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Gregory_Stein:
To say that Alex Titus and I have history might be an understatement. We have clashed in the ring a few times in the past. He is as always a fierce competitor but I have emerged victorious from most of our encounters.
However about a year ago I suffered a rather humiliating loss to Alex's brother Jakub. That loss still haunts me, and colors my interactions with Alex.
We have both recently joined a new federation based out of the Lights Out Lounge. We are two of the most physically imposing members of The League.
He has stayed out of my way and in return I am staying out of his. There was no true animosity between us other than my desire for revenge against his brother.
That all changed when I entered the locker room at the Lights Out Lounge a few days ago. I have a specific look that I consider to be iconically associated with myself within the federation. Upon entry to the locker room it appeared as if Alex was attempting to poach my particular style.
An irrational anger rose up in me but I put it down and said very little about it especially not to Alex. Best not to ruffle feathers over what may have simply been a stylistic choice for that day.
However over the next few days he continued to arrive at the LOL in this attire.
I could not allow this to go unanswered any longer. I decided to challenge him to a match to prove who wore the look better. The federation head ChokeOut decided to indulge me in what he probably considers to be a ridiculous premise for a fight.
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This is where we find ourselves tonight. Preparing to face off in the ring once again.
I arrive in the locker room early as usual. Hope to get in a quick swim to limber up before the match. Made sure to wear my favorite Fred Perry as the potential trophy should Alex win.
I finish my swim and I come back and change into my entrance gear getting myself psyched up mentally for what I'm sure will not be a complete walk in the park with Alex.
A ringside assistant comes and tells me it's almost time for my entrance. He leads me to the big velvet curtain that has been set up between the backstage area and the Ring side area. I can already hear the LOLigaggers getting excited for tonight's action.
I hear Chokes voice come over the PA system...
ChokeOut :
I burst through the curtain and begin my walk down towards the ring...
Alex_Titus:
It's been almost three months since I joined the Lights Out Lounge. I signed up to meet up with incredible competitors for training and matches. I my surprise a former opponent and rival is also a member - GREG STEIN! We had several matches during my rookie year on the independent circuit and he bested me several times in the ring.
We've kept a respectful distance from one another. But he's always around and clearly doesn't do well with quiet as he fills the time with his own voice. He's become a bit of a fashionista. Sporting his signature looks around the Lounge. I decide it's time to show the Lights Out Lounge that this Muscle Stud can do anything better than Mr Stein. I start sporting my own white polo with the LoL Logo on the chest.
Greg sees me in my polo several times. I can tell I've gotten under his skin. Then I get a note in my locker challenging me to a match in the Lights Out Lounge ring. Winner claims the other's guys signature white shirt. I accept.
Learn Choke will be the special referee for the match. I head to the LoL locker room and get changed into my LoL trunks and black amateur wrestling shoes.
Stein enters the Lights Out Lounge Ring first. I wait backstage until I hear my entrance announced.
ChokeOut :
"And his opponent, you know him and love him. He packs 219 pounds of rock hard muscle on his 5 foot 9 inch frame. Welcome Alex "THE MUSCLE" Titus to the ring!"
I exit the back stage area with my polo draped over my shoulder. Loud volley of cheers erupt from the Lights Out Lounge crowd. I raise my right arm and flex. I know how to get a crowd going in my favor. Then I slide into the ring under the bottom rope and settle in my corner. I drape my white polo over the top rope in my corner.
Turn and stare you down. "Stein I can't wait until that Fred Perry is hanging in the Lights Out Lounge Trophy case.
Gregory_Stein:
I flash you a cocky smirk and shake my head as I head towards the center of the Ring to listen to Chokes blah blah blah my rules something...
"I can't wait to wipe that self satisfied Titus smirk off your gob. Listen to The Sweet sound of you crying I give . I give. I give... again."
I head back towards my corner never taking my eye off of you and wait.
Chokes calls for the Bell...
Alex_Titus:
The bells rings sounding the start of the match.
"Only one submitting here tonight will be you Stein - or maybe I'll just knock your ass out in traditional Lights Out Lounge fashion."
I raise my arms and prepare to lock up. Start to circle and keep a close eye on your next move.
Gregory_Stein:
"OH someone's definitely taking a nap before this is finished.".
I go to lock up with you. Hoping to use my height and weight to get an early advantage.
Alex_Titus:
We lock up in a classic collar and elbow. My right hand settles on your shoulder and my left on your bicep. I plant my feet firmly on the mat and lean into you. I'm just testing your strength here a bit. Just want to remember what I'm dealing with. You push forward working your height and weight advantage. "Not today Stein!" I mutter as I send a knee up hard into your beefy six pack to try to knock you backwards and take control.
Gregory_Stein:
I was prepared for something like this. I knew you were too smart to allow me to be in control of this for too long, but even being prepared the power you bring is enough to get me slightly winded as I stumble back a few steps...
"00000mmmppphh"
The crowd roars. Excited to see two powerhouses going at it.
Alex_Titus:
My knee connects and you stumble back a few steps. Enough for me to have the space to leap high into the air and kick out my boots at your thick chest to deliver a precisely executed Double Drop Kick to hopefully take you to the mat.
Gregory_Stein:
Still not fully recovered from that knee suddenly you execute a beautiful double dropkick. The impact and power behind it are enough to make me stumble back even further and momentarily drop to one knee clutching my chest gasping for breath...
Alex_Titus:
My boots hit your pecs and I drop to the mat. Catch myself on my hands and feet and immediately pop up back to my feet. See you down on one knee clutching your chest. Head is now at the perfect height. I drive forward and as I close in raise a knee to drive a Knee Strike into your temple.
Gregory_Stein:
I recover In just enough time to see that knee coming I turn my head knowing I won't be able to block it fully and raise my hands so that hopefully my forearms will take the brunt of the impact instead of my melon.
Alex_Titus:
You manage to get your arms up and get your forearms between my knee and your temple. My knee crashes in your arms which in turn hit your head. Not the impact I was hoping for but enough that it should take you off your knee.
