ALPHAS vs OMEGAS

Austin_C: The heavy steel doors slam shut behind me as I step into the underground fight club. Concrete all over, exposed pipes, the crowd hungry for violence. The air reeks of sweat, blood, and testosterone, just the way I like it. Floodlights illuminate the steel cage in the middle where muscle beasts like myself come to break each other. I roll my shoulders, veins already popping across my thick arms as I strip off my hoodie, revealing a body built to fight. I hit a pose, the crowd cheering.

The crowd parts as I walk through. And as I make my way down to the cage, I see standing across the room the man they can't be beaten. Darius Deus. The Undefeated. I let a slow smirk spread across my face as our eyes lock for the first time. I can see it -- the size, the confidence, the aura of someone who's crushed every challenger so far. I enter the cage first as you make your way down.

I plant my boots in the center of the cage, rollin my neck as I keep my eyes locked on you. The crowd's roar fades in my head. Right now, it's just you and me. Two alpha beasts about to collide. I watch you as you enter the cage, your eyes still locked with mine.

Darius_Deus: Once again I get in the cage this month. I've been doing it for years now. I'm no longer interested in the money, I've defeated dozens of opponents in this cage, money is no longer a problem. I do it for the adrenaline, for the rage, for the possibility I get to wreck and dominate another beast. The crowd loves me, they know what I do with the losers, and they love it. I see you coming and smirk. Apparently, I'm facing another super heavyweight tonight. Good, I love seeing their powerless muscles down out cold after I'm done with them. I hit my pec with my fist a few times before getting in the cage, adjusting my white shorts with black stripes, looking at you, not blinking. I slowly come closer to you, joining you in the centre of the cage, flexing my upper body muscles to look more impressive until my pecs collide with yours. I'm excited already, I can tell from your stare that you're wanting to give your best. But your best is not enough, I already know it. The crowd absolutely roars around us, but neither of us hears it, we're just focused on each other right now. I flex my biceps in front of you, keeping the smirk on my face while I start the taunting: "I'm a bit sad I have to wreck such a pretty face tonight". I push my pecs slightly harder against yours, my abs rubbing against yours, as we're now testing each other simply with our words, our eyes and our physical presence.

Austin_C: I feel the press of your pecs, but I don't budge. I stand my ground, my eyes locked dead on yours, smirk never fading. The heat off your body, the raw power -- yeah, I feel it. But I've felt it before. And I've broken it before. I let out a low chuckle, my chest flexing harder against yours, our thick slabs of muscle grinding as neither of us gives an inch. "Yeah? You're 'sad' you gotta wreck me?" I growl, voice deep and full of challenge. "That's funny, because I was just thinking how good it's gonna feel when I leave you flat on your back, begging for air under me. Another 'unbeatable' giant broken like all the others. You've had your run, Deus. But every so-called king eventually falls. And when I'm standing over your wrecked body, the only thing you'll be remembered for is losing to me." I push my pecs harder into yours, our abs grinding, every muscle tight as we stare each other down, seconds from exploding. I flash a slow, dangerous grin.

Darius_Deus: I chuckle as well, hearing you taunting back. Most guys facing me recently had a trembling voice, not really because of fear, but because of the pressure of fighting against an undefeated champion of the arena. You don't have this, you sound completely relaxed, and I love it. Still trying to show my dominance though, I stop flexing my biceps and put one hand over your shoulder while maintaining the pressure against your pecs and abs: "Your not the first one to say this big boy. Yet I'm still undefeated, guess what happened to all the others?" my smirk turns into a sharp, threatening grin as I wink before continuing: "Don't worry, I'll end your career tonight, but since I like you, I'll take good care of you after we're done".

Austin_C: I grin right back as you place your hand on my shoulder, my head shaking slightly. "Yeah?" I say condescendingly. I slap your hand off my shoulder, shoving my chest forward one last time before I take a slow step back, putting space between us. The crowd roars as the distance grows, knowing what's coming. I tug my tank top over my head, slow and deliberate, muscles flexing as I peel it off, veins running thick across my arms and chest. I ball the shirt in my fist, eyes still locked on yours. "Don't worry," I smirk, "I'm gonna find a use for this later." I toss the tank aside for now, but the idea is planted. Then, I bring my arms up, hitting a front double bi pose. "Now let's flex for the crowd before we brawl."

Darius_Deus: I keep the smile on my face and take a few steps back as well, knowing that the fun was about to start. Contrary to you, I'm already shirtless and therefore, I don't wait for you to start the flex off, once again hitting a double biceps pose in front of you, while making my pecs bounce, knowing the crowd loves that move. Seeing your muscles, I whistle: "Wow, such a good-looking man! Are you a model? I have an idea for your next photoshoot: you lay down on your back, nose bleeding, eyes swollen with tears, while the undefeated king of the arena flexes over your body, what do you think, huh, big boy?"

Austin_C: I smirk as you start showing off, your biceps up, pecs bouncing like you own the place. I hold my pose, chest flaring wide as I hold your star. "Heh. Cute," I growl, smirking wider. "You're not gonna be the one flexing when this is over." I put down my arms and bounce my pecs, the crowd eating it up. "Don't worry about that little 'aftercare' you promised. When I'm done, I'll make sure you've got something to chew on while I flex on your broken ass. Bet that smart mouth of yours will be good for something," I taunt you, eyeing my discarded tank top on the side.

