At 3 a.m. on a Friday night, a newcomer decides to try his hand at wrestling for the first time against a trained, expert fighter.
The result is total desperation.
But for Billy Boy Brute, it's fun.
Fun, like grinding his opponent into the mats like trash, choking him out at will, and dominating him so completely that by the end he will literally cry in his arms.
A few brief attempts at aggression early on do nothing to avoid the ultimate disaster.
The difference in physical fitness isn't just obvious to the eye but also in terms of breathing; many times, it looks as if Brute's opponent is literally going to pass out while on his feet.
Damori gets manhandled.
Low-blowed, camel-clutched, scissored, and so completely mastered that Brute eventually becomes his de facto owner.
At one point, Billy Boy decides to try and get his feet into his opponent's mouth. The most Damori can do is try to press his lips shut to keep the toes out...
Begging repeatedly for release, complaining that he can't breathe, gasping for air...these are all just more amusements for Billy Boy Brute, who laughs and laughs at his victim's plight.
But that's not enough.
Billy Boy wants his opponent to admit he's the absolute best.
And that's not enough either.
He demands his humiliated opponent say, loud and clear, that "straight men are better!"
Having completely demoralized his quarry, Billy Boy toys with him over and over, getting into his head and talking trash right into his ear as he controls his head with a handful of hair, pressing the guy's face into the mats, smacking him, all while laughing.
Damori starts begging for real.
Crying, he tries to tap out...but Billy Boy Brute won't let him tap.
He wants total domination.
He wants Damori's desperation.
He continues to squeeze, making his crying victim more and more desperate to be freed...
By the time it's finally over, Billy Boy has made a statement: he's ruthless, cruel, and he enjoys it.
Introducing
BILLY BOY BRUTE!