Gregory_Stein:
I dodged that bullet just in damn time. My forearms sting.. I hit my own head but it wasn't as bad as it would have been had it been your knee. The impact does throw me off balance I still hadn't fully recovered. I land with a thud on my back on the canvas. Guess Alex has learned a trick or two about keeping up an attack.
I know I need to get back up now! Can't let you get this much momentum this early. I kick out at your chest, hoping to connect and create a little separation so I can get back up-right.
Alex_Titus:
Momentum is on my side. I can feel. Stein knows it. And the Lights Out Lounge Crowd in attendance loves it. You kick out at my chest. I catch you ankle. "I was ready for that Stein." Then reach down to grab hold of your free ankle. Get your ankles locked up under my pits and with a loud grunt start to lean back and lift as I start to rotate. You are probably the biggest opponent I've used this on. But I work to get you full up as I turn to execute a Giant Swing.
Gregory_Stein:
You start to pull and swing, but luckily, it is still early enough in the match that I'm able to shift my weight enough so that the swing barely gets a full rotation before I am able to wriggle my feet free. It still sends me flying but, not nearly as devastating as it could have been. I'm also still fairly fresh enough and I'm able to roll out in the ring trying to catch my breath.
Alex_Titus:
I barely get in a full rotation when you manage to wriggle your feet free. You still fly across the ring several feet from the momentum of the swing but the your counter spares you from the full brunt of the move. I charge at you but you are near the ropes and slide out under the bottom rope to catch your breath on the arena floor. Chokes immediately starts counting. "ONE! TWO!......" I take the opportunity to rebuild some stamina as well. Stay put in the center of the ring. "Fights in here Stein!"
Gregory_Stein:
I slide back into the ring well away from you. I smile at you with a cocky wink. "The fight is wherever I say it is little Alex.". I begin to circle around you. A bit more cautious than before, but looking for openings... My stance solid. Possible openings but maybe I want you to see mine... "Come on little guy come at me."
Alex_Titus:
I laugh as Choke keeps counting. "FIVE! SIX!...." Then you slide back into the ring. I respond to your cocky talk. "Stein - you always think everything is about you. Surprised you keep your beefy ass on the floor and expect them to change the rules for you. Welcome back to the match." I keep my eye on you closely, hoping my taunting will get you off your guard so I can pounce.
Gregory_Stein:
I take a few quick swipes at you as we circle each other like 2 predators looking for an opening. "By the time I'm done with you tonight you are going to realize that everything IS about me."
Alex_Titus:
"And by the time I finish with you, you will realize that everything is NOT about you!" You take a few quick swipes at me but I easily dodge those strike attempts. "Too slow Stein!" I taunt as I bob back and forth on my heels.
Gregory_Stein:
I take a few quick swipes at your face and chest a little bit faster than before. Trying to get your guard up then sending a quick jab to your abs and at the same time try to sweep your leg to throw you off balance....
Alex_Titus:
You clearly are angered by my words. Good I've gotten under your skin. You come in with a series of quick swipes to my face and chest followed by jabs to my abs. I manage to lean back and evade your swipes but your jab succeeds in connecting with my six pack. I'm concentrating on your fists and miss your leg sweeping my feet out from under me. I'm flipped up and fall backwards to the mat with the Leg Sweep.
Gregory_Stein:
You fall down and I do not miss this opportunity for some payback. I quickly achieve a front mount position, trying to pin down your arms with my knees as I lean back and deliver 4 punches to your chest. Hoping to get you winded.
Then I remember that this early it might not be possible to keep you down long so I dismount and try to stomp on your wrist as I get up. At least I'll weaken your grip some. 'Wear down the muscle stud slowly' has been effective in the past.
I glare at you as I get into a fighting stance. "Come on Lexi boy show me what you got.".
Alex_Titus:
You are on top of me the moment I hit the mat. Pinned under your massive 248 pounds, you deliver a quick succession of punches to my pecs. My arms pinned down by your knees, all I can do is take the punches. I grunt with each strike. As quick as you are on me, you dismount. But you send a boot to my wrist as you stand. "Fuck'r......." I groan as I roll away to put some distance between and then get myself back to my feet, holding my left wrist.
Gregory_Stein:
As soon as you get back to your feet I closed the distance between us grab your wrist and pull you towards me tracking a quick powerful short clothes line that drives you to the mat. I keep my grip on your head on your arm and pull you back up for two more.
The final one I release sending you sprawling to the mat. Once again I stomp on your wrist, before I back off. I look at you with a big grin mischievous and malicious. "God I'm going to love destroying you. There's just something about you that makes me want to hurt you. The Germans would say you've got a Backpfeifengesicht."
I beckon you forward with 2 fingers...
Alex_Titus:
As I try to get back to my feet, you close in and send your arm in to my pecs to deliver a powerful short arm clothesline. The blow sends me crashing to the mat. You maintain a firm grip on my hair and drag me back up to deliver a 2nd and then a 3rd short arm clothesline. I lay on the mat after the third. You go back to work on my left wrist with a vicious stomp. I groan and roll back to my feet again favoring my aching wrist.
Gregory_Stein:
As you get back to your feet I immediately lunge forward go to my knees and slide trying to perform an opportunistic leg sweep to bring you back to the canvas.
Alex_Titus:
You slide forward and try to perform and opportunistic Leg Sweep. You have been trying to wear me down with opportunistic and targeted moves all match. I finally recognize your strategy. You leg sweeps toward me and I leap off the mat and allow your leg to glide under, evading your attempt. I plop back to the mat. "My turn to be opportunistic!" I lift my right foot and stomp down hard on your knee. Taking a page from your book to concentrate punishing a single joint.
Gregory_Stein:
The stomp hits hard. Some damage felt but thankfully not as bad as it could have been if I wasn't moving already. I quickly try to roll with it and get back to my feet trying to get back into a lower stance that helps protect my legs from further attacks, somewhat... It obviously slowed me down some... Though I try to hide it.
Alex_Titus:
You quickly try to roll with the stomp and get back to your feet keeping a lower stance to try to protect your legs. But that leaves other body parts open. Standing in front of you I drive my fist up under your chin to deliver a big European Uppercut.
