Hard Rick and Dante

Hard Rick, local hero, enters the ring.  The fans cheer as he strips off his jacket and tosses it over the turnbuckle.

He is long, lean, and hairy, his subtly muscled chest, belly, forearms, and legs covered in a tangle of burnt sienna curls.  His hair is close cropped to the contour of his skull, and a neatly trimmed beard frames his face. 

His blood-red trunks outline his ample cock and balls and the smooth curve of his compact ass.  He doesn’t cater to his adoring fans, but quietly and methodically limbers up for the fight.

Dante enters next, accompanied by his sidekick Lil Devil.  He snubs the fans stretching their hands to touch him. 

A couple of inches shorter than Rick, Dante has smooth skin and a clean-shaven face.  He wears a black Speedo low on his waist, revealing a Marvin the Martian tattoo midway between his navel and left hip bone. 

His bubble butt stretches the lycra in back, which rides up revealing a quarter moon of white cheek.  He has the boyish intensity of a young Bruce Lee, a shy, bemused smirk perpetually on his lips.

Dante is less of a known quantity to the fans.  All they know about him is that he is from elsewhere, someplace where the language spoken is not the same one they speak. 

He holds onto the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle as he stares down his opponent. Dante is a man of few words and a sly, unfeeling viciousness.

A fourteen-year-old chemical-blond punk in tight shorts and a wifebeater shirt cut high at his midriff, Lil Devil stalks the outside of the ring with a baseball bat slung over his right shoulder, taunting spectators. 

Heavy metallic eye shadow surrounds his eyes, the only color of any kind in his complexion.

The bell rings, and the two fighters rush to the center of the ring.  Dante gets hold of Hard Rick’s left arm and twists, forcing him down to one knee on the mat. 

The ref hovers close by, looking over every point of contact between the two men’s bodies.  Dante gives Rick’s arm an extra tug and twist, causing the crowd favorite to yelp in pain.

Rick lifts his free arm and tries to relieve the pressure on the one trapped between Dante’s arm and chest.  Dante steps back a few steps, to lean in on Rick, adding pressure on the arm.

“He’s breaking his arm!” somebody shouts at the ref, who turns to the crowd, away from the fighters, trying to assure everybody that he knows what he’s doing.  Lil Devil waves his bat overhead, commanding the onlookers to pipe down.

Dante rakes his fingers cross Hard Rick’s eyes while the ref’s attention is diverted.  Rick cries out.  His body thrashes, breaking into a cold sweat.  His right arm reaches out and clutches a ring rope, and the ref turns back and issues Dante a terse warning.

Rick leans on the bottom rope for support, his knees spread, his stomach heaving as he gasps for air.  Dante presses his throat to the rope and claws at his face with his nails, his right knee jabbing into Rick’s lower back.  Rick’s body trembles against the rope.

Dante clamps his fingers high up on Rick’s shoulder, at the base of the neck.  The hold paralyzes Rick’s left arm, which curls like a withered branch. 

A tingling sensation, thousands of nerves closing up shop, stretches from Rick’s neck to the bottoms of his feet. 

Dante pulls Rick up off the ropes to a standing position and backs him to the turnbuckle.  With his free arm, Rick tries to pull Dante’s clutch away, but Dante retaliates by raising himself up on the tips of his toes and arching his shoulders to apply more pressure. 

A visible shudder passes through the length of Hard Rick’s body.

Dante presses up against his cornered opponent, chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh.  Rick raises his forearm to the bridge of Dante’s nose and tries to push him off. 

Dante pulls Rick back in and, with a vicious punch to the mouth, hurls Hard Rick over the ropes and onto the cold concrete floor.

Rick rolls to his side, nursing the sore spots on his body and trying to regain full use of his eyes after Dante’s attack.  Dante and Lil Devil badger the ref to start counting Rick out.  The ref pushes Dante away from the ropes and starts the count.

Rick uses the side of the ring to pull himself up to his feet.  When he clambers up to the ring apron, Dante charges, pushing the ref aside and grabbing Hard Rick by the ear. 

Rick falls on his back on the apron, and through the ropes Dante savagely yanks at his ear and jams his thumb up to his adam’s apple.

The ref grabs Dante by the shoulder and pulls him off Rick’s prostrate body.  Rick rolls under the bottom rope and lies on his back inside the ring, his torso gleaming with sweat and his stomach pumping for oxygen. 

While the ref is distracted, Lil Devil pokes his bat through the ropes at Hard Rick’s exposed ribs.  The fans scream out in protest, and the ref turns and sees only Lil Devil backing away from the ring, shrugging his shoulders, all innocence.

Hard Rick curls up in a fetal position, whimpering.

The ref holds Dante back while Rick pulls himself back on his feet.  But Dante won’t be restrained.  He charges ahead, tackling Rick round the waist, hurling the two of them through the ropes to the concrete. 

