working to contain it. The Cage hits the floor and I see it's locked. I Turn to you
"Open the cage or I take it with me. "
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MICAH
I watch as you walk over to the controls to lower the cage. Watching that muscular body strut around like you can do anything you fucking want around here. Following you over and grab your wrist pulling your arm from the control as the cage hits the ground. Staring you down as you demand me to open the cage. ‘Your not leaving here with anything, Atlas. Well, maybe a deflated ego. You want this little piece of shit back? After he was so quick to offer himself to me? I figure there’s a reason he was so willing to come my way’. Pumping my arms and run my hands over my hair covered pecs. ‘My guess is he’s more interested in THIS than that over pumped up swole body of yours.’
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ERIK ATLAS
My sense of humor evaporates - first you say take him, then you say I ain't leaving here with him.
"First - I won him, and he will be corrected for breaking that agreement - he's leaving with me, Second - I don't care if he was interested in kissing your dick, fucking elk, or juggling chickens - he's leaving with me. Third - you do have a very fine body" I say rubbing your chest just like you did. "And I will be paying attention to you soon enough."
Without warning, the massive shirtless muscled Titan before you back and SLAPS that pretty chest of yours! CRAKKKKKKKKKKK! The impact sounds around the place. I shove you at the ring - your face all surprised and shit and maybe you have no idea how brazen I can be. "Get in the ring and we settle this!"
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MICAH
You start mouthing off about how Alejo was yours first, and how you're going to make him pay for offering himself up to another. Shaking my head as you flap your gums, not really giving a shit about whatever it is you are spouting off about. Then you step towards me, and I can help but take in your impressive physique. Your thick hand finds its way to my pecs, I flex them instinctively, admittedly aroused by your touch.
I let my thoughts get away with me too much...and CRRRACCKKKK...your hand smacks across my pec slabs...the sting searing through them. Can't contain the stunned look on my face. This bastard must have some huge ones to come in to my place, make blatant demands, and then smack me like that. Then the challenge gets issued...what he REALLY came for. The fucker's pride got hurt that I took his 'property' so now he thinks he can come in here and restore some of it. I big grin breaks across my face. 'I thought you'd never ask, asshole.'
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ERIK ATLAS
My face changes.... ask... he told me to come here and fight for Alejo. Now he's saying something completely different. or is he? I was told by Alejo's communication I needed to come fight Micah for him. Well, we're in it now. Scored that hit and he says, Though you'd never ask, asshole."
I am more than an asshole, I have arms legs and a chest. he's about to find that out. I Charge and SCOOP from the crotch, LIFT and TOSS Micah between the middle and top ropes rolling him into the center of the ring. I JUMP to the apron - VAULT over the top rope. All this counting toward Alejo's upcoming ass beating.
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MICAH
My grin gets wider as I see your expression change. Confused by the messages you received about coming here to fight for Alejo, and my banter. It gets it's intended response as you lose your cool and charge at me. You scoop me up and toss me in to the ring...quickly, I roll up to all fours...keeping my eye on you as you hop over the top rope. The floor of the ring shakes as you almost 300# of muscle lands hard. Before you can get your bearings I charge at you...driving my shoulders to your abs...wrappmy my sculpted arms around you..and slamming your back hard to the corner turnbuckles.
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ERIK ATLAS
I get in the ring and yu CHARGE ME HARD - not what I expected from a guy 90 pounds lighter than me - we HIT the corner pads... hands together SLAM YOUR BACK DRIVING YOUR FLAT TO THE MATS. Holding the ropes I LEAP and LAND on your back!
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MICAH
UNNGHHH...feel the power of your arms driving down to my back....hit like the proverbial Mack truck...dropping me down hard to the canvas...start to press up to all fours and roll when WHAMMMMMM...your massive body splashes down on me, my chest crushes against the floor of the ring as the air rushes from my lungs.
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ERIK ATLAS
You got some nice trap muscle and i use it like a fucking luggage handle. GRIP IN until you're shrieking. and LIFT you to yur feet - the trap claw tearing into your trap muscle, using it to shake you - slap yur face. "You still want Alejo? Huh?" SLAP... turn and jack you into the corner...
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MICAH
ARRGHH....Feel your fingers dig in to my traps, cry out as the burn travels from my shoulders down my arms. This swole fucker is as strong as he’s blown up! My back hits the corner buckles hard. Arching my defined muscular body back as my arms hook over the top rope, keeping me from falling on my ass!
Rub my face, stinging from your insulting slap. Who the fuck does this as think he is? As you flap your gums more, I suck in a deep breath, step aggressively from the corner, left fist clenched. See you brace for the hook from the left. Instead I bring my right leg around hard, drilling my boot to the outside of your knee. The CRACKKK echoes through the warehouse. Then bring my right arm up, as you stagger, and chop the side of my hand hard to the front of your throat.
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ERIK ATLAS
you were acting like a candy puff master like most of them are - and then steel threads into your look and body like yur possessed.... CRAKK! CHOP! I stagger left holding my throat wondering where the fuck that came from - SHOVE yu back as I stumble to recover
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MICAH
You shove me back towards the corner after I land two stinging blows. A smirk breaks across my face as I see your stunned expression. The fucker thought his size was going to dominate this fight. Well, size isn’t everything when your in the ring...
I brush my fist across my chin as I step from the corner. Quickly, I snap off another quick kick to the outside of your knee. The laces and grommets of my boot leaving a good abrasion. As you stumble from the impact, I make good on that left hook, drilling it hard to the side of your jaw.
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ERIK ATLAS
You kick was going to telegraph the hook... yu RAKE my leg and I forearm up blocking the hook.... and shove yu back to the corner! HUGE rocket shove FRONT kick to your knee!
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MICAH
Your forearm comes up quick blocking my fist to your jaw. You plant your hands on my pecs and shove me back har to the corner. Watch as you come in after me, roll to the side as you bring your boot up to take out my knee. Your momentum takes your leg through the ropes, as I circle behind you and drill two hard fists to your back, right over your kidneys.
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ERIK ATLAS
I Got my leg STUCK in the ropes and that little shit is faster than I thought. Battering me in the kidneys! I fire a WILD backswinging haymaker! It fans air but warnt intended to hit u - I would cry if it did - just get you off me - pulling out of the ropes and face you center ring!
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MICAH
I fire a third hard shot to you kidney, making sure you feel the power that this fit body packs. You swing back wildly towards me. See that big arm coming and step back quick. Corner of my mouth upturned as I see you get your leg out of the ropes, hand on your low back as you turn to face me. Standing my ground. Ready to see what this fucker's gonna bring, now that we're starting back face to face in the ring.
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ERIK ATLAS
yu Carve a hard shot into me as we separate and come to center and I charge with bull power and force - we hit chest to chest arms clamp around you BEARHUG CRUSH trapping your right arm to your side and SQUEEEEEZING HARD! Shaking you and sawing the hold in deeper. I see Alejo watching this, this is the hold I crushed him out with - and he looks worries for you. "Boy wonder is all worried about you.." I whisper in your ear as your body compresses into a slowly shrinking space and your breath grinds away - huge muscle on your chest and front flexing around you... heat and pressure swallowing you as u squirm lips crazing your neck
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MICAH
My shot to your kidney only seems to enrage you. I back up to center and you charge straight at me. Brace for the impact as you wrap your arms around me, trapping my right arm against my ribs...FFUCCCKKKKK...my chest crushed as your smooth pecs press in to my ginger hair trimmed slabs. I feel my cock stir in my leather trunks as your muscle presses in to mine and your lips graze my neck. I exhale slowly, as I bring my legs up, and wrap them around your waist. I slide my boots across each other and lock my ankles as I flex my quads and squeeze you back. Bring my free left arm up, planting my hand across your forehead and start to push your head back. Leaning my head down in to yours...my lips press against yours as I slide my tongue forward, licking your lips.
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ERIK ATLAS
Your legs clamp around me and my cock springs HARD... Im crushing you GOOD and feel your legs return the power - and those kidney shots are giving you payoff making me groan - then you push back my head... lips meet... OHHHH you taste GOOD... I push in and KISS you deep. COCK THROB
We break a moment and feel suddenly I have been asking the wrong question. Alejo drifts from my head and I look at you - "Maybe we can share him - I'll come over and visit...?" Arms stop the torturing crush and relent to holding you and exploring your back. "I want you..."
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MICAH
My move has its desired effect. I feel you relax the bearhug...and I thrust my tongue deep in to your mouth, tasting you. Push back further on your head, arching you back, then you break, and push back. I see you staring at my impressive physique, and a look of desire crosses your face. You offer a truce...sharing the bitch...then there's the admission...he WANTS me....
'Oh yeah? You WANT THIS?,' I exhale as your hands press in to my lats. Flare them out as your paws press in to them. I kiss your face, running my hand across your forehead, brushing your cheek...letting it trail down to your huge pecs...flicking at your nip...staring intently in to your eyes...letting a smile break across my face.
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ERIK ATLAS
You ask as if you're surprised. And I know a crossfit stud like you doesn't give it away. I work my face into your chest between yur arms and kiss your pec...lick the nipple. "Or I could go back to crushing the life out of you...." The SQUEEZE returns with the brutal fury bending your ribs - for a three count - and then relents again licking up to your neck....
"So maybe you keep him here and I come visit yu from time to time..." My knees bend arching you back, driving my crotch between yur tight legs..."
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MICAH
GGGRRRRRUUUNNNTTTTTT...loud and low as your arms crush me again. Feel the pressure in my ribs as I arch back in your grasp. Then you again propose some kind of 'sharing arrangement' after nuzzling your face in to my pecs, your tongue slithering up my neck.
I plant my hand back on your forehead as I feel your hard cock pressing between my legs. I slide to the side so my thick quad flexes up against your shaft, grinding it in. Push back on your head, watching your reaction as I work your meat with my thigh.
'That would be nice, Atlas...but just one thing...' I whisper as I bring my hand down across your eyes and RRRRRIIIPPPPPPP my fingers across them...then shouting..."I NEVER learned to share real well!!!'
As you cry out from the eye rake...I bring my quad back and WHAMMMMMM...drill my thigh up hard to your swelling package.
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ERIK ATLAS
And here I though we were getting along - RAKE - AWUUGHHH
BOOM! Ballshot
I drop u and sink to one knee holding my face!
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MICAH
Your massive body drops in front of me. Pull your hands from your face, your eyes tearing, red streaks starting to form where my fingers did their damage.
Bring my knee up....WHACKKK...connect with a hard strike to the bridge of your nose.
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ERIK ATLAS
You rip my hands away from my face and DRILL yur knee strike in there.. ROCKT back to the mats....Spthhhh! blood running down into my face.... "OK fucker....YOU get the next collar...yu need some manners..."
And Imma gonna teach u some as soon as I get the fuck up.... blinking and focusing HEEL STRIKE drills into your knee!
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MICAH
Like the look of seeing first blood. It looks good on ya. You fall back, and I step in to grab your head when...WHACCKKKKK...your heel drills my knee. It buckles from the power behind the impact, then snaps back as I attempt to right myself. Pain shoots down my leg. Stagger to the side to try to walk it off. Watching you closely.
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ERIK ATLAS
I roll into you working to drop you onto your ass and yur not falling for that shit jumping over me I get to the other ropes and work to standing...
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MICAH
I leap over you as you roll to take me down...as you pull up on the ropes I come back at you...pivot, and snap a hard side kick that connects with your cheekbone...CRAACKKKKKK...
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ERIK ATLAS
Yu spin that kick hard, powerful and lightweight (compared to me) hit me Good.... falling back hit the ropes bouncing in them dazed bad...
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MICAH
spin around again...landing another hard kick to your abs...bouncing that big muscled body in the ropes...look over at Alejo...'I think you'll be staying put for a while...' I shout at him...
your arms hooked over the middle rope...I reach down...grab the bottom rope and pull it up and over your thick arms...locking you in...
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ERIK ATLAS
You grab the ropes and lock me in - FIRE IN MY EYES - make me burn. "Make your next step carefully...." PULLING to get free....
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MICAH
step back as you struggle in the ropes...watching the big man flop around like a fish outta water...take my boot...plant it against your throat....and then lean down...pressing with all my body weight...grabbing the top rope for leverage...
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ERIK ATLAS
URRGGGHHHH!!! OK this....sucks!!! Choking me and still trapped - OK time for POWER - and might not have any left if he keeps choking me
I FLEX HARD and PULL left and right - you hear a weak creeeeeak from the left corner..... I flex again and CREEEEEAAAAKKKK!!!!!
