(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Damion abruptly stopped the assault on Liam's upper body and stood up. Staring down at the all but beaten champion, Damion allowed an evil grin cross his face as he watched Liam turn over to his side and cough up and spit out blood. "Why... don't you.... just... end... it?" Liam sputtered as he heaved for air while writhing in pain. Damion answered with a knee to Liam's back that sent Liam sprawling chest first in the dirt. Liam then felt Damion on top of his lower back. Slowly and deliberately, Damion pulled Liam's arms back and up. Liam would offer fierce resistance if he could, but he was so beaten and sore that he could offer none. Liam felt his sore pecs stretched as Damion started to put Liam into a camel clutch. As soon as Damion sat down onto Liam's lower back, the intense pain shot up and down Liam's spine. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh.............." Liam's blood curdling scream of pain that he would have used to submit and end the fight was stuffed short as Liam gouged his fingers into Liam's mouth. With all of his might, Damion pulled back on Liam's upper mouth. The fishhook combined with the camel clutch created more pain than Liam had ever felt in a fight. Damion leaned far back with his whole body flexing and straining as he pulled on Liam's palette while simultaneously pushing down on Liam's lower back. With Damion's four fingers gagging Liam's he could not speak or utter his submission. He could only feel his body being torn asunder from the force of Damion's abuse.  While this was taking place, Scrap was booming with videos, memes, images, and messages. The fans ate up everything Damion, The Drifter, was doing to the former Oregon Champion. Girls and guys alike were worshiping the blond beast of a man who could dismantle any fighter. Many wanted to feel Damion's rock hard muscles themselves. Others pined over the ability to engage in muscle worship or sex with the Drifter. There were many offers pouring into the site for Damion to dominate, work over, get massaged, get pleasured, etc. from fans. On the flip side was the complete ridicule and merciless taunting of Liam. The crowd was cruel and ruthless in their spite at the former champion. Liam's destruction online was faster and more complete than anything that had happened in the clearing with Damion.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Dustin landed with a thud and was face down on the mat. Wyatt straddled him by thrusting his groin down into Dustin's lower back. Wyatt the proceeded to wrap his right arm around Dustin's neck and lock in a tight sleeper hold. He rolled Dustin over and used his legs to force Dustin's legs to open wide and stretch his groin. Dustin whimpered and grunted as he legs were forced down and his crotch was stretched wide. Dustin arched his back and tried to pry one of Wyatt's arms free with his left hand. With his right hand, Dustin clenched his fist and fought to stay awake and not tap. Wyatt moved his head to slightly to the side and looked at Dustin. Wyatt whispered into Dustin's ear, "You and I both know this fight is over. I am taking your place as beta. I will be challenging Ethan for Alpha and I will be the new alpha. Don't fight this. Tap before I put you under." Dustin grunted, "Fuck...you! As long as I breathe, I fight." Wyatt clamped further down on the hold and used his hips to force Dustin's legs even wider. Wyatt's erect cock was smashed into the lower back of Dustin. Dustin could feel its hard shaft against his skin. He also felt the ripped abs of Wyatt on his back. Dustin's cock grew hard again as he struggled against Wyatt.  Dustin continued, "You're going to have to knock me out to claim my title. I never tap." Wyatt grinned while he whispered back to Dustin, "If that's the way you want it then I will show everyone how much I can dominate and humiliate you. Best part about it is I know you will love every fucking second of me owning you before I end you. Then, once I knock you out, I will take you to a private place and make you my bottom bitch. All of your muscles will belong to me and I will fuck your tight ass so well you will be begging me for more. I will empty myself into you as many times as I please and there is nothing you can do about it. Last chance to tap." "Fuaaccckkkkk........" Dustin's answer got lost in the gurgling of being choked by Wyatt as Wyatt locked the hold even tighter. 

