ERIK ATLAS VS AGENT DEREK STEEL - TRAINING DAY IV

continued from part 3
THE CONCLUSION
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Atlas is subdued by Agent Derek Steel but Steel sustains horrible injuries pulling this off. Both men collapse and Atlas is once again in the hands of Agent Steel's right hand man, Cameron.
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ERIK ATLAS
This feels like a bobsled run as I wake
The bobsled run was real slow.
I looked at the white track trail behind me. Red line - white trail.
Am I bleeding?
Then I wake up

I feel the floor sliding under me. It's not a bobsled. The red line is the blood running out of my mouth. I was out. My arms up as I'm being dragged over the cleanest white institutional linoleum floor. I must be stepping up in life. The floors I bleed on now are much cleaner.

My right side is throbbing with my heart beat - I might have two broken ribs...maybe three.

I remember, Agent Steel got on my back, I wrecked him good and he kept fighting, and crushed his baton into my ribs, slowly carving deep into my body. I fought hard. I never felt a force so focused splitting into my ribs. They hurt bad now. Suddenly a boot cleaved a kick into my ribs! AWUGHHHH!

"I 'fink killing you would save ebrebody time..." The voice was deep and spoke with a hard speech impediment. It must be my personal body dragger. Clutching my guts in pain I look up - and yea, if Baker had a big half brother that was a troll and his mother fed him with a slingshot, regularly.

I hear booted feet come closer and it's Cameron. I'm in such trouble. But no, he ignores me and grabs the troll by the face, looking up to him making him about 6'8" - "You have a job. DO IT! I am fixing the boss and I need to trust you to follow the Boss' orders."

The big galoot gets a look like he's a bad puppy, "He hurt Steel."

"Yes and you get to put him into the pit where Mike is gonna sort him out," Cameron puts on his best smiling pediatrics nurse face. "Won't that be good?" the laugh is more ape than human. "Hurrr hurrr hurrrrrr..." Cameron pats his cheek and massages the meaty roll at the back of his neck. "Then we have pizza. Your favorite. ok?"

A voice off the hall shouts to Cameron, "They have a plastic surgeon on call, they are sending him now. He'll be here in 2 hours!"

"OK set up room 4 and I'll be assisting. Make sure the mess hall is working normal meals. Keep the base on stand by. Gas the vehicles, and make sure you take a break now because you don't get another in the next 3 days." They obey him instantly.

Then he kneels next to me. Our eyes meet.
His hands grab his head and rub over his face. He starts, "Erik.... I..." he head droops. Shakes his head. "Ok Tonka, take him to Mike. "

I want to fight this real bad and thrash quickly and find they bound my legs. After seeing what they did to his boss, I am not surprised. "Remember Tonka, don't hurt him more. This is Mike's turn."

...and I get dragged. I scramble looking for something to grab onto. I snag a doorway. Tonka pulls me off. We go through a big doorway and he drags me over a steel grate. He turns and smiles - his mother would be proud. the red button on the wall looks greasy and used. He hits it.

The grate I'm on opens and i FALL!

I hit three things in the 15 foot fall and land on a cement floor with a painful impact - the place smells like a zoo. I look around frantic - my body hurts so bad my vision it blurred. "Hope Mike Likes you." Tonka's voice echoes down. "He likes to wrestle." i get myself sitting up and find my ankles wrapped in industrial sticky plastic wrap. And its a good choice for big men. It resists stretching and tearing, self stick. I'm gonna have to work that hard.

I hear water dropping slightly into a pool. and the walls open. I'm in a massive aquarium maybe 50' x 50' with three islands of rock surrounding a pool about 3' deep. There's three walls of glass and dim lighting outside - and 20 men watching. Dressed in skin tight black gear, muscled like apes, all like extras from 300 and watching with interest.

I start tearing my legs free and I see what looked like a rock stacked on rocks MOVES... the stack to my left moved. OH FUCK - the triangular spade head is the size of my fists doubled together. It's not a stack of rocks - it's a Massive snake - ohhhh this must be Mike. I have no idea how big he is, but he must like men. he doesn't shy away from me, but looks interested. From his coiled perch on the rock stack about 20 feet from me he slowly comes toward me. I frantically work to get my legs free.

2020-05-25 12:10
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AT THE BASE
Mike's head turns towards you, his wedge shaped head weaving back and forth as he raises up from his self-made nest of coils. His tongue flickers in and out, tasting the air. Mike hisses gently, apparently smelling something he likes very much. Slowly at first, then with a gathering speed, Mike weaves sinuously back and forth, uncoiling his length one layer at a time. He was a very big snake, about 9 metres long. The rippling along Mike's very long torso spoke of a tremendous strength.

The men standing outside the glass looked on with a sense of anticipation as the enormously long Python began to undulate closer and closer to your frantically struggling form. Mike's head comes with range of your head. Mike rears up, his head weaving back and forth, sampling the air.

The men all started suddenly as Mike snaps forward his teeth latching onto your right ear, as his coils surge with an incredible power and speed, pulling your body on top of his coils, seeking to begin wrapping you up. Mike was very hungry.

2020-05-26 07:11
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ERIK ATLAS
I have my legs almost free and Mike comes over closer and closer... he's FUCKING HUGE. I am not a know it all but over 20 feet is a mankiller. I am shaking off the shadow of Steel - I see his men in the outer area. They all sit up and start when wthey see Mike after me. I'm frantic to get the plastic wrap off my legs and get a good length off and kick free - and MIKE STRIKES!. He grabs the side of my head - I nearly scream in panic! the teeth like a flash of 20 knives hook into the flesh of my ear and pull me on top. The coils are thick as my leg, maybe more, and start moving slowly to accept me into this embrace of death... NO NO NO!

I shake my head furiously RIPPING free from that bite shredding my ear in the process and pulling away rolling off him. AWUGHHH... painful tearing in the cartilage of my ear and I dont wanna see if i have an ear...His face lunges at me so fast - but the fucker needs to know this is Atlas - RIGHT HOOK connects with that head as it lunges at me and spins to the left hissing a sound like someone tearing a carpet end to end. My heart is hammering - my ribs HURT so bad from being wrecked by Steel and know if this thing gets around me, even the slightest squeeze is going to hurt.

...so.... it has to die.

or me.

I scramble and get up turning a full circle and see the room. The pond, rocks in stacks. The ceiling grate. the windows. I back off till I hit windows. I feel the beasts on the other side hammering on the windows to get Mike to come over this way. or maybe to harass me - and who fucking cares. Mike is focused on me again and sliding over fast. His body spreading out as if to limit escape routes. On the other side of the pond, there's hand sized rocks.

I commit to a plan in stead of freezing - I BOLT for the pond! - I bet my life that it might be easier to cross the water than climb the two huge piles of rock on either side. I hit the water and slide chest boat style over the water leaving a red streak of blood from my ear and the other injuries I got.

2020-05-26 22:07
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AT THE BASE
Mike seems confused as you rip your head away from his teeth latched onto your ear. His head is smashed to the side by your massive fist, and he feels a flash of pain. But his flexible body absorbs the blow without significant damage, hissing loudly in annoyance, pain, and confusion. Prey should not fight back.

Mike waves his head back and forth a few more times, clearing out the lingering effects of his meal's very powerful strike. He watches, bemused, as his prey scrambles up and seeks to escape. He runs then towards the pond.

Mike, being 9 metres long, is still partially coiled around the pile of rocks he was napping on when his lunch was dropped down. Using this anchor, he quickly slithers back, undulating with an impressive speed, his head curving in a broad U returning to his base. The large morsel throws himself in the water. And Mike surges forward, uncoiling his huge, powerful body striking forward with a blur of speed, his teeth securing a grip on your calf, and hauling you back to the small shore between the two rock piles where he can attempt to prepare you for consumption again.

The men outside the large Terrarium cheer as his teeth sink into your calf muscle.

2020-05-27 00:55
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ERIK ATLAS
I FEEL THE PULL BACK AFTER MY DIVE - the water refreshing, even though its stinky and thicker. Blinking to get my face clear I turn and see I'm hauled back to the shore - it was only 3 meters to get to the rocks and I got hauled back - SHIT that pain was the 20 knives of that bite sunk into my leg! I SLAM a huge fist into that head watching that sinuous body reeling up behind as it pulls me into his circle again. HAMMERING and HAMMERING to get that mouth off me...leaning back to kick at it. Lengths of that fucking plastic on my leg. I tear it off my leg and find I HAVE ABOUT 5 FEET OF IT....ok.... aint out running this.... my hand makes a fout finger SPEAR and THRUST into Mike's eye! It's mouth opens hiSSSSIng!!! I have to fight fast... i SAM an arm around its neck SQUEEZING HEADLOCK... right hand winging plastic around the jaws, hoping I can limit its breathing as well... ((while I'm at it I hope for a white Christmas, an end to disease and famine in the world, a good light beer, and a different ending to Star Wars. I know this is a longshot))

2020-05-27 11:39
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AT THE BASE
Mike pulls you back towards his looped coils. opening up to make a space for your body. The prey is fighting hard. He kicks hard against Mike's head, Mike looks confused, but just bites harder, sinking his teeth deeper into your fleshy calf. Finally though, the pain grows enough that Mike releases you. He's pulled you up back onto the shore though, and the coils of his body are slithering all around you.

You tear that plastic off your leg, then spear your finger forward into his eye!! Mikes reflexes are fast, and he closes his eyelids, but you hurt him alot, he hisses wildly, pulling his head back. You strike, wrapping your arm around his neck, and trying to wing the plastic around his jaws.

But the plastic is battered, torn from being ripped off your legs, and slick with water and blood besides. It's hard to make it stay in place, it keeps sliding off. The whole time you are trying to squeeze Mike in the headlock, your grip keeps slipping up and down his scales, slick with water and blood. The whole time, Mike is beginning to get his coils in place. The slimy plastic slides free, and Mike strikes forward, his jaws clamping onto your face, holding you down as his coils start to wrap around your legs, up to your thighs.