Gregory_Stein:
I'm able to get a forearm up enough to take the brunt of the blow but it's still stings and forces me to stumble back a bit. ... Trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my arm..
Alex_Titus:
You manage to get a forearm up in front of my uppercut and it dampens the intended impact. It does take you off balance. Time to finish taking you to the mat. I drive forward and drop my shoulder. Open my arms in order to collide with you with a massive Spear to finish taking you off your feet and to the mat.
Gregory_Stein:
Still not fully recovered I do not have time to prepare for your explosive assault. Flying back and landing on my ass on the canvas. Desperately struggling to get back to my feet as quickly as possible... Gasping for air as I do so.
Alex_Titus:
My Spear takes you down to the mat hard. You remain down desperately struggling to get back to your feet, gasping for air as you do. I have no problem getting back to my feet as my latest offense and stand over you. Leap into the air in order to deliver my thigh across your chest with a big Leg Drop to keep you big ass grounded.
Gregory_Stein:
I roll away not enough to actually avoid the leg drop entirely, but enough so that I don't take the full force that would have definitely been debilitating. Reeling from the hit I'm barely able to get back to my feet before you get back to yours. Trying to catch my breath...
Alex_Titus:
My calf still hits your chest, but you manage to roll even to avoid the full brunt of my entire leg on your chest. I slap the mat in frustration and then roll to my hands and knees in order to get myself back to my feet. Your stamina surprises me as you manage to get back to your feet just before I just, albeit while working to catch your breath. I take a few deep breaths myself to rejuvenate and then raise my arms and start to circle once again.
Gregory_Stein:
I take a few testing swipes at you then I throw a big punch directed at your face but it's a faint hoping you're not paying attention so I can kick you in the knee...
Alex_Titus:
You come in what appears to be desperation, taking a few swipes at my head before you direct a big punch to my face. I can tell you up to something - but what. Then I catch you starting to lift your boot off the mat. "No way Stein." I retort as I stumble backwards to stay clear of your fists and foot.
Gregory_Stein:
You avoid my knee kick and stumble back a few. As soon as my foot hits the ground again I launch myself in you trying to return ths spear you gave me earlier. ...
Alex_Titus:
I manage to catch my footing and remain on my feet but as I do your shoulder crashes hard into my six pack. Lifting me off the mat and sending me flying backwards. I crash hard onto my back with you on top of me as you execute a massive Spear in return for the one I did on you earlier in the match.
Gregory_Stein:
I get up quickly and stomp on your hand trying to further injure that arm... Then I quickly go for an elbow drop to your chest trying to knock the wind from you...
Alex_Titus:
You take me down with your spear but I manage to brace and land on my elbows rather than flat out on my back so fortunately don't take the full brunt of your offense. You get back to your feet quickly and then I look up to see you flexing that arm and aiming your elbow at my chest. I wait. You start to drop and I quickly roll to the side in order to evade your Elbow Drop attempt.
Gregory_Stein:
At the last moment you roll out of the way. my elbow hits nothing but the canvas. I yelp in pain as I hold my elbow trying to hop back up to my feet. 'you fucking bastard' I shout mostly so that I don't let you see me in pain....
Alex_Titus:
I pull myself back up to my feet and hear you shouting. But I see you holding your elbow and know you are in some pain after missing the Elbow Drop. I raise my arms and drive in to lock up. Though it appears that I'm aiming for a Collar and Elbow - I have other plans. I grab hold of the wrist with your hurt elbow and spin behind you wrench that arm up behind your back in a Hammerlock Hold to work that elbow and that shoulder.
Gregory_Stein:
I'm caught off guard when you Hammer lock my arm and start working on that slightly injured elbow and I feel the pain all the way up to my shoulder and down to my wrist. The pain and the unexpected nature of it makes me yell out again... "Fuck!!! You're going to pay for this Titus... Aaarggh" I throw my free arm back to your ribs...
Alex_Titus:
I maintain a firm grip on your wrist, wrenching that arm up. You buck and fight but I keep your arm in place on your back as you fight and yell. You throw your free arm back and I grunt as it hits my ribs. I realize that a few more elbow jabs may be enough to break the hold, so I adjust my grip. I release your elbow and wrap my arms around your waist. I jump back as I twist, trying to take you over with me to execute a big Back Suplex.
Gregory_Stein:
The pain from the wrench of my arm causes me to shout out louder than I would have liked to. But you don't give me a chance to deliver anymore elbows because you're a smart competitor and knowing that this position is a little bit vulnerable. So you switch it up and take me over with a huge back suplex my shoulders and my neck and head impacting the canvas getting me a little bit punch drunk from the unexpecting speed in which you executing it.
A collective gasp rises from the crowd. Some words of encouragement for you and some for me..
Alex_Titus:
I muscle you over and back to the mat with the brutal Back Suplex. I kip back to my feet and see you remain a little punch drunk after my unexpected execution. I reach down and grab you by the hair to drag you back up to your feet. Then holding your wrist, I send you to the far ropes with an Irish Whip. Ready my position and have myself set up to try catch you in order to drive you back to the mat with a big Powerslam.
Gregory_Stein:
The fury of your assault continues unabated. You don't give me a moment to rest after the simplex grab me pull me up then went me into the ropes I'm still too days to resist much I come flying off the road and you catch me sending me up for a big power slam. Even though I know it's about to happen I haven't recovered enough to do much to prevent it.
Once again the crowd gasps. The encouragement for you becoming even louder.
Alex_Titus:
I catch you as you bounce off the ropes. Use your momentum to take you down to the mat, driving your back into the canvas with a brutal Powerslam. The ring actually shakes as your muscular frame impacts the mat. I remain on top of you after impact. Then reach down to hook your leg and roll you up for the pin. Referee drops in to count. "ONE...."
Gregory_Stein:
Slammed to the canvas hard. Little bit crushed beneath you as you roll me up while I'm still stunned I hear Chokes slap the canvas.
I begin to Buck and twist trying to break free when I hear that hand slap the canvas once more...