I stop bouncing my pecs and roll my neck, stepping right back into the middle of the cage, signalling you to come up to me again. After you do so, and without a word, we throw a brutal most muscular, traps flaring, veins popping thick across our arms and chests as we glare straight into each other's eyes. Face to face. Beast to beast. No backing down. "Let's see who's the real alpha beast in this cage," I growl through gritted teeth, the crowd exploding as our muscles explode as well.

Darius_Deus: The crowd are not the only ones enjoying your pecs flexing, I also really appreciate the show. And compared to the crowd, I'll even be able to enjoy these muscles for myself after I'm done with you. I'm excited, it feels even better than any guy I've met in the cage before. After you're done, once again we meet in the centre of the cage, and you start flexing your whole body. I do the same, but rather than gritting my teeth like you, I let out a powerful roar of rage and excitement, echoing in the whole venue, even partly covering the sound of the crowd. I flex my entire body, trembling as I put as much pressure as I can. I only stop it to reply to you: "Yeah, let's give our best, nothing else would be acceptable". I stretch my hand, waiting to see if you want to shake it before the fight or not. I rarely do that, but when my opponents are big, powerful alphas like you, I feel like I owe them a little moment of respect before I ruin them completely.

Austin_C: I hold my flex a second longer as your roar shakes the cage, heat and power radiating off you. When you stretch your hand out, I let the smirk curl back across my face. "Respect, huh? Fair enough," I growl, reaching out and gripping your hand tight, crushing your palm in mine as the crowd explodes. "You'll get my best... but you'll regret asking for it." I lean in slightly, voice dropping low enough for just you to hear over the roar of the crowd. "After I'm done wrecking you, I'll make damn sure you remember who did it. Every time you taste that math, every time your busted body hits the floor... you'll see me." I shove your hand away, taking a step back, muscles still flexed and twitching, body coiled like a loaded weapon.

Darius_Deus: We both put a lot of pressure in that handshake, of course, that's just another show of dominance for the two of us, even if it's mixed with at least a bit of respect. I keep a wide smile on my face, hearing you say that you're going to give your best. I expect nothing less from you. That's definitely going to be a great fight ... I could even start to feel bad knowing that I'm about to kick your ass. We both take a few steps back and then take a fighting stance. You're tensed like an arrow about to shoot. I know I can't underestimate you, you're the kind of opponent I face, knowing that we're going to turn this cage into a living hell. My biceps are flexed, we're slowly circling each other, the crowd is quieter, waiting for the two titans to collide. In the underground club, there's no bell, no ref. The pressure is heavier and heavier for everyone in the venue, waiting for someone to start the fight with a first move ... I do it by coming closer and sending a direct jab right into your face, looking to test your defence more than anything, knowing that it probably wouldn't reach its target, I also get ready for a potential counterattack.

Austin_C: I see the jab coming. Too slow. My instincts take over. I weave my head just enough for your fist to skim past my jaw, and without hesitation, I explode into action. I slam a brutal right hook straight into your ribs, the impact echoing through the cage, then fire a solid left to your jaw, snapping your head to the side. The second you stumble even slightly, I'm all over you, fists flying, body driving forward like an animal unleashed.

I bury a hard knee into your abs, feeling the impact ripple through your core, then hammer a crushing elbow across your cheek, the crowd exploding as I push you back toward the cage wall. "You wanted my best?" I snarl through gritted teeth, "You got it, champ." I don't let up -- fast hands, up-close shots to your body and head, my muscles pumped as I keep the pressure high, forcing you to react, or stumble, to feel what it's like when someone actually knows how to fight and go toe-to-toe with you.

Darius_Deus: I was expecting you to counter, but I wasn't expecting the counter to be that brutal. Your first hit reaches my ribs, damn you hit like a fucking truck, that's a surprising strength, even with the mass of muscle you've got. I manage to duck under the other punch coming to my jaw, but I still move back, trying to get out of your reach to make you assault stop. But you continue, there is no warm-up for you, you immediately give everything you have. I flex my abs to take the knee you send to them and put my forearms in front of my face to take your elbow. I have to react, I can feel the cold steel of the cage behind my back. I can't just stay in a defensive stance. I wait for the perfect moment to hit, obliging me to tank your hits for a few more seconds, before I stop your assault by sending a heavy elbow right to your face, just when your momentum prevents you from putting up a defence. This elbow would have knocked out even the best heavyweight champions, but I know you're better than them, and I know it won't be enough. So I continue by sending a middle kick right into your abs to push you off me, and be able to launch a high kick directly to your cheek, looking to surprise you by using kicks rather than punches, despite my heavy upper body "You're not the only one ... who knows how to fight here."

Austin_C: Your elbow smashes into my face hard. My head snaps to the side, teeth clenched as the hit rocks me. I stagger back a step, vision flashing white for a split second, but I'm still upright. Before I can reset, your kick slams into my abs, forcing the air from my lungs as I grunt, my thick core absorbing the blow but feeling it deep. The high kick catches me off-guard as well, the side of my jaw snapping again, sending sweat flying as the crowd roars. I stumble back two steps, breathing heavy and heart pounding. "Heh... not bad, champ," I growl, voice rough but steady. "You hit harder than I thought... but not hard enough."