2020-05-27 22:14
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ERIK ATLAS
The wrap MIGHT have worked - and the whole world is like that. Too many Super Bowl moments are based on "Might have worked" - but when those jaws snapped on my face and I got to look down that throat, I realized I'm dead. No one comes away from this. My heart sinks - I wanna see the manager. I want a refund. I am going to appeal. I hope someone saves me. The shrieking horror overcame me quickly.

And then the fire burst intto form.

I'm Atlas and I don't need a face.

My hands, proud of having brick breaking power, gripped into the lipline of the huge Python and worked inside up to those razor teeth. Huge muscle in my back and arms flares into action and PULL peeling outward and RIP the jaws from my face. The first view I get is through the glass of the men standing slackjawed watching me tear free, the bite turning my face into a bloody mess, SCREAMING with the effort, and this isnt a fashion moment. I ain't pretty - this has gone primal and I will live through this!

Mike thrashes left and right - the phrase "you don't get leverage on a snake" trues up and my hands slip... I GRAB the neck, fingers biting in deep. Without mercy those coils lap up my legs to my waist - my squeezing grip occupying both hands - I'm too busy to stop the engulfing embrace. I have to make this grip work. MY HANDS SQUEEZE and I feel the plating of scales rupture and bleed!

2020-05-28 05:32
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AT THE BASE
Mike suddenly feels confused as his prey reaches inside his mouth and somehow pries his jaws open. Mike's head weaves back in annoyance. He hisses directly in your face. The smell of blood is in the air, and Mike knows only that he needs his food. He darts his head right and left, seeking to once more immobilize his prey.

The men watching gasp as the look at the bloody mess your face has become. Then you reach up and grab Mike's neck. The circumference of the mighty Python is so thick that you can't quite make your grip reach all around his neck. Still, you begin crushing desperately. Mike hisses now in pain as his some of his scales are ripped in half from the pressure. Yet, instinctively, he keeps wrapping up your lower body, and now the first coils begin to work themselves around your core, your abs and ribs.

He tightens suddenly, pressure starting to crush your broken ribs. That's when desperately, Mike strikes, this time at the closest thing he can reach, your massive right bicep. His teeth sink deeply into the powerful muscle, and the utter shock and pain makes your hand go slack. Without pressure on both sides, his neck slips free from your left hand. Mike is hurt there though, blood leaking from his scales, and the muscles are damaged, he has to work around them. With the added distraction, the huge Python manages to get another coil around you, this time wrapping up your solar plexus itself.

2020-05-28 09:00
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ERIK ATLAS
I scored more damage than I expected and crushed in harder and harder. Mike thrashed out of my grip and then HITS my right arm. AWUGHHH!!! The pain is incredible! He saws into my bicep and the coils swallow my legs pinning them together. It's impossible to sit up any more and pinned on my back - and he's HEAVY. Roiling smooth-scaled muscle engulfs my hips and waist and up over my ribs as I fight to get those jaws off my arm.

And nothing is stopping the squeeze now. There's still plenty more of Mike to go around and my ribs suddenly compressed. "AWUUUUUUUUUUUGHhhhhhh!!" I hear my voice echoing off the glass, and feel my body crushed hard. Gasping for air, finding it's true, yes a snake gets tighter when you exhale. Every breath is a feat of power.

I lay on my right side. I WILL Live thought this! "LET GO!" Commanding it like a dog or something, all I got left is my left fist. And I am powerful. HAMMERING SLAMS into the back of Mike's head! The first three just HURT my arm more....but the fourth splits scales on the top of his head. I Hammer five more times knowing this is probably my last chance to do anything effective against a 30 foot snake. the coils around my body tighten, huge thick, cool and smooth - they flatten against my body, thick as my leg. UAWGHHHH!!!!.... one last hit.... SLAMMMMMMMMM! something breaks - the pain in my arm is making my vision blur and my body is under incredible pressure. In the shadowy reflection of the glass, I see my chest looking huge as the rest of my body is crushed...

"Steel....I'm.... sorry. Stop this....Cameron....please...."

The crushing pressure unrelenting is making my power just leech away... breathing hurts so bad, ribs a thousand pains.... I cough hard and spit a gob of blood on Mike... Then Mike spasms all over - that last hit in his head finally getting into his brain - blood seeps from the damage in his skull and then pours.... I dare to hope and grab the lips of Mike and try pulling, my hands refuse to obey me, shaking from lack of air and pure exhaustion... Still trying to flex to keep my core solid but its a lost battle and I feel another rib bust....then Mike spasms again shaking all over!

2020-05-28 09:47
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AT THE BASE
Mike works his coils around your ribs and solar plexus, and begins to crush in earnest, knowing instinctively to squeeze his powerful body each time you exhale. His coils ripple with incredible strength, beginning to compress you core.you feel cool smooth coils roil slowly around you against your skin invading every personal space. The weight on your chest is mounting. Mike easily weighs over 150 kilos, 315 of your pounds, and just the weight alone is hard to bear. the thickness of a python molds to your body every place it touches you and when he flexes that pliable sinewy power turns to cols steel crushing hard!

Then your left hand starts to smash into the back of Mike's head. He doesn't feel the first blow,or if he did he isn't reacting. But the second blow rattles his brains. His reaction is to bite down even harder on your right bicep, sawing painfully into your muscle and scraping bone! Loop after loop- another coil around your body, completely encasing your solar plexus now.

Then a further flurry of blows from Mike's dinner smash into the back of his skull, that massive fist of yours finally causing damage, the scales on the back of Mike's head splitting and bleeding. Mike is aware of tremendous pain, but he has crossed a line now, he has committed himself to this act of feeding and he will not stop now.

Then, further blows slam into the back of Mike's head, and this time the shock starts damaging Mike's brain. Now... Finally Mike decides it is time to retreat, the pain in his head feedbacking to Mike's sense of self preservation that he will die. But, before Mike can uncoil, you slam his head a final time. The damage is severe, and Mike's limited ability to make decisions is destroyed. He can't decide anything anymore, no matter how simple.

All he has left now is pure instinct. Bleeding from the back of his head, the brain damaged snake instinctively, mindlessly continues it's feeding. Mike spasms as blood leaks from his head, temporarily disrupting his motor control. But he keeps tightening, and loops another coil, this time around the might chest of Atlas, the coil right on the lower pecs beneath the nipples. Those broad plates of steel enveloped by Python. He crushes again.

Then he spasms again, as more blood leaks from his head, but he doesn't stop. He simply keeps his teeth locked deep into your right bicep, and begins to loop another coil around the broadest expanse of your chest. There is a sudden give beneath his coils as a rib breaks from the pressure. The men standing around all gasp in shock as a bright fountain of blood gushes out of Atlas's mouth. Looks like it's the end for the troublesome captive. They grin.

AGENT DEREK STEEL
Suddenly, Derek wakes up.

BLINKING - working to see. It takes a few moments for everything to register. The battle with Atlas... his collapse, Cameron catching me as I fell. I was in the infirmary, bandaged and cleaned up. I'm naked beneath the hospital sheets. Then I remember... what had been his final orders. Something about tending to Atlas.... then putting him in the pit. The pit? He had a sudden bad feeling about this. "CAMERON!" And that hurt. I don't want to shout again. And suddenly Cameron was there.

"Hey Boss!! You need to go back to sleep, I've called a plastic surgeon in, he's gonna fix up your nose, but you need your rest man." His face is drawn with concern. I wave that off, my gaze intense, my one eye still swollen shut, my face covered in bandages. "Where did you take Atlas?"

Cameron looks confused.... "Well, the snake pit like you ordered. You wanted him executed, right?" Derek stars. He hadn't meant the snake pit, he'd meant the high security isolation pit, basically a deep hole with no way to climb out. He'd thought that by specifying that Atlas get tended first it would be obvious. But... he didn't really have any clear memories of his final moments consciousness. And thinking about it, it would seem pretty obvious to anyone that Atlas would be fed to Mike. It was standard procedure for escaped prisoners. No one was to blame here, except myself. I'll be damned if I let Atlas get eaten by Mike after all the trouble I went through to keep him alive. I'm not done with Atlas. Not by a long shot. That clear shaft of purity that had let me glimpse into the huge muscle mans inner being was still seared into my mind.

Suddenly, naked as the day I was born, covered in bandages, I throw back the sheets and stagger up to my feet, ripping out the IV leads. Cameron was shocked, and scared, "NO no no! Boss! Derek... don't... please... stay.... Stop!"

I stare at him with what he knows as the, "How dare you defy me" look. His hands up like he surrenders, he slowly touched my hands. "I don't want to lose you." His terror making me strangely vulnerable. We don't have time for speeches. Maybe you need to understand, I care for my men, but sometimes it surprises me that they cared for me too.

I take his hands and look him in the face marshalling the leader inside, "Cameron... we need to save Atlas. I didn't mean the snake pit, I meant the isolation pit. Is he still alive?"

Cameron felt a huge wave of relief, as understanding dawned on him. He knew that something felt wrong about feeding Atlas to Mike, something didn't add up. Derek said, "Help me. Get me my combat knife." I left Cameron to follow orders and started walking towards the Snake Pit at the fastest pace he could manage, pain wracking my body, broken ribs, bandaged but mangled face, screwing every effort into ignoring the pain. Cameron caught up with me slapping my combat knife in his hand. The staff looked stunned at the sight of the naked form of Derek Steel striding down the corridor, with Cameron at his side.

The rough shouts and cheers of my guards gathered around for the show erupted from the entrance to the snake pit. I shoved men aside, naked, and opened up the access hatch, uncoiled the rope ladder, and flew down the rope. Cameron was close behind.

The men enjoying the battle between Mike and Atlas gasped in shock as their naked, wounded leader entered the pit wielding a knife, with Cameron close behind. I found him - oh god - he's completely coiled by Mike. There's blood all over. His huge body was clearly compressed from six coiled around him and more lapping his legs. I wasn't even sure if Atlas was still alive. Blood was flowing out of his mouth. He looked unconscious. Mike was bleeding badly from the back of his head, and it looked like his skull was deformed. Well, as much as I hate to lose Mike, Atlas had to come first. I may be too late. It looks like the huge muscle man had gone down fighting.