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Damion had slowly lifted Liam up to his own face. Liam was in so much pain, he couldn't care how Damion finished him off. Anything would be better than what he was feeling right now. His pride, his honor, his reputation, his worth as a fighter had all been obliterated by this drifter who had him at his mercy. Liam felt himself being raised and then it hit - the excruciating pain as his ribs and back were compressed inwards. Damion just smiled and chuckled to himself as he locked his wrists together at the small of Liam's back. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! PPLL.....EEAAASSSEEE!!!!!! SSTAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Liam howled for this life as he felt the immense muscles of Damion press him in closer to Damion. Damion had Liam high enough for Liam's abs to be crushed by the pressure of Damion's pecs flexing and dominating in this bearhug. So tight was the bearhug that Liam's cock was smashed up against Damion's abs. So hard and cut were Damion's abs that they were almost like a pair of hands crushing Liam's cock flat. Liam struggled to try and relieve any of the pain he was in, but Damion had the hold so tight, Liam could not move. Liam felt his ribs caving under the pressure of Damion's arms. Liam's lower back felt like it was about to pop. The pain had become so great that Liam smiled as he felt the tingling in his arms and legs. Before long, Liam could no longer feel his arms as they collapsed beside him. He also could not feel his legs as his legs stopped struggling and hung as dead weight just above the ground. Liam struggled to stay cognizant of his surroundings, but soon even that did not matter. Liam welcomed the coming darkness of unconsciousness. Soon, Liam's head fell backwards as the rest of his body went limp.  The cameras in the forest were in a frenzy as they snapped every picture they could of the final struggle. Then as the fight left Liam, pictures focused in on the limp body of the former champ, lifeless and hanging in the drifter's arms. For a brief moment, fans realized there was a person being destroyed as small segments asked the live watchers if Liam was just unconscious. The fans in the forest were busy cheering on their new champion, the Drifter, Damion; however, it slowly gave way to a collective concern over the status of their former champion. it had finally dawned on the ones in the forest that they had just witnessed a merciless beating and while they cheered on their new champion, they also grew concerned over the wellbeing of Liam. Cautiously, they watched Damion silently hoping for an answer to their unstated question.

(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) Shawn let Marc's hands drop from around his face and fall to the mat. He let his elbow then dig into Marc's pecs as he grinned and slowly got him self up to his knees. Marc groaned in pain as Shawn's elbow pressed into his very tender pecs. Shawn then rolled Marc over to his stomach and sat on the small of Marc's back. Marc was in too much pain to resist. Shawn then leaned forward and grabbed Marc by the air and pulled him back enough to be able to grab his jawline. Marc's back radiated pain as it was bent backwards while Shawn was sitting on top of him. Marc groaned in agony as the back started to bend. Before Marc could support himself with his hands, Shawn locked Marc's arms next to his body with a body scissors. Shawn squeezed tightly using his legs as vise grips to crush the sides of Marc. Marc's groans turned to cries of pain as the back and sides were being assaulted. "The pain has only begun, asshole. You refused to admit I owned your ass, so now I will make it so unbearable you will be begging me to release you. You will wish you submitted earlier." Shawn continued to pull on the jawline of Marc increasing the pressure on his back. Marc tried his best not to cry out more, but could not contain his pain. "Yes! Cry you little bastard! Cry like the cub you are!" Shawn smile widely as he bent Marc back slowly and methodically. He knew the pain would rise and fall as the positions held and changed. He chuckled as Marc cried out in agony. "We're just getting started..." Shawn had Marc all the way back to his chest. Shawn looked down at Marc and smiled, "Enjoy your demise..." Shawn used his left arm to force Marc under his armpit and locked in a modified dragon sleeper cranking Marc's neck back on top of the back. Marc was smothered in Shawn's hairy pit. His nose and mouth were directly in the center as Shawn's bicep flexed and pushed on the side of Marc's head. Subjected to the mixed smell of sweat, testosterone, and natural odor, Marc started to gag. Shawn's pit hair was dripping sweat into his nose and mouth. The body heat from a long match radiated over his head. Shawn's sweat the side of his pecs rubbed onto Marc's face. After locking in the modified dragon sleeper, Shawn now locked down everything in the hold. The body scissors crushed Marc's sides of his torso and arms. The sleeper pulled his back far beyond normal means and Marc's neck was cranked far back. Pain soared through Marc's body. His cries of agony became screams of sheer pain that were muffled by the smothering pit. Shawn Sat back and flexed his right bicep smiling smugly with his eyes closed as he tortured Marc. "FFFUUAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I SUBMIT!" Marc finally cried out in agony and pain while being smothered by Shawn's pit. Shawn looked down and demanded, "Say it!" "FUCK! SHAWN. YOU. OWN. ME! FFUUUUAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!"

