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I 2021-10-02
01:02 ErikAtlas: We weren’t over the Mediterranean. We were in the open ocean. It was a sunny day and I was supposed to land on a cruise ship of some kind and do an exclusive appearance. The pilot suddenly stopped remembering English, or French, Or German. Or speaking to me at all. He spoke Arabic on the radio.

Makes sense. This hire was from some Qatari high born who wanted his birthday party to have an Atlas match. I just didn’t know they jerked my flight this far out of the way. They paid like royalty - Mom’s house got a coat of paint, and my bike got replaced with three just like it. (I have one ass! Who needs three bikes? But the Prince sent them.)

I could tell the jet helicopter we were riding was heading south. I was proud of myself, I didn’t panic. We land on a ship, an unmarked passenger liner under the Qatar flag. It’s not a luxury ship. It’s not military either. That leaves a merchant option of some kind. A man with a clipboard hands me a red Kafhiya and tells me to cover my head or he’d have me shot. (I was proud of him, he threatened me in perfect English.)

I have to say, I am seriously bad at how to tie a tie. I know, by now I should have that shit down, but in my line of work, I rarely need it. I haint dressed up since the High Society event in Chicago. But that would be a simple knot thingy compared to what you need to do to not get shot wearing this thing wrong. I sure didn’t want to be disrespectful so I asked for help.

After much eye rolling and swearing at me, he put down his clipboard and helped me put it on right. It wrapped my head and draped across my lower face, framing my eyes. It turns out he’s the Minister of Cultural Affairs. He gets a clipboard.

I stood 6’5” and a massive wide target, making me stand out. Wearing a Texas Rangers hoodie and an Arabic Kahfiya, I was a perfect symbol of our weird world.

I could go on and on with how strange all this was, and after all this I might. (See me at #WelCum and we’ll talk.) I just reminded myself to get ready for the match that was coming. I walked across the deck of the ship and one after another, men with automatic weapons and a black and white Kafhiya saluted me. “Atlas!” shouting my name hoping to be merely gazed upon. I would look at one and he beamed a scruffy smile. So many handsome men. And a good share of truly scary teeth.

I’m used to fans, but this was more than a little weird. They think I’m He Man or something. I see the first American looking guy walk up to me. “Well you’re fucked,” he says to me outright. “Why are you here?” He’s also holding a clipboard as his proof of importance, and also means he already knows the answer to his stupid question. (As you know, the clipboard is the universal sign that a man probably knows what’s happening, but caint be trusted with sharp things.)

“I’m the floor show. You from State department? Or is this way weirder than that?”

“I’m Second Mate and keep the ship from running aground. I work for a living. The Department of State is far far behind you, muscleboy.” he looks at his clipboard and then gawks at me. “Atlas? The Erik Atlas?”

An arched eyebrow started my reply. “Yes. You my bunkmate?”

His jaw slackened. He almost drooled at the idea. Yea, I read you like a milk carton. You been waiting for a real man to get naked and nasty. By the looks of things here, there’s plenty of fine looking men to choose from, so he must be picky.

“No.” He could’ve said “Jesus Wept” and it would’ve matched the underlying sentiment. This man needs a boyfriend. After adjusting his crotch he turned on a heel. “Come on. There’s someone aching to kill you. You should be used to that.”

I follow him as he escorts me to the ring. There is a big circle of seating around the ring, and it’s decked out in the sun like they’re planning a party. I look around and notice a viewing stand on the south end of the deck - that’s where the special people sit. But they aint there yet.

“So Mister Atlas. Here’s the deal. The ring and 50 feet around it is diplomatically Nato Territory. You stay there, you’re safe. You leave there, well you might spend a few nights in Mogadishu. Or months, who knows, I don’t. I can protect you in there, outside, I can’t. They start the match in 4 hours. Food will be brought beforehand. Keep your face covered until they tell you to unveil. Any questions?”

“I win, you pay me and take me out of here?”

“No no, the Prince pays you. And…Don’t count the money in front of him. It’s rude.” he starts walking away. He was silent on the exit plans. Well shit.

“Who’s my fucking opponent?” I had a weird match or two over the years, but this is getting really strange. He stopped and turned. “Your opponent is coming.” With that said, the doors from below deck open and a man comes, escorted by 2 armed men and draped in red Kahfiya as well. OH I know that walk…

The Second mate announced, “I think you’ve met. This is the man known as Wresadam.” I stare into the simmering eyes of my nemesis once again. OH yea, hate dies hard.
Yt

01:09 wresadam: So here I am on some fucking rust bucket in the middle of nowhere. Some cunt turned up on my doorstep offering me a shit load of money to do a match for some middle- eastern arsehole. They could offer me a golden pig that shits diamonds - I wasn't interested. Then he said who the other guy was - my old mate Erik fucking Atlas. Instantly my cock surged at the mention of his name. It's been years since I'd fought him and fucked his brains out. I'd heard round the tracks that he was still doing his hero shit. Maybe it was time to remind Erik what the real nature of this world was. So yeah, I agreed for a bucket of cash and the chance to educate Atlas… again.