None of the other prisoners ever fared like this against Mike.

I lept on top of the coiled snake and man. Prying my knife under the middle coil, my biceps flexed with power and sawed through the body of Mike, with strong fast strokes. I have to hurry. The next minutes are critical!

Then... I cut through the Python's body, and his flexible spine. Like cutting a puppet's string, Mike's body suddenly went limp as blood poured out all over Atlas's crushed body. I turn to Cameron, "Get the infirmary ready, if Atlas is still alive, it's going to be touch and go. He's been savagely crushed." Cameron nods and runs to make preparations. Carefully and quickly I removed Mike's razor grip mouth from Atlas's right bicep, and uncoiled the snake's dead body from around him. Atlas seemed to shudder. His face was a wreck, in as bad a shape as my own, and his ribcage was visibly dented, his ribs broken in several places. Even his mighty chest looked dented, might even have broken an upper rib and pressed a contusion through the depth of that pec muscle as he squeezed into the big Texan. I carefully lifted Atlas in my arms, trying not to move his body.

The men outside looked utterly dumbfounded. Their naked bandaged boss suddenly rescuing the man he'd ordered executed. I use my head to gesture at the carefully concealed door in the side of the Terrarium. Men rush to open it, and I walked out, every step causing agony - I hope I make it to get this done. I ignore the pain though, and walk towards the infirmary, carrying Atlas, covered in blood, his own and Mike's.

The body was laid down on the guerney as Cameron and the other Medics begin the work of cleaning and stabilizing the wounded man titan. I stood there watching, still naked, and not caring. I took a chair and sit to watch the procedure. Damn.

This is a long day...

2020-05-28 22:00

ERIK ATLAS
I could tell I "killed" Mike when the spasms started. I could feel his teeth in my bicep vibrating. The Pain as those teeth sawed in my arm was blinding. I flexed my legs trying to kick him off me. They were crushed tight against each other.The thick sweep of my quads were going numb from the crushing pressure mounting around me. I trashed my left hand trying to stop the coils from wrapping me up more and just helped him lap over my chest pinning my left arm.

"I WILL make IT!" I have to... this was now a game of endurance. A burst of crushing pressure mounted into my waist and over my ribs grinding the broken bones that worse! UGHHHH!!!! When it couldn't get tighter, Mike flexed and his thick coils flattened against me with the pressure doubling every 5 seconds. When it seemed impossible to get tighter, it did. I couldn't breathe. I had to try and nothing came. My head shifting to breath panic. Trying to thrash free and getting nothing. The impossible happens - Mike squeezes tighter! my head back, thick veins standing out in my neck and head. I see the men watching, blood running down my face from the mauling I took tearing Mike off my face.

Then TIGHTER
...
TIGHTER
...
OHgawd...TIGHTER!

.....
PUTkkkkkk! I feel something in me let go and blood vomits from my mouth, and the worst pain splitting my insides. I don't know why fighting Steel made me want to quit, where this just offended me. I might never know. The world went black.
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I open my eyes, and a doctor looks at me. "His eyes are open," she says. "Mr. Atlas can you hear me? You need to stay still. I'm fixing you and you're a mess. Nod if you hear me."

I have a tube up my nose, in my mouth deep down, my right arm is bandaged and too many IVs working at once. I nod. The world swims like shaking a Christmas snow globe. The Doctor is calm but the room explodes into activity. I see Cameron look down into my face...smile, lower his head shaking. "He's alive!" I hear a flurry of noise and instantly in terror of Cameron finishing the job. He holds my left hand. "You're safe. Stay calm."

My blood flows warm like something inside me is burning. They gave me a drug. I stop caring about everything.
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I wake up.
It's night.
I still have a tube in my mouth deep down and everything hurts.

Then Steel's face. His nose is bandaged, his eye blackened but somehow smiling at me. What the fuck is so funny...?
he pushes the button on a side unit. "You're not ready to be awake. ..."
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I have to say something like barfing up a giant squid is unpleasant. Who put that there anyway? It's the tubs - they pull them out and I groan - my voice ragged and very deep. The dry erase board at the foot of the bed says June 20. No thats wrong. Thats a week.
Tomorrow's my Birthday.
Happy 36

Being gone a week - not the first time I done it. But wow, I don't know what happened at work. Metroflex is probably a freakshow after the killings. I'm missing, my Mother is probably making herself very irritating to everyone. I take all this in so fast and still coughing up squid parts. "Mr Atlas, can you breathe?"

I look up and the most handsome Latin porn star is looking at me asking. "I'm your respiratory therapist, Mr. Atlas. Can you breathe?" i draw in a deep breath and gag and cough spasmodically. "Go slow, you've been in a car accident. Your chest was hurt badly and we are helping you heal. Do you remember the accident?"

The coughing is hard. I shake my head, "No."

"Your Bike didn't make it but you did. You're a lucky man, Mr. Atlas," he says this as Agent Steel walks in, dressed in his skin tight black regular gear. He pulls the therapist up by the shirt and hisses at him, "You were told not to brief him. Either you didn't understand me, or you disobeyed me. Which is it?" The man sputters and makes excuses. I could tell Agent Steel didn't care about the actual words the therapist was saying. He is dismissed.

Steel looks at me. The room suddenly feels amazingly crowded. Yes its just him and I. But it's completely impossible to ignore is the death of Trey and Baker (and Mike.) It's impossible for me to ignore is the death of Beck and four other members of the 686 and the whereabouts of Chavez. And deep inside, how I wish all of that wasn't here at all, and it was truly just me and Steel. Well, and a glass of water. My mouth tastes like dead schnauzer.

The silence is very long.

2020-05-29 09:59
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
 I let the silence stretch. I notice by the way that you are working your mouth how thirsty you are. I get up and walk to a sideboard, and plunk a glass of water next to your hospital bed. I lean forward and put my elbows on my knees. My eye still swollen, but at least I can see through it again, my nose covered in bandages. My ribs still taped.

I'm smiling, my characteristic half smile conveying a sense of amusement at the situation. My eyes are sparkling. Finally, I break the silence. "Are you trying to make a liar out of me, Atlas? I continually reassure you that I have no plans to kill you, and yet here you are, only just brought back from the brink of becoming snake food." I sigh then, and shake my head. "I'm going to miss Mike. That, by the way, was a misunderstanding in communication."

I ruefully shake my head. "Good help is hard to come by, but my boys do their best. Not their fault really, I wasn't exactly coherent when I gave my orders before passing out in Cameron's arms. And of course, that is the usual punishment for attempted escapes by combatant prisoners. They didn't realize you weren't a combatant." I give you a penetrating look. "I had to cut Mike in half to get you free of him. Quite a show I was told, the sight of my naked self suddenly dropping into Mike's home and sawing him in half as he was crushing you to death."

ERIK ATLAS
"I'm sure Mike was..." I choke on the next words. Trying to get the water so I can talk. My right arm is in many bandages, fail to actually reach the the water. I left handed reach it and get a sip. Very quietly..."Thank you for..." I run out of words. I'm so confused. All I'm glad is that I ain't dead. "Thank you."

The silence stretches.
and ends

"I am sorry about Baker.... and Trey. I saw you... " Emotions steam roll by words. I take a deep breath.... I try again. "I saw you kill five men and it was faster than hello. I was sure in my heart I was next. I don't think Cameron will ever..." Deep breath. I am trying to find words to tell a killer I'm furious with that I'm sorry for killing men that helped him kill. I am getting pretty selfish wondering where I land after this. I touch my face and there's a rash of bandages. That snake was used as the base's garbage disposal and I have no idea how many men were fed to that thing. I split its skull and I'm not sorry. But it was also majestic and I have a kinky love for big snakes. My emotions are all over the place right now. "This is a mess...."

Talking hurts but I know we need to do this now. "I used to have a pet constrictor. His name was Akhanaten. ..." the unspoken thanks for killing that amazing creature to save me hangs. "Uhhh... Steel. Can we get to the point? I need to know why you killed my men. Where's Chavez? I miss him and want to know he's ok."

2020-05-30 06:43
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I watch as you struggle even to reach for your water. I don't help you though. Not because I want to see you struggle, but because if I were in your position, I wouldn't want help.

I sit quietly, listening carefully to your words. I sense how you are struggling to make sense of the conflicting emotions. I sensed that before, and I sense it now. I nod as you apologize for killing Baker and Trey. They were often more trouble than they were worth, but they were my responsibility. I felt a cold fury about their loss, but it wasn't directed at you, but rather myself. I knew what you were capable of, and their deaths were on me for not taking better precautions.

Mike's death still lies heavy on me. He was convenient for setting examples, yes, but more than that, his death was all the more tragic because he hadn't tried to kill you out of rage or anger, but simply because he was hungry, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But again, that wasn't your fault, but entirely my own. I accept it.

Then you ask the big questions. Why did I kill your men and where is Chavez?

I let the silence stretch as I collect my thoughts. This is the big moment. I may have to kill this man depending on how this goes.

I don't lie, and won't lie, but I wonder if you are ready for my answer. I speak finally, "You want me to offer you a justification for why I killed the other members of team 686. The men you had no doubt grown close to and bonded with. The men whom you considered your friends. I killed them for two reasons, Atlas. The first reason, and the most important, is because they were soldiers. They knew the risks of becoming a soldier. They chose to live by the sword, and therefore accepted the risk that they would die by the sword. They were, in my book, combatants. I only kill combatants. I was once a soldier. In fact, I was a Royal Marine. I considered myself a good soldier, I followed orders, I got drunk with my mates. Then I was once ordered to kill a non-combatant."

I stop speaking for a moment, and allow the raw wound of that night, that mission flood through me, the emotions naked on my face. I got control of myself, and continued, offering you a much simplified version of the truth. "Let's say I violently refused. Some call me a criminal, a mercenary, a ruthless bastard, a sadist, and many worse things. I don't really care about what others call me. I only care about what I call myself. I am a warrior who does not kill combatants. No one tells me who to kill, only I make that choice, and only I am responsible for who dies by my hand.

