International Pro Wrestling

Eugene Scott:
I make my way on to the ring, wearing my pair of blue trunks and white boots. This here being a standard 1 falls match with stakes attached. As I come down I wave to the crowd, a pretty big one at that here in the IPW local Arena. Standard ring with a few light doodads attached to it, and a great glass skylight for natural lighting. I roll into the ring, climb my corner and double flex for the crowd, them going crazy at the sight of me.

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Paul S:
I pace around nervously in the lobby as I hear the crowd cheer you .. I'm going to appear for my second ever IPW match . I stand there in my black low raise shorts and black boots.. my slim body gleaming with a layer of oil.. jut as the announcer reads my name I enter the arena.. concealing my fear with a cocky grin plastered in my face. I do a double biceps pose as I enter the ring.

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Eugene Scott:
I smile as I see ya come on down oiled up some, makes you look real nice. Course oiled skin makes the grappling harder, some guy use it to get an advantage. Not sure about this boy, might just be doing it to look nice. Regardless I approach ya standing my full size, 5'11" 210 lbs. I hold out my hand for a shake.

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Paul S:
I stand 5 '9" tall and weigh about 150 lbs.. I look at you as you extend your arm for a handshake..as the bell rings.. I accept your hand.. and as soon as I hear the bell rings I try to pull you towards me and knee your balls yf

Eugene Scott:
You go for the low blow, but I seem ready for it, quickly cupping my balls with my other hand. "That's my move son." I say looking you in the eye, then head butt you forehead to forehead.

Paul S:
You’re an experienced guy you predict what I was gonna do and block my blow and then baam a head butt to my forehead. I go back dazed and dizzy. Still holding your hand

Eugene Scott:
Damn straight you are, and I use that held hand to twirl you around almost like a ballerina clamping your arm right around your neck . I got trying to pull you to my chest, wanting to start choking you now nice and tight.

Paul S:
Ugh you twirl me like a ballerina and then lock my neck in my own arms.. I try to squirm under you.. I stomp your feet hoping that you will release me

Eugene Scott:
You stomp my foot good and I let go, playing up the pain for the crowd. I back away from you hopping on one foot getting a few chuckles from them before I steady myself, hands up defensive. With you being a body's length away from me, I get ready to grab you in a counter if you come in for some strikes.

Paul S:
You release me.. I try to move a bjt far from you and try to recover ...and then you turn around and run at you..aiming to send a punch right into his nose

Eugene Scott:
You come rushing at me, me not quite prepared for that. That's a problem with a gamble, doesn't always pay off, but nothing I can't pay out right now. You punch me in the nose, me turning my face just last second to avoid a full on hit. That pisses me off, a move like that could do some long term damage, maybe even kill a person if done wrong. I snap my head back, a little blood coming from my nostril, raise my right hand, and slap your real hard across the face, the blow so strong it might even topple you.

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Paul S:
Aaaah I scream out loud as your right hand catches me with a slap hard across my face I fall down onto the mat immediately in the impact blood and drool flies from my mouth.. as I fall down. I lay down on the canvas groaning in pain..

Eugene Scott:
The crowd gasps from the impact. I grin looking down at your oiled body, my imagination running wild just like my growing boner. Can't ignore the crowd though, they pay good money for this type of show. I reach down with my left hand grabbing your hair, while beating my right fist against my chest riling them up.

Paul S:
The growth gasps as they see my twink body crash into the ground .aaaaah I cry out as you grab my hair and try to yank me up.. I try to elbow your abs.. wildly

Eugene Scott:
You start elbowing my abs, getting some grunts out of me while I raise you up. After the third one I shove you away bringing my left hand over them protectively, my right hand up defensive ready to counter in case you come in for a grab.

