Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me?”
Sizzling hot hunk Kip Sorell has been reliving one nightmare after another since first daring to step foot into the BG East ring. Winner of last year’s Debut of the Year award, his boyish beauty and phenomenal physique have earned him nothing but a giant target painted onto his magnificently muscled ass, as one heel after another has done their best to pound the pretty right out of him, each in his own unique way. However, hope springs eternal when you sport the body of a Greek god, a healthy/reckless self-confidence, and a passionate fan base begging for more from this breakout wrestling star.
When signing on to face notorious pro wrestling heel-turned-bodybuilder Lon Dumont, Kip quipped, “Honestly, what’s he going to do to me that hasn’t already been done?” Unfortunately for Kip, his words found their way back to Lon’s ears. If there one thing Lon loves more than compliments of his granite carved six-pack abs, it’s an intellectual challenge. With an outstandingly extensive arsenal of sadistic wrestling holds, paired with his impeccably toned physique, Lon absolutely relished the puzzle of how to introduce an all-too-pretty jobber to all-new depths of ring terror.
Fitness model Kip strolls up to the ring. “Kip!? Kip Sorell?! Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont,” Lon gushes enthusiastically. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Dumbfounded, Kip takes Lon’s outstretched hand out of reflex. Lon’s boot bashed into his gut drops him to his knees. Before Kip can catch his breath, the lightning-quick pro tosses him into the corner and unleashes a firestorm of punches and kicks, quickly turning his golden abs an angry scarlet. An expertly launched barrage batters and bashes the bewildered young buck from every angle. Kip wilts under the assault, but refuses to submit. Still, soon enough, the master of a thousand holds snaps on a front-face sleeper, cooing seductively in Kip’s ear. “It’s okay, shhhh, it’s all right.” Kip sags limply in his opponent’s arms and slips into unconsciousness, flat on his back with Lon stretched across his body. In record time, Kip’s dream of scoring his first BG East victory has turned into a horrible nightmare as the ripped stud slumbers restlessly beneath his devastatingly diabolical foil. But Kip’s waking nightmare is far from over…
Kip Sorell vs Lon Dumont: Trapped in a Nightmare
“Kip!? Kip Sorell!? Oh my God!” Lon gushes enthusiastically as the young fitness model rouses from his disturbed slumber and climbs unsteadily to his feet. “Buddy, your hair looks fantastic!” Lon admires, stretching out his hand. Dumbfounded, once again Kip accepts the handshake as he struggles to get his bearings. Lon’s boot to the gut drops him to his knees, and Lon’s novel, never-ending plan to terrorize the cocky jobber begins to come into focus.
“Who the hell said we were friends, Kip!?” Lon snarls furiously, mounting the fitness model and barely restraining himself from punching Kip’s prominent bulge packed tightly inside his blue trunks. “This isn’t about friendship. Lonny Dumont saw his shadow, and you know what that means? Six more weeks of leg scissors!” Kip writhes and flails, nearly snapped in half between the incredibly lean bodybuilder’s crushing thighs. “Fuck you, Lonny!” Kip snaps back at his tormentor. A rake to the eyes shuts the pretty boy up fast.
“I’m not one of those chumps that only knows 4 holds, not Lonny Dumont,” the heel brags. But it’s not really bragging when you can back it up. Lon packs a pro wrestling clinic of holds into one brutal nightmare after another. Bearhugs and bodyscissors tenderize the young beefcake. Every waking minute delivers another onslaught of muscle-mincing brutality, punctuated yet again by another front-face sleeper that makes Kip’s sexy muscles go slack in Lon’s bulging arms.
“Kip?! Kip Sorell!?” Lon gushes enthusiastically again and again each time the bewildered hunk rouses to this endlessly repeating waking nightmare. And each time, before he can get his bearings, the maniacally vicious heel doubles down on his bone crushing, joint snapping, muscle ripping physical assault. Outflanked, outmuscled and out-wrestled, Kip’s spirits sag, but Lon is always there to drag his fine physique back up by a fistful of hair or nasty yank on the trunks.
“It’s a bad dream,” Kip mutters to himself. “Oh no, you’re not dreaming,” Lon assures the fading stud. It’s a vicious circle, a recurring, real-life Groundhog Day nightmare played out for Demolition fans to marvel at the depths of agony and terror a stunningly beautiful pretty boy can endure before giving up entirely to both the physical and psychological terror dished out by a truly sadistic muscle heel. Only there is no escape.
“Kip?! Kip Sorell? Oh my God! It’s Lonny Dumont!”…