Finally I'm able to shove you off of me as I try to scramble back to my feet and you to yours. The crowd goes crazy your fans are screaming encouragement my fans are screaming encouragement the excitement level has raised considerably...
I scramble trying to get back to my feet cuz I know I'm in a vulnerable position and I do not want to be in any longer...
Alex_Titus:
Chokes continues to count as I keep you rolled up under me. Lights Out Lounge fans are cheering loudly and I hear my name echoing through the arena. "TITUS!! TITUS!!!" I'm ready for the win, but before Chokes counts three you shove me off. I slap my mat quickly three times as I look at Chokes - "You need to count faster!" then I quickly get myself back to my feet as you scramble to get back to yours.
Gregory_Stein:
I get back to my feet a little bit slower than I would have liked but not too slow. I get up before you're able to make your next move. I crouch down just a bit to get into a decent stance and then backing you forward with two fingers... "Come on Alex press Your advantage if he still have it. You almost had me but you didn't finish the deal now's your chance prove you're a closer"...
Alex_Titus:
You taunt me tell me to finish the deal. "Happy to finish you off now Stein." I've backed into the ropes. I lean back into them and use them to propel myself back at you. I fly in fast and leap off the mat you - aiming to take your 248 pounds of muscle back down to the mat with big Crossbody Splash.
Gregory_Stein:
You spring off the ropes and hop into the air for a cross body, but i'm not quite as out of it as you must think. I catch you midair...
The crowd gasps in awe at the strength. A collective sound as if to say " Whoa!!! Holy Shit"..
I quickly spin around and slam you back down to the Mat. With a ring shaking power slam. I go for a quick cover, knowing it's not quite time to seal the deal, but just to remind you now you are in for a real fight.
As I expected, you kick out after the two getting your shoulder up. I quickly scrambled back to my feet, waiting for you to rise. Assessing what damage I may have done. " How does that feeling there Alex?"
Alex_Titus:
I fly through the thinking my crossbody will finally take you out. But you shock the crowd and me with an incredible feat- catching me mid air. I buck and kick wildly as you hold me across your chest and then plant me hard to the mat with a crushing powerslam. You go for a quick pin. I’m down but it will take more than a single power slam to take me out. I easily throw my shoulder up to break the pin but remain down in the mat trying to shake off the full impact of the powerslam.
Gregory_Stein:
I keep up the pressure I quickly jump up trying to deliver a elbow drop in your chest and keep you winded... I shout as I descend "Yeah baby take it like a fucking man."
The crowd is silent almost as if they're holding their breath...
Alex_Titus:
A well placed elbow delivered to my chest achieves your goal and keeps me grounded, clutching my chest.
Gregory_Stein:
You grown and grunt loud. The crowd cheers wildly. Some screaming for you to get up Some screaming for me to keep you down.
I do not let this opportunity pass me by I quickly kick you in the ribs to flip you over on your back and go back to work on that arm and wrist trying to weaken it further. Take those big guns out of your arsenal hopefully...
Alex_Titus:
I remain grounded and flipped over onto my stomach with a sharp kick to my ribs. Face down you grab hold of my wrist and wrench back my arm with an Armbar. I groan as you settle on top of me to keep me down under your weight as you torque my shoulder. I groan in pain and buck and kick to try to throw you off balance and knock you off me.
Gregory_Stein:
I increase the pressure and torque on your shoulder and the elbow joint trying to get some real pain that might be lasting throughout the rest of the match. "A one armed man is a lot easier to beat senseless. Let's really fuck this sucker up... "
I rise just slightly wrenching that arm back even further and then I drop down so that my knee dries into your back and spine and then I keep grinding that knee in while still pulling back trying to fuck that arm up....
Alex_Titus:
I howl in pain as you drive your knee into my spine to keep me subdued under you on the mat while you continue to work my arm. My shoulder feels like it could pop from the joint. I continue to buck and kick the mat with more fervur trying to throw you off. I then eye my out and stretch my free arm forward and try to get hold of the nearby bottom rope.
Gregory_Stein:
I grind my knee in even further as you start bucking and trying to twist, reaching for the bottom rope. "Squirmy little fuck you are.".
But I can sense you pulling so I shift my weight a little trying to get a better pain inducing place to put my knee. The crowd gives a collective groan as I try to keep control as you buck and yowl...
Alex_Titus:
You shift your weight and grind your knee deeper into my back. I howl and continue to buck under you. "I'll show you a squirmy little fuck....." I dig down deep and thrust my hips up with as much force as I can muster to hopefully finally throw you off.
Gregory_Stein:
As I try to shift my weight you summon some of that strength you're well known for and are able to toss me off of you I lose my grip on your arm as I try to scramble back up to my feet...
Alex_Titus:
You lose your grip on my arm and quickly crawl forward and get myself back to my feet. I turn and see you scrambling to do the same. I rush in full force as you get yourself upright and raise my arm to deliver a big Lariat Clothesline across your beefy thick chest.
Your clothes line connects with the impact that feels like a hammer just struck my throat. I guess for air as I'm thrown off balance and fall hard to the match.
Clutching my throat in pain while the audience cheers for you the crowd supporting you becoming louder and louder.
Alex_Titus:
My clothesline achieves my goal and knocks your big ass down to the canvas. Crowd now fully in my corner and chanting loudly. “Titus!! Titus!!” I know I need to keep you down so I stand next to you and leap off the mat to drive my leg across your throat with a Leg Drop.
Gregory_Stein:
I'm able to move just enough set that instead of across my throat, your leg drops down on my chest. The impact it creates a loud thud, then reverberates around the arena. But luckily, the movement made it a lot less destructive than it could've been. I'm still slightly winded as I try to struggle back to my feet. Get to my hands and knees trying to push myself up...
Alex_Titus:
My leg connects but with your chest instead of your throat so the damage is minimized. I scan angle and get back to my feet. You get yourself to your hands and hands. I raise my arms and deliver a thundering Axe Handle blow to your back to try to flattening you face down on the mat.
