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Vince Manassa was the local champ - had been for some time. At 38 he had plenty of experience behind him and on the wrestling mat he had the poise and confidence of a veteran. Still super-fit, he had worked hard over the years building up his physique, so that although only 5'9" tall, he was very muscular with massive shoulders, bulging pecs and big, melon-shaped biceps that he particularly enjoyed flexing. Weighing in at 190 pounds, his body was covered with a fuzz of brown hair.

Vince's main trouble was to find opponents. The thing was that he had a vindictive streak, and once he got on top of his man he liked nothing better than to make him suffer, and, if he was in a real bad mood he would leave his mark on the guy – maybe a busted lip, a sprained ankle, or, if feeling particularly sadistic, a separated shoulder.

Vince was one of those wrestlers who was quite happy to wrestle the gay circuit while maintaining that he was straight. `When it comes to kickin' ass, I ain't particular' he used to say. So when the local gay wrestling club said that they had a challenger for him, a young guy who had just arrived in the town, Vince immediately sensed the opportunity for an easy night's work: the story went that this guy, new on the scene, wasn't aware of Vince's reputation. When the promoter showed him the pics of the guy Vince starts to drool in anticipation: because this 24 year-old kid, by name Leroy Jones was 6'2" tall, smooth-skinned and slim, a mere 175 pounds, with a look of wide-eyed innocence. And black. `Well,' said Vince with a greedy smile, `I ain't prejudiced. I dont mind whippin' some Afro's ass.'

So it's the big night, and the championship bout between Vince Manassa and Leroy Jones is, as you'd expect, top of the bill. The crowd gives Leroy Jones a big welcome as he comes running into the arena, leaping onto the apron and saluting the crowd before vaulting the top rope into the ring. He looks even better than in the pictures: his body lean and taut, his satin-smooth black skin glistening under the lights. He's wearing white trunks and boots. And when he flashes his big smile and points his fingers at the fans, waggling his neat little ass in time to the music, the fans love it.

Then it's Vince Manassa's turn. He walks slowly to the ring, scowling at the fans; stepping up to the ring he doesn't even bother to notice his opponent, but goes into a posing routine to show off his muscles. He's wearing black boots, black trunks, with the glittering championship belt wrapped round his solid, hairy torso. Then, having handed the belt to the ref, he psyches himself up by slapping his chest and banging his head into the turnbuckle.

Leroy pays no attention to these antics, preferring to concentrate on his stretching exercises: planting the heel of one foot on the top rope, he leans forward, embracing his leg, displaying the sensual suppleness of his beautiful body.

Finally the ref calls them into center ring. As the ref starts reciting the rules – as if anyone imagines they're gonna take much notice of rules – Vince gives his opponent the hard stare. `Fuckin' black fairy,' he sneers.

Leroy just laughs. `Man, before the night is out, this black fairy is gonna kick that big, fat hairy white ass of yours.'

That's just too much for Vince. He tries to grab Leroy who neatly steps aside. Vince rushes at him again, and the nimble black stud evades him for the second time. The crowd roars with delight.

`C'mon, asshole, wrestle like a man!' Vince roars, gesturing for Leroy to come to grips with him.

Leroy gives a cheeky grin. `Anything you say, bitch!'

And they tie up in the referee's hold, pushing and shoving, which suits Vince fine, as he has the weight advantage: he wrestles Leroy into the ropes, quickly seizing a headlock. He uses all the formidable strength of his big arms to work the hold. Then just as Leroy is about to manouver an escape, Vince hiptosses him to the mat, growling with satisfaction as he leans back into the hold.

Shit, thinks Leroy, the guy is strong: I'm gonna have to get to work on those fuckin' arms of his.

Vince leans back a bit too far, and using his exceptional agility Leroy is able to throw out his long legs and capture him in a head scissors. Vince breaks free almost immediately, before Leroy has a chance to consolidate. But this time as Vince tries to regain the headlock, Leroy grabs him by the right arm and Irish-whips him to the mat, immediately taking an armbar.

Leroy knows how to work an armbar, with plenty of leverage against the joint, and Vince registers for the first time that the kid is no novice. As Vince summons up his strength to attempt to break the hold, Leroy, just one step ahead, winds up the armbar into a hammerlock and brings Vince to his feet. Five inches taller than the champ, Leroy applies the hammerlock with plenty of upward thrust, forcing him up onto his toes. Each time Vince reaches back with his free arm to try and grab Leroy, the challenger yanks the arm hard which satisfactorily brings the champ under control again.