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Ethan felt the pain increasing in his back as Wyatt pushed on his neck and leg. Having to blink a couple of times to focus Ethan used his left hand to punch into Wyatt's side. Thankfully for Ethan, the soreness of the bear hug and damage to his obliques was still sore from earlier. As Ethan landed a few more punches, he felt the grip of Wyatt lessen. Eventually, Wyatt was forced to let go freeing Ethan. Ethan scrambled and clinched up with Wyatt as they two tried to get in position for a hold to take the other down.

Wyatt had felt the first sting of the punch and grit his teeth to endure and continue his pressure on Ethan. Eventually, the punches were hitting the sore bruised muscle that Ethan had dug into previously in the match and Wyatt could no longer ignore the pain. He had to give Ethan credit for the way he recalled every previous hold and the area he damaged so if he needed to he could go back to them. As Wyatt let Ethan go he quickly went back into brawler mode ready to deliver justice with his fists; however, Ethan anticipated that and went straight into grapple mode. Wyatt quickly went looking for any small weakness in Ethan's form that he could capitalize on. Unfortunately for Wyatt, Ethan was able to score a double-leg takedown by lifting Wyatt and driving him into the mat. Wyatt put himself in a guard, but Ethan worked through that guard by lifting Wyatt up partially and slamming him into the mat. Wyatt's back was on fire from the takedown and the slam. Ethan knew and Wyatt knew Ethan knew it because Ethan was quickly getting the Canadian into a suspended surfboard. Wyatt felt himself lifted off the mat and then pulled back by the chin. Ethan was giving the crowd what he knew they wanted: a display of power and the body of one of the fighters on display glistening with sweat in the lights. While it had been Ethan, Ethan was more than happy to return the favor now on Wyatt. 

Wyatt could feel the fire in his lower back. As Ethan pulled Wyatt further towards his chest, Wyatt could see that grin creep across Ethan's face. Wyatt didn't panic because he knew Ethan left him an opening and one he would gladly take.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) "My turn to work the abs," Ethan wryly snickered as he completed getting Wyatt into the hold he wanted. Ethan had managed to match Wyatt power for power to lock in a hammer lock on Wyatt's left arm while wrapping his strong legs under Wyatt's pecs with his left leg while wrapping his right leg over and around Wyatt's neck. As Ethan locked his ankles together, his right leg put pressure on Wyatt's neck twisting Wyatt's body opening Wyatt's side abdominal wall to Ethan's free arm. It was Wyatt's turn to grunt and groan as Ethan locked down the hold. Ethan was extremely thankful to his best friend Michael and the rather painful lessons he had taught a while back. With Michael's help, Ethan had dramatically improved his mat game which not only helped here, but made Ethan even more dominant in his MMA career.  Wyatt felt the sting of Ethan's punches as Ethan started to attack the side of his abs. At first, the sting was all it was. "That all you've got, punk?! My great granny punches harder than that!" Wyatt taunted trying to get under Ethan's skin and force an error in judgment from The Alpha. Ethan responded by driving his elbow into Wyatt's side and digging down. Wyatt could feel his external obliques start to strain as the extremely bony elbow of Ethan bore deep into the muscle tissue. Wyatt gritted his teeth to ensure Ethan would not get the pleasure of hearing him call out in pain. After a few moments of the elbow, Ethan returned to punching with his left fist. While Ethan's dominant hand was the right, the power of his left was not that far behind. Soon Wyatt could feel the side of his abs softening up as Ethan was able to penetrate deeper and deeper with each punch. As Ethan worked the abs, he also used his legs to twist Wyatt even more. Wyatt tried feverishly to free the arm in the hammerlock, but it was wedged tightly between Ethan's right arm and pecs. Wyatt could feel the fibers in Ethan's pecs tense as he resisted Wyatt's attempts to wiggle his arm free. To stop Wyatt from any more attempts, Ethan attacked the large open pec that was defenseless. "Ahhh!!!" Wyatt sputtered out as Ethan dug deep into the pec. Wyatt could again feel Ethan dig and work his pectoral muscle fibers. With Ethan pressing against his neck and the hand digging into his pec, Wyatt felt his first sense of alarm. Ethan was powerful enough that if he kept Wyatt here, he could really break down some of Wyatt's defenses quickly. Wyatt knew he had to find a way out soon.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Ethan expected Wyatt to be a brawler and have power behind his punches. He expected a level of grappling skill that was above most everyone else in the gym based on the fights Ethan found from Canada. When Wyatt fought Dustin, it was power that Wyatt used, not finesse. Ethan figured Wyatt had finesse and could switch skill sets and switched them often. This was to be expected of a champion-level fighter. However, it was the swiftness by which Wyatt changed from one to another that caught Ethan off guard. With a few elbows into Ethan's chest with his left arm, Wyatt stunned Ethan enough to quickly move and catch the Alpha in a headscissors. Ethan immediately felt the pressure and power of Wyatt's quads as Wyatt's left quad constricted around Ethan's neck. Wyatt was even skilled enough to trap Ethan's left hand under his legs so Ethan only had his right arm to retaliate with. Ethen arched up to get ready to flip over himself to wrench himself free. As soon as Ethan arched, he felt a deep impact directly into his lower abs. Wyatt began using his left fist to batter the Alpha's abs. "You're not going anywhere until I force you," Wyatt smirked as Ethan collapsed back down to the mat. The power behind Wyatt's punch was incredible. Ethan felt his abs hold strong, but each punch was deep and hard. Ethan knew he had to flip quickly as soon as he could or Wyatt could weaken his core very early in this fight. Wyatt had seen how rock-hard and ripped Ethan's core was. He expected rock-hard abs that were strong and durable. Ethan's abs did not disappoint. Wyatt had to use all of his power to get a deep follow-through into Ethan's abs. Wyatt decided to change to an ab claw in the lower region to try and work on the nerve cluster that was there. With his left hand firmly into the abs of Ethan, he could feel the taunt muscle fiber flex and resist every attack. Ethan had a great set of abs, Wyatt would readily admit. "Too bad they belonged to a punk-ass breeder," Wyatt thought to himself. The more he thought about Ethan the harder he tried to dig into Ethan's abs. Ethan could feel Wyatt's fingers try to claw through his muscle tissue. Ethan flexed as hard as he could. Wyatt punched as hard as he could again to slowly break down Ethan and to prevent him from flipping. While focusing on the abs, Wyatt also made sure he used his own core to help his quads crush Ethan's neck. Wyatt continued to think to himself, "This punk is not getting out anytime soon..."

