—continued from The News Division: Match 2—
The News Division: Match 3
Evans vs. Engel
After Thomas’ defeat of Rob, Rob slammed doors and refused to make eye contact with anyone once they made it back up the cliff. Rob showered off and then slammed his bedroom door behind him to sulk in seclusion. The rest of the talent sat around the kitchen while Thomas took a long, hot shower.
“Holy shit!” Carter laughed while he munched on an apple. “I did NOT see that coming. Seriously, Thomas is one bad ass!”
“He shouldn’t have humiliated him,” Chris muttered. He took a drink of water from his glass, then continued, “He didn’t have to humiliate him.”
“That’s just it,” Carter said with a smirk. “I think he did. I think when you scratch beneath the surface, Thomas can’t help himself but be a sadistic whore. It’s fantastic. Though I must say, I’m not looking forward to facing him on the beach.”
Just at that moment, Thomas walked into the kitchen with one white towel wrapped around his tanned waist and another towel in his hand, drying his hair.
After a moment of awkward silence, Thomas shrugged and left the kitchen to kick his feet up on a couch in the adjacent living room. When the others heard Eli’s voice, they followed Thomas into the living room to catch the patter.
“Very impressive, Thomas,” Eli was saying, his face framed in the plasma screen over the fireplace. “There’s a whole segment of our audience that is literally light- headed with pleasure over the way you dispatched Rob. I don’t think any of us honestly expected such a performance.”
Thomas looked down and didn’t respond.
“Now there are only two competitors left to face off in round 1. So obviously, Carter and Richard, you’ll be up next. Like the others, you’ll be fighting for a two year contract, but unlike the others, your contract will be with me. As freelancers, I’m sure you can appreciate what an opportunity this will be for the victor. You boys don’t command much marketshare, yet. So this battle will be your ‘coming out,’ so to speak, for a fan base to build your career on. So don’t disappoint. You’ll be fighting this evening at 8pm.”
“In the dark?” Richard asked.
“Under stadium lights,” Eli responded. He smiled and winked, and the plasma screen went blank. The boys sat in silence, contemplating what this venture was doing to each of them.
At 8pm, the sun had set across the ocean and stadium lights were illuminating the sandy beach beneath the cliff. All six men had climbed down the steps. Thomas tried to catch Rob’s eye, to catch a glimpse of whether there was anything of their friendship left to salvage. But Rob refused to make eye contact, glowering at the backs of Richard and Carter as they walked out onto the sand.
The horn sounded from the cliff above, and the fighters immediately crouched to face off. Carter was darkly tanned, shirtless and wearing a yellow speedo. His body was shaved smooth, and despite the night breeze, he was already glistening with sweat in the artificial lights. Carter’s upper body was well muscled, not massive, but hard. His baseball biceps tensed and his hands were held palms up to his opponent in preparation for the initial lock up. Richard had never seen Carter out of his clothes before. As Richard scanned Carter’s dark body, his eyes froze for a moment as he took in Carter’s thick thighs. Carter’s legs were huge and shredded. His thigh muscles tensed in a crouch, each muscle group popped out powerfully. Carter’s calves were wide discs, veins pulsing visibly through his taught skin. Richard made a mental note to avoid being trapped between Carter’s legs at all costs.
Carter was smiling commandingly, obviously checking out Richard’s shirtless body, clad only in a purple speedo. Richard stood several inches shorter than Carter and had a boyish face that Carter surmised probably caused people to underestimate him. Richard was pale, with light brown, nearly blond thin hair across his chest and down his legs. Richard had hard, sculpted shoulders and thick arms, and his wrists and hands were corded with muscle and veins. Carter guessed, correctly, that Richard was a rock climber, with an upper body strength not to be taken lightly. Richard’s legs weren’t nearly as developed as his upper body, though Carter noticed admiringly that Richard had a notable, round, ass underneath his purple trunks.
“I’m going to take this fight,” Carter said confidently. “The only question left to answer is how do you want to go down?”
Richard’s eyes involuntarily flicked down to Carter’s powerful legs. Then Richard looked defiantly into Carter’s eyes, “Fuck you, Carter. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. If you think you can take me, beat me in a test of strength.”
Richard held his hands in front of him, palms up toward his opponent, fingers spread. Carter knew this was playing into Richard’s obvious upper body strength, but he slowly raised his palms, and interlaced his fingers with Richard’s. Carter felt Richard’s thickly calloused palms and fingers grasping his own powerfully. Simultaneously, both men flexed their shoulders, arms and wrists, applying pressure to twist each other’s hands backward in a painful wrist lock. Carter was initially surprised that the two seemed evenly matched at the moment, both mean clearly straining, but neither opponent dominating the other. Then Richard’s lips parted and a low gutteral growl came through his gritted teeth, and suddenly Carter felt his wrists being pressed backward at a painful angle. Exerting his full strength, Carter was unable to counter Richard’s powerful arms, and he fell to his knees with Richard pressing down with his upper body weight on Carter’s hyperextended palms.