"The second reason, and less important, was that the Syndicate paid me to kill them. It doesn't matter to me, but it might interest you that the Syndicate ordered the hit on team Shark team 686 because team 686 had led a raid against one of their drug running operations. During the raid, team 686 deliberately bombed the compound housing the wives and children of the guards as a distraction. They did it because they were ordered to do so. They did it without guilt, because they were soldiers, not warriors. They were only weapons wielded by others and were therefore not responsible for their actions."

I pause, and take a huge breath, allowing the contempt and rage I feel for all soldiers to wash through me like a river. I continue then. "Now, as for Chavez, I was paid by the Syndicate to take one of the SHARKS alive and interrogate him about his broader mission parameters. SHARKS are well trained to resist interrogation, but I have few scruples and will use techniques that men really don't have much resistance against. Let's leave it at that for now. At any rate, Chavez is alive, but he is not quite the man he once was. He did, however, tell me everything about his broader mission parameters. I learned something that you will find personally interesting."

I reached over and pulled a tablet into my lap, and hit play on a video. The video showed a broken, shattered wreck of a man speaking in a quavering voice, all his strength utterly dissipated, a broken shell was all that was left. He detailed out the full orders he and his team had been given, and then towards the end, he states quite clearly that some of the men had been joking in front of the commander, bragging about how many 'of those fucking Syndicate bitches and brats' he killed just as you walked in. It wasn't clear whether or not you overheard, but the matter was so sensitive, that if it went public the embarrassment to the team would have caused a political shit storm. Therefore, to be safe, their orders were to see that you were terminated in an untraceable manner after your training session in Denton was complete. They were going to kill you. He smiles. He was going to kill the big homo.

And now you know.

You really have no band of men and brothers that you train. You had no family holding you, watching your back, in reality. You were more disposable to them than you ever were or will be with me. You were the big homo. I say nothing, and hit stop, then move to sit in my chair. Some truths are very hard to take, and you don't need me in your face. And you had just been given a whole shitload of painful truth.

2020-05-30 07:48
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ERIK ATLAS

I listen to you yawn on about warriors and soldiers, like its some kind of religion. I get it, you're passionate. I get it, to kill people, to have to believe some serious shit. Growing up homosexual in Texas, I get used to people spinning crazy talk to get them closer to the trigger. It's something that helps them sleep at night. I heard it all, they don't hate me, Jesus told them to hate me. In my head anything that starts with money, ends with money, and everything else is salesmanship to take the money. The Syndacate paid you? This is what yu need to believe to spend the money...

Then, you show me the video. Initially I think you are just bragging. My chest nearly bursts with anguish seeing what's left of Chavez. It doesn't matter how I feel, and in this state, there's not much I can do about anything. His beautiful muscled body is broken in so many ways. His hands are mangled. His face swollen. He's crying - that man never cries.

...then.

I find I can't breathe. He says the words. The orders. He was going to kill me. And that was ok. I gasp and can't breathe. My head is swimming. Tears run down my face. They were going to kill me. He's smiling about it. This is worse than finding out your man is fucking the lawnboy. I have never in my life felt so betrayed categorically by everyone.

He's smiling about it!

Being a big homo and hated by every church in Texas for nothing isn't bad enough. Being a patriotic man training our troupes - not good enough. They were going to kill me.

And smile.

I feel myself flailing. I grab your hand and hold on tight. The first wrenching cry escapes my chest. the madness!

I hold the hand of Agent Steel and caint let go. I feel like I'm falling and this is the only thing keeping me from the Abyss.

2020-05-30 10:19
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I sit by your bedside and watch the anguish slowly work it's way through your broken body. I can tell it wasn't my personal philosophy that moved you, you are far too simple of a man to be moved by that, but the naked personal truth, the betrayal of your friends was more than you could bear. They were going to kill you because they had been ordered to. Just like I had been ordered to kill that child. Your pain was not different than mine. You understood me just fine. Maybe now, you understood the meaning I tried to convey with my 'philosophy' better than I could ever express. That was enough for me. It was the same pain, from the same source.

Atlas was learning what it was like to be Derek Steel in his own way. I held your hand then, and clutched it tightly, powerfully, assuring you through the sheer strength of my grip that I was not letting you go. You started to wail then, and flail about. I let myself fall on top of you, covering you, trying to calm you, putting as much of my body into contact with yours as I could possibly manage, reassuring you through the tight grip on your hand that I was here. There were no words I could say, not yet. All I could do was once more ride the hurricane that was Atlas, trying my best to keep him from hurting himself, and trying in a physical, visceral way to let him know that I was there with him, and I wasn't going to let him face this alone. I had to face it alone. I'd be damned if I'd stand by and let Atlas face it alone. Not on my watch.

2020-05-30 10:34

ERIK ATLAS
Every time my head tries to "re-enter" reality I get blind-sided by horrifying questions. Did they kill my Mom? Am I in the war now forever? Did I break the only shield that tried to help in all this - Agent Steel? Are we safe here? Is Cameron safe?

You cover me and I clutch behind you neck forever. "I'm sorry...." I croak out. "I beat your face with a dumbell?!" breathing is so hard. Everything hurts, it's like I'm still in Mike's coils. "We have to get out of here! Where are we? Are we safe here?" I'm still trying to fight, still trying to fix, still pretending I was in charge and ever was. but I think I get it now....

I suddenly stop.
I'm not driving
I caint if I wanted to.

DEEP...BREATH
ex - - - - hale

"So... you're in charge. What's next?"

2020-05-30 10:45
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I just lay there, covering you like a shield, letting you go through the process that you need to go through. I admit, this is not quite how I expected my encounter with Atlas would end up, but then neither plans nor expectations survive contact with the unknown. I absorb the flurry of questions, of panic, of that need for a strong man to be in control. I wait. Patient.

You breath deeply then, and I see the transformation, the surrender flowing over you. I nod. Ever man starts his journey by surrendering. I chuckle inwardly, not changing the expression on my face, when you tell me I'm in charge. I don't disabuse you of your notion, however. I take it at face value, as I have always done. "We leave. We go back to the compound, and we let you heal. Then, we find out what you really want."

2020-05-30 11:33
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ERIK ATLAS
I don't want to let you go. I like your solid power.

I hear your offer. It seems the safest place for me right now, even considering I am surrounded by men with weapons that probably hate me and maybe there's other monsters like Mike. I just won't explore closets for a while. "Let's go as soon as possible. I hate this place..." I tell you.

"And mister Steel. Dont betray me..."
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AGENT DEREK STEEL
I call in my team, and Cameron is at their head. There is a question in his eyes. I nod. The sense of relief and happiness as he realizes that you are coming back with us actually elicits a real smile on my face. A rare, unguarded moment.

As my team leaves the room rolling you in your bed away with us, I whisper to the empty room, an answer to your plea. "Atlas, Atlas. The only man with the power to betray you is yourself. I learned that a very long time ago." I stare for a moment out the window, then turn and leave.

[The End]

2020-05-30 11:52

The crush

ending a match

ATLAS VS MASTER ALEJO

ERIK ATLAS
Set to take on the muscle punk MASTER ALEJO- promoters at THE NAIL, the sexfight club in Austin TX that started it all, say he is looking for a slave submission match. I laugh at them reminding them I DONT NEED ANOTHER SLAVE BITCH - they say this is different - winner gets the loser to worship him and the loser submits as his slave. I take like three seconds picturing me serving him coffee and like - fuck that - I see his pics and whistle nice - he's a shiny man and might look good in a bearhug - have to see.

I dress in black and white striped shorts that show off the curve of my ass - zippers up the sides and front. They pack my ass and 33" thighs in showing off the goods, zippers all over with that retro look - walking in strutting 6'5" 304 pounds of massive muscle - them men go apeshit when they see me - the place has no guardrails or security rails so you walk through the 300 horny men to get to the ring, they start grabbing my arms and chest with adoration.... I make my way to the ring, JUMP to the apron, VAULT over the top rope and thunder as my size 15 booted feet hit the mats! BOOMMMM the place roars....

MASTER ALEJO
Get the promoters to set up this match. Ive had a lot of success kicking ass and things usually go my way. Im working my way into the bigger weight classes. trying to prove myself. Plus I get super horny at the thought of owning muscle studs in front of their fans! I make my way through the crowd of men. wearing only my white jockstrap, showing off my actual ass. The guys slapping my back and shoulders on my way up. I hop into the ring. "You ready to come home with me boy?" I grin and turn and flex for the crowd "This man is gonna have his lesson today!"


ERIK ATLAS
My hand usually outstretched to greet a man with respect when we first meet - YOU get to meet my hand on YOUR FACE - I SHOVE! and drop u on your ass! "YOU gonna take a Texas man and take my FREEDOM? You don't have an army bitch!" I FLEX huge 61" chest 23" arms fucking wide back and all POWER!
MASTER ALEJO
you shove me and I land on my ass. Damn! Im gonna have to step it up. Down on the ground I surge up, locking my hands between your legs, lift you up and then SLAMMM you down to the mat. ready to make my name known around here!

ERIK ATLAS
You LIFT and SLAM with a double leg takedown and missed, maybe, some little details about me - being a fullback from Baylor for starters, I trained to take HITS from a 1200 pound defensive line and get up ALL DAY... you DROP me and find your escape impossible... my back HITS! Grabbing your arm and DRAG you into my legs CLAMP ON YOUR HEAD!
squeeeze YUR LITTLE BRAINS OUT!

MASTER ALEJO
you slam to the ground but only laugh! You grab my arms and pull my head into your crotch and squeeze those legs around me. FUCKKKK!" but I am motivated, I work to pull my knees in and work with all my core strength to lift my body up to my knees. I roar as I work to get up. AHHHHHHHHHHHH

ERIK ATLAS
You work to stand - and good move, what I would do - but you dint expect 33" quads to eclipse your head - I PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-squeeeeeeeze! LIKE A JACKHAMMER ON YOUR HEAD! the place going crazy with the scene of you being crushed to your knees with my incredible leg power... I crush you down and RELEASE... KICK TO YOUR CHEST sending you flying......getting up, you hit the corner behind you!