I charge back in, this time more controlled with my fists up, guard tight. I fake a left hook then drive a solid right jab straight into your pecs to knock you off balance, before sending a hard left cross aimed at your jaw.

Darius_Deus: These hits I send to your face and body make me understand that we're pretty similar in terms of fighting style: mostly offensive, tanking rather than defending. If we stay up and keep striking rather than groundfighting, the winner will be the one hitting harder. Looking at the effect of my kicks on your face, I'm gaining confidence and I reply: "Understood, I will hit harder next time". Then you come back to me and I fall for your feint. You hit my pecs and then my jaw, obliging me to take a step back to recover. Apparently, you also play smart, I have to be careful about that. Rather than trying to outsmart you, I decide to use my pure force again. I rush toward you suddenly with a loud roar, striking your pecs with my shoulder, tackling you, trying to push you against the wall of the cage before I send two hits right at your eye, looking to at least give you a black eye. The crowd is on fire, we're only starting, but we're only giving them one of the best fight they've ever seen.

Austin_C: You slam into me hard, you shoulder crashing into me as I grunt from the impact, boots scraping against the mat as you drive me back. The steel rattles behind me as my body hits the cage with a loud clang. The crowd goes wild again as your fists fly. The first shot connects hard, right above my eye. My head snaps to the side as pain explodes across my brow. I feel the skin split, blood trickling from above my eye. You swing again, aiming for the same spot, but I duck just in time, your fist cutting through the air. I surge forward off the cage, slamming a heavy forearm across your chest to throw you off, then hammer a vicious uppercut into your ribs.

You grunt and fire back with a hook to my ribs. I response with a brutal shot to your jaw. It turns to war. Blow after blow, we trade fists in the center of the cage, beasts locked in chaos. My abs absorb your punches, my fists crash into your shoulders and chest. Sweat flies, bodies collied. The crowd losing their damn minds. Then, finally, one of your hooks glances off my jaw and sends me back a step. I let the momentum carry me away, chest heaving, blood dripping from my brow. I circle away from you, putting space between us, eyes still locked, breathing hard. I drag the back of my forearm across my face, smearing the blood, and smirk. "You drew first blood, but I'm still standing. Still hungry. And you haven't seen me pissed off yet."

Darius_Deus: We are fighting like two enraged bulls. My first hit made some damage to your face, opening your brow, making the crowd roar even harder as they noticed the red line running on your face. But you immediately managed to retaliate, and as I expected, we aren't putting much of a defence, we take the hits. Hits that would have defeated most other fighters, we're taking them, and just continue to fight, using them to fill our adrenaline tanks. With one good hit, you manage to hit my nose and make it bleed as well. It's not broken, but it's still dripping blood over my mouth. As you smear the blood out of your face, I lick my upper lip, feeling the metallic taste of my blood. "Oh you're not pissed off yet?" I say with a smile on my face. I take one step closer to be able to reach your face, and rather than sending a punch, I send a slap to your cheek. The sound of it echoes through the whole arena, followed by some chuckles in the crowd. I'm still smiling: "What about now? ... Is bitch-slapping you enough to piss you off? ... I told you I wanted your best and nothing left". We're both panting heavily already, our faces are red, not only because of the blood. Our bodies are covered in sweat. The real fight is starting now.

Austin_C: The slap echoes through the cage. It's sharp, disrespectful, loud enough to cut through the roar of the crowd. My head jerks to the side from the impact, cheek stinging. And for a moment I go still. Then, I slowly turn my head back, eyes locked dead on you, a twisted grin spreading across my blood-smeared face. I let out a low, guttural chuckle. "You shouldn't have done that."

I snap. I explode forward like a wild animal let off the leash, fists flying with raw fury. I drive a savage hook into your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Before you can breathe, I throw an overhand right that cracks against your cheekbone. Blood sprays from your mouth as your head jerks violently to the side. I don't let up, driving a left straight into your nose -- CRACK -- and this time I feel it break under my knuckles. Blood pours down your face as I hammer your ribs, your template, your jaw. You stumble back under the onslaught, and I'm right there, pressing chest to chest, driving your backward until your back slams into the steel cage.

I grab your head and slam it once into the metal links, not enough to cut deep, but enough to rattle your brain and leave your face smeared with blood and the cage pattern. Then I throw a short, savage elbow that opens you above the eye, blood running fast down your cheek. Forehead against yours, I growl through my teeth, "You wanted everything I've got? Now you're bleeding for it."

Darius_Deus: I'm getting ready for a comeback, of course, an alpha guy like you can't just let his opponent slap him like that with no consequences. I crack my knuckles and take a fighting stance in front of you, ready for what's about to come ... but you're now even faster and stronger, and I'm under your fire that I cannot stop. Your hits rain down on me and they deal real damage. You manage to break my nose, open my brow and make a big blue bruise appear on the right side of my body. My face is covered with a red mask. My nickname "Matador" seems more justified than ever. I feel like I've been attacked by a bull, I'd have ended up in the same state. My vision is blurry, I struggle to stay on my feet, my whole body is sore, but I know it's a psychological battle as much as it's a physical one. As you press your forehead against mine, I smile again: "Is that ... all you've got? ... I thought you'd have more ..." I try to surprise you even more by moving my lips against yours to kiss you. Just as I planned, you move your head back in surprise and that move allows me to launch a brutal uppercut right into your chin. It's time for my comeback. After that, I grab your hair and push your head down while moving my knee up to slam your nose against it, not once, not twice, but three times to be sure that your nose isn't just broken, but completely destroyed. Then, still keeping your hair in my hand, I pull you up and hit you with a series of elbow on your mouth, looking to burst your lips and make you lose some teeth. I finally push you back to create some distance between us, for me to finish my assault with another high kick to your cheek, this one even more brutal than the first one you took. After that, I'm exhausted, but I'm almost sure that you're done.

