#victorypose

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

Andrew, triumphant, carefully set Cody's unconscious body down on the mat. Cody, sweat-drenched and slowly breathing, looked incredible to Andrew. The light reflected off his glistening body highlighting each grove and definition in his musculature. Andrew straddled Cody’s defeated form, his powerful shins pinning Cody’s shoulders down firmly to the mat. A smug grin spread across his face as he flexed his arms above, savoring the moment of victory while Cody lay beneath him, spent and unable to protest being pinned like this. The overpowering scent of sweat and testosterone lingered in the air, a testament to the intense struggle they’d just endured.

For Cody, the musk was thick, pressing into his senses as he slowly came to and felt Andrew’s powerful physique pressing down on his chest. Andrew's scent was hard to ignore as his huge bulge was lying on his nose. The more Cody was forced to breathe it in, the more intoxicating it was. It was pure power. Pure manliness. The clean fresh sweat mixed with testosterone, personal pheromones, a smidge of blood and dirt along with fading adrenaline. As Cody inhaled, his chest heaved, breaths shallow as strained muscles still twitched from the relentless effort he’d poured into the fight. Cody could do little more than lie there inhale Andrew's musk and wonder. The warmth radiating from Andrew’s body only amplified the intoxicating musk that gripped Cody in a strong physical and psychological hold.

Andrew’s hands came down, palms pressing firmly on Cody’s chest, feeling the fading flex of muscle beneath him. There was satisfaction in the way Cody’s once-solid resistance had melted, his strength and pride left vulnerable and exposed. “You put up one hell of a fight, Cody,” Andrew murmured, a mixture of admiration and possessiveness in his voice, "But now you're mine for a bit. Based on the fact you haven't turned away, I'm thinking you like what you see. Perhaps even want more?" Cody nodded in affirmation. "Good now, if I can just get Wyatt and Ethan to talk so I can explain to Wyatt how Ethan saved me and him from that group of jocks, we can clear the air and move forward with all my good friends being friends."

Cody's pained confused expression said it all. Andrew clarified, "Those jocks overheard me coming out to Ethan in the locker room. Because he was the captain of the wrestling team, I figured I needed to tell him in case something happened. He was shocked and uneasy at first. He was about to say something when a crash and footsteps distracted him. When he came back after checking on it, he put his hand on my shoulder, thanked me for trusting him, apologized for his uneasiness and told me as long as I could wrestle, help the team, and challenge the team to improve, he didn't care what preferences I had. He also told me I was the first person who had come out to him so he wasn’t sure how to react. The day I got jumped, he and his twin brother intervened, got me to the hospital, and stayed until I woke up. Ethan apologized for the actions of his so-called friends and told me that he would make sure that never happened again. Eric told me that they would watch out for me and let others know I was under their protection. It was then I vowed not to need their protection and pay them back someday. Well, I'm here to deliver on that promise. I just have to knock some sense into Wyatt first. However, Wyatt can wait. I know what I want now, and it’s time for you to deliver."

Digital Painting of Villager!! ✨

I love this smol bean, so I figured I should draw her in one of her victory poses, and of course I picked the pose where she's holding a beetle 😔👏

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

Shaun finally released the brutal combined Texas Cloverleaf-Boston Crab, letting Jordan’s legs flop lifelessly to the mat. Jordan’s body collapsed into a heap, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled for air. His face was contorted with pain, his lips trembling as he tried to suppress the shame of his defeat while still reeling from the pain that radiated from every part of his lower body. Shaun stood tall, wiping the sweat from his brow, flinging it down upon Jordan's back, and surveyed his broken opponent. A satisfied smirk crossed his face as he basked in the stunned silence of The Pack.

Without missing a beat, Shaun rolled Jordan onto his back with a swift motion, planting his right foot squarely on Jordan’s face. The sound of Shaun’s heavy breathing and Jordan’s weak groan filled the room. “Look at this,” Shaun growled, flexing his arm triumphantly. His bicep bulged as he struck an imposing pose, his glistening muscles gleaming under the dim lights of the warehouse. “I just broke your sorry ass and made you beg for mercy like a schoolboy. What do you have to say now, you little punk ass kid?”

Jordan’s face twisted in disgust as Shaun’s foot pressed in and ground against his nose. He turned his head to the side, trying to escape the humiliation. “Get your fucking foot off me,” Jordan mumbled weakly, his voice hoarse from screaming. But Shaun’s smirk only widened. “Oh no, I dominated and humiliated your ass, kid,” he taunted, pressing down harder with his foot. Jordan’s head was forced into the mat, his cheek squished against the rough fabric. Jordan's arms were like lead weights with no strength to resist. He could only close his eyes and suffer the indignity at the hands of Shaun. "That's better kid. Take your defeat like a man and be glad this is all I'm going to do to you today. I've done far worse, but I respect The Pack even the weakest punks that made it." Shaun flexed again, his victorious pose drawing a strong reaction from The Pack.