Gagging from the choke.... haint pulled it free but I can see by the look on yur face yu dont wanna see that shit....
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MICAH
grin as I see you struggling in the ropes...flexing those huge arms. Your face reddens as I press my boot deeper across your throat.
my head turns as I hear a CREEEAAACKKKKK come from the corner...is this beast bulling the buckles free?? I pull the boot off your throat and stomp it down hard on your abs...before dropping down to the canvas and sliding out of the ring....
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ERIK ATLAS
UGHHHhhhh! yu STOMP my guts... Pulling the ropes, they are threading deep tween my delts and biceps, sawed in and holding me tight. Thinner guys get out of this with a lil squirm, I got mass locked in. And then you roll out.... OK ok ok I need to get the fuck out of this - he's behind me getting creative.... I plant my feet - breathe DEEP gathering power... and BEND deep and JUMP!
My legs lift me UP and OVER the ropes, releasing the grip the ropes have on my arms - I flip OVER the ropes and miss the apron barely flipping and hitting hard on the floor! Landing on my ass stunned
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MICAH
Step up behind you from the ring floor as you continue to squirm in the ropes...my hands about to dig in under your chin when you launch your massive body up...I duck to the side, as you flip up and over the ropes. Your mass hit the floor with a dull THUDDDDD...
Flex my pecs as I play with the zippers on either side of my leather trunks...look down at you, knowing I need to keep the pressure up on this big fucker...step back in towards you....and drill my boot hard to the side of your head...WHACKKKK...
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ERIK ATLAS
Fresh out of the Ropes and knew u were somewhere... BAMMMM - boot meets heat - there u are, found u. (fuck)
Rolling on the floor hard head reeling and yur out of reach... getting up rounding the corner away from you...
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MICAH
Your head snaps to the side as I drill it with my boot. You stagger around to the side of the ring....I follow you, looking over at Alejo and nod as he watches this battle intently...
Dig my fingers in to your traps..then RRRRIIIIIPPPPPP...as I rake them down your back, leaving thick red marks. You arch back from the pain and I grab you by the hair...WHAMMMMMM!!! slam your face hard to the edge of the ring apron.
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ERIK ATLAS
you dont give me a fucking break - Nails RIP down my back - You slam my head, my knee buckles... I am dazed but FURIOUS. Four finger spear THRUST into your pelvis stabbing the psoas juncture like a shaft of ICE into your pelvis - some call this worse than a ball shot. Your legs buckle and yu hit the floor! Maybe I'll stop and ask.... naw....
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MICAH
I keep up my assault, can't leave this fucker an opening...grin as I watch your knees buckle after your head takes another hit. I turn towards Alejo...'Your savior ain't looking too good now, is he? Just another one of those big roided up fuckers that thinks size trumps skill!' I scoff..
Slowly, I turn back to you...reach down with both hands to grab your head, when your face lifts up with a look of fury...AAARGGHHHHH...your fingers drive in deep in to my groin...digging in to my upper medial quad. A searing pain shoots both down my leg, up to my lower abdomen, and down in to my ball sack....my diaphragm spasms from the pain--can't catch my breath, and my leg gives out...I fall to the floor hard.
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ERIK ATLAS
Still reeling from the head shots... but savvy enough to see the opening. You hit the hard floor - and I land on top of you DRILLING a huge fist into the pit of your guts! BAMMMMM - I climb on top of you and straddle you with huge legs - all the nice parts of this match out the door, ELBOW drop to the middle of yur face! DRILLS the back of your head into the floor!!!
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MICAH
start to try to get up...when your big muscled bod lands on top of me....WUUMMMMPPP..your fist drills my abs...my breath again stunned. start to double up but you straddle those thick quads across me...CRRAAACKKKK...your elbow drills my face, sending my head back hard to the floor...try to shake it off, and as I do...feel a warm trickle of blood dripping from my nose.
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ERIK ATLAS
"I tried it NICE, didn't I? We can go back to that any time, boy. " I pin your left arm over your head exposing your pec, nice and stretched up.... fist back.... HEARTPUNCH! a drilling spear of pain lances through your chest!
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MICAH
You grab my wrist, pulling my arm up over my head. I struggle flexing my ‘cep, trying to push you back. Feel the stretch in my pec. Bringing my other arm up, planting it on your chin in another effort to turn your head and get you the fuck off of me...then WHAAAMMMMMMM...your fist drills my left pec. It feel like my heart stops...a precordial thump of sorts...my jaw drops as I try to breathe, but my lungs don’t respond.
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ERIK ATLAS
"Hard to breathe huh babe? Thats a BITCH aint it?" I GRAB you by the throat and LIFT hard SLAM yu against the ring post and my arms snake around your body LOCK AND SQUEEZE The legendary Atlas Bearhug crushing the fuck out of you as you're trying to find your breath after the Heartpunch! Your solid well trained body doesnt flex to defend well and my crush carves into you! HUGE irom muscle, warm and smooth around you crushing the fuck out of you.
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MICAH
You continue to show your power...picking me up by the throat and chokeslamming me up against the steel ring post. Pain radiates down my spine as I start to slump to the ground...only I don't fall. Your huge arms wrap around me, stunned from your attack, I can't respond as your bearhug envelopes me. Your huge biceps flexing, digging in to my ribs. My body reflexively arches back, trying to alleviate some pressure. Plant my hands on your pecs, dig my fingers in as you flex the slabs with your squeeze, trying anything to put some hurt on you and get you to back the fuck off.
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ERIK ATLAS
The crushing power starts to carve deep into your body and bending a visible dent into your spine! I feel your body flexing up and getting ready to try to fight the python embrace around you - I SHAKE side to side rocking and sawing the grip deeper and deeper - always moving - always shifting - not letting you settle and decide which is going to hurt more, the breathless inability to save your ribs, or the pressure splitting your spine!
Your hands HIT my pec slabs - flexed solid and STILL your forearms ripple and try tearing in - dents under your fingers in my muscle start forming as yu dog in , flexing your chest in my face. I shake hard and JUMP gripping around your legs and RUSH THE POST AGAIN! you SLAM into the post!
https://youtu.be/bX7-H_LB43g
Coming off the hit I REGRIP THE CRUSH around you FREE FROM THAT IRRITATING CLAW REPRISAL....
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MICAH
You shake my 220 pounds of muscle in your arms like I'm a rag doll. Putting more pressure on my back as I dig my fingers in deep to your pec slabs...sliding them into your arm pit...drilling for the nerve...anything to get you to loosen the death grip you have on my back and ribs
My fingers seem to have found the mark as you loosen the grip...but it's just for a moment as you shift your arms down around my neck...charge forward and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMM...my back drilled again hard to the post. Stinging pain shoots down my leg as the impact jars my vertebrae. I arch back again, dropping my grip on your pecs as your arms squeeze even tighter around me.
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ERIK ATLAS
OH yea... like a meat tenderizer yur flex disrupted and your counter spoiled - I lift hard dropping us to our knees! Your knees hit the cement floor and I lean into you bending your legs straight behind you, arching your back - bending you over in a horrifying crush. "Maybe I don't want Alejo...maybe I want YOU huh? Just say the word and I'll go back to seducing you..."
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-crush.html
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MICAH
Dropped down hard, my legs extended behind me, still caught in your vice-like squeeze...ribs crushed, my hip flexors getting stretched beyond anything they have experienced before. You propose an out...you'll give up on Alejo...in return for ME??!!
Shake my head vigorously in reply...'NOOOO...NOOOO...' I growl. 'I'm no one's bitch slave,' I gasp as you tighten the squeeze, and lean more weight in on me.
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ERIK ATLAS
"You sure you don't wanna serve me? Alejo said u like big dicks... or maybe he said u are a big dick... I don't remember..." Well he don't want the nice way, but he sure is pissed with the banter.
Time for another Atlas surprise... I LIFT snapping to standing! Then I RUSH the ring... you go from crushed and bend tortuously backward to UP into my arms... and we HIT the ring. The edge BASHES your back hard! i smile as u melt to the floor... standing over you I step on your stomach bearing 300 pounds on your guts... "Come on Micah...say you want me..."
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MICAH
Pulled up to my feet as you go on about having me SERVE you??!! Then WHAMMMMMM...my back drilled to the edge of the ring apron. Searing pain again shoots down my spine, and I collapse to the floor as you let go of me. You plant your boot on my brick abs and slowly increase the weight bearing down on me. I grab for your boot, holding it by the toe and ankle, trying to lift it up, and twist it off me, but you keep increasing the pressure.
You ask again...begging me to admit that I want you...my cock starts to swell in my leather shorts as my boots kick the floor in frustration. In a perverse way...I do want this beast...but not as my master...as an EQUAL...no man has abused me this way...especially after all the shit I dished out to him earlier.
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ERIK ATLAS
You squirm and fight, I have to admire how fucking handsome you look, defiant, and knowing yur losing badly. I JUMP off your gut using it like a trampoline - you instinctively guard your core from me coming down on it and STOMP both boots framing your head... The impact right next to your head!
You barely flinch.
Damm that's sexy.
I move off and turn, grab your trunks and strip yu naked. And that's a monster tool! No wonder Alejo wanted to lose. Thats a serious doorstop. I GRAB your head and Pull you off the floor...HUG!
LIFT!
slam your ass on the apron of the ring...
"Let's try this again...."
GRAB your throat KISS you deeply...... and break... "I believe we were negotiating before yu insisted on being vilent. Alejo's mine. I want you more. You would make a shitty slave and a better fucktoy." I grab your throat tighter... "So I'm going to fuck you. Then I leave with Alejo. Then you invite me over for dinner and you tell me how much you need me. I like steak, medium rare. And none of that faggy white wine. Bourbon."
CRACK!!
My OTHER hand SLAPS across your face, "You don't look like yur listening... are you listening?"
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MICAH
My abs crushed as you continue to bear down on them...you leap...I brace for the impact, flexing what I can of my 8-pack abs.
WHUMMPP...your boots come down on either side of my head. Surprised that my midsection didn't get more abuse, I stare up at you. Looking at your fucking amazing swole body from this angle, my cock gets more swollen...starting to hurt from the constraint of my leather shorts.
You turn...and pull down the zippers on either side of my shorts, the front of them peels down and my thick meat stands right at attention, immediately giving away my thoughts as to how aroused you and this battle has made me. In a single motion, you strip the shorts the rest of the way off me.
UNNGHHHH...you hook your arm around mine, lifting me up...then the other arm goes around the other side...SQUEEZZEEEE...I'm pressed again in to your sweaty hard body...lifted, and my bare ass slammed on to the apron.
I brace again for more abuse...then...
I feel your lips on mine. My cock throbs and starts to leak. I bring my arms up around you. pulling you closer...wanting you...and then you pull off, and the demands issue forth...you want to take Alejo...AAGHHHHH...your hand clutches my throat...my face reddens. I cough and sputter...
Then, you want my ass...I reflexively flex my glutes...I don't give my ass to just anyone, but this man...this BEAST...I find my self desiring him.
Boubon he wants...a smile breaks across my face, and I nod. "Beam...Maker's?...' I groan...
then SMACKKKKK...your hand cracks across my face.
'Yeah, fucker, I'm listening...I grunt'
My hands slide up your back, and I grab the back of your head, pulling you in closer...my lips press against your...and I bite down on your lower lip, then thrust my tongue deep in to your mouth...exploring it.
I bring my legs up around your low back, locking my ankles, squeezing you, holding you in front of me, as my hard cock grinds against your abs.
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ERIK ATLAS
I hear you suggest Beam and Makers... "Yea, you understand, Makers Mark," I say... and maybe it doesn't all come out as your lips hit mine again. OHHH yu taste good, and not like panic and fear. Your legs around me feel so GOOD. It's a cunning plan to keep me from fucking you. I press my shorts down and shuck off my boots, then blue jeans.... HUG you into me and LIFT arcing my THROBBING AND URGENT COCK tween yur legs and under yur balls....HUG you tight, making your ribs know I could really keep damaging you god, also showing you the smooth muscle power u seem to crave. My COCK drives IN and i slide all the way to scruff watching your head rock back and thick neck flex.....
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MICAH
I squeeze you tighter with my legs, holding you tight as I kiss you. I feel you push your shorts down, and then your thick cock pressing up against me. I break my kiss, lean my head down and bite hard in to the side of your neck as you cinch your hug on me tighter...and tighter. The ache in my ribs dulled by the lust that I have for you in this moment.