Finally, with the skill of a veteran, Vince swings around to reverse the hold, but Leroy, quick as a flash, performs the same manouver and reasserts the hammerlock, and this time, before the champ can have a second go, trips him so that they tumble to the mat with the hammerlock still applied. And anticipating Vince's attempt to counter, Leroy starts kneedropping the arm in the hammerlock position. For the first time Vince yelps in protest.

`Ya like that, huh?' chuckles Leroy in Vince's ear. `Okay, let's twist again!'

And, grabbing Vince by the hair and maintaining the hold with one hand, he roughly drags him to his feet. `Now let's go for a walk, sweetheart.' And Leroy frogmarches the champ round the ring, gradually increasing the pace till he forces him down face forward onto the mat again. This time he scissors the right arm he's been working on between his legs and taking Vince's left arm pulls it back towards him, bending the wrist back at right-angles. Once he's made Vince squeal, he rolls him over onto his shoulder and holding the left arm to the mat with one hand starts hammering punches to the bicep.

Vince desperately wrenches his left arm free, and making a mighty effort escapes Leroy's clutches and gets to his feet. Leroy smiles and faces him. `Okay, champ,' he laughs, pushing his pelvis forward and stroking the thick rod which his white trunks can't (and weren't meant to) disguise, `wrestle like a man!'

`You fuckin' black bastard!' screams the enfuriated champ and lunges at Leroy, who with all the agility of a bullfighter dodges his attacker, while grabbing Vince's left hand and applying an armlever over his shoulder. Once again his height advantage means that the pressure on Vince's arm is intense; in fact, when he pulls on the lever he literally lifts his man right off his feet. Increasingly frustrated, Vince grabs a handful of Leroy's curly black hair, but the young stud simply throws the champ to the mat, landing heavily on top of him.

`This'll teach ya to muss mah hair!' And he unleashes a volley of kneedrops to each of Vince's bulging biceps in turn, grinding his knee in till the champ hollers. Then he gets to his feet, giving Vince a not too playful kick to the balls as he does so.

`Hey Leroy,' says the ref, `that ain't in the rules.'

`Fuck the rules,' says Leroy giving the ref a peck on the cheek, while simultaneously sinking the toe in again to Vince's crotch – which breaks up the ref – and the crowd – completely. This kid is a natural performer.

Leroy has a glow up now, his smooth skin damp and gleaming. He has plenty of time to show himself off to the crowd while Vince, sweating like a pig, his body hair wet and matted, gets to his feet, nursing his bruise and battered arms. Leroy dances around him, Muhammad Ali style, fresh as a daisy, taunting him before jumping in, taking first one arm, then the other, in a double hammerlock. Vince yelps in pain as Leroy applies the pressure.

`Submission city, here we come!!' shouts the black stud, and effortlessly hoists the helpless champ high in the air with the double hammerlock applied.

Vince's frantic scream splits the air. `Stop it! Stop it! That's enough!!'

`Say the word, asshole!'

`I submit!!!'

`That's more like it,' says Leroy, hurling his victim to the mat, where he lies, sobbing and clutching his agonised shoulders. Before Vince can even register what's happening Leroy kneels down and rips off the champ's cruddy trunks and hurls them into the crowd.

`Hey Leroy,' says the ref, `that ain't allowed for in the rules either.'

`To be perfectly honest, ref, we ain't got no need for ya now,' says Leroy. `So why dontya fuck off and leave Vincey-boy to me?' And he pulls the ropes apart for the ref to step through.

The ref hesitates, but the crowd is all on Leroy's side; so with a resigned shrug the ref does what the bossy kid tells him. Fact is, he wants to see Vince Manassa get his due as much as anyone else. Leroy returns his attention to the champ, who is on one knee, trying to cover up his exposed manhood. `Shi-it, man, ya call that thing a dick? Jus' see what ya up against, huh?' says Leroy, rubbing the swollen lump in his white trunks before slowly peeling them off, revealing the big, black prong, which is dangerously close to lift-off. `Now git up, ya fuckin' white pussy!'

Vince hits the panic button and makes a sudden dash to follow the ref out of the ring, But Leroy drags him back by the hair of his head, applying a hammerlock again, but this time in the reverse position, so that he's facing him. He can apply the hold with one hand now, as Vince's arms are weak and aching from the clinical working over they have received, so he takes the opportunity to sink some short hard punches into the champ's belly. A knee to the balls adds to Vince's problems. `You're fuckin' done for, whitey,' Leroy growls and you can tell he isn't playing games anymore – this is dead serious.