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Immediately after the suplex, Dustin continued his assault on Wyatt. Dustin chose not to go for the head and quick knockout because he needed to send a message about dominance; about pain; about control. He wanted Ethan to see all the ways he could dominate and make a strong and powerful opponent like Wyatt hurt before forcing him to submit. It was practically an unwritten rule of the gym: exert your dominance and force the other to submit to your will. After some forearms and elbows to the massive pecs of Wyatt, Dustin knew he had the big Canadian staggered. He maneuvered himself in position for one of his signature humiliation moves: the spladle. He forced Wyatt to be rolled up and stuck by trapping Wyatt's arms under his own legs. Dustin then used his right arm and left leg to stretch Wyatt's legs out to make the spladle not only truly roll Wyatt upon himself, but also painful as Dustin split Wyatt's legs apart as he pressed down. 

"AAAHHHhhhhnnnngggghhhhhh!"grunted Wyatt as Dustin locked in the spladle. Wyatt was thankful he was flexible, but even this was taking his flexibility to the extremes. Wyatt's neck was compressed into his chest as well as pressed into Dustin's groin. Wyatt could feel the incredible hard cock of Dustin pressed into the back of his neck. Wyatt could tell this move aroused Dustin extremely hard. Wyatt's right shoulder pressed against Dustin's right pectoral. Wyatt could feel that Dustin had it flexed and tense in a display of strength. Wyatt tried to move his body in any way he could, but he could not find a single limb that could help him break the hold. He was trapped and he was embarrassed that he allowed Dustin to get him into this predicament. 

Dustin, on the other hand, was all smiles as he admired his handiwork. He looked down at Wyatt and taunted the Canadian, "Reality Check, Canadian Bacon. If I wanted to, I could knock you out right now with my free left hand."

"Then do it."

"Nah! I want to make you admit that you got in over your head. I want to make you submit to the soon to be alpha. Hearing you say the words, 'I submit' will be such a sweet sound."

"That'll never happen."

"I will break you until it does..."

