G.L.A.M.

Kylena Zenith: I hear the crowd cheering their champion, the aptly named King of the ring. I smile to myself as I look over my body in the mirror, adjusting a lace here, shoes there and with a toss of my hair across my shoulders I flounce out of the locker room when my name is announced. I make my way down to the arena floor and into the ring, my silver one piece dazzling in the ring lights. I slide into the ring and look across the squared circle to see my large + muscular opponent waiting. "Ready to get wrecked gorgeous?" I taunt, flexing a bicep for the crowd to oogle.

King II: I cross my arms under my pecs, in turn showcasing them slightly to both you and the crowd-. My slightly body would glisten under the lights of the ring. I'd gaze upon you, looking up and down at your strong figure before letting out a chuckle. "You'd know best not to get cocky against the undisputed champion." I scoff. Shortly after we both had enough showboating with our entrances, the bell would ring and the match started. Without wasting a second, I'd get onto my stance, both of my arms extended and raised up. I circle around you slowly, before suddenly lunging forward with a loud stomp, aiming a quick knee at your abdomen.

Kylena Zenith: You fire back a retort that has me smirking and the bell rings, our muscled bodies circling one another before we both charge at the same time. Your quick knee hammers into my abs, but I manage to flex them just before impact and take the hit with a grunt. This allows me to close in and wrap my arms around your waist and NGHHH whip you up and over with a belly to belly suplex.

King II: I grunt out as my knee attempts to dig onto your abdomen, but I'm left surprised and wide open for a counter-attack as you simply endure the hit with a grunt. Your strong arms soon wrap around my meaty strong body, and before I could react properly, my boots are lifted off of the canvas. THUD! I fall onto my back and roar out in pain. "HNNRGH!" I squirm and arch my back, a hand rubbing onto the pained area before attempting to roll to the side. Now in all fours, I attempt to lunge and tackle you, hoping to bring you down onto the canvas with me.

Kylena Zenith: I turn towards you, expecting to find you laid out and writhing in pain but instead OOFFFF I eat a big shoulder slam to my abs that sees me tackled to the mats! I hit hard, my head smacking off the canvas, stunning me for a moment. I wrap my arms around your head and neck, attempting to squeeze you tight against me.

King II: Once I had gotten you down, I attempt to get on top of you for a hold, but you manage to react faster and soon after I feel your strong arms wrapping around my head and neck, obscuring my vision and also squeezing some of the air out of me. "HRK!!!" My legs kick and flail onto the canvas, now placing both of my hands onto your biceps in an attempt to pry them off of me.

Kylena Zenith: I bridge up and roll us, getting on top and straddling your waist as I sit up, readjusting my grip to lock your head into an inverted headlock, legs circling your waist and SQUEEZING.

King II: "HNNRGHH!!!" I grunt and groan in pain, shaking my masked head under your grip while my arms would flail around the air for a moment. The rest of my body on the other hand would simply squirm in place; it's all it could do at the moment. My free hand then moves onto your arm, trying to pry it off to no avail, before huffing out and trying to land some punches onto it, and then trying to going for your face, if I had a good angle for it, that is...

Kylena Zenith: You grab at my arm, my muscles bulging to try and keep you in place but then UNGHH your fist hammers into my flexed arm and upwards into my face CRACKKK catching me off guard and forcing me to tumble backwards off of you. I love both the headlock and the scissor hold as I try to shake my head clear of the hit. Shaking my head, I push up to my hands and knees and move to use the ropes to get up and turn to glare at you.

King II: Once you tumble off of me, I fall onto a kneeling position, my chest heaving while my body started to sweat, making my body glisten under the bright lights of the arena. I adjust my mask and huff out, getting back up on my feet and turning around to stare at you. "Hah... Good try, but you'll need more than that to take me out, sweetcheeks." I taunt, before suddenly rushing towards you, this time with an arm extended to the side aimed at your chest-. If it connected, I would then follow it up by grabbing onto your head, locking it under my pit before dropping down on my back, slamming your head right onto the mat with a mean DDT.