MASTER ALEJO
I struggle to get up. You crush into my skull as I work to lift your 300lbs! my abs really working! After a little more torture you release and kick me to the corner. UFFF! I work my way up and make it back to the center.

ERIK ATLAS
we meet in the center and I have to grin - messed up hair and got u all red faced.... we collide and I press you BACK to that corner with power... huge chest in your face.... FLEX my cep..."WORSHIP THIS!" smothering you into the corner

MASTER ALEJO
you push me back into the corner and flex a big bicep in my face. Fuck! but this is what I came here for, to take big muscle down! I hook my arms into the ropes and swing my legs up and wrap them around your torso. SQUEEEZING into you while I hold myself up in the ropes!

ERIK ATLAS
your legs are impressive... and fuk they are TIGHT on me.... UGHHFffff! rush of breath out of me... eyes close and focus and FLEXXXX pushing my core solid to stalemate that incredible grip...Your hands on top of the ropes, left yur chest kinda open - my trained strength also includes hands with brickbreaking power! I GRAB YOUR PECS HARD and WRENCH driving fingers under the shelf ov those thick pecs of yurs drilling to the radial nerves under - diving thumbs into both nips... FOREARMS RIPPLE AS I SHRED BOTH PECS SLOWLY! TWIST and twist!

MASTER ALEJO
I hold you tight in my legs, but you take advantage of my open chest. SHITTT! you squeeze into it! tearing at the muscle! I charge up my arms, bend them back and launch us both forward. bringing us down to the mat! BAMMM! I loosen a second as we fall and then work to tighten my grip back up into your ribs!


ERIK ATLAS
yu thrash out of the corner like a slippery snake and we hit the mats spoiling the grip on yur pecs... yu CRANK hard...UGHHFffffff that's....tight.... head back groaning from the pressure....but bigger men done worse.... GRAB yur legs pushing down making your legs inch to my hips freeing my breath, rocking you to your back with me on top - I take a fresh DEEP breath - FOREARM SMASH slams your face!

MASTER ALEJO
I clamp on even as you push down. allowing you to only feel how rock hard my legs are. You come down with a major forearm to my face. BAMM! the impact surprises me and I loosen my hold some.

18:22 MASTER ALEJO


ERIK ATLAS
your legs loosen as I hammer you a good one - powered by a 23" arm... I PLANT my right foot and STAND explosively - LIFT your and SLAMMMMM you on the mats - your head bounces like a basketball!

MASTER ALEJO
you lift yourself up and bring my body up with you! This isn't looking good! You SLAMMMM me into the mat. The crowd cringes. AGHHHHHHH! I roll and work to get to the ropes.

ERIK ATLAS
TIME to get serious
"Master"
I get up and get behind you arms slide around your core and LIFT YOU - slamming you face forst in to the corner with me behind you - a huge wall of power on your back crushing you flat! COMES OFF AND KICKS THE SMALL OF YOUR BACK HARD WITH SIZE 15

MASTER ALEJO
you pick me up and push me into the corner. looking at the faces of the audience as you SLAMMM your foot into my back. AGKKKKKKKKKK! I fall to my knees!

ERIK ATLAS
I grab your hair - handsome hair but a good luggage handle - PICK you up and Pull you to me - HUGE ARMS SLAM AROUND YOU - this is a real man squeeze brother... ATLAS BEARHUG - crushing your back and carving through your lats into your ribs! SQUEEEEEEEEEZE!!!

MASTER ALEJO
you pull me in and lock your thick arms around me. The pressure is instant! squeezing the air out of my body. UFFFFFFFFFFFF! I work to lift my hands out of your grip. Pulling hard to get the to slip out!

ERIK ATLAS
My lips near your ear... huge smooth hot muscle flexed to iron around you squeezing you worse than anyone ever done.... I SHAKE YOUR BODY LIKE A DOG TOY sawing my arms deeper and deeper into your kicked and battered back - the pain incredible - lips near your ear.... "You may start worshiping me any time - I am a TITAN- and YOU are MINE!" SQUEEEEEZZZZING

MASTER ALEJO
flexing hard, veins popping out of my arms and neck as I work to release my hands. AGHHHHHHHHHHH! I groan in pain as your tighten your vice. I try to hook my legs behind your legs, pulling behind your knees. trying to bring you down!

ERIK ATLAS
Yu work to get us to fall... my right knee buckles... I THRASH LEFT spinning us and we LAND with a suplex slam on your back shaking the ring with the impact! 300 pounds on your chest driving your meager breath out - My hand COVERS you face as I straddle your waist....

MASTER ALEJO
BAMMMMM! you slam me into the mat. With all of your 300lbs! FUCKKKKKKK! dazed, trying to collect myself you straddle me and cover my face with your hand. I struggle to breath. I start to flail, reaching up to your hand to pull it off.

ERIK ATLAS
You pay attention to the hand and miss the magic trick... legs - HUGE legs straddle over you and work around you - I grab your hand and work it over your head and rock left - legs SMOTHER around you like being swallowed by a monster.... and CLAMP around you....and SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE... bodyscissors crush - ankles clamped behind you - thick calves flexed locking those ankles together! CRUSHING YOUR WAIST! "Time to Tap Alejo... OR this will break your insides..." CRUSHING worse than the bearhug - 33" quads filling your armpits and thick down to your hips as they flex and crush the life out of you

MASTER ALEJO
you lock your monster legs around my torso, bring me to my side. and SQUEEEEEEEEZE! I would try to fight you off but the pressure instantly presses all of the air out of me. I feel them crush into my ribs! "AGHHHHH! NOOOOOOO" I yell out!

ERIK ATLAS
You don't quit - I shake my head.... "You know how this goes... I did it to your head..." PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-squeeeeeeeze! "Yeaaaaa... like a jackhammeron your ribs aint it?" PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-squeeeeeeeze!PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-squeeeeeeeze!
the pulses making it impossible to breathe so you fight to endure
Jackhammer CRUSH rattling your ribs to pieces!

MASTER ALEJO
with each pump you squeeze tighter. at points it feels like you have completely flattened my insides. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I scream louder now as the pain continues!

ERIK ATLAS
I rock my legs left and right SAWING deeper now easily carving 8 inches off your waist and damaging your insides, bruising your core deep inside and will be remembered for weeks.... my hand swipes over my chest mopping sweat and my finger slips into your lips.... "You want me... dont die for your pride..." I CRUSH TIGHTER AS YOU TASTE MY SALTY SWEAT your ribs white hot near breaking!

MASTER ALEJO
You squeeze more. im getting lightheaded from the damage and lack of air. you feed me some of your sweat! the crowd getting louder waiting to see what happens! "AGHHHHHHH OK OK OK OK OK!" I yell out!

ERIK ATLAS
your face red and its hard, I know its hard admitting yur my slave....hard..... I relent the crushing power around you and roll you to your back SITTING ON YOU and flexing for the crowd - they go apeshit again and eager to see how this goes.... I look at you - your eyes finally meet mine as you manage to recover from the horrible pain - 300 pounds on top of you - TOUCH your new master.... DO IT! - my thundering voice silences the whole room with the command and shakes your heart

MASTER ALEJO
you finally let go. collapsed on the mat. the crowd roars. you mount me. sitting on my flexing your bigger biceps for the crowd...and me....no. fuck. this cant be real. its not supposed to be me. your weight presses down on my chest, holding me there...you command me. your first command to me...of many...cringing. humiliated. looking up at you as your sweat drips down, I bring one hand up. slowly. and lay it to your pec. closing my eyes as I watch you grin in satisfaction.

ERIK ATLAS
I GRAB your head and force your face between my sweating pecs... "SHOW me some love and respect NOW!"
hand lacing into your hair DRIVING your face in hard into that valley]

MASTER ALEJO
all eyes on what happens next. you slam my face into your hard muscled pecs. moaning as the initial humiliation begins. I reach my arms behind you, start to rub the sweat on your lats while I slowly open my mouth and lick the sweat off your pec. The crowd goes wild again.

ERIK ATLAS
planting my feet I stand.... PULL you to your feet..."Why did you insist on this...? I'm a Texan... we fight for our freedom.. are yu crazy?.... I coulda killed you..." I rage in your face! My hand on your throat shoving your into the corner.... FLEX my right bicep and SHOVE yur face into my bicep and slide yu to my wet armpit

MASTER ALEJO
you pull me up, throw me to the corner as you choke me with your hand. I dont resist anymore....then...a BIG bicep, flexed, coming in at my face, you rub it in. I suck the sweat as it slides over my face and then forced into your sweaty pit. the scent is undeniable. "fuckkk" I gasp out into your pit before licking it out. my hair wet with your scent.

ERIK ATLAS
HUGE arms close around your head smothering you there.... "Show them you bow to me.... do it.... Kiss my boot..."

MASTER ALEJO
you hold me in your arms for a while more. really rubbing it in. literally....then you pull off and back up a step...commanding me again to bow...with a pleading look on my face, I want this to not be true...but it is...I drop to my knees...stare at you....then bow over. hover over your boot....then kiss it.

ERIK ATLAS
The place howls with wild energy.... Your back looks good with you kneeling. I GRAB your hair pulling you up and rubbing your face on my crotch... sweat soaked manhood... "You ready to stand and get your first instructions?"

MASTER ALEJO
you pull me by my wet hair again, shove me in your crotch. everyone cheering you on as I am left taking in your sweat and scent. you ask me if im ready...im not...but I respond back..."y....yes..............sir"

ERIK ATLAS
"I'm going to say something that's gonna surprise you. Maybe confuse you. But you need to know this. I like you free. I don't need a slave. I want a man. Come buy me a steak and we're even. You're a stallion and I want you free, ya understand? Will you do that?"