Gregory_Stein:
Your axe handle strikes my back like a jackhammer, no matter how much I try to suppress it, I can't not yell out in pain. The force drives me back down onto the mat with my face down groaning in agony...
Alex_Titus:
I immediately take full advantage of your downed position. I drop my ass down onto your lower back and sit with my legs straddling your sides. You know what's coming next. I grab your massive arms and haul them up to drape them over my thighs and then finally lock my hands around your chin. I lean back to haul your chest up off the mat as I wrench that back in my signature Camel Clutch.
Gregory_Stein:
I immediately start to buck and twist trying to use my legs to push up to throw you off. twisting my upper body trying to free an arm.
Twisting and bucking as much as possible before you can fully lock in.
Alex_Titus:
You start to twist and buck - but I’ve used this signature submission move on hundreds of wrestlers and manage to get you muscled into position. Lean back with your chin locked and bend you up in the hold. “It’s submission time Stein!!”
Gregory_Stein:
still relatively fresh I begin to push up and back moving you forward using my legs and twist my body enough to hopefully toss you off. "Not this quick Titus. You ain't done enough to keep me in this long enough.". I lean to one side. Getting a hand on the ground giving me extra leverage to push or twist you off of me before you can do any real damage....
Alex_Titus:
You manage to get you legs up under you and shift enough to the side and throw me off balance. Your hand on the ground adds to your leverage. So I don’t fully loose balance, I release your chin and roll to the left so I can work to get back to my feet.
Gregory_Stein:
I finally am able two muscle my way out. It doesn't automatically leave you open, when I know I didn't wanna stay there any longer in that hold. I run my back as I scramble back to my feet. Trying to get up to a vertical base, before you can. " You got some fucking power, I'll give you that."
Gregory_Stein:
" But I ain't done just yet."
Alex_Titus:
I get back to my feet as do you. “I’m not done with you yet either!!” I launch myself at your muscular frame and intend to show you my power by driving you back to the mat with a big Spear.
Gregory_Stein:
I see are you coming and I try to scramble out of the way hoping I can avoid it entirely...
Alex_Titus:
You try to scramble but I'm coming in too fast. I drop my shoulder and wrap my arms around your waist. My momentum easily takes you off your feet and you fly backwards to the mat after my Spear hits perfectly. I land hard on top of you. Push up to my knees over you. "That's for breaking free from the Camel."
Gregory_Stein:
I'm practically thrown across the ring then the added impact of 220 lbs of Titus muscle on top of me. Luckily I'm able to have enough where with all to know I need to create some separation. I roll under the bottom row outside in the ring catching my breath.
Still panting a little bit taking deep breaths I motion you with two fingers "Cum get me little boy. This is where da big boys play"
Alex_Titus:
My spear takes you out and you crash into the mat under me. I push up off of you and your immediately roll left and slide out of the ring under the bottom rope. I push back to my feet to see you standing on the arena floor. Taunting and daring me to join you outside the ring. "Little boy!!! This man will show you how the big boys play." I get a running start and leap over the top rope at you. Aiming to drop your cocky ass to the floor with a Flying Crossbody Splash.
Gregory_Stein:
I set myself strong knowing exactly what you're planning hoping that I'm recovering enough to pull this off... I'm trying to catch you in midair menu and drive you straight on your back to the floor outside the ring with a spinning powerslam. Trying to add 240+ lbs to the impact.
Alex_Titus:
I fly through the air at you, readying myself to drop you to the mat with my Splash. And then you manage to pull off the impossible. You catch my 219 pounds of muscle in the air and use my momentum to drive me hard to the concrete floor. I howl in pain as my back is driven into the hard floor. The wind knockout of me and my back on fire at the same time after you counter my Splash attempt with a brutal Powerslam to the arena floor.
Gregory_Stein:
I don't waste any time I know that this is an opportunity to inflict some real damage that might prevent you from using some of your very important tools that you have in your arsenal.
Before you can get up I stomp on your wrist with one foot then drop down trying to drive my knee into those big biceps that have been making trouble all night
"let's see how a one armed man fights". I snarl as I try to get a arm bar/stretch locked in. One foot on your ribs one on your neck. Trying to pull back and weaken that arm further.
The whole time we're out there Chokes is doing a count but it's so slow you can probably order a pinfall from Uber eats and have it arrive before he gets to 10.
Alex_Titus:
With me down on the concrete floor, you decide to transition your attacks and concentrate on a body part. You declare you want to see how I fight with one arm. After a big stomp to my right wrist followed by a knee to right bicep, you grab my right arm and lock in an armbar to stretch out my arm. You wrench back my arm with your boot in my ribs to wrench back my arm. I buck and kick and try to pull my free as Chokes continues his count.
Gregory_Stein:
I lean back further, pushing against you with my feet while pulling on your arm. I also add a twist of your wrist for a little bit more pain and pressure pulling on those joints and ligaments. "Damn these guns are impressive Alex. Unfortunately I'm gonna really fuck up all your hard work."
The nearby crowd pushes against the barricade. Shouting loudly. Chokes, with all the enthusiasm of a tired orangutan, tells us "C'mon guys bring it back into the ring"
Alex_Titus:
You continue to work my right arm. I work to roll into your armbar to lessen the distance so I can swing my free an land a blow to your chin to allow me to pull free.
Gregory_Stein:
When I see you start twisting and give your arm and the rest one final pull and push and twist and then quickly release sliding back and trying to hop up to my feet as quick as possible. "That arm can't feel great huh, Lexy?"
Alex_Titus:
As Chokes approaches his ten count you finally release my arm try to hop back up to your feet as quickly as possible. I do the same, but holding my right elbow. I slide back into the ring under the bottom rope before the ten count.
Gregory_Stein:
I get back into the ring away from you look at you as you hold your arm and give a big smile that has a bit more maliciousness behind it then you normally see from me. "Damn that looks like it hurts Champ."
Circling around you in a finer stance closed but not too closed. Fairly open to whatever you might attempt
Alex_Titus:
A rub out my elbow. "It's fine!" I grumble. You start to circle and I match your stance. You are close but not too close. But close enough for me go on the offense. As I spin and drop to lift my leg toward your temple to deliver a Spinning Toe Kick to rock your noggin.