Walking out under the hot sun, it's a real pleasure to see your eyes widen in surprise. Ignoring you, I step through the ropes. I walk and sit in one of the two chairs in the ring facing each other. I sit and stretch my legs out, getting comfortable while you stand staring at me in shock. I rub my legs, wear shorts, showing off my thick legs. You got that face cover on and maybe you think that hides shite. You see my legs and get that horny devil look. Hero my arse.

"You look like a fucking retard, standing there with your mouth hanging open. Come and sit Atlas. Let's chat while we wait for these rich fucks to arrive and watch me tear you apart and fuck you like a whore. That's how this is gonna end Atlas. Me being choppered off this fuck boat and your carcass feeding the fishes. So let's chat, big man. Let's catch up with all the news." My heart thrums and my blood dances in my veins as I watch you jaw clench and your teeth grind.

Getting in Atlas's head, pouring my poison in there has always been such a thrill. Almost as good as beating the fucker within an inch of his life. The ring creaks as you climb in and make your way to your chair. You sit facing me, boots apart, hands on your knees, eyes boring into mine. I give you a long slow smirk - one that will piss you off and turn you on in good measure and then drawl. "So, how you been, Cupcake?"

01:12 ErikAtlas: You're smug as fuck... I guess that’s everything I should expect. The part that steams me is the way you fit in with a navy of Thugs so effortlessly. It's like the old joke, now how does that go? Why don't sharks eat lawyers? (Answer: professional courtesy.)

You sit in the ring... call me Cupcake. That used to make me want to kill you. But that cupcake taunt, it’s expected now. Oh I still want to kill you, but there’s so many more reasons now. I peel the Kahfiya from my face showing a square jaw of disgust. I keep an eye on our "hosts" while I take the chair across from you. The men on the ship seem to be working faster now that they see us face to face.

I’m about to talk when one of them comes up to the ropes next to me and asks me for an autograph. The situation is so strange. I turn my back on you, only to find he wants me to sign his rifle strap on his AK. "Please sign to Akash, my favorite fuck buddy. Death to infidels!" He was so excited as I took the pen.

"On a cold Desert highway, with the wind in my hair. The smell of colitas hung in the air. Love Erik"

As I suspected, he didn't read English, or know the lyrics to Hotel California. Looking it over I wasn't sure I did either. It'll do.

I turned to see you rolling yur eyes at me. "You wouldn't understand Adam. No one wants your autograph. Unless it's for bail paperwork." I'm focusing on the hours we're likely stuck here on the weatherdeck. "Well to answer you, life is good. My scars are fading. As you can see Bedlam failed to eat all of me." I watch your eyes...

01:18 wresadam: You answer my non question. I don’t care how you are, but you answer anyway, always one thrilled with the sound of your own voice. "Well to answer you, life is good. My scars are fading. As you can see Bedlam failed to eat all of me."

I can see you searching my face, looking for a reaction. I give you my broadest smile.
"You're still trying to sell that crock of shit, Atlas? How I made a deal with dark forces and nearly tore you apart and how you - noble hero that you are - saved my immortal soul? Let me point out that ‘noble hero’ was used sarcastically - I know Americans struggle with that concept. The truth is Atlas. I destroyed you without any help - and the same is going to happen today."

I lean back and watch as your jaw squirm in bunches and grinds and your eyes burn at me. Oh yes, Atlas is getting pissed at me - GOOD!

I sit back and smile. "So here we are old mate - enjoying the sun while we wait. It's going to be fun, because after I leave you here to be gang raped by them." - I jerk my thumb to the crew who are working but watching us with hungry, wolfish, calculating eyes - " I'm gonna hunt down your friends, your family, your house, and I'm gonna burn it all down. If they ever let you go, there will be nothing waiting for you Atlas." I grin as I watch your face flush red in fury . So many places to apply pressure and the joy of watching the hate and concern rise in you.

In the distance another chopper is on its way - the rich fucks coming for their entertainment.
"Tick Tock Erik - Your time is almost up!"

01: 24 ErikAtlas: "Well you got half the story right. I tell people that yur demon bait. I just omit that part about saving your life at the end. That wouldn’t play well in the stands. People get irrational when I say I save you. I’m sure you understand, my face gets punched enough!"