You lift me up...and ARRGHHHHHH...I cry out as your thick cock drills hard in to my hole. My legs reflexively tighten around you as I arch back in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
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ERIK ATLAS
Now I know for a fact Alejo briefed you - you zero in on my two favorite man-sensation - Biting my neck and wrapping handsome legs around me - and now I drive for my most favorite! Drawing back and slamming home I fuck into you hard! my cock in fucking heaven feeling the inside of your ass. I Pull you off the ring and HUG you standing and fucking for now. SQUEEZE your body in my arms and Alejo watches in undisguised lust!
"I'm going to like this partnership..." I declare as I fuck you eagerly...
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MICAH
Held in your arms...my ass riding your cock hard...I flex my legs tighter around you, and use them to pull myself back towards you. wrapping my arms around your and squeezing you tight. Burying your face in my sweaty pecs. flexing them tight against you. Pull your head back to kiss you when you utter the words, '...like this partnership...' PARTNER...this fucker gets it...he gets ME...I could so work WITH this man...this BEAST...my rock hard cock throbs more as it gets massaged between our abs...so close to releasing my load...letting him know how my respect for him has grown in such a short time...
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ERIK ATLAS
I HUG you close and talk very slowly still pausing to grind into you, eventually to your couch - in a display of slow power control I lay you back and mount you on the couch, legs around me and balls deep - "Don't you dare lose your load.... I got plans..." Wicked smile releasing the crushing embrace, lifting one leg for angle and HAMMERING your ass good!
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MICAH
You lift me up off the apron and carry me over to the couch. Laying me back as your cock still grinds deep in my ass. My back arching up as my legs continue to squeeze around your waist. 'Hold on to your load, you command.' I cannot help but listen, as a smile breaks across my face matching yours. Looking up at your amazing body as you pound my hole, massaging my prostate from the inside out.
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ERIK ATLAS
I grind deep into you slowly at first, with unspoken music making the dance happen - those legs so tight and strong, like you have zero BF and tight all over - I lose my control and head drops the fight and sinks into trust of you and fucking you hard and holding you good.... so close to busting. Grab your nipple and fuck you shaking!
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MICAH
You continue your rhythmic pounding of my ass. BOOM BOOM BOOM...it’s like the woofers of the dance club going off inside me. As I look up at you, a euphoria comes over me. My cock throbbing as it grinds between us. You bend down, and I grab the back of your head, pulling your face up against my neck as my body arches back. You start to work my nip nearly sending me over the edge. My body is yours to do with what you will...and I couldn’t be happier.
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ERIK ATLAS
You feel me driving into you harder three brutal thrusts! THEN MY COCK EXPLODES! FUkkKkkKKYEAAASSSS CUMSHOT! GRAB your throat throbbing inside you and pull my cock out still leaking - I straddle your waist and DROP my ass on your cock... relaxing and driving your cock into me, head back roaring making you slide into the tight road!
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MICAH
POUND POUND POUND, my body jerks as you thrust hard in to my hole. You reach down, grabbing my throat...my eyes bulge and face reddens as you squeeze my neck...then...you let out a guttural shout as your cock explodes inside me. My body tenses as your hot load fills me.
Before I can react, you pull out...sliding that massive sweaty body up across mine. My cock hard and throbbing, about to blow as well, when you press your muscle ass down on top of it. My full hard head spearing through your tight hole. YESSSSSSSSS...I NEED THIS...I NEED YOU....
I reach down. grabbing your hips, rocking you back and forth on my hard shaft as I watch a smile break across your face.
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ERIK ATLAS
AWUGHhhhgawd..... YUP...That one fat meaty cock... gawddammm ... my eyes eyes with the pain and pressure breathing hard as we turn this around and show u in good measure I want you too. I love the look on your face as i straddle-ride your cock, your tight body under my huge legs thrusting up into me.
If there was a nasty drum rhythm hammering out a "Carnivale" cadence riding your cock, like a nasty dance.
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MICAH
Every muscle in my body flexes as I hold you. Your big muscle body riding my shaft like a carousel horse pumping up and down as it circles fast and furious. I clench my fist, and crunch up BAM....pound your pec....BAMMMMM...crunch and pound it again, in rhythm with you as your ass continues to get impaled by my shaft.
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ERIK ATLAS
AWUGhhhh! groaning as your cock take a fucking man effort to absorb and hissing with hard sensation... my cock arching over your torso as u hammer my inner paradise over and over... sweat soaked grind with each other
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MICAH
Crunch up one more time....BAMMM. BAMMMMMM, BAMMMMMMM. Pounding your rock solid pecs, they lie back and smile as I see the reddened imprint of my fist on you. Your cock slapping across my abs, still leaking...strands of your cum mixing with our sweat.
I look over at Alejo, his jaw gaping at the sight of us entwined together...his obvious desire to be controlled by BOTH of his masters. I shake my head in pity for him.
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ERIK ATLAS
you HAMMER my chest THUMPF! bUMMFFF THUMPF!THUMPF!THUMPF! And its a deep human drum, unphased and riding (gonna BRUISE tomorrow but the whole screaming sensation ride is driving me!) Watching you shake your head and turn and see Alejo drooling - I wink at him. I turn and look at you and GRAB you throat and FLEX HARD on your cock with crushing glute pressure and FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex FLEX flex milking you faster than you thought muscular control could do.....
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MICAH
You follow my lead and give Alejo a look as you continue to ride my thick shaft...Your ass is amazing on my cock. I feel you flex, milking it, bringing me closer, and closer to ecstasy. You reach down, your thick hand wraps around my throat. Squeezing it...cutting off my air. My eyes start to bulge...my body tenses...the brief asphyxia from the choke finally sends me over the edge...
My cock EXPLODES inside you...sending rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you. I crunch up one more time, grabbing the back of your head...and pull you to my face...plant my lips on yours....and give you a long...deep...passionate kiss...before I collapse back to the couch.
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ERIK ATLAS
RELEASING your throat watching pure BLISS cross your face and hot lava manjuice jets into my ass...OHH you look amazing when yu cum - but this ... GAWDDamm...
We kiss and I let you breath true deep air and kiss your neck... feeling your cock throbbing inside me....FLEX on it crazing your post-shot sensitive tool. Pulling off you I stand... wobblin a bit, cuz nobody just walks right after that monster visits yur prostate. With a hand I pull you up to my chest and hug you close, kiss your ear. I give you a nudge to head to your bedroom in this place and hit the winch hauling Alejo back to the ceiling, still caged.
I Turn and shuck you onto my back and Piggy back you to the inner lair from drinks and some decisions. One the way out turn out the lights, as the crank comes to an abrupt stop >CHUNNKK!
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MICAH
You hit the winch, and Alejo’s cage hoists back up to the ceiling of the warehouse. I chuckle as he cries out, begging to be released. Lifted on to your back, I guide you to my private quarters. You drop me down and I close the door behind us.
Walk over to my liquor cabinet and grab the bottle of Makers Mark and pour us both a glass. Walk over and hand one to you as I wrap my arm around you and plant a long kiss on your lips.
So...let’s leave Alejo hanging for a bit...
I think we got more to explore here of greater importance...put my drink down and shove you down on the bed. Dive down on top of you...and start the exploration...
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Monday, June 8, 2020
ERIK ATLAS VS AGENT DEREK STEEL - TRAINING DAY
TRAINING DAY
ERIK ATLAS
I finish up cleaning the gym floor - we did our quarterly form checks on strength training for the SHARKSs group for a private dark ops branch called the SHARKS. They ware very much like SEALS but privately ordered. So many times, they are trained and hurt, left in the wind, and soldiers with all honors I would ever grant a fighting man. I love these guys in the house - it's always a raw unvarnished day when they're here. They were talking about an operative - yea, I know rare as fuck - but seemed to have them unnerved, which was also rare as fuck. He's been infiltrating special divisions and taking men out under their eyes. the men were showering up - they sure do sweat out a work out.
And I kept seeing a shadow. Yea not one of those walk-on-your-grave shadows. It seemed to have shoulders and a pretty muscular build. And it was hanging out in the locker room. It missed checkin mirror movement and i got a good look at him. Agent Steel is here. When we train there's always fight tools involved. Night sticks mostly, but a few tasers. I was collecting the bagful when I saw the shadow cross in front of the windows and he passed in front of the headlights of s car pulling out.
Foolish mortal. If it warnt for that car I woulda never seen him. Always remember the 5s system. Camouflage works when you control five things - Shape, shadow, silhouette, shine, and color. Yea little military joke - color aint an "S". but you sure remember this shit. He blew shape and silhouette and that's how I saw him.
I slowly walked to the lockers, having narrowed the Agent to be in the parking lots. I dropped the bag inside the lockers loudly. "Cancel CHRISTMAS...." I say in a plain voice. The showers keep going but I hear knives come out and the bag suddenly disappears and looks lighter. I walk back out to the front casually putting me between the SHARK Team and the Agent. I aint no hero, I just need the real heroic bastards to get some pants and a reload.
Steel could be planning a parking lot ambush or a hard assault on the team. I get ready for flashbangs and gas. I grab a wet towel from the used barrel - aint the first time I smelled a towel used by a real man. My phone is at the front counter and I slowly take my time getting there and get a 360 on the room and lot.
nothing.
FLASHBANG goes off in the locker room! This is when I feel personally cheated - I covered that vector! how did he get in there. The 8mm fire spattered in the close quarters. I count 6 body falls and one scream quickly squelched.I stand in the front room with my heart hammering. I hit the phone number I was told not to touch labeled "Break Glass in case of Cthulhu Outbreak"
It rang once and a female voice said, "Report."
"Flag on fire - repeat, flag on fire. This is Atlas, trainer for team 686 at Metroflex in Denton - Flash bangs in lockers - Flag on Fire." they told me to say that when I had reason to believe soldiers were killed and action is ongoing.
"Mr. Atlas, you are to leave the area and report to command at 686 HQ - do not take delays of any kind. Exit now. Destroy this phone immediately." I walk to the front desk slowly and toss the phone into a box behind the counter. BRRRRRRapapapapap!!!! It's a chipper/shredder they gave me when I took the assignment and the phone. The phone was immediately broken into thousands of 1mm square bits and made Humpty Dumpty look like a flesh wound. I tapped my pocket and noted my key fob and emergency weapon set - went to my Bike, climbed on and gunned the bike.
Deep breath
I'm leaving men behind.
I hate this.
I close my eyes and kill the engine.
Back pocket steel wand Baton slides out.
SCHLLLIKkkk! It telescopes into death steel.
I go back in
AGENT DEREK STEEL
The night is slightly humid, and the stars are intermittently shining with a bright fierceness beneath a a flowing patchwork of ragged clouds, and no sign of the moon. Decent conditions for night work all told. I've seen everything I can from my vantage point at the far end of the car park, or as Americans would say, "Parking Lot", as I stow away my night goggles, and now it's time to get up close and personal.
Always the most dangerous part of any mission that involves tagging Special Forces Assets of any kind, and SHARKs are no exception. I make my way across the car park. To a casual observer, and even to the majority of trained observers, I'm wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a large knitted turtleneck sweater, and from my gait I look like an overweight middle aged man, no one important, just making his way home after work, cutting through the Metroplex car park. However, once I reach a blind spot near the corner of the Car Park where no one from the Metroplex has a viewing angle on me, I meander casually towards the building, looking as if any man seeking a convenient place to piss.
As I consider all the extreme precautions I'm forced into taking, I'm actually a bit pissed off with my Syndicate employers. This is the third Special Forces team they've had me target in as many weeks. Apparently a joint US-UK operation had busted up one of their drug smuggling operations, costing them billions. They wanted to send a message. I was just the delivery boy. I even had to take out a team of Royal Marines in Vegas. Some would have been shocked at that, thinking that I might still feel loyalty towards my old outfit. But that's not where my loyalties lie. It never was. In the Royal Marines, I was expected to give my loyalty to my squad, to my nation, to my Queen, to go where I was told and to kill whom I was ordered. Fuck that shit. My only loyalty is for the men that serve with me. Some would say under me, and they can say that if they like. We take the contracts that we decide to take, and we kill the men we decide to kill. When we kill someone, we take the ownership for it. Their death is on my hands, I don't have, and I don't want, the comfort of knowing that I'm just following someone else's orders. I am not a soldier, I never was. I'm a warrior. Soldiers blame others for the lives they kill, their CO, their political leaders. I blame only myself.
