Mind Games Within Mind Games
Kid Karisma has been on a reign of terror lately. His ring resume, in particular, describes the trail of broken, battered, and crushed hunks he rode hard and put away very, very wet. With an ego that big, an award-winning ass and an insatiable hunger for dominating opponents, it’s little wonder that Kid K has thrived under the tutelage and patronage of the original Kid himself, Leopard. With The Boss at his back (enjoying the view, you can be sure), Kid K has set his sights on bigger and bigger prizes. Happy to indulge his pet, The Boss handpicked Karisma’s leopard print briefs and arranged for him to face another BGE juggernaut who has been on a terror tear: big (really, really big) Dev Michaels.
Kid K flexes indulgently, intently studying his stellar physique in the mirror. He’s been packing on muscle mass like crazy. BGE fans have never seen him this massive. And that award-winning ass of his has simply never looked more luscious, suction packed into The Boss’ handpicked leopard gear. He stretches and shadow boxes, but he’s perpetually distracted by the precise placement of his hair and the particular stretch of his underwear across his glorious glutes. Has Kid Karisma ever looked this hot!? He thinks not.
When Dev arrives at ringside, Kid Karisma unleashes his patented ego-assault on the big, burly muscle hunk. “What the hell?” he asks incredulously, starting to play the mind games he’s studied at the feet of the master, the Boss. “They’re letting anyone in here now. Isn’t there an age restriction?” Taking a shot at his opponent’s more mature years seems to have no effect, so Kid Karisma moves on to plan B: physical intimidation. “You see that right there?” Karisma asks, flexing his magnificent muscles. “Just look at that!”
When big Dev climbs into the ring, Kid K suddenly grows silent. Not only is Dev unlikely to be physically intimidated by anyone, but he’s also sporting a pair of leopard-print trunks! What just happened here? Is Dev thumbing his nose at The Boss, or is Kid Leopard, the true master of mind games, playing both of these favored hunks against one another?!
“Not bad, not bad,” Dev acknowledges Kid Karisma’s impressive display of muscle. “But look at that!” the big man demands, flexing his biceps in Karisma’s face. “Oh my God,” the Dev mutters, transparently awed at his own magnificence. They compare quads, and these are honestly two of the most massively built monster quads we’ve seen in the ring at the same time. Kid Karisma offers faint praise. “Let’s see them,” he challenges Dev, stepping in front of the muscleman, “but yeah, you can’t, because mine are just too big!”
The redheaded heel just crossed a line that earns him a bearhug from behind and a toss across the ring. Without a moment’s hesitation, Kid K returns the favor, bearhugging the behemoth off his feet and then flinging Dev into a corner. “How do you like that, tough guy!?” Kid smirks, pumped, primed, and crouching, ready for action. Nobody, but nobody, has so effortlessly manhandled massive Dev Michaels like that before!
Neither of these impeccably built musclemen is about to concede that he’s in danger of being outmuscled. This match unfolds as a full-on, sweat-soaked, power-hitting, muscle challenge from start to finish. Bearhugs, bodyslams, full nelsons, and gut punches are traded, with both hunks demonstrating that they can take as much as they can give. “I hear you’ve been talking a lot of shit around here,” Dev snarls, hoisting his opponent high in another bearhug and pounding the Kid’s tailbone down hard across his knee.
Dev dominates in a test of strength, bringing Kid K to his knees and pounding him into the mat. Cocky Kid clearly cannot believe that he’s just been outmuscled, and he instantly raises his hands for a best of three. Those 30 extra pounds of massive beef that Dev carries once again bear down on his awed opponent, and Karisma finds himself on the receiving end of a boatload of knee drops, stomps, and slams. When Dev locks those telephone poles he calls his thighs around Karisma’s tiny waist, you can hear the air come rushing out of Kid’s lungs. “Give up!” the big man demands. “Take a deep breath, come on,” Dev patiently coaches his opponent through the agony he’s inflicting until Kid K is able to suck down just enough air to gasp, “I give!” Dev flexes over top of his furiously humbled opponent. “I’m telling the Boss you’re fucking wearing leopard!” Kid K threatens.
“The Boss? Who’s the boss!?” Dev snaps back, pounding his pecs and demonstrating precisely who he considers to be the boss around here.
Kid K has never been dominated like this before, and Dev has never been manhandled like this, and never by an opponent so much smaller. The Boss’ pet digs his claws deep, nearly ripping big Dev’s massive pecs off the bone! Kid Karisma loses his trunks first, the fight milked right out of him while caught again between Dev’s crushing thighs. In nothing but a tiny, leopard print thong wedged between those epic ass cheeks, the wunderkind returns the favor shortly thereafter, locking the mountain of muscle up nice and tight in a standing headscissors and stripping him to a muscle-ass-revealing thong as well.
When the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, you get precisely this match. You also get pools of sweat, bone-crushing power moves, and one, and only one, ripped muscle stud man enough to walk out of the ring still wearing leopard print! The astonishingly well-matched power, egos, and absolute certainty in their destinies to dominate keep this astonishingly hot contest incredibly close to the bitter end.