Austin_C: Your bloodied smile catches me off guard for a second, but when your lips brush mine, my instinct kicks in. I jerk my head back in surprise -- and that's when your uppercut explodes into my chin. My head snaps back hard, jaw rattling, the taste of blood in my mouth. Before I can recover, your hand grabs my hair, yanking my head down and your knee slams into my nose. Both of us hear a crack. A burst of pain explodes across my face. The second hit follows. Then the third. My knees buckle, blood pouring from my nostrils, but I refuse to go down. Your elbow crashes into my mouth, again and again. My lips split, blood spraying you and the mat as you aim to cave them in. My teeth rattle, taste of iron filling my mouth. You shove me back and your foot whips into my cheek, jerking my head sideways with a violent smack. My whole body stumbles back toward the cafe wall, slamming against it before I drop to one knee.

The crowd is going wild. They, and you, think I'm done. You take a step forward, ready to taunt or gloat. That's when I move. I lunge up from the knee with an uppercut straight into your gut, lifting you off your feet for a split second. As you double over, I grab your waist and roar, driving you spine-first into the cage wall. The steel rattles violently as I pin you there, blood pouring from my face, fury in my eyes. "Playtime's over, Matador." I grab your waist, twist, and hurl you across the cage, your massive body crashing into the steel wall on the opposite side with a sickening clang, the impact denting the cage as the crowd erupts.

Darius_Deus: As I see you dropping on one knee, your face covered in sweat and blood, you're looking completely exhausted. You probably thought I wouldn't be able to make such a comeback after you're assault. You're ready to be finished like I finished every opponent before you. But you deserve respect for the fight you gave. I grab your head once again and ... UGH! I suddenly get hit by your violent uppercut, cutting my breath, and then, you still manage to slam me against the cage ... not only can you do that, but you can also lift me up to slam me against the wall of the cage. I yell in pain as some of the links break, scratching my back, making some blood run down my back. The crowd is on fire, they were expecting a finisher, but they ended up with something better: a brutal comeback. "Grrrr ... nice one ..." I say slowly as I force my back out of the broken wall of the cage, making some scratches even deeper, and making my back overall more painful. I still struggle to catch my breath, but I know I can't just let you continue your assault. I once again use my elbows to hit your head, this time targeting your forehead to create a nice bump. Meanwhile, my back becomes completely covered in blood, and my white shorts get a red tint.

Austin_C: Your elbows smack into my forehead -- once, twice -- making me grunt as pain surges above my brow yet again. A fresh lump swells, blood trickling down into my eye, but I don't back off. I growl, pushing through the pain like it's nothing. "Still swinging?" I sneer as I grab your wrist mid-elbow. "Let me fix that." I twist your wrist hard and drive my knee straight into your abs, folding you over. Before you can recover, I hook my arm under your neck and whip you around, slamming you chest-first into the cage wall. The steel cage shakes as your already shredded back arches in pain, your blood smearing across the metal. I press in from behind, pinning you with my full weight, one hand yanking your hair back, the other hammering short, savage punches into your side and lower ribs.

"Come on, Darius," I snarl into your ear. "Still feeling undefeated?" I drag your face across the cage just enough to scrape skin. Cruel, controlled. Then I shove your chest harder into the steel and slam my forearm across your upper back like a sledgehammer, dropping you to your knees, blood staining the mat below. I shove your head forward against the metal, palm on the back of your skull, forcing you to stay down. "Down where you belong, bitch."

Darius_Deus: After so many hits, I thought that my elbows would be at least enough to make you stop your raging assault. It would have stopped most fighters ... most fighters wouldn't have survived our mutual assault. Indeed, my hits manage to stop you. But it's only for you to get back even harder as you slam me against the steel cage, and press hard. I can see people in the front row on fire, I can even see their fucking boners on their pants. We're putting on a show worth what they paid for. I feel the pressure increase more and more, and the steel cage printing its motive on my pecs and on my face. I'm experienced enough to know that I will keep a scar from this motive over my pecs for the rest of my life. I grit my teeth, trying to retaliate by sending random kicks behind, hitting your quads and shins. But it's not enough, and the pain in my ribs becomes unbearable, even worse when you bit my back, making me yell in pain once again, and putting me on my knees. Fuck ... I hear your taunt, and I'm obliged to admit that I've never been this close to a defeat. But my ego isn't broken, the flame of determination is still burning in myself. I may be in a difficult position, but in only makes my adrenaline flow faster. Rather than sending kicks behind me, I move my body as much as I can to send heavy elbows, looking to completely destroy your abs. It's my only way out now.