Paul S:
You push me away as I ram your abs.. I then immediately run at you and just as I'm close enough I jump up in the air and try to send a air check and send a drop kick to your chest

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Eugene Scott:
Again you surprise me with your charging instead of hand to hand, I make note of that. You slam your black boots into my chest, me staggering backwards from the blow. This is all entertainment, so I go ahead and fall down to my back letting the crowd give you some quick cheers. I lay there purposely acting winded, left hand on my chest where your red boot marks are, getting ready to counter for you to charge at me once more, probably with some type of jump attack.

Paul S:
I will run to the opposite ropes..and bounce off it .. motivated by the cheers.. I run towards you and try to elbow drop on your neck

Eugene Scott:
You come in for your elbow drop, but I'm ready for you. Not quite what I anticipated, but with me faking my exhaustion, it's easy enough to dodge out of the way of such a simple move. I roll to the side last second letting your elbow slam into the mat, a couple of the crowd cringe at the sight. I'm quick to grab you afterwards, trying to pull your glistening body into my grasp wanting to apply a Rear Naked Choke.

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Paul S:
My eyes wide in terror as you dodge the mice.. I go crashing elbow first into the mat.. aaaaah I scream and writhe around in pain.. but suddenly you grab me by my hair and lull my oiled body into a rear naked choke hole.. I wiggle and squirm hoping to slip out of your Hold.

Eugene Scott: Oh no you don't boy, you're not gonna get out of my grip that easily. I double down on the hold, gripping you tightly, some of your oiled back rubbing off on my chest. You happen to notice that my cock is pretty hard too, it pressing up against your ass in the hold. With us so near to the ropes, you could use those to force a break even if it looks a might bit cowardly. That's your prerogative though. Here comes to the ref to see if you want to tap out.

Paul S:
I grab the ropes as you choke me so hard.. I start to lose consciousness as you choke me but I manage to grab the ropes before my slim body passed out

Eugene Scott:
I ease up on the choke before the Ref gets his panties in a bunch over it. I hold you there a moment longer so the crowd can get their pictures with all them 4k phones or whatever, then release kicking you off me. I grab the rope rising up, looking genuinely a little sweaty, the oil on my chest standing out greatly. Seeing how you might be getting a bit desperate, I ready to jump back if you go for a low blow. I trust you about as much as a rattler right now.

Paul S:
I look at your muscular body.. no way I can defeat you fairly.. so I immediately try to slide out of the ring and go under the apron .. looking for a weapon..

Eugene Scott:
Ah shit, this boy is wanting to get rough now. Even if he managed to hit me with a weapon, it would get him disqualified. Let's see what this boy can do though, don't mind a little dirty action. I move over next to the ref waiting for you to pull out whatever doohickey you find under there.

Paul S:
I grab a steel chair and crawl out of the apron.. and then try to climb back into the rope with the chair in my hand back into the ring

Eugene Scott:
I throw up my hands adding to the spectacle, me looking shocked as a cat thrown into a swimming pool. Oh no! As my hands come up, I accidently hit the Ref up alongside his head, how careless of me. He falls to the mat stunned for a moment, the crowd gasping at the scene. My hands still up, I act panicked, but am actually preparing to counter you when you go strike at me with that chair.

Paul S:
I have a cocky smirk plastered on my face when i see you look clueless and act clumsy I run at you with a battle cry and swing the chair at your face as hard as I can.

Eugene Scott:
Me ready for the action, I catch the chair as it comes down. Thing you haven't seen yet with me on account of my counters keep on failing, is that I'm really good at redirecting momentum. Part of that Aikido training I spent a few years doing. The blow of the chair coming down, I grab it like I said, side step, and thrust my arms down with it catching you to get off guard. Me behind you, I slip my arms up under yours, you maybe still holding that chair, and start trying to pull you to my chest again this time aiming for a Full Nelson.

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Paul S:
You catch the steel chair blow and deflect it and quickly go behind my back and catchment in a full nelson.. ugh I drop the chair down in front of me. I start to squirm.. my shiny boy is display for everyone to see as you force my head into my chest..