Dante’s on his feet in a flash, and he mercilessly kicks Rick in the ribs, the same spot Lil Devil had just attacked with his bat.

Dante pulls Rick up off the floor and slings him up against the edge of the ring, which reverberates with the impact.  Rick’s body crumples on the floor, while Dante rolls back into the ring, urging the ref to count his opponent out.

But Rick gets to his feet and staggers to the ring.  Dante smirks and calls his man in, as Rick clumsily limps over to duck in through the ropes, nursing his bruised ribcage. 

Dante charges while Rick is still on his stomach at the edge of the ring, and the ref pushes him back, both hands to Dante’s chest. 

The ref distracted, Lil Devil leaps to the ring apron and starts clobbering the back of Hard Rick’s shoulders with the bat.  The crowd is screaming, but Dante drums up a commotion of his own to keep the ref’s attention on him.

Dante complains that the ref is manhandling him and begins spitting out curses in his native tongue. 

Lil Devil spins the bat around like a baton and then drives the handle straight to Rick’s kidneys.  Rick’s whole body jerks in spasms of agony. 

Rick rolls away from the ropes, and the white-haired punk jumps off the ring to stare down the outraged crowd.

Dante blows past the ref and, grabbing the top rope in his fists, stomps Hard Rick’s gut, chest, and face.  Then he kneels beside him, his knee pressing firm on Rick’s sweaty chest, and starts choking him with his thumbs. 

Rick’s boots drum against the canvas-covered plywood floor.  The ref pulls Dante’s hands away from Rick’s throat after the five-count.

Lil Devil plays the faithful little cheerleader, screaming, throwing his arms up in the air, leaping, and finally plopping his ass up on the ring apron.  The crowd boos him and Dante and shouts out a few choice words for the ref, too.

Dante tugs Rick up to his feet and drives him headfirst to the turnbuckle. 

Rick’s hairy chest and stomach are spotted with pink slapmarks and darkening bruises. 

Hidden from view of the ref by Rick’s and Dante’s bodies, Lil Devil again interferes, sticking the bat up through the ropes to jab Rick’s lower abdomen.  A particularly low blow makes Rick scream in agony and the crowd howl in indignant rage. 

Lil Devil smugly turns his back to the ring and twirls the bat in his fingers.  A fat woman in the front row clobbers Lil Devil up the side of the head with her big purse.  The kid recoils, whimpering, and runs to the other side of the ring.

Meanwhile. Dante rides Hard Rick’s back, slamming his right elbow to the back of Rick’s head.  Dante grabs Rick by the head and whirls him through the ropes like a bale of hay. 

Rick’s crumpled body slams down on the concrete again. 

Dante pushes the ref away and jumps through the ropes after Rick.  He kicks the fallen hero in the nuts.  Then one hand clutching Rick’s beard and the other, an ear, Dante throws Rick back up to the ring, climbing in after him.

Dante kneels on the back of Rick’s legs and pulls the top half of his all-but-unconscious body up to his smooth chest. 

Torso stretched taut, the audience can read every muscle in Hard Rick’s body. 

Dante locks his right arm under Rick’s chin for a rear naked chokehold, his left hand propping Rick’s forehead.  Dante roars as he crushes his fallen adversary in his arms, thumbsize specks of spit flying out over the ring.

Dante’s roar is met with another roar from the back of the house.  Big Zed, Rick’s friend from childhood, lumbers up through the crowd to the ring. 

Zed weighs more than Rick and Dante put together, and his body is matted with thick brown fur.  He leaps up to the ring, and the whole ring quakes.

From behind Zed peels Dante off Rick’s back and sends him over the top rope with a wild roundhouse punch. 

Dante hits the floor, face first, already knocked out cold. 

Lil Devil rushes to the side of his fallen mentor, while the crowd cheers wildly for Zed, who threatens the ref with more of what he just gave Dante if he won’t back up. 

Zed raises Hard Rick’s arm in the air, even though it’s pretty clear that Rick doesn’t even know where he is anymore.

Lil Devil leaps through the ropes, swinging his bat and screaming petulantly at the hairy giant who towers at the center of the ring. 

With one effortless move, Zed scoops up Lil Devil and strips his shorts down to his ankles. 

The crowd is on its feet, not wanting to miss a second of this. 

Dropping down to one knee, Zed flings the punk over his other knee and begins to noisily spank his bare white ass.

Lil Devil screams, his pale face contorted in terror, but his voice is drowned in the clamor of the crowd.


  1. I'm much obliged! Fantastic play by play! Any story ending with a petulant kid getting his bare ass spanked in public is a winner, but this is a sweetly told match from start to finish. You rock, Joe!

  2. All the right elements are here, and intricately told. Very hot and sweet, just like we like 'em! Thanks Joe.

  3. Agree whole heartedly with Bard and David. My favourite scene is when, the "Torso stretched taut, " and can "read every muscle." I would like to read those muscles with my hands.


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