Austin_C: Your elbows slam into my abs, digging in deep, sharp with desperation. I grunt, sweat and blood dripping down my torso, but I don't let go. I catch your arm mid-swing and twist behind you, wrapping both of mine around your midsection. "You just don't learn, do you?" I growl, breath hot against your bloodied neck. With a roar, I plant my feet and lift -- your massive body rising up and arching back over my shoulder before I slam you down in a vicious German suplex. Your shoulders and upper back crash into the mat, the whole cage shaking from the impact.

The crowd loses it. Steel rattles. You bounce slightly, groaning, stunned -- but not out. Yet. I get back up and grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you up to your knees and shoving your busted face toward the crowd through the cage links again, like I'm displaying a trophy. "Take a good look, boys," I say, flexing one massive bicep beside your head. "This is your king dethroned."

I turn you to face me, your eyes dazed and blood dripping down your face. Then, I bitchslap you. Full force across the cheek. Your head snaps sideways, blood and spit flying, the sound slicing like a whip across the arena. You collapse to the mat face-first. I hover over you, chest heaving. "Get back up. I'm not done breaking you."

Darius_Deus: You grab my elbow after only a few hits. I grunt in rage, feeling trapped, but relieved since you're no longer hitting my back now. I launch my head back and send a last headbutt to your face, hoping that it will make you release me. And I thought I managed to do it when I felt you releasing my arms ... but not for long since I quickly feel your arms around my waist. I wonder what you're about to do at first, and struggle to escape. But I'm exhausted, panting heavily, I just feel my feet leaving the ground. At first, I just think my head is spinning due to the fatigue and the heavy loss of blood, but in less than a second, I realise that, in fact, you're suplexing me over your head. I open my eyes wide before my upper back hits the floor hard. I can't yell in pain, I cough up some blood, and just stay down, shocked. Then you humiliate me like never before, calling me a dethroned king. This expression gives me goose bumps ... fuck no I can't lose. I have to come back one way or another. You then bitchslap me like I bitchslapped you, but at this point in the fight, it's enough to knock me down.

Everything turns black for a second before I wake up. I'm down on my stomach, feeling like gravity is ten times heavier than usual. You tell me to get up, and I have no choice but to do it. Not because you demand it, but because I can't lose. I have to give everything I have. You're a good fighter, but I won't let you win this fight. Particularly not with a bitchslap. I slowly get on all four and then get up on my feet. My whole body is shaking, covered with sweat and blood, one of my eyes is swollen, but I'm still up and able to fight "Not ... bad ... But ... not enough ... to dethrone the king". I say it with a low and tired voice, but the crowd explodes once again, seeing their champion continuing the fight. This makes me smile slightly despite the pain. I know that we're offering them the best fight they've ever had. I come closer to you and send a left-right hooks combo to your cheeks. Not as fast or as powerful as the ones we traded at the beginning of the fight, but still hard and fast enough to deal damage.

Austin_C: My head jerks from the impact of your fists, blood spraying from my lip. But I don't flinch. I stare back at you, my body soaking in every strike like fuel to a flame. I slowly tilt my head, licking the blood off my lip, smiling. "Cute." Then I step in fast and drive a brutal uppercut straight into your gut, deep and precise. You double over, gasping stunned. I then clamp one hand tight around your throat, lifting you clean off the ground in one smooth motion. The crowd explodes as your boots dangle in the air, your bloodied body struggling in my grip. "Time to send this king to hell!" I shout out, eyes locked on yours. I chokeslam you down with full force, your body crashing to the ground like a thunderclap, the ring shaking from the sheer impact. I stand over you writhing, seemingly broken body, fists clenched, blood dripping from my face as I flex over you. "I hope you ain't done yet, Matador. I'm just getting warmed up."

Darius_Deus: Fuck … even if I know that it’s part of your strategy to win the psychological warfare between us, it hurts to see that you’re almost not reacting to my punches, as if they did nothing to you. You manage to immediately retaliate with a punch of your own. I can barely flex my abs and your uppercut goes deep. Then you chokeslam me. Another slam that hurts my already damaged back. Once again I don’t yell, I just look up at you flexing again. There’s no doubt in my mind, I can get up, so I will get up. But I feel like I have less and less possibilities, you’re the strongest opponent I’ve ever faced, but there is no way you manage to break my perfect record, I’m the alpha in this cage. I get back up slowly, barely staying on my feet. I try to trap you, I suddenly fall against you, clinching you. You fall for the trap, I see the smile on your face as you think I’m done. But I prove you wrong by launching my head forwards to headbutt your face, hoping that it would hurt you more than my hooks.

Austin_C: Your head cracks in my face, landing with such a strong impact. Blood spurts from my nose, pain flaring behind my eyes. I stagger slightly... then smile. I reach up, wiping away the blood with my thumb, then smear it across my chest like warpaint. "That was cute." I send a quick jab to your nose, just enough to stun you, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head up so you're forced to look me in the eyes. "You don't know when to quit, huh? Good. Makes it more fun." With one hand still in your hair, I drag you toward the cage wall and slam your face into the steel, not just once, but twice, denting the panel slightly as blood splatters across the links. The crowd goes wild. I toss you back in the middle of the ring like a broken sack of muscle, letting you drop to your knees. I walk around you slowly, flexing over your battered form, circling like a predator. "Still think you're the alpha?" I smirk, cupping your chin with two fingers to lift your busted face. Then I bitchslap you again. Your head whips sideways from the blow, but before you can even hit the mat, I grab your hair mid-fall, yank your head forward and ram my knee up into your chin. Your body snaps backward, crashing to the mat flat on your back as the crowd erupts once more.

