International Pro Wrestling

Eugene Scott:
I'm sitting backstage, noticing how different the place is. Can't believe it was so different just two days ago. I was a legend here, now I'm forgotten. Groveling to Power's kid just to get my job back, at least he had the sense to give me a chance to prove myself. Tonight I'm going to fucking destroy the jobber kid he sent me, and show Carter I'm the same guy on his those tapes from 12 years ago. It's only been 2 days for me, so I'm going to make these people remember the Fucking legend that I am.

I get up, go to the locker room, strip off my pants not a care in the world who sees me naked. Get on my blue trunks, slam the locker, and make my way out to the ring. I walk slowly there, up the ramp, imagining the crowd cheering for me like they used to. I get to the ring, climb in, and beat my chest for the fake crowd. Fall back to my corner waiting for this jobber to come out and be destroyed.

Ryan Archer:
I have been training for a few weeks now, ever since they recruited me straight out of pro wrestling camp. Watching the live matches from the back, learning, hoping one day I'll finally get my chance to step in the ring. The trainers, Lex and Bobby, have been holding me back this whole time, telling me I'm not ready, until Carter finally walked in one day and told me he was booking me for a match. I see my opponent ahead of me, already waiting in the ring. He's a lot bigger than me, and older, but I know if I back down now I may not get another chance for a few months. I'm wearing my white speedos, walking out after and grinning at the crowd as I walk towards the ring, climbing up the apron and hopping over the top rope to face my opponent...

Eugene Scott:
"Hey boy, are you ready for some action?" I step forward to center of the ring with a nice warm smile, "Gonna have us a nice fun rassling match, okay?" Holds out my hand.

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Ryan Archer:
I smile back at you, "yeah... you to" I say as I take your hand...

Eugene Scott:
I grin while shaking it, "That was a mistake son." I knee you in the gut hard, and grab your hair.

Ryan Archer:
Your grip is firm, squeezing my hand a little. I try to pull it back but before I could react you slam a knee into my abs, "uunnnghhh..." I grunt, doubling over as you grab a fistful of my black hair, "wait..." I grunt...

Eugene Scott: "Boy, you enter this ring, you best be prepared." I drag you toward a turnbuckle, kneeing you in the gut again half way there to make sure you comply with my steering. "Shaking a hand is leaving yourself open, got that?"

Ryan Archer:
"oh fu-" I grunt as you drag me by my hair, I grab your wrist and try to pull away but you throw a knee into my abs again, "unnngh..." making me grunt, one hand clutching my abs as you keep dragging me towards the turnbuckles...

Eugene Scott:
I get you to the corner, pull your head back, and bash it into the top turnbuckle. "Lucky I haven't ripped this cover off yet." I bash it a second, a third time for good measure.

Ryan Archer:
I'm heaving after two knees to the gut, making it easy for you to drag me into the corner and smash my face into the top turnbuckle, "AAAAARRGHHH!" I grunt, your hand still controlling my head by the hair as you slam my face into the turnbuckle again... and again, I slump down to my knees, dazed...

Eugene Scott:
Hand on the back of your neck, I reach down and grab you by that sexy white speedo, and lift your scrawny 170 lbs up. I set you up in the corner upside down in a Tree of Woe, latching your ankles under the top turnbuckle to suspend you there.

Ryan Archer:
One hand on the back of my neck, the other one holding me by my speedo as you lift me up and position me in the corner. You have me upside down, cornered, and groaning, my sexy body hanging in the corner as I blink and moan...

Eugene Scott:
I grin as I got you there. I put one foot down over your chin, pushing in starting to choke you. "Boy, this what you call a fight? You're too soft for a place like that! There are guys here much meaner than me. They'd rip you a new asshole and fuck it!"

Ryan Archer:
You put one foot on my chin, choking me with your foot as I gag, "aaaghhhh" I grunt, my hands wrapped around your ankle, trying to push your foot off my neck as my cock starts to throb in my speedo from getting dominated by this huge stud...

Eugene Scott:
"That's right boy." I saw as I watch your cock harden up, "You're the type that gets off on being abused. So fucking sad." I pull my foot off your throat then stop it quickly. While appearing to be rough, I purposely lay off the pressure from the kick because I'm not actually trying to break you. I then pull back, leaving you suspended.

Ryan Archer:
After a few seconds of choking you finally take your foot off my throat, but then stomping onto my neck making me cough and gag. Still trapped and hung upside down, my hands clutching my neck as I groan...

Eugene Scott:
Seeing you still helpless there I almost feel sorry for you, but I need to impress Power's son, and a man's gotta eat. I rush forward now and spear you right in the gut with you helpless in the corner, my shoulder slamming right into them pretty abs.

Ryan Archer:
My body is trapped, and I'm struggling to try and free myself from the tree of woe. Before I'm able to do anything you suddenly rush at me, a massive spear slamming into my six-pack abs, "UNNNNNGHHHH" I grunt, as my legs fly off the top rope and my body folds into yours...

Eugene Scott:
Right they do, because I then turn 180 degrees while grabbing my arms around your core, taking two steps forward. I grip my knees along the sides of your head, a bit hash so that it might hurt, but more importantly, to help absorb the upcoming shock. I then drop you down into a pile driver, my legs helping to absorb some of the impact so it doesn't end up potentially crippling you for life. I let out a guttural roar as I drop you down.

Ryan Archer:
You fold me perfectly, making it easy for you to grab me and wrap your arms around my lean core. You spin 180 degrees as I moan, my face buried in your bulge as your knees grip my head. I know what's coming but I'm already in too much pain to stop it. You slam my head into the canvas with a piledriver, the shock travels through my body before you lay me out on the canvas, twitching...