I have a deep and abiding contempt for soldiers. Cowards. Hiding from their own responsibility for the death they dealt instead of owning it like a true man. I respect their strength. I respect their ability. I respect their discipline. I respect their bravery and courage in the face of danger. I respect their maleness and their beauty. I respect their achievements. But I feel only contempt for their moral cowardice.
No, the choice of targets was not my problem. The problem I had with my Syndicate employers was one of timing. After the last two excisement operations, every Special Forces unit was on high alert, making my job that much harder. Hence the extreme precautions. Not that I ever got lazy or careless. Lazy and careless meant dead in my line of work.
A dumpy, middle aged man takes a piss against the wall of the metroplex, and a few moments later, a man wearing black heavy boots, black stealth-form fitting muscle hugging combat bullet-proof carbon fibre composite trousers and a top made of the same material, with a utility belt holding my knife, my silenced pistol, wire cutters, binoculars, C4 explosive, my smartphone, ziptie, lockpicks, small medkit, small all-purpose toolkit, grappling device, a smoke grenade, a flash bang grenade, a frag grenade in case things got really dicey, an extensible baton for when blunt force was called for, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. I'm not sure I'll need the taser, but I like to be prepared.
Yet, I could not find an easy way up onto the roof. I crept around out of the blind spot, staying low in front of the cars, moving silently. This was now bloody dangerous. I could be spotted. Then, fuck up number 1 occurred. I darted quickly underneath a street light, not the smartest move, but I was pressed for time. My window of opportunity was short. There, through a window into the Metroplex, ran a hall leading to the Locker Room. At the end of the hall stood a mirror, and I was clearly visible in it for a second. FUCK.. but the angle was such it could be mistaken for someone in the lockerroom. That was my hope. I kept moving however, no certainty I was seen. Then, in mid dart from one car to another, it happened. Fuck up number 2. Of all the dumb luck... someone had been quietly sitting in their car, probably texting, then turned on the engine and the lights just as I passed in front of it. FUCK. I may not have been seen, but I could have been. But... there was what I needed, the way onto the roof. Abort or proceed? I stood frozen for a moment, listening to my gut, seeking out that deep uneasiness that was my own personal abort signal. I did not feel it. I nodded. I would continue. I always trusted my gut, it had yet to lead me astray.
I found a narrow passage around the corner near the fence on the other side of the metroplex with enough irregular patches in the rough brickwork of the wall to allow me to parkour up about a third of the way. I was able to use my grappling hook to catch the parapet and haul myself up the rest of the way. Once on the roof, the vent billowing with steam was easily spotted. That would be the exhaust for the shower room. I carefully made my way across the roof, alert for any kind of traps, not expecting them, but you never knew.
I reached the vent, and examined it carefully, unscrewing the grill and laying it aside with my general purpose toolkit. I weighed in at 100 kilos (220 lbs for Americans) and stood about 182 cm(6 foot for Americans). I was lean, agile, and extremely strong, my steel corded battle-forged muscle trained to an elite level. But I saw a problem. The ventilation shaft was just too narrow for me to make it through with my belt. I could remove my belt and carry it in front of me, but that could prove a distraction if I was discovered too early. I thought, no. It would have to stay. I'd have to come back for it later. I removed my utility belt and laid it aside. This was extremely risky. I'd be facing a squad of six fully trained SHARKS. According to the schedule for the training program I'd received however, they would be hitting the showers very soon, so hopefully not six fully armed SHARKS. I took only two items from my belt, being guided by instinct. A flashbang grenade to get the party started, and my baton. It would afford me greater reach than a knife if it came to close combat. Any other weapons that I needed I could appropriate from the SHARKs themselves.
I slid down the shaft, flashbang in one hand, and collapsed steel baton + toolkit in the other. It was a tight squeeze, but I made it, moving quickly and efficiently, timing the motion of my body to be in tune with the rythym and vibration of the ventilator fans, making it extremely unlikely that I would be heard or the vibrations of my passage observed.
After a short time, I reached the intake vent for the locker room, and quickly removed the grill on the shaft, sliding out into the currently empty locker room. I could hear the voices and laughter of men in the showers. Perfect. I placed the grill aside, then examined my surroundings. Now, in the locker room, I suddenly froze.... A voice, deep and masculine, in a rich Texan accent, called out, "Cancel CHRISTMAS....", on the other side of the row of lockers I was in. I froze and suddenly heard the sound of a large duffel bag full of kit get dropped inside the locker room door, near the shower entrance. SHIT SHIT... Thinking quickly... there, inside a pile of clothes clearly belonging to the SHARKs, the tip of an 8mm semi-automatic pistol. I swapped it for my tool kit and my baton, stashing them in an unused locker. Then, I darted up, g8mm in hand, back up into the ventilation shaft, pulling the grill behind me, exerting every ounce of muscle and speed I possessed to reinsert myself silently.
And not soon enough. I heard the sound of the SHARKS taking on the kit from the duffel bag the owner of the voice had dropped off. And then, the owner of the voice, a mountain of man muscle, handsome as a new day, and built like an oversized proverbial shithouse, walked into view. I shrank back carefully as his eyes scanned every inch of the locker room, including the ventilation shaft. Then, satisified he moved on. I dropped out, stuck my baton in the waistband of my combat trousers, shoved some silicone plugs in my ears that I kept in a pouch in my trousers, and the rest was quite simple. I threw a flash bang right in the middle of the six man squad while they were still pulling their trousers on, catching them unawares so they didn't even have a warning to close their eyes, while I was shutting my eyes tightly. The explosion of light and sound stunned them. I removed the silicon ear plugs, then I got a bead on them with my appropriated 8mm, and fired off a burst of six shots in rapid succession, aiming carefully, calmly, and coolly. Six bodies hit the ground. But.... one of the shots had gone wide, slamming into the sixth SHARKs shoulder, he'd tried to dive for cover as he heard the first shot. But the other five were clean, through the head. Simple and quick. The sixth hit the decks, and opened his mouth to scream. I was on him just as the sound started to escape, a savage smash with my baton to his temple, knocking him out cold.
I took a moment to quickly hunt down the civilian trainer, the Texan mountain of muscle who had likely spotted me. I didn't see him in the building, but I had heard just a bit earlier the sound of an industrial shredder. It was likely that a call had gone out. It wasn't safe to stay here. I heard a bike rev up, looked out the window, and saw the big Texan getting on his bike to leave, following orders, no doubt.
Fine. I would double back, take the final SHARK prisoner. The Syndicate had offered me a bounty if I could take one of the SHARKs alive for questioning. That suited me. I should be able to manage it. I passed a utility closet on the way back to the locker room, and found a role of duct tape. I dragged the KO'd SHARK out of the shower, and mummified his half dressed body in duct tape, after drying him off. As always, I noted and appreciated the fine musculature of this proud and powerful fighting machine. I might have a chance to sample it later, but no time now. I stood up, threw him over my shoulder, and turned to leave the building, my baton wedged in my combat trousers.
ERIK ATLAS
I come in and hear peeling duct tape and the muffled groans of Carlos Garcia. Ok, whoever this is, sounds like he's got a captive. I close slowly to the locker room swinging door. The smell of a fresh cooked flash bang hung in the air mixing with the shower moisture. The lockers down the hallway had light, so did the main exercise floor behind me. The hallway I was standing in was dark. My heart was hammering. I went to the worst case scenario so my head would be ready for what walks through that door.
In that vision I saw All my men were dead and Satan and the local Amway salesman were taking one for take out to eat later. Strangely my ex wife Angela was in there, cuz when yur head envisions "the worst case scenario" all your mistakes show up. The good thing I was relieved to see a real human carrying Garcia over his shoulder instead of Angela and her lawyer smirking at me like that.
Then my heart lurched seeing the spreading pool of soldier blood in the locker room as the door swung shut. Ok this has to be Agent Steel. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit ..... I tried not to think of how many solid professionals already fell to this fucker. But they didn't have ATLAS on duty.
And that was my cunning plan. I am not an ASSET in this game. I'm a meathead in his calculus and therefore completely expendable. Sweat pants, gym shoes, T-shirt and baton, and 6'5" of decades of muscle and fight training - that's what I got. My goal, disarm and detain, delay for 686 HQ to respond.
I took this in in less than 2 seconds - he was carrying Garcia on his shoulder and his arms up and gut open. I fired a ROUNDHOUSE KICK landing in the black figure's chest - expecting him to have some kind of body armor, I was surprised when I kicked into a man. They reel back into the door and I rush using an uppercut thrust two handed with the baton aiming for Agent Steel's throat!
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I turn the corner to head out to the corridor leading to the exit... and well... shit. FUCK ME. Here I am, with a couple hundred pounds of SHARK meat over my shoulder and that massive 6'5" of Texas Beefsteak looking at me with a very unfriendly expression on his face. The most I can do as the big dude rushes towards me is let myself relax, not resist the blow I have no chance of stopping, especially not with a big muscled SHARK on my shoulder.
The big Texan slams his oversized foot in a very credible roundhouse kick that smashes into my sternum like a donkey kick. I stagger backwards, trying to keep myself released, feeling a dull ache spreading through the tightly muscled centre of my chest. It's going to be a very big bruise. It could have been much worse if I hadn't let myself relax into the blow.
As I backpedal in what I could hope could be called a controlled stagger, I know I'm going to drop this big piece of meat on my shoulder, it's just a question of when... and how. As you rush in towards me, holding your baton by either end, looking to drive it under my chin, I nudged the when to now, and the how to directly at your feet.
As you trip over the sudden 200+ lbs of KO'd heavily muscled SHARK slamming to the floor in front of you, I reach forward, grabbing both of your wrists. as your unstoppable momentum carries you onward. I grunt, breathing through the ache in my sternum, and allow myself to fall backwards.
As my back makes contact with the ground, my feet and legs get tucked in under me, my powerful thighs coiled like loaded springs, then explode up to slam into your gut, adding my own considerable power to your very considerable momentum, I send you sailing over my head, releasing your wrists, through the door to the locker room to crash back first and upside down with a very terrificlly loud CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH where muscle and bone meets steel. I kipped up to my feet, on my guard, my baton extended held lightly in my hand, my eyes fierce and bright.
ERIK ATLAS
I Charge like I do in the ring, like in football and shit that is not the best way to go here. I CRASH through the locker door and HIT the floor skidding.
My hand comes up off the floor sticky and realize...that's Beck's... head. I'm assaulted with Nausea, rage, horror, and just plain gross out. I look around and my locker room is a slaughterhouse. my heart hammering. I ain't hurt but I ain't happy. I helped build these men! My rage starts getting better of me, but let it go man - I'm in the lockers and the door is behind him. I came in to stop him and... Imma gonna do that.
I wipe my hand off and the blood dries there instantly making my hand sticky... I scramble to stand and my hand hits one of the night sticks I gave the men. Right, it didn't save them. I quickly start counting shots and decide he's out. He didn't shoot me.
My dithering about stakes about 15 seconds and that's a fucking eternity in a fight - you see the door SLAM OPEN EXPLOSIVELY and I shove BECK'S BODY at you hard! I was pretty sure he dint wanna miss the action to save Garcia and needed him to shield and distract. The body takes your first prepped strikes and I come over it using the nightstick - my kubaton slung to my wrist dangling as backup and using the found nightstick, built in side short handle (( http://www.weapons-universe.com/Law_Enforcement/Batons/Standard_Tonfa_Police_Baton-K-4429.shtml )) going for a swinging head strike!
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I dropped the appropriated 8mm pistol as soon as I was done with it, the chamber emptied. Hearing the sounds of movement from inside the locker room, past the swinging door, I knew better than to charge in blindly. There was blood on the floor in there for one thing, and that was never a good addition to a fight, introduced too much random chance. I looked down, the SHARK I was carrying moaning and groaning slightly, his mouth duct-taped up, looking a bit battered. I smile. The look suited him. I kept the taped up SHARK between me and the door.
I stood back from the door, not too close but not too far. I heard a lot of movement in there, and then you come barrelling out, and I strike forward, striking down hard with my extensible steel baton, ( http://www.weapons-universe.com/Law_Enforcement/Batons/Expandable_Baton-32.5_inch.shtml ), and... clever bastard! Using one of the dead SHARKs as a meat shield. Your meat shield smashes on the ground, on top of his live companion, and you make your way over both bodies, one living, one not.
You scramble over both the bodies, slowing you down just a fraction of a second, enough for me rapidly change my level, ducking under the swinging head strike, the wind of it's passage ruffling my sharp, short utilitarian hair cut.