Eugene Scott:
Normally I'd fuck my opponents in this hold, but we haven't gotten to that fun part yet. The Ref is starting to come to, think I'll try and get myself an extra tap out before he comes too, probably impress Power's Kid some if I did. I grunt heavily , and heave your 157 lbs frame up off the mat in my grip a good inch, straining myself something mighty in the process. With extra agony added to the hold, and you up in the air, all nice and shiny for the crowd, I yell at ya "Give up boy!"

Paul S:
Aaaaaaaqaaaaaaaaaaaah I scream loudly as I am held up displayed vulnerable for everyone to see.. I give i give aaah I scream out

Eugene Scott:
The ref starting to get up, I drop you real quick, you falling on that chair of yours. The ref comes over looking at me, and I hold my hands up, laying on my act heavy. Crowd seems to enjoy it. The whole thing has me distracted for a moment giving you a slight breather for whatever business you want to engage in.

Paul S:
U drop me quickly on the chair..ugh. I grunt a little.. and then I lay there recovering slowly.. and then see you engaged in an argument with the ref. I use this chance and send a fit between your thighs

Eugene Scott:
I grunt, cross eyed a bit, and fall to my knees. Both hands come down to my junk, the Ref jumping back looking shocked. My eye squint and I stand there on my knees, clearly stunned from your dirty move.

Paul S:
I then go in front of you and grab you by your hair and stand you up and try to hoist you up you a military press but you are too heavy for me.. I start to stagger

Eugene Scott:
You start to lift me up on account of me being all stunned at all from my testicular trauma. I'm surprised you managed to do it. My right hand comes down to your neck under your chin as you do, the other gripping your hand grabbing next to my balls. I mentally prepare to eat come canvas with your next move.

Paul S:
I couldn't hold you up any longer I try to throw I down back in the canvas as hard as I can

Eugene Scott:
I take the hit, falling on my torso. I feel that it was a struggle for you, maybe lightened the blow a bit. Still matches are a two way street and it's important for both sides to look good, so I play up the pain a bit. The crowd gasps, me bringing in my hands to my mid section kicking my legs a little. I then suddenly swing one at your legs trying to knock you prone next to me.

Paul S:
Ugh you kick my leg as I look down at you smugly.. aaah I scream as you call abs first I top of you.

Eugene Scott:
I waste no time taking advantage of your folly, and go to flip you around in my grasp, aiming to lock in a mighty fine and sexy dragon sleeper on you. I love showing sexy oiled bodies to the crowd.

Paul S:
Ugh.. my head goes under your pit as you hold me in a dragon sleeper hold.. my abs are gleaming and in display.. I squirm hard under your hold.

Eugene Scott:
You trapped in the dragon sleeper, I pull you real hard trying to keep you there. Notice your bulge right under me, and bring my hand down over your crotch to stroke it a bit.

Paul S:
I'm trapped in your hold.. It turns me on.. being trapped under you.. you notice me getting a hard on. And then you place your hands in my crotch and stroke my cock.. mmmmm I moan still squirming under you. Mmmmmmm I moan loudly

Eugene Scott:
Seeing you like this boy, I release the pressure of my pit in your face slightly so you can breathe, ready to move us along to the next phase. I bring my hand down into your waistband now pulling your cock into view of the crowd. I grip it might firm.

I do you the kindness of pulling the foreskin back first though, not wanting to bring any displeasure to the act.

Paul S:
I regain some breath as you loosen your grip over my face. And then feel your hands snake around my dick.and pull it out .. my boy cock semi hard as you pull it out. you then pull down my foreskin. I say "please don't humiliate me.. please sir..no..it is just my second match here".. I start to beg.

Eugene Scott:
I take a sigh and release your cock, "Alright boy, I'll spare you that." I pull your trunks backup and grip the Dragon Sleeper back on full force, "Give up then, no shame in tapping to this hold."

Paul S:
"No.. I can fight.. " I grunt trying to gt free.. I squirm harder.. but I seem to get more trapped I'm your hold.. I start to lose breath.. but am still reluctant to submit.. my chest white and shining and vulnerable in display as you hold me.. waiting to be smashed into pulp..