Gregory_Stein:
I'm able to spin my head just enough that you don't get the full on kick instead you get my shoulder and still throws me off balance now as I let out loud "OOOMP"
Alex_Titus:
My kick lands but hitting your boulder of a shoulder instead of my intended target of your temple. I boot bounces off, but I manage to keep my footing. See you are off balance now so leap off the mat and aim my boots at your chest, hoping a double drop kick will finish the job to get you down.
Gregory_Stein:
Before I can get back to my feet firmly you keep me off balance with for a man of your size a very impressively executed double dropkick I stumbled back into the ropes rebounding a little bit trying to catch my balance...
Alex_Titus:
My boots hit perfectly and I drop to the mat and catch myself on my hands and feet. The impact jars my aching right elbow a bit but I work to shake it off as I push back to my feet. I expect to hear you crash to the floor but only hear the ropes rattling.
Gregory_Stein:
I'm able to regain my footing enough and when I do so I decide to launch myself at you trying to return the spear you gave me earlier..
Alex_Titus:
I turn and see you coming in fast and strong. I try to dodge but you are barreling in to fast for me to get out of the way and I'm taken off my feet and sent flying across the ring with your big Spear. I crash hard on my back and you crash on top of me with your 248 pounds of muscle.
Gregory_Stein:
After the impact I try to scramble back to my feet and stomp on the wrist of the arm I've been working on frequently. "Let's see exactly how much I can fuck this beautiful bicep up"
Alex_Titus:
I'm down on the mat and struggling to catch my breath after the wind got knocked out of me. You add injury to injury by stomping my right wrist again as you get back to your feet. I howl in pain as I reach for the ropes with my left hand to get myself pulled back to my feet.
Gregory_Stein:
Seeing that I inflicted some pain I once again try to kick your bicep hard to keep that injury fresh...
"Cmon let's see how a one armed man fights a fight, baby..."
Alex_Titus:
You try to kick my bicep as I get back to my feet. I see it coming out of the corner of my eyes and spin along the ropes to stay clear of your boot. You kick attempt has you a little off balance. I take advantage. I come around to your back and jump up onto you wrapping my thick muscled arms around your bull neck. I lock in a sleeper. "Nap time Stein!"
Gregory_Stein:
I start to feel your arms wrapping around my neck I know that with your strength I do not have very long before this becomes extremely untenable. Thankfully our proximity to the ropes allows me to take the few necessary steps towards the turnbuckle and with you clinging to my back I try to drive back into the turnbuckle repeatedly to get you to weaken your hold and at least enough for me to pry your arms loose and get out of the sleeper... "Grrrghhhg"
Alex_Titus:
I clamp down even harder to squeeze your bull neck in true Lights Out Lounge fashion. You start to stumble - or at least I think you are. But your canter is a calculated movement backwards. As we close into the corner you drive back and my back crashes hard against the turnbuckles as I'm crushed between your massive frame and the corner. My arms fall lose from your neck and I fall back into the corner.
Gregory_Stein:
Instead of going back on the attack fully once I have you loosen your hole I throw back an elbow and get your ribs then take a few steps forward and turn back to face you hoping I do so faster than you can recover... "Nice try Alex but not good enough". I say just a little bit winded as I shake my head and sweat flies from my matted hair.
Alex_Titus:
An elbow back into my ribs finishes breaking my sleeper hold. I remain in the corner as you step forward and walk away. You tell me that was a nice try. We are both a little winded but I still have fight in me. I climb up onto the middle ropes. As you turn to face me, I leap off the middle rope at you to take you to the mat with a big Crossbody Splash.
Gregory_Stein:
Caught off guard as I turn to face you. Obviously wasn't expecting that quick a recovery. Leaves me absolutely no time to do anything other than open my eyes in wide shock as your body drives me to the canvas. The entire ring shakes with nearly five hundred pounds of muscle stud Impact.
Any collective 'whoooaaaa' comes from the crowd before they begin to chant for you to continue, and some for me to rally....
I'm a little too busy being crushed under 220 plus pounds of Alex. Titus, can you much more then?Mildly grunt at the impact.
"Aaarrrgggh"
Alex_Titus:
I fly through the air, and I know instantly that my Crossbody splash has taken you off guard and by surprise. My muscular body crashes into yours, taking you down to the mat. You let out a big grunt as I land on top of you. Then I push up off your chest and get back to my feet. for good measure I give your ribs a sharp kick to the side to keep you grounded.
Gregory_Stein:
I barely have time to process the splash and the impact with the canvas before suddenly being kicked viciously in the ribs. Almost all of the air immediately rushes out of my lungs. Spit flies from my mouth.
My howl of pain is almost as loud as the sympathetic 'OOOOH' that the audience gives...
Alex_Titus:
Audience ooohhh's in sympathy with your howl in pain. I know I need to keep up my momentum. I grab your ankle and flip you over onto your stomach. As I do I settle my ass down over yours to lock in a Single Leg Crab. But I don't stop there. I reach down and grab your chin to lock in my signature Titus Clutch - a Crab Camel Combo. Lights Out crowd starts cheering watching me subdue you under me in the submission hold.
Gregory_Stein:
Once again, you're quick, smooth transitions. Keep me off my game, allowing you to lock in a hold I've seen you use in numerous matches, but never had the painful pleasure of experiencing for myself.
The shock of the pain makes it impossible for me to suppress a loud grunt of pain. I howl out as my body is bent. In ways, bodies are not meant to be bent. Then, my face steals as I try to my backs of pain, and oh change my positioning to hopefully press out of this hold
The crowd that supports you is ecstatic. Stomping their feet, yelling, shouting out encouragement. Chanting your name.
My faction tries to yell encouragements, but your side and their sheer volume drowns them out for the most part.
Alex_Titus:
You grunt loudly as I stretch you out in the painful hold. Lights out Crowd going nuts watching you squirming and bucking under me in my signature finisher. "FUCK.... I bet you look hot subdued under me. Hope the Light Out fans are getting some good photos. Come on Stein - let me hear a submission and maybe I'll let you go. SUBMIT!!!" Flexing my biceps to keep your big ass locked in, which is starting to take a toll of my left arm which you targeted earlier in the match.
