Morgan Cruise vs Len Harder: “I’m Gonna Tear You Down…”
Len Harder may have taken his licks before, receiving beatdowns from such legends as Kid Karisma and even the infamous Kid Vicious, but agreeing to a match with Morgan Cruise has got to make you wonder if he isn’t just a greedy, little glutton for punishment! Cruise has made a career of not just dominating his opponents, or more appropriately “victims” in some cases, but destroying them. He’s left powerful competitors quivering wrecks on the mats. “The Mastodon”, “Perfection”, whatever you call him, don’t get on his bad side, he’ll do enough harm as is. Let’s just hope lean Len knows what the hell he’s doing!
Cruise certainly seems to think he knows what Len is after, flexing from the word, “Go”, musing on the sweat he’ll work up while destroying his latest practice dummy. Len is unfazed at first, even a slap in the face fails to rile him up, but when he’s suddenly whipped into a skull-crushing headlock, he starts to realize he may very well be in over his head. Cruise takes his time cranking the hold over and over, promising not to break Len in half during the remainder of their match. Finally, unable to budge, Len offers up the only resistance he can, muttering a defiant “Fuck you” with his face buried in Cruise’s hairy pecs.
The Mastodon doesn’t take kindly to such disrespect. This is just the type of provocation – or excuse – he needs to amplify the punishments. The smile gone from his face, he tosses Len to the mat, the lean wrestler barely able to stand with his brains rattled and all the blood squeezed out of his head. Before he can even take a breath he’s mounted by the muscled wrestling machine, feeling a stiff fist on his abs as Cruise selects his next target. Len’s body pays the price for his defiant attitude, first with a series of gut shots, then a brutal bodyscissors courtesy of those tree trunk-like legs. Next comes the verbal abuse!
Maybe if Len knew what might be coming next he could hope to endure it, but Cruise is a master of destruction. The holds only become more creative, and more excruciating, as the match goes on. Len’s limbs are twisted and contorted, his body even hoisted off the mat to dangle in agony in a pendulum. His only break from the tortures are the moments Cruise chooses to satisfy his own ego. A defenseless Len dangles in his grip as Cruise cradles his victims head to his chest, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Despite his pained cries, the growing bulge in Len’s gear makes it look like Cruise is on to something.
Morgan Cruise vs Len Harder: “Call Me ‘Master’…”
A dazed Len kneels face down on the mat, practically grovelling at Cruise’s feet, and then under them as Cruise stomps one bare foot down on his helpless opponent’s skull. But leave it to the Mastodon to find a new way to demean his victim. Dragging Len to his feet, Cruise offers him a rare free shot at that impressively muscled bod. Len may be battered and bruised but he still has wits enough about him to seize this golden opportunity, throwing punch after punch to the hairy pecs and sturdy abs of Morgan Cruise, only for his fists to bounce harmlessly off a seemingly rock solid wall of muscle. Cruise is all but laughing as he ‘rewards’ Len for his efforts, lifting him into a brutal bearhug, remarking on how effortless all this punishment is for him as Len hangs in his arms as helpless as ever, his impressively packed package growing with each humiliating punishment.
Len’s ever-expanding bulge hasn’t escaped Cruise’s notice either, and it invites a whole new line of brutal attacks for the Mastodon to dish out. Tossed limply to the mat, Len can barely move as Cruise closes in. Dropping a leg across his throat, Cruise slaps a crushing clawhold on Len’s ample bulge before tearing into his already reddened and beaten abs, Len barely able to moan in protest. Cruise has always been a domineering wrestler, but seeing his latest victim so completely destroyed and so completely aroused takes him to new depths. Planting his hot ass on Len’s chest, he orders the immobile jobber to call him “Master,” flexing those massive biceps and pecs as he does. Len gazes up in awe.
Perhaps against his better judgment, Len remains defiant even in the face of this decidedly overwhelming beating, but this only spurs The Mastodon to even more inventive torments. Vowing to break his opponent, Cruise applies more varieties of bearhugs, torture racks, over-the-knee backbreakers, and limb-locking holds than Len may have experienced in any other match. The cocky punk gets his neck cranked, squeezed, twisted, bent and battered in a variety of evil ways. Len’s few attempts at fighting back only serving to illustrate how futile and forlorn his resistance is. Before the end he is stripped, choked, bashed, and abused from every angle. He goes from barely able to stand to barely conscious before a final, humiliating finish of abject submission convinces Cruise he’s made himself The Master of his latest challenger. No one who sees this match can deny that The Mastodon is a force to be reckoned with. Another incredibly sexy, erotic, Wrestleshack “mat-sterpiece”!