Some members roared with approval, impressed by Shaun’s dominance and display of strength. Others looked on with anger, their fists clenched as they glared at Shaun looking they were ready to beat him down in retaliation. “This has gone too far,” one of them growled, stepping forward to challenge Shaun. “You think you can just degrade Jordan like this?! I'll teach you some manners!” Another nodded in agreement, their expressions dark with fury. Shaun only looked at each one with a look that said bring it.

Just as the tension threatened to boil over, Ethan stepped forward from the shadows, his presence commanding immediate attention. His calm but firm voice cut through the chaos. “Enough,” he ordered, his sharp tone silencing the dissenters. The Pack froze, their eyes darting between Ethan and Shaun. Ethan’s gaze was fixed on Shaun, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

(( Art gifted from incredibly talented PoisonedMartini. Original story by me. )) Jordan released the hold after Santiago tapped out on his shoulder. The Latino fighter collapsed to the mat so exhausted and dejected that he was forced to tap to the rookie upstart on his home mat. Wasting no time in proclaiming his victory, Jordan kicked up, landed on his feet, and proudly placed his left foot down on top of Santiago's abs pressing in with just enough pressure for Santiago to feel it. Jordan felt the hard muscle of Santiago's abs under the ball of his foot. They slowly rose and fell as the Latino caught his breath, resigned himself to his defeat, and steeled himself for the inevitable punishment he would have to take. Jordan looked down at Santiago and smiled, "How's it feel to be out grappled, amigo?" Jordan leaned in a little adding pressure to his foot pressing into Santiago's abs, "Guess this pretty boy was more than enough challenge for you. Only wish you gave me more of a challenge." Jordan stood upright and flexed his chest for the crowd while his fists were on his hips. It was the perfect picture to showcase his victory in his Final Trial. Jordan was extremely happy and proud that he would now join the pack and make it before his rival. Sure, it may be only by a few weeks, at the most, but he could now say that he was a pack member before Connor. He did it first. He did it faster. The crowd around the cage cheered its approval of Jordan's victory. Jordan's boss smiled greedily as he thought of the sum of cash he just made wagering a small fortune on Jordan submitting the home-crowd favorite. He figured Jordan would impress and now that he had, he would ride Jordan's coattails on his way to making a fortune. He just had to make sure that Jordan was hooked on fighting here and would do it again. Jordan's youth and determination to show that he was the best made it easy for him to goad into fights and if Jordan could take on slightly bigger opponents that seemed a sure loss, then the money he could make was limitless. Jordan would be his golden goose not only for his company but for his private account as well.  Jordan took a step over Santiago, which included pressing down into Santiago's abs with his left foot, on his way to the edge of the cage. It was time to collect his winnings and head to The Warehouse to show Cody the good news and make his membership in the pack official. As Jordan headed to the cage door, he heard a deep male voice, "Jordan..."

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Ethan released Wyatt and rolled his body over letting Wyatt's body flop around like a rag doll while the Canadian was unconscious. Ethan sat upon thelower torso of Wyatt as he flexed and showed off his body to the cameras. Ethan did his signature double bicep flex and smiled as he sat on top of Wyatt. Outwardly Ethan showed his usual cocky demeanor worthy of being the Alpha who just dominated his challenger for the rule of the pack. Inwardly, Ethan was relieved that he had gotten through with a win. There were many times that Wyatt had him dead to rights, but, thankfully, Wyatt for whatever reason had a serious vendetta against Ethan that clouded his judgment. Instead of sealing the win to have fun after knocking Ethan out, Wyatt instead wanted to dominate or torment Ethan before winning. Ethan's saving grace was his work and training in taking punishment. He focused a lot of his training on not only his power but in his durability and endurance. Ethan takes pride in his ability to outlast any hold or punishment directed his way. Save for the last beach fight against Eric, any fight he had lost was via knockout. Guarding against that knockout punch was the one area Ethan knew he needed more work on. If he were to fight more guys the size of Wyatt, he would need to work on that more and not rely on his durability to see him through. Ethan looked down at his fallen Beta. Wyatt truly impressed him. Ethan really hoped that he could find out what vendetta was all about and find a way past it. Wyatt was exactly what the gym needed. After tonight's fight, it was clear in Ethan's mind exactly why the GM brought Wyatt in. Many fighters were good fighters, but they did not have the power behind them that Wyatt did. Wyatt had power in his legs, his arms, his pecs, his abs, hell even his neck was powerful. If guys like Dustin and other long-time members opened themselves up to adding some of Wyatt's training methods, then the whole pack of fighters would be elevated. A strong pack meant a strong well-protected community. Ethan wanted to train with Wyatt and have his beta help him bulk up some so when it came time to rematch Eric, Ethan would have the extra power to pay back his twin for the submission loss. In return, Ethan would help Wyatt in any way Wyatt wanted. Ethan slowly stood over his opponent and looked down at Wyatt. With Wyatt still out, now was the perfect time for some social media shots to post to his growing fanbase.