Gregory_Stein:
It's incredibly subtle but all my senses are in overdrive right now hypersensitized because of the pain shooting through my body, but I sense a bit of a twitch. The barest tremor in that powerful arm that's causing me so much pain right now...
"Fuck you Titus!!!" I roar like a wounded boar... Then I twist and push and pull forcing that arm to readjust and apply more pressure I hope it can't sustain...
"Fuck you!!!". I try to press up as I'm twisting hoping to get that arm loosened and weakened so I can escape this hold I definitely don't want to be in any longer...
"FUUUCK YOU!!"
Alex_Titus:
I continue to work to keep you subdued in my finisher - but I can feel my arm starting to give way. But you prove to be more resilient than my arm is going to be able to hold out on. You press up as your twist and start muscling yourself free. I try to keep a firm hold but you flex your leg free and my hand starts to slip from your jaw. Thinking quickly I forward roll to pop back up onto my feet across the ring. Giving me some time to nurse my elbow while you get back to your feet.
Gregory_Stein:
I feel that sweet sweet relief as you release and roll away feeling the ring bounce knowing I mean you got back to your feet. My instincts kick in and I roll away from you getting to my knees facing you. starting to rise, I look over keeping an eye on you notice you nursing That elbow and can't help when smile.
"Awww did widdle Alex overestimate what he's capable of absorbing,? That looks like it hurts bubba". I give you a grin that is mischievous but it's also designed to mask most of the pain that I am in as I get back to my feet....
Alex_Titus:
"This muscle is more than capable of absorbing punishment and then dishing it back out Stein!" I crack my neck and raise my arms and start to circle.
Gregory_Stein:
You start to circle and I know i need to keep at you. No rest for you... even if it means none for me either... i launch myself forward
Trying to bury my shoulder in your stomach to hopefully take you back to the ground. ....
The crowd gasps... holding its collective breath waiting to see the impact or maybe your avoidance. They seem undecided which they prefer...
Alex_Titus:
As I start to circle you surprise me with a bound of speed toward me. I expected the same old lumbering but you drive in fast and strong and drop your shoulder to bury it in my six pack to deliver a crushing Spear. I'm taken off my feet and I fly backwards through the air and crash hard on the mat with your 260 pounds of bulk on top of me.
Gregory_Stein:
I feel that impact and the only way to describe it is satisfying. I feel my body crushed down on top of you and imagine that there is a huge outpouring of air from your lungs even though I know it wasn't quite as much as I imagined.
When I can't let myself get lost in pride for this spectacular delivery. Can't waste a moment patting myself on the back for bringing a powerful stud like you to the canvas....
I scramble and decide and I need to keep up wearing you down even more. That arm presents a unavoidably appealing Target and I grab that wrist plant knee in your back
. And start cranking and twisting even more...
I practically howl out "Scream for me Alex."
The crowd roars with excitement. They're pounding feet almost shaking the ring. The rhythmic chanting of my name almost giving me a hypnotic focus on extracting those screams from you...
Alex_Titus:
After taking me down with the spear you waste no time in transitioning me into a brutal Armbar hold. You pin me face down and kneel over my legs to keep them pinned in place and then grab hold of my right wrist. You force my arm up backwards and wrench my already hurt shoulder and elbow. I howl.
"AAAAHHHHH" as you work my arm over and desperately reach for the nearest ropes to break the hold.
Gregory_Stein:
I continue to crank back on that arm hold. Trying to prevent you from reaching the ropes. And adding that stressing pulling back on the arm and twisting the wrist to strain the ligaments in the entire arm and put pressure on the joints and elbow and the shoulder.
The crowd roars and it pushes me further. A broad grin appears on my face.
"This big old muscle arm of yours a new and you're much good now is it little Alex?"
Alex_Titus:
I continue to groan in pain as you increase the pressure to my elbow and shoulder as you wrench my arm up my back further and further. I buck and twist as I continue to try to work my arm free. My twisting and fight has shift us closer to the ropes. I stretch my fingers but we are still a little under a foot short for me to reach them.
Gregory_Stein:
. I just keep cranking back on that arm twisting that wrist so there's strain all the way down from the fingers and shoulder. I'm not normally cruel and I don't particularly even dislike you but I chuckle to myself watching you in pain.
I growl. Loud and animalistic as you reach for the ropes. "Nah that ain't gonna save ya baby.". I crank back further on your arm. Relishing my control.
Eyes lit up with predatory fire as I sniff the air. That heady whiff of testosterone heavy musk... So thick I can taste it. Like a gift from the ancient gods. The ones who celebrated power for its own sake.
You feel a shift in my control points. A brief relief in your back and arm as I growl...
"I know what it takes to built a gorgeous body like your's Alex.". I flex for the crowd...
"You're a damn work of art. Lexi... So part of me feels bad for doing this to you, but sometimes destroying a thing of beauty IS its own form of art."
Then the pain returns once again. Electric jolts of pain down your arm. Then an even bigger one shooting up your spine as I bring my knee back down onto your lower back. 240+ lbs crashing down and grinding ...
Alex_Titus:
I howl in pain as you work my arm and nearly dislocate my shoulder. No one has ever isolated and worked my arm like this before and It's bringing me to the brink of submission. I raise my free hand and ready to slap the mat when you bring your knee down into the small of my lower back. I howl as you add punishment to my back to my arm. Unable to take any more punishment and at risk of permanent damage to my shoulder and elbow, I starting tapping the mat in submission.
Gregory_Stein:
You of course can't see it when you do experiencing a slight shifting of my weight as you begin to furiously tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Moments later you feel the relief of me releasing your arm letting the nearly useless member flop to the ground I keep my knee in your back momentarily but shortly after I release your arm you feel something wrapping around your throat I'm pulling you back
One of my friends ringside has toss your Polo into the ring you tapped I guess I should call it mine and I am wrapping it around your throat pulling you back towards the center of the Ring and up onto your knees as I tighten it's vice around your neck.
