Mr. Black Muscles, Darius is bursting through the skin with unbelievably ripped muscles. The premium muscle man strikes a few mind blowing poses, awaiting his opponent; he is strong, pumped and focused. In spite of Darius's insanely peaked biceps and outrageously low hanging pecs, the mouthwatering, 8 pack abs of the dark Adonis are what reel the eye in. There is no doubt that this package presents formidable opposition for any would be challengers. It would be a wonder if even Darius could inflict damage to his own rock hard body. His opponent, Bryce Barrigan, is well aware that penetrating all that muscle may be a tall task and decides to take a different approach, in an attempt to tame the man-beast that is Darius. Nonchalantly passing through the ropes and entering the ring, Barrigan sizes up the man he is meant to wrestle and vocally determines Yeah you'll do, you can be my bodyguard, let's go. Showing the savvy of a seasoned heel, Bryce attempts to pierce beyond the hard, muscled body of Darius, preferring to start in the domain where he holds the advantage, the mind. Bryce is pale, thin and wiry. His sinewy features frequently lull his muscle bound opponents into a false sense of security upon first glance. However, once Bryce begins peacocking up a bit, throwing his chest out, high into the air, and making such a commanding statement towards Darius, the seeds of self-doubt are laid, even in the mind of the cockiest muscle god.
To Darius's credit, in the midst of his bewilderment at the haughty swagger of his seemingly overmatched opponent, he firmly crushes Barrigan's request, I'm not going to be your bodyguard. Bryce is quick to lay more groundwork of self status elevation, explaining that he is not hiring a bodyguard because he needs one; rather, he is hiring a bodyguard to add to his intimidation factor. The ire growing in the fierce face of Darius is becoming loomingly present; his veins thicken in a pulse pounding pump. Bryce, pushing the limits of Darius's patience, asserts that there is no choice in the matter, Darius will be his bodyguard and will accept whatever Barrigan sees fit to pay him. This last gesture of blatant disrespect evokes a furious forearm from Darius, blasting it into Bryce's chest with a thunderous crack.
Mr. Black Muscles slaps on a hammer lock and cranks it up yelling when I say no, I mean no! Bryce begins to experience the difference between feasting his eyes upon the mighty physique of Darius and actually feeling the overwhelming strength of those muscles. The anger still building in Darius prompts him to release the arm lock in favor of a torturous over the shoulder back breaker submission; he sinks in and performs squats with Barrigan suffering in every rep. Bryce moans in agony, is placed on his feet, and is met with an agonizing, flying clothesline.
Format: avi
Duration: 25:30
Video: 1280x720, XviD, 4394kbps
Audio: 187kbps
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File size: 857.4 MB
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