VanGore vs Tedros

Tedros starts this one alone in the ring, stretched out in his shiny purple trunks, warming up and muttering to himself that this is “my house.” He looks every bit the confident technician — until the temperature in the room drops. VanGore arrives. The giant steps over the top rope like it’s nothing, and the moment Tedros lays eyes on him, the shift in his breathing says everything: they’ve never met, and Tedros now understands exactly the kind of monster he’s dealing with. He doesn’t attack first. He doesn’t run. He barely even moves before VanGore swings a massive clothesline that just misses — giving Tedros a chance to flash that world-class agility with quick dodges that momentarily frustrate the beast. But then Tedros makes the mistake of going airborne, and the giant snatches him out of the sky with a cross body catch, fingers already invading the back of those tight trunks as he manhandles the “Friendliest Guy at WW” like prey caught in a trap.

What follows is a slow, merciless dismantling of Tedros’s body. In the corner he’s tortured and choked. He’s chopped across the chest. His crotch is scooped with fingers buried deep in his waistband before VanGore drops him viciously over his knee, leaving Tedros arched backward with his prominent pouch displayed while the big man grinds an elbow into his lower abs. Trunk-yanking wedgies become a theme as VanGore bounces him in a torture rack, power bombs him, leg drops him, wrenches him in bow-and-arrows and arm locks, squeezes him breathless in a full nelson and a devastating bearhug, slams him down in a sidewalk slam, chokeslams him, forces a grinding boot into his crotch demanding a tap that Tedros refuses to give, scissors his head, drags him through a camel clutch, bends him in a Boston crab, and crushes him under splashes that shake the ring.

But Tedros never stops fighting. His desperation becomes its own spectacle — sleeper hold that actually brings VanGore to one knee, sudden bites, toe stomps, a Superman punch that staggers the giant for a heartbeat. He scratches, claws, scrambles for openings that never last long, showing grit, heart, and pure survival instinct even as he’s completely overwhelmed. Tedros refuses to quit, refuses to bow, refuses to stop fighting back… and VanGore punishes him for that stubbornness with slow, torturous, total domination.

By the end, Tedros is drenched in sweat, wrung out, stretched, crushed, and broken down piece by piece until there’s simply no fight left in him — just another gorgeous hunk added to the long list of men the giant has destroyed.