Alex_Titus:
You hold the arm bar for several more seconds after I tap add some additional punishment to my hurt arm. You release and I fall to the mat. I'm not down for long before I feel a shirt wrap around my throat. I know instantly it's my white LoL polo. I grab the fabric to limit the pressure on my throat as I'm pulled up to my knees. You tighten and I cough as the polo digs into my windpipe. Struggling to breath as I'm being choked out with my own shirt.
Gregory_Stein:
Just to add to the mix, I plant my knee in your back and just grind and push while I keep tightening the choke with your own shirt. The fickle LOL audience howls and starts chanting...
CHOKE
CHOKE
CHOKE
Gregory_Stein:
I lean forward and snarl in your ear "you know I got to admit you actually did look really fucking hot and when you were wearing this shirt... But you look even hotter when I'm choking you out with it."
I lick your ear and give it a quick not to forceful bite as ChokeOut rushes over to check on you.
. You start to drop your arms but still are aware enough that you can bring them back to try to pull the shirt to allow some breathing. Your efforts are getting less and less powerful with every passing moment.
Alex_Titus:
I remain on my knees with my shirt pulled deep into my throat. Coughing and struggling to breath. I buck and try in desperation to pull away. Vision starting to get blurry. See Chokes in next to me checking on me.
. You can't see much of anything I'm sure, but I'm grinning like a maniac as your arms slide down and limply hang at your side.
Gregory_Stein:
As ChokeOut lifts your arm to see if you are still conscious I growl "Whether or not I wore it better is fucking irrelevant now Alex... What really matters is that I'm definitely better at using it for a choking implement... A fronte praecipidium a tergo lupi, baby"
Alex_Titus:
I continue to struggle and fight to get free until all goes black. My bucking stops as I’m put out with my own polo shirt. Chokes lifts my arm and it flips back to my side. He lifts it again……
Gregory_Stein:
I see that arm drop a third time and I'm a little bit disappointed that you can't see the smug self-satisfied grin on my face, but it's there...
I release the grip and let you slump to the ground...
The crowd begins to chant and stomp their feet...
. David and Scott, the Medical guys. rush in to check on you.
I toss your shirt towards my corner as I turn to the crowd. I hold my arms wide as I shout "Yall know what happens next right"
With the practiced air of a well founded tradition, they begin to Chant...
"CHOKE A BITCH"
From one side.
"HYDRATE A BITCH"
Comes from the other... a call and response repeated and accentuated with the reverberating echoes of stomping feet.
I call out with my arms held wide... "Well LOLigaggers... i did the 1st part. Now help a brother out with the second."
Suddenly a rain of water bottles are lobbed into the ring...
I pic up one and empty it. Then I grab another and set it on the ground next to you where David and Scott are guiding you back to consciousness.
Scott gives me a brief nod and returns to his duties.
I leave the ring as the call and response continues... tucking your polo into the back of my trunks. I hold my hangered Fred a bit higher as I turn to the crowd and grin...
Question finally answered i exit the room...
Published: 10 days ago, viewed 149 times.
The Tattooed muscle Brawler
7 days agoThis match is a textbook Lights Out Lounge heavy hitter showcase. What started over a vanity dispute who rocks the signature white polo shirt better rapidly devolved into a brutal, high yield power display. As both a brawler and ringside medic, I loved watching 240 + lbs of Greg Stein collide with 219 lbs of Alex Titus. The sequence pacing is relentless, the back and forth counters feel earned, and the climax pushes past pure sports entertainment into raw villainy. Greg’s relentless focus on Alex’s right arm, wrist, and bicep gives this match a compelling core story. From stomping the wrist during ground mounts to locking in twisting armbars on the arena floor, Greg systematically works to strip away Titus’s primary weapon. The high risk spots hit with serious visual force. The standout moment of the match is Greg catching Alex's flying crossbody mid air on the outside concrete floor and driving him down with a spinning powerslam. That spot alone established the high stakes of an unsanctioned LOL brawl. The dialogue throughout captures both men's personalities perfectly Stein's arrogant, methodical sadistic streak vs. Titus's explosive, crowd pumping resilience. The call and response ending ("CHOKE A BITCH / HYDRATE A BITCH") anchors the match deeply into Lights Out Lounge lore. This was an electric match with great heat, authentic power grappling psychology, and an iconic ending, this piece goes from a great roleplay post to an absolute masterpiece. Excellent guys
hotmuscle
8 days agoWell done guys. Great scene and visuals. You both look good in whatever gear you put on.
Freaker
9 days agoApparently, wearing another man’s signature look at the Lights Out Lounge is enough to start a full-scale wrestling war! Gregory Stein and Alex Titus turn a disagreement over two white polo shirts into a wonderfully personal battle packed with pride, sharp taunts, heavy impacts and clever strategy. Alex brings speed and explosive technique, while Gregory methodically searches for the weakness that will let him take control. Their history gives every exchange an extra edge, Whatever the final answer may be, both men wear rivalry exceptionally well! Thanks to Gregory Stein and Alex Titus for publishing this fiercely competitive and highly entertaining fashion war in The High Table!
Gregory Stein
9 days agoAlways happy to be as Greg as I can be. Them that gets it gets it. Some fights have to happen because evil must be stopped... And some fights are equally compelling as fashionista territorial pissings. Much props to Alex for embracing a match that started off with a very 'Greg as Greg' premise. He stepped up to the plate and I am grateful to him for it. Alex consistently produces material worthy of occupying my head space...
Jason Lundquist
9 days agoThat was a hell of a match guys. Excellent action, great images, strong characterization, and momentum shift after momentum shift. Hot and lively, occasionally brutal. Alex, you showed skill, athleticism, and the spirit of a warrior. Unfortunately--as I know from experience--against Greg that isn't always enough. Greg, you've done it again. You're stronger and tougher than you look, which is a serious problem because you look strong and tough as hell. And you know how much I like Greg being Greg, and this match is full of that. Well done guys. A great addition to the LoL fight catalog!