Pushing Vince into a corner against the turnbuckle, he gives up the hammerlock and delivers a vicious right to the solar plexus which leaves the champ gasping for air. Leroy then takes his time stringing Vince's arms and legs in the ropes, so that he is draped in the corner like a punching bag. Then he attacks Vince's pecs with both hands, clawing and twisting, and pulling on the bunches of wet bodyhair under each tit. Vince sobs helplessly - even more so when Leroy switches to the champ's stinking armpits, pulling out great wads of sweaty fuzz. In a fury of despair, Vince tries to free his arms from the ropes, whereupon Leroy grabs hold of each bicep, tearing and ripping the bruised muscle. That puts an end to the champ's pathetic attempts to escape.

Leroy grabs Vince by the hair of his head and leans in close, so that the champ can feel the stud's hot breath on his face. `Them big biceps that you're so fuckin' proud of - they're fuckin' useless now, man. I've been plannin' for this for a long time - seen every video of Vince fuckin' Manassa - and I worked out that if I neutralised y'arms I'd have ya on toast. Spot on, huh?'

He steps back to admire his handiwork, then lunges in with renewed viciousness, applying a claw to the face with his left hand and a claw to the balls with his right. Vince's protests are reduced to a choked gurgle from the throat and the feeble twitching of his trapped legs.

Only when he feels Vince's body sag, as if giving way to unconsciousness, does Leroy release his murderous double grip. Taking his time, he climbs the ropes until he's able to position his crotch over the champ's face. `Now get a whiff of real man, white boy!' And he rubs his sweaty crotch up and down, to and fro across the suffering face of Vince Manassa.

Finally jumping lightly back into the ring, Leroy releases Vince from the ropes, stands him on his unsteady feet, and then slips behind him to apply a hammelock again. `No, no!' whimpers the bedraggled champ, `not my arm, please!'

Leroy just laughs in his ear, and starts walking him to centre ring, his big weapon ominously slapping up against Vince's ass. `Nah, got somethin' much better in store for ya, Vince buddy.'

And maintaining the hammerlock with his left hand he places his right hand in Vince's crotch, reaching through to grab a bunch of scrotum with his fingers, while his thumb quickly locates point zero. `Here we go, baby!' roars Leroy Jones. `Return visit to Submission City!'

As he hoists the helpless champ off the mat, Leroy's big thumb penetrates Vince's hole, busting his butt, while his fingers put the screw on the scrotum. Vince's bloodcurdling scream says it all, as Leroy displays his dangling victim to all sections of the drooling crowd. `I give! I give!!'

`Say it proper!' yells Leroy. `I submit, sah!!'

`I submit - sir!!!'

Leroy drops the defeated champ to the mat on his back, then sits on him, slapping his face with his big hard dick. `So who's the champ now, ya fuckin' faggot?

`You are,' Vince mutters.

`Louder, so the ref can hear.'

`You are!' the humiliated ex-champ wails.

Leroy gives a satisfied nod, gets up and goes to the ropes, where the ref dutifully hands him the championship belt which he wraps round his muscle-hard torso. Returning to Vince he orders him to kneel before him. `Now suck on a piece of real cock, white pussy. Feel the power, black power.'

Vince makes a show of resistance, but the huge, black rod forces its way in between his lips, right to the very back of the throat. When the ex-champ is getting the hang of it, Leroy withdraws. He pushes Vince face forward into the ropes, and immediately lines up his saliva-wet cock for entry.

Vince has now reached that state when he has no control over his body: it has been totally subdued by the young black stud. His protests now, as the hot prong forces its relentless way into his ass, are reduced to mere whimpers; simultaneously Leroy has his hands on Vince's cock, pulling and massaging. The crowd is in a frenzy as they see that Leroy's assault is working: Vince Manassa is being fucked stupid and has a hard-on.

Quite a few guys cream their jeans as Vince Manassa shoots his load into the hand of Leroy Jones, even before the new champ has dropped his own generous deposit in the Manassa slot.

Not surprisingly, Vince Manassa left town after that night of humiliation. Folks say he's wrestling somewhere else under another name. But my guess is he's on a real losing streak - thanks to Leroy Jones.

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