Kylena Zenith: I turn and glare at you, catching sight of you closing in fast! I don't have time to set myself for your assault, and get clipped in the chest with a solid forearm that hammers me bac into the ropes. I bounce off and right into your next follow up move, the DDT cracking my skull into the canvas with a WHAM! The crowd ooohing in response as I get taken down by their champ.

King II: After the loud THUD, I get onto a kneeling position and look down at you, I chuckle and extend my arms wide, using my thumbs to point at my pecs as I roar, showboating and showing off for the crowd. Once I had enough of the cheers, I'd roll my shoulders and move onto you with malicious intent-. "Let's see how much you can take, lass'." I chuckle, my hands grabbing onto your wrists. Then, I'd attempt to place both of my boots onto your lower thigh area... The crowd knew what I was trying to set you up for; a painful romero special. With a loud huff, I'd roar and start to pull onto your wrist, trying to sit myself down to get the hold going.

Kylena Zenith: I groan and attempt to push up, but you're already on me, grabbing my arms and yanking them backwards. I toss my head back and forth, trying to get a read on where you are and what you're doing when "NO FUCK UNGH!" your weight settles onto my lower thigh and you go to yank me up and backwards! I don't have a counter for this move, still a little too dazed to properly orient myself.

King II: With a loud roar, I'd pull with all of my might while proping myself behind. With another roar, my boots would push against your lower thigh are and force you up. I did this until my sweaty broad back was pressed against the canvas-. There, I kept harshly and without mercy pulling onto your arms, while pushing my boots on your legs as I showcase you in the air in this painful hold. "MRRFFFF! C'mon, tap out! I don't wanna rough up that body of yours too badly now!" I taunt.

Kylena Zenith: I shake my head in denial, still fresh and able to endure this painful hold, but DAMN...how am I gonna get free?! I'm looking up into the blinding lights, face screwed up in pain...I growl and shake my large body back and forth, attempting to break your grip and throw off your balance.

King II: "C'mon! Give it up! You're no match for the champion!" I roar, before using most of the might I have to push and pull as hard as I can, shaking my head as I do. But even then, I had my limits; I knew I couldn't keep the hold there forever, my legs were bound to give in as I grew more tired. After a while of rocking slightly back and forth, I huff out and let go off your wrists, but not before pushing your back, making it so you'd fall face first since I kept my boots pressed against your thighs.

Kylena Zenith: I try my best to outlast the champ's endurance in this hold, my attempt paying off as you release the hold...but not in the best way for me! I land with a SPLAT, facefirst on the canvas with a grunt of pain, big muscled bod bouncing from the impact. I groan and lay there, curled up and massaging my shoulders and writhe my way up to my knees.

King II: Trying to seize your moment of pain, I roll to the side and quickly crawl over you, rolling you onto your back before placing my big sweaty body onto, hooking your left with my arm and propping it up. I was going for the pin! "1...!"

Kylena Zenith: You go for a pin, covering me and getting the 1-count. My mouth opens in a shout of outrage at the audacity, followed up with a massive kick out coupled with a huge THRUST upwards to push you off me with authority. I may have gotten locked into a brutal submission hold early on, but I'm still far from out of this fight! The crowd cheers my resilience and I scramble up to my feet quickly to face you.

King_II: I grunt in annoyance once you push me off, and I quickly get back up on my feet. I pant heavily, my chest heaving while I stare at you. "Persistent, aren't you?" I shake my head and stare you down, looking for a chance to strike to arise. After a while, I decide to keep the hard strikes going, suddenly jumping out and aiming a drop kick onto your abdomen.

Kylena Zenith: We stare each other down for a moment, your body suddenly tensing up and I can sense you're about to strike! I step swiftly aside as you go for a dropkick, your attack missing me completely. I capitalize on that aborted dropkick with a quick and sudden soccer kick to your ribs WHAM!

King_II: It was a risky tactic, and the worries that came with it soon turned real for me-. My body simply would fall down onto the mat, the strike whiffing completely once you step on the side. As soon as I attempt to get back up, you kick my ribs harshly, making me roar out in pain. "UUURGH!" I cough out, my body twisting as I then lay on my side, an arm wrapped around my aching ribs.