MASTER ALEJO
I look up at you. "you sure? I will buy you a steak...but I will forever respect you....sir....ill always be your trophy"

ERIK ATLAS
HUGS YOU up into my arms. "YOU are a beautiful man and need to be free. Thank u...."
hold yur arm up and we take a mutual victory pose

I really like this guy - Atlas approved

MASTER ALEJO
we raise up. I flex but look at you as you flex. The crowd starts cheering your name. ATLAS ATLAS ATLAS!


ATLAS WINS

 

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ERIK ATLAS VS BRUCE THE BEAR

ERIK ATLAS:: I get an offer to take on a match, but not like through e mail, a snail mail message; and hand written in a cursive I aint never seen a computer do....Invites to the Grove Games... they offer me $125k to win... I think my eyes snap open hard reading it... so night comes and I drive my bike to the address.... its a warehouse in South Dallas. I go in and the place seems empty.

Atlas muscle from Dallas

ERIK ATLAS: As I walk in a small man says, "Mr Atlas, we're glad you made it. This way." He shows a doorway shrouded in smoke... no.. its fog....? -I emerge through the doorway thinking this is a cool arena-entrance effect and find the arena... its amazing..."Scuse me..." I get tapped on my shoulder... OHMAHGAWD
- Its a man snake thing taller than me by two heads, his hand on my chest, and a sudden assault of scaly skin slides around my thick quad and squeezes in... "Could you move, I need the showers..." He lifts me using his tail wrapped around my leg and his hand on my arm and sets me out of his way. He moves me aside ...I move and eyes snap open... Holee shit... what was that? "Your match is soon, you should prepare" the gnome man says.-

I see the little man speaking at me but I realize this whole house if full of animal people..... "OK ok... I can do this..."
- I head to the dressing room and they call me...."In this corner, from the human realms of Dallas Texas... standing at 6'5" and weighing in at 296 pounds... the Titan from Texas, ERIK ATLAS:"
- I come in and realize people are laughing... I guess i dont look like a titan compared to the size of most... making my way to the ring, creatures patting me on the head?!?!? this is getting old fast... I see the crowd and wonder what did i get into...."And his opponent..."

BRUCE THE BEAR: "Hailing from a cave in the far northern wilds of Alaska, standing at an even 6' and weighing in at 357 pounds, BRUCE THE BEAR...!!" The crowd roars as I step into the ring, wearing just a pair of black athletic shorts. I growl from across the ring, the hair on the back of my neck rising as I stare you down yt

That right, a bear

 ERIK ATLAS: I get a look at you and you... growl... the wall of sound coming from that is freakin impressive... ok... I gotta beat... him....nodding to myself... I got this - I take the moment to ROOOOOOAR back at the top of my lunge with the full depth of my voice!!!! the place howls as i get into the spirit of this and i charge rushing the bear... HIT shoulder to yur guts working to drive you back to your corner!

BRUCE THE BEAR: urgh! getting right to the point I see. i stumble back into the corner, the sudden aggression from the human taking me off guard. As I slam up against the turnbuckle I bring both my fists down in an overhead blow to your back

 ERIK ATLAS: yur huge paws SLAM my back like thunder and drive me FLAT on the mats.....Holysh!t... thats not working.... ughghgh... deep breath... from my fullback days I know how to take a hit but rare for something to take me down in one... i rise and SCOOP yur crotch... showing ATLAS POWER... lift and TURN.... POWERSLAM on the mats... the whole ring shakes.... crowd going NUTS!

BRUCE THE BEAR: hrrg! not often I get picked up and slammed like that. this human is stronger than I gave him credit for. it takes me a moment to get my bearing from being tossed so easily, then I roll over and get up to one knee

 ERIK ATLAS: I drop on top of you and you roll like I aint there... The power in this guy is amazing... and looked at his trunks is definitely a guy... that bearcock... wuuuf... dont wanna think about that... we get up and I need to work out how we gonna do this... I grab yur head... its right there... HEADLOCK and flex in hard and TIGHT my 23" arms let me...SQUEEEZING hard....

BRUCE THE BEAR: Ack! Airway is cut off... can't go out like this.. I push hard against your chest, struggling to get my head free, but your hold is locked in tight, and I am running out of time. I strike you hard in the side, driving a massive fist in as hard as it will go. I do it again, and again, until I can loosen your grip even slightly.

 ERIK ATLAS: Yu slam on me hard... shaking my core... over and over.... the bear working to get out and just barely able to... I cinch harder and crank in a hard circular motion and RUN for the corner... JUMP.... BULLDOG the bear! Yur head DRILLS into the mats!...rolling to my feet and the place actually boos me...

BRUCE THE BEAR: The boos echo through the arena as my head is driven hard into the mat. Dazed i struggle to get up onto my hands and knees. it's getting hard to think straight... need to get him to the ground and use my weight to my advantage... damn he's hot though.. stop it, no time for distractions. I slowly push myself up so I am resting on my knees, staring up at you, clearly dizzy from the massive bulldog

 ERIK ATLAS: I get a good look int yur eyes and have to break away... they are fascinating....but I got a match to win... I STEP in yur back driving you flat! run over you and rebound the ropes beyond... and come back DOUBLE BOOT STOMP on your back DRIVING YOU FLAT AGAIN!

BRUCE THE BEAR: "OOPH" the air is driven out of me as you deliver repeated punishment to my back. Damn it BRUCE THE BEAR:.. snap out of it.. I roll over onto my back, trying to get some air back into my lungs and letting my head finish clearing

 ERIK ATLAS: yur roll over after letting out a deep grunt from the impact... ohhh hard to resist this target.... running to the side and rebound the ropes.... KNEE DROP STRIKE into your exposed gut!

BRUCE THE BEAR: OOPH I curl up around my now aching gut. I gotta escape... just to reset momentum at least... I crawl to the edge of the ring to try and slide out under the ropes

 ERIK ATLAS: yu roll out of the ring.... and hell not sure going to the floor is a wise tactic here... hell I dont even know whats down there.... and that ended my internal debate... I rush to the opposite ropes and rebound and FLY over the top... you look up to see the 296 pound cruise missile HITS yu in the chest!

BRUCE THE BEAR: I topple to the ground, unable to catch you in my weakened state. Out here at least I can use the ring to help me stand. As I get to my feet I turn to face you

 ERIK ATLAS: we hit the floor and tumble to the edge of the strange crowd scrambling for position... holy shit there's many...things here... either I fall in love with this place or run screaming... but there's this bear in front of me... sweat running off me, working hard every move to keep him from working me over... I charge and DRIVE back to the ring edge BACK slam again! arms slide around you and barely grab behind you CLAMP tight

BRUCE THE BEAR: WHAM my back screams in pain as you slam me up against the edge of the ring, again knocking the wind out of me. Then you lock in a bearhug, and it becomes a struggle to inhale at all! Come on BRUCE ... think fast... Desperately struggling to break this hold, I clap both of my massive paws against the sides of your head, again repeating the blows again and again until I can loosen your grip

 ERIK ATLAS: I get the squeeeeze locked in and feel the deep carving crush I can get on this guy.... and then SLAMMMMM... my head rings... SLAMMMMM oh gawddamm.... my hold breaks and i gotta back off... stumble and land on my ass... huge hands in impact on my head... head shaking need to get up

BRUCE THE BEAR: I gasp for air as the hold breaks, but I don't have time for a breather if I want any chance of winning. I grab you by the back of the neck and haul you to your feet, then lead you over to the ring edge and WHAM slam your head into it. Then I let go, leaving you draped over the edge of the ring I make a big show of it to the crowd, their cheering deafening as I get back into the match. I turn back to you to try and repeat the slam into the ring edge to try and get the crowd to count along with me as I do it

 ERIK ATLAS: you pick me up... oh shit oh sh!t...SLAMS my head....feeling my knees bucking... SLAMS me agin....then slam slam slam... he's making an Olympic sport outta drilling my head int the hard edge...my knees buckle and I hit the floor on all fours... shaking my head....

BRUCE THE BEAR: "TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!" after the 5th slam I drop you and turn back to the crowd, arms lifted high in celebration, this was how this match was supposed to go from the beginning. I keep showboating and flexing for them as they chant my name.

 ERIK ATLAS: OK.... this is insane... the place is raging... I aint even sure there's rules about winning out here or in the ring... but yur my gravy train and $125k is a lot.... I draw in some resolve and dig deep ... get UP and JUMP leaping on your back... Thick arm LOCKS around your neck clamps on HARD with a driving sleeper.... yur thick neck CRUSHED down as I lock on...legs wrap around you and clamp TIGHT... 33" quads carve in hard and I hang on for the ride....

BRUCE THE BEAR: I am taken completely by surprise, I was too busy hamming it up for the crowd! at first I try to pull your arm away from my throat as a reflex, forgetting that your strength is enough to keep it locked in. The world is fading fast as I fall to one knee and then am driven face first into the ground. I feebly try to roll over to crush you under my weight, but you are easily able to prevent that. my vision is starting to go dark.

 ERIK ATLAS: Yu thrash and fight to get my arm off yur throat... not just locked around but interlaced in my other arm.. legs cinch TIGHTER as yu feel thick muscle, warm smooth skin and my cock throbs feeling the fur and power of a fucking bear in my grip.... heart hammering... I love this place.... but I gotta take him down...SQUEEEEEEZE tighter...

BRUCE THE BEAR: Looks like its night night time for BRUCE THE BEAR:. One arm feebly pulls at the sleeper hold, while the other reaches out in space, grasping for anything I can get a hold of that might help. My feet thrash against the ground, trying but failing to gain any sort of leverage I keep struggling for a few more seconds before my vision goes red, then black, and I go limp in your arms

 ERIK ATLAS:Yu go limp and we HIT the floor... oh shit oh shit.... BOOOM! I have the mercy of landing on top of the bear! OH mahgawd... he s out.... I shake the hold harder sawiung it deeper.... and then he aint moving.... ok.... ok... letting go I stand and raise my one hand in victory! The place boos like i was a Mexican in Kansas - I steel myself up and look at the promoter... he rings the bell, "The winner.... the HUMAN ERIK ATLAS:!!!!" The booing goes crazier... i ignore them

 ERIK ATLAS: I kneel next to the bear hoping yur ok...no idea what a sleeper does to bear physiology
seeing you wake...yt

BRUCE THE BEAR: It takes a few moments, but I come back to consciousness "Grr good fight, for a human"
"nice package for a human too"

 ERIK ATLAS: I almost blush... taking the compliment as any here is good..."I can share with with you plenty if ya like... but I might get kilt if I fuck u here..." put yur paw on my throbbing tool...."Yur mine huh?"