Darius_Deus: As you stumble back with my headbutt, I think for a moment that I’ll be able to turn the tables. But then, I notice your smile … fuck is this guy invincible? I can’t think about this question for too long as your jab stun me and my head gets slammed against the wall of the cage. The crowd seem distant, everthing is blurry, I don’t recognize any face. On my knees, in the middle of the ring, I try to get up to my feet while you’re circling me but I’m too weak now and I fall back down. This is bad, really bad. I start panic, searching a way out. That’s impossible, I’ve never felt so powerless in the cage … am I really about to get defea– my mind suddenly stop as you slap me again, turning my lights off. I wake up mid-air as I’m falling, moaning, feeling you pulling my hair. You don’t let me enough time to understand what’s happening. Your knee hits my chin, blood splashes everywhere, and I fall on my back, spreadeagled, in the middle of the cage, knocked completely out cold for the first time ever.

Austin_C: Your body crashes down, sprawled out flat on your back, arms and legs spread wide. Blood trails from your busted lip and chin, your chest heaving unconsciously. For the first time ever, the so-called "king", the so-called "Matador", is out cold. I stand tall over you, chest rising and falling, blood and sweat painting my torso. The crowd goes insane, roaring with approval, fists slamming the cage. I raise on hand high, then flex over your motionless body.

"Get your cameras out!" I shout, strutting around you, stopping near your head. "This is the moment the king got fucking dethroned." I plant one boot hard on your pec, pressing down just enough to make your chest twitch. I flex again, soaking in the spotlight, the chants of my name thundering through the venue. Then I crouch low, grabbing a fistful of your hair, lifting your blood-smeared face toward the crowd. "This your undefeated champ?" I snarl to the front row. "Doesn't look so untouchable now." I let your head drop with a thud, standing back up and motioning to the crowd for more noise. The arena shakes with energy because they all know... I'm not done. Not by a long shot.

Darius_Deus: Being knocked out feels weird. I hear the sound of the crowd from afar. My whole body is sore I can feel it, despite the fact that I'm unable to control anything. I feel stuck in my own body. I feel my back warming as a puddle of blood forms under me. I don't know what I'm doing here, my mind is empty, I can only feel direct sensations, nothing more. I feel your boot over my pecs, and I feel my pecs bouncing as a reflex. That's the moment when I'm able to open my eyes slowly. I grunt and moan in pain, unable to move. My sight is blurry, I hear the crowd louder and louder, I hear you screaming for them, even if I can't hear what you say ... I still don't know what I'm doing here. You lift my head and I look at the blurry form of the crowd, confused, what the fuck is happening ... That's when I remember ... I understand what happened. I understand what it means. There's nothing I can do anymore. I just moan loudly and stay down, still half-conscious, completely paralysed, unable to resist or fight back, completely broken, physically and mentally, as I understand that I've been defeated for the first time in my life.

Austin_C: Your eyes flutter open, unfocused, blood dripping down your face. You groan, dazed and paralyzed. The once-undefeated king, reduced to a limp, trembling mess beneath me. I crouch beside you, grab a handful of your sweat-soaked hair, and yank your head up so your bloodied face faces the roaring crowd. My grin is pure evil. "Look at him!" I roar, voice booming over the cage. "Your champion! The so-called king! The Matador! This is what happens when you step into my world!" The crowd erupts, cameras flashing everywhere. I let your head drop with a sickening thud to the mat and grab my shirt, holding it high for everyone to see.

Then I ball it up, grab your hair again, and shove the soaked fabric deep into your mouth, muffling your moans as I smother you with it and my hands. "Chew on that, champ," I taunt. "You taste your own defeat? That's the taste of reality, bitch." I push your face back down, grinding it into the mat before standing tall over your ruined body. I plant a boot square on your chest and hit the most muscular pose of my life, veins bulging, every muscle flexed to perfection. The cage rattles as the crowd goes absolutely ballistic, chanting my name. "Bow down to the new king of this cage!" I roar, still flexing, as you lie limp beneath me, broken and humiliated for all to see.

I keep my boot planted on your heaving chest for a few seconds longer, soaking in the thunderous roar of the crownd, veins pulsing as I hold the most muscular pose like a predator over his fallen prey. Then, slowly, I step off and crouch beside your battered body, grabbing your har again to pull your bloodied face up close. "You're still breathing. Good. Because I'm not done with you yet." I slap your cheek slightly, making sure you're awake enough to understand every word. "You wanted to be king? Kings bow to gods." I chuckle, flex my arm right into your face, my bicep swelling like a cannonball inches from your busted lips. "Kiss it."