I note your position, the two bodies stacked together directly behind you. I plant my powerful thighs, and surge forward into the hole in your guard left by your attack to my head, swinging my baton in a sharp short strike aimed at your dangling wrist, looking to stun that arm, to keep your backup baton out of play for a brief window.
Then my shoulder lowers, and I drive my hard shoulder into your abs with my 220lbs behind the blow.
My hope is that the impact will stagger you backwards enough so that you trip over the bodies behind you, and fall backwards.
2020-05-08 21:13
ERIK ATLAS
YOU hit ME AND WE STUMBLE BACK... I grab YOUR BATON AND PULL IT AROUND YOUR HEAD - IF you keep the grip, you choke yourself with your bicep over your throat - if you let go I have another baton- as you click through that dilemma my legs CLAMP ON YOU and instantly threaten to break yur ribs with crushing power!
Chest to chest, legs snaking around you like carcrushers, arm threatening to choke you - getting my right hand free slapping at my leg pocket...
2020-05-09 14:39
AGENT DEREK STEEL
As I drive my shoulder into your abs, you do indeed fall backwards over the two stacked bodies, but you also grab the end of my baton with your left hand, using it to wrap my own bicep around my throat! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Your legs wrap around my midsection trapping me into your guard, and you start to apply some serious pressure! OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF
I smash my knee forward, under your tailbone, and drop my weight to drive your massive Texas beef down, slamming your tailbone into my knee, the release switch for the guard, BJJ 101. Even that brief exposure to the power of your thighs sends tingles through my ribs, this fucker is not to be trifled with. I surge through the temporary gap, my chest staying glued to yours as my knees slide up and over your thighs to plant themselves on either side of your hips, instinctively blocking your hip mobility and give me a solid base of balance, and with the added bonus of blocking off access to your leg pocket by interposing my knee and leg between your right hand and your thigh.
Now we are chest to chest, with me in full guard, your left arm stretched to the right over your own neck in order to maintain the grip on the end of my baton to keep my choked out. About 2 or 3 seconds have passed, and I'm definitely beginning to feel the warning tingle that proceeds a blood choke. But I have you exactly where I want you. I release my baton. You suddenly have nothing resisting your left hand.
That's when I strike. Like a snake, my left hand shoots under the back of your head. My right hand elbow drops to the floor. I grab my right wrist with my left hand, then drop down, tucking your already conveniently stretched out left arm by the elbow into the crook of my neck. My base is solid, my knees are planted firmly in the guard, locking your hips down tight. I've got your head solidly locked in an arm triangle choke that you very conveniently set up for me. ( https://drive.google.com/open?id=1_Wt3cIGG-icg-rBVR6r7y8DLoxGQJXso )
You have the tip of my baton all right, in your left hand, but no freedom of movement, with your elbow locked up tight, to swing it. I stare down into your eyes. And what you see .... is respect, admiration, and even attraction. I flex my arms tight and push forward, going for the blood choke. This massive Texan beefsteak is a dangerous opponent. But although he might not know it, his life is not in danger from me. Regardless of what people might say about Agent Derek Steel, he does not kill just for the sake of it. That is just to pay the bills. This.... a fight with a valiant opponent is what feeds his soul.
2020-05-09 22:04
ERIK ATLAS
You engage in a hard nearly brutal BJJ clinic - the lock pops my guard - first clue u know yur shit on the mats. I'm cage trained - you're life trained! I see it every move - you peel through my guard, my arm choke and glide to a face to face choke - NO No no no - then eyes meet. I fought Gregory Payne, The Cement Mixer, The Rage, Muscle Monster, Demons - and never seen a look like this from a trained killer. I see the look and its like respect - but the blood between us is making my head rage just making confusion. Then I note - there's two opportunities I handed you - you could've used a Kimura and wreck my elbow and shoulder; my crotch was wide open and yu could've carved my jewels off me - this guy is NOT trying to kill me...
I decide DROPPING the baton of your is better than trying to keep it - it's a prize - it's just bait to make me open to more attacks - and wow you don't know ATLAS power... I Thrash and flip my arm outside yur head and CLAMP AROUND YOU IN A CRUSHING DISPLAY OF POWER - POWER is what I got and am using it! I roll left and put YOU on your back kicking to side mount - and my BJJ is shit in this fight - opening negotiations. "You missed three places to kill me and u ain't." Growling in your ear. "and... You killed them!" A note of fury and grief in my friends dying. "And now you're going to try and play with ME?" I crush TIGHTER feeling the solid muscle packed on you bending.
2020-05-10 14:48
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I lean forward, and tighten my muscle, then you show me some truly awesome power. Well, fuck me.... it's not everday that you meet a man strong enough to thrash their arm out of a triangle choke, but you sure as hell are in that select category. I can't help but appreciate how fucking powerful you are.
You brute force your left elbow in between my chin and the top of your head, freeing it, as you throw your right arm over my shoulder to grab your left hand. Then... using those awesome arms, each one nearly as thick as my goddamn thighs, you crush down across my shoulders and mash me up against you... OOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
The shock of all that sudden pressure gives you an opening to heave left, rolling me onto my back. Now I've got your weight to contend with as well as your strength. I start to whistle like a pressure cooker as you crush my muscle. But I don't let go of my choke, not yet, using it to keep you from going apeshit, and already realizing that it's my escape route from having my chest and shoulders liquefied.
You tell me that you know I'm not going to kill you. I smile, even as I'm getting crushed, recognizing the fine tactical mind you possess, accurately analyzing and drawing conclusions in the middle of a fight. Interesting choice of words ... play ... but, I suppose it's not entirely inaccurate. If I'm not going to kill you, then why am I still here? I know the answer, but I don't have time right now to consider it at the moment. There is a part of me that knows the answer, and that's good enough for now.
I wait a few seconds till you are confident you have me where you want me, as the pressure builds and pain is hammering my upper body, being crushed in a way I'd never considered, then... breathing through clenched teeth, my left arm, still tightly wrapped around your head, releases the grip on my right bicep, and I unwind it from your head. This creates a gap and I shoot backwards through the escape hatch, leaving you to crush empty air.
Like a snake, I twist from my hips and lever my 220lbs of hard, steel, albeit slightly crushed, muscle onto your back, covering you with my weight.
I'm conscious of the time factor as well. I don't want to fuck around, but I've already decided that I am not going to kill you. End of story. I don't analyze the reasoning behind the judgement, I just accept it. And that means I'm not going to break your neck. But... breaking some ribs might be just the ticket.
From your back, I shoot my right leg under your abs with an explosive force that takes you by surprise. I drive my left leg under my right boot as it shoots out under your gut. You are a BIG boy, with a huge girth, but my legs are long, and forged of battle-hardened steel. With an enourmous, savage grunt of pure muscle radiating from my core, I lock my right ankle in the crook of my left knee. I bash your face to the ground to stun you, then wrap my arms tightly around your head, my right bicep cutting deep into your throat and grabbing my left elbow. I roar, then heave over to my side. I keep my head in close to your head, at an angle out of reach of a thrown elbow.
I breathe through the dull throbbing in my upper back, a leftover from the demonstration of your crushing force. I whisper in your ear, "Okay big boy, let's see what you got." I focus, breathing deep and slowly begin to channel a deep surge of power radiating from my core into my legs, the figure 4 body scissors slicing into your incredibly strong core, driving into your abs and threatening your ribs. I may not have your awesome mass, but my muscle is battle-trained, and forged in combat. If this big boy wants to see power, then I can show him POWER.
2020-05-10 22:24
ERIK ATLAS
I drop you on your back and crush you TIGHT! And then you prove its hard to get leverage on a snake.... slipping out of my grip and levering hard yur out and my face slams into the floor... yur legs clamp around me TIGHT! That Figure four packing my abs in tight and hard...UGHHHHHHHhhhghffff! that's.... fucking..... tight! I FLEX HARD armoring up against that squeeze, about to fight that leg lock - but this danger travels in pairs... you snake in a rear choke from behind - I caint waste time fighting that body lock when the choke will kill me.
You feel my back RIPPLE with muscle power as I GRAB your arm, no not the choking one, but the crooked one your choke is locked in - that's the pull-tab and I PEEL it down with unrelenting POWER. That's the lock for the choke, not the other arm - I shaky my head and try to get your choking arm off my neck but only manage to get my chin under the choke... Your body is an amazing weapon of hard trained muscle - if another day - and yu killed fewer of my men - we'd be happy naked fucks...
THEN YOU REALLY SQUEEZE WITH YOUR LEGS!
"AWUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHFRKKKKKKKK!!!" groaning loudly and squirming as my flex holds you off for 10 seconds and then slowly crumbles under incredible power and leverage.... (Gawd how is he doing this? No one crushes like this!) I don't dare let go of yur arm...
Then.... lights - the red flashing emergency lights of someone responding. Wait.... I didn't call police, I called 686. Plain as day, dumb as ham, a Denton Cop pulls in front of the window of the main room with emergency lights running. He gets out of his car and casts a clear pear shaped silhouette as he walks up to the window with a tactical flashlight - the hallway to the main room fills with light... The cop lets out a squeal of surprise - IT'S CLEAR HE'S SEEN THE BODIES - The porky lone cop runs to the door he-hawing something into his radio...
The incredible SQUEEEEEEEEZE around my waist making me wanna barf and every breath serious work - you feel my thick back rippling as we struggle - my waist slowly relenting to your power and leverage. My heart hammering - I'm about to be real inconvenient once the cop enters. Steel is going to have to eliminate one of us. and I'M THE ONE WITH HIS NECK IN A TRAP.
OK I need to move... Gawd the crush around me HURTS and if I vacation here I'm going to have to puke up blood... I PLANT one foot to stand....
2020-05-11 14:02
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I breathe deeply, feeling the power gather in my tensed and steel-flexed abs, releasing it through my legs, finding the rythym to break down your incredibly powerful core, a bit like trying to crack a cement block. Then, in a move I should have expected from a powerhouse like you, you grab my left wrist, as I cup the top of your head, and FUCK ME again... you slowly peel it back and down, I don't have the energy to fight your core and your arms at the same time.
The sheer power you have at your disposal is fucking incredible. I put up enough of a resistance as you slowly dissect my sleeper choke to keep you focused up top, allowing me to sink in my thighs around your core deeper, before running into your hard-unyielding flex. In the meantime, your tactics allow you to adjust your head and get your chin tucked in, removing the danger from the choke. You've got a hold of my left arm, but my right arm unwraps from your throat, plants on the floor, allowing me to bridge up a bit, take a deep breath, and focus in tune with my breath, my body, my core, gathering up a surge of power.... then releasing it, every steel cord of my body twanging with tension as I release a carefully throttled, slowly ramping up ripple of power into my thighs.
Your core resists me like a fucking wall of concrete.... five seconds..... 8 seconds..... sweat drips down my face, splashing on your neck... I breathe through, throwing myself into this incredible struggle with my entire being... 9 seconds.... then... CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkk... I feel your incredible core start to crumble, and my legs sink in, unleashing devastation into the centre of your power, your strength. Then....
FUCKKKKKKKKk
Red lights flash outside, not military, but civilian police. As the emergency lights strobe into the gym, lighting up the hallway where we are struggling, I look out the window, and catch the sight of a lone cop shining his flashlight through the window and down the hall. I don't have fucking time for this. I growl deep in my throat as the cop runs to the lobby door, literally only about 20 seconds away from our position. Then, as if that weren't enough this massive piece of Texas Beefsteak starts flexing his muscles. I'm practically in awe as I feel the power rippling up your back, pressed against my hard, cut pecs and abs.
My legs cut deeper into your core for a moment, but gets a foot under him and starts to heave up. I reach out with my free right hand, grab my baton, dropped on the floor, measure the force precisely for the desired effect, and bash the butt into your temple, feeling your eyes roll up in the back of your head as I put you out like an Ox for a good few minutes. Sometimes I get too caught up with having fun.
I unwind my legs from your body as it twitches spasmodically from the heavy blow to your temple. I get up to my feet, and charge the door from the lobby, baton in hand. The cop comes through the door handgun extended. I don't even pause.
He fires a shot at my centre mass, smashing into my right pec. I grunt, as it feels like I was kicked by a mule, but I ride with it, my body staggered for a brief moment, but recovering quickly. My carbon-fibre composite bullet proof combat top does what it says on the tin, stopping the bullet from penetrating. I'll have a nice thick bruise on my right pec though. It's a good thing they teach cops to always go for centre mass.