You go on about tearing me apart. I can see some cracks in your plan, specifically the sheer number of men that want time with me here. They caint get that with me ded, so that measures somewhere. The chopper lands and The Prince, or someone suitably princely, dressed in white (he hasn't got shit all over him), so he must be the Prince.

And this Tic needs less Talk. I wave at his Royal Loftiness and stand. I smile and wave, being the gallant hero as always. Of course just costuming for this… I stride three large steps and KICK you in the face! You fly ass over-chair-back into the ropes behind you!

OHhhh that felt good! Yea, it's a rare pleasure to listen to you scream and swear, but it's a true moment of awe watching the Prince's face melt and his jaw drop watching me start our match with little concern to his Royal per-rog-a-tive. And we all know, when you kick Wresadam, there's no "take backs." I let the Prince work out his social card and turn to defend myself.

I hear a screaming salvo of orders from the Prince, all in Arabic, as Adam gets to his feet…

01:29 wresadam: OOOOOOF - Your boot sends me toppling over the back of the chair tasting blood. Rage comes to me in so many ways! "YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I roar as you turn. I launch my self at you and we slam on the mat with on top. Red rage takes over and I grab your head and slam it back against the matt - 1…2…3 times . "I' LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I scream.

Then…
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWGH!!! Pain rips through my body! I find myself thrashing on the mats. A burning sensation tears into my back! I look up to see one of the Prince's flunkies standing there with an electric cattle prod in his hand. Fucker! He just put fuck knows how many volts through me.

"There will be no fighting until His Majesty says!" he growls looking down at me. I loom over and Atlas is rolling and groaning too - so he had got zapped too - good. My only regret is I didn’t get to see it.

I grab a rope and pull up and look over at the Prince who gives me a smug grin. There's no doubt who really is control here. Enjoy it while you can camel fucker I think. Kings can die just like everyone else.

I turn back - Atlas has got to all 4s trying to rise. Before anyone can stop me I run and slam my boot into his ribs - BOOM! You flip on your back moaning in pain. I back away with my hands up as Cattle Prod boy comes at me again.

"I'LL shove that prod up your arse! He started this shit - that's just getting even!" I back into a corner and strip away my robes to reveal tight black trunks black boots and pads and my hard tight hairy muscled body. Atlas is still groaning on the mat.

"COME ON - LET ME RIP THIS CUNT APART FOR YOU YOUR MAJESTY!" The Prince smiles as Atlas groans and rolls on the mat.

01:37 ErikAtlas: The rage you come at me with is primal and pure Adam... there were days I hoped you warnt so damm crazy, and that hope is stupid any time you get near a ring. You're on me screaming and hammering me into the mats....I see guards close with Cattle Prods! UAWUGHHHHfukkk!.... I breathe fast and make myself dispel the pain-illusion tasers and prods infect your brain with - The pain is gone but you try to convince yourself that you're wounded. I find my center when you go on about "He started it..." like this is some fucking playground incident.

The Prince looks pleased at his coming entertainment... "I'm gonna finish it too." I take a moment to assemble myself. "Your Highness,” I bow slightly with my head as I get off the mats. I strip off my shirt showing my warrior muscled body and smile the shiny smile.

"I’m ready to get on with this, at your word. I have taken this trash out a few times. Happy to do it again." I wink at YOU knowing how much it pisses you off, just daring you to pop again. I mean seeing you roasted with a cattle prod is never not fun, and I’m going to be the teacher’s pet.

01: 41 wresadam: You start sucking up the royal arsehole - like the 2 buck whore you are - and then try to needle me. Your wink has me wanting to tear your throat out but I'm not fucking stupid.
"You'll keep, Cunt. I'll rip your balls off and present them to his Royal Highness." I lock eyes with you and stare . You stare right back - the animosity building.

The sun beats down and finally the rich fuckers settle down and the The Prince says something to one of his flunkies. He nods to the fucker with the prod who says"Stand" to us. We both do and the chairs are removed to the outside of the ring. "Go to your corners!" he orders and we do. I Watch you closely and then the bell rings. We circle out mirroring each other and then we turn and open up for a collar and elbow lock up. We grunt and strain and I can feel your hot breath on my neck
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Knocking your arm away. I yank you into a side head lock, then drop to one knee and snap you over onto the matt. Keeping the head lock on, I push up on my heels arching your neck and head up and letting the Prince get a view of my thick thighs and bulging package. He shifts in his seat and looks closer - I give him a big grin and yank your head harder causing you to growl and stomp your boots on the mat.

