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Wyatt could feel Dustin growing weaker as he kept the head scissors on. The fight in Dustin had almost been eliminated. Wyatt grinned as he watched Dustin weaken and attempt to scrape at his abs. As Dustin faded, Wyatt let the head scissors go so Dustin could get a little breath. Wyatt knew Dustin was as good as defeated and he knew Dustin knew it too. Dustin was only being the stubborn alpha personality that could not ever give up. In many ways, Wyatt admired Dustin for it because he was similar though he had to admit at this point he would have tapped to reduce the risk of permanent injury. Wyatt preferred to be able to work at getting revenge and having that revenge match versus not giving up and then never being able to fight again. Wyatt stood over his foe who was clearly struggling to catch his breath. Dustin was so weak that he could not even muster the strength to get up on his elbows. Wyatt knew it was time to end the match and claim his prize in private. The only thing he had left to do was to send a clear message to the rest of the gym that a new beta had arrived and that meant the alpha's time as alpha was up.

Wyatt bent down and grabbed Dustin by the head and slowly lifted him forcing him to his knees. Wyatt had Dustin by the top of his hear and by the chin. He slowly cranked the neck side ways to put pressure on Dustin and force a grunt of pain from the defeated beta. Dustin had grabbed the left wrist of Wyatt in one last act of defiance. Dustin's bicep flexed as he tried in vain to pull Wyatt's arm off the top of his head. Wyatt only looked down with his eyes as he pulled up on Dustin. "The beta's time is up," Wyatt smirked as he held Dustin up. "I dominated your ass and will be taking your place. But don't feel too bad, my little has been. Your vaunted Alpha will soon be joining you once I put him out to pasture and prove that I am the real alpha at this place." The image was a powerful one: Dustin held by the head, clearly defeated and dominated forced to look small compared to the imposing figure standing over him with fully flexed arms, pecs, and extremely broad shoulders. All at the gym who were watching could see the imposing figure of Wyatt handle Dustin like a sack of potatoes. Everyone knew and understood that there was a new beta in town; this beta meant business.

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

Wyatt could feel Dustin growing weaker as he kept the head scissors on. The fight in Dustin had almost been eliminated. Wyatt grinned as he watched Dustin weaken and attempt to scrape at his abs. As Dustin faded, Wyatt let the head scissors go so Dustin could get a little breath. Wyatt knew Dustin was as good as defeated and he knew Dustin knew it too. Dustin was only being the stubborn alpha personality that could not ever give up. In many ways, Wyatt admired Dustin for it because he was similar though he had to admit at this point he would have tapped to reduce the risk of permanent injury. Wyatt preferred to be able to work at getting revenge and having that revenge match versus not giving up and then never being able to fight again. Wyatt stood over his foe who was clearly struggling to catch his breath. Dustin was so weak that he could not even muster the strength to get up on his elbows. Wyatt knew it was time to end the match and claim his prize in private. The only thing he had left to do was to send a clear message to the rest of the gym that a new beta had arrived and that meant the alpha's time as alpha was up.

Wyatt bent down and grabbed Dustin by the head and slowly lifted him forcing him to his knees. Wyatt had Dustin by the top of his hear and by the chin. He slowly cranked the neck side ways to put pressure on Dustin and force a grunt of pain from the defeated beta. Dustin had grabbed the left wrist of Wyatt in one last act of defiance. Dustin's bicep flexed as he tried in vain to pull Wyatt's arm off the top of his head. Wyatt only looked down with his eyes as he pulled up on Dustin. "The beta's time is up," Wyatt smirked as he held Dustin up. "I dominated your ass and will be taking your place. But don't feel too bad, my little has been. Your vaunted Alpha will soon be joining you once I put him out to pasture and prove that I am the real alpha at this place." The image was a powerful one: Dustin held by the head, clearly defeated and dominated forced to look small compared to the imposing figure standing over him with fully flexed arms, pecs, and extremely broad shoulders. All at the gym who were watching could see the imposing figure of Wyatt handle Dustin like a sack of potatoes. Everyone knew and understood that there was a new beta in town; this beta meant business.