Eugene Scott:
I slide into a cover, my hand reaching over with no ref around. I slap the mat. 1... 2...

Ryan Archer:
Your body covers mine as you start the count... pinned under your muscles as you count, 1... 2... I realize what's going on. I can't let you pin me that easily on my debut match... summoning my strength I manage to kick out...

Eugene Scott:
Not that I was going to let it end that early, but grin when you kick out. "Good boy." I slap your chest, the get back up to my knees, moving down your body slightly. I then grab your speedo, and pull it clean down your ankles, taking the time to get one loop solidly off a foot.

Ryan Archer:
I manage to kick out, but I'm still stunned pretty bad. You slap my smooth chest lightly before you grab my speedo and pull it off, revealing my uncut throbbing 6"...

Eugene Scott:
I smile looking at this 6 incher. I reach down and slap your face slightly, trying to keep you here with me on the mat. Might have been a bit too rough, but this boy's gotta learn how bad this place can be. Reckon it's better coming from me than some other worse guy. Hell, I'm practically a saint breaking him in like this.

I turn you up on your front and place a knee on your back, grinning the whole time. My arm comes down grabbing your speedo still hooked on one ankle, and wrap the thing around the other one securing your legs good in a impromptu tie. I then pull it up, your cock coming off the mat, pulling it back over your head and stretching your back good.

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Ryan Archer:
You tower over me, slapping my face a few times as i moan. My body is throbbing in pain but I can tell you're not done with me yet, hell... you seem to be only beginning. You roll me over, jamming a knee into my spine before you grab the speedo wrapped around my ankle and hook it to my other ankle... "no..." I grunt as my legs are tied up, and you pull my head back in the modified crab, "unnnghhh" I groan...

Eugene Scott:
"That's right boy, it's not time to give. Haven't had my fun yet." I reach down with one hand, indirectly weakening the tension of the hold hoping the boy can hang on long enough for what comes next. My free hand now comes down and grabs that dick of yours, its firm 6 inches in my hand. I smile as I know the secret of pleasuring the uncut crowd, and pull back that foreskin of yours, revealing your most private part to the non-existent crowd. I wrap my hand around it firmly, knowing that as an 18 year old kid, you probably haven't built up any resistance to shoot your load. I start milking you, jerking you nice and slowly building up a rhythm.

Ryan Archer:
"uuunghhh" I moan, slamming my hand into the mat to try to crawl away. Not like I have any chance of escaping this hold. As I'm struggling in vain your hand reaches out and grabs my rock hard cock, "fuck... no wait" I grunt as I moan, you feel my body quiver as the mix of the pain and your stroking starts to get me closer to cumming...

Eugene Scott:
"All in good time boy. Let's play this match in order now." I keep you in the hold, me speeding up the speed of the stroking, me moving my knee from your back to your neck. "Know your close boy, just shoot and I'll release the hold, spare you this pain."

Ryan Archer:
"nooooo" I groan, but it's too late. I can't control myself. Your stroking is too effective, and I have no resistance to your sexual control, "uuunnghhh" I groan as I blow my load onto the mat, my back still stretched out in your hold with your knee grinding into my spine...

Eugene Scott:
I release the hold, pulling my knee off your neck. Don't want you to pass out on me, that's no fun. Whew, I'm sweating from this. Kid's a joke, but all this exertion takes its toll, I wipe my forehead and splatter some sweat on your back. Then hop up to my feet getting ready for my next move.

Ryan Archer:
You finally release me from the hold, I flop down onto the mat in my own cum puddle. My cock is still hard, and I start trying to drag myself away, "fuck... can't... keep going...' I moan...

Eugene Scott:
"Don't worry boy, we are coming up on the end. Want to show off my finisher to Carter." I say this as I slide my trunks down and off my legs, my full 9 inch cut cock, coming out to play. You see it briefly as I move around behind you, reaching down and sliding my arms under yours and behind your neck. Any rookie knows what's coming next, I give you one chance to escape before I end you.

Ryan Archer:
Your trunks slide out, 9inch cock flopping and I see it hanging there behind me. "oh fuck' I grunt, letting you slide your arms under mine and behind my neck in a nelson...

Eugene Scott:
"That's right boy, nothing personal." I say as I pull you up into the full nelson lock, but I got a little extra kicker for you. I shove my cock into your ass on the way back, locking you up in my Full Sex Nelson. I start humping, waiting for this match to end.

Ryan Archer:
I don't struggle, letting you control my body as you lock me in a full nelson and start ramming your 9" into my hole. I moan and pant with each thrust, my body going limp in your grip...

Eugene Scott:
Tsk, I shake my head as you go limp, disappointed you didn't tap. I give a couple more humps from my raging crotch, then slide you off me letting you drop to the mat. I flip you over on your back and straddle your chest, slapping your face a couple times.

Ryan Archer:
After a few more painful thrusts you release the nelson. I drop to the mat in a broken heap, flipped onto my back as you straddle my chest with your massive muscled body and slap my face a few times...

Eugene Scott:
I sit there, deciding you're not worth waking up. I start jerking my cock, having been saving my load a whole day for this kid. A few minutes later, I shoot it out, pulling myself back some so I don't get it all on your face. I shake my head again, grab my trunks, and leave.

Ryan Archer:
I'm laid out, beaten and broken too easily. Barely conscious, you see me twitch a little as you jerk your cock. A few moments later you shoot, blasting your hot cum onto my face before you get up and leave me in the ring...

Published: 2021-08-28, viewed 100 times.