He doesn't get a second shot, my baton whips out, smashing his handgun out of his grip. I'm a bit pissed, and I kick him in the nuts with my steel toed boot hard enough to crack his cup and double him up despite it. I grab the back of his head, tense, and smash my knee up into his face, breaking his jaw clean, and smashing his nose. He goes limp like a puppet with his strings cut. I quickly let him drop, raid his tactical belt, and grab cuffs.
I sprint back towards you, every second counting now, this place is too hot to stay in anymore. I plan out my next steps with careful precision. I have perhaps five minutes tops. It should be enough time. I roll you over, and quickly cuff your massive arms behind your back. Then, on some kind of wierd impulse, I lift the back of your head up, look at your eyes, still rolled back in your head, and kiss you, once, tenderly on the side of your temple.
I squat next to you, and HEAVE, muscling you up over my shoulder. FUCK ME! I stand up, feeling as though I've just done a series of 150 kilo squats in the gym. I stagger a bit, but then lumber out of the building, stopping only to grab the keys off the downed cop. A few seconds later, I open the passenger door of the police cruiser, and throw you in the back seat, no time to be gentle. Then, I sprint back to the gym, parkour back up to the roof, and recover my dropped tactical belt. It's my favorite. Don't want to leave it.
Then, back into the gym, to the knocked out cop, a bit porky, fuck, I think the whole American cops and donuts thing is more fact than fiction. I consider killing him, it would be easier. But I make it a point of professional pride never to kill unless necessary. I wasn't paid to kill this man, so I wasn't going to. I stagger out the back, and lever open the lid of the huge steel trash bin, and dump the cop in there. I broke his jaw pretty savagely, and he'll be out for several hours.
He should also be safe from my next trick. I take the C4 off my utility belt, and quickly plant it in the locker room. I set the timer for five minutes, near a door with the warning sign on it indicating danger of death by fire and shock on the other side. That was the boiler, fed by gas for the shower room. Once the C4 exploded, the gas lines would rupture, feeding an almighty fire which would burn down the gym and the bodies. It would take the investigation teams quite a while to determine that there were two unaccounted for bodies here. The SHARKs and the big thick beefy Texans. It would be quite a while before they even considered the possibility that they might not be dead. I would be long gone by then. And as a bonus, it would be extremely hard for the SHARKs to cover this incident up. They might have hoped for a quiet clean up... but a five alarm fire is a bit harder to sweep under the carpet, and I did love tweaking their asses.
I gathered up the duct taped and well-cocooned SHARK still alive under the body of his dead comrade, heaved his thickly muscled body over my shoulder and lumbered back towards the police cruiser, throwing him unceremoniously in the back seat on top of that massive Texan beefsteak. I put the cruiser into reverse, and backed out, flashers on. I pulled out of the car park just as I heard more sirens in the distance. Precisely five minutes after I set the C4, there was a particularly lovely explosion and a light in my rearview mirror. I smiled.
--------------- An indeterminate amount of time later ---------------------------------
"Wake up." I slap the big Texan's face lightly, then harder. You are naked as the day you were born. Your wrists are held my metal shackles and chains attached up to something in the ceiling. Your ankles are spread wide, and likewise chained to the floor. The room is darkened, with a single dim light straight overhead. Other than that, there are no distinguishing features to be seen. I am standing in front of you, wearing black jeans and a tight black muscle-hugging rashguard style shirt, showing off my muscle quite nicely. It looks like I've got a steel baton shoved in my back pocket. I grab your chin, and move your head right, then left, examining you carefully. "And how are we feeling today?"
2020-05-11 22:23
SEE PART II
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/06/erik-atlas-vs-agent-derrek-steel.html
ERIK ATLAS
I finish up cleaning the gym floor - we did our quarterly form checks on strength training for the SHARKSs group for a private dark ops branch called the SHARKS. They ware very much like SEALS but privately ordered. So many times, they are trained and hurt, left in the wind, and soldiers with all honors I would ever grant a fighting man. I love these guys in the house - it's always a raw unvarnished day when they're here. They were talking about an operative - yea, I know rare as fuck - but seemed to have them unnerved, which was also rare as fuck. He's been infiltrating special divisions and taking men out under their eyes. the men were showering up - they sure do sweat out a work out.
And I kept seeing a shadow. Yea not one of those walk-on-your-grave shadows. It seemed to have shoulders and a pretty muscular build. And it was hanging out in the locker room. It missed checkin mirror movement and i got a good look at him. Agent Steel is here. When we train there's always fight tools involved. Night sticks mostly, but a few tasers. I was collecting the bagful when I saw the shadow cross in front of the windows and he passed in front of the headlights of s car pulling out.
Foolish mortal. If it warnt for that car I woulda never seen him. Always remember the 5s system. Camouflage works when you control five things - Shape, shadow, silhouette, shine, and color. Yea little military joke - color aint an "S". but you sure remember this shit. He blew shape and silhouette and that's how I saw him.
I slowly walked to the lockers, having narrowed the Agent to be in the parking lots. I dropped the bag inside the lockers loudly. "Cancel CHRISTMAS...." I say in a plain voice. The showers keep going but I hear knives come out and the bag suddenly disappears and looks lighter. I walk back out to the front casually putting me between the SHARK Team and the Agent. I aint no hero, I just need the real heroic bastards to get some pants and a reload.
Steel could be planning a parking lot ambush or a hard assault on the team. I get ready for flashbangs and gas. I grab a wet towel from the used barrel - aint the first time I smelled a towel used by a real man. My phone is at the front counter and I slowly take my time getting there and get a 360 on the room and lot.
nothing.
FLASHBANG goes off in the locker room! This is when I feel personally cheated - I covered that vector! how did he get in there. The 8mm fire spattered in the close quarters. I count 6 body falls and one scream quickly squelched.I stand in the front room with my heart hammering. I hit the phone number I was told not to touch labeled "Break Glass in case of Cthulhu Outbreak"
It rang once and a female voice said, "Report."
"Flag on fire - repeat, flag on fire. This is Atlas, trainer for team 686 at Metroflex in Denton - Flash bangs in lockers - Flag on Fire." they told me to say that when I had reason to believe soldiers were killed and action is ongoing.
"Mr. Atlas, you are to leave the area and report to command at 686 HQ - do not take delays of any kind. Exit now. Destroy this phone immediately." I walk to the front desk slowly and toss the phone into a box behind the counter. BRRRRRRapapapapap!!!! It's a chipper/shredder they gave me when I took the assignment and the phone. The phone was immediately broken into thousands of 1mm square bits and made Humpty Dumpty look like a flesh wound. I tapped my pocket and noted my key fob and emergency weapon set - went to my Bike, climbed on and gunned the bike.
Deep breath
I'm leaving men behind.
I hate this.
I close my eyes and kill the engine.
Back pocket steel wand Baton slides out.
SCHLLLIKkkk! It telescopes into death steel.
I go back in
AGENT DEREK STEEL
The night is slightly humid, and the stars are intermittently shining with a bright fierceness beneath a a flowing patchwork of ragged clouds, and no sign of the moon. Decent conditions for night work all told. I've seen everything I can from my vantage point at the far end of the car park, or as Americans would say, "Parking Lot", as I stow away my night goggles, and now it's time to get up close and personal.
Always the most dangerous part of any mission that involves tagging Special Forces Assets of any kind, and SHARKs are no exception. I make my way across the car park. To a casual observer, and even to the majority of trained observers, I'm wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and a large knitted turtleneck sweater, and from my gait I look like an overweight middle aged man, no one important, just making his way home after work, cutting through the Metroplex car park. However, once I reach a blind spot near the corner of the Car Park where no one from the Metroplex has a viewing angle on me, I meander casually towards the building, looking as if any man seeking a convenient place to piss.
As I consider all the extreme precautions I'm forced into taking, I'm actually a bit pissed off with my Syndicate employers. This is the third Special Forces team they've had me target in as many weeks. Apparently a joint US-UK operation had busted up one of their drug smuggling operations, costing them billions. They wanted to send a message. I was just the delivery boy. I even had to take out a team of Royal Marines in Vegas. Some would have been shocked at that, thinking that I might still feel loyalty towards my old outfit. But that's not where my loyalties lie. It never was. In the Royal Marines, I was expected to give my loyalty to my squad, to my nation, to my Queen, to go where I was told and to kill whom I was ordered. Fuck that shit. My only loyalty is for the men that serve with me. Some would say under me, and they can say that if they like. We take the contracts that we decide to take, and we kill the men we decide to kill. When we kill someone, we take the ownership for it. Their death is on my hands, I don't have, and I don't want, the comfort of knowing that I'm just following someone else's orders. I am not a soldier, I never was. I'm a warrior. Soldiers blame others for the lives they kill, their CO, their political leaders. I blame only myself.
I have a deep and abiding contempt for soldiers. Cowards. Hiding from their own responsibility for the death they dealt instead of owning it like a true man. I respect their strength. I respect their ability. I respect their discipline. I respect their bravery and courage in the face of danger. I respect their maleness and their beauty. I respect their achievements. But I feel only contempt for their moral cowardice.
No, the choice of targets was not my problem. The problem I had with my Syndicate employers was one of timing. After the last two excisement operations, every Special Forces unit was on high alert, making my job that much harder. Hence the extreme precautions. Not that I ever got lazy or careless. Lazy and careless meant dead in my line of work.
A dumpy, middle aged man takes a piss against the wall of the metroplex, and a few moments later, a man wearing black heavy boots, black stealth-form fitting muscle hugging combat bullet-proof carbon fibre composite trousers and a top made of the same material, with a utility belt holding my knife, my silenced pistol, wire cutters, binoculars, C4 explosive, my smartphone, ziptie, lockpicks, small medkit, small all-purpose toolkit, grappling device, a smoke grenade, a flash bang grenade, a frag grenade in case things got really dicey, an extensible baton for when blunt force was called for, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. I'm not sure I'll need the taser, but I like to be prepared.
Yet, I could not find an easy way up onto the roof. I crept around out of the blind spot, staying low in front of the cars, moving silently. This was now bloody dangerous. I could be spotted. Then, fuck up number 1 occurred. I darted quickly underneath a street light, not the smartest move, but I was pressed for time. My window of opportunity was short. There, through a window into the Metroplex, ran a hall leading to the Locker Room. At the end of the hall stood a mirror, and I was clearly visible in it for a second. FUCK.. but the angle was such it could be mistaken for someone in the lockerroom. That was my hope. I kept moving however, no certainty I was seen. Then, in mid dart from one car to another, it happened. Fuck up number 2. Of all the dumb luck... someone had been quietly sitting in their car, probably texting, then turned on the engine and the lights just as I passed in front of it. FUCK. I may not have been seen, but I could have been. But... there was what I needed, the way onto the roof. Abort or proceed? I stood frozen for a moment, listening to my gut, seeking out that deep uneasiness that was my own personal abort signal. I did not feel it. I nodded. I would continue. I always trusted my gut, it had yet to lead me astray.
I found a narrow passage around the corner near the fence on the other side of the metroplex with enough irregular patches in the rough brickwork of the wall to allow me to parkour up about a third of the way. I was able to use my grappling hook to catch the parapet and haul myself up the rest of the way. Once on the roof, the vent billowing with steam was easily spotted. That would be the exhaust for the shower room. I carefully made my way across the roof, alert for any kind of traps, not expecting them, but you never knew.
I reached the vent, and examined it carefully, unscrewing the grill and laying it aside with my general purpose toolkit. I weighed in at 100 kilos (220 lbs for Americans) and stood about 182 cm(6 foot for Americans). I was lean, agile, and extremely strong, my steel corded battle-forged muscle trained to an elite level. But I saw a problem. The ventilation shaft was just too narrow for me to make it through with my belt. I could remove my belt and carry it in front of me, but that could prove a distraction if I was discovered too early. I thought, no. It would have to stay. I'd have to come back for it later. I removed my utility belt and laid it aside. This was extremely risky. I'd be facing a squad of six fully trained SHARKS. According to the schedule for the training program I'd received however, they would be hitting the showers very soon, so hopefully not six fully armed SHARKS. I took only two items from my belt, being guided by instinct. A flashbang grenade to get the party started, and my baton. It would afford me greater reach than a knife if it came to close combat. Any other weapons that I needed I could appropriate from the SHARKs themselves.
