The New Move
By: Trip The Deep
Joel, otherwise known as the Blue Rocket, sat in his dressing room, eager for the next wrestling match. Blue Rocket was his alias in the HWA, or Hardcore Wrestling Alliance. It wasn’t the most creative alias, but it worked and brought in the big bucks. Or at least it did a few years ago. The writers for the HWA couldn’t get a good storyline in for his character, and the audience slowly hated it. They tried to use that hatred to there advantage, but it failed.
The owner of the HWA, Craig Wells, had a small chat with Joel just a few minutes ago in his office. Joel was a muscular guy who stood about 6 feet tall. He had nice defined muscles and a small amount of hair on his chest. He kept his head shaved, he didn’t know why he did it, it just felt good.
Craig sat behind a huge desk with a multitude of items on top of it, most of it things that he didn’t need, but made his job look important. As usual he wore a deep blue suit, blue tie and blue dress shoes. When asked what his favorite color was, he usually responded green, which confused a lot of people.
“Joel, “ Craig said, “Your popularity is going down faster than ever, and we need some ideas. You have any?”
Joel shifted in his seat, he wasn’t the creative type, he just pulled punches, took some bruises, and acted like he was injured. “Uhh … not really sir. What about the writers? Can’t they come up with something?”
Craig tapped a pencil against his desk, “You would think, but there stumped also. Everything they try just fails. But you remember Bang and Boom right?”
“You mean those two black guys you just hired about a month ago?” Joel asked. He remembered when he first saw them. Both Bang and Boom stood well over 7 foot tall, muscles everywhere on there body. Just the sight of the two giants would make any man scream, or have an instant orgasm, which almost happened to Joel.
“Yea, they came up with a new move for there tag team routine. And we feel if they use it on you, it will increase there popularity and maybe yours.” Craig explained.
“And if it doesen’t?”
“We’ll find someone else to try it against.”
Joel stammered, “You mean if it doesn’t work your gonna fire me?”
Craig had a smirk that sent a shiver down Joel’s spine. “I believe it will work, don’t worry.”
“5 minutes Blue Rocket!” An aid yelled as he ran past the door. Joel stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. All he wore were blue and white spandex shorts that caressed every inch of his ass and cock. He strolled out into the hallway and made his way to the stage, on the other side of the set he could hear the massive crowd cheering, awaiting the next bout. Just then theme music played over the sound system and Bang and Boom appeared just beside Joel.
A heavy hand rested on Joel’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll know when the move is about to happen, let me and Boom do the rest.”
Joel nodded as the two giants crossed the curtain to there waiting public. The cheers erupted to roars as they flexed and mouthed comments on there way to the ring. After a few Joel’s music began to play, and he started to make his way down to the ring. The crowd mood changed drastically from the cheering to the booing that soon followed. Joel was used to this, and just went through the motions of waving and smiling and walking to the ring.
Once inside the ring, the music stopped and the bell rang, indicating match starting. For Joel it was like every other Tuesday he wrestled. Fake a punch, take a punch, lie on the ground while the opponent climbs the turnbuckle and jumps on you. During his first few days Joel would get a raging hard on while wrestling, just the skin on skin contact and all the sweat drove him to the brink of a spontaneous orgasm. But now he had learned to control his hormones, at least until after the match and he was able to relive himself.
Bang and Boom, even for being only a month in the business, seemed to know what they were doing. They knew how to play the crowd, allow Joel to win for a minute, then make a miraculous comeback. All three were waiting for the signal, usually given by a camera man to indicate to wrap up the match. And it was given, the camera man waved his hand three times.
At the time Bang had Joel in a headlock while Boom punched at Joel’s midsection.
“Now listen,” Bang whispered into Joel’s ear. “Boom is gonna go to the turnbuckle and bend over, try to make your body as stiff as possible, I’ll do the rest.”
Joel nodded as he faked a kick to Boom, which sent him to the appropriate ring post.
An announcer came over the intercom, “Looks like Bang and Boom are ready to deal the final blow to there opponent with a new move!”
The crowd erupted into cheers again as Boom spun around and gripped the turnbuckle. Bang grabbed Joel and carried him like a spear under his arm. Joel stiffened his body and made it as straight as he could. He was confused as to what the move could be.
“DROP ‘EM!” Bang yelled. Boom released the turnbuckle and dropped his tights, revealing a huge muscular brown ass, glimmering in sweat. He then gripped the turnbuckle again.
Almost instantaneously Joel’s dick rose to attention as much as it could under its confining apparel. Bang then ran straight at Boom, with Joel under his arm.
A flash of insight hit Joel, he realized what the move was going to be, but it was too late. His face struck the fleshy mound of Boom, but it didn’t stop at the crack. Joel’s head entered the quivering anus of Boom with a slick sound, the force of Bangs running forced his neck and shoulders to follow just seconds after.
Joel was shrouded in darkness and moistness. He tried to breath but all he got was rank air. He tried to pull his way out of the black mans anus but it did him no good. On the outside Boom’s eyes were closed, his knuckles almost white from gripping the turnbuckle, taking in the massive man through his ass. Bang grabbed Joel’s waist and heaved the man further along the trip into oblivion. Bang stopped when all that remained was Joel’s ass and legs, which kicked furiously.
Joel could feel himself curling up within the bowels of his opponent, the walls were sticky and gooey, and oxygen was getting less and less by the second, the more he struggled the more he seemed to be sucked in.
The crowed roared even louder with cheers and laughter as a pair of legs kicked the air. Bang flexed his muscles and prepared for the final move. He grabbed both cheeks of Joel and shoved with all his might. The blue and white spandex quickly disappeared within the anus, and soon Joel’s legs followed. All that was left was his feet, which twitched and still struggled to get out. Bang laughed, tickled the feet, and pushed them in. Boom’s sphincter closed in around the twitching toes, and nothing of Joel remained.
Boom looked down, his once muscular stomach budged out with the outline of Joel deep within his large intestine. The weight of Joel was making it hard for him to stand up straight and move around, but he managed. Before lifting his shorts back on, he let out a huge fart that echoed through the arena, marking the last sound anyone heard of Joel that night.
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Later that night Craig walked into the locker room of Bang and Boom. Bang was naked, sprawled on a couch, Boom was nowhere to be seen.
“That move was spectacular! “ Craig said, “Flawless, and that dolt Joel hadn’t the slightest what was going on! Great job guys. Where’s your counterpart?”
“ Bathroom.” Bang said “That Joel had a lot of meat on em.”
“Ah … well I’m booking another match for you guys, some amature no one cares about. Maybe you can do that to him as well.”
Boom opened the door, “Hey, would you like to see your former employee before we send him on his way?”
Both Craig and Bang made there way to the bathroom and looked inside the stool. Pieces of shit floated around the water, and some blue and white spandex shorts.
“See ya around shithead. “ Craig said as he flushed the remains of Joel down the toilet.
The End
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