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) The two fighters drew closer to each other ready to bring this fight to its climax and dominate the other. Ethan could see that Wyatt wanted a standup fight and was more than happy to use his speed and agility to wear down the Canadian this way. The exchange of punches began with Wyatt throwing a Right hook at Ethan's head. Ethan deflected the shot with his arm and tried to counter with a hook to Wyatt's side. The stand-up flurry of punches was just as intense as the grappling and the fans were in awe of the two. Both were in their element. Ethan felt himself getting into a rhythm. He was certain that he would be able to ride this out and punish Wyatt for this strategy. Wyatt, on the other hand, waited and watched Ethan get into a rhythm. He was anticipating it because Ethan grew predictable depending on what rhythm he had gotten into. It was nuanced and only a true master student would catch the pattern of the rhythm. Wyatt spent countless hours studying every fight Ethan fought. Through watching Ethan so many times, Wyatt found 5 different rhythms Ethan settles into depending on what strategy he is deploying. Wyatt saw that Ethan was going to wait him out and wear him down based on the rhythm Ethan was in. This made all of Ethan's moves extremely predictable. Wyatt had a hard time not telegraphing his awareness of everything was doing because he was waiting to that one perfect moment. Then when it came... "BAM!!!!!!!!" The sound of fist hitting bone echoed and reverberated throughout the warehouse. Everyone watching reacted with an audible gasp as it played out. The violence was intense. The brutality could be felt in every jaw of every fighter who watched. Wyatt's plan unhatched perfectly. With a left cross, Wyatt squarely caught Ethan in the jaw and sent The Alpha's head snapping back quickly followed by the body. Wyatt had caught Ethan by surprise by knowing the perfect point for him to switch to his southpaw stance and use his left which he reserves for only special occasions. This, this was the perfect occasion. Wyatt watched as Ethan's body tumbled backward to the mat. Ethan landed with a thud as his body bounced slightly. Wyatt stood over Ethan to see if The Alpha was knocked out. It was highly possible since Wyatt chose a point in Ethan's rhythm where he moved forward to dig in an uppercut to the stomach so Wyatt caught a full-speed Ethan moving into his fist as his fist moved at full speed towards Ethan. To Wyatt's surprise and delight, Ethan was not out, but definitely dazed. "Time to make you scream in pain," Wyatt plainly stated as he mounted Ethan and started to assault Ethan's vaunted abs. 

(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) "AAAAHHHHHHRRRRGGGGUUUHHhhhh......!" came the howl of pain that quickly turned into a muffled moan as Damion forced William into a camel clutch that bent William back far more than anyone typically had scene while at the same time muffling the cowboy with a dragon sleeper that put William's face directly into Damion armpit. Cameras snapped as the cowboy's neck was tightly stretched showing off the muscle of that the cowboy had as well as his adam's apple that moved up and down as he gasped for air. Damion squatted low and compressed himself together in order to increase the pressure on the cowboy and lock in both holds. William could feel the powerful hard pecs of Damion press against his shoulder blade and triceps. Damion could feel William's left triceps flex as he tried to find a way out of this hold. Sweat glistened off William's neck, shoulders, and pecs as they were stretched and forcefully put on display by his opponent. William's abs stretched and strained as the worked to help support William and bring in as much air as they could.  Damion smiled as he finished locking in both holds on the cowboy. He felt William squirm under his armpit and reveled in the indignity of the hold. "Tap," Damion taunted to William. William said something in a muffled sound but no one, not even Damion could really hear him. No tap came. William was thankfully surprised at how dry Damion was even under his arms. His foe hadn't really broken out in a sweat. While William was thankful at this particular moment, it also pissed him off because it meant that Damion was even exerting himself that much. It meant that Damion was dominating and humiliating him while at the same time taking it easy. That realization almost made William tap to end the fight. However, he was the champion. For 10 years he had seen challengers come and go. While he had lost some fights, he had always come back to claim what was his. He would not let some wanderer take his title away. He would not tap, he would force Damion to knock him out. 