Eugene Scott:
"Admire your commitment." I release the hold letting you fall to your side. Stand up the crowd cheering for the whole struggle, a few were disappointed when I put your cock away though. I flex for them putting on a show, letting you recover a little in the process.

Paul S:
I slowly crawl to the ropes trying to recover.. I grab the ropes and stand up as you pose.. I then walk to the centre of the ring and take a boxers stance.. "Bring it on man" I say weakly..

Eugene Scott:
"That's what I like to see." I bring up my dukes matching yours. Catch is, I'm ready for you, set myself up to counter in coming strikes when you throw some.

Paul S:
I throw a right hook and follow it up with a left hook to your face.

Eugene Scott:
You throw a right hook in, and I block it, the left hook though, that I catch with my hand, then pivot pulling it behind your back in a hammerlock hold.

Paul S:
Aaah I scream as you counter my attack and lock me in a hammerlock. I try to nudge your ribs with free elbows as hard as I can

Eugene Scott:
I keep your feet in mind while I hold you like this, then bring my other arm up and around your neck, pushing my hand on my shoulder. Your right hand free still I realize, but I pull you up to your tippy toes, with your body again on display for the crowd. You happen to feel my hard bulge behind your ass while we are at it.

Paul S:
Aaah I'm trapped and start to choke as you hold me in this position.. my abs are on display.. I could feel ir cock stab my ass.. I squirm and wriggle.. trying to get free.

Eugene Scott:
I pull the hammerlock tighter though I feel that oiled skin of yours helping you. "Hit me." I whisper while playing up the struggle for the crowd.

Paul S:
I start slip from your hold as I squirm harder.. as soon as i get enough space to move my free arm o send a hard elbow to your ribs.

Eugene Scott:
I throw you away from me with the hit, playing it up for the crowd. I grit my teeth, walk around a bit, hand up to my rib acting like it hurts mighty bad. I then rush at you going for a hard tackle.

Paul S:
You tackle my slm body hard into the mat.. I'm nearly done.. a finisher now would end me for good.. I lay down graining in pain.

Eugene Scott:
I grin down looking at you under me. "Let's put those abs on display one last time." I get up to standing, reach down, and grab both of your arms, locking the elbows behind your back. I let you struggle for a bit for the crowd, me acting real mean as I do it.

Paul S:
I struggle as you kick my elbows behind my back.. my smooth abs wide in display.. I try to twist my body to get free.. bit of no use.

Eugene Scott:
I've taken some hits, but I dig in to shrug off your blows. I finish pulling you up good, bending your over my back in the process, keeping your arms bound with my strong hand.

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I hold you in the back breaker, and grunt as I lay on the pressure hard. "GIVE BOY!"

Paul S:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah aaaaaah aaah aaah aah aah.. ah ah aaaah.....ah.. my scream starts loudly but slowly my screams die down as I pass out on your shoulders

Eugene Scott:
I grin hold you there, the crowd going crazy for it. Me real impressed you'd rather pass out to pain than give up. The ref comes over, checking on you, I ease the pressure but let out a guttural roar me holding you there looking real mean for the crowd.

Bell rings, and I set you down, breaking the illusion for a moment, but then put my foot on your chest to flex, looking mighty fierce. Stakes being the name of the game in this match, means I got to take you. The crowd is expecting it. I pull off my trunks revealing my money maker to the crowd, it big and hard, a mighty 9 inches. I then kneel down on you and pull the back of your trunks down.

You being out like a light makes it easy for whatever I want, but I'm not going to fuck you hard or anything. Your request earlier tugged at my heartstrings. I pull your ass up your face against the canvas and start doing my business, thrusting into you like a plow in a cornfield.

A little while later, me not sliding all the way into you, I pull out, me spurting like a well spring mid summer. Some of my milk lands on your back as I flex, crowd taking pictures and all. Finally I pick you up and carry you off with both hands, aiming to make sure you are fine and dandy in the locker room.

Published: 2021-09-03, viewed 82 times.