Carter gasped in pain as he stared at his hands, willing his strength to turn the momentum his way. Suddenly he felt Richard’s palms begin to give, but just as Carter thought Richard’s strength was beginning to wane, Richard smiled down at him contemptuously. Richard pulled their locked hands to either side in a wide arc, and then back around, maintaining his powerful grip, now in an underhand lock. Richard lifted Carter off of his knees, bringing him to the balls of his feet with the powerful pressure hyperextending Carter’s wrists upward.
Just as Carter thought his wrists would snap, Richard again swung their arms to the sides in a wide arc, now applying pressure overhand, pressing Carter’s palms downward as Carter collapsed to his knees in the sand again. Almost immediately, Richard swung their arms to the sides once again, commanding Carter back to the balls of his feet in an underhand lock. Carter danced from foot to foot, wincing in pain and humiliated by his opponent’s complete control of him. And then yet again, with a grunt, Richard swung their arms in an arc, forcing Carter back down to his knees. Richard leaned heavily down ontop of Carter’s hands, which were painfully bent backward over top of his wrists. Richard looked down domineeringly on Carter’s sweaty, tanned body quivering under the strain of Richard’s hold. With a glimmer in his eye, Richard sensed that he could dominate Carter this way until Carter submitted or until he broke his wrists.
Just as Richard again pulled their locked hands around in a wide arc to bring his opponent back to his feet, Carter stepped toward Richard, pivoted, twisting their locked wrists and pulling their hands to Carter’s right shoulder. With their hands still locked, Carter thrust his hips backward into Richard’s pelvis. Both men bent forward, Richard extended across Carter’s broad back. Carter launched his hips upward, pulling Richard’s feet off the sand, and sending him flying upended over Carter’s shoulders. Both men released their locked hands as Richard fell awkwardly on his back in front of Carter.
Standing over Richard’s prone body, Carter planted his left foot next to Richard’s head and then drove his right knee downward onto Richard’s forehead. As Carter stood again, Richard’s hands went instinctively to his throbbing head. Carter stepped over Richard’s body, straddling Richard’s legs. Carter grabbed Richard’s right ankle and pulled it straight up in the air. Planting his left foot on Richard’s left ankle to pin it in place, Carter grasped hold of Richard’s heel with his left hand gripped Richard’s toes with his right hand, and then twisted the ankle painfully counterclockwise.
Richard screamed in pain, his hands shooting forward toward Carter’s back standing over top of him. Richard felt like his right knee was about to snap apart.
In one swift motion, Carter pushed himself backward, still holding onto Richard’s right foot. Landing on his ass, inches above Richard’s head, Carter folded Richard up tightly, with Richard’s right knee pinned against his shoulder. Holding Richard’s foot in his right hand, Carter grabbed a handful of Richard’s floppy hair in his left and lifted Richard’s head enough to slide his crotch between Richard’s head and the sand. Then Carter kicked his left leg high in the air, dropping his left heel down painfully into Richard’s lower abdomen. Flexing his powerful, tan thighs, Carter locked Richard’s head in a vice like scissors, lacing his ankles around one another and pinning Richard’s torso to the beach while continuing to stretch Richard’s right leg up and over his head. Richard was dazed by this onslaught, with pain shooting through his ankle, knee, hamstring, abdomen and head, while his crotch felt like it was about to be ripped apart in Carter’s grasp.
Carter smiled down at the top of Richard’s head, resting on Carter’s crotch, being squeezed between his upper thighs. “I appreciate your desire to teach me a lesson. I’m always willing to learn,” he said. “But I’m thinking that I may have a few lessons to teach you.”
Leaning backward, Carter applied even more pressure on Richard’s quivering right hamstring. “Your body can stretch farther than you think it can,” Carter lectured his opponent trapped beneath him. “Your hamstring right now is quivering, Richard. I’m watching it pulse and jump, all the way up to your fine ass stretched out their in front of me. But even still, it can stretch farther.” Carter pressed Richard’s leg a half inch farther downward toward the sand.
Richard moaned in pain, his voice muted by Carter’s thighs squeezing his face.