Darius_Deus: I stay down, feeling sick, because of the beating I took, of course, but also because of what it means ... fuck my first defeat. And I can't even say that was because of bad luck, clearly tonight my opponent was just better than me, he beat me fair and square, even if it was close. My mind is running fast, I hear you grabbing my head and presenting it to the crowd, but every time you let it go, the impact against the floor makes me dizzy again. I suddenly feel the fabric of your shirt in my mouth, and I feel the taste of sweat invading my mouth, and the smell invading my nose ... I already smelled it during the fight, but it was nothing compared to that. I feel like I won't ever be able to erase that smell from my nose. I won't forget the scent of the first guy who beat me. It's so strong it makes my head spin. I slowly move my head from side to side, trying to put it off my mouth, but while you're still next to me, I'm obliged to suffer this, my lungs being filled with your odour. I feel like I'm about to pass out again when you finally free me ... I spit your shirt aside and take deep breaths. But you stop me by putting your boot on my chest. I see your flex from a low angle ... you look so much bigger than me from this point of you, I can't believe it. You make it even worse when you duck next to me and put your sweat-covered biceps in front of my mouth, bringing back that strong smell. I look at you when you ask me to kiss your biceps ... are you really asking it ... is there no mercy possible ... I've done that to enough of my opponents in this cage before you to know the answer perfectly: no mercy for losers. It takes me a few seconds before I close my eyes and then kiss the biceps that knocked me out cold in this cage.

Austin_C: Your lips press against my blood and sweat-soaked bicep, and a slow savage grin forms on my face. The crowd erupts, phones flashing as they capture the fallen king bowing down. I flex harder, making the peak swell even bigger against your lips. "Good boy," I say, patting your cheek with the same hand that smashed your jaw minutes ago. "That's how you show respect to the man who owns you." I yank your head back by your hair, forcing you to stare up at me towering over you, my body glistening under the cage lights like a god. I then shove my chest forward, pecs bouncing in your face as the crowd goes insane. "Now these," I growl, tapping my thick chest with a fist. "Kiss 'em. Show the whole dam world who the real king, er, real god is."

You hesitate, so I grab your jaw and shove your face deep between my slabs of muscle, grinding your nose into the hard wall of my chest. The crowd chants my name louder and louder, some even pressing against the cage with bulges straining in their pants. "Taste it," I snarl into your ear as you moan against my flesh. "That's what an alpha smells like. Get used to it." When I finally let you pull back, your face is dripping with my sweat, your pride crushed. I flex again, arms wide, and shout to the roaring arena, "THIS is what happens to anyone who thinks they can challenge me! Now, WORSHIP your god!" I shove my arm under your nose again, daring you to submit fully as the crowd screams for more humiliation.

Darius_Deus: You keep your biceps against my lips for longer, it seems like you keep it there for an hour, a shiver of fear runs down my spine. As you finally release me, I feel lower than ever, my ego completely broken. But you manage to make it even worse when you press me against your pecs ... fuck I hate it. My pecs are the muscles I'm the most proud of, worshipping another guy's pecs would be the worst for me. I know I'm not in a situation to negotiate, but still, I hesitate a moment before obeying you. You notice that hesitation, and you make it even worse, smothering me in your chest. I start to kiss and even lick these rock-hard muscles. The crowd goes insane as I do that. I've made dozens of so-called "champion" worship my pecs, but I've never worshipped anyone's. You free me but I still keep kissing your slabs, before finally letting my head fall back down ... wh-what the fuck did I just do? ... Why did I stay in your pecs like that ... I look up at you, you look like a Greek God flexing over me ... I'm losing my mind, words escape my mouth almost automatically: "Y-you're ... looking so ... fucking good" only the first row can hear my low and weak voice but that's enough for them to tap the cage like mad men. You're in front of me, and even if you don't order it, I start kissing and licking your biceps again while rubbing my hands slowly against your abs. My ego is completely broken. I understood it now, you beat me because you're the alpha. I'm just a beta now.

Austin_C: I watch you crumble, hear that weak, broken whisper leave your busted lips, and my grin is wider than ever. The "Undefeated King," reduced to this: on his knees, kissing my arms like a desperate worshipper. Phones flash, cameras roll, the whole crowd pressing against the cage to drink in every second of your humiliation. I tilt my head back and let out a deep laugh that fills the venue. "Oh, you're fucking gone," I taunt, yanking your hair back so your eyes lock on the thick wall of muscle looming over you. "You're mine now. Say it. SAY it for everyone to hear."

Before you can even stammer out a word, I force your face down again, grinding your nose and lips into my pecs and eight pack. My abs flex like bricks under your tongue as I snarl down at you. "Lick it clean. Every. Single. Inch." The crowd loses its mind as you drag your tongue slowly over the ridges of my abs, your hands trembling as they roam across my flaring lats and pecs. I don't stop there -- I grab your head and shove it lower until your nose is pressed to the deep cut of my V-lines, smothering you in the raw scent of sweat and dominance. "This is what a real god feels like," I growl, voice dripping with authority. "And you, Darius? You're nothing but my bitch now."

I pick up my tank top from the floor, the one soaked in blood and sweat, and stuff it back into your mouth with brutal force, muffling your pathetic moans as the crowd chants my name over and over. "Cameras up!" I roar to the mob as I plant my boot on your shoulder and yank your arm into a humiliating flex pose, forcing you to look like a broken trophy at my feet. I stand tall above you, throwing my arms wide in a victorious pose, looking like a fucking Greek god. "THE KING IS DEAD! LONG LIVE THE GOD!" The cage shakes from the eruption of cheers, the entire venue drunk on the sight of pure domination. But I'm not done. I crouch down low again, grabbing a handful of your hair, and press my lips right into your ear. "You're not leaving this cage until you worship every inch of me." I drag you by your hair like a ragdoll till you're back on your knees, towering over your battered body as the cameras close in for the most humiliating finale this underground fight club has ever seen.

