Rowdy Armstrong: A Novel — Part 2 of 2

This gallery will continue the chapter excerpted from the recently published gay wrestling novel — “Rowdy Armstrong:  Wrestling’s New Golden Boy” (available on Amazon.)  To the left are mock-ups of some of the characters appearing in the story.

In the last chapter, a young wrestling fan named Rory was watching one of his favorite wrestlers, Dyer Anderson, suffer a stiff beating from a handsome, muscular young challenger.  Will Anderson be able to fight back and teach this cocky rookie a lesson?  Stay tuned, wrestling fans…

As with the last gallery, I illustrated the action using images from a Scotty Mac match, available on YouTube.  These images are not found in the novel.

Here is where we left off:

Dyer Anderson struggled on the ropes and Rory actually felt tense for him. He loved the new guy, but knew Dyer would be humiliated to lose.

Chris wiped down his muscles, again, then sauntered over to The Champ, who was still grimacing and holding on to the ropes for dear life.

Chris stepped in front of Dyer and opened his arms up, in a pose of ultimate dominance.

BAM! Dyer hit him with a quick, HARD right to the abs. The Champ was playing possum, not nearly as hurt as he pretended.

Chris’s eyes bulged and he lost his breath. His hands cradled his abs. Dyer grabbed Enos’s right wrist with his left hand. WHAM! He buried another right into the challenger’s stomach. Chris’s butt jerked back, as he doubled over. Anderson grabbed a handful of Chris Enos’ blond hair and pulled his head back. Enos held on to his stomach and groaned.  Dyer CHOPPED him across his chest with a SMACK!

He did a pained little dance as his perfectly muscled pecs bounced. Dyer licked his lips, and couldn’t resist. He grabbed those sweaty muscle pecs and clawed them. Chris howled and teetered on his tiptoes. He pulled backward and ended up with his back against the ring post.

The Ref slapped Dyer’s shoulder and called for a break. Dyer dropped the claw and gave Enos’s pecs a backhand CHOP. The Challenger expelled his lungs with a loud “OOOF”. His red chest bounced, again, and he held the ropes as hard as he could.

Anderson leaned in, his big meaty, hairy chest up against Chris’s smooth, tight pecs, and whispered something into Chris’s ear, with a sneer.  The Champ’s thick paws were wrapped around The Challenger’s wrist, and in a split second, Enos was whipped across the ring, where his back hit the opposite ring post with a THUD!

“Ungh!” Chris was dazed and winded, again. He slumped, and his elbows hooked over the top rope, keeping him almost on his feet.

Again Dyer pressed his brawny torso against Chris’s shiny, chiseled physique. Rory saw Anderson’s big butt flex slowly, twice, and imagined that he was grinding his bulge into Enos’s. Rory’s mind was spinning, and he ached to be alone with these two wrestlers, in the ring.

The Champ stepped back, and whipped the Challenger across the ring into the opposite post. THUD!

Dyer backed away, almost to the opposite corner. He ran, with all his might, toward The Challenger. In another show of his greater experience in the ring, he was able to stop about six feet in front of Chris, just out of range of the boot that Chris kicked up to try and nail The Champ in the breadbasket. It was just an inch from making contact. Dyer smiled, and pointed at the wily challenger, then laughed, because he saw the kick coming a mile away.

Enos was still recovering in the corner. He shook his head as Dyer powered in with an uppercut to the gut that was so hard Chris’s legs flew up. Spittle flew out of his mouth, along with a howling groan. He slumped down lower, sitting on the middle rope, wildly trying to catch his breath.

The Champ pulled him out of the corner by his hair, once more. Chris tried to stop him with a jab to his stomach, but it was too weak. Dyer responded with another uppercut to the gut, as he kept a hold of The Challenger’s hair. Chris’s jaw went slack, and his eyes closed as he grimaced and held his aching abs.

Dyer scooped him up in a crotch and shoulder lift. The Blond’s abs were now against Anderson’s upper chest. He carried the muscle boy center ring, and SLAMMED him down on his back. The Challenger arched up, and cried out.

Dyer leaned down and pulled the hurting blond boy up to his feet, by his golden locks. He was so dazed, desperate, and reckless that he made another grab for Dyer’s bulge.

The Champ kept a hold of Chris’s hair, and pulled him backwards into the ropes. His big butt flexed, again.

The Ref called for the break, “Off the ropes!”

“Unhh. I can’t.” Anderson looked down to his groin that was being roughed up at the moment.

The Ref smacked Chris’s arm, “Break it!” but he didn’t release. The Ref then pulled Chris’s arm with a YANK, and Dyer screamed out as Chris’s claw was ripped from his bouncing cock and balls.

Rory was transfixed. This time he was able to see long enough to be sure that Dyer had indeed started to get an erection.

Dyer Anderson cupped his bulge with both hands. Rory didn’t even blink. He was transfixed on the Champ’s crotch.  He had to see that hard-on, again.

The Ref pushed Chris away, scolding him, but he just argued back, pointing at The tormented Champion.

The ref shook his head, saying “NO” to whatever Chris was arguing about. BAM! Dyer’s fist came out of nowhere. Chris’s head shot up, and back, and he hit the mat, back first.  He groggily looked up into the lights, and saw stars.

Dyer was right there, pulling Chris to his feet, by his hair.  Once more, he scooped Chris up in another crotch and shoulder lift. He flipped Mr. Enos upside-down, and secured him in a belly-to-belly bear hug. The crowd went crazy. This was the set-up for Dyer’s finishing move: “The Wrecking Ball Pile Driver.”  Dyer buried his face between Chris’s legs and his head moved around, as he walked his prey to center ring.

Rory squinted and wished he could see what Anderson was doing with his mouth. Dyer hopped up and dropped down, pile-driving Chris Enos’s beautiful head into the canvas. He immediately fell limp, staring up at the lights, again. The Champ rested for a second, in his kneeling position, with The Challenger’s dazed head between his knees.

He lowered himself on top of Enos, and pushed his face into the front of the Challenger’s trunks, then slowly ground his own bulge into Chris Enos’s handsome face. The Ref dropped down and pounded the mat, “ONE…TWO…THREE!!!” The victory bell sounded. “DING! DING!”

Dyer rested on top of his beaten opponent for a drawn-out moment too long. He burst out screaming, and rolled off, over to the ropes, holding his bulge. Apparently, Enos had bitten him.