Kylena Zenith: I reach down and grab your mask, tossing you roughly over onto your stomach. I drop a knee down into your lower back CRACKKKK, driving it in hard! I lean towards your legs, grabbing them with one hand and locking your boots behind your knee and pulling one leg up to add pressure to your spine.

King_II: I grunt as you tug onto my mask, my body soon flipped over onto my stomach. I huff out and slowly get on all fours... Until that knee sudden drives right onto my lower back. "NNRGGHAAH! FUCK!" I let out a loud yell of pain, shaking my masked head while I place a fist onto my temple while I try to endure the pain. My body would of course fall flat on it's stomach again, and soon I'd find my legs locked in place. I slam a fist onto the mat while my other hand was kept on my temple. Fuck! I was in a bad spot...

Kylena Zenith: I reach down and start to unlace the back of your mask, putting weight onto my knee and yanking up on your leg to try and keep you compliant. "Think it's time to unmask the big kitty here don't you?!" I taunt.

King II: My body wouldn't move much- It tried not to, as to not make the pain worse, surely the hold wouldn't last forever... But my plan would soon change as I felt slight tug on the back of my mask, before realizing you were starting to unlace the back of my mask. My eyes widen, and a second wind comes to me, as I desesperately start to twist my body and squirm, my arm flailing and extending forward, trying to crawl towards the ropes if I was able, while my other hand moved onto your own hand, trying to fight against your attempts to unlace my mask. "HNRG! You wouldn't dare, you little...!"

Kylena Zenith: You start to buck and writhe, fighting me hard as you realize what I'm attempting. I stop unlacing your mask in order to drive a hard forearm down onto the back of your head BAM BAM, aiming to stun you enough so that I can go back to the task at hand. "Oh I would dare!" I grin, grinding my knee into your spine.

King II: "OOMF!" That forearm strikes me directly onto the back of my head. I'd drop my head onto the canvas, forehead hitting against it as my grip loosens and my arms drop, if only for a few seconds. I'm left seeing stars, until I come to. I grunt out and move start to now use both of my hands to try and crawl towards the ropes in desesperation. "GRAAHHH!! HNRRGH! HMRF!" I pant heavily and roar with each moment you grind onto my spine, and as time went on, I'd move my right hand onto the bottom of my mask, pulling it down and making sure it was kept in place- Even if you hadn't finished undoing the laces yet.

Kylena Zenith: I manage to get the laces mostly undone, but you've gotten us dangerously close to the ropes and I need to refocus my efforts on that...I release my grip on your mask and let you readjust it. Pushing up off your lower back, I keep a hold of your leg and lift it up as I rise to my feet, unlocking your feet from the leglock, but now squatting down to wrap your leg around behind my neck, the crook of your leg right at the base of my skull and I rise up to lift your body up off the mat, shuffling a few steps away from the ropes as I do so.

King II: My finger tips were just mere inches away from the ropes. I roar out and with all of my might I try to reach it-. Until you suddenly let go. I then use the moment to adjust my mask, but my attention goes elsewere once you prop my leg up, and then, slowly lift up my body. "Hnrgh! Mrfff!!!" I roar and groan in strain, my arms flailing around the canvas and sliding around, trying to grab onto something- Anything!

Kylena Zenith: I manage to get to my full height, my guess that you'd be too focused on your mask paying off as I manage to lock my legs, quads straining and flexing like crazy, my arms flexing to keep a tight hold on your ankle. The strain on your leg has to be incredible, and I take a moment to suck in a deep breath and begin to gently swing you back and forth to amp up the pressure!

King II: "HNNRGHHH!!! HAH! HAH...! MRRFFFF!!!" My yells and roars of pain fill the ring, as I'm left hanging upside down, my forehead pressed against the canvas while my arms keep flailing and dragging across the mat. The squirming and twisting of my body continues-, even more so as you start to swing back and forth. The crowd was in awe, and in their feet over what they were seeing! And a couple of them would take notice of the luchador specifically; seeing how that bulge of his was looking bigger than usual, a clear erection had made it's way under my tights, and looks like it's been there for quite a while.

Kylena Zenith: I can hear the murmurs of the crowd and realize what they must be talking about...a fact which I intend to use to my advantage! I reach my free hand around to grope your bulge, turning to make sure the ref doesn't see me using my sneaky sexy tactics as I stomp around the ring a bit.