BRUCE THE BEAR: My eyes widen and I lick my chops, "To the winner go the spoils, after all" and I lead you to the locker room where we can get a bit of privacy

 ERIK ATLAS: You take my hand and lead... the place roars many of them knowing what this implies... many clueless... some just not sure what they're looking at... we get to the lockers and I close the door.... AND SHOVE YOU TO THE STONE WALL.... face to face...finally eye to eye...most amazing eyes.... my cock so fucking hard...."Strip me..."

BRUCE THE BEAR: ummph I grunt as you shove me against the wall. I rip your gear off of you so i can get a good look at that cock of yours - It's as majestic as the rest of you, and I, almost hypnotized by it, kneel down to start sucking on it

 ERIK ATLAS: yu tear off my trunks and I realize that coulda been my face... mercy was there all this time.... OH HHHHH gawd ohhhh yessss... yur thick long tongue doing things there no one ever done before...holding you to keep from buckling..... "Good thing....u like ... me" gasping

BRUCE THE BEAR: "Mmhmm" still drained from the fight, I struggle to support us both, leaning back up against the wall as I keep sucking. I run my large paws up your legs and grab your ass, forcing you deeper down my throat

 ERIK ATLAS: OHHh shit yessss.... know those huge teeth could make me a soprano in seconds but that mouth and tongue is awesome... Hammer my tool in hard and grip yur ears... head back rocking hard..."Gonna.... cum....big guy..." head back shaking...

BRUCE THE BEAR: I lean into it, head bobbing as you once again take full control of me, driving your cock deep into my throat with a solid grip on my ears. I feel you tense up as you start to cum..

 ERIK ATLAS: AWUGHHHHGAWD YES.... CUMSHOT!.... and again..... CUMSHOT!!!! gusher load!

BRUCE THE BEAR: Hot cum explodes into my mouth and down my throat, so much you might actually choke me out again! but I manage to swallow and gently withdraw my mouth. I continue kneeling in front of you, head bowed in supplication.

 ERIK ATLAS: OH sh!t.... that was.... gawds... no one ever gave me head like that.... hug your head to me... stroking your amazing fur... "I could explore you all night..." I say. "You got a place here?"

BRUCE THE BEAR: I lean into the petting, almost like a massive dog. I look up and meet your eyes, then nod

 ERIK ATLAS: "Take me there please..."

Hans Klein vs Killer Karlssen - European battle!

HANDS KLEIN VS KILLER KARLSENN
account by Erik Atlas

    I don't suppose I need to say this story ain't about me.
    Sometimes in places where egos clash and men of great power measure themselves against each other, that clarity of who the story is about is necessary because things get messy and confusing. I should also mention, I kinda get a little horny and my soul lets out a shiver when I see Hans strip off his shirt and show off those pecs. He flexed his legs showing those off too.

can you believe he's shy?

    Hans Klein is a freak of muscle and dedication. My respect for him goes beyond respect and slides into lust. Yea, he tolerates that. His ladyfriend don't care and she's a fine left side to his right side.


I walked in when the Killer was being introduced. I saw him walk into the ring like a gorilla trying to sip a teacup. Everything descent around him seemed to wilt. None of the aisles were wide enough for his shoulders. He shoved people aside. The crowd parted to take a safe distance, all except the pain freaks that might try to touch his muscle at any cost. There was a cost alright. He flattened the face of a fanboy and knocked him ass over Amsterdam with a flat-handed shove to his face! The kid left a 7 foot skid mark.

What a bastard

Right. We get it, he's the heel.

Something in me kept saying, what an ass.

He got in the ring and showed off a body of amazing sculpt and chemistry. This is the kind with almost no fat and felt like a bag of rocks up close. Sure he was handsome, but he made up for that by pushing the ring babe out of the way and knocking her back. To her credit, she was born to walk in 5" heels. She recovered her stance and gave him a sneer that could peel paint, and walked out of the ring.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any paint. He was pasty white, a creature born in a gym, weaned in a locker room, and trained in manners and etiquette in an alley behind a biker bar. Her stare wasn't lost on the crowd and she got cheers and support from the all male crowd. They introduced him at six foot two inches, weighing a heft three hundred ten pounds.

Usually when the front office lists a man over three hundred, they're telling tales to sell tickets. This time though, I thought maybe they missed counting a pound or ten. He had the biggest legs I seen this winter. Even at his height, he had to walk with a wide stance to keep his quads from rubbing on each other. There was this space at his knees that hinted his poor opponent might get crushed right there. He slapped them as he flexed and they sounded hard as stone.  I saw the signs. See, I know this ain't about me, but I like crushing a man to submission. It's got something to do with those cool noises a man make when his breath gets crushed out of him in my 33 inch quads. This man looked bigger.

Sure it was impressive, but the the world is a fickle place, right? The crowd's attention shifted quickly from loving on his good looks to the announcer set to introduce my man.

The announcer broke the moment and announced my man's entrance. "From Leipzig, Germany, walking towards the pro ring. 27years old, standing 6 feet, 4inches, weighing 293lb, HANS KLEIN!" He flexed like a panther when he walked. It was sweet to see such a big man walk like he left no footprints. And he's big. He's got a fifty five inch chest and a thirty two inch waist. He's a V shaped slice of perfection.

Hans grabbed the top rope and vaulted over, landing with a hard slam, the only time u heard his feet. The ring shook from the impact but the Killer merely sneered, unimpressed. Hans had on a red singlet that framed his pecs like they were art and sowed the dramatic flare of his lats.

The big man Karlsenn shouted at Hans as he was stretching and making ready for the bell. "Hey, fucker. You need to know I'm gonna make this fucking slow and painful for you. You're gonna lose disgracefully!" He flexed his chest hard as he spoke and then flexed his legs. "I'm going to crush you and tear parts off you!"

The crowd shouted back, as if the big man gave a shit what they were saying. I saw the signs. Hans moved to ring center rotating his head on his shoulders, stripping down the top half of his singlet showing off his lower set of 8pack abs and pointed at them as if to suggest the Killer should be kissing that wall now, instead of waiting till he lost.

Sure, my dick said some urgent things right about then. Yur not stupid, I'm guessing you can guess.
The killer came to the center of the ring meeting Hans chest to chest, showing the thundering crowd what size of monsters were in the ring. The referee looked just tiny next to these guys and was mostly ignored and they men met pec to pec, nose to nose. The ref tried to wedge his hand between the two mountains and found his hand trapped there, pulling hard to get his hand back. The men were frozen in that position.

Killer broke the steely silence giving the referee his hand back by dropping back. I could see that the hit was coming. In fact most in the place could, including the ref. He had that "I need a bunker" look as that huge fist of Killer's came forward. Most men would fail to notice this, but I saw Hans step an inch forward into the attack!

The forearm shot landed on the big German's chest with a thunderous slam. THOOMPF! he just rocked back an inch taking a shot that would roll most cops and kill many fools. He fired back one of his own! BOOMM! Killer was rocked into the ropes! A sweet surge of pride hit my chest. That's my man! Love seeing Hans do that!

Hans watched closely as the Killer recovered and grabbed his wrist. Most guys think a wrist grab is like a handy hold and we're about to square dance or some shit. His hand slapped onto Killer's wrist with an audible CRAK setting a skin on skin tight grip. I would see Killer wrench his arm from that hold and find that the big German's hand stuck there like Spiderman (without the whiny high school bullshit.) He dropped his weight back and slung the Killer into the far corner like an Olympic hammer throw.

He hit the turnbuckle and the whole ring shook from the impact! The crowd swelled with sound marvelling at Hans' power. Over their noise, we could hear Killer Karlsenn groan in pain from the hit. That thick back must have taken a hard hit to make him groan. Unless Killer's secretly a lil pansy? Ya think? (Don't tell him I said that. He might take it the wrong way.)

Hans was on a roll and closed into the corner... He gripped The Killer by the wrist again and dropped back hauling him out of the corner. Then the Killer showed his freak-show power. he hit the brakes and stopped the second whip move like his feet rooted to the mats and PULLED Hans into him driving his hue knee into Klein's guts!

Hans let out a coughing explosion of breath as his air was driven out of him by that hit! His feet left the mats and he sunk to his knees! OOoooo the crowd echoed as they saw the deep impact that made into the handsome muscleman's core. The power of the Killer was incredible. Hans fell back and quickly recovered working his way to his feet but that knee strike left a red mark on his brick wall abs.

Killer Karlsenn wasn't waiting. He saw an opening and took it. From behind he threw that thick arm Hans built aside and like a big fucking snake slammed his hands on lats and serratus setting in a hard side claw, threatening to tear his lat muscle off his side. "Fucker, here comes the pain!!" I watched as Killer's fingers carved through the steely muscle in Han's side like it was nothing. Holy shit he's carving him into pieces!

Bruises bloomed under his skin like blue flowers as Hans groaned in pain. His deep voice rumbled through the arena as he had his lat muscle ripped deeply. Shaking in pain Hans went from standing up to sinking to his knees. The crowd shouted for Hans to get up and hang in there.

 Hans grabbed around Killer for support, and his tormentor smiled with sick excitement as his victim clung to him. Even I didn’t notice that Hans wasn't hanging onto him, but slipping his arm under Killer's shoulder. Hans suddenly stood in an explosive burst of power lifting under Killer's shoulder, lifting Killer off the mats! Tossed over his shoulder, tearing the claw hold out of his side, he slammed Killer on his back in front of him.

The crowd went insane watching the sudden turn of events. I was on my feet howling.