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Wyatt felt Ethan's back give a little more under his weight and pressure. Wyatt knew Ethan was hurting but refused to give him any more than a groan when Wyatt repositioned himself or sat deeper into Ethan's back. With Ethan's back a tad softer, Wyatt decided it was time to soften the front of Ethan as well. By turning his torso and timing it just right, Wyatt was able to drop Ethan's legs to the mat and stay on Ethan grabbing him by the neck. From there, it was sheer strength combined with power to force Ethan up into a sitting position where Wyatt then forced Ethan's head back into a dragon sleeper. Wyatt chose to put Ethan's face square into his armpit instead of locking it in at the neck. He knew this show of force would mark a strong display of dominance that, with the dragon sleeper focused on Ethan's face, would add a high degree of humiliation to The Alpha at this juncture of the fight.  Ethan tried his best to resist and fight back against Wyatt as Wyatt powered him into the crab and now Wyatt was forcing him back into a dragon sleeper. Unfortunately, Ethan could not beat Wyatt's power and strength. As Ethan saw the underarm of Wyatt he knew immediately what he was in for. Ethan loved doing this to his opponent and Ethan figured it wasn't too awful since he shaved all his hair off except for his head, beard, and pubic hair which he kept trimmed. However, like his twin, Wyatt did not shave his underarm. As Ethan's head got closer he saw the ginger hair dripping with sweat and could start to smell the mixture of blood, sweat, testosterone, and pheromones combined together in that athletic musk of alpha manhood. As Wyatt clamped down on Ethan's head, Ethan jolted as the sweat and hairs smeared over his face. Wyatt had a lot of hair under his arm, even more than Ethan's twin brother. The heat of the underarm was intense as was the sweat. Ethan was thankful for small favors as Wyatt was highly hygienic and as such the musk was not the revolting smell that happened when dried sweat which bred bacteria combined with all the other things to create a vomit-inducing stench. Ethan was trying to think of a way out when suddenly he felt a deep pain bore into his abs. This was quickly followed by another. Ethan flexed as hard as he could as he knew Wyatt's strength and the punches that he felt here were deep and hard. Ethan could feel his abdominal walls stressing under the assault. He willed them to stay hard but could feel them start to soften. He then felt the punches pierce deeply into his pectoral muscles. He felt the muscle in his pecs begins to soften under the relentless assault of Wyatt. Ethan was helpless as his face was stuck under Wyatt's pit leaving his upper body completely vulnerable to assault. After a few more punches made their deep mark, Ethan felt his left pectoral muscle begin to be torn apart as Wyatt dug in a massive pectoral claw. Ethan arched his head which unfortunately for Ethan put it deeper into Wyatt's pit as Wyatt's claw dug deep into his muscle tearing it at the fibers. Ethan gripped Wyatt's hand with both of his and tried to pull the massive hand off of his pec. Ethan also started kicking on the mat as he dealt with the pain. Wyatt grinned. He reveled in the pain he unleashed. In his mind, this pain was nothing compared to the pain Ethan had caused before. With a flash of the memory popping back in Wyatt's mind, Wyatt swore Ethan would know even worse pain than now before he was through with him.

( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) Taking advantage of the pain that Marc was in from the shot to the nuts plus Marc's inexperience with wrestling, Shawn was to get Marc face down on the mat. From there, Shawn was able to wrap one arm around Marc's neck and use his other to hook Marc's left arm while he lock in the choke hold. From there it was a simple roll to get Marc on top of himself so he could pull down into Marc's neck. Shawn was swift enough in his roll, that he was able to trap Marc's right arm with the fold of his knee. Marc grunted as he was pulled into the choke. Marc's eyes darted towards Shawn. Shawn looked down at Marc with a grin, "Comfy, bruah? Hope not. Now lets soften these abs of yours up." With the heel of his left foot, Shawn started pounding down and into Marc's rock hard abs. Marc started to flinch after the first 5 kicks. Shawn saw the flinching and grinned. His heel was starting to wear down the big guy's abs. After around 10 more kicks to the abs with his heel, Shawn then hooked his left ankle over his right ankle and locked in a complete body scissors. He pulled down with his left leg to tighten the hold around Marc's abs. He squeezed with his thighs. He could feel the hard muscular body of Marc compress under the strain.  Marc tried to fight the choke by trying to free his left arm so he could punch his way out. Shawn; however, had hooked his arm right at the joint between Marc's pec and shoulder so Marc could not move his arm. Marc then tried to punch Marc's head without the full range of motion of his arm. Shawn negated that by tightening the choke hold which pressed down on Marc's arm making it immobile. Marc grunted in frustration. Marc felt the pressure in his midsection, but he had no idea how to get out. He tried rolling over with the help of his legs, but Shawn's knees prevented that from happening. "That's it. Struggle all you want. You may as well as give up because there is no way in hell you are getting out of this hold until I decide to change it," Shawn gloated. "Prepare for a slow, painful, and humiliating loss...."