01:44 ErikAtlas: They get through the gunpoint formalities - It just dawns on me that this Prince might have a favorite outcome here. There's mass betting on the winner and I don't see one of us favored - but if the Prince doesn't get his way, he might settle the score with guns…

We start and you come at me with power and feel hot to touch, standing and waiting in the sun for nearly an hour. You always smell like hate dispensed with a grease gun... You collide with me, arm on your neck and shoulder, feeling the steel under the skin.... and you get the Iron muscle I carry, taller than you.... ready to break for a knee strike - and yu were waiting for that shift! SLAMMMM yur thick arm crushing my jaw back into my neck! GRRRR.... the pain makes me kick....

Then I PUSH on your chin and chest rocking your head back right in target range... legs come up and CLAMP ON YOUR HEAD! huge 32" quads smother over yur face and rock you hard ... I push and RIP out of your headlock crushing your head in my headscissors grip, pinning you to your back! I SQUEEZE your head and really wanna get you to make little animal noises. I watch the Prince, a hand comes to his mouth in the international sign for “Oh my…”

01:47 wresadam: I work your neck hard under the blazing sun - both of us are sweating hard. Then - AWWWWWWGH - your thick thighs are round my head and you slam me back down on the canvas. Your massive thighs power up and my boots kick the mat. I can feel the heat rolling off you as you flex those thick quads and I slap at your legs - a move that is fuck all useless.

UGRRR!! Another crushing flex! Fuck I gotta get out of here! Roll so you are sitting with the top of my head on the mat. I kick up and before you can overbalance me. I drop my boots on yours and press down forcing your legs apart just enough to pop my head out!

You look me in the eye for the briefest second before I fire a massive fist into your jaw rocking you back.

I get to my feet and circle you, stretching my neck out as you get to your feet. We turn for a lock but at the last moment I drop grab your left boot and rise, tripping you to the mat.

Looking down at you I slam my boot hard into the back of your thigh - 1… 2… 3 times! Then hold your boot, leap forward, snapping that leg up hard over your head! I hear cheers from the rich fucks - watching us tear into each other is obviously going down well.

01: 51 ErikAtlas: I gotta say, hearing you groan as your skull is getting crushed is one of those favorite noises I like to hear. You start angling to escape and I pour on the pressure. When you pop free, I was expecting you to go back to that headlock and you rock my jaw hard!

Next thing I know yur slamming my leg and rocking over me snapping my leg over my head! AWUGHHHH rippin pain tears through my leg, mainly cuz I don't bend that way.... I can recover but SHIT the pain making me hold my leg and needin a moment... You get up to rain hell on me and I sweep your standing leg with my left dropping you onto your ass! Yt

01:55 wresadam: OOOF - I crash to my arse - I should have seen that coming as the leg sweep is one of your favorite forms of defense when you are on the mat. I roll away fast before you get any ideas of making this a mat game and move up to a vertical base rapidly.

You have reached the ropes and are getting up your self - Oh No you don't you fucker. I move in and with a calculated savagery, I boot that damaged knee out from behind you. I love the sound of you yelling out in pain! It’s pure fu’king pleasure and I hear laughter as well. The Prince is clapping his hands and laughing in delight watching the two degenerate westerners rip each other up.

Back on top of you I grab the top rope and lay into your back with the boot - your back shoulders and head! I kick you savagely under the ropes and you clatter to the deck in a sweaty mess. I face the Prince and raise my fist - "I dedicate this Fucker's submission to you your Majesty!" He laughs again and the flunkies smile.

I step through the ropes and drop down and stalk round towards you - my trunks tenting at the thought of making you scream in agony.

02:02 ErikAtlas: You get up fast and stand off, aware of my dangerous ground game. I’m still bigger ‘n you and able to trash you. I HIT the floor after that salvo of boots, knowing you'd really like to take out my leg. The stand with the Royals is elevated and 30 yards off the ring, but the floor area is milled with mercs, standing and watching the action... I hit the floor hard, swearing and groaning in pain... Shit. I get up slowly and you come out after me…

02:07 wresadam: I slide out under the ropes and move round the ring as the mercs cheer and yell. You are pulling up on the apron as I grab your head and spin you round. My fist slams into your jaw and you sprawl across the ring edge. I pull you off the ring, wrap my arm around your waist! You feel my furry muscled body squeeze into you! Don’t for a second think I don’t know what kind of dick thrill my body does for you. I am a weapon, cunt! I use it all! I drive your lower back into the apron! OH it's a brutal hit! Your growl of pain is my pure pleasure. You fall and I unleash a hail of boots into your gut leaving you on your back by the ring groaning. "YOU'RE FUCKING DONE OLD MAN! I'm GONNA FUCKING DESTROY YOU!"
I turn and pose for the mercs who howl their approval. Then I turn back to you…
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Adam continues to wreck Atlas outside the ring. Surrounded by weapons and violence, the two rivals battle to see who gets to leave… see part 2 GOODBYE CUPCAKE
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Published: 2022-05-07, viewed 150 times.