With the Killer on his back, Hans showed some intensity as he rushed back into control. His side where the claw tore in was back and blue already but he powered through the pain and rebounded off the ropes behind him. We went crazy as he stomped on the Killer's abs driving his 293 pounds deep into his guts and used the jump as a springboard. He spring up onto the top rope, both feet landing on top rope, then he flipped back in a blind flip. He slammed on top of the Killer in a perfect splash, in spite of the pain in his core!I watched that move and realized, shit I should be practicing that one. I love that about my man Hans, when I see him in action is usually end up taking notes of some wild superior action.

Killer took the slam rolling in pain and surprise at the turn of action. Hans slowly got to his feet. I could see he was hurting but not going to let it take his action down a peg. He closed with Killer about to slam him and the heel knelt begging for a time out. He was trying to stall Hans. The m y heart sank. Hans stopped to actually consider for  moment that handshake that Killer was hoping he would take.

The crowd screamed no no no!

Hans looked left and right as if to take the measure of the crowd opinion.  Oh gawd, this never works.  I spent the next ten seconds remembering the times in my rookie year I got shellacked by heels hurting me like this. And I know Hans never likes to be a bad man. I hear Killer saying, “Trust me, bro. I'm yur buddy here."
"Ok Killer, palms only," he says. I think I held my face when he did. He moved closer to Killer carefully.

Immediately Killer drives his right knee hard Into Hans balls! "You Idiot!" Killer gloated. The place went crazy! The ref was in Killers face with a pointed finger reading him the rules of hell. Then Killer did the worst! RIGHT HOOK!! The ref hit the mats, knocked-the-fuck-out!

Hans groaned deeply as he sunk to his knees, cupping his balls, looking at the unconscious ref. The rules just died. His forehead hit the mats and he slumped to his side drooling and gagging. I could see the bruising in his side even worse than before, like Killer's claw hold tore the tissues under his lat muscle.

Killer closed on Hans and grabbed him by the hair, flexing a huge 24 inch bicep for the crowd. "Looks like the little German won't be procreating this lifetime!" The chorus of booing nearly drowned out the brutal insult. My face was grim and i thought of five things I wanted to do to Killer Karlsenn. As if he read my mind, he looked me in the eyes and flipped me off.

I am seriously gonna have to hurt this man.

Everything in my heart made me wanna jump in the ring and rip his spleen out and rub it in his face. (And I hafta admit that I don't actually know where his spleen is, so there might have to be some sorting inside while I figure it out. But like I said, this ain't about me, so I shut the fuck up.)

I watched Hans get to his feet and stagger Holding his balls. His breath came is rough spasms and he was favoring his side. He dropped into the ropes as he rose to his feet, eyes still sharp on the Killer.

"You're done now, mate!" He shouted at Hans and ran at him, aiming to rip his head off with a clothesline. I know the move. On the ropes the hit would probably send Hans to the hard floor.

Hans knew the move too - he ducked dropping under the Killer and lifting into his momentum. The Killer flew over the top rope doing his best to catch the ropes and break his fall. He hit the apron hard on his way to the floor. Laying there on the floor right there in front of me, I got a good look at that massive body of his, but maybe I was enjoying the pained look on his face more. Who knows. The whole picture made me adjust my parts and was a pleasure to see.

He got up pretty quick, a testament to his power and training. "Looks like u had a bad step there coward... I mean Killer." he turned and looked at me in rage. He refused to be distracted and slammed the apron in rage still staying focused, more or less, on my man in the ring. The ref started counting and Killer was forced to ignore me and get back into the ring.

Imagine the look on your villain’s face when he sees Hans standing there with his hand out to shake. I could say Killer was so mad u could light a cigarette on his head. Before he could make any use of his rage, Hans HIT him with a shoulder in the guts forcing spit out of Killer’s mouth!

Like I said, both of these men are amazing specimens of power and ability. A hit like that would bring down most men, Killer just dropped to his knee and took a grip on Hans’ wrist as he went down. Forcing himself up to his feet he twisted Hans arm behind him . Hans thrashed out of the quick hammerlock but the lock wasn’t the aim of the move. Leaping off the mats, Killer’s huge arm snaked around the big German’s neck from behind locking in a sleeper and those massive legs of Karlssen locked around Hans’ waist.

The crowd took in a breath in shock. I was with them. Those fucking legs are huge and we knew it would be brutal if Hans got caught between them. He was busy fighting that sleeper threatening to blackout his lights if he didn’t fight it. That left Killer to work those legs tighter and tighter with little top stop him but a raw flex of armor plated abs.

I know that fight of abs vs leg power; legs usually win after enough time. Hans trembled as he supported the weight of both him and the 300 pound Karlssen. Those legs were grinding into him hard as the sleeper lock sawed under his chin, in spite of the fighting efforts to stop him. To make it worse, Killer rocked forward and back trying to make the grip tighter and tighter.

I’ve had Hans in this grip and he’s like a ninja, never makes a sound even if it hurts, so I was real surprised to hear him groan in pain and sink to one knee. I could hear the men around me saying shit like Hans is done. To be fair, his face turned red and he looked medium rare on his way to being done. A few more minutes in this heat he was gonna be.

He shook his head and went to a full crouch. I thought the worst but saw he was just setting up the big move. He jumped and flipped forward piling his whole body weigh on Killer’s deathgrip! There was no way he would win grace awards with that move, but the crowd loved it. The hold broke as they hit the mats and Hans thrashed like a man in a pit of vipers breaking himself free of that hold. Killer rolled the other way gagging for air after that collision.

I was taking notes. He looked like he just expected Hans to take it till he died. I saw Hans coming up on his about to show him otherwise. He grabbed the Killer under his arms lifting him like a child and slam his arms around his tight Killer body. Lifted off the mats, Killer Karlssen felt the crushing power of Hans Klein! The bearhug cranked into him squeezing through thick muscle and bending ribs.

 Killer thrashed and screamed, groaning with every thin breath he could take. His cries squelched into a strangled gurgle of pain! The place went crazy as the match looked like one moment Hans was done and now it looked like Killer was in serious trouble. Killer hit him in the head and neck with wild flailing fists that bounced off the thickest shoulders I’ve seen in the whole circuit. He shook Killer’s body in that constricting grip with his head back proudly grinning.

Killer suffered good in that crush about 30 seconds and then his hand rose to the lights brandishing his claw preparing to attack! His hand slams into Hans chest. Then the other! Working deep into the hold he raked deep scratches across his pecs! Hans cried out in a loud groan of pain and dropped Killer’s feet to the mats. Staying on Hans he turned scratches into a viscous claw grip. The crowd was shocked to see blood running down Hans body.

I just couldn’t believe that. I’m used to having strong hands and breaking bricks to show off. I know to make a man bleed like that takes work and time and he’s tearing into him. Killer’s claw hold is something to seriously fear.

“Ha! your fucking blood runs red Hans! Your chest is finished! Its gonna be over in three minutes for you. C'mon and let me finish you off!” Killer was taunting Hans. His face was twisted in pain but slowly he got a clear calm that covered his face.

“YEA Hans! You got this!” Just then he slammed his head into the Killer’s head in a brutal head butt! Here I thought Texans had hard heads, but Hans started bashing his way out of this or making Killer re-decide the wisdom of trying to tear those pecs off before the man was dead.

Weakened and dazed by three powerful headbutts, Killer falls to the ropes resting his face on them as Hans recovers. The streaks of blood down his chest shock the crowd but the warrior don’t care till its over.

Hans leaped into action and got clever. He pushed the Killer into the ropes and watched the dawning trouble on Karlssen’s face. Killer pulled his arms and realized he was trapped in the ropes! “No NO! That’s against the rules!”

Hans let out that charming smile of his, but this time it was laced with some serious arsenic.

He slipped through the ropes and deliberately rubbed his bloody chest into Killer’s face. “No, get off me. This is illegal!” Hans made my parts slip around and heart race as he slowly squared up behind the Killer and wrapped his arms around his chest. In spite of the side claw, in spite of the pec claws, in spite of being kicked in the stones, Hans locked on his bearhug squeeze.

Killer complained and swore and said things preechers shouldn’t then stopped talking at all. Instead he was saving his air for just plain breathing. Han’s locked his hands over his sternum, (Hans reminded me that it was his Xiphoid process, not his sternum. Here I thought the xiphoid process was that secret process they use to decaffeinate tampons or something. Hell, I don’t know anything some days.)

His arms flexed and shreds of amazing muscle snapped through his skin showing everyone the incredible pressure Hans was under. His ribs bent in and he suddenly screamed out. It was probably his submission but Hans was right in not stopping. It wasn’t real words. I promise.

He screamed. Time ticked by.

He squirmed. Time ticked by.

I bought a soda from the walking vendor. He needed to make change from a twenty so like I hinted at, time ticked by. I looked around. Mercy wasn’t around to visit. Pity was taking a smoke outside. Decency was there, but seemed to be paying attention to the unconscious ref. Rage was drooling on my shoe, like he usually does. The place thundered as Hans squeezed and squeezed the unfortunate Killer.

Like a balloon, the Killer deflated. He sure looked red in the face and a lot thinner.

“I…. quit!” he finally squealed through clenched teeth.

There was no bell. The place just gave the match to Hans. He was a good man and peeled Killer out of the ropes. He fell in a splat to the mats as he got away from the ropes. Hans even helped him up.

Hans greeted the thrilled crowd and wiped his blood off on a towel. A fight broke out for who got the towel. All I could think was careful brother, they like your blood and they are fickle. He walked out of the arena with a storm of people around him celebrating. He didn’t seem to complain much that his pecs were nearly torn off.

The party was pretty distracting. So, I turned to see in my face, the bloody, sweaty, and really angry face of Killer Karlssen. I planted my hand on his chest, “OH-kay- tiger, back the fawk off!”

“I will meet you one night. You will feel the Killer Klaw!”

Then he sputtered something in French. Or maybe Norweegian. It needed no translation and I clearly know what he thinks of my mother. (After a while you get a knack of understanding a threat spit in your face. Comes with the job I think.)

Karlssen walked off and I knew, yea. I get this feeling he won’t wait for a ring.
But like I said. I don’t know everything.
He walked off.

HANS WINS