King II: "H-Hah! What are you, mrf-!" I can't help it but moan out, my body feeling weaker once you start to tease my bulge. I can't help it but my hips would thrust against the air and into your hand as you keep groping my hard, throbbing cock. I bite my lip, trying to muffle my moans while still squirming and twisting my body helplessly. "F-Fffuck...!"

Kylena Zenith: I manage to adjust my footing just so...maneuvering your body so that your face as it swings catches against my leg...I grin and think "Now I've got you!" The placement of your head against my calf and the angle of your body being bent in this suspended leglock, my strong hand stroking your cock. "Time to give up!" I tighten my grip on your bulge and pull back harder on your leg to increase the torque to the ultimate degree.

King II: "MRF! HAH! HNNRGGGH!!! FFFUUUCK!" I roar out, my arms flailing still while my hips kept on thrusting against your hand-. My cock under my tights was leaking, throbbing and begging for release, the tip of it would tint my tights, even. My leg was on fire, I wasn't sure how much more I could tell. My body was drenched in sweat, chest heaving and drops of sweat dropped onto the canvas, sliding down my big slick body. A fist slams onto the canvas twice, before staying there as I keep on moaning. By the movement of my hips and noises I was making, you could tell I was close to cumming in my tights.

Kylena Zenith: I can feel your moans getting higher pitched and I keep up the torture, stroking your rod faster as I edge you closer. The crowd chanting with glee "Milk him milk him!" I tug your cock free of your gear so that htey can all see your hard rod in all its glory. "I want them to see you spill your loser seed!" I taunt, focusing on making you bust. I keep my attack on your leg up and squat up and down, smacking your skull into the canvas with each dip.

King II: My masked head hits onto the canvas again and again, making me feel more dizzy by the minute. My cock would spring right up as you tug it free from my gear, and I shiver and moan loudly as you keep stroking it with no mercy, pulling back into my foreskin revealing the tip, only to then pull it back up with each single stroke. "HMRFFF!!! H-HAH! FUCK! O-OH!!!" I'd give out a certain loud, needy moan, my hips giving a few last thrusts as I can't take it anymore; my seed spurting out of my cock. It spurts out onto my sweaty chest, the ropes of cum falling down not only onto the canvas and chest, but also my masked face, coating myself onto my own seed. "H-Hah... F-Fuck! O-Oh...!"

Kylena Zenith: I keep stroking your cock until you're totally drained, squeezing your shaft to get every last drop out of your muscled rod. I move to massaging your balls after you're done cumming fully to ensure you're completely drained. Once I'm sure of that, I bring my hand to my lips and suck your seed off my fingers. "Delicious...tastes like candy" I giggle and jerk up on your leg. "NOW SUBMIT!" I demand, jerking your leg back and forth hard.

King II: I'm left there, hanging from you with my arms limp. My chest heaving as I'd pant heavily, completely spent. It was an embarassing sight for me; humiliating even. Hanging by your grip, coated in my own cum as my body was limp. "HMRF!" My body would twitch, gasping out once your jerk my leg up once again, and I'd slam my fist down. "H-Hrk... No... I can still figh- MMRFFF! Fuck...! Hah... I won't lose... My title... HNNRGH!" I gasp out in between groans of pain.

Kylena Zenith: I drop you down from the hold unceremoniously, letting your body flop to the canvas. I lean down and grab you by the back of the mask and yank your head up "Alright, well you asked for it then KING!" I leap up and BAM banzai drop onto your lower back, smashing you under my 195 lbs of muscle. I reach down and grab your arms, yanking you up into a tight camel clutch.

King II: My body falls down, completely limp mostly, sprawled out while I stay there laying on my stomach. My head would lay on it's side as I'd attempt to catch my breath... Before letting out a groan as you yank my mask. "Hnrf... AAACK!!!" I yell out loudly as your weight crushes me onto the mat. I cough out violently, gasping out for air all the while you reach down and grab my arms with ease, for I was too busy trying to catch my breath and recovering from the pain I felt.