 

Darius_Deus: I'm not even able to recover in the position you put me. Every time I feel better, in the second I feel that my body is less sore, that my vision gets clearer, that I can catch my breath, you move my body like I'm a puppet, smother me against your superior body, humiliate me enough for me to fall back half-conscious. I'm covered in sweat, but it's no longer mine, it's yours now. I'm slowly starting to understand: you're not just breaking my ego, you're completely ruining it. My reputation is already destroyed, but that's my entire career you want to end there. I'm unable to think about what I'm doing, I'm just obeying you, licking, kissing passionately that body covered in sweat. The salty taste makes my mouth dry, and it only gets worse when you put your tank top in my mouth again. You flex over me and force me to flex my biceps. You don't have to force me too much, I quickly understand what you're trying to do, and I just do it, knowing that I have no other choice, no resistance left in my body. I hear the crowd clearly, I see all their phones ... It's fucking over for me, there's no way I can be called "King" or "Matador" again in my life ... maybe there's even no way I ever get back in a cage ... even in a gym ... fuck I don't control anything anymore, I can just hope that you will have a bit of pity for me. But I know perfectly I had none for my previous opponents, and I doubt you'll have any kind of mercy for me now. The crowd is expecting something brutal, and they will probably have it.

Austin_C: I watch you trembling on your knees, gagged with tank, sweat dripping down your ruined body. The "King" reduced to a pathetic shell. I crouch in front of you, gripping your jaw so you're forced to look into my eyes, then smirk as I shove my hips forward, my massive bulge inches from your busted face. "You see that? I don't even swing that way... but if I wanted to, I could make you gag on this instead." The crowd howls as your face burns red from humiliation. I rip the gag out and slam your head down between my quads, locking your skull in a crushing vice. I flex my tree-trunk legs, cranking the hold until you're gurgling in pain, muffled screams vibrating against my thighs. "Bite the dust, bitch."

 

Your muffle screams vibrate against my quads as I squeeze harder, my thighs bulging like coiled pythons around your skull. The crowd is losing its mind: phones flashing, guys pounding on the cage as they watch the so-called king getting ragdolled between my legs. I lean forward, gripping your hair tight so you can't escape the vise, my voice dripping with pure alpha dominance: "Feel that? Stronger than your entire body. You're nothing in my cage." I release the hold, letting your battered head drop to the mat with a heavy thud. You twitch and groan, blood pooling under your face. But I'm not done. Not even close. I grab your jaw again, yanking your head up so you're kneeling in front of me, your face a ruined mess. The crowd quiets slightly, leaning in as I growl loud enough for every single one of them to hear: "Say it. Say I'm your master. Say you're done. Submit."

You hesitate, just for a second, before my massive hand slaps across your face, snapping your head to the side. The sound echoes through the cage like a gunshot, followed by an eruption of cheers. I yank your hair back so you're forced to meet my eyes again. "Try that again, bitch. SAY. IT."

Darius_Deus: You push your bulge against my face and this makes me open my eyes wide ... I've face-fucked so many guys in the cage before, is it my turn now? ... Or maybe even worse ... But then, I hear you saying that you don't swing that way and that's the best news I've head since I've been knocked out cold. However, that relief is short as you trap me between your quads. I don't resist for a long time, and after only a few seconds, my eyes roll back in my skull, and my body shakes due to the high pressure against my skull. I come. back to my senses as you release me, but it still takes me a few seconds ... and your brutal slap, leaving a red mark on my already bruised face, to understand what you're saying to me. I look up at you, there's no way out for me ... I gulp and just say the words that I know I will regret for the rest of my entire life: "I ... I am done ... I submit ... You ... you're ... the god of the cage ... You're my master ..."

Austin_C: Blood runs down your chin as you finally choke out the words: "I ... I am done ... I submit ... You..." The crowd goes ballistic, some guys banging their fists on the cage, others screaming like animals. I let out a low chuckle, then roar for all of them to hear: "LOUDER!"

Darius_Deus: My whole body is shaking, I can't stand the shame ... you're ending my career here. But I'm trapped, and I can do nothing, I'm obliged to obey: "I SUBMIT ... YOU'RE THE GOD OF THE CAGE!" I try not to cry as I scream it, but tears still appear under my eyes, fortunately hidden by the sweat and blood.

Austin_C: The chant spreads like wildfire through the underground: "AUSTIN OWNS HIM! AUSTIN OWNS HIM!" I grin, finally satisfied -- but still wanting more. I get up and scoop your limp body up and press you overhead in a gorilla press, holding you high for everyone to see, my arms bulging. I turn slowly, making sure every camera catches the shot of their former king dangling helpless above me... before I drop you across my knee in a bone-crushing backbreaker! The sickening crack and your howl of agony drive the crowd into a frenzy. Phones flash like strobe lights as you flop to the mat, twitching, completely broken. I plant my boot on your chest and hit the most muscular pose, veins snaking across my body, blood streaking my granite muscles. "I... AM YOUR KING AND GOD NOW!" I roar.

Then, I crouch low, gripping your hair once more, dragging your destroyed carcass across the bloodstained mat toward the steel doors. The crowd pounds the cage as I glance back with a smirk, my voice sounding cold and final. "Show's over, boys. What happens next... is mine alone." The heavy doors slam shut behind us, sealing your fate as the underground erupts in chaos.