I slid down the shaft, flashbang in one hand, and collapsed steel baton + toolkit in the other. It was a tight squeeze, but I made it, moving quickly and efficiently, timing the motion of my body to be in tune with the rythym and vibration of the ventilator fans, making it extremely unlikely that I would be heard or the vibrations of my passage observed.
After a short time, I reached the intake vent for the locker room, and quickly removed the grill on the shaft, sliding out into the currently empty locker room. I could hear the voices and laughter of men in the showers. Perfect. I placed the grill aside, then examined my surroundings. Now, in the locker room, I suddenly froze.... A voice, deep and masculine, in a rich Texan accent, called out, "Cancel CHRISTMAS....", on the other side of the row of lockers I was in. I froze and suddenly heard the sound of a large duffel bag full of kit get dropped inside the locker room door, near the shower entrance. SHIT SHIT... Thinking quickly... there, inside a pile of clothes clearly belonging to the SHARKs, the tip of an 8mm semi-automatic pistol. I swapped it for my tool kit and my baton, stashing them in an unused locker. Then, I darted up, g8mm in hand, back up into the ventilation shaft, pulling the grill behind me, exerting every ounce of muscle and speed I possessed to reinsert myself silently.
And not soon enough. I heard the sound of the SHARKS taking on the kit from the duffel bag the owner of the voice had dropped off. And then, the owner of the voice, a mountain of man muscle, handsome as a new day, and built like an oversized proverbial shithouse, walked into view. I shrank back carefully as his eyes scanned every inch of the locker room, including the ventilation shaft. Then, satisified he moved on. I dropped out, stuck my baton in the waistband of my combat trousers, shoved some silicone plugs in my ears that I kept in a pouch in my trousers, and the rest was quite simple. I threw a flash bang right in the middle of the six man squad while they were still pulling their trousers on, catching them unawares so they didn't even have a warning to close their eyes, while I was shutting my eyes tightly. The explosion of light and sound stunned them. I removed the silicon ear plugs, then I got a bead on them with my appropriated 8mm, and fired off a burst of six shots in rapid succession, aiming carefully, calmly, and coolly. Six bodies hit the ground. But.... one of the shots had gone wide, slamming into the sixth SHARKs shoulder, he'd tried to dive for cover as he heard the first shot. But the other five were clean, through the head. Simple and quick. The sixth hit the decks, and opened his mouth to scream. I was on him just as the sound started to escape, a savage smash with my baton to his temple, knocking him out cold.
I took a moment to quickly hunt down the civilian trainer, the Texan mountain of muscle who had likely spotted me. I didn't see him in the building, but I had heard just a bit earlier the sound of an industrial shredder. It was likely that a call had gone out. It wasn't safe to stay here. I heard a bike rev up, looked out the window, and saw the big Texan getting on his bike to leave, following orders, no doubt.
Fine. I would double back, take the final SHARK prisoner. The Syndicate had offered me a bounty if I could take one of the SHARKs alive for questioning. That suited me. I should be able to manage it. I passed a utility closet on the way back to the locker room, and found a role of duct tape. I dragged the KO'd SHARK out of the shower, and mummified his half dressed body in duct tape, after drying him off. As always, I noted and appreciated the fine musculature of this proud and powerful fighting machine. I might have a chance to sample it later, but no time now. I stood up, threw him over my shoulder, and turned to leave the building, my baton wedged in my combat trousers.
ERIK ATLAS
I come in and hear peeling duct tape and the muffled groans of Carlos Garcia. Ok, whoever this is, sounds like he's got a captive. I close slowly to the locker room swinging door. The smell of a fresh cooked flash bang hung in the air mixing with the shower moisture. The lockers down the hallway had light, so did the main exercise floor behind me. The hallway I was standing in was dark. My heart was hammering. I went to the worst case scenario so my head would be ready for what walks through that door.
In that vision I saw All my men were dead and Satan and the local Amway salesman were taking one for take out to eat later. Strangely my ex wife Angela was in there, cuz when yur head envisions "the worst case scenario" all your mistakes show up. The good thing I was relieved to see a real human carrying Garcia over his shoulder instead of Angela and her lawyer smirking at me like that.
Then my heart lurched seeing the spreading pool of soldier blood in the locker room as the door swung shut. Ok this has to be Agent Steel. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit ..... I tried not to think of how many solid professionals already fell to this fucker. But they didn't have ATLAS on duty.
And that was my cunning plan. I am not an ASSET in this game. I'm a meathead in his calculus and therefore completely expendable. Sweat pants, gym shoes, T-shirt and baton, and 6'5" of decades of muscle and fight training - that's what I got. My goal, disarm and detain, delay for 686 HQ to respond.
I took this in in less than 2 seconds - he was carrying Garcia on his shoulder and his arms up and gut open. I fired a ROUNDHOUSE KICK landing in the black figure's chest - expecting him to have some kind of body armor, I was surprised when I kicked into a man. They reel back into the door and I rush using an uppercut thrust two handed with the baton aiming for Agent Steel's throat!
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I turn the corner to head out to the corridor leading to the exit... and well... shit. FUCK ME. Here I am, with a couple hundred pounds of SHARK meat over my shoulder and that massive 6'5" of Texas Beefsteak looking at me with a very unfriendly expression on his face. The most I can do as the big dude rushes towards me is let myself relax, not resist the blow I have no chance of stopping, especially not with a big muscled SHARK on my shoulder.
The big Texan slams his oversized foot in a very credible roundhouse kick that smashes into my sternum like a donkey kick. I stagger backwards, trying to keep myself released, feeling a dull ache spreading through the tightly muscled centre of my chest. It's going to be a very big bruise. It could have been much worse if I hadn't let myself relax into the blow.
As I backpedal in what I could hope could be called a controlled stagger, I know I'm going to drop this big piece of meat on my shoulder, it's just a question of when... and how. As you rush in towards me, holding your baton by either end, looking to drive it under my chin, I nudged the when to now, and the how to directly at your feet.
As you trip over the sudden 200+ lbs of KO'd heavily muscled SHARK slamming to the floor in front of you, I reach forward, grabbing both of your wrists. as your unstoppable momentum carries you onward. I grunt, breathing through the ache in my sternum, and allow myself to fall backwards.
As my back makes contact with the ground, my feet and legs get tucked in under me, my powerful thighs coiled like loaded springs, then explode up to slam into your gut, adding my own considerable power to your very considerable momentum, I send you sailing over my head, releasing your wrists, through the door to the locker room to crash back first and upside down with a very terrificlly loud CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH where muscle and bone meets steel. I kipped up to my feet, on my guard, my baton extended held lightly in my hand, my eyes fierce and bright.
ERIK ATLAS
I Charge like I do in the ring, like in football and shit that is not the best way to go here. I CRASH through the locker door and HIT the floor skidding.
My hand comes up off the floor sticky and realize...that's Beck's... head. I'm assaulted with Nausea, rage, horror, and just plain gross out. I look around and my locker room is a slaughterhouse. my heart hammering. I ain't hurt but I ain't happy. I helped build these men! My rage starts getting better of me, but let it go man - I'm in the lockers and the door is behind him. I came in to stop him and... Imma gonna do that.
I wipe my hand off and the blood dries there instantly making my hand sticky... I scramble to stand and my hand hits one of the night sticks I gave the men. Right, it didn't save them. I quickly start counting shots and decide he's out. He didn't shoot me.
My dithering about stakes about 15 seconds and that's a fucking eternity in a fight - you see the door SLAM OPEN EXPLOSIVELY and I shove BECK'S BODY at you hard! I was pretty sure he dint wanna miss the action to save Garcia and needed him to shield and distract. The body takes your first prepped strikes and I come over it using the nightstick - my kubaton slung to my wrist dangling as backup and using the found nightstick, built in side short handle (( http://www.weapons-universe.com/Law_Enforcement/Batons/Standard_Tonfa_Police_Baton-K-4429.shtml )) going for a swinging head strike!
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I dropped the appropriated 8mm pistol as soon as I was done with it, the chamber emptied. Hearing the sounds of movement from inside the locker room, past the swinging door, I knew better than to charge in blindly. There was blood on the floor in there for one thing, and that was never a good addition to a fight, introduced too much random chance. I looked down, the SHARK I was carrying moaning and groaning slightly, his mouth duct-taped up, looking a bit battered. I smile. The look suited him. I kept the taped up SHARK between me and the door.
I stood back from the door, not too close but not too far. I heard a lot of movement in there, and then you come barrelling out, and I strike forward, striking down hard with my extensible steel baton, ( http://www.weapons-universe.com/Law_Enforcement/Batons/Expandable_Baton-32.5_inch.shtml ), and... clever bastard! Using one of the dead SHARKs as a meat shield. Your meat shield smashes on the ground, on top of his live companion, and you make your way over both bodies, one living, one not.
You scramble over both the bodies, slowing you down just a fraction of a second, enough for me rapidly change my level, ducking under the swinging head strike, the wind of it's passage ruffling my sharp, short utilitarian hair cut.
I note your position, the two bodies stacked together directly behind you. I plant my powerful thighs, and surge forward into the hole in your guard left by your attack to my head, swinging my baton in a sharp short strike aimed at your dangling wrist, looking to stun that arm, to keep your backup baton out of play for a brief window.
Then my shoulder lowers, and I drive my hard shoulder into your abs with my 220lbs behind the blow.
My hope is that the impact will stagger you backwards enough so that you trip over the bodies behind you, and fall backwards.
2020-05-08 21:13
ERIK ATLAS
YOU hit ME AND WE STUMBLE BACK... I grab YOUR BATON AND PULL IT AROUND YOUR HEAD - IF you keep the grip, you choke yourself with your bicep over your throat - if you let go I have another baton- as you click through that dilemma my legs CLAMP ON YOU and instantly threaten to break yur ribs with crushing power!
Chest to chest, legs snaking around you like carcrushers, arm threatening to choke you - getting my right hand free slapping at my leg pocket...
2020-05-09 14:39
AGENT DEREK STEEL
As I drive my shoulder into your abs, you do indeed fall backwards over the two stacked bodies, but you also grab the end of my baton with your left hand, using it to wrap my own bicep around my throat! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Your legs wrap around my midsection trapping me into your guard, and you start to apply some serious pressure! OOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF
I smash my knee forward, under your tailbone, and drop my weight to drive your massive Texas beef down, slamming your tailbone into my knee, the release switch for the guard, BJJ 101. Even that brief exposure to the power of your thighs sends tingles through my ribs, this fucker is not to be trifled with. I surge through the temporary gap, my chest staying glued to yours as my knees slide up and over your thighs to plant themselves on either side of your hips, instinctively blocking your hip mobility and give me a solid base of balance, and with the added bonus of blocking off access to your leg pocket by interposing my knee and leg between your right hand and your thigh.
Now we are chest to chest, with me in full guard, your left arm stretched to the right over your own neck in order to maintain the grip on the end of my baton to keep my choked out. About 2 or 3 seconds have passed, and I'm definitely beginning to feel the warning tingle that proceeds a blood choke. But I have you exactly where I want you. I release my baton. You suddenly have nothing resisting your left hand.
That's when I strike. Like a snake, my left hand shoots under the back of your head. My right hand elbow drops to the floor. I grab my right wrist with my left hand, then drop down, tucking your already conveniently stretched out left arm by the elbow into the crook of my neck. My base is solid, my knees are planted firmly in the guard, locking your hips down tight. I've got your head solidly locked in an arm triangle choke that you very conveniently set up for me. ( https://drive.google.com/open?id=1_Wt3cIGG-icg-rBVR6r7y8DLoxGQJXso )
You have the tip of my baton all right, in your left hand, but no freedom of movement, with your elbow locked up tight, to swing it. I stare down into your eyes. And what you see .... is respect, admiration, and even attraction. I flex my arms tight and push forward, going for the blood choke. This massive Texan beefsteak is a dangerous opponent. But although he might not know it, his life is not in danger from me. Regardless of what people might say about Agent Derek Steel, he does not kill just for the sake of it. That is just to pay the bills. This.... a fight with a valiant opponent is what feeds his soul.
2020-05-09 22:04
ERIK ATLAS
You engage in a hard nearly brutal BJJ clinic - the lock pops my guard - first clue u know yur shit on the mats. I'm cage trained - you're life trained! I see it every move - you peel through my guard, my arm choke and glide to a face to face choke - NO No no no - then eyes meet. I fought Gregory Payne, The Cement Mixer, The Rage, Muscle Monster, Demons - and never seen a look like this from a trained killer. I see the look and its like respect - but the blood between us is making my head rage just making confusion. Then I note - there's two opportunities I handed you - you could've used a Kimura and wreck my elbow and shoulder; my crotch was wide open and yu could've carved my jewels off me - this guy is NOT trying to kill me...