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Immediately after Wyatt responded to the taunt by Ethan, he used his free leg to push off the mat and kick Ethan in the head landing a clean shot to Ethan's jaw. Ethan's head was torqued violently to the side as Wyatt's foot connected with the jawbone. As soon as Wyatt was free he was upon the fallen Ethan violently punching Ethan's pecs and abs. Wyatt thought he could probably punch Ethan out cold at this moment so he moved to the head. Much to Wyatt's disbelief, Ethan had already recovered and was blocking his punches and directing Wyatt to his pecs and abs. Aggravated by the recovery time of Ethan, Wyatt delivered a single punch deep into Ethan's solar plexus causing Ethan to spasm and cough as he tried to catch his breath. It was then Wyatt decided to put Ethan into another submission hold.  Wyatt took a hold of Ethan's calves and hoisted them up into the air and under his armpits. Ethan struggled against Wyatt's power. Wyatt rolled Ethan up onto his shoulders and was getting ready to turn Ethan over to his stomach. Ethan sprawled his hands out and tried desperately to grab onto Wyatt's ankles to pull on them. Wyatt instead squared himself and flexed his chest to squeeze Ethan's legs and lift Ethan up more onto his neck. Wyatt looked down towards Ethan and got to see Ethan's ripped abs and powerful pecs flex and tense as Ethan struggled to free himself. Had Wyatt not known Ethan prior to now; had he not completely despised Ethan, he would actually compliment the stud for his body's build and condition. Ethan had a nice athletic body full of power. The ripped strongly defined bodies like that of Ethan, Dustin, and that new fighter he saw the night he banged Dustin in the locker room were the types of guys Wyatt liked being with. However, Wyatt knew Ethan was as straight as they came. He also could not forgive what Ethan had done so Ethan was going to be dominated, humiliated, and made to suffer. With his strength overpowering Ethan, Wyatt forced Ethan onto his stomach and sat back into a deep boston crab. He heard the soft groan come from Ethan as he positioned himself right over Ethan's back. Wyatt grinned. Now he was going to break Ethan down and start to dismantle him before he bloodied his face with his fists.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) With Dustin out cold via sleeper and laying on his back on the mat, Wyatt felt he needed to only do one more thing to send the right message to the rest of the gym that the new beta had taken over. Wyatt straddled Dustin and knelt over him in a schoolboy pin. He then raised up on his knees and flexed both of his biceps as hard as he could. His entire body was flexed and taunt. He wanted to make sure everyone watching, including Ethan, saw his shredded body and power was he signaled his victory over the fallen former beta. He looked down at Dustin with a grin. He was going to enjoy tonight. He came into this night only thinking about a single fight as a stepping stone to the bigger fight he really wanted. He wanted to kick Ethan's ass. More than that, he wanted to annihilate Ethan; dominate Ethan; humiliate Ethan; force Ethan to submit to his power; force Ethan to debase himself by having to clean and worship his sweaty muscles after he trounced him into the mat. To become the new alpha was only an added bonus to Wyatt. Being The Alpha was solely secondary to making Ethan pay and pay Ethan would. However, during the fight, Wyatt found something else to fight for. Dustin had come out and expressly asked if Wyatt had gotten hard from their initial struggle. From there he proceeded to claim that if he won, he would fuck Wyatt in the ass. Wyatt had been shocked by the brazenness of Dustin, but at the same time, he couldn't fault the plan. Little did Dustin know that it added fuel to Wyatt's drive because Wyatt was always top unless he allowed someone he loved to be top. Even with the ladies, Wyatt was always top unless it was that special lady who he allowed to ride him. Dustin proclaiming that he was going to mount Wyatt after he won drove Wyatt nuts. He wanted to mount Dustin only to initially teach Dustin a hard lesson. But as the fight wore on and the more they touched, Wyatt moved from doing it out of spite to wanting to actually do it for a good time. If a relationship started, Wyatt was cool with that, but again tonight would remind Dustin that the alpha in the relationship was Wyatt and Wyatt would decide if Dustin got his ass or not.  Some commotion from the locker room area brought Wyatt back to the here and now. He looked down at Dustin and saw the ripped cut shredded body of his fallen doe under him. His cock was aching for some action as it enlarged and hardened again. Wyatt could see that Dustin was just on the verge of coming to consciousness as Wyatt saw his eyes flutter open. He could tell Dustin was still very much out of it because Dustin's eyes rolled back to the top of his head. Wyatt flexed both of his biceps again and grinned, "Now let's take you to my place so I can fill you up with the essence of Alpha Canadian Man, my little American bitch." 

