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    HERO: the Erik Atlas Archives
    HERO: the Erik Atlas Archives
    HERO: the Erik Atlas Archives
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    HERO: the Erik Atlas Archives

    By Daniel Erickson and Erik Atlas

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    This is the first battles of the International Sex Fight superstar Erik Atlas. Not so far in our future, Professional Wrestling, MMA, and the porn industry evolves into a video spectacle that resists the scripting of pro wrestling and the artificial walls of male desires and becomes a phenomena of brutal fights with male domination. A young huge muscled fighter emerges from West Texas to pound his way into this new international sport while fighting to keep his inner soul of honor.

    This book features pro Style fast action combat with m4m intimate exchanges. Few men exude such a raw aura of sexual attraction like Erik Atlas! The old guard stands to stop his threatened quick rise to fame.

    Cover by the amazing St Jinx from New Zealand!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDaniel Erickson
    Release dateOct 31, 2016
    ISBN9781370180103
    HERO: the Erik Atlas Archives
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    Daniel Erickson

    Yes, of course I was raised by wolves. I just don't talk about it in every profile. Living in Albuquerque, NM, living with the post-factual world. I write science fiction and love to make you laugh. Pianist and poet, storyteller and seducer, author of THE ATLAS ARCHIVES and READ ALL OVER. I write about adventure and the strengths and inanities of male sexuality. I have to say I'm gay or you won't understand that I like men. I have a working understanding of life from dungeon to monastery, from market to Mars. I have been a rock star and performed in front of a screaming crowd of 2500 people before the age of 18 (yes, you never recover from that.) I have been set on fire. i was born and raised in Erie, PA and always wondered why more people didn't laugh at the irony of the "Erie Cemetery." I've seen a green sunset and heard the last words of a dying man. I've been a stand up comedian and a MMA cagefighter. I've stood in a haunted house and stayed after everyone else ran away. I'm good at Tarot and terrible at poker. Sit next to me and you won't be bored.

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      HERO - Daniel Erickson

      HERO

      The Erik Atlas Archives

      Erik Atlas and Dan Erickson

      copyright Dan Erickson

      Smashwords Edition

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this novel are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead) is unintentional. The author humbly begs your pardon. No animals were harmed in the making of this story.

      Dedication

      For you sitting alone thinking you might be the only one feeling this way. I brought you something to enjoy. Don't worry, I'll let myself out.

      Chapter ONE

      I watched my hands flex as I taped my wrist. My forearms rippled with thick veins. I watched my upper arm swell with power as I tightened the tape and tore off the end. Looking in the mirror I stood. A smile. A big flex. My chest is a massive mound of muscle and it leapt to attention. The hair was blond and still buzz-cut to military precision, showing my Texas boy next door good looks. Just 25 years old and yet I had a huge fifty-seven-inch chest, a thirty three inch waist; and my pride and accomplishment, big thick legs that scare weaklings. I still wore the white football trunks laced up the front. It made my bulge look packed with intentional temptation. Yea, I'm a sexy man. That was good. Am I a champ? This was the last moment of wonder, I thought. After tonight, I would know if I could do this professionally.

      I am Erik Atlas.

      It was the Fight Night of Domination at the Rockhome Arena in Austin, Texas. It was a simple beginning for Erik Atlas. Of course momma didn't name me that. She thought it made me seem like a porn star. If she knew. Standing at six foot, five inches, weighing in at just under 300 pounds, I was the most handsome muscled young man in the new international Sex-Fight League. I was not experienced enough to be afraid of anyone. I knew that. Like so many former gridiron players, I had the idea that I wanted to be a pro wrestler. Today I'll find out if that’s possible. My first match was against the worst heel I knew.

      Gregory Payne had lost only a few matches and those were long grueling fights with blood and hardship. Anyone that won a match with Payne was later punished horribly in the rematch. I didn’t care that Gregory Payne wrecked every fighter after defeat. I just knew I had to get my career started somewhere. It's not like they asked me.

      He had destroyed every opponent eventually. They leave on a stretcher after he stomps their backs and crushes them to painful submission in his legendary bearhug. I place my left arm over head and flex a moment in the mirror. A freaky nest of serratus muscle pops out of my left side as I crunch my abs on the side. My armpit becomes a deep cave. Yea, I bet Gregory Payne wants some of this. I know I can take it. I think.

      The producer called my name, Atlas! I walked to the staging area watching the carnivorous crowd howl as my opponent made his entrance.

      Gregory Payne walked into the arena to boos and a chorus of thin misplaced cheers. The men in the crowd liked seeing a sadistic heel tear apart another wrestler and they always looked forward to Payne matches. It's a little weird to hear a chorus of men hot to see me suffer. As they say, every family has one like that. Payne looked over the crowd after walking through the ropes as if he was inspecting for future targets.

      Like a cloud of sulphur, a brooding atmosphere seemed to float around Gregory Payne. It quickly disappeared as they got one look at me, the man they called Atlas! I burst into the arena and I did my best to shine a smile of friendly confidence. I spent just a quick second looking at Gregory Payne waiting in the ring and pointed at him in challenge. He flipped me off. Predictable. Then I turned to my people. Mostly men, they were touching me everywhere. It was everything I could do not to slap some hands off some places. Not a good day to be body shy, right? I went full speed for the ring. I was super confident.

      That maybe lasted a few minutes.

      # # #

      His shoulder drove into my stomach sending me tumbling to the floor, graceless and in pain. I spit something out of my mouth lying on the dirty floor. I don’t look at what it is. I know better than to look at what’s on this floor. Just starting my career as a pro wrestler, I had to ask if I did it on purpose. The opening was pretty humiliating already. Most guys in this show have no idea what they were getting into. I am guessing I don't either, but I ain’t ever been all that smart. I guess this is me getting smarter. Smart hurts more than I expected.

      Gregory Payne is a bad bad guy. They say he's carrying some dejected feelings from the Old Soviet Union. He doesn't look that old and his accent sounds like a mash up of Count Chocula and Boris Badinov on vacation in London. They tell me he was from Kaliningrad, Oblast, a forgotten enclave of Russian land on the Baltic Sea, lost and swallowed up by Poland, and then coughed back up because it was unwanted. It's been left to rot by Mother Russia.

      I moved to get in the ring, and he doesn't wait for that. He hit me again! I took a hard fall out of the ring and hit the floor. Payne pushed the ref out of the way like he was an irritating bug. He towered over the ref standing six foot, three inches, tipping the scales at two hundred forty pounds. His nose had been broken so many times it had a hard time finding its way home. His back was very wide showing like a muscled engine of crushing power!

      He had dark circles under his eyes, not enhanced by any stage makeup. The hair was an unruly mop like a black mane of an animal. His thick arms and shoulders hung like waiting weapons, flexing and hungry for violence. He looked at the booing crowd with disgust and surprise. He sure did not care what they though. He did have a pleasing body. I wish he wasn't such an ass all the time.

      It was a simple match for Gregory Payne. He was going to take on another handsome self-absorbed rookie and destroy him. He didn’t care that the I stood like a giant

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