I decide DROPPING the baton of your is better than trying to keep it - it's a prize - it's just bait to make me open to more attacks - and wow you don't know ATLAS power... I Thrash and flip my arm outside yur head and CLAMP AROUND YOU IN A CRUSHING DISPLAY OF POWER - POWER is what I got and am using it! I roll left and put YOU on your back kicking to side mount - and my BJJ is shit in this fight - opening negotiations. "You missed three places to kill me and u ain't." Growling in your ear. "and... You killed them!" A note of fury and grief in my friends dying. "And now you're going to try and play with ME?" I crush TIGHTER feeling the solid muscle packed on you bending.
2020-05-10 14:48
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I lean forward, and tighten my muscle, then you show me some truly awesome power. Well, fuck me.... it's not everday that you meet a man strong enough to thrash their arm out of a triangle choke, but you sure as hell are in that select category. I can't help but appreciate how fucking powerful you are.
You brute force your left elbow in between my chin and the top of your head, freeing it, as you throw your right arm over my shoulder to grab your left hand. Then... using those awesome arms, each one nearly as thick as my goddamn thighs, you crush down across my shoulders and mash me up against you... OOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
The shock of all that sudden pressure gives you an opening to heave left, rolling me onto my back. Now I've got your weight to contend with as well as your strength. I start to whistle like a pressure cooker as you crush my muscle. But I don't let go of my choke, not yet, using it to keep you from going apeshit, and already realizing that it's my escape route from having my chest and shoulders liquefied.
You tell me that you know I'm not going to kill you. I smile, even as I'm getting crushed, recognizing the fine tactical mind you possess, accurately analyzing and drawing conclusions in the middle of a fight. Interesting choice of words ... play ... but, I suppose it's not entirely inaccurate. If I'm not going to kill you, then why am I still here? I know the answer, but I don't have time right now to consider it at the moment. There is a part of me that knows the answer, and that's good enough for now.
I wait a few seconds till you are confident you have me where you want me, as the pressure builds and pain is hammering my upper body, being crushed in a way I'd never considered, then... breathing through clenched teeth, my left arm, still tightly wrapped around your head, releases the grip on my right bicep, and I unwind it from your head. This creates a gap and I shoot backwards through the escape hatch, leaving you to crush empty air.
Like a snake, I twist from my hips and lever my 220lbs of hard, steel, albeit slightly crushed, muscle onto your back, covering you with my weight.
I'm conscious of the time factor as well. I don't want to fuck around, but I've already decided that I am not going to kill you. End of story. I don't analyze the reasoning behind the judgement, I just accept it. And that means I'm not going to break your neck. But... breaking some ribs might be just the ticket.
From your back, I shoot my right leg under your abs with an explosive force that takes you by surprise. I drive my left leg under my right boot as it shoots out under your gut. You are a BIG boy, with a huge girth, but my legs are long, and forged of battle-hardened steel. With an enourmous, savage grunt of pure muscle radiating from my core, I lock my right ankle in the crook of my left knee. I bash your face to the ground to stun you, then wrap my arms tightly around your head, my right bicep cutting deep into your throat and grabbing my left elbow. I roar, then heave over to my side. I keep my head in close to your head, at an angle out of reach of a thrown elbow.
I breathe through the dull throbbing in my upper back, a leftover from the demonstration of your crushing force. I whisper in your ear, "Okay big boy, let's see what you got." I focus, breathing deep and slowly begin to channel a deep surge of power radiating from my core into my legs, the figure 4 body scissors slicing into your incredibly strong core, driving into your abs and threatening your ribs. I may not have your awesome mass, but my muscle is battle-trained, and forged in combat. If this big boy wants to see power, then I can show him POWER.
2020-05-10 22:24
ERIK ATLAS
I drop you on your back and crush you TIGHT! And then you prove its hard to get leverage on a snake.... slipping out of my grip and levering hard yur out and my face slams into the floor... yur legs clamp around me TIGHT! That Figure four packing my abs in tight and hard...UGHHHHHHHhhhghffff! that's.... fucking..... tight! I FLEX HARD armoring up against that squeeze, about to fight that leg lock - but this danger travels in pairs... you snake in a rear choke from behind - I caint waste time fighting that body lock when the choke will kill me.
You feel my back RIPPLE with muscle power as I GRAB your arm, no not the choking one, but the crooked one your choke is locked in - that's the pull-tab and I PEEL it down with unrelenting POWER. That's the lock for the choke, not the other arm - I shaky my head and try to get your choking arm off my neck but only manage to get my chin under the choke... Your body is an amazing weapon of hard trained muscle - if another day - and yu killed fewer of my men - we'd be happy naked fucks...
THEN YOU REALLY SQUEEZE WITH YOUR LEGS!
"AWUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHFRKKKKKKKK!!!" groaning loudly and squirming as my flex holds you off for 10 seconds and then slowly crumbles under incredible power and leverage.... (Gawd how is he doing this? No one crushes like this!) I don't dare let go of yur arm...
Then.... lights - the red flashing emergency lights of someone responding. Wait.... I didn't call police, I called 686. Plain as day, dumb as ham, a Denton Cop pulls in front of the window of the main room with emergency lights running. He gets out of his car and casts a clear pear shaped silhouette as he walks up to the window with a tactical flashlight - the hallway to the main room fills with light... The cop lets out a squeal of surprise - IT'S CLEAR HE'S SEEN THE BODIES - The porky lone cop runs to the door he-hawing something into his radio...
The incredible SQUEEEEEEEEZE around my waist making me wanna barf and every breath serious work - you feel my thick back rippling as we struggle - my waist slowly relenting to your power and leverage. My heart hammering - I'm about to be real inconvenient once the cop enters. Steel is going to have to eliminate one of us. and I'M THE ONE WITH HIS NECK IN A TRAP.
OK I need to move... Gawd the crush around me HURTS and if I vacation here I'm going to have to puke up blood... I PLANT one foot to stand....
2020-05-11 14:02
AGENT DEREK STEEL
I breathe deeply, feeling the power gather in my tensed and steel-flexed abs, releasing it through my legs, finding the rythym to break down your incredibly powerful core, a bit like trying to crack a cement block. Then, in a move I should have expected from a powerhouse like you, you grab my left wrist, as I cup the top of your head, and FUCK ME again... you slowly peel it back and down, I don't have the energy to fight your core and your arms at the same time.
The sheer power you have at your disposal is fucking incredible. I put up enough of a resistance as you slowly dissect my sleeper choke to keep you focused up top, allowing me to sink in my thighs around your core deeper, before running into your hard-unyielding flex. In the meantime, your tactics allow you to adjust your head and get your chin tucked in, removing the danger from the choke. You've got a hold of my left arm, but my right arm unwraps from your throat, plants on the floor, allowing me to bridge up a bit, take a deep breath, and focus in tune with my breath, my body, my core, gathering up a surge of power.... then releasing it, every steel cord of my body twanging with tension as I release a carefully throttled, slowly ramping up ripple of power into my thighs.
Your core resists me like a fucking wall of concrete.... five seconds..... 8 seconds..... sweat drips down my face, splashing on your neck... I breathe through, throwing myself into this incredible struggle with my entire being... 9 seconds.... then... CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkk... I feel your incredible core start to crumble, and my legs sink in, unleashing devastation into the centre of your power, your strength. Then....
FUCKKKKKKKKk
Red lights flash outside, not military, but civilian police. As the emergency lights strobe into the gym, lighting up the hallway where we are struggling, I look out the window, and catch the sight of a lone cop shining his flashlight through the window and down the hall. I don't have fucking time for this. I growl deep in my throat as the cop runs to the lobby door, literally only about 20 seconds away from our position. Then, as if that weren't enough this massive piece of Texas Beefsteak starts flexing his muscles. I'm practically in awe as I feel the power rippling up your back, pressed against my hard, cut pecs and abs.
My legs cut deeper into your core for a moment, but gets a foot under him and starts to heave up. I reach out with my free right hand, grab my baton, dropped on the floor, measure the force precisely for the desired effect, and bash the butt into your temple, feeling your eyes roll up in the back of your head as I put you out like an Ox for a good few minutes. Sometimes I get too caught up with having fun.
I unwind my legs from your body as it twitches spasmodically from the heavy blow to your temple. I get up to my feet, and charge the door from the lobby, baton in hand. The cop comes through the door handgun extended. I don't even pause.
He fires a shot at my centre mass, smashing into my right pec. I grunt, as it feels like I was kicked by a mule, but I ride with it, my body staggered for a brief moment, but recovering quickly. My carbon-fibre composite bullet proof combat top does what it says on the tin, stopping the bullet from penetrating. I'll have a nice thick bruise on my right pec though. It's a good thing they teach cops to always go for centre mass.
He doesn't get a second shot, my baton whips out, smashing his handgun out of his grip. I'm a bit pissed, and I kick him in the nuts with my steel toed boot hard enough to crack his cup and double him up despite it. I grab the back of his head, tense, and smash my knee up into his face, breaking his jaw clean, and smashing his nose. He goes limp like a puppet with his strings cut. I quickly let him drop, raid his tactical belt, and grab cuffs.
I sprint back towards you, every second counting now, this place is too hot to stay in anymore. I plan out my next steps with careful precision. I have perhaps five minutes tops. It should be enough time. I roll you over, and quickly cuff your massive arms behind your back. Then, on some kind of wierd impulse, I lift the back of your head up, look at your eyes, still rolled back in your head, and kiss you, once, tenderly on the side of your temple.
I squat next to you, and HEAVE, muscling you up over my shoulder. FUCK ME! I stand up, feeling as though I've just done a series of 150 kilo squats in the gym. I stagger a bit, but then lumber out of the building, stopping only to grab the keys off the downed cop. A few seconds later, I open the passenger door of the police cruiser, and throw you in the back seat, no time to be gentle. Then, I sprint back to the gym, parkour back up to the roof, and recover my dropped tactical belt. It's my favorite. Don't want to leave it.
Then, back into the gym, to the knocked out cop, a bit porky, fuck, I think the whole American cops and donuts thing is more fact than fiction. I consider killing him, it would be easier. But I make it a point of professional pride never to kill unless necessary. I wasn't paid to kill this man, so I wasn't going to. I stagger out the back, and lever open the lid of the huge steel trash bin, and dump the cop in there. I broke his jaw pretty savagely, and he'll be out for several hours.
He should also be safe from my next trick. I take the C4 off my utility belt, and quickly plant it in the locker room. I set the timer for five minutes, near a door with the warning sign on it indicating danger of death by fire and shock on the other side. That was the boiler, fed by gas for the shower room. Once the C4 exploded, the gas lines would rupture, feeding an almighty fire which would burn down the gym and the bodies. It would take the investigation teams quite a while to determine that there were two unaccounted for bodies here. The SHARKs and the big thick beefy Texans. It would be quite a while before they even considered the possibility that they might not be dead. I would be long gone by then. And as a bonus, it would be extremely hard for the SHARKs to cover this incident up. They might have hoped for a quiet clean up... but a five alarm fire is a bit harder to sweep under the carpet, and I did love tweaking their asses.
I gathered up the duct taped and well-cocooned SHARK still alive under the body of his dead comrade, heaved his thickly muscled body over my shoulder and lumbered back towards the police cruiser, throwing him unceremoniously in the back seat on top of that massive Texan beefsteak. I put the cruiser into reverse, and backed out, flashers on. I pulled out of the car park just as I heard more sirens in the distance. Precisely five minutes after I set the C4, there was a particularly lovely explosion and a light in my rearview mirror. I smiled.
--------------- An indeterminate amount of time later ---------------------------------
"Wake up." I slap the big Texan's face lightly, then harder. You are naked as the day you were born. Your wrists are held my metal shackles and chains attached up to something in the ceiling. Your ankles are spread wide, and likewise chained to the floor. The room is darkened, with a single dim light straight overhead. Other than that, there are no distinguishing features to be seen. I am standing in front of you, wearing black jeans and a tight black muscle-hugging rashguard style shirt, showing off my muscle quite nicely. It looks like I've got a steel baton shoved in my back pocket. I grab your chin, and move your head right, then left, examining you carefully. "And how are we feeling today?"
2020-05-11 22:23
SEE PART II
https://erikatlas.blogspot.com/2020/06/erik-atlas-vs-agent-derrek-steel.html
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