(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) After Shawn did the last pec claw, he knew Marc's pec was raw and tender, yet Marc was too stubborn and too proud to admit defeat. Shawn knew he could easily knock Marc out now and end the fight, but he wanted the submission. He needed the submission. He needed to make such a statement, that there would be no doubt that he belonged here fighting for his chance at revenge against Cody. He wanted to show Cody what was in store for him once he got his hands on him. Marc simply was a means to send that message to Cody. Marc was hurting badly, but his hatred for Shawn's attitude and style just would allow him to do the sensible thing and submit. Part of him hoped he could outlast Shawn's attempts at submitting him so he could make a dramatic comeback to win. Marc figured Shawn would eventually tire or get frustrated, make a mistake, and then he would strike. Until then, he just had to endure the pain. So through clenched teeth and cries of agony, Marc endured hoping Shawn would get frustrated by his endurance.  Marc felt his legs release and they collapsed down to the mat. Before he could move, a punch landed right into his abs. Marc's abs were getting soft and tender like his pecs. Every punch radiated through his body. He bowled over again to protect his abs. Shawn then rolled him over to his stomach. Marc gave a small indistinguishable sigh of relief that his abs would have time to recover. He found out how wrong his sigh was soon after. Shawn grabbed Marc's legs for a boston crab. Instead of positioning his body over the small of Marc's back, Shawn pulled Marc torso up and back far enough for Shawn to sit on Marc's head. Marc's abs were stretched tight and began to burn. His back also ignited in fire as he was bent far past his normal flexible range. "What the fuck?!" Marc cried out as he positioned his hands to try and lift Shawn off of him. Shawn ignored Marc and pulled back until Mar's feet touched the ground in front of his head. Shawn leaned back and smiled wide with enjoyment as he sat on Marc's head and pretty much let his full weight put pressure on the side of Marc's face. "Admit I own your sorry ass!" Shawn demanded again. "Things will only get worse from here!"

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))

The only idea Ethan had to get out of this hold was to dig and twist his chin down against the pressure of Wyatt's hand. His only hope was to create enough friction to loosen Wyatt's grip and then he could finagle his way free. Wyatt felt Ethan's jawbone start to rub against his hands as Ethan shook his head back and forth while pushing down against Wyatt's pull. The stubble in Ethan's beard created the uneasy scratching against Wyatt's fingers. Wyatt tried to increase the pressure and prevent Ethan's head from turning, but Ethan was persistent. Eventually, Wyatt was forced to let go and Ethan moved quickly to break out of the hold and get to his feet. Wyatt was fast to his feet as well. The two circled a little before Ethan shot for a single leg takedown only to not grab Wyatt's leg like Wyatt had anticipated, but instead tripped Wyatt backwards sending him to the mat on his back. Ethan was on Wyatt as Wyatt was falling. Ethan went for a north south position on Wyatt's head to try and get a choke hold locked in on the larger fighter. Wyatt resisted and was able to scramble out of the situation, but Ethan was fast and inventive. As the two men scrambled, Wyatt found himself looking up at Ethan while Ethan smugly looked down at him. He had trapped Wyatt's right leg and right arm while his left hand was reaching in to lock in a pectoral claw on Wyatt's right pec. 

Wyatt could feel Ethan's thumb dig into the soft skin of his underarm as the four other fingers latched on the side of his pec. Wyatt glared directly into Ethan's eyes as Ethan dug looking to break down the rock-hard pecs of the Beta. This time Ethan found the nerve cluster and locked in pinching the nerves and sending pain radiating down Wyatt's arm. Ethan knew he had the nerve, but if you looked at Wyatt's face you would have never known. Ethan grinned as he increased the claw, "My girl has a stronger chest than you," Ethan taunted as he dug into Wyatt's pec. Wyatt knew Ethan was trying to get a rise out of him and he also knew that his pecs were stronger and harder than the Alpha's, so he chose not to rise to the bait. Instead, he glared directly into the eyes of the man he hated. He snarled at Ethan and fought to get out of the armbar and claw. Ethan chuckled as Wyatt struggled, "That's it, show me what you've got before I end you."

Wyatt grinned at that taunt, "If you say so..."