#fullnelson

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))

Rei’s grin sharpened as he suddenly dropped his weight, bent his knees, and twisted his hips. Eric’s pressure met open air. Before Eric could compensate, Rei pivoted beneath his own captured arms, snapping his head low and spinning behind him in a single fluid surge. Eric’s eyes widened at Rei's speed and agility. His hold was gone, replaced by a blur of movement. Then he felt it. Rei’s arms hooked under his, hands locking tight behind his head in a mirror image of his own hold. The full nelson was reversed. Rei’s forearms wedged upward with brutal precision, catching Eric’s neck and shoulders in a sharp torque that forced his chest open. He planted his boots and pulled, muscles corded and alive as he hoisted Eric up, lifting him off the mat by sheer upper-body power.

Eric’s boots left the canvas. For a heartbeat, disbelief crossed his face. The realization of being suspended in the air hit with the stretch, his traps and neck screaming under the pressure as Rei’s arms cranked tighter. Eric tried to break free but found himself struggling with no leverage while he was left dangling in Rei’s hold. Eric was immediately impressed with how controlling the full nelson was when the one in the hold was lifted into the air. He could feel his own weight being used against him as the strain immediately started pulling on his neck and shoulders.

Rei locked in, his stance solid, back straight, every muscle from calves to forearms engaged in perfect coordination. His chest and core pressed into Eric’s back as he leaned in, forcing him forward into the hold. The strain poured through both men as a test of structure and endurance, more than brute strength played out. Eric grimaced, his teeth clenched as the burn crawled down his shoulders and spine. Every breath drew a raw rasp from his throat as he fought for leverage, trying to drop his weight. But with his feet unable to even graze the mat, there was nowhere to go. He could feel the sheer steadiness and rock-solid frame behind him. Rei’s control wasn’t wild or frantic; it was deliberate, exacting, a craftsman at work.

Gravity was now an equal tormentor of Eric, along with Rei, as Rei pressed hard against Eric’s neck while lifting as high as he could. Eric’s shoulders screamed as he tried to twist an elbow free. Rei was far stronger than Eric realized. Rei’s physique was misleading. Eric had figured Rei was strong. One would have to be in order to be so successful in the underground pro wrestling scene; however, feeling Rei’s strength was completely different than seeing it. Rei had power, control, and finesse. A dangerous combination. 

Rei held him firm, his voice low and even, cutting through the heavy sound of exertion. “See, Eric? This is what I meant earlier. It’s not just strength.  It’s also rhythm, timing.” He gave the hold a subtle crank that drew a guttural sound from Eric. “You’ve got to have both in the ring.”

Eric strained, boots scraping for purchase against Rei’s legs. The pressure on his neck built like a vice, the pain sharp and constant. Rei was every much the strategist Eric was. Eric smiled. This would be the challenge he had hoped for. 

Rei pressed in closer, flexing his pecs and abs against Eric’s back, his tone half-taunt, half-praise. “You fight with your head as much as your body. That’s rare. Makes this fun.” His grin flickered, eyes glinting as he tightened his grip again. “Let’s see how well you think when I shake things up and rattle that head of yours.”

Viking applies a powerful full nelson hold on the small but feisty Fang, lifting him clear off the ground and showing off the kid’s singlet bulge for the fans. It won’t be long before he taps out.

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))

As Andrew’s powerful thighs continued to crush Cody's head, he could feel his strength wavering. His muscles would soon fatigue from the intensity of their battle if he kept this strategy up. Andrew knew a ploy he used at work that had a lot of potential here to work against Cody. Andrew just had to set the bait. Knowing Cody was a seasoned fighter who understood how to wait for a moment to exploit any weakness. Andrew figured he could play into that notion. Winning by brute force over Cody was out of the question. Cody was far too strong; however, Andrew knew Cody was extremely cunning as well. Andrew decided to put his gambit into play and attempt to out fox the fox.

To put his gambit into play, Andrew loosened the pressure ever so slightly around Cody's neck signaling his leg fatigue. Cody, sensing this momentary relief, capitalized by pushing against Andrew’s thighs nearly throwing them off in one single fluid movement. Anticipating his move, Andrew used Cody's escape to transition into something more advantageous and put into place the final piece of his plan.

Before Cody could fully pull himself free, Andrew swiftly shifted his position, releasing his legs from around Cody’s neck and spinning behind him. His arms wrapped tightly under Cody’s arm and around the back of his neck, pulling him into a tight full nelson. The scene shifted dramatically: Andrew's glistening forearms flexed and bulged as he locked in the hold tight against Cody's neck putting pressure on Cody's shoulders. Cody, his chest heaving from exertion, struggled in disbelief. Cody's sculpted chest expanded as he desperately tried to loosen the nelson, his muscles rippling with effort. But Andrew had him now. He leaned in, applying relentless pressure while keeping his body firmly planted behind Cody. The contrast between Andrew’s smooth, calculated grip and Cody’s frantic resistance highlighted their raw muscle-on-muscle battle.

Andrew could feel Cody's strength strain against his own. It was time to bait Cody. "You've got the muscle, Cody," Andrew whispered into his ear, his voice steady despite the exertion. "But it appears I'm just that much stronger. I'm going to outwrestle you, champ."

Cody’s thick neck muscles bulged against the unyielding pressure of Andrew’s hands, and his powerful abs flexed as he tried to arch backward to force Andrew to release the hold. But Andrew’s grip only tightened, his own back muscles flaring as he anchored himself in place, preventing Cody from breaking free. Sweat dripped down both of their bodies, glistening under the warehouse lights.