Kylena Zenith: I cup under your chin with one hand, gripping the bottom of your mask and slowly pull it up, exposing just the bottom of your face. My other hand busy at work to unlace the very last bits of your mask. "Time to unveil that handsome stud to the world! Right before you're DETHRONED!" I shout with glee.

King II: Now with my arms hooked up on your legs, my head would hang down, looking down at the canvas while I'd pant out. Otherwise, there was no movement from me... Until I'd feel your fingers touch not much mask this time, but somehow slip and brush against my skin. "GRK- N-NO!" I roar out, suddenly coming to life and using the last of my strength to try and push you off, desesperately twisting my sweaty body to it's side over and over again, while my legs would kick and flail around the canvas, hitting the mat over and over again. "HRAAH!!! HNNRGH!!!" I groan out loudly with each attempt I do to break free. I wanted to tap out, but perhaps not only it was too late for second chances, but I also didn't want to lose my title, and perhaps... A bit of misguided hope in my heart thought I could turn this around, even though it was very clear that wasn't the case. "RAH.... HNNRRGGH!!!" I shake my head to the sides, trying to make your work harder while I keep looking down.

Kylena Zenith: You throw your last ditch effort into trying to stop me from unmasking you, but I've got you locked in tightly to this camel, and drained of most of your power from that prolonged submission and emission hold. I grip your mask and LEAN back hard and fast at the first sign of you jerking and writhing, arching you back to stare up into the lights as I pull your mask off inch by inch, your spine creaking in protest.

King II: I had moved my head down and kept my gaze onto the mat just so people wouldn't see even the bottom of my face, but this plan wouldn't work out as I'd feel a sudden strength pull harshly onto me. "GRAHHHH!!!!" My body is pulled back hard, suddenly forced to look up into the harsh lights of the arena. My sweaty body keeps on twisting though, squirming in place although this time more pathetically, all the struggle I was doing was nothing for you. I'd shake my head no in desperation and fear, suddenly feeling my mask slowly get pulled up further and further, until my mouth was fully exposed. "HMMRF, W-WAIT! I... FUCK! I GIVE! PLEASE! I GIVE UP!!! YOU WIN!!!!! I'M NO CHAMPION! YOU ARE!!!" I start to plead, my arms flailing, my right one specifically tapping onto your leg over and over again in panic.

Kylena Zenith: You give up, letting the whole arena know that you're no champion and well...you're right. "You are no champion. Which means this belt over there is mine. And so is this little token of my victory." I say as I ease the mask up even further, your pathetic attempts to stop me and your placating words not stopping me from taking what's yours in every way.

King II: "W-What... N-NO! WAIT!" I keep on begging and begging, my body franctically squirming and flailing around, twisting as hard as I could to no avail. I'd shake my head side to side, trying to lower my head but your grip was too harsh, keeping me looking up as the mask slipped up more and more-... Until it would slip over my nose. "N-NO!!! NOOO! PLEASE!!! I'M NOTHING! YOU'RE THE CHAMPION! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!" I continue begging in such a pathetic manner, for I knew how late it was already... Now that my face up to the nose was exposed, only single tug was left for you to strip me of my mask.

Kylena Zenith: I lean in right before the final tug exposes you and I whisper into your lips "I know I am the champion. I don't need you to tell me that, everyone here has seen it. Now stop begging and be a man." I growl the final words, kissing you deeply as I tug the mask fully from your face, my hair falling down around you to cover your face from the crowd at first. I lean back slowly, unveiling the fallen King.

King II: I pant heavily while you start to whisper, my hot breath brushing against you. "M-MRF...!" I close my eyes, yet I keep shaking my head until you give my jaguar mask one final tug- And with that, I'd feel a brush of cold air hit the rest of my head, I knew it was done. My body went limp completely, giving up once you lean away from the kiss, leaving me a panting mess-, defeated, and more importantly... Exposed. Embarrasedly, I say no words, only trying to look away from the crowd to no avail. "Grk... No... You... Nrgh..."

Kylena Zenith: I raise the mask overhead, showing it off to the crowd with a roar of dominance before shoving you down off of my knees to lay there in a moaning, panting mess at my feet. I head over and grab your belt, ref cinching it to my waist in victory!