Releasing Richard’s head, Carter unlocked his ankles, maintaining his control of Richard’s right ankle. Standing, Carter unfolded Richard’s body, drawing his prone opponent’s right leg perpendicular to the beach, with Carter straddling Richard’s torso. Just as the pain in his hamstring was dulling into a throbbing numb for Richard, Carter launched himself backward, dropping to his ass again above Richard’s head and hyperextending Richard’s damaged right hamstring. Richard screamed in pain, and Carter let go of the leg, throwing it forward to crash limply next its partner. Richard’s eyes were closed, as he moaned and began to reach forward with both hands to massage his injured leg.
Gracefully, Carter hopped to his feet and ran around to stand at Richard’s feet, facing Richard’s body. Carter leaned over and picked up both of Richard’s legs, spreading them wide apart. Richard laid on his back, his eyes going wide in fear as his legs were held spread eagle in front of his opponent. Richard screamed, “No, no, no!” as Carter laughed, then while holding his opponents legs wide, Carter drove his right knee into Richard’s exposed crotch.
Richard gasped as shooting bolts of electric pain tore through his body. Richard was paralyzed, unable to inhale or exhale while pain gripped him. Carter let Richard’s legs drop to the beach, while Carter dropped to his knees between Richard’s legs. Carter lifted his own left knee over Richard’s extended right leg, straddling it, with his right knee an inch from Richard’s throbbing crotch.
“Lesson number two, Richard,” Carter said like a lecturing professor. Carter gently, firmly pressed his right knee upward, putting pressure between Richard’s legs, just beneath his throbbing balls. “Sometimes you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure,” Carter continued. “At least, not if your doing it right.”
Digging his knee upward, massaging in circles the erogenous zone between Richard’s balls and ass, Carter leaned forward on his hands and stretched himself above Richard’s upper body. Carter’s triceps popped out as he leaned his head downward to rest his lips on the center of Richard’s lightly furry chest. Sticking out his tongue, Carter traced a tickling line across Richard’s left pec. His tongue came to rest on Richard’s nipple, lapping and toying with it playfully. Suddenly hard and erect, Richard’s nipple responded involuntarily to Carter’s tongue. Carter pressed his mouth around the nipple, licking and sucking it, as Richard moaned and squirmed beneath him.
Still sucking, Carter’s eyes looked up at Richard’s face. Richard’s eyes were closed, his mouth hung open in ecstasy, and tears dripped down his temples. Carter shifted his weight to his right hand, drawing his left hand down to Richard’s crotch beneath him. Still rubbing his knee in small circles between Richard’s legs and sucking on his nipple, Carter grabbed the front of Richard’s purple trunks until he had a firm grasp on Richard’s cock and balls beneath the straining purple fabric. Richard moaned in pain, his cock still throbbing from the earlier abuse. Carter massaged with his left hand, his tongue licked Richard’s nipple, and his knee massaged beneath Richard’s balls, as Richard came erect in Carter’s grasp. Pre-cum was beginning to soak through Richard’s purple speedo, as he moaned and his eyes fluttered. Richard’s neck arched backward as his fingers dug into the sand.
Carter lifted his head, still massaging Richard’s aching and ecstatic crotch. “Richard?” Carter asked quietly.
Richard moaned deep in his throat.
“Richard,” Carter said more commandingly.
Richard whispered, breathless, “What?”
“Do you submit to me, Richard?” Carter asked.
When Richard didn’t answer, Carter massaged his cock and balls harder. Richard moaned at the intensifying pain and pleasure.
“Do you submit, Richard?” Carter demanded, suddenly squeezing Richard’s balls in a tight, painful grip.
Richard’s head sprung up as he looked into Carter’s face hovering above his chest. His cock aching painfully, longing for the return of pleasure, Richard said, “Yes, yes, yes… I submit to you.”
Carter began to massage again more gently. Richard’s phallus was fully erect now, the head poking out above the top of his trunks.
Forcefully, Carter commanded, “Say, ‘I submit, Mr. Evans, sir.”
Richard’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, his mouth hung open, as his tongue licked his dry lips.
“Say it,” Carter commanded, again squeezing Richard’s cock and balls.
Richard’s neck arched backward again, and he groaned, “I submit, Mr. Evans….. sir!”
“Good boy,” Carter smiled, as he brought his left hand up and tossled Richard’s hair. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Carter climbed off of his defeated opponent. Standing over top of Richard, looking down on the body stretched on the sand beneath him, Carter rubbed his own left nipple with his right hand, adjusting his stiffening cock with his left hand.
2 thoughts on “Producer’s Ring: Evans vs. Engel”
I love this series, and I have to admit I’ve fantasized wrestling and wrecking Richard. He always seemed made for a good heel beatdown.
Engel should have pounded him into the sand with no problem…