Bodybuilder Battle with Trunks on the Line
Bodybuilding is a sport, it has a season: regionals in spring, nationals in summer; fall is for resting and recuperating previous to bulking up in winter to start another time. Tyrell apparently missed that memo: it's December and he's jacked! Chiseled slabs tense and ripple in high relief as this chab flexes in a self-indulgent display that will thrill muscle marks and even entrances the cameraman, who can't tear himself away as The Arena door opens and Tyrell's opponent enters. "A posing session? I thought this was wrestling." It's a case of role reversal: fan much loved Braden's used to being the eye candy in the ring. He hasn't amassed the most good record since this chab joined BGE, but knowing that it's his impressive face and pumped bod that puts butts in the proverbial seats even when he's taking a huge beating has been an addicting ego-boost that keeps him coming back for greater amount. Barefoot and bulging in a barely-there blue bikini, it's obvious this guy intended to outshine his opponent in the way that matters almost any to so many, but Tyrell's physique intimidates.
Taking sly advantage, Tyrell challenges the hunk to an arm wrestling match. Braden's bicep bulges; Tyrell's veins pop. Big guns lock in what appears to be to be an even match. Braden's gorilla crammed multiple opponents in his career as proof of his force, but he's in over his head, literally: Tyrell is four inches taller and won't be denied. Humbled, already hurting, Braden blows it off . And when increasingly cheeky Tyrell raises the stakes, challenging him to a ring match with the caveat, "If I win, I take your trunks," Braden's not about to fall for what's obviously a set up designed to leave him bruised, broken and bare-assed to boot. He turns to leave, not caring if rejecting a direct defiance costs him a paycheck or even his BGE career. But Tyrell has plans of his own: a soaring axe-handle to the back brings Braden's attempted exit to an abrupt end. And when Tyrell tosses him in the ring and lays into him with boot after boot, Braden's in for the fight of his life with his pride on the line.
Quivering and crawling, Braden's barefoot vulnerability emphasizes why he's a target for an onslaught of hard-asses and wannabe heels of each stripe, size and shape. "Get up!" Tyrell barks, hungry to dish out greater amount. His one time unblemished back already red with welts from the coarse rubber of Tyrell's boots, Braden doesn't dare disobey. A back bashing on the turnbuckles and a slingshot across the ring for a double-handed sledghammer to the chest are undeniably debilitating. Tyrell happily takes advantage, deliberately muscling Braden around the ring and targeting his large chest with iterated claws. But when Tyrell receives bawdy, suddenly slapping a heavy-handed clawhold on Braden's balls, it backfires large time. Braden retaliates with a low blow of his own that has the over-confident heel writhing on the mat! Scoop slams are always effective, but Tyrell's bruised orbs bumping Braden's biceps amplify the impact. A punishment rack adds to the back humiliate, and Tyrell's emphatic "I quit!" pushes Braden into uncommon aggression as this guy takes Tyrell's trunks, leaving the larger fellow almost bare in a yellow strap. "Looks like you're going to owe me one more couple," Braden promises, his pride restored in advance of dishing out a retaliatory series of stomps. As Tyrell grovels on the mat after one of Braden's patented bearhugs, his bronzed glutes solid and round, his barely-contained basket enormous and swaying betwixt his brawny haunches, it's not quite possible to forget that he's the chap who set the entire match in motion with that lengthy agone attack from behind. Another bearhug and it's gut check time: Tyrell not quite fades, but a hard knee to the balls is a game changer. And when Tyrell retaliates with running banzai drops, jumping and landing on that large chest butt-first until Braden groans "Oh God! " in ragged gasps, his game plan is back on track. A crucifix torturer leaves Braden drained and flaccid. Tyrell claims his prize, pawing at Braden's posers during the time that this guy screams, "No, no, no!" Braden's stripped adventures outside of BGE are well documented, but they've always been on his terms. Being forcibly rip 'n exposed head-to-toe undressed is different matter, especially when Tyrell sheds his own trunks to pose exposed save over Braden's face. But Tyrell's not done yet. He's figured out Heel Rule Number One: If u crave to be a BGE star, there's no faster way to the top than humiliating a fan favourite! And Braden's exposed body is his ticket. Swinging full nelsons, bodyblows, ab stretches and claws end in an extended KO. Braden will not ever be the same.
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